#fanny packs are OUT whatever the fuck that is is IN

[syrinq]

me when i binge urban rescue ranch so much i have a remotely upsetting dream (entering some talent contest with a group of peers, it turns out it's a scam or some ring for trafficking, need to play the game again to escape etc., then we unfold the shit hiding behind the game owner, some old ass woman, investigating her other properties like a green house garden but it's covered in toys such as teddy bears tied around balloons and nooses???)

and then all that happened while i found a random beast of a fat prairie dog (big ounce) and was able to keep him cozy in my fanny pack-esque little bag during all the crime unfolding business

#it wasn't a fanny pack but it also was #alright. what the fuck #dreamlog #IT'S SO OUT OF ORDER!!! WHATEVER

[carolmunson]

carol’s at the laundromat — and a new character appears.

The sun is spilling in just right on the silver dryers on the back wall — whir, whir, whirring their spring cleaning drawl.

“Wait, stay juuusssst like that — perfect,” Robin encourages, pulling out her Polaroid camera while you’re bent over loading in her clothes. The flash glares bright in your eyes when snaps the picture and catches it right when the camera spits it out.

“Rob, my back isn’t built to hold this pose,” you laugh, “Also, why am I doing your laundry?”

“Cause you’re so pretty and the light was hitting you perfectly,” she shrugs, snapping another picture at your annoyed face, “Maybe not in that one.”

Her camera goes back around her neck and the half finished blow pop goes back in her mouth, stretching her freckled cheek. A breeze comes in when the door opens, a whoosh of a warm breeze with the promise of a long summer kisses you both — still in jean jackets and long pants.

“That doesn’t answer my question, why am I doing your laundry?” you ask, closing the door and leaning against dryer, feeling it heat up on your back.

She shrugs, “I dunno, you scooched me away when I didn’t separate my darks from my lights.”

“Well, Rob you can’t just—”

There’s a wrap on the front windows, sharp enough to know that its rings on glass. The sweat on your back from the dryer goes cold, you don’t look up when you hear Robin squeal.

“Finally,” she calls out, bounding out the front door that stays open on its hinge, “Took you forever.”

“Sorry, had to wait for Harrington for some wheels,” his voice sends a pit into your stomach, you stay staring at your sneakers on the dirty linoleum tile.

“Where’s my guy?” Robin’s raspy voice muses.

“Over a block or two,” he laughs, “Doesn’t wanna get in trouble or some shit.”

“Whatever,” you can hear her roll her eyes, but even worse, you can hear the crunch of his boots come into the laundromat, “Let me just grab my wallet.”

You look up to see her hold her hand out for her fanny pack which is tucked into her laundry bag still in your hand. You look down and back up with a quiet, “Oh! Sorry.”

The deal takes ten seconds total, but ten seconds is long enough to make your skin crawl. The scent of his cologne mixed with leather and weed fills your nose; he’s standing too close to you and he knows that.

“What, you don’t wanna say hi?” he drawls. Your gaze slowly rises up from his boots to his jeans to his chest to his chin — that smirk, those glittering eyes.

“Do I have to?” you retort, your body numb with uncertainty.

“Heh,” he lets out, grimacing, “Guess not. Figured you —”

“Eddie Munson!” a shrill voice calls from the back room, “Eddie Munson if you’re not here to do laundry I don’t wanna see your face in my business!”

“Aww Marj, you’re breakin’ my heart,” he teases, turning around to shout back at Ol’ Marj with both hands on dramatically holding his chest, “Can’t a guy come here and launder some cash?”

“OUT!” she yells, “Before I call the chief down here!”

He sucks his teeth, shoulders rounding when he drops his hands, “Welp, see ya later Rob.”

“Bye! Tell Steve I — we — said hi!” Robin waves with her Blow Pop in her hands, the click of it on her teeth obvious when she puts it back in her mouth. A final whiff of him lingers in your nose when he whisks out of the laundromat without a second thought, disappearing down the street to Steve’s car.

“You both really gotta talk things out,” Robin tuts, pulling her sandy hair up in a bun at the back of her head with a scrunchie, “It’s like pulling teeth watching you try to be civil.”

“We broke up,” you shrug, “It’s gonna be weird.”

“I dunno,” she shrugs back, “I feel like you guys either gotta fight it out or fuck it out — whatever happened. Just…I miss my friends being altogether.”

“I know,” you sigh, defeated, “We’ll figure it out.”

“Well you better do it soon,” she mumbles, looking over the baggies in her hand, “‘Cause he owes me another dime bag.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #blurbie #laundry blurb

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

old habits ian in his emt uniform AAAARRRGGHHHHH

[ old habits ]

mickey's halfway to the mailbox when he stops dead in his tracks, his eyes immediately zeroing in on ian chatting with lucy one driveway over. he doesn't give a fuck about lucy on a normal day - but today it's like she's not even there, because ian's clearly just come home from work and holy fuck...

mickey's caught glimpses of his emt uniform, but never out in broad daylight like this - every inch of the well-fitting blue button-down - the shine of his silver badge - the clean cut and crisp lines all tucked perfectly into place and jesus christ, mickey practically drools, his hand reaching blindly into the mailbox almost as an afterthought. no man should look this hot in a uniform.

lucy can't resist the call either. clearly. but lucy isn't getting turned out in ian's comfy bed every other night like mickey is, now is she? no, she isn't! and it isn't lucy who ian's noticing and sending a little wave over to, is it? no! it's mickey! and it's also mickey who saunters his way over to interrupt, happily, with a composed, "ay doc, you got a thermometer in that fanny pack-a yours?"

it gets them both tucked away inside ian's house with a laughably low amount of effort. and now that he's here, mickey can put his plan to action, watching his personal emt emerge from the bathroom with one of those concerned brow furrows. "you got a fever...?"

ian's got the thermometer, but it's the back of his hand that he uses instead, pressing it to mickey's cheek to check his temperature. then softly over his forehead. mickey mumbles something noncommittal. whatever will keep ian's attention on him like this.

"hm..." after his forehead, ian's hand drops to the back of mickey's neck - more comforting than anything - and god damn, does is light him up from the inside out. "you're definitely runnin' hot..."

an understatement of the century.

but mickey is the perfect patient. opens his mouth real good and everything when ian tells him to, keeping that eye contact as he feels the thermometer slip under his tongue. "stay here for me, alright kid?"

uh huh. yup. whatever the fuck he wants.

mickey watches ian move around the kitchen. takes in a greedy helping of how nicely those slacks hug his ass. how fucking snatched his waist is with that thick belt. how his back broadens into strong shoulders under the pressed blue fabric of his shirt. jesus fucking christ, this man. no way motherfuckers ain't passing out on the spot when he arrives on the scene. damn, mickey would do some highly questionable shit just to get him-

beep beep! beep beep! beep beep!

"lemme see."

mickey opens up exactly as asked, the thermometer slipped out from under his tongue.

in front of him, ian reads the numbers, mickey's scheme about to be put to rest once he realizes there never was a- "hm..."

mickey frowns. flicks his eyes to the thermometer and then back up. "what?" he asks. "the fuck you mean 'hm'?"

"you weren't kiddin' - you really got a fever going."

and-... wait a minute. "really?"

"mhm. looks like you're gonna need some follow-up care."

mickey's brain plugs along slowly, trying to wrap around what's happening. "...what-"

but the rest of his confusion is snuffed out as ian moves forward, scooping him up in his arms and getting that bespoke heart attack to set in - gloriously. because he's carrying mickey toward the stairs, "gonna have to be on bed rest for quite a while, i'm thinkin'..." the thermometer with mickey's temp left on the kitchen counter.

99.1

#gallavich #old habits #im starting a tag hehe #asks

[autisticlancemcclain]

Hunk’s nose always twitches when he’s about to throw up.

It’s something Lance noticed over the years. Inevitably, right before a muffled gag or a hunch in his shoulders, Hunk’s nose would give the slightest twitch. Sometimes Lance thought his nose knew he was about to blow before his brain did.

Of course, the nose twitch wasn’t the only way Lance could see the catastrophe coming. In fact most of Hunk’s tells were pretty dependant on outside factors — some people cracked under pressure but Hunk, in a way, exploded. Hunk’s moms didn’t call on schedule? Lance knew to guide his best friend to the nearest washroom. Exams coming up? Lance kept a bag on him. (He stopped feeling any kind of squeamish about it when they were about 13.) The cafeteria was serving those nasty ass mashed potatoes again? Looks like they’re choosing a table next to a trash can.

