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Ash Puckett wouldn’t say she hates her life. Sure, she wishes she didn’t live in a run-down trailer on the edge of Hawkins, didn’t have to spend her weekends working at the Cinema just to help pay bills, had a normal family, and could finally get out of this town for good. Doesn’t everybody?
When her mother lands herself in the hospital yet again, Ash doesn’t think much will change. She’s worried—she always is—but it’s not like this is the first time it’s happened.
Until her father shows up and decides that this time he cares and insists she can't stay alone, causing her to move across the town with him and the picture-perfect family he crafted for himself. Ash expects the worst part will be the awkward dinners, being away from her best friend Eddie, and sharing a room with Gracie, her half-sister, but soon she's about to discover that it would be the least of her worries.
Because what's coming is bigger than her family problems. Bigger than Hawkins. Bigger than the whole world she knows.
And that is just the begging of the worst week of her life.
3 Songs To Describe Marlow Stilinski & Liam Dunbar's Relationship Through Their Seasons
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( FEBRUARY 10 ) what tv shows, songs, books, and so on have inspired you while creating this pairing? what has helped shape them and their relationship into what it is?
Nova loves the way he pouts when he’s confused. When his brows knits and he pushes out his lips, looking like he's offended by whatever he doesn’t understand.
Reggie's favourite thing in the world is how her skin literally glows every time she laughs wholeheartedly. He figures it's a ghost thing but every time he tries to be funnier just to see it again.
On stage they both notice the same thing. No matter where they start, no matter how big the crowd or how loud the music gets, they always end up looking at each other.
rip reggie and nova you would have loved little things by one direction
Bessie Phipps had never paid much attention to Thorfinn after dying on Woodstone property and being stuck with the other ghosts for eternity. Way too bitter about her death, and drowning in grief over the life she's lost with her husband and children, she takes to stewing in her rage instead. Even when Thor makes a move, she shuts him down hard enough for him to retreat for decades. In those decades, Bessie remains by herself for much of the time, choosing to reflect by the window or on walks around the property instead of socializing with her fellow ghosts.
It takes nearly a hundred years for Bessie to thaw to the idea of being attracted to Thor. But slowly, she is beginning to let herself fall in love again. She lets people in—lets Thor in. She starts finding more and more little things she loves about the big oaf, and when Sam and Jay move in and bring life with them, Bessie finally takes the plunge and gives Thor a proper chance...
( FEBRUARY 11 ) from page to screen, how does their relationship translate? make an edit for the important moment(s) in their story.
maratines 2026 → day seven: one true pairing
↳ dru & bellamy
we've crossed planets, galaxies, and time itself together. and after all that, the one thing i know for sure is that i could never unlove you. we were split from the same star.
Indulging myself to a ficlet bc I am obsessed with them. Tagging my jatp pal @dancingsunflowers-ocs <3
The rehearsal wrapped up nicely, as they all laughed, the kind of loose, giddy laughter that only came after a practice where everything clicked. The air felt light.
And that's when Luke's eyes slid sideways toward Reggie.
Uh-oh.
"So," Luke said casually, slinging his guitar onto its stand. "You wanna tell us about the girl?"
Reggie froze mid bass-strap removal. "What girl?"
Alex snorted, knowing what's coming.
"The one we had to practically drag you away from yesterday? At the Orpheum?”
Julie's head whipped around. "Wait, what?"
"She's not a girl girl. She's a– she's a ghost. Who's a girl. Who's a… friend. Yes."
Reggie coughed, in an attempt to hide his stutter.
"A ghost girlfriend?" Julie smiled, suddenly amused.
His ears turned pink instantly.
"No! She's just– she's a ghost, and she's a girl, and she's– Uh, we talk sometimes."
Luke folded his arms, smirking. "You talk sometimes. Wow. Serious stuff."
Alex leaned against the drum kit.
"What's she like?"
Reggie opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"Well… I think she kinda haunts the Orpheum's old main stage," he said slowly, thinking as he spoke. "And she always comes up with these killer melodies, and she's got a really beautiful voice and–"
He stopped.
Three identical looks were aimed at him.
"My point," he rushed, "is she had to be, like, some kind of musician when she was alive. So. There's that."
Luke nodded thoughtfully.
"Uh-huh. We have a real Sherlock Holmes on our hands."
Julie tilted her head. "What's her name? Maybe I can Google her."
Reggie's face tensed. He wasn't sure what that was, but he would rather keep it as far away from Nova as he could. It didn’t sound like a pleasant thing.
“I mean, I can search her name,” Julie interrupted his spiral of thoughts. “So maybe we can find out who she was before… y'know.
Reggie shifted his weight. It was such a silly feeling but for some reason the thought of saying her name out loud suddenly felt… big. Like speaking it might make her real in a way he hadn't been ready for.
"Uh," he said, clearing his throat. "Nova. Her name's Nova."
This time Julie scrunched her eyebrows. She looked like she was far away, searching for something in her memory and then–
“Wait, you're not talking about Nova Skye, are you?"
The garage seemed to pause.
"I dunno. She didn't exactly hand me a business card." Reggie frowned, seemingly nonchalant but his heart skipped a beat with anticipation.
