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the signs as suburban haunts

ARIES: flattened paper boats scattered like the remains of a murdered animal along a dried up river, rundown motels with their blasted neon signs and smashed-in windows, pink streamers from some neighborhood child’s birthday party shuffling across the street like bright tumbleweed, a train rattling off into the breathless night & the trace remnants of a week old bonfire found in the middle of nowhere. 

TAURUS: chipped paint, shattered shot glasses lying across an abandoned pool table missing a few billiard balls, flyers rustling like autumn leaves against the tempestuous tides of the wind, advertising concerts & magic shows that took place in 2005, the sillage of old perfume clogging up the air, still thick as the scent of blood or wildflowers.

GEMINI: the corpse of a cigarette that hasn’t touched a mouth in months, a dilapidated playground where lost souls come out to play, threadbare curtains ripped like the wings of a dissected bird, strange red-brown stains across the hotel bedsheets, a gate grown weary with new-forming foliage & age, whining erroneously whenever maneuvered. 

CANCER: an empty casket, coffee rim imprints across hardwood tables, an old, tattered shoe lying haphazardly on the side of the road, a junkyard littered with ancient cars still soggy with stories, a pick-up with a broken windshield, a cadillac with a massacred paint job, someone’s motorcycle with blood staining the front tire, an askew portrait with eyes that follow you around the room.

LEO: a carnival horse with one eye scratched out, a daycare centre that shut down years ago, plagued with the colorful ghosts of children’s drawings still tacked to the crumbling walls, a spiral staircase that seems to shift direction when nobody’s paying attention, crunched up beer cans rolling across an empty rooftop & lichen kissing the concrete. 

VIRGO: the supermarket, flickering & eerie at night like the shadows unearthed beneath troubled eyes, owls stirring in between the murmuring trees, a single upturned grave in a cemetery that isn’t supposed to be notorious for hauntings, an old fountain still glistening with pennies that are no longer considered currency, a collapsed bottle of wine running the tiles red.

LIBRA: handprints imprinted onto fogged-up windows, red rooms crowded with developing photographs of people whose faces you recognize but cannot quite place, broken doll heads, a necklace that erupted into a sea of pearls, a deflated blow up kiddie pool collecting parched grass and critters, a busted arcade game & the laughter of people long gone still trapped inside the walls.

SCORPIO: books with grimacing yellow pages, someone attempting to sell you a cursed object on etsy, a leaky shower-head, a clock that’s stuck in time, a torn, unravelled couch sitting deserted in someone’s front lawn, candy stores that proclaim sales on expired sweets & ruddy patches of farmland. 

SAGITTARIUS: basements stacked with unwanted toys, a box of thin-mints, footsteps reverberating around the house when it’s 2 AM and you’re home alone, a burned down lemonade stand, that weird alien light in the third window of your neighbor’s house that never seems to get turned off, a certain rattling coming from the kitchen.

CAPRICORN: rain pummeling against damp ceilings, clothes ripped off the washing line, an empty aquarium, obscure little thrift stores that sell leather jackets from the eighties, gas station lights flirting with you from the distance, the alley where they say the vagabonds roam their night countries, sniffing up and dressing down and slitting the throats of angels.

AQUARIUS: those tiny coffee shops that fill you with nostalgia for places you’ll never visit, ‘JESUS LOVES YOU’ spray-painted across the sides of ramshackle buildings, an antique almirah scratched to high hell, a monster in the closet, the tunnel beneath the bridge that half the town believes is a gateway to hell, smoking up in trip mall parking lots. 

PISCES: halloween decor presented in shop windows a couple months early, visiting that lake where you heard that one kid drowned, the garage door slamming without cause or notice, storing fireflies in jars, drugstore makeup, birthday cake flavored oreos, a wheeled desk chair that seems to turn on its own when nobody’s in the office, a candle snuffed out on a windless evening.