The point was that Lance didn’t need some asshole condescending doctor to tell Hunk that most of his stomach bugs were psychosomatic. Anyone with eyes in their fuckin’ head could puzzle that one out.

The problem, fucking obviously, came with solving the issue.

Hunk — and by extension, the people around him — had done everything he could to make himself less prone to upchucking. Back before they head known that a lot of it was caused by anxiety, he’d cycled through a stupid amount of meds and treatments for a shitty immune system he didn’t have. There was a point where he and Lance used to joke that Hunk had experienced every medical side effect known to man.

It was funny in a very, very sad way.

It was almost worse that it all boiled down to mental health, though. It made the whole thing that much easier to dismiss.

Lance lost count of the amount of detentions he got cussing people out for being a dick to Hunk. And the amount of flack Hunk received for low attendance, for class disruption, and whatever other bullshit Garrison admin cooked up, was ridiculous. At the very best, it kind of levelled up to a…tolerance, almost? Over the years the two of them had become so adept with handling Hunk’s anxiety that it became easier and easier to manage.

Thus, the nose twitching. So when they’re at a diplomatic meeting, one dreadfully boring morning, Lance sees Hunk’s nose twitch ever so slightly after a comment on the effectiveness of one or two paladin’s fighting styles — namely, that of the yellow and red paladins, who seemed to be very prone to refusing risk in name of team safety.

Lance pulls out a solution fast.

He admits that turning his blaster to stealth mode and shooting a leg of the meeting table without anyone seeing, causing a the entire table to collapse and halt in anything other than dealing with the New Matter At Hand, might have been the slightest amount of overkill. He probably could have just, like, excused the two of them, or something.

Oh, well.

Instead he hurriedly rushes Hunk down the twisting corridors of the planet’s parliament building, desperately trying to remember where he saw the bathroom on the way in.

“Lance? What’s going on? Why are you —” Hunk interrupts himself with a gag. “Oh,” he says queasily, “that’s why.”

“Just a little longer, buddy,” Lance assures, and luckily he’s proved correct seconds later.

He pulls Hunk into the bathroom in the literal nick of time, the yellow paladin hunched over the toilet mere nanoseconds before the retching begins. Lance crouches beside him, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and digging around his fanny pack pouch thing (Altean uniforms are weird as shit) for a water bottle.

“Why does this happen to me,” Hunk asks miserably.

Lance knows this is rhetorical, so he keeps his mouth shut. Hunk has said this dozens of times before, after all. He doesn’t need Lance’s cajoling, probably.

But Hunk continues, wiping his mouth and accepting the water bottle, sipping slowly. “I haven’t had an anxiety attack in weeks.” He scoffs. “There hasn’t been fuckin’ time for it with all the other shit.” His expression turns somber again, glancing down at his knees. “Why do I keep — I don’t know. Struggling, I guess? It doesn’t make sense.”

That sounds less rhetorical.

“You didn’t just…outgrow you anxiety,” Lance points out. “I mean, yeah, you’ve essentially had to shut off the part of your brain that feels fear to do this job. Not literally, but you know what I mean. We all have. But, man —” he nudges Hunk until he looks up at him, brown eyes meeting brown. He smiles slightly, trying to convince some of the defeatedness out of Hunk’s face. “You’re still a massive worry wart, Hunk. You think about shit. All the time. And unfortunately for you, you’re smart as hell, so all that thinking helps you identify a million and one problems with everything. And that stresses you out.”

Hunk snorts. “I guess so. But you’re smart, too, and you don’t throw up all the time.”

“That’s ‘cause I cry, dude.” Lance hadn’t meant it as a joke — he really does cry all the time, which is endlessly fucking annoying, especially when he’s trying to argue with someone — but Hunk laughs, which makes Lance grin, too. “Anxiety is a bitch. I know. But I’ve got you, dude.” He reaches out and grabs Hunk’s hand, squeezing gently. “Okay?”

Hunk squeezes back, smiling. “Thanks, Lance. I’ve got you too.”

#something short and sweet and random!! bc!! #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #hunk #hunk garrett #hunk & lance #could def be hance if u wanted #brown-eyed lance #autistic lance #lance is a good friend #hunk has anxiety #protective hunk #protective lance #throwing up #anxiety #my writing #fic fragment #fic #longpost

[pokidot]

MANDELA - PROLOGUE

warnings: spooky kooky doppelgangers, kys/kms jokes, cursing wc: 1108

“I’m beginning to think you’re a child!” The aggravated, nagging shouts of a woman in her mid ages began in the home. “I told you for the millionth time to stop doing this late at night, and you continue to flirt with death!”

“You need to learn not to be so dramatic,” Taro stared directly at her before proceeding to leave little room in his hiking bag with essentials. "I have a mission, Kane. Something you wouldn't be able to understand."

“I’m sorry?” The woman’s eyes could have bulged so far out her head that they could have fallen out of their sockets. “Repeat that if you want to see tomorrow. Actually, I dare you to.”

Blinking against the harsh bite of his wife’s words, he turned his head back down to zip his fanny pack. “I’m not sure why you’re so anal about me going this time compared to the others. This is nothing new, and I thought you were aware of that. I used to go even when you were sleeping.”

“Are you kidding me?! Ohh, this is a scandal worse than cheating to me.” The wallowing wife complained. “Jesus, Taro, you’re losing it.”

“I’m perfectly sane, honey.”

“Look at you! You’re looking for things that you can’t even find, you’ve got your coat all dirty from these completely bizarre expeditions you put yourself in, and you look fucking stupid above all!” She pulled the goggles the size of giant saucers off his eyes and back down to his neck aggressively, almost making him wobble.

“It’s how I see…” Taro’s pride had spoken, looking away quietly as his lips pulled together into a pout. “Looks like someone’s not getting their early morning coffee.”

“I’m so glad you think that’s what this is about, you absolute…” The woman ceased herself from her impending thoughts, taking a sharp breath in before nearing closer to her husband. “Look at you, sweetheart. You’re reeling. This isn’t some type of game where you can easily scout the source and find what you’re looking for. And what even are you looking for anyway? Those things don’t even exist.”

Taro gasped, eyes widened. “Kane!”

“I’m serious! They’re not real, they’re just fictive depictions of something that wasn’t as dramatic or folklores.” Kane hazily rubbed her temples. “A man in a goalie mask is more likely to kill you than whatever you’re trying to find. Is that what you want?! I didn’t know you wanted to get away from me so easily.”

“You just have to make it about that and not about how we could get some serious money from this, huh.” Taro sighed, "Come on! We could have everything if I stick with this just for a little while longer. I'm so close to the truth, I can feel it, Kane. It's festering in those woods, there's a reason why I went out after I heard sounds! Who else could it be other than Bigfoot!?"

"Oh, I'm not stopping you from doing what you want, Taro. In fact, I'd rather you be out there than in here right now." Kane beelined towards the door, swinging it open and utilizing her arms to motion him out. "If you want to be an idiot, do it where I can't see you. Come home when you wake up."

He may have made a mistake not taking her concerns to mind.

He was caught like a deer in the headlights that one night in the sleeping woods. Having been already awake, he strove to find what had been plaguing his mind for years. Eating at his frontal lobe, relentlessly kept him thinking of the possibilities. The idea of finding Bigfoot was the only thing keeping this man up for the past two years.

And after finding evidence of suspicious creatures hanging around his tall-structured wood cabin, he grabbed his gear quicker than you could blink.

The smell of early morning rain dissipating, dew drops and crisp, cold air greeting his senses in a warm hug. A charismatic welcome to his endeavors. But the further he walked into the grass complexion of his surroundings, he was suddenly struck with an object dull, yet powerful enough to knock him to the ground.

Darkness shadowed out a lonesome man’s venture in the forest, his night vision goggles laying pathetically next to him. His head had a huge gash on it, remaining there as visible even in pitch black. It shone against his skull like cruel diamonds, a festering and luring tragedy. The only thing he could make out amongst the agony of his head, feeling like he was splitting into two endlessly, was the footsteps of another person nearing towards him.

“Hello,” He blubbered mindlessly, following the voice nearing him. “I need sum’ help ‘ere, if you don’t mind…”

He remained in a daze-- the other was as silent as they were nearing him. It thickened with tension; his head hung too heavy on the ground to lift it as the sound behind him wouldn't stop laughing in shrills as if it were grating its nails on the walls. He desperately attempted to fish for his flashlight, until his hand was stopped by a foot.

