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Here's some dumb blurb I wrote bc one of my friends said something about @dxncingwithastrxnger hiding under a bed and I decided it sounded like something Steve would do 💀 I wrote this in like 5 minutes I think so it's short as fuck & not the best LMAO
The party shows up at the Wheeler residence, new Upside Down issues have been occurring in Hawkins. They're trying to gather the older kids, Joyce, Hopper, and Murray to come up with a plan. They've found Jonathan, Robin, and Eddie. They all split up to find Nancy and Steve.
Upstairs, Steve and Nancy can hear footsteps coming up the steps, heading to Nance's bedroom. Panicked, Steve realizes he can't climb out of the window in time to not get caught. The closet is too small for him to fit. The only option left, hide under the bed. Dropping to the floor, he crawls under the bed just in time for the door to be forced open. Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas stand in the doorway.
"Nancy, have you seen Steve?"
"No, uh, I haven't. Why?"
"We have some major issues. We all need to talk. Immediately. Can you call him and get him over here?"
"Yeah, sure, get out."
Dustin, Lucas, and Will turn to leave but Mike stays, noticing his older sister is acting *off*. Having been in her room enough, he notices the disturbances of the knickknacks on her bedside table. The carpet has been creased where it's normally perfect, Nancy makes sure of it. A book was moved from her shelf, one she hasn't read in a few years because it depressed her the last time. Shoes have been discarded under the window. Men's shoes. *Steve's* shoes.
"Nance, is Steve here?"
"No, what makes you think that?"
"Everything is messed up. And his shoes are under the window."
Nancy's mouth opens and closes for a second as she tries to think of a response. Before she can say anything, Mike has knelt down by the bed and found Steve.
"Steve, quit messing around. Come on. You too, Nancy."
Cozy Noah for his birthday<3
Pairing: Noah x female reader
cw: none just cute cozy fluff
WC 805 || other noah fics || tag list
You plop your work bag on the floor and toe out of your shoes. The work week from Hell is finally over. Inhaling deeply, a sweet and spicy scent calls you to the kitchen. Your feet stop short of the threshold where you survey the kitchen. Noah in all of his six feet whatever hunches over the sink washing dishes singing softly to himself. Something bubbles away on the stove top and numbers countdown on the digital timer.
Gratitude warms your heart, spreading from your chest outward. It's been a rough year for the both of you, but these simple moments remind you to take each day one at a time.
Soon, your tired feet carry you closer to where you wrap your arms around your boyfriend. Noah curses and tenses.
"Sorry," you apologize. You nuzzle tighter, the scent of his cologne instantly calming your frazzled nerves. His now dry hands pull yours apart gently and turns to face you.
"Rough day?" he asks. You nod, sighing deeply. "Well dinner is just about done and I have a surprise for us." Your eyes light up and Noah smiles. "Go take a nice long bath and everything will be ready when you are."
"Thank you." You pop up on your tiptoes and a peck a kiss to his lips.
A little while later, you shuffle into the living room dressed in your comfiest Halloween pajamas, fuzzy socks, and slippers. You spot food dishes spread over the coffee table and then to Noah where he sits on the couch, a warm mug of something yummy in his hands, also dressed in cozy pajamas.
"You look cozy," you say, settling down beside Noah.
"So do you." Noah raises the mug to you.
"This is incredible! All of this!"
"I know work has been crazy with Halloween and the upcoming holidays so I wanted to do something special."
You take a sip, the warm autumnal spices soothing your throat. "Apple cider?"
"With a little kick," Noah winks, raising his orange jack -o-lantern mug to your white ceramic ghost.
Halfway through the cheesy 90s Halloween movie, you both finish eating. Before you can offer to take the dishes, Noah is already gathering the plates. While he cleans up, you make your way to the kitchen for more apple cider. You hear Noah rummaging around while you ladle the festive drink into your favorite mug. As you enter the living room you spot pumpkins on the table.
"Carving pumpkins?"
"Yep!" Noah beams, his smile reaches his eyes. "Which one do you want? I printed out some designs too!"
After setting down your mug, you reach over and pick the medium sized pumpkin. It's got a few quirks but its perfect.
"I haven't done this since I was a kid," you say with hesitation.
Noah places his hand on yours to comfort you. "It'll be fun. I haven't carved a pumpkin in ages either." He gives you a reassuring smile. You smile back.
