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HE CAME HOME ON THE SECOND MULTI ON A SPOTLIGHT SCOUT, IT WAS MEANT TO BE 🥺😭💖💖💖

#fluff speaks !!! #THIS VAMPIRE SWEETHEART IS MINEEEEEEEEEEEEE #I will Always and Forever feel so insane about this alt he looks SO GOOD #imagine he took inspiration from Eusine when including a cape in his costume /insane /cryingn #to poetically match him Eusine’s future alt outfit should include a scarf /MANIFESTING /DELUSIONAL #he’s been EX-ed already hehe #meta game is temporary sexy gorgeous vampire Morty is forever #gym leader morty #morty pokemon #pokemon masters #pokemon masters ex #pmex

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Obedient Chapter 7

roman roy x fem! reader

Summary: Roman begs y/n to go to a retreat with him.

Warnings: Logan Roy, implied ED, Kendall being a dead beat father

Word Count : 4.8K

Notes: This by far was my favorite chapter to write so far into the series

Chapter 7: French bread

You had got Roman’s order, getting him some breakfast too as you walked into the building. You walked through see Kendall turning the corner. You waved at him despite all the things in your hand. You had worn one of your new outfits today and Kendall took immediate notice to it. “Uh- wow, look at you.” He laughed. You twirled around to show off the details of the new outfit you pulled together. “No more $40 white button up.” He was energetic for the morning. But Kendall was always up early. He went to the gym at 6 am and then got his own green smoothies before work. Roman took notice of this and tried to start working out but gave up after a couple of months. He only kept his trainer for a couple of months because he was nice to look at, but he didn’t even work out most of their sessions.

“No more $15 white button up.” You corrected him, putting an emphasis on the price. Kendall didn’t even know you could buy something for $15. His smoothie was just $1.49 short of how much your shirt costed. And he only got one add on put into it.

You heard a loud repeated banging, seeing Roman trying to get your attention. He put his hands up and shook his head at you essentially asking you ‘what the fuck?’. You said your goodbyes to Kendall before rushing into Roman’s office. “Heeeeeey boss. I got you a little something.” You sang as you waved the breakfast sandwich that was wrapped up in white paper and a bag in his face.  He looked up as if you were an absolute nutcase. You set it down, with his coffee before waiting for a smart ass comment. Or at least a compliment.

He looked up at you after a brief moment of not looking at you. “What the fuck are you standing there for? Are you breaking the news about my parents’ divorce or something?” He questioned you. You would be madder, but it was too creative. You just went quiet before sitting down in your usual spot. You looked over at his desk, looking at what he was looking at. He barely even had anything open on his computer. It was just that opening page of when you opened up Chrome.

“You okay? Are you sad I didn’t text you all day yesterday?” You began questioning him. He shook his head no before opening the bag and undoing the wrapping of his sandwich. He checked what was in it before deciding if it was good enough to put into his body. You think this was the first time he actually ate in front of you. Not a snack, but an actual meal. He usually just had small snack that he had maybe once or twice a day. But never an actual meal. Even at the restaurant. He ordered food, just didn’t eat it. You never really thought about it though.

“I know I tell you to shut up all the time, but it’s kind of unsettling so can you please talk?” You begged. You didn’t enjoy the quietness. It wasn’t like Roman. It felt wrong.

In reality, Roman wasn’t mad, he just felt unseen. His insecurities got the best of him and watching you practically glow around Kendall rather than your usual routine with him. He felt unseen; pushed aside for his better older brother.

“Alright, so uh-fucking what did my emails say?” He turned around to face you, eating the sandwich you had gotten him

“Weeeeell, your dad is trying to close the Pierce deal.” You began. Roman groaned, putting his face in his hands, laying back. It’s not that he didn’t agree with the deal, but he had no way of even getting to them. They didn’t like him, and he didn’t seem to enjoy them entirely either. His siblings have been working the deal a lot better than them. Kendall was a lot more charismatic and Shiv, who had just started, was already ahead of them based off of Nan. One of his hands dropped as the other dragging up his face, trying to think of what to do. It’s a deal Logan has been trying to do for a while now. Logan has been in touch with their network CEO, Rhea. They had taken a liking to one another. And by liking, they were having an affair. And Rhea had been working over timing because of it to get Logan to get a chance to set up a meeting to discussion the terms and what would it take to sell. And Rhea finally established a meeting with the two families to meet.

“Well-uh-fuck what does- what’s the next step? What else did it say?” Roman asked. You just read it over and he saw just the simple writing of ‘Pierce deal tomorrow. Don’t fuck it up.’

You didn’t know how to tell him. You just looked up at Roman, not sure how to phrase it.

“Uh- just he said don’t fuck it up.” You ripped the band aid. It barely seemed to affect Roman. He was trying to prove to his dad he was ready for the CEO position. He had been going on useless fucking trips for his management training, which he had just finished about a week before you had gotten hired. But now Shiv worked here. Or at least she thinks she does. She acted like it. After a trip out in one of their summer homes, Logan offered the position to not just Roman but Shiv too. All just a ploy to make Shiv quit her job in politics and join Logan as a new pawn to play whenever things got too tough for Kendall or Roman to play mind game with their male investors.

“That’s it? What the fuck is the Pierce deal tomorrow? What the fuck is he even-?” He asked frustrated about the lack of details. He never knew what was ever really happening. He went through his phone to see what was happening tomorrow and you did too. You just texted Jess about it. Apparently, there was a family trip that was going to happen at one of Nans houses. Everyone in the family would be there apparently to make them look stable. Even Connor and his paid girlfriend.

“Uh Rome, so tomorrow you and your family are going to Nan’s tomorrow for some kind of retreat.” You filled him in. Roman seemed displeased. He finally remembered about it, but wasn’t sure if it was even going to do a single fucking thing for him.

“Uh-fuck- fine okay. Can you come with me?” He asked you. You didn’t know how to respond, just staring at him as his eyes pleaded with you. They looked like they belong to a sad little puppy. They seemed so desperate. As if he really needed you with him. He couldn’t believe he could do this retreat without you there with him. “Come on- fucking-uh please.” He tried to get the word out as best as possible.

“Alright Rome, I’ll come with tomorrow. Don’t worry.” You offered a gentle smile. You checked for the time that it was going to happen, seeing you both had to be with the family by 10 am tomorrow to come to Nan’s together as if you were truly this happy stable normal family, despite it being further from the truth. But after Kendall’s last couple of stunts for the last couple of months, Logan was really trying to push media coverage on the entire family, posing photoshoots and ‘therapy’ for the only bases being on some magazine.

“Fuck! That means Connors gonna be in the city tonight.” Roman found another thing to be upset about. Roman mainly punched down at Connor because if Roman wasn’t the punching bag, then Connor was. Cause no matter how desperate and sad Roman was, Connor was the forgotten and less involved sibling. Nothing he did for Logan, or the others mattered. He had no say in anything based off of the fact he wasn’t involved. But because of the pushing and shoving the family did to Connors ego, he decided to run for president. Yup. From lonely farmer in wherever fucking state that did nothing all day to president of the United States. Despite not ever having a job his entire life; now he wanted the most important job in the country.

“I met Connor the night of the party by the way, why didn’t you tell me you had another brother?” You asked.

“I don’t. He’s adopted.” Roman lied, but you gave him an annoyed look before he gave you the right answer. “Fuck-fine- he’s my half-brother. His mom went fucking crazy, and dad sent him away to school. Even so, I didn’t grow up with him. I was still shitty my pants by the time he was in college.” Roman admitted. You appreciated the honesty from Roman. You decided to not make him too uncomfortable, editing your notes down. You just decided to keep things that were more important to give him a light enough day before you went into your day with him.

You made plans to meet with Roman by 9 am at his apartment to get ready for the trip. He said he really needed to support. Which was huge for Roman to say since he never willing telling people that kind of stuff.

That evening you spent the entire night trying to set up for the trip. You had to. You were going to be around Logan for most of the day. Along with other high status people. Luckily, you’d have Jess and Roman and Kendall there to calm your nerves. You just planned on staying with Jess for most of it. But something told you Roman was going to need you a lot. You got up early enough in the morning to get ready and pick something nice, but casual enough. This was a chance to really show off. You picked a vintage Chanel dress that you had bought at a vintage boutique in Soho 2 days ago with Jess. You accessorized before checking the time. Fuck. You grabbed what you thought you’d need. Your purse that had spare makeup, a hairbrush, your work iPad, a charger and a portable battery, a spare toothbrush, perfume, your wallet and keys and snack bars in case you or anyone got hungry. You were constantly ready for disaster now that you work with the Roy’s. You packed to make sure you were not forgot anything essential. Your rushed out and tried to make it to Roman’s as soon as possible, but you were gonna be a bit later than 9 like you promised him. You sent him a text to let him know.

You knocked on his door before letting yourself in. He had unlocked it for you. You got him coffee to make up for being late and croissant.

“Hey Rome, you here?” you shouted. You heard him call up from upstairs as you tried to follow his voice. He had already gotten dressed and ready but needed help deciding on sun glasses. They both honestly looked the same to you. You just picked whatever before reminding him of his breakfast.

“Well fucking look at you- “He laughed. You weren’t sure if he was mocking or complimenting you. You looked down at your outfit and up at him worried.

“Is it too much?” You were now anxious. You didn’t want to be over dressed, but you wanted to leave a good impression. Roman didn’t care how ‘much’ it seemed. He liked it but was never able to give a compliment that didn’t also sound like an insult or mocking or sexual misconduct.

“I mean- you look hot.” He shrugged, taking a bite of his croissant. You smacked his arm, him retreating away from you. “Hey! You were asking for it!” He protested.

“Screw you, fucking idiot.” You rolled your eyes. He mocked, putting his hand up and mimicked your voice as his hand closed together.

“Come on. Don’t be so uptight now.” He sat on the edge of his bed, pulling black shoes on. “I mean, you, me, in my bedroom. We have less than half an hour if you wanna bang one out.” He suggested. You chose to ignore his advances to you. But in honest, you would pounce on him immediately if you could. The idea of your bodies on top of one another before having to act professional in a car full of people with the knowledge of what you did earlier was so appealing to you. It felt wrong, but it was just a fantasy anyways. You and Roman were never going to go there.

“Does this still count as work place harassment?” You asked before getting a text from Jess telling you that you had 5 minutes till the car was pulling up to pick you and Roman up. Shiv and Tom were first before picking up Logan, Connor then Roman. There was going to be a morning debrief before going to Nans. Rhea would be joining too. You pulled Roman off his bed, telling him you both had to go. “Come on, we have half an hour.” Roman whined before you showed him the time. You apparently didn’t. You left with him beside you as the car had just pulled up. Roman got in first before you followed. Kendall sat with Shiv and Tom up front with Jess behind him. You sat with Jess and Roman had to sit beside you. Connor decided to just go to Logans early enough, not wanting to cause any inconveniences.

