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floatingfish626 · 3 years

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MC Server ಥ_ಥ

Me and a group of friends made our own MC server. Unfortunately, the server was abandoned. Me, being the person I am, still feel the server has potential, so I still play/write lore for it. This may be wayyyy out of the usual for my page but lets be honest, who actively stalks my tumblr page? This is mostly gonna be a place for me to dump the failed server ideas/backstories. So, here goes nothing. If you wanna read them, random stranger, feel free to! I wanted this server to last a while, and we made it almost 2 months with about 12 people in total. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,603 (11,679 Characters)

**ALL ORIGINS ARE WRITTEN BY SEPERTE PEOPLE, ALL EDITED BY ME, NONAME**

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Character Origin 1, Seven: Seven was born into a life of poverty, shortly after he was born, he got sold to work as a slave on a sea village, quickly being transferred to a sand village outside of a prison. He did is work as a farmer to a small, yet kind and caring family, who adopted him as their own. His name, Seven, coming from a number tattooed on his neck while in the market. During Seven’s time at this small village, they had a fatal accident, having a berserk enderman ruin the home he had grown custom to. He rebuilt the fallen Village, only to have a Piglin army slaughter whomever remained. Seven only escaped with his life, befriending a Guardian named Marvin, who became his best friend (RIP Marvin, we miss you <3). The Guardian helped Seven grow stronger, and learn to fight. A few years later, he came across two children, Tex and Rox. Seven, taking sympathy for the two, took them as his own. As the revenge grew further from his mind, his children grew older. As they grew, he taught them what he knew about farming and combat. His kids grew older and left him, a crazy old man in a dirt hut with the guardian, forgetting the revenge he wished for many years. On a normal day, Seven had witnessed something unforgivable happen. He had met Oxlo, Void, and Levi. After spending every waking moment together, the three ended up falling for each other, having adopted Levi and marrying the other two, Seven had have a happy life, with his 3 stolen adopted kids and poly relationship. (End Seven.)

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Character Origin 2, Levi: Levi was born into captivity from a hybrid mother. By the time he could walk, he was taken from his mother, and raised like a solider. Levi had large, beautiful wings, that got removed as a child, leaving him scared and unsure of who he was all throughout his ‘childhood.’ Being he was a hybrid being, he was used on for testing, by horrid endermen. Having experiments done constantly, he had mutated a mouth (basically Venom from the movie Venom) that he had grown to hate. As Levi grew older, he became rebellious against the unfair people. He gained many cruel and inhumane (lol) punishments. During one of these ‘rebellious moments,’ he had expected to be caught. instead, he was left alone to do so. He heard a loud crash and began to investigate. He had walked outside to see 2 large entities trying to fight against the endermen, and winning. Levi took this as an opportunity to escape. He left the end before the two closed the portal to the end. He blacked out and woke up to a short, sandy blonde man and 2, really tall men, resembling endermen, staring at him. After many, many years of building trust and learning how to communicate, Levi became one of their family. He Moved out many years later, only to return to his home town to find everything left barren and abandoned. (End Levi.)

Looks: Light blue, messy hair, dark blue eyes, scarf covering his mouth/nose, unhinged and slimy mouth, white and blue tshirt, black jeans (you can tell this one is my, NoName’s, OC cause he is a lot more detailed LMAO)

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Character Origin 3, Tex: Tex is 15-17, a strider hybrid. He comes from a Nether village called Riften, but now resides in Toadstool Field. He works as a dealer and supplier for the Midnight Mafia. He can easily build and mine, and is also good at navigating the Nether and finding gold (piglins wanted gold all the time so he grew accustomed to getting it) he's obsessive and goes into a blind rage near piglins, and gifts objects and builds often. Tex was a runt in his village, so when it was attacked by piglins when he was 6-8 he was left behind for a offering, after years of being with piglins he came to despise them. He escaped around 11-14. (He isn't good with remembering his age) He had multiple siblings, but cannot remember them very well. He assumes they are dead along with the rest of his village and now only is comfortable around Seven, Void and Levi Tex has pointed ears, and scars from water/staying with piglins. He has sharp teeth. He cannot see well, water is hurtful to him and his memory is bad but he can easily swim in lava/fire resistant. He is twitchy and quick, he has curious movements and is very touchy and talks quickly and mumbly. He wears a magenta sweater, black overalls, purple flowers scattered about and no shoes Tex wants to be renewed in his new family's eyes, he wishes not to be known as a runt he thinks everyone sees him lower bc of him being a runt. Tex doesn't understand human feelings/ striders don't have many emotions, his anger was very new to him he is scared of Piglins/hoglins and hates water

Looks: Messy, dark hair, pointed ears, black eyes, fangs, darker, loosing fitting clothes

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Character Origin 4, Amber:

So amber was born in a town called Fransin in the nether and lived there with her single mother, she was bullied a lot as a kid because she didn't have spare money for the nicest clothes or shoes she stayed there until about 15 when her mother had kicked her out because it's the same as her mother did when she was younger, she stumbled upon a portal and went through which lead into dark woods and after wandering around for a bit she came upon Toadstool Fields. She was a bit scared, but after meeting the town's folk she adjusted to the overworld, yes she had a few bumps along the way (especially when her friends suggested they go swimming, as she’s part blaze), but she has grown more and made more friends, plus they even let her build her own home! She has always been grateful because they've always helped her and given her everything she needs, especially since she grew up kinda rough

Looks: Light brown hair, Golden eyes, ash colored freckles, Bee striped shirts

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Character Origin 5, Rox: When Rox was young around 4, she was made as a science experiment, (hence the endwalk state that will eventually happen later) she was later sent out to the street after all of those tests (for over 3 years), that she hated so dearly, After about one week on her own in the world, she was soon adopted by seven. She was taught how to fight and defend herself. As she got older, he became smarter and was filled with anger from the past. (hence chaotic good and neutral evil yknow?) So yes, around 16, she married milly and has been with her for a year now, she is just trying help people with her bakery and fight people if necessary (Since she’s in the mafia clan thingy).

Looks: short, pink hair, glasses, blue eyes, dark clothes

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Character Origin 6, Void: Void was born in the end, to a noble Enderman, though they don't remember that. They don't remember their original name, or their parents, or anything about their life. All they know is that they're not welcome in the End anymore, being ostracized after a series of unfortunate events in the End. Their first interaction with the Overworld wound up in them in a village and slaughtering everyone in it due to someone making eye contact with them, shortly afterwards picking up the masks to avoid eye contact and avoid looking at the scars on their face. They fled the premises with their sister Redacted and hid deep into the woods, starting on making a mansion for themself and their sister, where they would be safe. They want to keep all those dear to them safe, bordering a bit on possessiveness with the protectiveness. They have a lot of secrets, and in general are an unknown entity to those around them. They're extremely morally ambiguous and run a mafia, with their pet as their right hand man.

Extra: -Redacted is not Void's blood sister. -Void has worn their masks for so long they don't know what they look like. -Void only takes their mask off to threaten people. -They have such a love of birds because the first mob that didn't run away from them was a parrot. -They hate government because one tried to kidnap them once and study them as an Enderman, using water torture against them. Void escaped and killed a few people, grabbing two masks off the wall as they went to hide their identity. -Void's eyes are different from fellow Enderman, and if you look into them it's an unpleasant experience for you both. -Void is a peaceful entity until provoked, just like Enderman. -Void has an immense hatred for sand. -Void likes gazing at the stars because it reminds them of gazing into the void in the End, which is where they got their name from. -Void has a dog named Spark because shortly after they found him they were struck by lightning, which they found hilarious.

Looks: Tall (height unspecified), Dark, fancy clothing, Mask (smile, no he isn’t dream), dark, messy hair)

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Character Origin 7, Milly: Milly is a neko hybrid, she's part feline, part human. Her existence came to be when her mother, a neko, and her father, a human, fell in love. She grew up in a small town which wasn't very popular, she wasn't picked on but she did get pushed around by some people growing up. Despite bullies, she had a normal upbringing; her parents were nice and supportive, teaching her everything they could. Her mother often told her how horrible the world can be, teaching her how kindness is a must and how no matter what, she should always help people in need and keep up a smile if she could. Milly followed this advice the best she could. While her mother taught her things through talks, her father tried to teach her things physically: he told her how he agreed, how the world was horrible, so he taught her to fight- to defend herself and protect others with her fighting skills and feline abilities. Although Milly loved her parents and the friends she had, she grew adventurous when she turned the age of 15- she wanted to explore, to see and meet more than she has. Her parents respected her wishes since they loved her dearly, they gave her all the supplies and advice they could before they hugged her goodbye. It wasn't long after that she met Rox, an enderman hybrid who she grew to cherish being around. So, her and Rox got married at 16 and She moved in with Rox, in the smp she loved living in for all her days. Hence where the story starts.