Usually it wouldn't phase Taro, he's dealt with most of the mind-grating pains when he was hunting, but the boot was emitting something seething like no other, equal to his head wound. He felt the bones under his skin become brittle the harder he pressed down. In a state of panic, he started to squirm, causing himself to shout in agony at his voracious movements.

His fight or flight started to active as soon as he managed to look up to see himself. Staring down on him like he was rubbish, the contorted smile of Taro himself only becoming screwed and jumbled up. His smile lifted to the tops of his cheeks and his eyeballs expanded. He could only see his deformed appearance, and he couldn't help but scream himself.

"Help..help!! Anybody! Kane!!" Taro hollered, his pain causing his vocal cards to rumble in his throat. He dry heaved, attempting to move his body away, but the slick boot of his own self casually slid off his hand to grant him a kick to the bottom of his jaw, rolling him over on his back.

He was spent. And the doppelgänger knew this too, because before Taro could even process a sliver of a sentence, the imposter looked down now with a malicious glint in his eyes. "Y̸̺͑o̶̘̔u̶̯͠ ̶̻̅s̷̩̈́h̶̠͛o̴̮͑u̵̪͑l̵͙̃d̶̖͘ ̴͍̈ȟ̶̻ḁ̸̉ṿ̶͋ẽ̴͚ ̸̗͒l̷͕̕i̶̭͂s̷̯̿t̶͎̎e̶̙̔ń̴͙e̷͔͛d̴͓̃ ̸̜͑ţ̴͛o̵̬̚ ̶͈̚o̴̿ͅu̷̬͠ṟ̵̈́ ̵̟̚w̷̙̿ĭ̶̹f̶͎̔e̵̩͂.̷̟̀" He spoke slow, every syllable dragging. "B̷͔̀e̸̡̅ç̸̅a̴̤͝u̶͓͊s̴̮̏e̴̻̎ ̵̞͘I̴̡̋'̷̢̾v̶̻͠ë̵̝ ̷̫̋b̷̖̌ẽ̷͜ẹ̸̔n̴͎͒ ̶̯͑w̵̲̎a̷̤̓i̸̼̿ţ̸̍ï̸̗n̸͓͑g̵̹͌ ̸̜́f̸̖̌ȏ̷̭r̶̢̓ě̸̠v̵͉͛e̵̟͂r̸̖͂ ̶̫̊t̸̲͠ò̸̡ ̷͉̚g̵̙̋e̸͇̔ť̸͇ ̴̥̒y̷̗̔o̵͖͛ȗ̶̳ ̷̝̒a̸͔͌l̵͙̃o̸̢͘n̷͑ͅé̶͔.̸̫̅"

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NOTES || i'm actually so excited to write this omg

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[cringycrisis]

Tales from the Evil!Kg Au (I can't think of a better name right now)

Another crappy day, just like the day before that, and the day before that one, in fact, it's been like that for however long Kid's been alive. Nothing ever seemed to be good. He gets out of bed, gets ready, and avoids his hag of a mother as he tries to get out of that god-forsaken house in the morning. Then, he gets to be harassed all day by two popular raven-haired assholes who don't understand how to leave him alone while being threatened by their stalker. Then he gets to go back home and hopes that his “loving parents” don't harass him.

As Kid walks out of the lunch room he finds himself walking down one of the unused hallways that always seemed to hardly have any classes going on in them. He always hated the loud sounds that came from the cafeteria. It was always too damn noisy with people talking over each other and screaming nonsense. He could hardly hear himself think! 

Reaching the end of the hallway, he walks up to the exit doors and leaves the building, turning left and walking right around the corner. Stopping only a few feet from the corner so he could still hear the bell for when lunch is over and finally plopped his backpack and lunch tray on the ground before taking a seat on the grass against the building. 

He takes a bite of his sandwich, enjoying the nice weather, gentle cool wind blowing by. While he eats he hears a door open and footsteps approach him, god damn it, can Lily and Billy just not follow him for once in their-

“Hey Kiddy, mind if we join you?” Oh. It was just Felix. Kid looks up at the blonde, peeking from around Felix's Shoulder was Cindy. Madison and Ozzy soon come into view from around the corner, quietly talking to each other as Kid and Madison steal a glance from each other.

“...sure, whatever.” Kid says… At least they hardly bug him. Felix smiles in response and takes a seat next to him. Cindy sits on the other side of Kid and smiles cheerfully.

“How are you feeling Kid?” She asks as she pulls a bandaid from her fanny pack. Ozzy hands her over a disinfectant wipe as she moves to get a better look at Kid's face.

“Fine…” 

Cindy carefully wipes Kid's cheek with the wipe and then gently puts a bandaid over a cut that was there. 

“You look like you got hit by a car.” Madison bluntly points out, getting a glare from the brunette.

“Yeah to get away from you.” Kid said, his tone being dead like how he felt inside. Madison stuck her tongue out at him in retaliation.

“Parents giving you a rough time again?” Felix asked, his smile always so soft and sweet to Kid. The brunette didn't bother to say anything more, they knew full well of his home life.

“I feel bad for the inmates they get, your father is a fucking dictator.” Madison said, remembering the few times she got arrested and had to deal with Kid's father.

“Are they threatening boarding school again?”

“What do you think?” 

“Man, lucky guy.” Ozzy jokes as he pretends to fantasize over it. Kid rolls his eyes.

“I went to a boys boarding school once, then they found me.” Madison chipped in, staring at her lunch as she stirs it with her fork.

“Why were you there in the first place?” Asked Felix.

“Remember that time for about 3 months where I was getting like $500 a week?”

“Oh my god don't tell me you were-”

“I was selling them cigarettes, those boys were so easy to swindle.”

“Oh. That wasn’t so bad.” Cindy says, as her shocked expression dropped.

“What the hell do you think I was doing Cindy?” Madison sneers, Cindy quickly looks away, flustered as she sips on her orange juice nervously. Madison's stare quickly hardened as she wanted to burn a hole into Cindy, making the blonde girl scoot closer to Kid as if she could somehow use him for protection.

“I'm sure Cindy was worried you were selling something more illegal, like weed or something!” Felix butts in, quickly trying to defuse the situation. Madison rolls her eyes at him as she goes back to her lunch. The conversation quickly died down after that. Cindy didn't bother to move from her spot, making Kid move his knees up to his chest so he wasn't as squished in-between the two blondes. His back began to hurt as he was still pressed hard against the brick wall.

Usually if he were either by himself or with anybody else he would complain, yet now when he's with these guys. He could care less about it. He just sat there eating his lunch while listening to their conversations without a care in the world. It was one of the daily moments where he felt like he could relax. 

“I'm not sure, hey Kid, what do you think?” Felix looks down at Kid, waiting for an answer.

“It sounds lame.” Kid responds.

“You think everything is lame.” said Madison.

“It's lame like your face.”

“At least it's not stupid like yours.”

Felix cuts in. “Guys please, don't fight.”

“Whatever you say prince pacifist.”

Madison says as she smirks at Kid. Making direct eye contact that seemed playful.

“I just don't like it when people fight.”

“What about that fight with Billy a few days ago?” Ozzy points out, the blonde boy always seems to get pulled into a brawl every week by the raven haired boy. A one-sided rivalry that has been a thorn in Felix’s side since forever.

“I didn’t intend to instigate one! He just seems to always want to fight!”

“It's always going to shock me that he keeps getting away with stuff like that.” Cindy sighs, almost defeated by that fact.

“His parents are besties with the school's superintendent. How else do you think?” Kid says as he picks at the crust on his sandwich.

“Huh, what a surprise. Privileged bastards.” Madison says sarcastically.

“Makes sense, I mean, if I was also an asshole with a parent like that, I'd probably do the same.” Ozzy says as Kid hands him the crust he didn't want. Happily putting it into his chocolate milk carton and then shaking it.

“Do you think Lily has ever gotten sick of him?” 

“I wouldn't be shocked if she pushed him in front of a bus.”

“It wouldn't be the first time one of them did something like that.” Madison says amusingly, chuckling to herself afterwards.

“Hey. Can I have a spork?” Ozzy asks as he opens his backpack and pulls out a can of whipped cream from a hidden lunch bag, Kid hands him an unused spork as Ozzy sprays the whipped cream into the now opened milk carton. Madison holds her hand out for the can, to which Ozzy gives it to her, spraying a huge handful into her mouth before handing it back to him. Quickly wiping it off, Ozzy sets the can back into his backpack and starts eating his concoction.