Well, I mean, it IS the law

So let me set the scene. The dungeon the party was in was ruined to the point where the stone brick walls were starting to “melt”. The party of four had just reached a door when the elderly undead Warlock of the group holds up his hand to halt everyone. He points his scythe at the door and says “We need to watch our step, ‘cause whatevers behind this door is pulsin’ out magic somethin’ fierce”. The Rogue, in his drunken stupor, unlocked the door in an instant and the darkened corridor filled with the scent of blood and iron. As the party is shuffling silently into the room, the young Druid of the group pointed towards the center of the room where she could make out a dim glow that lay close to the ground. The Ranger began to panic a little, as she was a close combat fighter and recognized the glow. A full suit of Heavy Enchanted Armour sat in it’s eerie glow. The scene then played out a little something like this

Ranger: ooooOOOHHH, nopenopenope. I can’t deal with that, dude. Hooo, nope

Rogue: Ah, don’t'cha worry, ye wee lass. That thing there couldn’t hear a boulder- *uninteligable slurs as Skype gives out at the perfect time*

Rogue OOC: I’m gonna fuckin’ sneak past this bitch

DM: *withholds a loud snort* Bruh, do it you won’t

Rogue: *rolls an 18 and begins to sneak towards a door down the way*

The Armor: *Jolts up at full attention, bellowing* STOP, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, CRIMINAL! *Charges at full speed towards him*

Rogue: WHAT’S THE CRIME? *In a drunken rage*

The Armor: * freezing in place, having never been asked this before* I-… UHM… THE CRIME IS LIVING, AND THE PUNISHMENT IS DEATH!!!

Warlock: *raising his hand* S'cuse me, sir, but I’m not alive, may I pass?

The Armor: …..PROCEED?

The Signs As Suburban Haunts

ARIES: flattened paper boats scattered like the remains of a murdered animal along a dried up river, rundown motels with their blasted neon signs and smashed-in windows, pink streamers from some neighborhood child’s birthday party shuffling across the street like bright tumbleweed, a train rattling off into the breathless night & the trace remnants of a week old bonfire found in the middle of nowhere.

TAURUS: chipped paint, shattered shot glasses lying across an abandoned pool table missing a few billiard balls, flyers rustling like autumn leaves against the tempestuous tides of the wind, advertising concerts & magic shows that took place in 2005, the sillage of old perfume clogging up the air, still thick as the scent of blood or wildflowers.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Finding a Date.

A/N: Warning, this fic is garbage. Read with caution bc I swear I need help. *Reader is best friends with Cheryl Blossom and good friends with Ethel Muggs… and literally everyone. You’re a fan of Overwatch and a low-key cosplayer, bruh. (I’m sorry, it’s a Halloween party might as well) ((Using she/her pronouns mostly bc I suck at writing, I just wanted to give Reggie more love and I failed)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/N, you’re going to come to my Halloween party whether you like it or not. I’m not having one of my River Vixens mope and become a homebody.” Mentally screaming, I sighed and joined Cheryl as she stretched before the other girls came for practice. Cheryl Blossom’s been my best friend since we were kids. “Rich Kid Squad”, but I didn’t like hanging out with those other preppy shits. Jason and Cheryl were the only exception… They had my back and I had theirs in ways they never knew they needed. Since her twin brother’s death, I’ve done my best to help her cope. I guess my way of helping her is just being there and… joining the River Vixens.


“I already am, Cheryl, you know already that parties aren’t my kind of thing.” I replied, stretching my arms until I heard a satisfying pop from my elbow. Cheryl visibly cringed at the sound and continued to scold me like I was her child.


“Oh, please Y/N. You’re going and it’s final.”
She snapped at me and led me to the bleachers and sat down, patting the spot next to her.

“If you insist.” I sighed dejectedly. ‘My loot boxes will have to wait then… Daddy will have to wait,’ I thought to myself and tried to think of better days to lock myself in my room and level up on Overwatch with Reaper as my main.


“I know you’re thinking about your video games again, so I’ll make you a deal,” I stopped moping and stared at her, beckoning her to continue her sudden proposal because knowing Cheryl there’s always a catch.


“You can bring your video games and set up in the main hall,” I was about to scream. ‘Is she for real? Oh my gosh and she has a good wifi connection, a night without lagging! Huzzah!’


“But!” She interjected my notion. ‘Fuck my life, I knew it was too good to be true.’


“You have to dress up.” I scoffed and stood up straight. “You’re kidding, right? That’s it?”


“Yeah, why?” ‘That’s too easy, cosplaying is easy as pie Miss Cheryl. What’s really going on?’


“Cheryl, I know you. What’s the catch?”


“Okay fine, you have to bring a date and wear matching costumes.”


“Cheryl Blossom, you know I can’t talk to guys! What am I going to do? I’ve never been on a date, why are you doing this? Oh my God… I’m going to throw up.” I held my stomach, butterflies fluttering inside of me at the thought of asking a guy out.


“Y/N, calm down it’s not a big deal-”


“Uh, Cheryl yes. It IS a huuuuge deal! You know I hate talking to guys!”