Headcanons: -Milly has about five cats she keeps, she loves cats. -She likes to draw, collect flowers, bake sweets, and help out people. -She's a lawful good person and pacifist -She likes dogs but they don't like her :( -She has special feline characteristics: she can jump two blocks higher than a normal person, she can purr, she will take random naps sometimes during the day, she has fangs, and she gets distracted by cat toys sometimes

Looks: Long pink hair, light pink eyes, collar (it has a bell), white shirt and a pink skirt

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Unmentioned Characters (ones without backstories): Sammy, Oxlo, Will

this took me an hour. JUST EDITING- (ó﹏ò｡)

#smp #mc #minecraft #we spent so long and for nothing-#ocs #oc #Toadstool Field SMP #TFSMP #this is going to take over my page istg

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vjimin · 4 years

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💘 Get to know me more!

I was tagged by these beautiful souls: @vante-love @hobieshopie @hopefish15 @exoticarmyofcrowns

What do you prefer to be called name wise? Milli on here, it’s my nickname but outside of tumblr lots of people call me by my real name as well. Also xxiii but that one’s reserved for my bratty child

When is your birthday? September 10th

Where do you live? Germany

Three things you are doing right now? Filling out this thing, laying on my bed and watching some old Bon voyage stuff.

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now? atm only BTS tbh and that’s draining me enoug for now. Still following some riverdale stuff, skam and Fruits Basket.

How the pandemic treating you? Tbh nothing much changed for me except for the fact that I’m doing home office once a week 🤷🏽‍♀️

A song you can’t stop listening to right now? Buttttteerflyyyyyyy by BTS

Recommend a movie? All time favourite Forrest Gump 🤧

How old are you? 23 years old looking like a 13 years old

School, university, occupation, other? Doing my master’s atm but I’m basically done with it except for my master’s thesis and a semester abroad.

Do you prefer hot or cold? Cold all the way like my heart 💙

Name one fact others may not know about you: I feel like there’s nothing left to reveal about myself lol? But I’m half Italian/half polish so idk whether I’ve told that one already.

Are you shy? I can be either shy af or a total extrovert. On here I usually don’t approach people too often because I feel like I’m annoying??? But outside I’m def not shy around new people - sometimes I do regret my outgoing way tho and ask myself why tf I’m talking that much.

Do you have any preferred pronouns? She/her

Any pet peeves? I hate it when people breath loud, when people sneeze into their hands, people who walk slowly or walk in front of me, so basically people in general lol

What’s your favorite “dere” type? I’m a sucker for Kuudere and Tsundere (tho I do have a hate/love relationship with my Tsundere how ironic)

Rate you life 1-10; 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be: I’d say between 7-8 even though there’s basically nothing wrong in my life, there are still some things that ain’t the way I want them to be

What’s your main blog? this one

List your side blogs and what they are used for: I have tons of side blogs only for the sake of saving urls

Is there anything you think people need to know about you before being friends with you? I express my emotions in all capitals and am a sarcastic bitch but i actually just crave attention and love lol 💖

Tagging: @flowerkth @moonlytae @joonies-girl-08 @naturaljeon @magnusbanesglitter @prodagustd @sweetnightsjimin @heavyinmyarms @sweetpeajeon 💟

#tag game

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vastly-fixated-devotee-667 · 5 years

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come to me

i’ve never actually posted any of my writing on tumblr because i’ve never been into it enough to want to share it but i did this for fun and though it’d be fun to share. it's based off come to me by the goo goo dolls, and was technically written to be ben x my mc, but i made it mc-neutral (aside from the fact that it’s a female slytherin, but) for fun. i hope this is well-received, ahahah

(for clarification, anything in green is in mc’s pov, and anything in red is in ben’s. this is a slight au where it kind of takes place later than actual hphm does, and mc isnt the actual mc from the game.)

i’ll be kind if you’ll be faithful; you be sweet and i’ll be grateful. cover me with kisses, dear; lighten up the atmosphere. keep me warm inside our bed; i got dreams of you all through my head. fortune teller said i’d be free, and that’s the day you came to me.

i laid back in my chair, contemplating my life choices and why i ever thought taking this class was a good idea. divination was a bullshit concept and professor trelawney was a complete phony. at least it was an easy o, as you could basically make up any „prophecy” and trelawney would accept it.

i swirled the tea in my cup, wanting so badly to drink it. but trelawney drained it so she could help me „read the tea leaves” — whatever that means. i assumed it would mean someone was going to die, whether it was me, one of my friends, or just some random person i’d never met. whatever she was in the mood for, i guessed.

„ah, miss [l/n], how fortunate you are,” she said. “the shape — it is a bird. meaning, you will soon find freedom. be on the lookout for any good omen that might free you.”

free me from what? boredom? i guessed the future that was predicted was to be in — i checked my watch — approximately ten minutes. lucky me.

when the aforementioned ten minutes passed, i eagerly threw my books into my bag and left the stuffy, perfume-filled tower. my next class was history of magic, and that was the one class where i was always able to slip into the background and stay unnoticed. a rare instance of happiness for me.

as i stepped off the bottom rung of the ladder and turned around, i immediately ran into someone, dropping my bag and causing its contents to strew across the corridor. the both of us hastily apologized and dropped to the floor to gather my books and quills. he handed me my charms and potions textbooks, and after the commotion, it was the first time i truly looked at him. gryffindor in my year, blond, brown eyes, pale. the one who was known through gossip as the „cowardly gryffindor”. ben copper. an oxymoron personified.

„thanks,” i said. „and sorry, again. i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

„no, i’m sorry; i’m the one who wasn’t paying attention,” he said, his face flushed pink. he scratched the back of his neck. „er, i’m ben, by the way.”

„yeah, i know,” i said. „i’m [m/c], but i’m guessing you already knew that.”

„er... i probably should have known that, considering we’re in the same year. i guess i just try not to interact with slytherins much.”

i snorted. “well, yeah, we’re in the same year, but i meant you probably just recognize me because of my dad.”

he tilted his head. „your dad?”

i raised an eyebrow. „[dad’s name]? retired seeker for the pride of portree?”

he scrunched his eyebrows, then a look of realization washed over his face. „oh, that’s quidditch; isn’t it? i don’t really know anything about quidditch. muggle-born.” he flinched, obviously hesitant to reveal that information as if i were going to berate him for such a fact.

„oh. that makes a lot of sense. but you’ve not even, like, heard of me through gossip? i’m sure your friends know who i am.”

he shrugged coyly. „i don’t really have any friends.”

my eyebrows shot up. „oh. well, uh, i’d be your friend, if you’d like.”

„really? a star quidditch player’s slytherin daughter friends with the cowardly gryffindor mudblood?”

„hey, don’t call yourself that! you seem really wonderful, despite what people say. you don’t appear to be half as fearful as people seem to think. i mean, you’ve been talking to me for this long, so that’s something. besides, it’d be refreshing to be friends with someone who doesn’t want to get acquainted with me because of my dad.”

his face lit up. „then, i’d love to be your friend.”

i gave him what i hoped was a warm smile. „great! see you later, then, new friend.”

i got to history of magic class before i could be accounted for being late. maybe, just maybe, trelawney’s prophecy was right this time around.

the months flew by, and ben and i grew closer and closer each passing week within. he was the first friendship i’d made in my three years at hogwarts that didn’t end in wanting to meet my dad or anything of the like. in fact, it was steering toward ending in a whole new, completely pleasant manner.

as days passed, we seemed to get more comfortable with being not just emotionally closer, but physically closer as well. time was often spent in the tranquility of the library or the solitude of the artifact room, huddled up close to each other, sharing warmth. on numerous occasions, we’d even fall asleep in either room, slipping into nonsensical twists on our pleasant reality. while i had no way of telling the contents of his, my own dreams were filled with notions of the two of us being something more than simple friends. while at the time i never would’ve said it aloud, they weren’t exactly the kind of dreams i’d consider nightmares. far from it, actually. they could’ve even been considered prayers. prayers to the metaphorical god that was my own bravery, asking me to work up the courage to make any sort of move. yet, all i could muster was a few stolen kisses on his cheeks, nose, forehead. nothing serious. nothing that could’ve been mistaken for anything more than an exchange between close friends.

come to me, my sweetest friend. can you feel my heart again? i’ll take you back where you belong, and this’ll be our favorite song. come to me with secrets bare. i love you more, so don’t be scared. and when we’re old and near the end, we’ll go home and start again.