“For a guy obsessed with health, you really love sweets.” Cindy joked as Ozzy hums in acknowledgment. 

“Hey, who says I can't enjoy a dessert after a meal?”

“Is it really that good?” 

“You wanna try?”

“Yeah, can I?”

Ozzy hands the carton over to Cindy as she wipes off her own spork, scooping out a small portion of the dessert and eating before handing it back to Ozzy.

“Feels like it could use some cinnamon.”

“Guess I know what to bring tomorrow!”

As quick as it went, the lunch bell rings, indicating it was time to go back to class. Ozzy and Cindy groan as they all pick up their things and begin their walk back into the building. 

“Hey, do you guys want to hang out after school?” Felix asks as he leads the way back into the building.

“Where to?”

“Arcade?”

“Hell yeah!” Madison cheered.

“I'm down.”

“Sweet! Maybe I can beat the high score in ‘dance floor exclusive’!” Mused Ozzy, cracking his knuckles as Madison giggles.

“What about you, Kid?” Kid turns to look up at Felix, the blonde boy's face full of kindness as his eyes sparkle, waiting for his answer.

“...Sure, why not.” Felix’s smile grew.

“Great! We can all go to Popper's Pizza afterwards, my treat!” Felix opens the door for his friends, stepping to the side while holding it open for his friends to pass through. When they all go through Kid stops a few feet away to wait for the blonde. The other three seemingly engrossed in a conversation about a video game Kid could care less about kept moving forward as Kid waited. Once Felix was on the other side of the door, they continued on towards their classes. They walked as Kid nudges Felix, earning back a more gentle nudge. 

“Yo, slow pokes, hurry up!” Madison calls back to them annoyed. 

“Sorry!” Felix apologizes and grabs Kid's hand, dragging him along as they catch up to their friends who were waiting. As they continue to walk back to class, Kid realizes that Felix never let go of his hand, so instead of pulling away, he intertwines their fingers. Yeah, these guys are alright. Not that Kid would admit it, but he does enjoy their presence.

#my art #kindergarden game #kindergarden #kindergarten fanart #kindergarten #kindergarten 2 #kindergarden 2 #kindergarten teenagers #kindergarten kid #kinderteens evil au #kindergarten au #kindergarten game #kindergarten felix #kindergarten cindy #kindergarten ozzy #kindergarten madison #kindergarten evil au #Tales from the Evil!Kg Au fanfic #kindergarten fanfic #my fanfic

[holygeist]

on my bday a few days ago i was antique shopping by myself in a town about two hours from my home and as i was walking down the sidewalk to one of the shops with my headphones on i could sense someone close behind me, so close that i almost pulled over to let them pass but i was quickly approaching the shop so i just tried to ignore him even tho i was annoyed. then i turned and opened the door of the shop and this walking police sketch behind me froze dead in his tracks with the strangest expression on his face. he looked shocked, and like he'd been caught doing something. since he'd suddenly stopped walking as i opened the door my immediate reaction was to hold the door open for him, i always get the door for people and it was just out of habit, but then as soon as i saw his face and his expression, i got the worst feeling in my stomach. since he was just standing there staring at me, i gave him one of those “can i help you?” shrugs and he looked like he suddenly didn’t know what to do, like whatever his plans were ended in that moment and he wasn’t anticipating this, mouth agape, looking bewildered. like why? why wasn’t he minding his own business? it was such a strange reaction, and his appearance was so off putting. he was a younger dude, pale with dark hair, a dad hat, blue button up tucked into blue jeans, a fanny pack, and hiking shoes. he was young but dressed like an old dude. idk something about him was conspicuously inconspicuous. too intentional. he quickly walked off and the lady in the shop asked if i was okay, i told her that i thought that man was following me and she told me to hang out in there with her for a bit. so anyway i fucking hate men and i think it would be so healing for the planet if most of them died. <3 you know the ones.

[daydadahlias]

Wanna share some of your (emo) ashton thoughts?

Im studying and want to feel something other than stress lol

y'know how Ashton wears a fanny pack sometimes??

me and Monse headcannoned that he carries stuff around for the guys in there too along with his own stuff. he likes to carry the other guys' passports for them so they won't lose them when they're at the airport. When they need something they have to walk up to him, poke his arm and go "ash i need my lip balm" or whatever and then ash has to look through the fanny back and be like "there you go buddy" until they're done using it and then he puts it back in there safely.

also, Ash said in soundchecks that he has purchased himself some very expensive eye shadow and is learning how to use it and that in his spare time he likes to wear makeup and flare pants (this is something he sAID with his MOUTH). so i like to imagine him doing his own makeup and getting frustrated because he can't figure out how to do this fucking cut crease so he calls Luke to come help and luke is like "honestly, dude, I just get Sierra's help."

I also like to think about the era where Ash had pink nails so he either a) painted his nails pink himself or b) went to a salon and happily handed the nail tech hot pink and was like "this please :)" and that hurts my feelings a lot.

and then, the big one that I've talked to Anna and Amanda about is the way he hugs Feldy:

I think a lot abt how feldy is the only person that ashton hugs from underneath rather than above (i made a rant like, last year, about how Ashton always hugs from above so he can have control of the hug and easily break out of it bc he's uncomfortable being trapped in somebody's embrace) bc feldy is the only person in ashton's life who ashton doesnt feel like he has to take care of but rather that feldy is a parental figure to him and has taken care of him. there's so few people in ashton's life that he Doesn't feel like he's responsible for. he's expressed he even felt a responsibility to take care of his mom when he was younger because she dealt with alcoholism and having to work so much to support the kids and he had to get jobs very young to help out. and he didn't really like his step dads very much from the sound of it. so feldy was the first adult he met in the business that was like "u dont need to have everything figured out!! lemme show you how to do this stuff!! you're a kid!! be a kid!!" and they have such a wonderful respect for one another that they've both talked abt at length. like, i think a lot about the hang ups podcast where feldy talks SOOO much about how proud he is of ash and how much he loves ash as an artist directly to ashton and u can like HEAR ash be flustered and appreciative of the compliments from this parental figure in his life and it makes me emo bc there's not many adults in ashtons' life - from what he's said - that ever did that for him or really expressed a lot of pride in him.

#good luck studying!!! #pigeon #anon #thank u for letting me share uwu

[rosaindomitus]

I only just saw you posted a prompt game - Extremely good chess ficlet by the way, fuckin Love thematically relevant chess games - but how about 45 + Aisling + Ortega?? :)

45. “Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now.”

CW: Blood, reference to violence, brief mention of medical things.

“¡Cristo en una pinche cicleta!” Charge felt the ground shudder underneath him as the unnatural hulking form of the Catastrofiend collapsed, a bright flicker of panic blooming and then dying as Ais—Sidestep, no names on the job--came running towards him from the other side of the prone figure, holstering her energy caster. She hadn't been underneath the thing when it fell, which was good since one of them would need to be able to walk to get out of there.

He grinned bloodily at her as she kneeled beside him, hand clamped across his stomach. “Podría besarte ahora mismo.”

”You're a fucking idiot and we don't have time for that. How bad is it? Can you walk? We need to go.“ Before the Marshal had a chance to answer, object, or do anything besides stare at her, she had pried his hand off and gotten a good look at the wound, freezing. ”Fuck.“

”Yes. Fuck. I can move if I have to, but…“

The masked face turned upward to meet his eyes again. “How are you even fucking alive? Your guts should—nevermind. We need to go now. It's not dead, just fucking stunned.”

It was Charge's turn to swear, a low hiss of Spanish on a pained exhale. Step slung his free arm over her shoulder as he clamped down hard on the evisceration in his stomach and gritted his teeth against the pain as she hauled him to his feet. She squeezed his wrist lightly in wordless comfort and he was thankful that she was nearly as tall as he was so he didn't have to bend far. They staggered away from the prone form of the inhuman monster on the ground, Step practically dragging him along as he focused on not blacking or bleeding out before they could get somewhere hidden.

It took him a moment to realize they had stopped in a hidden space between a pile of rubble and the carven wall of the tunnels, and that Aisling--Sidestep--was easing him into a lying position. He was thankful for the distance the pain and adrenaline had given him, coming down from that was going to be a bitch. He watched as she removed the hooded, black jacket first, unbuckling the strap-contraption that held the caster's holster and the 'very-specifically-not-a-fanny-pack-thank-you-very-much' bag that held whatever the jackets pockets couldn't. “Ah, my knight in skinsuit armor. Rescuing me from the monster and patching my wounds in such a scenic location. How romantic. Are you sure you don't want that kiss now?”