“But, you talk to so many on that stupid video game chat whatever it is?”


“That’s different, they can’t see me.”


“Y/N. Listen up, you’re going to ask someone to the party and wear matching costumes. I’ll make sure to have the flat screen and your favorite snacks ready for you when you come, okay?”


“Fine… I’ll do it.”


“Good. And you don’t even have to hang out with him the whole night.”


“Well, that defeats the purpose of even having a date, but okay…”, tossing the conversation aside as the girls came into the gym, ready for cheerleading practice and more of Cheryl’s drama.


“Yup. Alright ladies, line up. We have to perfect this routine by tonight and if it’s not, we’ll be staying late so let’s get going.”

_____


“Who do I even ask? I don’t even talk to any guys other than Archie, Kevin and Jughead. Archie’s going with Betty, Veronica asked Kevin and I highly doubt that Jughead would want to go to a party for Halloween, he’ll probably be working on his novel.” I ranted to Ethel Muggs, she’s my study partner for Chemistry and Statistics. Ethel laughed and quickly copied my notes from a day she missed when she was sick. We were in the library and it was just us two and the librarian and she didn’t mind us chatting away, we were her assistants so we were in the clear.


“I don’t know. At least you were invited.” I froze at that thought. ‘Dang it, I should’ve been more considerate. It’s Ethel, why am I so stupid? …Wait.’


“You wanna be my date?!” I blurted out. Her eyes widened and she shook her head no.


“No no no no Y/N, I am good as done. I don’t want to be anywhere near those dumb jocks.”

I sighed and nodded my head in understanding, she’s had it rough the past year and I should’ve known better.


“This is gonna suck so badly. I just wanted to spend the night with Daddy and-” Ethel cut my rant short.


“Daddy? Who’s that?” I froze. Did I really say Daddy out loud? In front of Ethel?


“Um… He’s no one, forget I said anything.” Flustered, I tried changing the subject. I felt the heat creep up my neck. ‘Damn my abilities to blush, it’s not cute!!’


“Y/N, I don’t know. Sounds interesting and kinky, if you ask me. Spill the beans, Y/N/N.” Her grin teasing me whilst she shuffled her papers around into a neat pile.


“Oh my gosh! Okay, he’s a character from this game I’m playing, it’s called Overwatch.”


“Wow… Didn’t expect a rich and preppy cheerleader like you to be the gamer chick type, I’m a bit surprised but not really because I saw those books in your bag. If I’m correct, those are called ‘manga’, right?” I blushed heavily and covered my face.


“I am not preppy! I’m a disgusting nerd. Don’t look at me.” Ethel laughs and starts packing her stuff.


“Well, thanks for the notes and I hope you find someone to take because God forbid you get on Cheryl’s bad side for not bringing a date.” I shook my head lightly as I chuckled, “Yeah, it’s no problem Ethel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She smiled and walked out of the library, leaving me alone with Mrs. Walker.


“You mind closing up today, Y/N?” She asked and tossed me the keys. I smiled and nodded yes to her.


“Yes, no worries Mrs. Walker. I’ll just study for a few more minutes before I go.”


“Thank you, sweetie. Have a nice day and good luck finding someone for the party.” She shuffled her way out the double doors and left me alone. Me and the books.


I stared down at my neat stack of chem worksheets and statistics notebooks and let out a deep sigh. 'I shouldn’t be stressing over something so small… Wait, did I pack my pepper spray?’


Ever since Jason’s death, my parents insisted that I carry a can of pepper spray. They even went as far as buying five bottles for me, wrapped with the instructions.


A thud broke me from my thoughts and I looked around. 'I'm… the only one in here, right?’


Reaching into my bag, I searched my bag for the small spray can. “Aw dang nabbit.” Opting for a No. 2 pencil, I rose from the desk and made my way towards where the sound came from.


“Hello?” I called out. 'Wow, am I dumb? I’m that stupid dumb bitch that gets killed in every horror movie that goes towards the danger.’


I heard another thud and a small scuffle, I stood behind a bookshelf holding the pencil firmly in my hand against my chest. 'Lord, please help me now.’


The scuffling grew louder and sounded like it was getting closer to me.


“AAAAHHHH!!!” I shouted, swinging my arm everywhich way prepared to stab whatever was there.


“OH SHIT! WAIT, STOP!” A firm grip caught my wrist and in a panic, I clenched my eyes shut and swung my leg at my assailant and kicked them, I don’t even know where.