„lumos.” the tip of my wand lit up the face of the watch on my wrist. „nox.” 11:37. no hope in falling asleep any time soon.

i sat up and tore off a piece of parchment from the scroll nearest me. „lumos.” by the dim wandlight, i found my pen and wrote the one word „awake” in the center of the parchment, followed by a question mark. at the bottom right, i wrote a dash and a capital „[first initial]”. i strapped the note to the leg of my dad’s old owl, millie, and gave her directions to send it to ben. she complied and flew out of my dormitory.

no longer than five minutes later, she returned with another piece of parchment on her leg — a different one from the one i gave her. i unstrapped it from her and read it.

i never sleep; don’t you know? —b

i chuckled and shook my head. i tore off a new piece of parchment and scribbled down another note.

come to me. —[first initial]

millie obediently delivered the note again and returned shortly with another.

to your common room? you know i can’t get in. and i’d rather not try. not with felix rosier on duty. —b

i rolled my eyes and composed another note.

i’ll wait for you outside to let you in. please? i’m a lonely insomniac. —[first initial]

millie delivered and returned one last time.

fine. heading down now. —b

„nox.” my wandlight went out and i crept into my common room and quietly pushed open the door. hardly a minute later, ben arrived, moving swiftly so as to avoid getting caught. i impulsively hugged him to thank him for coming. we sat on the couch in the lounge, snuggled up close to each other. it was a comfortable silence, but i still felt glad when he broke it.

„why can’t you sleep?” he asked.

i shrugged. „got a lot on my mind, i guess. hard to shut my mind down when there’s so much running through it.”

„like what?”

„i dunno. things. unimportant things that still manage to worm their way into my brain. what about you? what fuels your insomnia?”

„fear, mostly. when you’re afraid of everything, it’s hard to not think of something that scares you.”

„i never really wondered until now, but why are you afraid of everything? i mean, sorry if that sounds rude, but— yeah. you know what i mean.”

„it’s mostly the entire aspect of magic. my whole life, i grew up pretty sheltered and all, but when i heard magic exists, it basically... turned my life upside down. i was already a generally anxious kid, but then this whole new, dangerous concept was introduced to me as real even though i went my whole life believing it was a fictional thing...” he cleared his throat. „sorry. i know it’s stupid.”

„no, no, it’s not stupid. i know what it’s like to be afraid.” i hesitated. „the reason my dad doesn’t play quidditch anymore is — well, for one, he’s too old, but — because he had a really bad injury during his last game. he got hit by a bludger and knocked to the ground from fifty meters in the air. he was in st. mungo’s for a few days. but it was just the amount of pain he was in... it made me extremely cautious. i avoided any situation that could potentially end in any sort of physical pain. it was bad. i’m still sort of that way, but i always felt like a coward for being so fearful. i never really realized cowardice wasn’t define by a person’s fears... but i know that now. and it might do you some good to be aware of it, too.”

it was dark and hard to see, but i could hear the smile on his lips as he spoke. „thanks, [m/c].”

i burrowed my head into his chest. „no problem, ben.”

an hour passed, and my eyelids threatened to fall like boulders on the edge of a cliff, but i willed myself to stay awake. if i fell asleep, that would almost guarantee ben getting caught being in another house’s common room.

as the time neared 2:00 ᴀ.ᴍ., i shook ben to make sure he wasn’t asleep. „hey. you probably should get back to your own common room.”

he rubbed his eyes. „what time is it?”

„1:57.”

we reluctantly stood and i walked him to the door. after saying goodnight, we wound up in a hug that lasted nearly two minutes before we came to our senses.

„ben?” i stopped him before he walked out of sight.

he turned back to me. „yeah?”

i took a shaky breath. „i love you.”

there was a pause, and my heart pounded loudly into the silence.

„i love you, too,” he said finally, and i’d never heard any sweeter poetry.

i caught you burning photographs, like that could save you from your past. history is like gravity: it holds you down away from me. you and me, we’ve both got sins; i don’t care about where you’ve been. don’t be sad and don’t explain; this is where we start again.

i tore out of the potions classroom as soon as professor snape dismissed the class. i couldn’t believe how klutzy i was, spilling my entire potion and all right onto snape’s robes. i was to have detention for two weeks, and i’d never hear the end of it from my dorm mates.

i sought out the artifact room for an escape, only to find it already in use. the crumpled figure of [m/c] sat on the floor, surrounded by photographs, some scorched around the edges. she picked up another with a shaky hand, oblivious to my presence. „incendio.” the photograph caught fire and she watched it be swallowed by the flames, flames that combated the streaks of watery tears that ran down her cheeks.

„[m/c]?” i said, causing her to jump. „what’s going on?”

she quickly wiped her cheeks on her sleeve and kicked the photographs behind her. „nothing; it’s— it’s nothing. just some old photographs i wanted to get rid of.”

i knelt down and picked up a photograph, myself. it pictured what seemed to be a young trista and an older boy who looked quite similar to her. „who is this?”

she swallowed, realizing there was probably no way out of this. „my brother.”

i sifted through the other images. they all showed the same two faces throughout the years. she never even told me she had a brother. „why are you burning pictures of you and your brother?”

„because.”

i looked her in the eye, attempting to show how dead serious i was. she’d always do this for me when something was bothering me, so it was about time i returned the favor. „because why?”

„i just... don’t want to look at them anymore.”

„why?”

„because it... it hurts to be reminded of him in such a way.”

„why?”

the tears she was holding back began to fall. „because he’s dead, ben. this was what it was like back when we were kids, and... i just don’t want to think about that. not knowing that we’ll never be able to relive the memories.”

„and you really think this is the best way to cope? you’re going to regret doing this in the future. besides, your brother would want you to remember him like this; wouldn’t he? i’m so sorry for your loss, [m/c], but, please, be rational.”

she let out a soft sob and dropped the photograph in her hand. she hid her face in her hands and i put an arm around her shoulders. it was a little bit before she spoke again. „i just wanted to be like him. but i’ve already blown it. i’ve made friends with people i shouldn’t have, and that led to saying and doing things i shouldn’t have, and—”

„[m/c],” i stopped her. „anything you’ve done in the past is irrelevant now. i’ve known you for a while now, and you’re one of — no, the nicest person i’ve met at this school. and that’s what matters right now.”

she looked me in the eye for the first time since i found her in there and whispered a small „thanks.” her eyes fell back onto the photographs that laid on the floor.

i took a breath, hoping talking about her brother might make here feel better. „what was his name?”

„jacob.”

i nodded and paused, thinking of the best way to continue. „what did he do? for a job? or was he still in school?”

„he was an auror. that’s... that’s how he died. this summer. he was dueling a powerful dark wizard when he... struck a nerve, i guess. wizard fired the killing curse, and... that was that.”

„i’m sorry.”

she shrugged with a small shake of her head. „i want to be an auror like him, though. he helped put a lot of bad people away. i want to do that, too.”

i smiled in what i wanted to come off as a supportive way. „i’m sure you will. you’ll make your brother proud.”

a smile washed across her forlorn face. „thanks.”

„[m/c]?” i said. „could you come here?”

„what’s up?” she stood.

„just, uh... just come with me.”

i led her out of the great hall where she was eating lunch and to the artifact room. i pointed out the big, black spider that rested on the chalkboard.

she looked at me, amused. „that’s what you needed me for?”

i flushed. „you don’t have any problem getting rid of them, and, well...”

she rolled her eyes. „is that why i’m your girlfriend? because i can get rid of spiders for you?”

i rubbed the back of my neck. „it’s one of the many benefits.”

she chuckled and planted a kiss on my cheek. then, she turned to the spider. „all right, you; it’s time to stop tormenting ben. wingardium leviosa.” the spider hovered to the will of her wand and she led it out to the courtyard, dropping it onto the grass. „there. you’re free to relax in your hopefully-spider-free-for-now hideout.”