The two teal eyes of the mask looked up at him flatly and he grinned back brilliantly, “My mistake. It must be the blood loss talking such nonsense.”

”That's hardly unique to the blood loss.“ He heard the muffled snort and grinned again in triumph as she went back to the not-a-fanny-pack, practically tearing it open it beginning to rummage around in it hastily before she began cursing.

”Fuck. I can't—fucking—see— Goddamnit.“ He had to give her credit, she didn't hesitate to take the mask off, readjusting the glasses that had gone askew with the pull. He had expected the paler skin with the slightly dusting of freckles and slightly tilted lips from the times she had raised her mask to eat or drink. He hadn't expected how incredibly grey her eyes were even behind the glasses--eyes that avoided making contact with his own as she bent her head over the pack and began rummaging through it once more. Her disarrayed hair was brown and braided into a crown--he hadn't expected that and it was a sweet touch—and he wondered who the shape of the cheek bones and the jaw was reminding him of.

”If I knew that it would only take me getting stabbed by the Catastrofiend to get you to show me your face I would have done it years ago.“

She set the emergency bottle of saline and med-gel down beside him, not even bothering to dignify that particular comment with a look or comment. He recognized the focus in her movements and decided to give his poor abdomen a bit of peace and stop talking. It happened surprisingly quickly, before he had quite been able to brace for the pain she had uncapped the saline, pried his hand off the deep, deep wound once more, did a quick irrigation of the area before closing up as much as she could with the medi-gel and topping it with a large abdominal bandage, before looking at his face analytically. ”How are you feeling, Sparkles?“

”Sparkles? Again?” He scoffed and then winced as that lead into a cough. She moved quickly to help tilt him over to the side, giving him a chance to clear his throat of a gob of clotting blood. Once he had inished and been settled back onto the floor he flashed that smile in her direction. “Estaré como nuevo, Chula ” It was hard to see slight changes in the shadow but he would have sworn he could see a faint blush creep up the bottom of her neck and across her cheeks.

“God truly does love fucking idiots doesn't he?“ She rolled her eyes and settled back on her heels.

“What?! It's been my charming personality, devistating good looks and incredible reflexes that've gotten me this far.”

“You're lucky, old man.”

“Old? I'm only--” Charge trailed off as Sidestep's face drained of color and she began patting the floor of the area frantically. She found what she was looking for, her jacket, and threw both herself and it over them both, shading the blue-and-white of his suit and the teal-and-white of her own with the black fabric. She kept her weight off of him as much as possible, bracing herself on her knees and elbow, leaving a hand free to place over his mouth gently, silencing him. He felt the brush of her hair as she shook her head and he got the gist quickly enough, especially as the screeching sounds of metal on concrete rubble echoed down the tunnel from where they had fought the Catastrofiend.

Moving carefully, he gripped the wrist of the hand that was over his mouth gently. He felt the movement of her head as she tilted her head silently in his direction and squeezed it comfortingly. It didn't stop her slight tremble, but he felt her frenetic tapping on his shoulder ease to a lighter pace as she took a deep breath and leaned her forehead against his own, refocusing herself. He kept as still and as silent as he could for an interminable amount of time, gritting his own teeth against the pain and cold he felt encroaching in his limbs. He didn't notice the vision tunneling until she finally sat back with a breath of relief and blinked at the return of what little light there was.

”Okay, it went the other way, we should be--oh fuck. Sparkles?“ Her hands were on him again, this time shaking him lightly. He tried to wave her away but his movements felt sluggish, body unresponsive to his commands. It was her turn to swear as she got a better look at him, before patting him down to find his radio. She flicked it on and off a few times before cursing once more at the lack of response thanks to the tunnels and bit her lip viciously in thought as she examined him once more with a worried look.

”Alright. I'm getting you out of here and it's going to be a bumpy ride. I'm sorry, just hang in there Ricardo. Please.“

”I've been through worse,“ his voice was distant to his own ears.

”I know you have. Just don't die, Steel would kill me.“ He wondered how he looked if that was enough to send her into that much of a controlled panic.

With careful movements he felt her tilt him to one side and when she laid him flat again he felt something press uncomfortably along his spine until she tilted him up on the other side. Despite the care He realized what she was doing as soon as she gave the makeshift stretcher she had made with her a jacket an experimental tug, adjusting her hold slightly to make sure he wouldn't fall off when she pulled. Without another word she began hauling him around the rubble and up the tunnel.

#cw blood #cw violence #fhr #fhr ficlet #writing prompt #ricardo ortega #aisling brown #charge #cw medical #unedited because i suck

[psychangels]

feel like talking about my robot ocs (sort of? it's kind of complicated for two of them. you'll see), so here's some stuff about them! :]

angel (halo/ae/wing) (named after angel's food cake) (technically a self-insert, but also not really? not sure where the line is drawn in this case, honestly...)

halo is a defective va-ser that barely managed to escape from qa-1mil by pure chance. halo went into hiding afterwards, not wanting to get, y'know, Killed for just having fucked up pain processors.

wing's a yellow va-ser that's covered in chicken scratch. most of it is notes for wings various stories that wing wants to write someday. the scrolling text on wings midsection changes in accordance with whatever wing is currently doing (e.g. if wing is talking about something wing likes a lot, the text changes to something like, "rambling about bullshit").

ae likes to collect and wear button-up shirts. ae has to ruin most of them in the process (well, more than they were Already ruined, anyways, considering that ae finds them in the trash), though

at some point, angel meets the next oc(?) i'll be talking about, and the two have stuck together ever since. :]

dev (it/her) (named after devil's food cake) (technically not an oc, but also kind of an oc?)

it's...the decaf bot! in the metal! it's been hiding out ever since That Whole Thing.

she's a pgr-0101, but her appearance has been heavily (self) modified. she's blue instead of green, and the gold strips reminiscent of zanzo's coat have been torn off. her visor displays a pair of eyes when she has it on, rather than the regular squares. said eyes change to reflect her emotions.

similar to angel, it likes to wear clothes! specifically, it wears a torn up cloth lab coat that's covered in spray paint, alongside a fanny pack that's also covered in paint

gngr (he/she) nori's (the head of production in my au, escapism) assistant! he was built by xem a few years back for a school assignment. xe kept them around because xe needed someone that would always be there, looking out for them

since she was built to, essentially, be a caretaker, she knows how to cook, she cleans, is a shoulder to cry on...y'know, all that Stuff.

he has a screen for a face, which he displays emoticons (e.g. :D, :(, :P) on. he can also put text on it!

now, the next four aren't humanoid in any way. they're like the kem-0n0 and vu-t0r1. but i wanted to talk about them, and they Are robots that I Made, so! it's also important to note that they only exist within my au, escapism, because they were designed by the head of R&D in said au, sunny

LEO-031 the LEO-031 was designed to be the ultimate bodyguard. they're quick, strong, and practically unbreakable! well, unless you have fists of steel that are strong enough to break sunny's improved version of z-shielding, known as SP 100, which most people do not.

they're sold to the public, and the department heads and the ceo himself all have one of their own! the models sold to the public differ from those that were given to the heads and ceo by sunny, as theirs were designed to be specifically for them.

they look like a robotic lion with a small mane. their mane becomes more prominent when they feel they/their owner is being threatened

LEN-N31 the LEN-N31 is the smaller, friendlier sibling of the LEO-031. they are the ultimate companion! they're soft, lovable, and entirely non-lethal! however, that doesn't mean that they're weak! they're just as sturdy as their siblings, and are waterproof, so you can have fun in the pool and the rain!

they're very good at cohabitating with others, so if you have other pets, they'll get along swell! they even come equipped with emergency response systems in case you or any of your loved ones are in danger.

they're one of, if not the most popular unit sold by vandelay technologies!

they look like a robotic lion cub.

PACK-13 the PACK-13 was designed to be the ultimate tracker and is excellent at hunting down groups. this is because it itself is a group of robots, which all combine into one massive mech.

unlike its predecessors, the LEO-031 and LEN-N31, it's made entirely of solid steel. no soft fur or cutesy appearance here; just a mechanical machine built to hunt...and kill. its bite is strong enough to break through bone.

it is not intended for public use.

it looks like a giant mechanical wolf. the separate units look similar, just, well, smaller.