“Hey fuckers, so what’s the move on with this fucking deal?” Roman made his entrance in the car before sitting. “You both brought your assistance? You both are really not capable of doing anything at all?” Shiv judged Roman. You just sat quietly, sipping your drink. You knew it wasn’t a jab at you whatsoever. Jess knew not to. It was more of a tactic to make her brothers feel insecure.

“Just admit you want one and fucking get one.” Roman fired back. “If I didn’t then I wouldn’t of gotten a fucking baguette…” “croissant” you corrected him. “Whatever, some fucking French bread and coffee. Maybe if you did, you’d be less of a fucking bitch.” Roman teased. It caught you off guard definitely. You looked over at Jess, she seemed unfazed by it. Shiv scrunched her face up and rushed her body quickly towards Roman to make him flinch. His hands came up quickly to protect his body before relaxing. “Ha-ha. Fucking good one.” Roman said sarcastically.

The ride was short, like most of their rides throughout the city. Logans house was only a few blocks away from Romans. You stayed behind with Jess as the siblings went ahead of you.

“What was that about?” You asked Jess. “He just called her a bitch?” Jess shrugged it off. “Romans said worse.” Jess was right. That’s why everyone had such low expectations of him.

You both went in about your mornings as Jess had to run to make calls with certain people and do Kendall’s errand before having to break the news to Rava that Kendall wasn’t picking his kids up today. Rava was livid to say the very least, calling Kendall immediately after. Today was Kendall’s day with the kids and he decided to talk Rava into letting him to take another day with them. This was the fourth time in a row.

You walked into the apartment being welcomed by a slender tanned older woman. “Hello ma chérie.” She greeted Jess, giving her a hug. Jess had gotten to know Marcia for a while now. Marcia was truly one of the only people in the family who was careful and sweet. “And this is?” She asked. “Hi, I’m Roman’s assistant. Y/n.” You smiled, giving a hand out to greet her. She put her hands over yours and smiled at your warmly. It felt almost motherly. It warmed your heart a bit. “Do you girls want anything?” She offered. “Uh- I can get it myself. I can get you something though.” You offered, but her hand went up in protest.

“No my darling, I have people for that. Don’t worry.” She tried to comfort your nerves. She knew how scared you were just by looking at you. She could read anyone easily. “You look wonderful by the way.” She was inflating your ego. Your shoulders went up, your smile growing.

“Y/n.” Roman called. He waved you down. You apologize to Marcia and Jess before going to Roman.

“Huh?” You whispered to him.

“So, what about the offer from earlier? My dad has camera around so we could get it on film.” Roman whispered back, a humored look on his face.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You talked in your normal tone.

“Okay okay. Uh- fuck. I’m gonna actually need you for something though.” He tried to get you to not walk away, grabbing your wrist and forearm. You raised your eyebrows, a way of asking what it was that he exactly needed from you. “You went to college for this shit, right? I need you to look shit up on Nan and just give me whatever notes you can.” He tried to reason. He needed to find a way to connect to the old hag. You agreed before he led you into the meeting. Jess sat behind Kendall, deciding to take notes for Kendall as well.

It was a long hour of planning and organizing a strategy of who had to play to what part. It was like watching a coach talking to a football team, but just about some news outlet. It got interrupted multiple times with Roman making off comment jokes and Shiv and him arguing. During the meeting you were able to dig up enough on everyone to make sure Roman had enough to slither his way into this deal.

You broke off into different cars, telling Roman your notes, going over them multiple times.

Your cars stopped at a landing pad, watching as two men were waiting for you all. You looked behind them to see 2 helicopters on the landing pad. Your head shot to Roman, panicking almost immediately. “A fucking helicopter? I thought we were fucking going to their place just by car.” Roman just seemed to laugh at you. You had no choice, but to go with them. You strapped in as you asked the pilot multiple times if this was the correct way to do it. You went over it with them probably 10 times before asking how safe everything was. Kendall tried to reassure you it was safe, with Jess just trying to talk to you about her first experience and how it wasn’t that bad. You nodded, taking deep breathes. The propellors began to make a loud whooshing sound, causing you to grab onto Romans forearm for a sense of safety.

“Would you relax? It’s fucking 10 minutes.” Roman tried to put up his attitude as if he had an issue with you holding onto him, but he didn’t. He found that you were the only one who he felt comfortable enough to let hold or touch him. He put his glasses on with his free hand before leaning his head on his hand, hiding a smile behind his fingers and they mostly covered his mouth.

Before you knew it you all had landed right after Logan’s helicopter did. You undid your seat belts as fast as possibly, trying to get off as soon as you could. Logan had just gotten out with Marcia and Shiv. Everyone just followed his lead. He tried to pose the family as stable as the Pierces seemed to be. Which you honestly doubted now that you’ve been spending time with the Roy family.

Nan introduced herself to Logan and they both played their roles perfectly. Logan played the happy and proud dad part so well that you even believed him. Everyone was then formally introduced as they tried to network and find something to desperately talk about. But the only ones that truly mattered were Rhea, Logan and Nan.

You just stood back with Jess, knowing you had no part in this. You had no say in any deal. You didn’t even need to speak to any of them. You were just here for Roman’s sanity. 

The house was soon filled, but the party was kept in one room. “Jesus this is fucking pretentious.” You whispered to Jess.

“This is not even the most pretentious part of the night. Watch.” Jess giggled. You just went through your notes with Jess quietly to compare and see if you both had missed anything. Nan interrupted the talking to introduce some stupid bullshit product they had made to get more money. You just joined despite not even having a glass in your hand like everyone before going back to Jess. Whatever the fuck the product was, Logan took a blow from it.

Everyone took this as a way to push some kind of project. Even Connor as he just went on and on about politics. Some others took this to boost their own egos. Or insult the other.

You felt a hand on the small of your back, your body jumping and turning around quickly to see Nan. Logan had his eyes dead set on you from afar.

“Oh hi.” You tried to say in a cheery tone, unsure of why she was even acknowledging you.

“I never seen you around before.” She commented. She had been dealing with this deal for a while, so she had gotten associated with everyone about 2-3 weeks ago. “Oh here, let me get you a drink.” She offered, grabbing a drink off one of her servers tray table. You thanked her quietly before taking a sip only on the bases you needed to. You didn’t like whiskey, but you needed to play a role.

“Oh uh- yeah, I got hired recently. Oh wow-“you said after taking a sip, taking another sip. You took theatre in high school and one or two classes in college. “I understand why this deserved a speech.” You lied. It was disgusting.

“Stop, you’re too cute.” She chuckled. “Who are you in association with?” You didn’t understand. She was asking what your position was and who exactly did you work for. You looked around before finally looking back at Nan. “I-uh-I just do basic stuff for Roman. He wanted to have someone help him around since he started with taking more responsibilities at the company to help manage things around for him. I’m just his assistant. But I just graduated so you know everything from classes are still fresh in my memory.” You were panicked. She just tried to relax your nerves as she seemed to be comforting you. She had the same eyes that Marcia had given you, except more authentic. Like she actually gave a fuck.

“Well the best knowledge you’ll ever get is from experience.” She gave you a tip. You nodded, taking another sip only on the basis of you wanted to calm your nerves down.

“I’m just lucky to have the opportunity to work for the company. It’s truly been an experience for me.” You tried to inflate the company ego. “They’ve really treated me like family here.” You lied. You didn’t even speak to half of the family until today. You still haven’t had an interact with Shiv. You got berated by Logan not even a couple days ago.

“See, and that’s what I always look for.” Nan told Rhea to your face. “None of these other people will tell me anything authentic y’know cause they have more to lose, but you. Thank you. Truly.” She put her hands on each side of your arm. “I will wanna hear your input later on my dear.” She assured me before walking off. You were in complete shock. You assumed you would be invisible today. Roman rushed to you with an amused look.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked. Nan was barely away from the both of you. She took another mental note that despite me being just an assistant, the younger son of the father in the company, my employer, had just tried to check on me. She believed you. You nodded, downing the drink.

“Yeah-I’ll be fine. Just unexpected.” You mumbled, Roman let out a breathe, trying to reassure you it was fine. “It’s gonna be alright.” He tried to reassure her. It probably wasn’t and Roman knew that. She was trying to psych you out and find a reason not to make the deal. But you gave her no reason to. You made her think Logan was more genuine than she thought he was, even if those expectations of Logan were so low for her.

Jess tried to remind you it wasn’t anything serious. You were at a dinner. Sometimes the investors talked to Jess or ignored her. It depended if they saw assistants as people or not. And Nan, despite being massively rich, did consider others.

But she has heard rumors about Logan. She wanted to see how one of his employees had felt. Not in a super direct way, but subtle enough to get hints. Until the very end I guess.

Rhea gathered everyone slowly to bring them into a private room to discuss the game plan once again. Once the door shut, Logan began to interrogate everyone on what they had apparently done wrong. First Shiv on making jokes about Marks PhD and then the entire room for not getting along and going with the original plan. Kendall tried to shush Connor as Connor tried to stand his own ground. “And Romulus, when you laugh, please do it at the same volume as everyone else. We didn’t get you at a hyena farm.” Logan was out to get everyone in the room. “Not even to follow up with the possible end of this fucking deal. What did Nan say to you?” He then stared at you. You couldn’t tell if someone was behind you, looking around before Logan had one more outburst. “Fucking you. The one dresses as if she’s ready for a fucking runway show.” That was a harsh blow.

“Uh-well..” you tried to start trying to remember exactly what was said. “Go on.” He was impatient. His tone was extremely mocking.

“She just asked who I was, what I did. I told her I just started and I’m just helping out Roman.” You tried to be quick not to upset Logan. “Exactly what did you say?” He was really scary like this. You nodded, trying to recount everything.

“Just that uh- well Roman was taking on more responsibilities and dealt with his work usually himself, but now with all the work, he needed an assistant. And that I just finished school. She kind of told me school wasn’t as good as actually working so I told her I’m getting good experience and that you all treat me like a family.” You tried to get every detail of what you’ve said right.

“Oh really? Rhea?” He asked her, knowing she had been with you. Thank fucking whatever the fuck, Rhea confirmed your story. “Nan seems to enjoy her, Logan. She said she trusted her.” She tried to reason. You had no idea why Nan seemed to trust you though. You looked at Logan, trying to keep a relaxed stature to yourself.  Jess was right behind you, rubbing your back to comfort you. She knew you were probably internally having a panic attack. “Nan said she can’t trust anyone else since they’re either 1. Your kids, 2. Someone you’ve known for 30+ years or 3. they’ve known the family too long.” She explained.

“Okay… fine... You, try to butter up Nan more, you too Pinky. Fucking act as if she’s your grandma at Thanksgiving fucking dinner.” He gave you a role. You looked at Jess, but she couldn’t tell you anything in all honesty. She usually avoided talking to investors or people like Nan for this very reason. She didn’t want to be involved. “And Jess, you fix Shiv’s mess.” He appointed her a job. Shiv’s ego took a blow, trying to argue she could just apologize. “No cause apparently a fucking assistant who runs around getting coffee for my idiot children can do a better fucking job than my actual children.” Did this mean Logan appreciated what you did? Is this his way of saying you did a good job? You didn’t see the appeal of it.

