AREN'T WE ALL SINNERS?

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇? independent and selective MULTIMUSE, featuring muses from dead by daylight, stephen king's IT, stranger things, marvel, dispatch & various other media. heavily headcanons influenced & adapted to various different verses. embracing the horror / dead dove do not eat. mature themes present. ( . . . ) haunted by your local cryptid winter. ( 30+. they/them. )

eternally intertwined with: @prettytm / @voicestm writting stories with: @withinfates ; @deadlykitefight / @zoomingupthathill ; @blumhouses ; @storiesofthenight ; @mxrvelouscreations / @illbringthechaosmagic ; @taleswritten / @pittmngr

an exploration in . . . was i raised without love ? or was i born unlovable ? the natural instincts to fight. becoming the skeleton in your own closet. finding comfort in the coppery scent of blood lingering on the skin. clawing your chest wide open to find it empty. broken faith. cannibalism as metaphor.   being your own god and martyr. how do you thaw a heart of frost. perfectly ruined hearts. violence as your birthright. the lost art of deceiving. losing yourself in your own facade. doomed by the narrative.

He was there and yet he wasn't. He was alive and yet he wasn't. Stuck somewhere in the middle of life and death. When truth to be told he should had been gone, the scars all over his upper body a reminder of such thing, and yet, the fucker had decided to keep him alive, or at least something close to that. With the passing of time he was feeling more and more like he was losing his mind, days blending together to the point Eddie wasn't even sure for how long he had been there.

What he hadn't expected it was to stumble into her, albeit he had been certain it was just another hallucination due to the fast decline of his sanity. Reason why he had been caution when approaching, making sure to make no noise, hard thing to do in a damn forest. However as he watched her tumble on the ground, and the familiar voice invaded his mind, he started to believe that maybe, just maybe she truly was there.

" Max? " Disbelief laced in his tone, voice rough for the lack of usage for the past god knew how many days or months. " How are you here? " A hand reached out to help her up. Dark chocolate hues trained on her, studying her, observing, as if he was waiting for the shoe to drop and everything around him disappearing, again. " What happened to you? "

Is that legal? He just murdered a whole family and yet, this kid was more concerned about such technicalities. Still, he didn't fight the urge to roll his eyes, not when his expression was hidden behind the ghostly mask. A hum muffled by the screaming maw was the only acknowledgment to the question that he offered.

A long pause followed the suggestion, well, that was on him for telling the child that he could choose a name, wasn't it? " I have a better idea. How about you don't call me any name? "

Things had been hard for every single one of them, in a way or the other they were all dealing with their own issues and the wide spread horrors that had dictated their lives for one too many years. Part of him couldn't even remember a time where all they could do was hang out without the shadow of the next monster, under Vecna's control, trying to get them looming over their heads.

However while important, all of those things always took a backseat in his list of concern, because on top of the list there was, and would always be, one person, Max. And spending time with her or checking up on her had become like second nature for him. Reason why he was there, and while he hadn't meant to scare her, something akin to a grin still crossed his features at her reaction. " C'mon, I'm not that scary. " A playful teasing before he came to sit next to her.

A beat of silence then before he gently nudged her his shoulder before staying like that, with their shoulders press against one another. " I didn't mean to scare you, sorry. " And he meant that, of course he did. Lucas knew better than taking her by surprise when even him himself was on the edge most of the times. A breath heaved before chocolate hues settled on her. " How are you holding up? "

A deep ache mixed with exhaustion had made home in her bones, and yet, despite that, her mind felt light for the first moment in such long and long time. They weren't out of the woods, not yet, but things were getting there, and for once Nancy could allow herself to be grateful instead of already thinking about their next move or plan. Rebuilding. That could take a backseat for a bit.

Head turning at the familiar voice, curls falling over her face as baby blue hues locked with the other, something akin to relief rushing through her frame and Nancy found herself moving towards her. Arms wrapping around the other's frame. " You are okay. " A hug that lasted a beat longer before she let go. " I said I was coming back all in one piece, didn't I? " The smile offered reassuring in nature, despite the way Nancy was ready to die out there in the Abyss, not without a fight, though.