L0N3-WLF the L0N3-WLF was designed to be the second ultimate tracker and is excellent at hunting down singular targets. its a smaller, quicker, singular version of the PACK-13.

sent out less often compared to its siblings, but that doesn't mean it's not as capable. somewhat concerningly, there are some reports of L0N3-WLF units getting in the way of PACK-13s...but that's probably just some weird malfunction.

it is not intended for public use.

it looks almost the same as a single unit that makes up the PACK-13, but slimmer and sleeker.

#hi fi rush #hi fi rush oc #angel #dev #gngr #escapism au #angeltalks.txt

[ashleycatchemm]

1-03: Ghosts

Part 3 out of ??

Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.

Song: Ghosts (Micheal Jackson)

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That night I was at the club till 2 am the next morning. The first few hours being the busiest, full of none stop playing and flirting from Caleb which I ignored. Then after the first few hours, came the partying and drinking, of course I never got drunk there. I knew the dangers of getting drunk at a club and I didn't want to take those chances.

Parking my truck in my empty driveway, I hopped out, grabbing my stuff and quickly went inside. Tossing my bag to the side, I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket, looking at it for the first time tonight, only to see a text from Julie.

Jules🎹: Hey, (Y/n), can you please help?

Jules🎹: Three ghosts just appeared at my house and I have no idea what to do!!

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at her text 'Is she seriously making fun of me right now?' I glared at my phone, still slightly intoxicated as anger courses through me.

Jules🎹: Hey, (Y/n), can you please help?

Jules🎹: Three ghosts just appeared at my house and I have no idea what to do!!

Me: Am I just somekind of fucking jo ke toyou?

I knew that Julie would never say something like that to be mean. But I couldn't help it. I was angry at her, for even saying something like that. Flynn and Julie both promised me they wouldn't bring that shit up and now here she is talking about it. I don't care when Carrie does it, but when it's my close friends, I feel like I've been betrayed.

'She knows all my trauma from this and yet she says that.'

I grabbed my head before letting a huff out in anger and saying "Whatever. I'll deal with this tomorrow." Dropping my phone on the ground, I made my way up the steps and got ready for bed.

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The next day I was at Julie's house early, since I live right next door to her. I heard singing coming from somewhere and followed it, only to come face to face with her moms studio. The doors were closed but I could still hear her beautiful voice flowing through the doors.

This put a smile on my face as I leaned back against the wall with my arms crossed "Well what do ya know?" I mumbled after a minute or two the song ended. I stood there for a few seconds waiting for her to walk out when suddenly three ghosts appeared in front of me.

The three of them looked to be about my age. The boy who's back was towards me had brunette hair, a tank top, a blue sweatshirt with no sleeves, showing off his muscles, and a pair of black pants with a chain hanging off it. The boy in the middle who was facing me (but somehow didn't notice me), had blond hair, a pink shirt with a logo for a cleaning service on it, a chain necklace around his neck, a fanny pack clipped together across his chest being worn as a satchel, and black nylon pants, the drawstrings tied together on his waist in a nice bow. The boy behind the two of them had dark brown hair, a white shirt sat underneath a black leather jacket, a long beaded necklace sat hanging from around his neck, a black and red flannel tide around his waist, along with a belt to hold up black jeans that were ripped at the knees.

"Oh, dude, why'd you stop me? Julie needs a hug."

The blond haired boy spoke as the brunette looked through one of the windows on the doors. The dark brown haired boy seemed to be the only one that noticed me as he sent me a bright smile and waved at me. I sent him a small smile back and waved, the boy widened his eyes, mouth agape as he pointed at me in shock.

His friends either didn't notice him or decided to ignore him "Bro, a ghost hug isn't the feel-good moment that you think it is. All right?" Fixing up his sweatshirt the brunette continued "Trust me. What Julie needs right now is just a bit of privacy." The boy with the dark brown hair soon stopped looking at me like I had two heads, but nonetheless still stared at me with a smile on his face.

I huffed a bit, feeling a blush coating my cheeks 'They are pretty cute for ghosts..' grabbing the only backpack strap sitting on one of my shoulders to support it, they continued talking.

"You know what? I think you poofed us out because you can't handle when other people cry. I should know. I cried in a room for 25 years" his voice started shaking, which caused me to look back over at them as the blond continued, throwing his hand down.

"And I didn't get a single hug from either of you."

The boy in the black leather jacket went to hug the boy in the pink shirt "All right. Bring it in." The blond stuck his hand up before the boy in the leather jacket could touch him. "Don't touch me!" He stated causing the boy with dark brown hair to back off.

"This is why no one hugs you."

He stated, causing my hand to fly up to my mouth to hold back my giggle in amusement. My eyes met with the boy clad in a black leather jacket, causing him to smile and send me a wink in response to my suppressed giggling. "Ok" The boy in the blue sweatshirt said his eyes darting between the two boys in front of him "So I-I-I think the first thing we should do, once we get the courage to go in there, is ask Julie..." he paused for a brief moment before continuing.

"Why she lied about playing the piano."

"Yeah, and you know, maybe tell her how amazing she is."

"Yeah of course bro."

"Ok."

The blond and brunette talked before the boy who has been the only one to notice me so far, spoke "She's legit. I got ghost bumps" pointing to his arm, I smiled and let out yet another giggle while shaking my head. "Of course she's amazing. I wish I could sing like her." The three ghosts attentions were now on me.

I stood leaned back against the wall with my arms crossed across my chest, a small smile tugging at my lips as I looked at the boys. Two out of three of the boys both looked behind them, as if to see if I was talking to someone else, while the same boy as before smiled and waved. I let out a small giggle and waved back at him, as the two other boys looked back at me confused.

"You can see us?"

The brunette asked as I nodded my head "Yeup" dragging out the 'e' a little longer than needed. "How long have you been there?" I was about to answer but the dark brown haired boy answered for me "She's been here the whole time." All while walking over and swinging an arm around my shoulders. "Reggie if you knew why didn't you tell us?" The brunette asked as the two boys in front of me stared at the boy with his arm around me.

The boy (Who I now know is Reggie) shrugged in response "You guys never asked, so I didn't think it was important." The blond rubbed his forehead in annoyance before speaking "If you see someone who can see us and is just standing there, don't you think the best bet would be to tell us?" Reggie looked in front of him as the realization of the situation finally hit him "Ohhh, Wait." He leaned forward a little, putting his hand next to his lips as if acting as a sound barrier.

He whispered "Is this because you were talking about yourself crying?" He sucked in a breath of air, leaning back while bringing his hand back down and shoving it in his jacket pocket. "That's embarrassing." Reggie stated, I chuckled and decided to move the conversation along before a argument broke out.

Moving out from underneath Reggie's arm I was quick to say "Okay. Before this conversation turns sour, I'm just going to answer all of your questions now." Pointing at the brunette I stated "No I'm not a ghost." Moving onto the blond "Yes I can touch you guys. It's weird, I know." I now faced Reggie as I stuck out my hand "The names (Y/n), and I'm guessing you're Reggie?" Reggie let out a shocked gasp as he grabbed my hand and shook it.

"Woah! No way! You're psychic too?!"

I let out a small chuckle at his response as the blond shook his head "No, genius. She put the pieces together when Luke said your name." The blond in the pink shirt threw his thumb over his shoulder to point to (who I now know is) Luke. Reggie nodded his head while saying a small "ohh." I looked between the three of them.

"Okay, so if you're Reggie."

I pointed to the boy in the leather jacket who sent me a wink and a smile "That's me!" I then pointed to the brunette "And you're Luke" He sent me a small smile with a shrug, as my attention was quick to land on the blond "Then who are you?" The boy stuck his hand out, sending me a smile while saying "Alex Mercer, you must be a friend of Julie's." I let out a small breath of air before responding.

"Uh. Yeah."

My sentence drifted off as I noticed Flynn walk through the gate, tears streaming down her face. Quickly taking my hand away from Alex I was quick to ask "Flynn? Flynn are you-" she walked past me, not even looking at me before opening the door and slamming it in my face. "-alright..?" I finished saying after the door shut. Letting out a sigh in frustration I heard Alex asked "Oh my gosh. Was she crying too?" I rolled my eyes and Luke turned around to look at Alex.

"Yes!"