“Ow… shit, you kick hard.” Realizing whose voice it was, I opened my eyes and yanked my arm away from him. 'Neighbor boy?’

Out of all the guys in Riverdale, I hadn’t thought of HIM to ask. 'It’s not like we talk so?’


“Reginald, what the heck are you doing in here? The library is closed.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: this is pretty much trash lmao but im turning it into a two or three-shot idk but yeah… it’s not good so I’M SORRY GUYS 😭

just-some-stardust  asked:

Hi :)

like yellow parchment is his skin

girl im gonna take you on a date tonight

i saw mommy kissing santa claus

oh well imagine, as im pacing the pews in a church corridor

boys and girls of every age

Send me a ‘hi’ and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem.

Shore Leave : Midnight Whiskey

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part One - Midnight Whiskey   Part Two-  Suprise

Part Three- Beautiful   Part Four- Screwed

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Make Some Noise

Party Poison smut request 



You were still surprised that when you turned your fork around in the tin of power pup that it made a squelching noise. It had been maybe 8 months since you found the kill joys, and you were glad of it. God knows what would have happened if you had of spent another day ruled by Korse, wearing that hot sticky Draculoid mask that clung to your skin as if it were suffocating you of your existence. If it hadn’t have been for Party Poison catching the side of that wretched mask with his pistol in route 70, you may not of had existed any more. You grimaced at the ‘food’ in your mouth, it’s dry as ever, and the taste never fades, no matter how hard you try, not to mention the smell that lingers on your breath. It certainly didn’t match up to the sound that it made in the tin.


The boys had left you alone for a little bit, they said that it would be better for you to stay in the diner, or as they all called it, the “D.I.E”, no one could be bothered to change the light bulbs, and it sent a nice message to the enemies. You knew your weaponry abilities weren’t the best, but sometimes it kind of irritated you because you wanted them to give you chance.  That group of men were the best thing to ever happen to you in your life, but you couldn’t help feel like they still didn’t trust you properly. It’s probably something to do with the danger of being an undercover Drac, but it would be nice if they could think higher of you than that. Staring out of the window you stuffed the last of your food into your mouth, better get it over with sooner rather than later. The sky looked peculiar today, it wasn’t its usual vibrant blue, it had more twists of red and brown in it. After all your time fighting in the desert, Drac or not, you had never seen it like this. What ever was going to happen, you just didn’t want to be alone.

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What We Deserve [part 2]

prompt: First off, I just wanted to say how much I love your writing. Especially Death Wish XD I kind of just have a basic idea for a drabble request. What if, when Steve found Bucky in Bucharest, Bucky was with someone in his apartment? Like, he was out at the market being all domestic and when Steve breaks in the reader is there making coffee or something. I just think that has the potential to be really cute/fluffy/angsty all at the same time <3

requested by: @reedsreadsreviews

warnings: swearing (it’s me come on), angst, small mentions/hints of torture

length: 3,081 words

a/n: ugh so at first i was going to rewrite this completely and then decided not to. hopefully you guys like this part as i’m not too certain about it myself :/ there’s going to be one, maybe two more parts at most of this fic. i’m really hoping you guys like this part. 

Originally posted by sam-kaulitz

Time passed. You weren’t really sure how much. They didn’t exactly give you a calendar. They didn’t give you much of anything. You went days without leaving the small confines of your cell. The four concrete walls became your entire world, closing in on you like a vice that just wouldn’t quite shut all the way. It made you uneasy. You probably walked miles around that small little room. Five steps one way. Turn. Four steps. Turn. Five steps. How many times had you done this? Thousands, probably. Enough times that you could probably draw a topographical map of the uneven walls of your cell, right down to the cracks in the concrete. Just from the four steps. Turn. Run your hand on the wall. Five steps. Turn. Follow the fissures in the wall with your fingertips. Turn. But you would much rather be in the cell than out of it, because being out of it was what kept you awake.

So when the cell of your door opened one day (or night, there weren’t any windows so you didn’t know what time it was), you huddled in the farthest corner, doing your very best to melt into the wall. The bright light coming from the hallway hurt your eyes, and you had to turn your head. Ross went a few days without seeing you, just letting you simmer. But then he got desperate, and went back to asking through more physical means for Bucky’s location. Even after you knew the week meet up date had to have passed, you didn’t give it up. You didn’t know how long Bucky would wait for you. How long it would take for him to find the information that Ross had made up. How long would it take for Bucky to hate you?

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