„thanks.” i grinned shyly. how did i get so lucky to earn her love? „i love you.”

„i love you, too.”

today’s the day i make you mine, so get me to the church on time. take my hand in this empty room. you’re my girl and i’m your groom. come to me, my sweetest friend; this is where we start again.

i gazed at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie for the umpteenth time. i was determined to make sure everything was perfect for such a perfect day. it was hard to believe i was actually to be marrying the one i had loved since my third year.

a knock on the door drew me out of my trance. „ben? can i come in?” it was [m/c].

i walked to the door and laid my hand on the handle, but i hesitated. „isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”

i heard her laugh. „muggles have such ridiculous superstitions. come on; just let me in.”

i drew in a breath and opened the door. the breath i took was knocked out of me when i saw how she was dressed. a flower crown composed of our collective favorite flowers rested on her head. her pastel green dress fell to her knees and she wore her usual black ankle boots. she insisted on not having too fancy nor traditional of a wedding, and i was set on doing whatever made her happy.

„what’s up?” i said.

her face fell as she remembered the reason she had come. „i miss him. i wish he were here.”

i tilted my head, wondering who she meant. then, i realized. her brother. „oh. i’m sorry.”

she stayed silent a moment, her eyes on the floor. „he was engaged before his death. the wedding never happened. and now... he’s not here for mine.” her eyes finally met mine. „this is all everything i’d imagined it to be, except for that one aspect.”

„i’m sorry, [m/c]; i really wish i could—”

she took me by surprise when she flung her arms around me. „don’t apologize. i’m thanking you.”

„thanking me?”

„my brother was never going to be able to attend. that was inevitable. i realize that. but everything else... everything else is just as i wanted. and i owe that all to you.”

i smiled modestly. „well, we had some help from penny...”

„but it’s you who’ll be standing opposite me at the alter. and that’s all i could ask for.” she released me from her grasp and took my hand. „now, what do you say we get out there and seal the deal?”

the music that played was a perfect mix of wizard and muggle music, shaped to fit ben’s and my taste. we danced amongst the other partners to come to me by the muggle band the goo goo dolls. as the rest of the world fell away and it was just him and me on the dance floor, it easily became my favorite song — our favorite song. another chapter in our history had come to a close that day, but the whole of our book wouldn’t end for a long time.

#hogwarts mystery #harry potter #ben copper #ben copper x reader #ben copper x mc #ben copper x jacob’s sibling #jacob’s sibling #hphm mc #hphm

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softarchieves · 5 years

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12/12/12 tag game

Thanks to Iivywriters for tagging me in this :-)

Rules: Answer 12 questions in character as an OC, ask 12 questions, and tag 12 people :-)

My answers:

(Answering as Millie from Hellhounds)

1) What teachings from your parents still affect you to this day? Do you wish they didn’t?

“Never met my mom, my dad was never the parental-kind of a father, so I never really learned anything fro them. But I guess Lady Marlowee counts, though most of her teachings flew right over my head. But one thing that did stick, was to plan things out, to not just do thins impulsively. I’m both grateful for that and pissed about it too. It feels like a restricting cage, but sometimes that’s what I need,”

2) Who is the person who made the greatest impact (good OR bad) on you, and who you are today?

“Rose and Castor are two other hellhounds that live on the run, and I really don’t know them all that well. But they made a huge impact on me that one time I met them. It had never occurred to me that I could live outside of a safety zone like the one Lady Marlowee had created,”

3) If you could do anything, without strings or consequences attached, what would you do?

“Okay, here’s the thing: It doesn’t matter what I would do, because there are consequences for your actions in real life, and you can’t just do things anyway, ignoring all the red flags, letting yourself believe that everything bad will work itself out. That’s not how it works, because if it did, I would have gone to the Underworld long ago, and brought my brother with me!”

4) A genie gives you three wishes. What would you wish for?

“When a genie gives you a wish, you have to be pretty careful about what you wish for. It’s not just jins who are tricky. Though genie’s do have your best intentions at heart when they grant a wish, they too have to obey the laws of magic: Nothing comes out of nothing. So I just stay away from wish-granting all together,”

5) When you go and pack for something- whether it be as simple as tucking items in your pocket for a normal day, or an overnight trip- what are three or so items that you couldn’t live without?

“Kay makes some amazing cinnamon buns, so I would have to take those with me. And probably a picture I took in the 50′s, with Tala and Phyrra. The last thing would depend on the situation,”

6) Is there someone in your life you can’t live without? Who are they, and what is your relationship like?

“My brother, but I already live without him, and I obviously survived it,”

7) What do you think your childhood self would think of you now? How is your life different from what you pictured then?

“I don’t know. I was so young and lost and hopeless, and now I’m here, in the Upperworld, and trying to have a life. I honestly think, she would have dismissed me as a dream. Nice, but not real,”

8) How do you feel about where you are now? About the person, you are now? What, if anything, would you change about yourself?

“I’m stronger and smarter than I was as a kid, and better than when I thought everything would be fine. I’ve survived this far, and sometimes I can even appreciate it, have moments of joy, which is more than I had back then,”

9) What do you do to de-stress, and take your mind off of things?

“Smoke something. It’s not like the smoke will kill me, I grew up in literal Hell. Tala used to say, that I should get a hobby, like her obsession with crystals. But nothing ever really sticks...”

10) What is the most ridiculous thing that you recall doing? Do you remember why you did it?

“Stupid things don’t really happen to me, just bad things if anything. But after I met Tala, stupid things became the norm, because they seemed to follow her everywhere, and I just got dragged with her into it, way to often to name anything specific. But it was always because Tala didn’t know when to stop anything,”

11) If someone were to record what was happening to you, the story of your life, how would you want to be portrayed?

“Why would anyone do that? My story is not interesting, I’m not the first hellhound to leave the Underworld, I’m not even the first to leave without their sibling. The things that happened to me afterward with Elaine and how everything went to hell, it had nothing to do with me. I was the side-character, who had to live with the consequences, and I am,”

12) What is your ideal future like? When all is said and done, what does peace look like to you?

“Peace and quiet, I guess. It is pretty peaceful right now, have been for a while, and I really just want it to continue on like that,”

My questions: (Dunno if I’m supposed to come up with new questions or not, haven’t tried this before, so I’m just making new ones up!)

1) What color do you really just hate? You get mad just by thinking of the color and want to punch the color far away.

2) Do you have any siblings? If yes, what are they like, how was your childhood together, in which order were you born? If no, would you like to have had them?

3) What would both be your worst nightmare, and greatest dream, if those two were the same thing?

4) If you could apologize to one person in your life, for something bad you did to them, what would the apologize be?

5) If you could transform into an animal, what would the animal be, and how long would you stay in the shape, if you could only do it once?

6) Who would you sacrifice everything for?

7) If auras were real, what would yours look like?

8) Do you have a childhood memory that you are especially fond of?

9) Greatest fear?

10) Biggest insecurity?

11) What do you want to accomplish most in the world?

12) What would you leave behind to be remembered by?

Tagging:

@writernights @pens-swords-stuff @astroswords @artofkace @astams @heyabella @svnshinewrites @honeywharf I would love to tag more people, but I don’t know that many in the writeblr community... Most of the people on this list, I just found by searching around Tumblr, I don’t even know them... Sorry if the tag inconveniences you!