Shiv scoffed before leaving the room. “Well, fuck.” Jess whispered to you. You nodded, agreeing with her.

Notes: If you hadn't seen my other post, just like the show, everyone is going to be an awful person moment and have at least one scene of them being the absolute worst. even OC.

Chapter 8

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Hi! Could I request a Buddie x reader fic please? She has asthma and she has a bad panic attack which triggers an asthma attack. All the whump and fluffy comfort pretty please? Maybe they have to take her into the ER because even after a neb treatment she’s still pretty wheezy...

Thank you so much for the prompt! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: panic attack, asthma attack, needles, medical inaccuracies.

Y/n was having a shitty day. 

She couldn't find anything she needed that morning and arrived at work with messy hair and an uncoordinated outfit, for which she received some dirty looks. Her colleagues that she would be relying on were off sick, leaving everything on her shoulders. And then, come afternoon, her boss had berated her in front of the rest of the office.

Y/n had relayed her shitty day into the group chat she shared with Buck and Eddie.

Y/n: Great. Now I'm hiding in the bathroom because I don't want to cry in front of everyone and I want to be sick.

Buck: It's okay to cry in front of other people. Plus, you've only got fifteen minutes left of work and then you can get out of there. 

Eddie: Come to the station. Hen, Chim and Bobby are out on a medical call so it's only us. 

Buck: Good idea, Eds. There's Bobby's leftover mac and cheese?

Y/n: If you're sure that's okay? I'm just going to pack up then I'll leave. 

Eddie: Drive safe.

Half an hour later, y/n entered the firehouse, looking around anxiously. Sure, she had been here plenty of times before, but she still felt pathetic, fighting back her tears and looking for the people who could make her feel even slightly better. 

She didn't have to wait long as she heard her name being called, and saw the forms of Buck and Eddie descending the stairs to meet her by the station gym. 

"Hey, y/n, come here!" Buck exclaimed with his arms opened wide. 

As those solid arms held her close, that was all she needed to feel safe enough to let go. Before she even realised, she was sobbing into a sturdy chest and someone was shushing her, hands stroking her back. 

"Ah, crap, I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to make it worse." Buck looked guiltily towards Eddie over her head. 

"You-you d-didnt. Just h-had it bottled u-up."

Eddie stepped in, guiding her to sit on the gym bench in between the two comforting figures, "You're okay now, y/n. Just breathe." Eddie added as he realised her sobbing was becoming frantic. 

"I…I-I can-nt."

Buck looked worriedly to his partner whilst Eddie stayed calm and professional. 

"Yes you can. You can breathe, you just need to slow it down. Copy me," Eddie instructed whilst deliberately breathing evenly.

Buck caught Eddie's attention and mouthed the question of "asthma?" 

Eddie just shook his head and mouthed, "not yet" right back. 

Both first responders continued to speak soothingly to y/n, reminding her it would pass and she would be just fine. 

However, Eddie started to worry when the sobbing began transforming into wheezes and y/n's head was dropping slightly onto her chest. 

"Hey, hey, hey, y/n. Where's your inhaler? I think you could do with a few rounds." Eddie asked. He also silently instructed Buck to bring a med kit over which Buck did diligently. 

Y/n pointed to her backpack abandoned on the floor, and tried to explain, "m-mi- middle" She managed to get out as Eddie rummaged through the middle pocket. 

Buck returned seconds later with the med kit, and started unpacking the essentials. 

"Let's get her on the floor but sat up against the wall," Eddie directed to Buck as they both took an arm and sat her down, "I need you to stay upright for me okay, sweetheart? That will help keep your airways open. Let's have a go at your inhaler, alright?"

Eddie helped her hold the inhaler to her lips as her hands shook too much. She was unable to hold much of the medicine in her lungs for long as her frantic breaths continued. 

"I'm just going to listen to your chest okay, y/n?" Eddie asked permission, slotting the stethoscope earpieces in and moving the bell to her chest as she nodded consent. 

Buck was multitasking, repeating soothing words whilst clipping a pulse oximeter to her shaking finger.

Pulling the stethoscope from his ears and hanging it loosely around his neck, Eddie explained his diagnosis, "okay, sweetheart, I think you've triggered an asthma attack with your panic attack. Which is fine, we just need to get it under control, okay?"

She was shaking her head, becoming more frantic and causing a vicious cycle, "n-no h-hos-pital." She was beginning to want to close her eyes and for this horrible day to end. 

Buck noticed her drooping head, "hey, woah woah, no napping allowed. We'll do our best here, and then we'll cross whatever bridge we need to cross, okay?"

She could feel them both moving around her and her shoulders occasionally being pushed back against the wall, straightening her body. She could feel an uncomfortable squeezing around her arm as she suspected Buck was taking her blood pressure. By the tone the voices were using, she didn't think the results were desired. 

"Alright, here's the plan, y/n, we're going to try a treatment of nebulising right here, and if that doesn't cut it, we'll try a shot of hydrocortisone as a last resort before calling another ambulance to transport you to hospital."

Inside, she wanted to vomit at the thought of needles being anywhere near her, but she nodded regardless, hopeful that the nebuliser was all she would need to be righted. 

Eddie placed the plastic mask over her mouth and nose, "breathe as deeply as you can…that's it. Good job, it should be opening up your airways now. You're doing great."

Meanwhile Buck was taking another BP reading, whilst Eddie had his fingers firmly placed to her delicate wrist, eyes to his watch. 

Ten minutes went by, and whilst the hyperventilating receded for y/n Eddie and Buck were still unsatisfied with the sound of her breathing and the struggle they could detect through their stethoscopes. 

"How're you feeling, y/n?" Eddie asked, still holding her wrist. 

"Be-better, thanks."

"Feeling dizzy or nauseous?"

"D-dizzy."

"Okay, that's normal. I'd still like to administer a shot of hydrocortisone." Eddie stated as he started rifling through the med bag. 

Buck immediately noticed the change in her demeanor, not to mention the spike in her pulse that he was still monitoring. "He-Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, trying to meet her panicked eyes. 

She just shook her head and tried to move herself further away from Eddie. Eddie finally noticed, turning around with what he needed and looking to Buck for explanation who could only shrug. 

"I fe-feel better. Th-thanks."

"Would you rather wait and get it done at the hospital?" Eddie offered kindly. 

Y/n wheezed out her question, voice low and embarrassed, "wi-will they…still do it at-at the ho-hospital?"

"Almost definitely, sweetheart, sorry."

She wiped a distressed tear from her eye which nearly broke the grown men's hearts, "want you to…to do it th-then."

Buck and Eddie nodded, another silent conversation passing between them. Buck pulled her to face him, both her hands cradled in his larger, calloused ones and he began chattering away about something Jee did at the weekend. 

Eddie prepared the needle and medication and wiped the site clean on her arm, trying to ignore the way she flinched away from him and to not take it personally. 

"Sharp scratch." He warned before administering the shot. Buck felt her hands tense and her eyes squeezed shut, but other than that, she reacted well. 

Eddie was rubbing his thumb over the site, thoughtfully and commending her, "you did great. You should be feeling better soon."

Buck and Eddie continued to monitor her vitals closely for the next few minutes until the familiar sound of the ambulance could be heard pulling into the apparatus floor. 

"What's going on here?" Bobby moved quickly to the trio, closely followed by a concerned Hen and Chim. 

It was obvious to everyone how uncomfortable y/n was feeling under the attention. 

Eddie went about explaining, "asthma attack. I think we've got it under control, but mind if we borrow the Ambo?" 

Y/n startled at this and Buck was quick to explain whilst Chim helped Eddie bring around the stretcher, "hey, it's just a precaution. Everything looks to be settling but we need a doctor to confirm you're okay." He tried to provide some comfort by again squeezing her hand gently. 

"You'll both stay?" She asked once Eddie had returned. 

"Yeah, of course, y/n. We'll both stay with you at the hospital, and then we'll take you home and get you settled on the couch with a pint of that disgusting ice cream you like."

"Yep. No moving from the couch the entire weekend." 

That was exactly the kind of weekend y/n needed to make up for her epically shitty day. 

#writing prompt #eddie diaz #buddie 911 #911 #911 fox #evan buckley #911 fanfic #evan buckley x reader #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz x reader #911 x reader

[gingerjolover]

Hey your phoebe ed fic was incredibly Comforting dude. No pressure but it’d be amazing if you could write similar for jb <3 regardless so much love. im very lucky and grateful to be in recovery but sometimes a little comfort is needed nonetheless

hi sweetheart! i am so so proud of you <3 thank you sm! i am always worried about sensitive topics but im so glad it was comforting to you:)

Trigger warning: disordered eating habits and eating disorder talk, nothing too graphic (your girl is emetophobic lol)

As someone who has had and recovered from an ED, if you need any support or resources please feel free to reach out and if this will trigger you, please skip!!

I think very similar to Phoebe's scenario, Juien is pretty good at keeping tabs on you and she involves you in pretty much every aspect of her life so it's very hard to hide anything when you're in too deep.

In the beginning, maybe it's minor changes, swapping out your favorite foods for lower calorie options. I imagine Julien is like making lunch and uses some random swap you've made and she eats it and is literally like "baby, what the fuck is this?" and remaking it. she doesn't believe you when you tell her that you prefer it to the original but maybe grocery shopping is your responsibility so she doesn't complain.

She sees you when you stand in the mirror a little too long, she takes note of how many times you change your outfit before letting out a frustrated huff. She really tries to compensate for you, making sure you know how attracted she is to you and how beautiful you are. maybe you're pulling away during affection or suddenly nervous during sex and she doesn't get hurt she gets confused.

Its the calorie counting and the excessive working out that alarms her, like you already went to the gym twice today and she finds you in the kitchen, crying in front of the blender because you accidentally added too much of something and its gonna fuck up your macros, and she's immediately scooping you up being like "honey, i think you have a problem, and i want to help, how can i help you?" just being the sweetest most supportive person ever.

slowly but surely, julien helps you swap those ingredients back to normal, maybe sets you up with some of her support systems that she had when she was going through her own issues. she is nonchalantly supportive, not wanting you to feel like she's suffocating you but she's celebrating the parts of your body you dislike and are leaning to love again, leaving kisses and tracing shapes on them while staring lovingly. she's taking you on runs or doing yoga and focusing on gentle movement that makes you feel good. you stop counting calories, making sure that you're listening to your hunger cues and you guys are cooking together.

i really think she'd just be a great companion. i don't think she'd force you into anything and shows you that recovery isn't linear (she knows firsthand) and supports you the entire way through every high and low.