A little while later in concentrated silence, Noah's soft voice cuts through. "Darling, could you grab me another mug of cider please?"
You huff a little in irritation, but then realize for the first time, how much your fingers ache. "My fingers are cramping up, I could use a break." You set down the carving knife and examine the cute little ghostie you carved, smiling at the bow atop her head. You lean to glance at Noah's pumpkin, but he drapes himself over of the gourd blocking your view.
"It's a surprise," he winks. You stick out your tongue in defeat and then grab the two mugs from the table.
"Love you!" Noah calls from couch.
"Hate you too!" you sass back. If your hands weren't full you flip him off. It's lighthearted and Noah knows it too.
"Love you more!"
As you ladle the drink into each mug, your mind drifts to all those years ago to your first date. To when both of you were younger and Noah had long hair. To the late nights and long distance. But now he's here, home—settling down into a new chapter.
With your hands full once more, you push open the kitchen door to the living room and gasp. The mugs clatter to the floor in your sudden surprise. Before you Noah bends on one knee flanked by two illuminated pumpkins— one with the words WILL YOU MARRY ME cut out and a heart curved out of the other. In his hands lies a small black box.
"Yes!" you exclaim before closing the distance . Wrapping your arms around his neck Noah lifts you into an embrace. "A thousand times yes!"
The world slows around you as you kiss him deeply. He kisses you back.
Cozy Noah for his birthday<3
Pairing: Noah x female reader
cw: none just cute cozy fluff
WC 805 || other noah fics || tag list
You plop your work bag on the floor and toe out of your shoes. The work week from Hell is finally over. Inhaling deeply, a sweet and spicy scent calls you to the kitchen. Your feet stop short of the threshold where you survey the kitchen. Noah in all of his six feet whatever hunches over the sink washing dishes singing softly to himself. Something bubbles away on the stove top and numbers countdown on the digital timer.
Gratitude warms your heart, spreading from your chest outward. It's been a rough year for the both of you, but these simple moments remind you to take each day one at a time.
Soon, your tired feet carry you closer to where you wrap your arms around your boyfriend. Noah curses and tenses.
"Sorry," you apologize. You nuzzle tighter, the scent of his cologne instantly calming your frazzled nerves. His now dry hands pull yours apart gently and turns to face you.
"Rough day?" he asks. You nod, sighing deeply. "Well dinner is just about done and I have a surprise for us." Your eyes light up and Noah smiles. "Go take a nice long bath and everything will be ready when you are."
"Thank you." You pop up on your tiptoes and a peck a kiss to his lips.
A little while later, you shuffle into the living room dressed in your comfiest Halloween pajamas, fuzzy socks, and slippers. You spot food dishes spread over the coffee table and then to Noah where he sits on the couch, a warm mug of something yummy in his hands, also dressed in cozy pajamas.
"You look cozy," you say, settling down beside Noah.
"So do you." Noah raises the mug to you.
"This is incredible! All of this!"
"I know work has been crazy with Halloween and the upcoming holidays so I wanted to do something special."
You take a sip, the warm autumnal spices soothing your throat. "Apple cider?"
"With a little kick," Noah winks, raising his orange jack -o-lantern mug to your white ceramic ghost.
Halfway through the cheesy 90s Halloween movie, you both finish eating. Before you can offer to take the dishes, Noah is already gathering the plates. While he cleans up, you make your way to the kitchen for more apple cider. You hear Noah rummaging around while you ladle the festive drink into your favorite mug. As you enter the living room you spot pumpkins on the table.
"Carving pumpkins?"
"Yep!" Noah beams, his smile reaches his eyes. "Which one do you want? I printed out some designs too!"
After setting down your mug, you reach over and pick the medium sized pumpkin. It's got a few quirks but its perfect.
"I haven't done this since I was a kid," you say with hesitation.
Noah places his hand on yours to comfort you. "It'll be fun. I haven't carved a pumpkin in ages either." He gives you a reassuring smile. You smile back.
A little while later in concentrated silence, Noah's soft voice cuts through. "Darling, could you grab me another mug of cider please?"
You huff a little in irritation, but then realize for the first time, how much your fingers ache. "My fingers are cramping up, I could use a break." You set down the carving knife and examine the cute little ghostie you carved, smiling at the bow atop her head. You lean to glance at Noah's pumpkin, but he drapes himself over of the gourd blocking your view.