@pittmngr left a voice note ;; the sender wraps their arms around the receiver's shoulders/arms from behind, no words spoken. they simply wanted a peaceful moment with the other.

It seemed it has been happening more and more often lately, either one of them finding the other out there, on the familiar rooftops, the dark night sky slowly giving space to the pale morning light as Pittsburgh slowly started to wake. The silence hanging heavy over Jack's head, he never truly managed to learn how to deal with it, the constant noises and, at times, chaos of the ED always bringing forth a certain kind of comforting feeling, perhaps because it made it easy to drown out his thoughts.

Something that couldn't be said in that moment.

He was learning against the railing, eyes fixed ahead of himself but unfocused, his mind somewhere else entirely, when sound of footsteps caught his attention, there was no need for Jack to look over his shoulder or for the other speak, because he knew, of course he knew it was Robby, and not just because they were the only ones to come up there after a shift instead of dragging their tired bodies at home.

Words heavy on his tongue and yet, he didn't speak, not yet, the feeling of familiar arms wrapping around him from behind forcing Jack to swallow them back as he allowed himself to lean back against Robby, letting the other's presence engulf him into a sense of stillness; tranquility even. One of jack's hand slipping out of his pocket, reaching for Robby's arm, rough fingers wrapping around his writing, a gentle squeeze before thumb stroked over the pulse point, almost as seeking the steady thump of his heart.

Head ever so slightly tilted, amusement far too obvious behind dark hues. It was endearing how easily Ghost seemed to get under the other's skin and get him to agree to every words he said, no matter how the request could be as filthy as the one he had made. " Per'aps next time. " Despite the non-committal tone, his words held something akin of a promise, after all he was a man of his word.

A brow raised despite the gesture hidden behind the skull balaclava. " Looks like someone's feelin' pretty pleased with 'emself about that. " He turned the other around with ease then, fingers coming to grab his chin, lifting his head. " Mebbe I should just go, leavin' ya 'ere on yer own, mh? "

Lucas knew better than arguing, really, that would have been pointless, especially considering he knew just how much Max had been struggling, she still was, without even taking in consideration how stubborn she could be ( something he had always found quite endearing ). Part of him understood where she was coming from; a place of grief, shame and hurt. While extremely different, he had been there, when he lost her. The blaming himself for not having done more; the self-loathing making home deep in his core, and it took Lucas so long to ever accept that in that situation there wasn't much more he could have done. From time to time he still felt like that, however that wasn't the point; the point was that no matter how much she might try to push him away, Lucas wasn't going anywhere.

" I am looking. " And he was because despite everything she was still the very same Max that skated her way into his life and never left afterward. " And you are still the same endearing stubborn ass I know. " Despite the serious conversation, he couldn't help his words, or the hint of fond teasing in his tone, perhaps his own way to try and get her to smile. " We wouldn't be having this conversation if you weren't. " Lucas leaned into her touch, the corner of his mouth ever so slightly curved, his fingers curling around the hand of her that was still in his, thumb stroking over pale and freckled skin.

Lucas had always been a very tactile kind of person both with his friends and with her. However since she woke up it was almost as he had doubled down on it. The very last thing he heard her say before her heart stopped was that she couldn't feel or see anything, the memory seared in his mind ever since. And now that he had her back? he wasn't going to risk anything. He wanted, no, he needed her to be able to feel him and his touch, hopefully comforting, and make sure she knew he was there.

A breath heaved. " That's the thing, you are not asking me that, and I'm here, aren't I? " One of his hand moved, catching a stray strand of fiery hair, tucking it behind her hear before he cupped her cheek, stroking it. " And I'm not going anywhere. " The ever so slightest shake of his head. " I'm going to protect the both of us if something, anything, was to happen. " Lucas needed her to understand, because she was his heart, and without her he couldn't live. And he was ready to fight for it. " We are going to make it out of this nightmare. Together. " He found himself turning his head just a bit, enough to be able to press a kiss against her fingertips.

" We still have a date to go, don't we? And I'm not letting a shriveled raisin take that away. "