#eating disorder trigger warning #anon cutie #julien baker x reader #boygenius x reader #boygenius blurbs #gingy's blurb night

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

🪓 Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Some Thoughts 🪓

I decided to rewatch NPMD (second day in a row 🙈) and wanted to write down some random thoughts and reactions because why the fuck not 😌

‼️ SPOILERS FOR NPMD BELOW ‼️

I loved this show from the second it started omg I love things about murder 🤭

“Riiiiichie… Riiiiiichie…” — kind of gave off IT vibes ngl

They really killed off Jon Matteson’s nerd character in the first 35 seconds 💀

“They twisted his nipples off 🤣” - WHY WAS HE SO HAPPY ABOUT IT

THE PROJECTION OF THE TITLE IN THE VICTIM’S BLOOD, STARKID HAD HELLA BUDGET FOR THIS SHOW 🙌🏻

“🎵I’m dead…the blood is arbitrating from my head🎵” needs to become a trending TikTok sound or something oh my fucking gOD

LAUREN YOU QUEEN 🙌🏻👏🏻 also living for that fucking wig

MARIAHHHHHHH 🎵❤️

Definitely felt the “High School is Killin’ Me” “I’m so fucking dead” in my soul even though I’m a full ass adult now

“I was deep in a Twitter fight about a problematic puppy” ROFL OMFG

Joey as Peter Spankoffski 😭👏🏻

ANGELA AS GRACE CHASITY HELL FUCKIN YEAH SHE IS EATING THIS PART UP

We all knew someone at school who snitched to the teachers lbh 💀

“So you don’t wanna be bullied?” “No, I wanna be invisible.” “…then why do you come to public school dressed in suspenders and a fucking bow tie?” - PLEAAAASE 💀🤣

MICRO-PETER 😂💀

Joey taking off his glasses and going “oh god” under his breath, “IT’S NOT ACTUALLY A MICROPENIS”… oh he ATE the role, R*bert who?!?

“My titties are tenderised” - I MEAN SAME BUT-?!?

“I didn’t know you were funny.” “Neither did I.” “I like funny guys.” — I AM SORRY BUT IM ALREADY SHIPPING HARD

Actually obsessed with Richie’s hair and outfit like I can’t explain it other than I’m obsessed

IT’S MAX JÄGERMAN

“Ohh well there’s a difference between intent and impact - I learnt that at an anti bullying assembly last month, FUCK NUGGET” took me off guard tbh like I know I’m tired and easily surprised but still 🤭

GRACE CHASITY PROTESTING THE CO-ED HOMECOMING DANCE I CANNOT-

Jägerman is literally the archetype of the school bully jock who peaked in high school like omg but also he’s into Grace?!?!

“I run laps in the gym and I don’t want to slip on any SPUNK” - FUCKING HELL

“Can I carry your books for you?” “Carry my books? 🤢 I don’t think either of us are ready for that, I mean we’re only 18!”

“My little dirty girl.” — 😳😲😮‍💨

“I am only one man’s girl, Max, and his name is Jesus Christ!” — IM FUCKING HOWLING ANGELA KILLED THE DELIVERY OF THAT LINE I CANT-

“I’m a literal monster!” - oh so Max is self aware then 🤔

“This is politics, Stephanie 🙄 learn to multitask!”

I love that Starkid keep casting Corey as Mariah’s dad?!?

Stephanie is apparently her father’s “October surprise”… so her birthday is in October, like Hannah Foster’s? 🤔

“Stephanie, please, I’d like to have an intelligent conversation with you - in other words, shut up” - DAMN WHAT A BURN

NOOO NOT HER PHONE 😰 (I am also addicted to my phone so I get it lol)

NOT STEPHANIE THROWING HER HAND BETWEEN HER PHONE AND THE HAMMER OMFG (same though)

Mayor Lauter really said “I don’t give a shit if you lie, steal or cheat to get your grades up, just don’t get caught” - spoken like a true politician

“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?!?” probably should not have resonated with me like it did 🤭

Peter trying to make a joke and Richie and Ruth not getting it is so relatable tbh

I’m obsessed with Ruth’s mushroom jumper tbh

“I just want someone to touch me… anyone, PLEASE” — ROFL (same girl)

“What was it like when she touched your arm?… DID YOU CUM?!?” — 💀💀💀💀

“You and Steph, it’s a fantasy - like a boy and his anime love pillows. It’s a beautiful dream, but I’ll never hold the real Rei or Asuka in my arms.” — I AM PISSING MYSELF LAUGHING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

“I’m such a loser, telemarketers hang up on me” 💀😭

DID RICHIE JUST FUCKING SAY “NANI!” JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I CANT DEAL WITH THIS SHOW 🤣

Richie and Ruth climbing Pete like a tree and demanding to know what Stephanie is saying is so ridiculously funny 😆

“Really, Ruth? A Star Wars analogy? Need I go into why Attack on Titan is superior in every possible way?” — STARKID UNDERSTAND THE NERDS I LOVE IT

“You’re telling me I gotta be funny again?!? I didn’t do it on purpose the first time!”

“Pete, you’ve been given a once in a lifetime opportunity - someone’s willing to tolerate your presence for a whole evening! This may never happen again!” — damn wish that would happen to me 😭🙈

Not Pete getting a boner during “Cool as I think I am” 🙈

Nooooo not Max finding Pete before he could go into the restaurant to meet Stephanie 😭

“I’m sick of your ssshhhhit!” — YES PETEY STAND UP TO HIM

The fact Max said “Rendezvous” as “Randay-Voose” 💀

The way it transitioned from “say your prayers” to the Chasity family going “AMEN” was PERFECTION

Grace’s father referring to his wife as “mother” is…something 💀

“He came up to me in the hallway and he asked if he could carry my books.” “Oh, Mark - I didn’t know that sort of thing happened at Hatchetfield High! Do you think you should call the boy’s father?” — ?!?!?!

“Mom, will you pass the butt stuff? The butter. Butter. Will you pass the butter? (Chuckles nervously) I just want some head and butter. BREAD! Bread! Bread and butt-sex to go with this big shaft of meat I’m gonna choke down. Oh boy…oh criminy!” - THE SCREECH I GAVE WAS UNHOLY

“I’ve just got some butterflies in my tummy; and they’re flying REAL low today” 😭💀🙈

GRACE FANTASISING ABOUT MAX IN THE BATH I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS

“Brewing up a big ol’ pot of dirty girl soup” - ABSOLUTELY NOT 💀

HES FUCKING SHIRTLESS WHAT THE FUCK-

“Everyone’s got their secrets, and this one’s mine. I love… Jesus! 😃” - this was when I definitely knew she was fantasising because ain’t no fucking way-

WAS THE DIRTY GIRL SONG SUPPOSED TO BE VIEWED AS HOT BECAUSE I AM VERY FLUSTERED AND CONFUSED AND TOTALLY VIBING WITH THE TUNE

🎵 DIRTY DIRTY GIRL WON’T YOU PRAY FOR ME🎵

You see, if Christian parents didn’t repress their teenager’s hormones and sexuality then MAYBE their teenagers wouldn’t resort to murder 🙃

Grace’s dad saying he’s going to get the plunger when she said she was doing a big poop 😭💀

Grace really thinks that impure thoughts only happen after marriage and I almost envy her innocence

“Money isn’t everything… looks are.” - yeah no that about sums people up in this day and age 😑

“We thought you were waifu material, but you’re just a bully” — NOT WAIFU MATERIAL 💀

PETE’S BLACK EYE NOOOO 😭🥺

Grace is kind of a psychopath and I’m loving that for her tbh

“I’m not comfortable with the plan if it involves that kind of language” but she’s comfortable with filming someone getting terrified and pissing their pants 💀

The “the place is not structurally sound” comment was DEFINITELY foreshadowing

“I get pus in my pits!” Jesus ☠️

🎵🤌🏻we’re gonna bully the bully🤌🏻🎵

“We’re gonna cut off his nips!” - what is with the obsession with n!pples in this show 😳

I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WHEN THEY TALKED ABOUT KEEPING THE BEANS COOL

“You’re like super nice to me 😀” “…not really. I’m just doing the bare minimum here.” “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” “Oh, that’s sad!” — 😂😅🤣

“Okay, Richie, be honest… Am I reading as ghost or Lin Manuel Miranda” — OH FUCKING GOD IM CACKLING

“You kinda look like that homeless guy from downtown” 💀 FOURTH WALL BREAK?!?

Max must be VERY drunk because ain’t no way he thought Pete was a ghost or Ruth was actually a skeleton 💀

“Grace, we gotta abort the plan, it’s not working!” “It’s working for me, he’s so violent! 😍”

Not Max actually being touched by them putting this whole thing together for him 💀 very much giving off himbo vibes and I love him for that

MAX FELL THREE STOREYS

Oh my GOD THE FUCKING MAKE UP ON MAX FOR HIS DEATH SCENE HOLY SHIT

“NERDY! PRUDES! MUST! DIE!” — oh hey it’s the name of the show! 😃 And also it was written on the wall in… oh 😳

“I did get a lot of incriminating footage of us luring him here with malicious intent!” - uh oh

“My god! We’re going to jail! And with my luck, no one will even bother making me their bitch!” — PLEASE 💀

“It wasn’t murder, and it wasn’t an accident… it was an act of God! 😇” - Grace is UNHINGED

“No more tickling in our mommy spots!” - OUR WHAT SPOTS?!?

“🎵🤌🏻 We’re gonna bury the body! 🤌🏻🎵”

“Oh no she’s snapping again”

“I just cut off his nips 😌” - again with the nips?!?

DAN AND DONNA 😃😃😃

“Two weeks of heartache” - cut to all of his classmates happy without his influence 💀

STEPH PASSED THE TEST! 😃

“Ya know, this is really your C+.” “Oh Steph… you can keep it. It’d really bring down my GPA.”

Steph asking Pete out to the football game 🥹😁 we love to see it!

GO GO NIGHTHAWKS! 😃🦅 (I know it’s an eagle emoji there’s no hawk emoji 🙈)

“N, I-G, H-T… *squawk squawk* Ks!” 👏🏻🙌🏻

Richie is the team mascot and they wanted/needed him in the huddle 🥹

They apologised for bullying him 😭👏🏻

“And we’d like to apologise in advance for if Max ever comes back, ‘cause we’ll probably go right back to doing it”

“Fuck Clivesdale! Fuck ‘em straight to hell! Assholes!” — AGREED! 👏🏻

I’m 90% sure Jon actually struggled with taking that mascot top off but it worked well with the scene so 😌

“I love being alive! 😃” — oh he’s so about to fucking die, isn’t he?

IT’S MAX CALLING FOR RICHIE HES BACK FROM THE DEAD

MAX’S COSTUME/MAKE UP IS AMAZING OH MY GOD 😌💅🏻

“Should’ve joined the smoke club you nerdy prude” — ANOTHER SMOKE CLUB REFERENCE

Every song on this soundtrack fucking slaps I LOVE IT

There’s not very many men that can pull off being absolutely absolutely fucking terrifying while dancing and singing across the stage but Will Branner managed it so kudos to him

The bit where Richie was repeating what Max said (“who will pray for me? When I’m gone?”) was INSANELY GOOD

“What did they find? You don’t say…you don’t say!” “What’d they find, dad?” “They didn’t say” - 💀

“Oh heck… I’m so hecking fudged”

“*relieved* Oh well we don’t know anything about that one!” “Or ANY one!”

“Maybe it’s a coincidence. People tell me to die every day!” — Okay why is Ruth kind of me 😭

THE FUCKING CAMEOS IN “HATCHET TOWN” ASDFGHJKL?!?! ZIGGY?! MAN IN A HURRY?!? GERALD MONROE?!?