"It's a surprise," he winks. You stick out your tongue in defeat and then grab the two mugs from the table.
"Love you!" Noah calls from couch.
"Hate you too!" you sass back. If your hands weren't full you flip him off. It's lighthearted and Noah knows it too.
"Love you more!"
As you ladle the drink into each mug, your mind drifts to all those years ago to your first date. To when both of you were younger and Noah had long hair. To the late nights and long distance. But now he's here, home—settling down into a new chapter.
With your hands full once more, you push open the kitchen door to the living room and gasp. The mugs clatter to the floor in your sudden surprise. Before you Noah bends on one knee flanked by two illuminated pumpkins— one with the words WILL YOU MARRY ME cut out and a heart curved out of the other. In his hands lies a small black box.
"Yes!" you exclaim before closing the distance . Wrapping your arms around his neck Noah lifts you into an embrace. "A thousand times yes!"
The world slows around you as you kiss him deeply. He kisses you back.
alright these are all gonna be a vibe and i find this funny cause most of this playlist is chase atlantic and most of this list are the few that aren't 💀
heyhey happy early valentines!! come do this lil quiz with me to see what trope you are😋
Love Pawsona
no pressure tags!! @mlkbwunnies @starglitterz @catcze @silkjade @burningburningburnt @pookiepup @the-travelling-witch @everythingisarabbithole @thestarswhisper ++everyo who sees this :3
There are soooooo many but I'll just tag a few (not gonna double tag) @sunnywolfer @diavolo-is-babygirl @dxncingwithastrxnger @ryminsteddiesashanne @cherry-blossom-sword80 @legglesscat @beelanddiavolosimp-blog
BEAUTIFUL PERSON skull AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know that a certified Skull thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33
AWHH TY KI!!
im too tired to paste it a bunch so @oshidorifuufu @ki-2-your-heart @the-real-loser-otaku-girl @sleepy-internet-addict @fishii28 @goromustdie (all my moots deserve this but u guys have the easiest to remember urls cuz my memory is worse than a goldfish's)
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@olivia-willo-w @yourlocalintrovetsimp @magnificentobeymeplayer @hoesoflamentation @dxncingwithastrxnger @gluttiny @cherry-blossom-sword80 @beelanddiavolosimp-blog @katboykirby @th30sstuff @a-shrimp-for-you @mellylovesmilo @beetlecola & all my other moots and followers and people I follow 💛
There are soooooo many more amazing people on here who deserve this but I can't tag everyone 😭
So funny story, i dont have a full playlist rn, because im too lazy to centralize them. Im just gonna use my liked videos on youtube and not count non-songs or instrumentals.
playlist for when you have an assigment due midnight
Candy Jelly Love - Lovelyz
Es por ti - Luis Miguel
Panico - Inspector
Say you'll be there - Spice Girls
Kissing you - Girls Generation
Voting ended onJan 18, 2025
you, the reader. please don't be harsh 🙏
tagging (no pressure): @starry-miki @veveeennn @melodilac @nocreativityfornames @magnificentobeymeplayer @cluevix @earlgrey-teacups and 🫵 YOU 🫵the reader
So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…
You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.
It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?
I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.
((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))
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“Below are selected prices that are paid to professional assassins by criminal organizations and drug cartels for a contract hit.
In Australia, the median price to hire a hit man is $13,610 (9,800 Euros), with the price going up to $83,000 (60,000 Euros) based on the task.
In Mexico, the cost for a low level assassin is $208 (150 Euros), and up to $20,832 (15,000 Euros) for a higher profile target like a police chief.
The prices paid in Argentina are between $3,749 (2,700 Euros) to $5,555 (4,000 Euros) per hit.
Government statistics in Spain state that 40 assassinations take place each year, with prices for the hit ranging between $27 (20 Euros) to $69,000 (50,000 Euros).”
So cheap! I always thought things like this would cost more than $1 million…
Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:
A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin
A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans
A clock that isn’t 24-hours
More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know
Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain
Multiple moons/no moon
Planetary rings
A northern lights effect, but near the equator
Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks
Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals
Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands
The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage
No concept of virginity or bastardry
More than 2 genders/no concept of gender
Monotheism, but not creationism
Gods that don’t look like people
Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats
Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot
Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom
“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls
A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language
A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)
I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.