We spoke at the same time looking at each other for a quick second in confusion, Luke turned back around to face the other two. He continued speaking "And the only thing scarier than one girl crying is two girls crying." Alex nodded while they both looked at Reggie "He's right." Reggie looked over at me "Why not just send (Y/n) in there?" The two other ghosts looked at me.

I was quick to shake my head "Oh, no way. I don't do feelings they are nasty and gross. I tend to keep my distance when this stuff happens." Luke rolled his eyes letting out a small groan in annoyance "Well we definitely can't go in there." I scoffed while crossing my arms a crossed my chest.

"Why? Because you can't handle other people crying?"

Alex and Reggie both snickered behind him for a few seconds before Luke turned around, sending them a glare. Luke looked back at me and was about to respond only for Reggie to shrug and say "We could always listen. But we wouldn't do that." Reggie laughed a little, only for the three of them to look between each other and race towards the door.

I laughed a bit to myself as they looked through the windows, only to duck down a couple of seconds later. "Okay, you guys have fun spying on my friends." Reggie looked over at me, a smile on his face "Aw, Come on. You know you wanna" I shook my head while saying "No, I'm not gonna ease drop on my-" Reggie sent me a look as if to say 'Really?' I let out an amused huff, before dropping my bag and walking over to him.

"Scoot over before I change my mind"

He happily moved closer to Luke so I had some room to sit. I heard Flynn talking on and on as Julie tried to explain. Only for Flynn to go on a whole rant about me and her not seeing Julie as often. When she was finally finished Julie explained to her that she played the piano and sang again and Flynn was ecstatic. The four of us heard them coming closer to the door, Reggie put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him so I don't get hit by one of their bags as the boys tried to act natural.

Flynn and Julie both walked out, Flynn was the first to acknowledge me as she spoke "Hey, (Y/n), I'm so sorry I ignored you, I just-" I cut her off with a shake of my head, sticking out my hand for her to stop. "It's okay, really. I'm not good when it comes to emotions anyway. I would've been no help at all." She sent me a smile and stuck her arms out for a hug. I stood up and went to hug her, Reggie taking his arm away as I stood up.

Giving her a quick hug Julie stated "Oh, (Y/n)! You're here!" She sent me a forced smile as I broke the hug with Flynn only to get pulled into another by Julie. "Please tell me, you see them too." She whispered as I let out a small chuckle and pulled away from her. Looking over at the guys I nodded my head, and she let out a relieved sigh.

"Listen about the text last night..."

I started saying as I went to grab my backpack Julie cut me off "Don't worry about it. I didn't mean to make you angry, it's just.... you know my situation right now." I nodded my head and let out an embarrassed chuckle as I grabbed my bag that was next to Alex, and swung it over my shoulder.

"Yeah, umm, no, I mean, last night I didn't mean to get angry. It was just the alcohol-"

Before I could finish my sentence Flynn hit the back of my head "Ow! What the-" Flynn cut me off as I sent her a glare "You've been drinking again?!" I took a deep breath in and out to compose myself  "Can we not talk about this right now?" I asked her, as I looked over at Julie, refusing to look at any of the guys. Looking back at Flynn she was angrily about to state something when Julie came over, seeming to have gotten the message.

"Flynn, come on. Let's just get in the truck."

"Yeah, and have a drunk drive me to school. Perfect."

I clenched and unclenched my fists as I glared back at her. Letting out an angry huff, I stated "Whatever. I'll be waiting in the truck." Marching off toward the gate I heard Reggie state "Don't worry! We weren't listening." This caused a small smile to make its way to my lips as I left through the gate.

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#julie molina #reggie peters #willie jatp #alex mercer #flynn taylor #ray molina #carrie wilson #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters x reader #x reader #fem reader #fanfic #jatp #jatp juke #willex #caleb covington

[supervoldejaygent]

The Hate You Have For Me (2/6)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warning!: just some light cussing

Summary: A month later, Reader finds herself at Tina’s Halloween party. 

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I’d like to say reeeal quick that I was imagining the costume that I mention for the Reader to look similar to what Hopper wore to his date with Joyce in the beginning of season 3. Also, this is going from hard-core enemies to lovers to enemies to I kinda hate you but I like you but you dumped my friend and I know I don’t have the full story but I’m going to believe my side of it anyways to friends to lovers. I hope you guys are enjoying the continuation of this story as well as my other fics! So, yeah, without ado, this fucking thing! Enjoy (:

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It wasn’t something she was looking forward to.

Yet, there she was. Dressed in her best “dad-trying-to-look-cool” costume. She paused outside of Tina’s house, debating whether or not to follow the drunken teenagers inside. Swallowing her pride, (Y/N) put her car keys in her fanny-pack and made her way into the house.

It was loud with obnoxious pop music blaring throughout the halls. There was a large group of teenagers gyrating/dancing and making out in the living room. (Y/N) made her way to the kitchen, pushing her way past people she acutely recognized. Finally arriving, (Y/N) walked over to the fridge, grabbing a Dr. Pepper. Closing it, she turned to her left, only to come face to face with the host.

“Hi, Tina,” she said, nonchalantly as she took a sip from the canned soda.

“(Y/N). What are you doing here?”

“I wanted a drink.”

Tina scoffed. “Not the kitchen. My house, this party? I thought you said you were never going to come back here?”

“I did say that, but I’ve decided to ignore my decision just to drink your crappy beer one last time.” 

(Y/N) smirked as Tina crossed her arms. “Well, then you can grab one last bottle and get the fuck out of my house.”

“Hmm…I’d really love to Tina, but I was given an invite and unlike the clueless boys you sneak into your room to prove your worth and status, I’d actually like to stay for longer than two minutes.”

“Why you little—”

“Speaking of which,” (Y/N) said, pointing behind Tina towards Billy Hargrove. “I think your new plaything is looking for you. Good luck, Tina. I generally wish you the best.”

Chugging the rest of her drink, (Y/N) placed the empty can on the kitchen counter, smashing it flat with the palm of her hand. Dropping the trash in front of her ex-friend, (Y/N) pushed past her, and back out to the front door. She was almost out of the house when the whole reason she showed up stepped in her way.

Nancy Wheeler.

An unsuspecting friend to (Y/N), Nancy asked the girl if she was going to Tina’s party after school the other day. She had told Nancy she had no one to go with, and frankly, she wasn’t interested in going. But if Nancy Wheeler was anything, it was persistent.

“(Y/N)!” she slurred, a red solo cup clutched in her hand with whatever homemade punch Tina had brewed for the party. “You came!”

“Nancy,” she replied, letting her friend wrap her up in a hug. Pulling away, she noticed the big, bright red stain on her friend’s costume. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I’m great! I’m really happy you’re here!”

She cracked her knuckles, fiddling with her pinky ring finger after. “Uh yeah, about that…I’m actually leaving right now.”

“What?” Nancy gasped, taking another gulp from her cup. “You can’t leave now! The party’s just getting started!”

“I know, but—”

“No buts!”

“Nancy—”

“Please, stay!” Before (Y/N) could counter her friend’s pleas, Nancy bent over, throwing up the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Shocked, (Y/N) took a step back. She noticed the partygoers around them stop and gaze at the disturbance. She didn’t let them keep her attention as Nancy began to cry. Instead, she placed the girl’s arm over her shoulder, guiding her to the closest bathroom. She helped the girl over to the toilet, locking the bathroom door before kneeling next to Nancy.

“It’s okay, Nance,” she said, holding the girl’s hair back as she rubbed circles into her back. “Let it all out.”

The inspiring reporter coughed and heaved, releasing the rest of her stomach’s contents into the toilet. The two were there for another minute or so before Nancy gave (Y/N) a thumbs up to signify she was done. (Y/N) stood up, turning on the faucet as she began to wet a hand towel for Nancy.

Passing the rag to her friend, she spoke up. “We broke up.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “You and Jonathan?”

Nancy furrowed her brows. “What? No. Steve and I. We broke up.”

(Y/N)’s heart seized up as she stared at the broken girl on the floor. “When you say Steve, are you talking about Steve Harrington?”

Nancy nodded.

“Can I be honest?”

She nodded again.

“I had no idea you guys were still dating.”

“Are you serious?”

(Y/N) chuckled at Nancy’s tone, squatting to sit on the floor with her. “Yeah, I thought you guys broke up last year.”

“That…makes sense. I always wondered why you avoided him like the plague.” (Y/N) froze. She didn’t realize it was obvious to other people that she avoided Steve as much as she could. In any other situation, she would tell Nancy the actual reason she never voluntarily talked to Steve, but she wasn’t going to do that with her in such an inebriated state.