“Ohhh I remember before the lockdown” - yeah me too 😅

THE BARBECUE MONOLOGUES GOT ME HOLLERING 💀

Ruth walking onto the stage and into the spotlight 🥺 literally she was me this whole scene omg I relate so hard to most of what she said ASDFGHJKL

Lauren ATE that song up by the way

MAX KILLED HER BY WEDGIE-ING HER IN TWO AND THEN PUT THE PANTS OVER HER HEAD WHAT THE FUCK MAX 😭

Him telling her to “project” so those in the back row could hear her triggered me so bad as an actor omg 😳

Grace really accusing the entirety of Clivesdale 💀

As soon as the WWJD bracelet was brought up I KNEW what was going on 😭

“Who’s plan was it, Grace?” “It was God’s plan! And now he’s leaving me out to dry! Do something, you son of a bitch!” 💀😅🤣

Grace has lost her fucking SHIT and I fully support that for her

“Show Me Your Hands” musical refrain?!

BEANIES?!? PAUL AND EMMA?!? 😭😭😭 ITS FUCKING PAUL AND EMMA I CANNOT-

“Cup of roasted coffee” refrain too?!?

PAUL GAVE EMMA HIS NUMBER 😭❤️

PAUL + EMMA IN EVERY SINGLE TIMELINE, EVERY SINGLE UNIVERSE-

“EXCUSE ME I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND I STILL HAVE NOT RECIEVED MY GODDAMN HOT CHOCOLATE” 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀😂😂😂😂😂 I FUCKKING CANT IM DONE

🎵”Don’t need a lover boy need a lover man / sure I’m a sapiosexual and you’re intellectual but I’ll cut my lover losses when I can” 🎵 — this song goes so hard omg

Grace pushing between them and shouting “leave room for Jesus!” 💀

“Do we need to get ahold of Ruth?” “Good luck getting ahold of her. Does your phone pls cover calls to hell?” “…Hell?” “She’s bisexual and dead, where else would she be?!?” — 💀

Grace whipping out the gun and telling Steph to cool her beans was so iconic of her

“(Canadian accent) ‘Cause if I’m going down, you hosers comin’ with me, eh” — OH MY FUCKING GOD

Doesn’t shock me a cop would arrest Paul for zero fucking reason, fuck the police 💀

“All I wanted was to be a regular girl with no sexual desire until she was safely married 😭” the FUCK-

“Don’t comfort her, she’s fuckin’ weird” 💀

“I don’t give a shit who you kill - but you just had to go and do it in that house, didn’t you?” — Mayor Lauter really said “murder is fine but NOT in that specific house, you fucking idiots”

THE LORDS IN BLACK?!? 😃 WIGGLY AND BLINKY AND POKEY AND NIBBLY AND TINKY?!?!? FUCK YEAAAAHH

“She gave me head in her car - check it out!” *throws Miss Tessburger’s head onstage* — BRO THE FUCK

WELP I GUESS MAYOR LAUTER IS DEAD THEN?!?

“Detective Shapiro, are you a woman of faith?” “Catholic.” “I’ll take that as a no” — THE FUCK GRACE 😑

They’re really about to summon five otherworldly entities who are evil I’m-

The Summoning screams CRACK and I’m living for it

“Hello Fwendy-Wends” - SCREAMING LITERALLY FUCKING SCREAMING

“WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR PHONE” TOOK ME OUT ASDFGHJKL

SHE CHERISHES PETE 😭

“Pay the price or fuck off” 💀

Can I just say that I need would love a show specifically just about the Lords in Black fucking about and it’s Jon the whole time as Wiggly exactly as he was during the Summoning scene because that was AMAZING IM SHAKING-

The fact Pete cherishes Steph and she cherishes him oh my hEART 😭

“Hey Steph, if things were different, would you wanna come to homecoming with me?” “I’d like that, Pete. I’d really like that.” - SHUT THE FUCK UP NO 😭😭😭

Not Max saving Pete from being shot 💀

“So you do know the Bible!” — GRACE OMG IM SCREECHING HELP

“But Jesus never threw a football like you, Max” - WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

Max being confused about what dirty girl soup is and then being turned on when she explains 😭💀

“Take me, Max, right here on the 50 yard line!” — oh dear gOD

Max’s struggle over whether to kill Steph and Pete or whether to bang Grace omfg 😭😅

THE NOISES OFF STAGE OMFG WTAF 😭💀😂😅🤣

Grace got Max kicking his feet, twirling his hair, after one shag, just like a teenage girl 💀 I’m crying so hard with laughter I can’t cope with it-

GRACE GAVE HIM HER CHASTITY AND SACRIFICED WHAT SHE CHERISHED MOST ASDFGHJKL

PETE AND STEPHANIE AT HOMECOMING TOGETHER ASDFGHJKL ✨T H E M ✨

Grace choosing not to get the dance cancelled and she brought a date?!? That’s character development! 😀

She let Jason walk her home?!? O_o and then asked him to kiss her?!?!

“That was… absolutely disgusting! Really, Jason?!? Kissing on the first date?!?” Oh noooo 💀

“You’re a dirty perv, Jason”

SHES GOT THE FUCKING BLACK BOOK IS SHE SUMMONING THEM AGAIN

🎵DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE🎵

Well thIS TOOK A FUCKING TURN DAMN

Anyway, 11/10, immaculate, amazing, incredible, show-stopping, would recommend to everyone of course and will definitely be rewatching it a LOT 🪓

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid #team starkid #joey richter #mariah rose faith #angela giarratana #lauren lopez #jon matteson #curt mega #kim whalen #will branner #corey dorris #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #richie lipschitz #stephanie lauter #ruth fleming #max jagerman #mariah rose faith casillas

[miraculous-pyxie]

marinette headcanon time

marinette’s knees are filled with little scars and long-term bruises from how many time she falls over 

she carries a very cute first aid kit in her backpack just in case her skin breaks or if she needs a quick ice pack (those lil crack and shake things that get really cold)

marinette became the go to person when somebody got hurt is phys ed when the teens were younger. she eventually got first aid certified.

 marinette used to carry a bit more weight (you see her parents genetic make up) but from becoming ladybug she burns a lot of calories/fat from running around all day. to keep people/parents from getting suspicious, she starts running which keeps her even more in shape.

little marinette got into sewing because her mom always needed to repair her clothes from the rips and tears they would get from her falling over. she felt guilty about it so she said that she would do it. her mom taught her then she started teaching herself

I love the idea that Adrien and Marinette get stronger and more flexible from using the miraculous. Adrien has an excuse that this is how he needs to look for modeling (everyone believes that) but marinette has less of an excuse so she has to flub saying she started going to the gym and attempt to become less clumsy. not wanting it to be a lie, she starts going to a gym once a week for an hour (this is where she does her runs instead).

marinette meditates with her mom whenever she’s stressed and gets lightly told off when she starts fidgeting too much

along with Tikki’s cookies, marinette keeps a stash of protein shakes and protein bars in her room

 marinette has ADHD so she is prone to zoning out and has accidentally zoned out in someone’s direction before then zones back in and profusely apologizes for ”staring” at them

marinette will hyperfocus on a project for hours and she has almost missed patrol several times because of it.

adding onto that, she will sometimes be working till 3 am so getting up at 7 am for school is really hard. (delayed sleep phase syndrome let’s goooo)

on top of that, coffee is her best friend. not because of the energy boost but it keeps her focused in school. (Alya doesn’t know about the ADHD at first and thinks her best friend has a severe coffee addiction)

from becoming ladybug, Marinette has actually gotten very coordinated.  she was very clumsy as a kid, but now it only spikes when she feels emotionally vulnerable. (i.e. around Adrien, when she’s nervous)

 Adrien is Marinette’s first big crush  so for the first few weeks marinette actually was really uncomfortable. she was having an internal battle of never feeling something like a crush before and also beating herself up over the idea that this might be a celebrity crush and she’s just a crazy fan

i saw this somewhere else but marinette doesn’t like horror movies not because they scare her but because they are underwhelming to her. mari and the gang will be having a movie night and she’ll just sit their with her arms crossed and say “I’ve seen worse.” and alya nino and adrien will just looked at her absolutely baffled. (even though adrien is chat noir, he’s had less exposure to scary things growing up)

adding onto that, marinette 100% had unrestricted internet access as a kid but she does not let it show

Marinette doodles on her skin in pen and one time she was drawing on her arm in red pen in class and an akuma related explosion happened really close. The pen exploded all over her skin and it looked like she had just killed someone.

marinette wanted to join the costume department for theater but because of her crammed schedule she can’t do it. everyone is confused as to why she doesn’t bc she’s perfect for it.

marinette matches the color of her hair ties to her outfit

marinette is better at listening to people in chinese then speaking or writing it

marinette actually gets along with her grandma really well and that’s why her grandma knew exactly what bike to get her

even though Marinette’s focus is in high fashion, she loves learning about streetwear and street fashion in places like Japan and the US

she is an absolute force to be reckoned with when she’s being stubborn about something 

she indulges in the confidence that being ladybug gives her from time to time so when chloe is back on her bs she claps back better than the last time

 a personal retcon is she gets a hold of her boy crazy-ness after the first few weeks. (the show really did her dirty on this like stalking? stealing? they should not be promoting that behavior to kids tbh)

marinette wears her new designs to school. she also secretly has a commission style business (so she can keep on top of orders bc she is just 1 person)

all and all, she is a little frazzled gremlin and i wish we got more of that blunt ,frazzled, always-busy, gremlin side of her

that’s all i can think of for now :)

#miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb fandom #mlb headcanon #marinette dupain cheng #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #mlb marinette #she needs better well rounding traits to bring out her true character #like she’s such a dorky lil thing i need everyone to see her the way i see her #i retcon a lot from the show #she deserves better tbh #just let her be a little gremlin that’s all i ask

[wallet6464]

DRAGON X MACHO (OR SPIN KICKS AS I HAVE DECIDED TO CALL THE SHIP) 🐉 💳

This will just be me rambling about them and head cannons and stuff!

First off, why do I ship 'em?

-I genuinely think it would be a fun paring with the contrast between the two

-they have been in TWO games together (macho being champ In both)

-I just think macho would like his fun boyfriend and would think he is super sweet and adorable

-dragon needs more love

How I think they would start dating:

-I think dragon had the most obvious crush on macho thinking he was super cool

-Heike wingmanned the whole time since he could talk to macho (being in the world circuit after all)

-they acc enjoyed each other a lot and decided to acc start dating

ANYWAYS REAL HEADCANON TIME:

(With examples)

-Dragon has autism and macho doesn’t understand any of it but he still is supportive (example:)

Smm “why do you only buy dragon stuff here babe?”