#12/12/12 #Tag games #Triple 12

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80smikewheeler · 7 years

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Byeler Headcanon 🚲💗-Oneshot

This is my ‘Byeler Headcanon 🚲💗’ post, that I’ve turned into a full-length fic, as requested by @otpgod1 I’m sorry it took like a million years to finally post, {In all honesty, I had forgotten about it for a while, I’m so sorry!} But, as requested, here is the fic version of my headcanon! I really hope you enjoy it, and just a little heads up about the sentences…I have no idea, why tumblr has messed with my sentences, there was supposed to be a new line for a new sentence of course, but I’ve tried to get around it a few times, and it keeps arranging my sentences this way! So apologies on that, it was not done intentionally, but I hope you guys really enjoy this, it took me sooo long to write and rewrite etc! Please enjoy, and share if you did enjoy it! Beta by: @noahsbyers A few people to tag who either asked me to tag them, or I’m pretty sure would be interested: @michaelxbyers @sincerely-millie @elevenmlke @come-float-down-here-with-me On a cold, frosty winter’s morning in 1981, the atmosphere around the small town of Hawkins was unusually quiet. The sun had just started to peek its head over the frosty mountains and small rays of sunshine dimly lit the abandoned streets of the town. Old, screwed up newspapers danced across the empty roads like tumbleweeds in the wind. Frost lay thick on car windows, and a deathly chill could be felt in the air. But this unforgiving winter’s morning was different. Mixed in with the cold and the frost was a feeling of joy. The air seemed crisp, and a touch of something magical could be felt all around. The kind of magic only young hearts feel. The kind of magic that all children believe in, untainted by harsh realities or adulthood. It was a special kind of magic - Christmas magic. As the sun rose and the fresh snow started to melt, sunlight crept in through Will’s bedroom window. It sent rays through his blinds, creating a streaky effect across his room, illuminating every corner of it. It rested on his face, the sudden light resting on his eyelids waking him up. Will rose out of bed and looked over to his alarm clock in excitement. The time read ‘7:15am’ in a dull, crimson colour. He couldn’t help but smile. It was earlier than last year, and he couldn’t wait to race into the living room to see what gifts Santa had left for him. In his red Rudolph pyjamas he crept quietly out of his room, slipping into Jonathan’s on the left. The room was murky, with the tiny rays of light forcing themselves through the window. Will could just about make out a figure of his brother lying in his bed, his body sprawled across the covers like a spider. Will silently assessed his brother’s breathing for a moment or two, watching the rise and fall of his chest slightly heighten the bed covers before bringing them back down again. Will waited for his moment, and then pounced. “Wakey-Wakey Jonathan! It’s Christmas Day! It’s Christmas Day!” Jonathan rolled over for a moment, expressing his displeasure of being woken so early by his brother’s yelps with a husked groan before finally opening his eyes to see Will practically on top of him with a look of pure excitement glistening in his eyes. “Okay okay! I’m up, I’m up! Stop yelling!” laughed Jonathan. Will smiled and signalled for him to follow him into Joyce’s room. “Should I just run in and fling the curtains right open?” Jonathan asked playfully. Will grinned. “Yeah, and I’ll give her a morning wake up call!” The two boys ran into their mother’s room, Jonathan heading straight for the curtains and Will launching himself belly first onto her bed. He adopted the same routine that he had used on his brother, bouncing like crazy all over her and shrieking at her joyously that it was Christmas Day and that she needed to get up. Like Jonathan, she groaned and grunted for a few seconds before waking up with a smile on her face at seeing her two sons looking so happy and excited. She gave Will a little tickle around his sides as she followed him into the living room. Laid out on the floor under the Christmas tree were a few small boxes all wrapped in different coloured paper, glistening under the light. Will immediately dived into his presents and started carelessly ripping and tearing all the paper off, a magical glow in his eyes. Shrieks of excitement came when opened gifts containing X-Men comics all in mint condition and fresh in their shiny packaging were revealed. Another gift was torn open rapidly revealing a painting set with mini canvases and an array of brightly coloured acrylics. Will sprung up on his feet at this and began bouncing up and down in excitement, rushing over to his mum to thank her for the paints. Joyce knew how much her son loved to paint and draw. He was pretty skilled at it too, often hanging his masterpieces on the fridge or on the walls around the house. So seeing him so delighted in this gift made her smile beamingly. Finally, after wading through a scatter of discarded wrapping paper and tiny red ribbons that lay strewn across the mahogany carpet, Will eyed the last gift that lay almost hidden under the branches of the tree. It was small and rectangular. Will wondered what it could be. He reached for it, this time slowly and carefully unwrapping the paper to reveal a small piece of white paper. He stared confusingly at it for a moment, before turning it over to reveal what looked like in Joyce’s handwriting, written in black ink, ‘For your final present, you must go outside.’ Will peered out of the window curiously. What could it be? As his mind stared turning over excitedly, wondering at what it could possibly be that he had to go outside for, his heart started racing rapidly and he felt a pang of ecstatic-ness in his stomach…Could the final present be what he’d wanted for so long? What he’d practically been dropping hints at left, right and centre all year? He pressed his feet into the slightly snowy floor beneath him as Joyce and Jonathan followed. The instant touch of ice on his skin made him shiver and shudder, to which his mother and brother shared a giggle at. He didn’t mind the cold though. For some reason, Christmas Day was the only day he could enjoy the cold and smile at the icy gusts of wind batting in his face. It must have been the magic and the atmosphere that Christmas gave to it that made him happy rather than grimace and frown like he would any other day. His arm hairs pricked up at their ends as he turned the corner of the house, hoping to see the bike he so desperately wanted propped up against the wall. However, what he saw was not what he was expecting. Instead, a small, somewhat dingy brownish dog kennel stood in the middle of the white sheet of snow on the grass. Will felt a little disappointment for a moment that it wasn’t the bike that he wanted but soon found a smile, knowing that it was for Chester who needed a new kennel anyways. Will being the happy and grateful little child that he was beamed anyway, knowing that his mum wasn’t very wealthy and was doing her best to make this a good Christmas for him and Jonathan. After all, he’d still gotten some really cool X-Men comics which he knew couldn’t have been cheap considering they were new and not secondhand like most of his other stuff. He knew that must have set her back a bit and he felt grateful that he had even gotten that. So although it wasn’t the shiny blue bike he had his eye on, he still leapt up and down, running towards his mother and embracing her in a warm hug, thanking her for Chester’s new home. Joyce knew that her presents weren’t exactly fantastic, nothing like Mike Wheeler or any of Will’s other friends would be getting, but seeing him always so happy with whatever she got him reassured her and she let out a little laugh of joy as her son squeezed her in a hug. She held his head in her frozen hands and lightly kissed his forehead. “Merry Christmas Will! I’m glad you like your presents. Shall we go inside for some breakfast?” Will nodded and tugged at his mother’s hand, pulling her back inside away from the cold, feeling satisfied with his gifts. Joyce and the kids were just finishing pulling the last of the Christmas crackers after dinner, the popping sound making Will jump every time, producing laugher out of Joyce and Jonathan again when the shrilling sound of the phone ringing interrupted their childish table-side giggles. Joyce answered and told the caller to ‘hold on just a moment’ as she gestured to Will that the phone was for him. Will leapt up in a flurry, guessing that it was either Mike, Lucas or Dustin calling to wish him a ‘Merry Christmas’ and talk about what they each got. As he put his ear to the speaker, his mouth curled up at its ends when he heard his best friend Mike’s soft, gentle voice practically squealing down the phone, wishing him a ‘Happy Christmas’ as he had expected and instantly asking him what he had got. Although afterwards Mike didn’t begin to tell Will what he had got, but rather simply asked, “Are you allowed out for a bit?” in an excited tone. Will smirked at this request and quickly flipped 'round to face Joyce. Without even having to ask, Joyce nodded, smiling. “Yes. You can go over to Mike’s for a bit, but don’t be back too late. I want you home for 10pm, alright? And no more 'just 5 more minutes’ games, alright? We have your grandma coming over tomorrow and you need to get a good night’s sleep, okay?” teased Joyce. Will nodded in obedience and returned back to the receiver. He picked up his handmade card for Mike, as well as a small plastic box which contained another handmade item - a woven green and brown friendship bracelet which he was so excited to give to his best friend. He grabbed his jacket and made his way up the slippery streets towards Mike Wheeler’s house, looking forward to seeing him. A few weeks after Christmas, when all the excitement had died down and the snow and ice had began to fade away, melting and evaporating into the soggy street’s pavements and the bittersweet feeling of knowing that school was starting back up again, Will got himself all wrapped up, wearing the scarf that Mike had gifted him and the small, blue bobble-hat that accompanied it as he made his way to the corner of the streets that met in the middle to meet Mike, Lucas and Dustin for their walk to school together. It was approximately 8:30am as Will approached the corner, his feet trudging a little through the remaining icebergs of snow. He smiled realising that he was the first one there again, like he always was. He stood alone for a few moments, breathing in the fresh morning air whilst snuggling his slightly chilly, stinging face into his fluffy scarf, relishing in the warmth it gave him and the slight hint of Mike’s smell embedded into the fibres. He suddenly heard voices and the turning of bike wheels. He looked up and saw his three friends cycling towards him through the mist. “Hey Will!” Shouted Dustin, skidding and stopping just before Will’s feet. “Buddy! I’ve not seen you in ages! Sorry I couldn’t come and visit you over the holidays! I had to go visit my family out of town. It sucked. They didn’t even have real Nilla wafers!” Dustin joked. Will laughed. “It’s okay Dustin. I’m glad to see you! And you Lucas!” Will said, as he began walking besides the boys bikes as they ambled up the street. “What about me Will? Aren’t you happy to see me? I see you’re wearing