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[scribedhorror]

@mrflayed || X

No matter where they were, or how far apart they might be, Bill would always be hyper aware of Tom. The room was full of people as it often was, each discussing their own topics in smaller groups with drinks in hand. Laughter and music surrounded them, yet all the writer could feel was the discomfort pouring off of his husband. Even if they weren't next to each other, he would have felt the shift in the taller man's mood without even needing to look at him.

While Tom was normally the more naturally inclined to large crowds between the two of them, the author had noticed that more often than not when they went out to these things, his husband was not nearly as engaged lately.

Bill would just have to change that.

Seeing the light return to soft brown made his own grin appear, drink abandoned on a nearby table as fingers laced with his lover's.

"They won't even miss us," he assured, pulling Tom from the crowd, out towards a secluded garden gazebo that Bill had spotted while he had been grabbing them drinks earlier in the evening.

"I felt like I couldn't breathe in there..."

#mrflayed #v: [ you don't like my endings? ] #; queue [ if it isn't dead you'll all come back ]

[rebelliousfamily]

@mrflayed gets werewolf robin

Robin hadn't told Heather about being a wolf. But, somehow the wolf side of her had made her way to Heather's house during a full moon and butted her way into the house. She had headed straight for the kitchen and sat at the fridge. The speckles on her muzzle were like freckles, and her eyes the same blue as Robin's as she lifted her head back and howled.

#mrflayed

[thefirstcfthem]

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Martin *i've lost everything my lab my children and now i'm dressed as a hick and n losing my mind..* squirts ketchup at the wall

“. . . Am I supposed to feel bad for you? Is that what you want?”

#// Peter watching like :| #ic. #mrflayed

[getitdcne]

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Seldom did Lara pay the security of her home much mind. She had long adapted to living mostly alone and, if she locked the door when she left in the morning, why would she bother concerning herself?

Regardless, she felt an unfamiliar anxious tug as she ventured to unlock the front door and the sensation was strong enough to give her pause. Something just didn't feel right.

Determined to maintain her façade of badass independence, she turned the key and pushed the door open in one fluid movement, crossing the threshold with a tentative step.

And there he was...

The keys slipped from her hand in shock as she gazed at the too familiar face, numbly nodding and, after a pause to consider his request -  order? - she entered and closed the door behind her, never taking her dark eyes off Brenner. She had lost count of the number of dreams that she had endured since learning of the man's death and many had begun in a similar fashion, with him appearing in her house or on her doorstep. She would be left to wake up, feeling empty and with a dull throb in her chest.

Dumping her bag, Lara closed the gap between them and won the battle against her urge to reach out and touch him.

"I know you aren't actually here." She studied his features, barely older and marred with a scar, and that ache was already beginning to form. "You can't be."

#mrflayed #i: martin brenner #v: to make my mark {Hawkins}

[childrenofthelab]

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The benefit to the lab being as closed off as it is, is that it makes it that bit more difficult for outside illnesses to get in. That being said, when they do, it's not uncommon for the children to be hit the worst, their immune systems unaccustomed with dealing with the viruses. And 010 has always been that little bit more susceptible, ever since he'd been a premature baby. If there was some sort of bug going around, 010 was likely to catch it.

He's pale this morning, or paler than usual, forehead clammy to the touch, with dark circles under his eyes, and there's a faint hint of a wheeze to his breath. He presses into the touch a little, seeking the coolness.

"My...my chest, Papa...and my head..."

@mrflayed

#mrflayed #c: 010 #v: the rainbow room

[hvbris]

@mrflayed​ sent: 

Tom made his one phone call to get out of jail. And he used it to call April.

"April, it's you're boss, Tom Holloway...Hey..I need a big favor...It involves you getting some money from my office floorboards and um...Bailing me out of jail..."

It was late, almost midnight, and April had already fallen asleep when the phone rung. Reaching for the telephone in the darkness, she picked it up, still half asleep. “Yes, hello?”

“What?” Blinking in her bed, Tom Holloway’s words seemed to wake her up abruptly. “What do you mean, JAIL?” Her voice had gotten quite high pitched, and she had to lower it instantly, so to not awaken her step-mom. “How did you even end up in jail???” she whispered.

A sigh. “Alright, alright. I’ll get dressed and go to the office. The floorboards where? Under the desk? It’s a big office, Mr. Holloway.”

#fdsjhfjkhqsdjkfsd #&(Tom Holloway) #April (daddy's girl learned fast) #answered #(queue) #mrflayed

[finsterhxgel]

@mrflayed​ ♥’ed / Karen for Tom

                               “Tom Holloway, what a nice surprise”, a small smile flickered over her face as Karen stepped out of the grocery store and right in front of the journalist. “A lovely day, isn’t it? I do not want to keep you long, but...”, - she knew that intervening was the last thing she should be doing, and yet Karen simply could not help herself, “Tell me, do you take interns at the Hawkins Post? Like summer jobs?”

#mrflayed #x something was creeping and creeping and waiting to be seen x Karen Wheeler #x an echo on the wind is sometimes too hard to hear x Stranger Things Season 1 #I hope this is all right!