Dragon “Oh dragons are my hyperfixation”

Smm “what the heck is that? Oh well doesn't matter. Here is $5000, buy every dragon here! love you babe”

Dragon “I love you too 宝贝“

(Drawing this in comic form eventually lol)

-CONSTANT BEACH DATES

dragon doesn’t mind tho he just likes to hang out with macho and macho loves to show him off and teach him how to surf (plus dragon gets to show off his cool dragon leg tattoos which is another headcannon i need to draw)

-they watch reality tv together and dragon loves to hear macho talk about the show and relationships in depth

Smm: “ that big Ed dude where do I start on HIM!”

Dragon: “um tell me his most infamous moment 宝贝”

Smm: *queue 90 day fiancé rant*

-dragon is spoiled rotten by macho, like down right decomposed rotten. dragon even mentions smth he wants and it’s his the next day

Dragon: “OMG THAT IS SO COOL” (probably a dragon figure)

Smm: “OMG YEAH BAE That’s so radical”

(already buying it on Amazon prime WITH next day delivery)

-like only Heike and soda know even though it’s really obv if people thought about it (and tbh if you asked macho he would so flex his “radical partner” or if you asked dragon he would gush about how amazing macho is as a boyfriend )

-GYM PARTNERS!!! Dragon helps macho on leg day and vice versa. Each of them are each other's spotter and motivate each other during sets.

Smm: “ PUMP IT BABE!! YOU GOT IT!!”

Dragon: “Focus 宝贝! I know you can do it!”

-dragon will climb on machos back randomly (he needs to be swears)

-Macho does Q and A live streams with dragon JUST off screen and ignores questions about him (he does a lil trolling)

Smm: “Welcome to another TUBULAR stream from SUPER MACHO MAN RAHH!”

“Give yours truly some questions dudes and dudettes”

(And Dragon just be Reading diary of a wimpy kid in the background) (is that a self projection onto dragon? Yes, it was but I’m not wrong)

-They Have a shared Spotify account and a shared playlist and they both connect their headphones and do smth together!

-on there shares Spotify their playlists would be named by macho and have really fun names (eg:)

EPIC RADICAL TUBULAR BEACH VIBES (macho’s personal playlist)

THE BAES TOTALLY SICK PLAYLIST (Dragon’s personal playlist)

AWESOME TOGETHER WITH THE BABE PLAYLIST (self explanatory)

-macho sleeps in bare minimum Pjs and dragon wears a full on dragon onesie

-they cook together but macho had a home chef as a kid so he kinda bad at it so dragon helps a lot and they have fun!

-Dragon LOVES to share his favourite Chinese dishes and macho demolishes it ALL

-play Roblox together (macho always convinces him play the dress up games but they still have fun)

Smm: “UGH who does SHE think she is getting a higher rating then my GNARLY outfit!!!”

Dragon: “ Your outfit is my favourite so it wins in my eyes!”

Smm: “thanks babe let’s beat these bogus outfits!”

OK THAT'S ALL OMG THIS IS SO LONG BUT I'M LOW KEY DELUSIONAL ABOUT SPINKICKS

if you read this far, thanks for listening to my crazy rambling about my rare pair! I love 'em so much and expect more spinkicks content in the future!

#punch out #punch out wii #super punch out #super macho man #dragon chan #spinkicks #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HELP #🐉💳

[poem-today]

A poem by Brian Brodeur

THE CARPENTER'S TALE

There's going to be an accounting. And it'll be the weird stats that come out of somewhere. And this is one of the stranger ones.

—Kerry Breen, This American Life, 8/13/2021

Most of us laughed at being called "essential" in those first weeks of New York's quarantine. We'd grease a hinge or patch a rotten sill,

replacing sunk beams under a snack machine, painting classrooms. Though it felt like cheating, I'd never seen the schools look so pristine.

Then, in April, at our team meeting, our boss clears his throat and his voice softens. Putting down the cruller he's been eating,

he says, "Next week, we start building coffins." One of us laughs. Another spills his coffee. I tell my boss, "Get out of here. Build coffins."

He looks up from his clipboard and glares at me, then gives us all the plans his boss gave him: "We'll be building coffins for the city."

On Monday, I show up at this school gym outfitted as a shop. On cinderblocks, beside the bleachers with the lights turned dim,

our prototype: a six-foot plywood box standing on its end where the feet would be. Above the prototype and scoreboard clocks,

a championship banner's "Victory" had begun to sag where flags of UN nations cling to the ceiling. Under Germany,

we set up cutting and assembly stations, a place where we can urethane the boards. Electricians rig fans for ventilation

and 10 of us plug in extension cords. We stack up drafts of plywood on the floor— a draft is 50 sheets. Our only words

concern the lack of Mets and Yankees scores, how hot the gym gets, who brought Gatorade. We run through 2x4s and they bring more—

wash, rinse, repeat. I mean, we're getting paid, but after so long it occurs to me: My god, they really need this many made?

No one gives us an end. We build 150, stacking them from one side of the gym to the other, five coffins high—no one can see

above the shrink-wrapped freight pallets of them. I back the forklift into the elevator and drive down Concourse near the stadium

and down another street to a tractor trailer. The forklift's so slow people honk at me. Honk at a guy carrying coffins—or

scream at me to move. This goes on three weeks. I find it—I don't know—bizarre, I guess, not one person ever stops to ask me

what I'm doing, everyone obsessed with toilet paper. Then, passing on foot, a guy who speaks Spanish stops to zip his vest 

and says, "Morte," finger-slicing his throat. "Sí," I say, and he just shakes his head and walks away. I slam the trailer shut.

Our team built 450 in the end, and there were other teams in other districts across the whole Department of Ed.

No one I tell has ever heard of this. Why would they? Not exactly good PR— Guess what we used schools for. You'll never guess. …

But now that things are waning, more and more I feel alright, like I can let it out. It wasn't war—if it had been a war

we'd know what happened, what it was about, how much we'd lost, what people did out there. I'm sure someone will make a final count,

and we'll deal with each last expenditure, but that's years off, and this is not a war.

Brian Brodeur

More poems by Brian Brodeur are available through his website.

#brian brodeur #american poetry #the carpenter's tale #covid19 #coffins

[barbwritesstuff]

tiktok is basically vine 2.0. Lots of different content on there. Think of it as short form youtube with any niche you can think of available. That being said…

Ed would totally do thrifting tik toks. and he’d have a link in bio to his depop where people can buy complete outfits. His page is always sold out and he has like 20k followers. Super niche audience.

Vicki would post videos of her lifting at the gym.

Sergi would not be on tiktok. He would be in videos made by Izzy though.

Marco’s tiktok is full of memes and hilarious but weird humor. Also videos of Sergi trying to understand modern slang/generally bothering the older adults. He has 300k followers.

Farro would also be on Marco’s tiktok, and he and Sergi would be part of a weekly segment called “Old Guys Try to Use Modern Slang” or something like that and. The comments are always about how hot he is. Sergi is always trying to knock the phone out of Marco’s hands.

Shawnie posts whatever she wants… Ootd, bar/party vids, pov of her riding her motorcycle, etc. She has 1000+ followers.

Roe would absolutely NOT have a tiktok. But if they did it would be nature videos and they have 0 followers and follow no one.

Carrie’s tiktok is super edgy and it’s edits of her outside with an emo backing song. There are definitely quotes like “real eyes realize real lies” or something like that (just kidding)

Thank you for saving me, anon! I did not know how to answer that ask.

[waitineedaname]

not the anon but I'd love to hear about the fashion thoughts 👀👀👀

okay these are not particularly unique thoughts, they are definitely shared by and inspired by other people's modern aus lol but I have a basic idea of how characters look in my head. Ed's got that grunge/punk look down and is very big on layers. him and Al standing next to each other is very funny because it's like. a sweet young man in pastel sweaters, and his brother looking like a hot topic threw up on him, covered in leather and chains and studs. his most normal outfit is a flannel. everything else is goth as hell.

ling's fashion is very influenced by that incorrigible hypebeast post lmao that post changed me. he is absolutely a hypebeast. very into streetwear or name brand sportswear because Rich Boy. however he will sometimes mix it up with a crop-top, I think he'd like those. lan fan's fashion is much more functional, she always dresses like she's going to the gym or like she needs to be ready to kick someone's ass at a moment's notice. clothes she can move around in, you know? the mobile game does not understand my girl. she will not be wearing miniskirts.

greed's fashion is entirely influenced by this post, which I totally don't keep in my drafts so I can look at it at a moment's notice, what are you talking about. he's vain, so he dresses to look good. this should not be a surprise. he and ed definitely share a love of leather though, and he likes to accessorize, especially with jewelry, any kind -- rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces, piercings, whatever. he'll wear it all.

I know they haven't appeared yet, but I think may dresses very preppy, she aims to be as cute as possible at all times, and she succeeds. she and al are kind of matching aesthetically lol they both like looking cute and put together. winry is one of those people that pairs overalls and like. a crop-top. does that make sense? I'm kind of specifically describing my old roommate's aesthetic, which i cannot convey, but just connect with me psychically and understand my vision. she's somewhere between ed and al on the punk/prep spectrum

#asks #clearbun #fma modern au #fma posting #this is the extent of my takes 👍 #I wish I knew more about fashion lol I have to just describe Vibes

[pyrowrks]

wet // Ryan Ross

Ryan Ross appriciation. thats it.

warnings: very suggestive but nothing explicit, naked Ryan Ross, suprisingly dosn't talk about his dick, BREIF mention of an ed, soft (i think), lowercase intended, drabble

summery; Ryan gets out of the shower and finds that his body looks really nice. 1.4k words

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Ryan stepped out of the shower and pulled a freshly washed, pristine, white towel around his waist. drops of warm water fell from his hair and onto the cold, bare tile making a sheen of puddles where he walked from the shower to the bathroom counter. he quickly wiped the condensation off the mirror with his hand to be met with his reflection reflecting his wet, tangled hair on top of his head.

Ryan stood there as he watched the yellow hotel bathroom light flicker over his face, his chest, arms, down his stomach, and it even reached his legs behind the counter. the wall to his left was covered floor to ceiling in one giant mirror, which apparently the hotel was fancy enough for but not fancy enough for decent, non-yellow lighting. 

he turned so he could see his whole body, but quickly saw the mirror covered in a wet, blurry mess. with a sigh he grabbed the other towel that was on the small shelf and brought it to the mirror. he reached as high as he could, both hands above his head, and wiped one long strip down to the floor, where he left the towel. with two steps back he was able to see the full of his body in the path he cleared. 

the yellow light was uneven on his pale skin, though at a certain angle it defined the muscle in his bicep, and was even able to point out a few soft abs across his stomach. he twisted and turned looking at himself, and at one point he rolled the top of the towel to get a good look at his thighs, and he set it low on his hip to peak at his v-line. both were delightfully defined, not as much as he wished but they were pretty enough to live with without gym work.

Ryan took two steps closer back to the mirror. water was still dripping from the mess of his hair to the floor and onto his chest and back. his eyes traced one that fell from his shoulder, leaving a trail down his arm before finally dripping off his middle finger. there was a dull hum from the lights that registered in Ryan’s ears. it would slowly pick up in volume before quickly dropping back down to where it was hardly heard. he rolled his eyes now that he noticed it and tried to drown it out with the very faint music he accidentally left playing in the hotel room. 

