#zombiers

[spitaught]

             HAND,    slow stretch of fingers forced into gentleness stretch out over the bed sheet to jostle will awake.   ‘   dude,   ‘   lucas coughed,    sitting back on his knees as he watches the other.   ‘   you sounded like,   uh    -   like you were having a nightmare or something.   ‘    VOYEUR to will’s suffering,    there was only so much he could take before he caved   (   his own mind kept him awake most nights,     but he knew the tinge of bad dreams as intimately as an old friend   ).    hand in hand,    he squeezed the other’s fingers,    trying to offer some comfort where his words couldn’t reach.     /    @zombiers

[fyrbol]

horror writing prompts.     accepting.

27.   dead the entire time.

❛          I  REALLY  THOUGHT  I  WAS  A  GONER          for  those  first  few  minutes,   you  know.          figured  i  was  mind  flayer  mulch  for  sure.          ❜          this  is  how  boys  cope,   humour  is  their  war  paint  in  an  otherwise  solemnly  gray  world.          the  upside  down  has  leached  hawkins  of  any  colour  and  lustre  it  may  have  originally  sported,   done  the  same  to  their  ripe  childhoods  and  changed  them  into  grown  men,   worn  and  weary.

❛          thanks,   will.          you  saved  my  life.          ❜

then  they  are  back  to  boyhood,   laughing  and  nudging  one  another’s  shoulders  brusquely  down  the  path  back  to  the  party,   determined  not  to  split  up  again.          lucas  sees  their  silhouettes  on  the  horizon,   a  concerned  max  wearing  his  cap  backwards     (     a  skater  girl  through  and  through   !     )     and  mike  already  breaking  into  a  sprint  to  check  on  will.

lucas  understands  this,   the  fierce  protectiveness  that  means  will  byers  may  always  come  first  in  those  crucial  reunion  checks,   waits  his  turn  to  greet  mike  with  a  hug  and  a  clap  on  the  shoulder.

it  doesn’t  come.          instead——

❛            where’s  lucas   ?          ❜

lucas  and  will  share  matching  expressions  of  confusion     :     i’m  right  here,   dingus,   funny  joke.

will,   reluctantly,   as  if  he  can  sense  an  ominous  oversight  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue   :   he’s   . . .

will  hadn’t  really  saved  lucas   :   lucas  was  dead  long  before  he  had  the  chance.

[toughasncils]

“ every old person thinks they’re so smart. what, there’s, like, no dumb old people? “ 

@zombiers

[inkdrt]

❛     listen,     ❜   she  begins,  tone  serious.  ❛     sam  gamgee  is  the  real  protagonist  of  the  series  &  anyone  else  who  says  otherwise  is  wrong.     ❜  she’d  spent  the  entire  previous  night  arguing  on  &  off  with  her  sister  (  who  has  only  read  the  hobbit,  so  has  absolutely  no  valid  viewpoint  )  about  it.  SAMWISE  OR  BUST  !

@zombiers  !

[didntlie-blog]

‘ dude , check out what i found ! ’ is it will’s birthday ? christmas ? not quite . but dustin brings the gift forward : a wooden staff , old looking , definitely warn , with chips dug from it’s surface . a dimmed and blue glass ball sits heavily in a twig cage at the top . it’s too big to hide anywhere , but it does have a messily tied red ribbon around its wood . ‘ cool , right ? they were practically giving it away at a yard sale on the way home , i couldn’t pass it up , ’ he offers the staff out to will . ‘ thought it would go with your costume , ’

@zombiers .

[partysheart-archived]

@zombiers asked: “You came here for me?”  sixteen candles sentence starters

          he should expect it, but the PANG will’s question sends through his chest catches him off-guard. it’s just another reminder of how SHITTY of a friend he’s been lately-- if he can even still call himself that. he wouldn’t blame will for not wanting to be friends anymore either after how mike had been acting.

          he shifts slightly in his spot, hand rising up to the back of his neck, and head ducking in a show of CHAGRIN, and guilt. he clears his throat before he finally says, “ well... i mean... yeah. i know i was being an ASSHOLE before, and i know you probably don’t wanna hear me apologizing again, but-- i AM sorry, okay? you’re my BEST FRIEND, will. and - i’m sorry that it had to take you calling me out for me to realize how bad of a ‘friend’ i’ve actually been to you. ” if will were to look close enough, he might be able to see the budding pinkness of mike’s cheeks. “ i just -- your friendship is SUPER important to me, alright? ” ‘YOU are super important to me,’ mike wants to say, “ and i don’t - i don’t wanna do anything else to mess that up. ”

[scoopstroop]

"have you been feeling weird too lately?” he mumbled moving his hand away from his face. “or is it just me?” he questioned -- genuinely not knowing what was happening. 

@zombiers​ liked for a one liner! so it a got a lil longer but can u blame me

[smirncff-blog]

@zombiers said: ❝ please, for my sake. ❞

stranger things 3 starters. accepting. 🍒

      “ AH, GIVE ME A BREAK. ”   he shouldn’t be doing this. everything that happens in the underground is confidential and alexei needs to be wary of that more than anyone else. ( wanna bet half of the people he works with can’t wait for a slip - up relevant enough to get him in trouble? OH, HOW THEY’D LOVE THAT. how they’d love for the russian to mess up. )

     murray has him caught up on everything that happened, though. he knows the story of the boy in front of him; figuring out the possible reasons for him to seek information, to look for closure -- IT’S A NO - BRAINER.  alexei shakes his head with a sort of a tired determination but it contrasts with his actions -- papers are out on the table soon, filled with drawings, prints and equations. he’s not even sure if it is going to make any sense for the boy, but if he’s spilling the beans, might as well include the receipts. 

     -- his english is still not so great but definitely much better. alexei’s always been a fast learner.   “ HERE. THE GATE IS HEALING. IT WILL CLOSE COMPLETELY. NOTHING ESCAPES IT NOW, IT IS... NEVOZMOZHNO. NOT POSSIBLE. MONSTER IS TOO BIG. ”   he doesn’t blame will byers for worrying. he doesn’t even blame him for doubting his and owens’ people’s judgement, if that’s what’s happening here. he was a kid once, most of the things he heard from the adults around him turned out to be lies or half-truths at best. -- he looks at the boy; pushes up his glasses and really looks at him, and his next words are nothing but sincere. ( he’s not like the others, he’s nothing like them. )   “ DON’T WORRY. YOU ARE SAFE. ”