#vandbaerer

[childrenofthelab]

@vandbaerer | semi-plotted starter

This couldn't be real.

The sound of the clock had drawn his attention, and though he'd glanced back in Nancy's direction, he'd found himself compelled to follow the noise for some reason. So follow it Fred did, wandering into the woods near the trailer park, until he'd stumbled across the clearing. And there it was, the clock, chiming, embedded in the lid of a coffin. He'd stared at it in horror, nausea curling in his gut even as his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Then, suddenly, they'd been there, standing around the coffin in a sickeningly familiar layout. Turning rotting gazes upon him, finger extended, screaming out the word that had haunted his mind for the past year.

Murderer!

He'd shaken his head, scrambling back, barely even noticing another, different voice entering the fray until he tripped, tumbling to the ground, and when he looked up, the people, the coffin, was all gone, vanished into thin air, and in it's place, a concerned looking Nancy Wheeler, as he curled in on himself, a sob ripping itself from his chest.

[solarsought]

@vandbaerer​ asked: “Your band name is sick.” ( eden for cherry ) 

“Well I think that your name is sick.” Cherry says with a grin. She had never met an Eden before but she thinks that it fits. Her look was different than the religious sort but she did seem like paradise that was something Cherry was certain of. “Do you play any instruments or sing? Having an Eden in Eden would be so awesome.”

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@vandbaerer​ asked: “ d—-don’t make me moan, i don’t want anyone to catch us… ” ( eddie & chrissy! )

Eddie pressed her hips against the steel beam with his hands, a devilish glint in his eyes. He never imagined he’d be below the bleachers during a basketball game tempted to make the head cheerleader scream his name. He pressed another kiss to her lips, a slow, luxurious kiss, as he leaned up against the girl of his dreams.

His lips pulled away and floated towards her ear. With a teasing brush of his breath against her ear, he whispered, “What if I want you to? Wouldn’t it feel good to just let it out?” And maybe shove the fact he was sneaking around with Jason’s girl right in his smug asshole face.

[entitytcken-a]

@vandbaerer​ asked: ( downpour ) receiver finds sender out in the rain. ( my chrissy for vickie! )

nonverbal || NO LONGER ACCEPTING

🎼It was a good thing that band ran around the same time as the cheer squad, since it meant that Chrissy was able to catch a ride with Vickie since they had their driver’s license already. Of course band ran a bit later then cheer practice, so by the time band was wrapping up it had begun to rain. Making her way towards the front doors, they noticed that... Chrissy wasn’t where they usually met up, brow furrowing as they looked around for the other. It wasn’t until they stepped outside that they saw her, concern sweeping across their face as they struggled to pull out their umbrella from their bag before hurrying over to where Chrissy was standing out in the ran rather than under the overhang.

“Chris? What are you doing standing in the rain like that?”

[wrappedupinlight]

continued from here for @vandbaerer <333

“Okay-- yeah! Yeah, i’ll see you then.” and with a salute towards her, eddie turns and barely manages to miss a trash can as he barrels past people and eventually gets lost in the crowd. Mind racing as he swears he still hears chrissy’s soft glittery laugh in his head long after he leaves.

---

Hours later he’s with the rest of his crew at the Hideout, ten minutes before the show starts decked in leather and thick eyeliner as he whoops and hollers his excitement into the air. They did a couple practice sessions before this, just to make sure everything’s tuned like a well-oiled machine-- but as per usual it sounds perfect. Exactly what the five drunks (wait, scratch that looks like there’s six now, sweet) he’s used to can expect from tonight. 

And if his eyes scan over the crowd in search of a certain strawberry blonde? Then so be it. 

The longer he lingers on the clock, the more he has to stomp down the fear in his chest that tells him maybe she’s decided to bail after all. Or maybe her mom caught her mid-escape and decided to ground her for it. Or maybe... maybe she’ll be here and he can tell the doubt in his head to shove it. (Easier said than done.)

He feels someone shake his shoulder and ask if he’s doing okay, and he turns towards Jeff’s voice, clearing his throat. “Yeah, yeah I'm alright,” and even when his friend throws him a look that claims he thinks otherwise, he doesn’t push and instead leaves it be.

Get it together, Munson. he takes a breath, feels the tightness in his chest under his crop top-- and then releases it, practicing a couple cords before they’re up while still looking towards the entrance.

[itsbitmxdinhere]

St♥rter for ➳ @vandbaerer​​

Once again he found himself in the Upside down, a place he thought and wished never had to visit again, but this time he was going to finish things up once and for all, he was sick of people getting hurt while he could do so much more, he only didn’t act sooner because he was terrified, hell he was still t e r r i f i e d, he swallowed when he saw a bunch of people, actual humans? “ Wait!  hey! are you real? wait!! “ he ran after them hoping they would notice him, and as he got closer they seemed more and more familiar.

[hercesofourtime]

@vandbaerer​ said:

∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ( tina & sam! ) | from this meme, accepting

Sam shook his head, he almost dropped the controller he was holding, and he looked over at Tina. “How?” he asked. “I mean, I know that you were like somewhat good at this game.” He shook his head again, “Mike told me, and Blaine hinted at it.” Sam used his free hand and rubbed his neck, he looked down, lips pushed together, “and if I’m not good at this,” he swallowed, “what am I good at then?” he asked and turned to her, “I normally like crush at this, like no one wants to play against me.”

[cultkiid]

@vandbaerer​ ; starter call.

      “Jesus Christ  !” The last person Roxanne was expecting at the FoxGlove Lane’s abandoned house was the new girl from her Chemistry class. For years, it had been her cult’s secret hideout and now, just like that, it had been infiltrated. The spray paint she was holding clatters to the ground, rolling towards Nanno’s feet. “I--Ah--” The words trip and stumble over her tongue. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, she stutters, “How the fuck--How--... You found out about this place quick !”