your new scarf and hat! I take it you like it then?” teased Mike with a small smirk etched on his cheeks. “Of course Mike! I love them! Thank you so much!” rejoiced Will. As the conversation went on and they made their way up the road, the chatter turned to bikes and more specifically, asked by Dustin, why Will wasn’t riding one. Will blushed, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Oh,-I-I didn’t get one this year…” Will answered nervously. Dustin frowned, “What? Even after all those hints you dropped? Even though you’ve literally wanted one forever?” Lucas shoved Dustin a little at this comment, giving off a discreet, but clear death stare. Mike noticed that Will felt embarrassed, and a little bit disappointed. At this, he began to feel guilty that all three of them were on new, shiny bikes that they had got for Christmas and poor Will was just walking beside them, looking tiny compared to them all. “I’m sure you’ll get one for your birthday Will!” reassured Lucas. Will smiled in agreement as they continued to wander up the chilly streets of Hawkins, next discussing Dustin’s unhealthy obsession with Nilla Wafers and how he could tell so well if they were real or not. The boys laughed as they all playfully teased at Dustin. A few days later, after sensing his friend’s low mood, Mike caught Will after school and asked him if he wanted to go for a ride around Hawkins before stopping off for some sweets from the corner store. Will smiled, but then a small frown began to furrow in his brows. “But, I don’t have a bike. How am I going to ride up there without a bike?” Will asked sadly. Mike grinned as he held out his hand, “You can ride on the back of my bike if you like?” Will laughed, “Yay! Are you sure?” Mike nodded happily. “Of course! It’ll be fun! I’ll be like your little chauffeur or something! What do you think? Master Mike will be your chauffeur today sir, please be careful when getting on and off the bike.” Will responded in fits of laughter, running over to his friend in joy. He grabbed his bobble-hat, gifted to him by Mike and placed it on his black curls. “What’s this for?” chuckled Mike. “It’s your chauffeurs hat Mike, don’t be silly.” laughed Will. Mike’s eyes creased as he laughed at his little friend’s imagination. Will always had an idea for everything, a story for every occasion, for every person. He admired his sense of humour and pure childlike mind. Will carefully clambered onto the back of Mike’s bike, wrapping his arms around Mike’s waist, feeling a sudden rush of butterflies as he did so. Mike beamed as he felt Will’s warm hands resting around his sides. It almost tickled him a little bit, but he didn’t dare laugh – he knew that Will, who had the exact same tickle spot was an expert in knowing how to tickle the hardest in that spot, since he’d had it done to himself so many times before and Mike was due for tickle revenge off Will anyway since last time Will was over at the Wheeler’s house Mike had tackled him to the floor for the 'dog’ monopoly piece and tickled his sides until he screamed, begging him to stop. Will won the fight however, Mike letting him use the 'dog’ piece as Will excellently argued that it reminded him of Chester. But he swore to get Mike back for the agonizing tickle when he least expected it. So Mike kept quiet, not wanting to alert Will of being tickled in fear of his revenge as he started pushing on the pedals and riding away, feeling Will’s tightening grip on his jacket as the bike sped up. As the boys rode along through the more rural areas of Hawkins, the few spits of rain falling down off tree branches and splashing into their faces, Mike began to feel a ticklish feeling on his back. For a moment he panicked a little. Will wasn’t getting his revenge now, was he? 'Oh god no,’ thought Mike. He let out a small acknowledging giggle, as his back started to squirm at this peculiar feeling. “Will! Will!” he struggled to speak through the inflicted laughter. “What are you doing?” “I’m drawing” Will responded casually. “Drawing? What do you mean? Drawing what?” Mike enquired. “You have to guess…” giggled Will teasingly. “What is this? Am I your art canvas now?” joked Mike. “Okay erm…a dog?” “Is it Chester by any chance?” wheezed Mike. “Noooo! Guess again.” replied Will, giggling at his friend’s inability to breathe properly from the tickling sensation it was giving to his back. “Okay…erm…a rhino?” answered Mike. “Do you give up?” teased Will. “Yes! Yes! You’re tickling me now! Please stop!” squirmed Mike playfully. “Okay, it was Rory.” “What? Rory as in my dinosaur I have at home?” asked Mike, shocked at the answer. “Yeah, why?” quizzed Will. Mike tittered, “Will, you know I think you’re like the best artist around. I have several of your drawings hung around my house, but I’m telling you, that did not feel like a dinosaur to me!” Will shook his head, playfully nudging Mike’s back as he did so. “What? You have no idea what you’re talking about! That was definitely a dinosaur! Your senses must be all messed up or something.” Mike chortled in reply, living for this time he spent with Will alone. He loved Lucas and Dustin, they were like brothers to him, but Will… Will was something special to him. He felt like Will was somehow more than a best friend to him. They had this special bond, everyone knew it. Lucas and Dustin had often commented on how they’d always end up getting side tracked whilst playing D&D over at Mike’s, because Will and Mike would somehow always end up bantering and messing around with each other to the point where eventually Dustin and Lucas would give up trying to get them back on track and join in with whatever they were doing. Tickling each other, playfully arguing or calling each other names or play-fighting. Dustin had often said on many occasions that playing any type of game with Mike and Will was like playing with an old married couple and Lucas had taken it a step further by jokingly referring to either one of them as the others 'husband’, or 'wife’ if they were feeling particularly cheeky and mischievous. This always sent them both blushing profusely, or having Mike whine, “Shut up.” to them as Will smirked, embarrassed. Mike definitely felt closest to Will out of his group of three friends and as much as he loved hanging out with all three of them, he cherished the little moments he got with Will. Like this one. After this one occasion, Will made riding on the back of Mike’s bike a more occurring and permanent thing. Every morning before school Will would walk up to the corner to meet his friends and jump on the back of Mike’s bike, gripping into his clothing and feeling the warmth of being next to his best friend. This, of course, gave Lucas and Dustin more of an excuse to call them a married couple and jocularly tease them about sharing their 'first means of transportation as a married couple’, which made Will blush more and more every time. He couldn’t lie, he too loved spending time with Mike. Riding on the back of his bike made him feel safe and all warm and tingly inside, if he was being honest with himself. He loved the smell of sweet apple scent that often wafted his way every now and again when the wind would pick up and waft some of Mike’s shampoo his way. He felt delight in the fuzzy feeling it gave him. A feeling of butterflies and warmth…a familiar warmth actually. A warmth he had felt around Mike quite a lot. He liked it. The wind blowing through his hair, the closeness he had with his best friend, the enjoyable ride on Mike’s bike and the nice feelings that came with it were all his favourite things. He cherished it. Until one Sunday afternoon where Mike called him over to his house to 'give him a present’, which made curious Will elated to go… When he arrived at the Wheeler’s, Mike was stood outside with a huge grin on his face. He looked like he was going to explode from excitement. “What is it, Mike?” questioned Will. Mike smiled teasingly at Will, looking into his deep blue eyes and saying, “Follow me, and you’ll find out…” Will looked puzzled, but trustfully tailed his friend into the garage. Mike turned to hit the lights, a buzz and an electric hum that filling the the air, before the rusty-smelling garage was illuminated by bright, clinical blue-tinged lighting. Will’s eyes adjusted and he scanned the room for what he was supposed to be looking at, when he spotted something which had an electric blue ribbon neatly tied to its outside. On closer examination, he realised it was Mike’s bike. He looked over at Mike, in hope for an explanation or some sort of answer. “It’s for you!” Mike said, cheerfully. Will’s face froze momentarily in shock. “What?! What do you mean?” “It’s yours Will, that’s what I mean. I don’t need it anymore, I got a new bike, I said my tires were too rusted on this one.” Explained Mike. Will looked up at Mike, looking him in the eyes in utter amazement, his mouth agape. “I don’t understand…I…” Mike cut him off. “Look Will, I know how badly you wanted that bike at Christmas and how disappointed you were - even though you tried not to show it - that you didn’t get it. I hated having a bike when you didn’t. Now I can teach you how to ride it and we can go on bike rides together now and stuff…I mean…if you want?” nervously stuttered Mike. For a moment, only silence passed between them. Will ran up to his friend as fast as his legs could carry him, throwing himself into Mike’s chest, squeezing him tightly and feeling that ever so familiar fuzzy feeling again as he did so. “I take it you like it then?” asked Mike. Will didn’t say anything, but his tightening grip on Mike made the answer abundantly clear. Will looked up at Mike for a moment, meeting his dark brown eyes. “M-Mike? Erm, would it be okay if I…erm…?” Before Will had a chance to finish off his sentence, Mike leaned down and kissed him. Will couldn’t believe what was happening. His heart began to soar and he quickly kissed back. The warmth and the growing intensity of the feeling of butterflies in his stomach made him smile immensely, sending the corner of his mouth peeking upwards. Mike felt it, and it only made his heart beat faster than it was in the moment before he kissed him. Mike stood back up, breaking away from Will as they both gazed into each other’s eyes, still in awe and disbelief at what had just happened. Mike blushed a little more and said, “Come on then. We’d best get started on those lessons! I can’t be your designated chauffeur forever, you’ve got to be mine sometimes too, you know!” Will gleamed, and walked out to the driveway with his newly acquired bike, Mike trailing beside him. After a few weeks of training from Mike, Will got to be as good as Mike, and they often had races together to the corner of the street in the morning before school, the winner always getting a kiss off the other. Mike would purposely take his time and let Will win, as he loved receiving the kisses, and he knew Will loved giving them. Just as from time to time Will would pretend his bike was in for a repair, just so he could ride on the back of Mike’s again and draw all over his back in his most ticklish areas. Mike knew his bike wasn’t in for a repair, he knew it was just something Will said so he could share a bike with Mike and he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it. Jokingly bickering with him over what exactly it was that Will was drawing on his back was what made Mike smile the most. Perhaps Dustin and Lucas were right after all. Perhaps they were an old, married couple…

