#outahell

[snowinabottlearchived]

𝚄𝙽𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴  𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁    was   something   amelia   was   used   to   .   from   almost   burning   sunshine   that   turned   autumn   leaves   into   a   sea   of   gold   and   reds   to   a   sudden   pour   of   rain   that   would   drown   everyone   not   looking   for   shelter   as   fast   as   possible   .   panting   for   air   when   they   reached   the   trailer   in   a   haste   ,   shaking   fingers   clench   into   soaked   fabric   .   probably   it   would   have   been   smarter   to   TAKE   THE   BUS   than   go   for   a   stroll   under   a   darkening   sky   .   hair   as   dripping   as   her   clothes   ,   at   least   the   precious   backpack   filled   with   books   seemed   to   be   well   protected   in   arms   wrapped   around   .    ❛   fuck   ,   that   was   close   .   ❜    sloppily   dropping   off   muddy   boots   to   keep   the   dirt   out   ,   the   smaller   followed   @outahell   into   his   messy   room   before   formerly   pale   cheeks   heat   up   in   a   vibrant   shade   .    ❛   god   ,   can   you   not    ▬▬   ❜    doe   eyes   linger   onto   opposites   exposed   torso   for   a   moment   too   long   before   head   is   turned   away   with   a   loud   huff   .

❝   𝚢𝚘𝚞 ’ 𝚛𝚎   𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝚛𝚎𝚍   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎   𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝚗𝚘𝚠   .   ❞      words   dont   help   the   sudden   shame   that   holds   tight   ,   only   causing   index   to   point   at   her   own   chest   instead   .    ❛   i   didnt   knew   you   were   ripping   off   your   shirt   in   an   instant   ,   idiot   ! !   besides   .   ive   never   seen   the   .   ❜    a   pause   ,   not   daring   to   look   up   just   yet   .    ❛   didnt   knew   you   had   TATS   there   .   ❜    

𝚊   𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐   𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝   𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖   𝚖𝚢   𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜   𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐   ╱   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

[jockclairs]

    ❝     outahell         ,           its       just       that        i        get       [   ⱽᴱᴿʸ ᴺᴱᴿⱽᴼᵁˢ    ]         when       𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞        else        is       ᴰᴿᴵⱽᴵᴺᴳ.      ❞            /      ᴼᴺᴱ-ᴸᴵᴺᴱᴿ.

[snowinabottlearchived]

                                𝚊𝚜𝚑   𝚝𝚘   𝚊𝚜𝚑   ,   𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚝𝚘   𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝   ,   𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢   𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜   .                                                                       𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐   @outahell

[haunthcr]

@outahell​     ASKED:      [ PUNCH ]

her voice is lodge in her throat as the criticisms keep coming, the girls she was friends with no longer than three weeks prior now took the side of her abuser and were here ensuring everyone saw it as martha’s fault   -   she led him on, she wanted it, she always said she would. a hand rests against her stomach as she feels the contents churn, she is sure she is gonna throw up if they continue to fling out these horrible accusations, and just on time it seems the man himself decides to saunter in and step on whatever dignity martha cunningham had left.

it all happened too fast to understand until she was being ushered away, arms steadied by someone eminating warmth and a calm soothing voice   -   eddie munson. glancing over her shoulder she sees thomas holding his nose with streams of blood escaping between his fingers, the girls fawning over him and calling names after the fleeting pair   -   bitch, slut, thugs. she doesn’t notice until he guides her to sit on a bench once they’re far enough away, but she was sobbing, her face was streaming with tears and her body shook as the fear that had clawed at her body since with prom incident finally undid.

[haunthcr]

@outahell​    ASKED:      ❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞   

           bringing homemade snacks to someone on the run from most of the town seemed like a good idea at the time, but here she was, crouched on the floor of reefer rick’s vacant home with eyes wide and chocolate chip cookies strewn across the chipped wooden floor. perhaps it was a bit of an overreaction, but martha was a pretty jumpy girl, nevermind when chrissy’s boyfriend is off on some power trip to kill eddie.

          “     please tell me it was just a mouse looking for rick’s stash . . .     ”

[creelsclocks-moved]

                                                                                               Henry smiles a wan smile.

                                 ❝ You’re a fan of it…? ❞

Tutoring Eddie Munson is proving to be a handful.  He’d known from the moment that this guy–  the guy who’s been held back twice now–  would be a challenge, but his constant wise-cracks and disruptions are proving to be quite the source of frustration.

It doesn’t show on his face, though.  Hell, it seldom shows in his words either.  Henry has found that the best to deal with Munson’s type is to play into the banter a little bit;  to level them with a display of wit that just might rival their own.  He holds no ill will towards him, and the irritation he feels is superficial.  It only exists because he wants this year to  really  be his year.

       ❝ In that case, could you look up the word ‘attention’?                                                    I’m going to need you to give me it, Munson. ❞

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[haunthcr]

@outahell​     ASKED:      ( tired ) : one muse finds the other so exhausted they’re having trouble standing

          her mother was planning a charity dance for the town of hawkins once again, building her reputation for the good lady cunningham again among strangers as those closest to her know the truth    -    truly devil incarnate. as usual, her mother was promoting the dance through word of mouth and influencing the townsfolk of hawkins, leaving martha with the physically taxing tasks of organising the town hall and the staff behind the show.

          it was borderlining midnight now and martha was still sorting the hall out after working with the caterers and the staff during the day, she couldn’t remember if she had even eaten today or if she was simply running off of the fear of her mother. as she was moving another one of the chairs across the room her exhaustion was catching up with her as the chair slips from her fingers, dropping to the linoleum floor and scratching it as it narrowly misses slamming into her left foot. a shriek passes her lips at the noise as she begins to notice the hunger pain in her stomach, the headache banging against her skull and the trembling in her legs. you overdid it again martha. holding onto the nearest table to steady herself, martha takes a moment to herself before noticing eddie at the door. when did he get there    ?

          “     hey seashell . . . the dance isn’t until tomorrow, you know    ?      ”     features are pale, eyes tired and bloodshot as she offers a weak and resigned smile to her friend    -     why was she still keeping up the cunningham facade in front of eddie, of all people     ?

[fogels]

*                 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑡  𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚  𝑑𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑙               /        @outahell​​   ,

❝         𝑦𝑜𝑢  𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘  𝑎𝑛  𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎  𝑤𝘩𝑜   𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦  𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑  𝑡𝑜  𝑏𝑒  𝑎  𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙  𝑏𝑜𝑦  .         ❞