Julie was already grabbing her laptop.
"Hold on."
Her fingers were already moving on the keyboard. Two more taps, waiting for a page to load. Finally she turned the screen toward them.
And there she was.
Nova – onstage, frozen mid-song, hair caught in motion, glitter top reflecting the stage lights like constellations. Even in black and white she looked luminous.
Reggie's eyes lit up instantly with recognition, a wide smile stretching his lips, softening his features.
"Yeah," he said, getting closer to the screen. "Yeah, that's her."
Luke let out a low whistle. "Well. I clearly should've gotten a better look yesterday."
Reggie's arm jerked before he could think about it, elbowing Luke in the ribs. Maybe a bit harder than he anticipated.
Luke's laughter caught in his throat as he folded from the impact.
"Worth it,” he breathed.
Alex wasn't laughing. His gaze had dropped lower on the screen.
The smile slowly slid off Luke's face too.
Julie swallowed.
Under the photo, the headline read:
A TRAGIC ACCIDENT AT THE ORPHEUM — YOUNG STARLET DEAD AT 17
The room went very still.
“Up-and-coming teen singer Nova Skye, 17, died in a freak on-stage accident last night at the Orpheum Theatre – stunned witnesses say it happened in seconds.
Sources say the rising pop sensation was about to perform her final song when a stage light above her suddenly snapped loose. Crew members reportedly heard a loud crack before the heavy reflector dropped straight toward the stage.
Popstar's fans in the audience first thought the fall was part of the show – until screams from her back up dancers broke out and staff rushed the stage. Paramedics arrived quickly but pronounced the young singer dead at the scene.
Industry insiders say Nova had been heavily promoted as the “next big teen star,” with a debut single gaining buzz and labels watching closely. Now her promising career has ended before it truly began.
Officials are investigating the lighting malfunction. Theater reps released a brief statement calling the incident “a tragic accident.”
Meanwhile, fans have already begun leaving flowers outside the venue where the young performer took her final bow.
One thing’s certain – this rising star fell far too soon.”
Reggie’s fingers curled slowly at his sides.
Alex’s hand settled gently on his shoulder.
Reggie didn’t look at him. His eyes were still locked on the photo. On her smile frozen in monochrome, alive and shining and completely unaware of what was coming.
There was a time in late 1985 when Connie Cunningham smoked behind the school to forego her hunger cravings and caught the eye of Eddie Munson. Not even ten minutes later, they end up in the back of his van, kickstarting a romance for the ages. You see, Connie never imagined the effect that one hookup would have on the rest of her life. She was sure that their dalliance was nothing more than casual to both of them—just a way to blow off steam every once in a while. But the universe had so much more in store for the both of them.
Between Connie's struggles with her crumbling family and Eddie's life on the fringe of Hawkins, their burgeoning relationship turns into a safe haven for them—one that has to remain a secret nonetheless. But secrets in Hawkins have a way of rising to the top eventually, so when Connie finds herself in the crosshairs of the supernatural forces that threaten the town and Eddie is entangled in the ordeal in the worst way possible, it is no surprise that the allies they find along the way find out the truth and the couple realizes that it's not nearly as bad to have people know the truth about them.
Their love transcends the suburban conformity of their hometown, even beyond the terrifying world that lingers beyond their own. Connie's best friend, Caspar, drags Eddie's mangled body back into our world, knowing she would never be able to live without him, and takes him to get help before the military arrives at the scene. Though Connie and her brother Curtis remain trapped in Hawkins, she knows Eddie is safe with Caspar.
When the nightmare is long over and Connie and Eddie look back at their life in the little house by the ocean that they bought in Oregon, they sometimes can't help but laugh at the way they beat the odds at every turn. Though that time was traumatic, it brought them together even closer. Their children are grown themselves, and they look forward to living the rest of their lives in peace. And it all happened because of that one chance encounter.
( FEBRUARY 14 ) there's just always going to be that one ship that's a little more meant to be.
Nova Skye (ft. Reggie Peters) ♡ Afterglow Season 1
The Orpheum is quiet in a heavy way old theaters get after hours, like the walls are holding memories instead of air.
Reggie Peters didn't mean to end up there on that night.
His gaze falls onto the main stage. The stage Sunset Curve were supposed to play on, two decades before. The one that was supposed to change everything.
Something in his chest tightens.
Suddenly, as if the universe is trying to pull his attention elsewhere, he hears something.
Humming.
It floats through the dark like an echo of an old memory, the sound bouncing between the empty velvet seats. Soft. Barely there.
So, I'm kind of back. Going to get a queue of OC reblogs for people's things that have been sitting in my likes and tabs. I'm also popping by to say that I'm trying to re-organise my characters and things and putting writing on new blogs, so if you see my characters floating around with different accounts, that's probably me.
So, I'm kind of back. Going to get a queue of OC reblogs for people's things that have been sitting in my likes and tabs. I'm also popping by to say that I'm trying to re-organise my characters and things and putting writing on new blogs, so if you see my characters floating around with different accounts, that's probably me.
Do I start thinking about Belle's story in Stranger Things Series 5 now, or when it's finished? Sort of tempted but also not sure if I want to put energy into it...
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