Ryan quickly focused his eyes back on himself in the mirror. 

not on his face. not yet. his collarbones. his collarbones poked out slightly, creating divots into his neck. he took the index finger of his left hand and with a feather-light touch. he placed it in one of the divots. the tip of his calloused finger oh-so-slowly began to drag down. 

he first went across his chest from left to right. twice. feeling the smooth muscle and occasionally sweeping across the small, accidental scratch left from his nail a few days ago. one of his favorite parts of his body. it looked stunning and was starting to become an accessory to his outfits. always keeping the first two or three buttons of his button ups undone to show it off.

after his chest he went down to his pecs. they were firm without him having to flex them. he had seen some men who had no muscle there. just fat. and it had made them straight up look like boobs on certain people. he was glad that his weren't like that. his were toned and not overly muscle-y; they were the perfect size for his body. 

next, he glided his finger down the center of his stomach, in between the subtle muscle that indistinctly prodded through the very minimal pudge. Ryan was a very healthy weight, maybe just bordering on underweight but no matter what he would eat to gain at least five pounds more, nothing made his weight fluctuate permanently. no one could even tell he had a bit of pudge, if it could even be called that. he was happy though. very happy. growing up, and even into the early years of his twenties,  he had just been a pile of boney limbs stacked on top of eachother due to a not so healthy “diet” he forced himself into. which he was never found of. now, he has meat and muscle, something he was way more proud of than being overly skinny. something he wanted to show off. something he smiles at when he sees it. 

following his stomach, his fingers grazed over the top of the towel, and while doing so his fingernails swept over his hip bones. it almost tickled and he smiled. he circled his hip a few times. drawn out strokes tracing over the veins that disappeared behind the expanse of the towel. he poked at freckles he never noticed before. it’s been a while since he’s taken a good, proper look at himself. not that he used to do it regularly, but always seems to forget to check his body out even for health reasons. 

Ryan shifts his weight between his feet and dips a finger below the makshit waistband the towel created, and finally moves his right hand to grasp where he had it tied up. his hand curled around the corners as he slowly began to pull it away from his still slightly damp skin. his eyes closed as he felt the cool air hit where the towel once was and he dropped it onto the counter to his right. both hands went down to run alond the front of his hips to the top of his thighs, back and fourth a few times.

it was another minute of just staring at himself. eyes roamed where they previously were. eventually his eyes fell off the mirror as he looked down at his actual body, not his reflection. the light looked less harsh on his skin than it did in the mirror. it was still very much yellow but it was defused over his skin to look soft and surprisingly smooth. its weird how mirrors can do that. Ryan moved his right hand over to his left that was hanging by his hip. again with the tip of his finger and the lightest touch he could manage he started at the knuckle of his middle finger and worked his way up. up over the bumps of his veins that went from his hands to his biceps. in unison he twisted his arm, still keeping it down by his side, so that the inside of his arm could recive some attention. the veins were more prominent on this side. an extra minute was spent tracing over just his forearm. years of playing guitar added to the look and muscle of them and built them up to where they were. he was able to keep them looking nice while doing something he loved instead of weights or gym work.

Ryan smiled and giggled, starting to feel silly looking at himself. he ran both of his hands up his arms and crossed them to grab onto the opposite shoulder. almost like a hug as he continued to giggle. the heat finally started to seep out of the bathroom and cold air was slowly replacing it. his hair stopped dripping and the water drops all slid off of him. damp skin starting to air dry. he was starting to feel cold as well. small goosebumps spread out over his, otherwise smooth, skin.

three loud knocks hit the bathroom door and Ryan jolted where he stood. he quickly scrambled to grab one of the towels, forgetting he had locked the door. "hurry the fuck up Ryan. we're going out for breakfast soon."

he finally reached the towel that he put on the counter but his heart was pounding after being startled. he looked at the door, putting a hand over his beating chest before clearing his throat. "yeah- yeah, gimme a minute. almost done." he said with a sigh. 

Ryan took one last real look at his body in the mirror before quickly brushing the towel over the areas of his body that weren't quite dry yet then running it very quickly and roughly through his hair. 

while finishing up, Ryan continued to peaked at himself in the mirror every so often. biceps flexing and stomach tensing as he pulled on his clothes. he thought he looked pretty damn good. even with the mess of hair on his head. 

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i apologize for rushing the fuck out of the ending.

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#ryan ross #ryan patd #ryan ross fanfic #ryan ross x reader #panic at the disco #patd #the young veins #soft ryan ross #i love him

[h0wlthew0lf]

nonexistant game !!

hi followers and other maybe people, if ur interested in game concepts um heres mine!! get ready because its kindof long,,

Basic Concept description

Phizz Playplace is the name of this (nonexistant) 3d-2d Stealth and Horror based game. There is multiple gamemodes, playable characters, items, Areas, and enemy characters. I'll go into theese things individually!!

Areas

The map is based off of a giant rundown playplace, filled with long corridors and abandoned jungle gyms. The biggest areas found are;

Cafeteria, Jungle Gym, Corridor 1-12, Ventilation Ducts, Vent System 1-3, Kitchen, and Pipeline.

Theres many unique item and enemy spawns in each place, some are more prone to spawns then others aswell!!

Characters

characters hooray!

Phizz; Phizz is the mascot of the playplace (who was originally named pittaya) He is the fastest and most aggresive enemy in the game, being able to follow the player throughout vents and the jungle gym once spotted. He is only able to be lost by being stunned or distracted.

Bayou; Bayou is the tallest one in the game (and was originally named smth that started with a b i dont remember,,) and only spawns in areas other than cafeteria. His eyes emit a bright light that if stepped in, will cause the player to be chased untill stunned or lost in a pipe or vent

Ed; Ed is the second passive character (except for if an item is used) in the game, he only spawns in cafeteria and gives out slushes for items that can give buffs or disadvantages.

Ollie; Ollie is the only purely passive character in the game, who if knocked out can be chucked at enemies to stun them lol,, He bakes pies that can be used for defense!!

Pie Eater; Pie Eater is an enemy who only spawns in vents and the unique area Pie Den found deep in Ventilation Ducts. If angered, Pie Eater will chase the player throughout the vents untill they escape.

Dante; Dante spawns only in corridors, staring at the player for about 7 seconds before running at them and killing them. To avoid Dante, look away for around 3 seconds untill hes despawned.

Hop Skott; Hop is an enemy who only spawns in the Jungle Gym, he jumps down onto the player and bites them, signifigantly slowing their movement and making noise to lure enemies to the player.

Diro (Playable): Diro is a retired Nightgaurd, now a inspector assigned to inspect this playplace. He is set with easy mode and has a item unique to him, a flashlight! It alerts enemies if shined at them, but is useful for navigation.

Jasper (playable): Jasper stumbled upon this abandoned building while looking for a place to smoke. He uses Normal gameplay, everything stays the same without any difficulty toggles.

Gleegus (Playable): Gleegus is a silly little guy based off my plush irl, hes set on passive mode with unique dialog to every character found. He also has unlockable outfits illustrated in his ref below.

??? (Playable): They are a huge part of the lore with a unqiue game mode and item. Your task is to find Phizz, Ed, and Bayou hiding. You are equipped with an axe and no other enemie spawns or item spawns.

Items (COPY PASTED FROM A LAZY EXPLANATION,, SORRY)

The items found in the (nonexistant) game are

paper plates and cups, metal scraps, party streamers, balloons, metal pipe, wrench, smiley mask, coins, and pie.

lemme start with, PAPER PLATES AND CUPS! (the most interesting item ever) uhh basically u can give them to ollie for pie,,, yeah super interesting, but u can collect them if u like paper party supplies i think theyr funny!!

Ummm next is metal scraps, theyr found in corridors and if you gather enough u can give abt 3 to Ed to get a free slushie that gives a speed boost n health buff!!

Ok next is the party streamers, they dont do much but you can trip bayou with them and it makes a metal pipe sfx when he falls i think thats fun

BALLOONS!! ollie gives dialog if given theese including a pie cuz theyr silly !! other then that u can pop them to lure any critter in the room, but they dont pathfind to you, they go to wherever the balloon was popped!!!!

Metal pipe and wrench are both found in corridors, and are used to hit enemies when stunned or before noticed. This stuns them significantly longer than pie but immedietly gives away your location to them once it wears out.

glAGGLE MASK (smile mask) NOWW SILLY SILLY 🙂 🙂 ummm this mask makes Hop Skott, Bayou, Phizz and Dante passive, but at the cost of Ed hunting you down 😞 that emojis so ugly um anyways!

Coins are used to get a free pie and non letal drink!! and pie is,,, pie 🥧 😋

Game Modes

OK ONTO GAME MODES YAYY!! the modes ive come up with is;

Pursued, Passive, Hard mode, and Infinite JungleGym.

Pursued is inspired by the pursued burden in rain world, where all enemies know your location at once, This inculdes Ed and Pie Eater who is still confined to vents. This can be toggled on any character exept for ???

Passive is where every enemy is inable to attack!! u can interact with them and get dialog found nowhere else in nonexistant game yippee!! This game mode is only found in gleegus's gameplay

next is Hard mode, every enemy knows your location including Ed, Pie Eater and Ollie, who pelts 2 pies per frame at you that slow you down a bit less then hop skott while biting. This can be toggled on everyone except ???

Infinite Junglegym replaces the map with a junglegym!! You can climb to the top, or just explore and find items! Only Phizz, Ed and Hop spawn here. You can play this on everyones gameplay but ??? Cant.

and thats about it! Everyones refs r below, ignore some names as they where changed multiple times. Also feel free to send in asks grr

#game concept art #my ocs #my art #nonexistant game btw #Phizz Playplace #Phizz #Ed #Ollie #Bayou #Pie Eater #Jasper (oc) #??? (Oc) #Diro #Gleegus #stupid ass memes #JOUOU ON THAT BEET RITE NEOW

[ashthedrawer]

•OC FICLET•

Characters: Winola (she/her), Maddox (he/him), January (he/him), Mr Prader (he/him), Felix (he/him)

The characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn !!

PHYSICAL EDUCATION 10

Wildhorse Prader

Period: 1

Room: Main Gym

Winola squinted at her schedule, becoming more lost by the minute. Diantha Rose seemed to be more of a maze than a high school, the hallways long and winding, bustling with students and teachers all excited for the new school year.

Winola, on the other hand, would’ve rathered be anywhere but here.

She wandered through the halls, trying to not get swallowed up by the sea of people pushing past her, and searching desperately for the gym or some sort of office. Just anywhere that would give her proper directions.

Suddenly, someone bumped into her, almost sending her stumbling to the ground.

“Oh, sorry.” Winola instantly apologized, quickly taking a step back, her face burning hot. This morning really couldn’t be going any worse.

“Oh no, sorry, that was my bad.” A tall guy stood there, staring down at her with an apologetic look. “I’m kind of lost.”

“I am as well.” She admitted. “What class are you looking for?”

“Gym. You?”

“Oh, I’m going to Gym too.”

