Jan 16, 2018
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“Trust me when I say, as soon as you get involved you’ll wish that you hadn’t,” Stan said. He would throw her off the trail of It, of everything he was desperately trying to avoid.
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“Trust me when I say, as soon as you get involved you’ll wish that you hadn’t,” Stan said. He would throw her off the trail of It, of everything he was desperately trying to avoid.
“a time they kissed” ?? (I don't know that it would ever happen but why not xD Lucas- rationalwristrocket)
send “a time they kissed” for a drabble about one time our muses kissed. // @okingofkings / @rationalwristrocket
HE JUST WON’T LET IT go. it’s EMBARRASSING enough without him teasing mike about it. so what if mike liked abba? so what if he liked to sing ( poorly ) and dance ( poorly ) along to it in the safety of his bedroom while no one was around to judge him for it? lucas had no right barge in on him in the first place! if he hadn’t, then mike wouldn’t have to worry about his friend telling the REST of their friends about it. he already felt anxious enough as it was being around them and seeing that shit-eating grin that would spread across lucas’ lips when they locked gazes. mike was sick of it.
MIKE HAD VENTURED OFF INTO the kitchen to grab some snacks, and on his way back, he nearly bumped into lucas. immediately the grin was back, and mike rolled his eyes into the back of his head. he was SO DONE with this.
“ WOULD YOU JUST KNOCK IT off already? ” he hissed, voice low as so not to alert the others.
“ WHAT’RE YOU TALKING ABOUT? ” LUCAS asked, all too knowingly.
“ YOU KNOW WHAT! ” MIKE’S EYES narrowed into a glare and it only resulted in a bigger grin from lucas.
“ YEAH, OKAY, WHATEVER. ” AND WITH that, lucas attempted to move around mike, but not before mike could reach out and grab his shoulder.
“ I’M SERIOUS– ” BUT THAT’S ALL mike had a chance to get out before he lost his balance, crashing into lucas and sending them both crumbling to the ground. it was silent for a moment before the two finally managed to come to their senses and both hurriedly jumped to their feet, hands rubbing over their mouths as if trying to erase the kiss that had just transpired. it was too late to take it back… no matter how badly either of them might’ve wanted to.
INSTEAD, THEY BOTH STARED AT each other briefly, wordlessly, coming to a silent agreement to NEVER mention it to anyone. as mike hurriedly gathered up his fallen snacks, he couldn’t help but think to himself that at least THIS TIME, it was something that he didn’t have to worry about lucas hanging over his head.
okingofkings replied to your post: I’m feeling quite a bit better! Shoutout to...
I adore you, you’re so sweet and kind and thank you for being you
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“I think Cupid just slapped me in the face…” -Lucas
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“Must be nice dude,” Dustin sighed. He looked down at the empty candy gram he hoped to send to someone but Max was really the only girl he’d ever invested much time or interest in. “At least Cupid’s kicking your ass instead of pretending you don’t exist. Even rejection is something.” Maybe he should just send a shit ton, one to every girl and see who returned the feeling--but girls talked so they’d realize they weren’t special which would work against him for sure.
@okingofkings ;; cont’d from here !!
he watches the quarrel between the siblings for a few seconds, only half-listening, then risks another peak through the window and into the brightly lit building. he’s never really done anything illegal ( as far as he recalls ), so it’s only natural if his heart is beating out of his chest. of course he is glad to have the two accompany him, but he sure wishes they had figured out an exact plan before heading out towards the city center. by now his mind is swimming in and out of clarity thanks to the adrenaline, and the uncertainty of what to do does the rest.
the scratchy bricks of the office building are pressing cold into his back, and he agrees with lucy: it’s close to a miracle that they haven’t been spotted yet, crouching underneath the window of one of the various government office buildings downtown.
“th-thirty-five percent d-doesn’t sound luh-like much”, he admits quietly, a desperate gaze towards edmund. they had to figure out a way to get into the building, and so far they had absolutely nothing. he had brought up the idea of putting their fathers’ position to good use: if they could just get their hands on one of the files maybe they would know more about what was happening in town, and he felt responsible of their little mission not going awry.
“muh-maybe i have an i-idea”, he suddenly peaks up, hands wringing nervously as he goes for another look through the window. “d-do you see the wuh-woman at the d-desk? she looks luh-like a s-s-s-” ( come on, bill, just say it! chrissake! ) “secretary! -- f-fuck. sorry.” he wipes away a dribble of spit, face bright red to go with his embarrassed expression. “we c-could try and duh-distract her while two of uh-us sneak into th-th-the o-office.” questioning gaze towards his two friends. it wasn’t much, but it was better than trying to pry open a window, possibly triggering an alarm. “what d-do you think?”
“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” -Lucas for Dustin
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Dustin scoffed with irritation. As always Lucas was undermining him. “Look, I know we’ve had our differences but since when have you known me not to do my research?” he protested. His part of the science fair project was the most important and the most sensitive. Of course he had checked out every single book on the concept of lightning all the way down to the static electrical charges you got from rubbing your feet on the carpet just to be on the safe side.
“You just gotta give it a little time to build charge,” he assured Lucas. He frowned--maybe the science was right but the construction was wrong. He wanted the lightning in a bottle to be as flashy as possible. He held his breath as he waited for it to appear.
okingofkings replied to your post: no offence but ghoul really just wants to be held...
*pushes my son in his direction* hi please hold Pascal, he’ll hold you back
fun ghoul: aggressively clings to pascal
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“Peter, you’ve got a feather stuck in your hair. What were you doing, having a pillow-fight with Edmund again? I don’t think Mrs Beaver will like it very much if she has to sew up another pillow in a week.”