#byeler headcanon #byeler fanfiction #byeler #mike x will #will x mike #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #st fandom #fanfiction #fic #headcanon #stranger things headcanons

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mellowbutdramatic · 7 years

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Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by: @coffee-and-kpop (Thank you so much by the way 😊)

Rules: answer the questions and then tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better:) Nickname(s): I have quite a few. Lyssa/Lyss, Goochie/Gooch, Pumpkin, Toad, Cindy, Milly, Melyss, Mel(s).  Gender: Female Star Sign: Gemini ♊️ Height: 5′8 Time right now: 4:18am (as I’m typing this). 5:47am (when I’m finally ready to post it).  Last thing I googled: how to reply to comment on tumblr (so they’re notified about it - I gave up before I found out though. Oh well).  Favorite band: BTS, Coleman Hell, The Script, ACDC, Supertramp, Imagine Dragons, Hedley, (+others).  Favorite solo artists: Adele, Ed Sheeran, Frank Sinatra, Jay Park, (+more that I can’t think of) Song stuck in my head: Currently Mangú by Becky G (which I’m pretty sure I’m not even getting right because I don’t know Spanish but the beat definitely is catchy). Last movie I watched: Fast & Furious 6 / Furious 6 (currently on right now too, I’ve been sleeping with it on for pretty much the past week).  Last tv show I watched: Well technically it was Criminal Minds however we own that on DVD, so the last TV show I watched was 2 Broke Girls.  When I created my blog: I can’t remember. Last year sometime??? What kind of stuff do you post: KPOP (mainly BTS), Zodiac, Aesthetic Photos, MoodBoards, +Other Fandom Stuff & Shows I like.  When did your blog reach its peak: Not there yet.  Do you have any other blogs: Yeah one, but I don’t really use it.  Do you get asks often: No, I’d like to though.  Why you chose your url: I liked the sound/look of it.  Following: A lot (2,144).  Posts: 6,213 Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.  Pokemon team: N/A.  Favorite colors: Forest/Dark Green, Dark Shades of Blue, Periwinkle Blue, Pastel Colours, Shades of Grey (not a reference to the movies/books), and Shades of Brown.  Average hours of sleep: Anywhere from 3-12.  Lucky numbers: I don’t know if I have one, my favourite number however is 14.  Favorite characters: All of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S characters (Oh especially Phoebe and Joey though. Ross does kind of piss me off sometimes), all of the Supernatural characters (Although Sam can get on my nerves, I’m still mad about him hating on Benny. I mean yes I get it your pissed at your brother for killing your friend from years ago, I was pissed at Dean for that, but c'mon hating on Benny won’t help), Reid from Criminal Minds, Pretty much any character Vin Diesel plays (him in The Pacifier was awesome).  What are you wearing right now: Pyjama shorts and a tank top (I’m supposed to be sleeping) How many blankets do you sleep with: 1 if its a comforter, 2 or 3 if they’re smaller blankets, 0-1 if it’s warm/hot.  Dream job: I’ve had many, currently though possibly something to do with working at a zoo, aquarium, or wildlife sanctuary.  Dream trip: I’d love to go to Scotland or Germany (+plus a bunch of other places), however as of right now I’d just like to get off the island I live on for a day or two, or even just out of this city.

I tag: @jeojahyungnim @philophobia999 @jimins-left-nipple @c-loudv @miniirae @hoshistarlight @mellie-etc @notchunochu @sweetdemonsoul @mey-ryuu @koreanpopsexual @kizzxxx08 @strawhat-loser @kingnamjoons @sugakookie @katachana @psygamare @gukiee @pumpkin-meat @auroradiamondis

#this got way too long #I need to stop #but I felt like I needed to explain my answers #also this is over two weeks late #oops #but at least I did it #also this is take two #because I accidentally clicked out of it right before I posted it #ugh #at least I had a pretty much finished version copied #tagged #March 18th 2017 #05/18/17 #5:47am #okay I just posted it #and the questions aren't all lined up and its bugging me #but I just don't have enough energy to care anymore

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thetorturegardens · 7 years

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How did you meet your best friends? You always have the most interesting stories about them.

aw, well they’re all very interesting people ♡ i’ll go in order of the timeline in which i met them.

andrea: my childhood friend(marrisa) & i were walking from my house to the high school for a football game(we were in 7th grade at the time). we weren’t really into sports at all, but everyone just kind of went to games to hangout. & in 7th grade mar & i were total scene queens. so, you know, we had the big, ratty hair. it was a little windy, & as we were walking, we noticed two girls across the street who also had teased hair. mar grabbed my hand & we bolted to the other side of the road so she could ask the girls if they had hairspray on them, because we certainly couldn’t risk looking a mess with flat hair. & one girl(andrea!) did! a cute, tiny can of aquanet! so she let mar use it, & then we ended up complimenting each other’s style & walking to the game together. we all got along really well, so i invited them all to stay the night at my house, & for the rest of that summer andrea & i were completely inseparable. she practically lived with me throughout 7th & 8th grade. now she lives two blocks away from me & even though i don’t get to see her as often as i’d like due to our work schedules never lining up, we are still the absolute best of friends!

arthur: six years ago i ran an art blog on here, maybe a few of you remember it? one day i got a message from some arthur rimbaud-obsessed kid that just said “wow, you have good taste in music, we should get married” & oddly enough, i almost did end up marrying him. we skyped all the time & talked on the phone daily, & he finally asked me out. i said yes, we eventually moved in together in a little town on the ocean, got engaged. although we eventually decided that we were better off as friends. arthur & i are still inseparable, all these many years later! i’m going to visit him & his new boyfriend in less than two weeks, actually! he’s my platonic soul mate & i’ll probably never be closer to another human being than i am to him. i love him so fucking much.