“Perfect. Let’s go together.” He began to lead the way down the hall, hands stuck in his pockets. Winola followed him, praying he had a better sense of direction than she did. (Though she wasn’t very hopeful.)

“So, you are?” He looked back towards her, tilting his head.

“My name is Winola. What’s yours?”

“Maddox.” He turned back forwards, taking in all their surroundings, his onyx eyes glinting. “You new here?”

“Yes, I just moved from Germany. Are you as well?”

“Yeah.” Maddox nodded, his ponytail swaying as he walked. “I was homeschooled so this is my first time at an actual school.” He turned another corner, still curiously taking in all the sights.

“Do you find it overwhelming?”

“Well it sure is different, but it’s not that bad. It’s nice having a lot of people around.”

He stopped in front of two large steel doors. “I think this is it.” Slowly, he pushed them open.

They were immediately interrupted by a deep, gruff voice. “This is Mr. Prader’s class, who are you two?”

A man stood in front of them, arms crossed over his beefy chest. He was tall and muscular, with spiky brown hair, intense blue eyes, and a jagged scar running from his jaw to his lip.

“Winola Higgins.”

“Maddox Exermas.”

“Good.” He clicked his pen and scratched off two names on his clipboard. “Now sit down.” He commanded, pointing them towards where a couple of kids were stretched out in the middle of the gym floor.

Maddox sauntered on over, plopping himself down next to the flashiest-looking of the bunch - A muscular guy with a choppy black bowl cut, vitiligo, and mismatched outfit: a skin-tight neon green turtleneck paired with lavender skinny jeans that sparkled in the light and magenta-pink high tops. Maddox turned back to Winola with a smile, motioning for her to sit next to him.

Winola eyed the two for a second, hesitant (especially with who he was sitting next to), before relenting and making her way to Maddox’s side.

The boy nodded his head in greeting to the both of them, his face bedazzled with silver piercings. He was definitely interesting, to say the least.

Maddox turned to him with a slight smile. “I like your hair.” He said, voice conveying nothing but complete seriousness.

The boy instantly perked up. He smirked and fluffed up his bowl cut, very obviously pleased with the compliment. “Thank you, I cut it myself.” He said smugly, like it was the best haircut in the entire world.

“I’m Maddox by the way, you are?”

He grinned. “Felix.”

Mr. Prader marched to the front of the class, hands clasped behind his back. “Good morning class. I’m Mr. Prader and I’ll be your Phys Ed teacher for the rest of the semester.”

“Today we’ll be going straight into our first unit: Diole Prevention and Safety.” He glared at them, making eye contact with each and every student. Winola felt like shrinking under his piercing gaze. “As you all know, Dioles are dangerous individuals that possess inhuman abilities. Fifteen years ago, governments in every country finally decided to wipe out the Dioles, since they’re violent and savage.”

“Our first unit will go over self-defence if you ever encounter a Diole, and how to report one.” He said. “Now, how many of you have ever been in the presence of a Diole?” His eyes scanned across the room, finally landing on the one hand that had popped up.

Maddox sat there, a bored expression on his face, his hand straight up in the air. “I have.”

“Oh, when? What did you do? Was it scary?” Mr. Prader fired questions at him, practically interrogating him (yet again).

“I see them pretty often. My best friend’s dad is kinda Howard Restall, y’know, the guy that makes the serum that kills Dioles. They’re kinda annoying, but I guess I tolerate it.” Maddox said, a small smile sneaking its way across his face.

The class was instantly full of whispers.

“No way he’s actually friends with Howard Restall’s son.”

“Nobody even knows his name.”

“Yeah, apparently his son has never left the house before.”

“HELLLLLOOOOOOOOO?!”

Suddenly frantic banging on the gym doors caught everyone’s attention.

Mr. Prader opened the door, causing the mystery stranger to fall face-first into his big glorious pecs.

The stranger pushed himself out of Mr. Prader’s moobs, stumbling back a little before standing straight and introducing himself. “Good morning sir, sorry I’m late. I was having transportation issues.”

“I’m January.” He smiled. “January Restall.”

#dioles tag #oc: Winola #oc: Maddox #oc: Felix #oc: Mr Prader #oc: January #my ocs #ocs #oc fic #oc ficlet

[maeleelee]

𝐻𝑜𝓌'𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌?

This will be a story following the life of Wooyoung and his sister Y/N. They're the next King and Queen of Utopia. They don't want anyone knowing though, so they go to college and hid the fact that they're royal from everyone but their two best friends Mae and Cassi. Everyone finds out about them being royal after a new article comes out saying Y/N getting married. She doesn't want to marry this man she's been arrange to because she's in love with her brother's best friend, Yeosang. Who gonna get's the happy ending?

warnings: Cussing, loneliness, screaming and yelling, fights with parents.

You weren’t going to lie, you missed everyone. You missed Mae’s apartment. You missed being out of this damn castle. It was too big for its own good.

You hated walking the walls because it was quiet. It used to not be like this. Music would always be playing, or you’d hear the kids running around from the family friends that came over. It would make this place feel alive. There’s nothing that does that now. The only sounds she ever heard now was Mae hitting the punching bag in the gym down the hall. They’ve all been studying for midterms and no one’s been able to hang out with anyone. 

The friend group never stays apart. They’re always together in some form. Mingi and Yunho would come over to Mae’s apartment with coffee and food and just spend hours talking with you and Mae. San would show up to see Woo but end up talking to you the most. Cassi and Hongjoong and Yeosang normally came as a pack as well. Jongho floating between all of them. 

You walked to the library and sighed as you opened the big doors. They were wooden and carved with a gorgeous painting on it. They were slightly heavy so it took a little bit of strength to push them open. You looked at the walls. They were covered in bookshelves and books. There were so many to choose from as well. You had made sure they were organized by genre. Why choose, best friend to lovers, enemies to lovers, mafia, and so on. You went through and decided on a why choose. 

You walked out to the garden, looking at all the flowers. “Princess.” The guard bowed.

“Ed. I told you to call me y/n.” You sighed as you looked at the man. His long brown hair was pulled up and his green eyes were covered with sunglasses. He wore a simple outfit. Jeans and a shirt. Woo and the princess made sure no one had to wear suits all the time when they just stood guard for hours. 

“Sorry prin- I mean y/n.” He smiled softly. “The king is asking for you.” 

You nodded and headed back inside. You walked through the quiet halls again. The closer you got, the louder the yelling you heard got. “I will not be marrying some woman I don’t know. You will not be deciding who I marry. You’ve controlled most of the other stuff but this is one thing you don’t get to pick out. I will be marrying Mae.” Wooyoung was screaming at y’all’s dad. You could tell he was fuming from the other side of the door. 

“You will do as I say. You are becoming King and will stand next to your sister when it comes the time that the crown swaps hands. You will be marrying this princess and that’s final.” Y’all’s dad was stern. You knew what this was about. He’d found you someone as well. If he wouldn’t let Wooyoung have a choice, you wouldn’t be getting one either. 

Wooyoung came flying out the door, so mad you could see the steam rolling off him. He locked eyes with you and sighed, calming himself down. He never liked showing you that side. He was a softy at heart so when he got mad, he'd get MAD. “I’m sorry.” He sighed towards you. “He’s not budging. We’re going to be married within a few weeks. My wedding first, yours a week or two after. I tried so hard, bun. I told him to at least let you pick. I’d marry if you could pick,” he had tears running down his face, “I don’t want you to be with someone who’s not Yeosang.” 

“How’d you know?” You blushed, looking at your hands. You had only told Cassi and Mae that you had a crush on Yeosang. 

“It’s not that hard to see, bun. The way you smile when he’s around. The way your eyes light up at his name. I’ll make it my mission that you two end up together, bun.” He held you close, trying not to let any more tears fall. This was it. You’d be told who you were marrying. 

You pulled away from Wooyoung and turned towards the door. “I’ll be okay.” You said out loud, to Wooyoung, even though it was more to yourself. You opened the door and walked in. “You wanted to see me?” 

Your dad spun around and looked at you. “You know I do everything out of love, right? I want you both happy. I promise. I just also have to deal with what’s right for the kingdom. You two have to get married to another princess and prince. I’ve already told your brother. Here’s your prince. He’s twenty four. Ready to settle down. Names Jack Kindle.” He handed you the paper. “The wedding will be in two months. This is final. I’m sorry.” He smiled lightly. 

“Don’t say sorry if you don’t mean it. You know Woo and Mae are finally together after years of waiting because she works for us. He’s found happiness. You know that crap you said you want for us. Don’t say that and then rip our heart out right after. You don’t care about happiness. You only care about this “kingdom”. You’re going to lose both your kids and it’ll be your fault in the end. I’m not ready to settle down unless it’s with the man I love. So tell Jack Kindle, he’ll be waiting for kids for a long time.” You stood up from the chair you were sitting in and walked towards the door. 

“Y/n. Baby doll. Don’t do this.” Your dad was pleading. 

“Sounds funny coming from the man who just told his two kids that they can fuck off from being in actual loving relationships.” You told him as you walked out the door, tears falling from your eyes. What’s a happy ending, if you can’t be with the one who makes you happy.

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[lordofthelard]

I was one of those fat college aged girls who put on 100 lbs (or so) over 4 years, but then wants her hot high school body back upon graduation.  You, working at our ONLY local gym for 5 years now, knew my type so well and loved to chat about it with your equally fit co-workers. You called us fit girls who leave the town for 4 years or so and hit the fatty cafeteria food and beer way too hard, ”co-ed whales”.

When you met me for our initial consultation at Lean&Fit gym, i must have looked the quintessential co-ed whale. My flabby pot belly was outlined by my overly fitted gym outfit, clearly bought at least 40 lbs ago. My thick thighs, bulging arms and big double chin made me look every bit the soft and lazy fat girl id eaten my way into since high school.  After some initial measurements, tests and forms to sign, it came time for my first weigh in.  

“Don’t worry” you smirked supportively while grabbing the flabby lower roll of my gut, “just think of this as the fattest you’ll ever be and just use that as motivation to put the fork down and work out.”

Blushing, I stepped on to the scale and it immediately clanked heavily, you got to work pushing the bar weights over, trying to act professional as a trainer at the gym (but a little surprised and turned on at how far those weights had to slide over for the needle to rise.)

“Ooof” you can’t help but comment under your breath when the scale finally balances gingerly.

“So you’re 25 years old, 5’2” and weigh 247 lbs, giving you a BMI of…” you pretend to worry with the calculation, but you could probably do it in your head.  “yikes, your BMI is 45.  So that puts you in the obese category”  you state, watching me blush.

“you’ll definitely want to go on a serious diet to lose some of this extra weight” you state teasingly, again giving my flabby pot a jiggle.  

“You should start off with just walking, at your size, honestly, and given how out of shape you likely are, anything too strenuous is going to be hard on your joints. i mean you’re still young but you’re also 250 pounds”

I could feel myself get a little wet at your harsh words and I purposefully stuck my fat belly out as far as I could, puffing it out forcefully to look as wide and round as possible as i got off the scale.

And here I always thought I was the opposite of a personal trainer.