[entitytcken-a]

@mrflayed​ asked: ☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity 💙

Impromptu Positivity Ask || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

{🍎} Honestly wasn’t expecting this, and I kept this in my box for a bit in case I needed it; but I appreciate it so much lovely! <3

#☓ Out of the Fog {OOC} #🍎An Apple a Day {Mun} #☓ The Fog Answers {Answered} #mrflayed

[munsontm]

Was intimidated, thought you were way too cool for meee, now i'm just glad you is a cinnamonroll who is still too cool!!!

what was your first impression of me VS your current impression of me - ACCEPTING. @mrflayed

i am but a humble freak of the quill at your service. :3c

#ooc. ( dumb handsome bitches are my aesthetic. ) #mrflayed

[scribedhorror]

@mrflayed​ || X

“You--- What?” Somehow Bill was even more confused than he had been initially. Pennywise was gone. IT was long gone and who the hell would IT end up in Hawkins of all places? As far as he knew that despite the entity’s power, leaving Derry was not a thing that IT could --- or would --- do. But there must be a reason for Tom to think that in the first place.

“Why?”

#mrflayed #v: [ you don't like my endings? ]

[rebelliousfamily]

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Heather loved the little trips that she took with her family. Even if people would often have their own things to say about her dad, he had been nothing but kind to her. He had always been a good dad, and she never felt like she was unwanted.

Normally their hikes were quite relaxing, and she loved them. It reminded her of her childhood and she was always so happy to just soak in the fresh air, and sometimes the sun if it was out. 

And now it was tarnished by the hand. That probably belonged to someone. She’d already heard about so many things about Hawkins. That it was cursed. And she hadn’t believed it for so long. But, now it was hard to believe anything else. 

“I can’t leave you out here if there’s a murderer. Can’t you come with me?” She looked up to her father, eyes wide. She didn’t want him to die. But, she also didn’t want there to be a potential murderer waiting for them to separate and cause her to be attacked. 

#mrflayed #no dunking (heather holloway)

[thefirstcfthem]

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Trust me Brenner is the most surprised here I didn't see that coming

Peter raises an eyebrow before looking away. “Well, good for you, I suppose. Have fun or whatever. . . I don’t wish to hear anything about it.”

#// Peter feels so bad for the woman Brenner is dating because he's only capable of seeing Brenner in a bad light IYEWRIUEW #// but ah. just wait until Brenner finds out Peter is gay and has a boyfriend lol #ic #mrflayed

[infernalrampage]

“Happy birthday my love.” Tom places breakfast on a tray in bed for her. “ I made you heart waffles and bacon. And coffee just as you like it.”

beverly is touched really and it shows on her face giving him a smile and looking down at the delicious food he prepared and she takes a sip of coffee setting it down and sliding her body closer to him. her lips finding his cheek and then temple smiling into his skin. " thank you, it looks so good.. i love you. " she hums and pulls away to begin eating knowing the spoiling was not going to be stopping here and for once she is okay with that.

#mrflayed #dynamic: beverly & tom

[childrenofthelab]

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At first Ten hadn't realised what was happening, had been busying himself in his room and tidying it up a little before breakfast. But then something hadn't felt right, something had been wrong, and he'd crept slowly towards the odd noises he'd heard from the kitchen. When he'd seen what was going, he'd rushed forward, and he'd pushed. Though moving things with his mind had never been his particular strong suit, in that moment all of the bad men had been flung across the room, crashing into walls and pieces of furniture, and the boy had been stood in front of his Papa, blood trickling from his nose.

Papa is on the floor, and Ten is both scared and also very angry.

As the men clamber to their feet, they're all watching him warily, all now aware of the implications of who and what he is. He's dangerous. It shows in all their eyes. Fists clenched, he glares them down, and then, to their surprise, he closes his eyes. They dart about behind his lids, the lights overhead flickering a little, and before they can even take a step, all the men find themselves unwillingly walking towards and out the front door and keep going, the door swinging shut behind them. Only once they're all gone and far away does Ten's control falter, and he grips onto the counter for support, dizziness threatening to overwhelm him. It's more than he's ever done before, more than he's ever shown himself capable of.

#mrflayed #c: 010 #v: papa's boy

[hvbris]

@mrflayed​ sent: 🌺 - Heather tucking flower behind Aprils ear from: send🌺for sender’s muse to tuck a flower behind reciever’s muse’s ear.

April hadn’t expected Heather to do something quite so... romantic? The gesture seemed to shut her up instantly, quite the rare feat with her. 

As Heather approached softly, tucking the wild flower behind her ear, April felt her cheeks flush, her heart beat faster in her chest. From so close, she could smell Heather’s perfume (something very girly and sugary), she could see the little smudge of eyeliner on her cheek, the details on the barrette she had stuck in her hair. 

“Well, erhm, thanks,” she stuttered.

#cuties!!!!! #&(Heather) #April (daddy's girl learned fast) #(queue) #answered #mrflayed

[getitdcne]

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It was rare that the doctor's careful composure showed any sign of slipping. He always held himself together, seemingly with so little effort but Lara was occasionally privileged to see a hint of his vulnerability. There, perched at the window and awake so late, his lanky frame could have been mistaken as frail in the dim light.

She didn't know all that tormented him in his moments of solitude - she was sure she never would, but that didn't stop her from wanting to hold him together. However she could.

Joining him at the window, she brushed her fingers through his barely dishevelled hair and fixed him with a small, reassuring smile.

"I know you believe otherwise, but you don't have to carry the load on your own Martin. You can talk to me."

#mrflayed #i: martin brenner #v: to make my mark {Hawkins}