millie: a couple years ago i was antique shopping with my mother in some adorable little town, when all of a sudden this adorable girl with a bob cut & a wednesday addams dress walked in. i was super nervous to compliment her because at the time, i was dressed head to toe in leather & fringe, wearing heels that brought me over 6 feet tall, so i didn’t want to come across as anything other than genuinely nice. but! as she was checking out i told her she looked cute, & that was that. we didn’t exchange numbers, i didn’t think i’d really ever see her again, but i remember leaving the shop wondering what kind of music she listens to, for some reason. then, sometime last year, i was looking for new blogs to follow on tumblr, & i found hers, but i hadn’t yet realised that i’d met her in person before. as i was scrolling through her archive, i came across a photo of her where she was holding a stuffed bunny, the same bunny i have that i bought from a local shop! suddenly it clicked that she must be from wisconsin if we have the same stuffed animal. so i checked her “about me”, & sure enough! i messaged her asking if she was the girl i’d met at the antique shop & she told me she was! ever since then we’ve been hanging out as often as our schedules allow. i’m super grateful to know her, she’s one of the most badass people i’ve ever met, & with a heart of gold, too.

mason: i’ve already sort of talked about how we met. he started working with me & i was the one who was meant to train him, but i get really uncomfortable around men, so i kind of passed him off to this other girl i work with. upon meeting him, i honestly had no interest in befriending him. not because i didn’t like him! i thought he was cute & friendly instantly, but i make a point of not getting too close to coworkers. i don’t like anything interfering with my work ethic. but when we started working with each other more, it was very evident that we had the same, dead-pan, self-deprecating sense of humour & that he was the only person i could comfortably joke about my mental state with without having them worry about me, & vice versa. we have been friends for less than a year, but i cherish him so much already. we have gone on more adventures than i have with all of my family combined within the short amount of time i’ve known him. he’s one of my favourite people in the world, i really do love him.

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it-smyfault · 7 years

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Get to know me.

1. What is your full name? Millie Grace Clements.

2. What is your nickname? Mill.

3. What is your zodiac sign? Taurus.

4. What is your favorite book series? Don’t have one.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Due to the fact that their are trillions of undiscovered planets, that will likely remain undiscovered, there is bound to be at least one planet that sustains some kind of life. Ghosts however, I used to believe in as a kid as a result to the stories my mother would tell me, but now not so much.

6. Who is your favorite author? I don’t have one.

7. What is your favorite radio station? 101.9, 101.1, 100.3, 105.1 and 107.5 as of Victoria, Australia.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? I don’t understand this question.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, Lauren.

10. What is your current favorite song? I don’t have one.

11. What is your favorite word? Flabbergasted.

12. What was the last song you listened to? I don’t remember.

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Gilmore girls.

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Gilmore girls.

15. Do you play video games? Used to, but don’t time time to anymore.

16. What is your biggest fear? Losing those that are close to me.

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? Umm, ability to do self-analysis?

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? Just about everything else :’)

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Dogs.

20. What is your favorite season? Spring.

21. Are you in a relationship? Happily so.

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? My best friend and my dog.

23. Who is your best friend? Lauren.

24. What is your eye color? Green.

25. What is your hair color? Blonde.

26. Who is someone you love? Lauren.

27. Who is someone you trust? I trust my mother the most.

28. Who is someone you think about often? Lauren, of course!

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? Seeing Lauren in about 12 hours time.

30. What is your biggest obsession? Lauren and my animals.

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Pooh Bear.

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? None.

33. Are you superstitious? Nah.

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Escalators.

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Behind it.

36. What is your favorite hobby? Horse riding.

37. What was the last book you read? You Before Me.

38. What was the last movie you watched? Pretty Little Liars

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? Used to play guitar, have a beautiful 1962 hot rod, fender stratocaster but it doesn’t get any love anymore as I lost interest during my depression and now it collects dust. Which now that I think of it, I may have to sell if my money problems get worse..

40. What is your favorite animal? I love horses and dogs equally.

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? shitindiekid is my main.

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Ability to control the feelings of others.

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? Wrapped in Lauren’s little arms.

44. What makes you smile? Lauren’s laugh, ‘he he he *snort*’, adorable.

45. What sports do you play, if any? Dressage, but not competitively.

46. What is your favorite drink? Raspberry lemonaid.

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? A long time ago..

48. Are you afraid of heights? No.

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? Snobby people.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Yeah a handful.

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? I wish, but nah

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? Even as a little kid I had no idea, but I knew I wanted to work with animals.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? A happy one with Lauren and my animals

54. What is something you worry about? Money, Lauren

55. Are you scared of the dark? No

56. Do you like to sing? Not really, it makes me yawn (literally) and my eyes always water up for no reason. It’s irritating so I don’t sing often.

57. Have you ever skipped school? A few times, but rarely did I ever.

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? In Lauren’s arms, as said before.

59. Where would you like to live? On at least 10 acres but in a nice big, pretty house somewhat near the city.

60. Do you have any pets? Yes, a dog named Ruby and a horse named Jack.

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Neither

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunsets, not as tired then.

63. Do you know how to drive? Yeah.

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Depends on the situation.

65. Have you ever had braces? Nah, dentist wouldn’t let me have them.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? Changes with my mood.

67. Who is your hero? My mum.

68. Do you read comic books? Nah.

69. What makes you the most angry? Betrayal.

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? Depends on the lighting in the outside world.

71. What is your favorite subject in school? Psychology and English.

72. Do you have any siblings? A half brother, two step sisters, and one adopted sister.

73. What was the last thing you bought? Medication for my dog.

74. How tall are you? 5 “7

75. Can you cook? Sorta.

76. What are three things that you love? Ruby, Jack and Lauren.

77. What are three things that you hate? Losing money, disrespect, lack of loyalty.

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? More female friends.

79. What is your sexual orientation? laurensexual

80. Where do you currently live? Between my mum’s, dad’s and girlfriend’s house. It’s getting a little stressful, but I deal.

81. Who was the last person you texted? Lauren.

82. When was the last time you cried? Like 5 minutes ago :’) I cry a lot

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? I dunno

84. Do you like to take selfies? Hate it

85. What is your favorite app? Calculator, always there for me when I need to work out simple maths that I should already know so people don’t think I’m stupid.

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Good

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? New Zealand maybe I dunno

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? Don’t know, I’m not much of a travel bug so don’t think about that stuff much.

89. What is your favorite number? 7

90. Can you juggle? Used to, not sure if I still can.

91. Are you religious? I’m atheist

92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Probably ocean, it’s so wild how we live on the same planet as thousands of deep sea critters that we are yet to discover.. who knows, maybe mermaids are real?

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? No, but it really upsets me that people call me ‘conservative’, because I’m not traditional or a believer in traditional values as such and I feel people use that word for me in a degrading way without really knowing the actual meaning. I am not entirely inflexible, and lacking in rebellion but I don’t like to make decisions that will affect me negatively in the long term. I am willing to do ‘scary’ things, I just don’t have the desire to do so and therefore will not waste energy doing these things.

94. Are you allergic to anything? Local anesthetic gives me pretty bruising but that’s all I think.

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yeah.

96. Can you wiggle your ears? Yeah.

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? Rarely, I don’t usually say stuff without fully believing in my own words.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Forest.

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Don’t give up on something you once loved just because you’re going through a tough time, you’ll regret it later.

100. Are you a good liar? I can be, usually not so much though.

101. What is your Hogwarts House? I have no idea what this means.

102. Do you talk to yourself? Yeah, I always talk to myself in the car or when out doing paddock maintenance. Or rather I talk to people in my mind, such as Lauren or mum or mark or josh, and I say what I really wish I was able to say to them in response to certain situations.

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? Yes.

105. Do you believe in second chances? Depends.

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Send it to the address provided on the I.D.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Over long periods of time, yes.

108. Are you ticklish? Yes.

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Plenty of times.

110. Do you have any piercings? None.

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? I dunno.

112. Do you have any tattoos? Nah

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Saying yes to being Lauren’s girlfriend.

114. Do you believe in karma? I wish.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I’m supposed to.

116. Do you want children? Not really

117. Who is the smartest person you know? My mother

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I don’t wish to say

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yeah, as a kid

120. What color are most of you clothes? Black

121. Do you like adventures? I can do

122. Have you ever been on TV? I don’t think so, I’ve been in the newspaper a few times tho

123. How old are you? 18

124. What is your favorite quote? “never take life too seriously, because everyone ends up dead anyway.”

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? sweet.

#mine #personal

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