“So, what happened?”

“Well, remember Barb?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, you guys were friends, right?”

“Yeah,” Nancy huffed, suffocating the rag in her fists. “Well, I know everybody thinks she went missing, but for reasons I can’t elaborate on, Barb is dead. And Steve and I just had dinner with her parents and they revealed to us that they hired a private investigator to find her. They used all their life savings on this man, only to someday find out that she’s gone forever. 

“I had been freaking out about it and have been feeling really guilty. Steve insisted that for the night we pretend to be ‘normal’ teenagers. So, I drank more than I could probably ever handle, and the truth slipped out.”

“What truth?”

“That everything we’ve ever had was bullshit. That, what we were was just a fixed image to please those around us.” She sighed. “I don’t mean to dump all this on you, (Y/N). You’ve always been so nice and caring. I just couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

“I get that,” she sighed. “I know what it’s like to hold a secret to keep someone’s feelings from being hurt. Not to the extreme of yours, but I know how hard it can get sometimes.”

Nancy smiled, (Y/N) returning it. Slowly standing, she extended a hand to her friend and helped her up. “What do you say about going back to my house for a sleepover? I’ll cook you an actual meal to combat the alcohol and you won’t have to worry about sneaking back inside your place completely hammered.”

“That…sounds really nice. Thank you, (Y/N).” She smiled, wrapping her arm around the slowly sobering up girl, the two exited the bathroom, making their way to (Y/N)’s car. 

They were about ready to leave, Nancy already asleep in the passenger’s seat when fate had its own plans.

“Nancy!” she looked up at her friend’s name being called. Her heart sank into her stomach as she matched the voice with a very familiar face.

Steve motherfucking Harrington.

Despite her crush on the boy, who she now held conflicting feelings about, (Y/N) dropped any emotion from her face and put up her normal front around the boy. Stepping in front of the passenger’s window, she blocked his view of Nancy.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said, brushing his hair from his eyes. (Y/N) did her best to keep her thumping heart to a minimum, hoping he couldn’t hear the pulse. “Is Nancy in there?”

“Why do you care?” she snapped. She noticed him take a step back, effectively hurt by her tone. She wasn’t sure if it was from the ‘interaction’ she had with Tina, the breakup he had with Nancy, or the realization she now had that he was probably cheating on Nancy with Tina since he had gone on a date with the latter.

“I just want to talk to her and make sure she’s okay.”

“She’s fine.”

He paused, scrambling over his next words carefully. “Look, I don’t know what she told you, but I’ve cooled off and I would like to finish the conversation we had earlier—”

“I’m going to stop you right there, Harrington. I’ve already talked it over with her and I think it’s fair to say that whatever you had, is now over. It’s in your best interest to leave her alone.”

Wracking his hands over his face, he groaned. “(Y/N), please. I just need one minute with her.”

“No, Steve! You’ve done enough. Fuck off.” (Y/N) wasn’t sure what made her say that, but it didn’t matter. As soon as she said it, she walked to the driver’s side, turned on her car, and drove away, Season of the Witch playing softly as she drove Nancy back to her place. There was a nagging pull on her heart, but she pushed it to the back of her mind, focusing on her friend for the night.

As the night sky darkened and the trees grew bigger but grew further apart and fewer in between, (Y/N) let her body relax. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to hate him so bad, yet no amount of negativity could soften the light bump he gave her heart. 

Yes, she hated him for the possibility that he cheated on Nancy with Tina, something she was debating on asking her friend about, but she wouldn’t stab him with a steak knife. Her conflicted feeling continued throughout the night as she called Mrs. Wheeler, informing her that her daughter would be spending the night with her. They followed her as she cooked the two dinners and they followed as the two got ready for bed. It felt like she was being haunted by a nervous ghost that wanted to spook her, but only if it had her consent. 

As she lay in her makeshift bed, thoughts and feelings rattled in her head. It felt like hours passed as she watched the shadows on the wall grow taller when she finally came to a conclusion. She would transform all of her confusion into anger and build up walls around her heart. She would help Nancy with her breakup and become a nobody again. She would do whatever it took to ignore her beating heart when it came to Steve Harrington. She would focus all of her energy on everybody else and forget her feelings.

Three words danced around her head when her eyes finally dropped, pulling her into dreamland, hoping that tomorrow would be kinder.

Forget Steve Harrington.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagines #steve harrington imagines #nancy wheeler #x fem reader #billy hargrove #part 2 #i have love for steve harrington #i swear it

[diedbrave]

@hearsthephone continued from here.

He didn't know why Finn rounding it out, bringing up the other Losers, only stoked the fire more. Maybe he was protective of them. It wasn't like they weren't accustomed to bringing in new members - they'd done it with Ben, with Mike, with Beverly. Finn was just another member like them, who had a fucked up shitty life, and was kicked around by older kids who thought they were better than them. Maybe it was because Finn had brought their number to eight, and there was something about the number seven that felt right.

Whatever it was, he felt his blood boiling beneath the skin, and part of him worried that he was going to have an aneurysm. His chest was heaving a bit, voice strained and piqued as it often did when frustrated, and he quickly scrambled into his fanny pack to find his inhaler, bringing it to his lips and sucking on it like it was his only saving grace, feeling the mist go down his throat and open up his lungs until he was coughing slightly, heartrate decreasing.

"You're right. You're fucking right, and I hate that you're right." He huffed, kicking at the ground, glaring at it as if it had offended him. "All of our lives have been shit, there's no comparing. I just...it's frustrating, Finn. Why us? What the fuck did we do to deserve any of it? We're all just fucking kids!"

#{i think you're headed for a breakdown - threads} #hearsthephone

[ask-teamplayer]

what do you guys all think of fate?

DARIN: not gunna lie sometime it b like

DARIN: ALL HAIL OUR GREAT FOREVER LEADER

DARIN: i aint know SHIT abt communism but we livin close to it with that guy

DARIN: that cute ass guy...

DARIN: cute as in cutie but also cute ass

DARIN: hes got a really cute ass im sayin

SETH: yeah, hes really hard to like... dislike!

SETH: he just worms his way under your skin and you cant even be mad at the little guy. hes just so charming and funny!

SETH: ive known him since i was young, so i have the best word here. how can you not fall in love with him a little??? bro love i mean. you know. how can you not just wanna wrap him up in a blanket??

NAHLA: Neeeerrrrdsss.

NAHLA: He is so full of bullshit, and honestly it's kind of crazy you think he's some kind of powerful leader type! He only breaks up fights because you're weak for him. So weaakk.

NAHLA: He is fun to prank. I will give you that and that only! It's funny to see him go on his little fits! Maybe that "small people are closer to hell" thing had some truth to it! Haha.

SETH: sure, nahla...

RONIN: yeah, f's probably the reason im friends with any of you stupid fucking people. he deserves some credit for that.

VERA: Hey now

RONIN: shit. except you, v. i dont know if we wouldve met without his divine intervention but i never wouldve hated you.

RONIN: we've got a trio thing going on with the guy, if you havent noticed, anon. he just forces us introverts to talk to each other, so i guess thats one thing he succeeded on.

CORA: I swear hearing the friend group discuss Fate without him in the room is always interesting. It's like he's some kind of friendship zeitgeist. Whenever he's in the room he's the center of attention, whenever he's out of it he's the center of discussion.

CORA: Somehow, every topic of colloquy we as a group have circles around to that boy and his many complexities. I enjoy his presence and participate in many philosophical discussions with him, but I'm more interested in the impact he leaves.

CORA: Every boy I am mutually friends with never shuts the fuck up about him. Even the straightest of macho men I have spoken with who accept his identity. It's quite humorous and frustrating.

LILY: hes silly :P

CORA: That as well...

ENZO: honestly its hard to tell if some of yall are too harsh on him except nahla in which case its really fuckin obvious and you gotta learn some empathy but whatever im not your dad

ENZO: dudes a goddamn sweetie pie but also a little asshole he balances it

ENZO: like the second i get uncomfortable he descends upon me like a shark smelling blood in the water to pamper me like im a fuckin handbag dog and hand out food and reassurances and sort the shit out he literally will just not let me be anxious ever no matter the circumstances

ENZO: he brings fuckin FANNY PACKS sometimes when we re out of school like he is THAT GUY

ENZO: i dont even think he knows half of what he does to me cause he drives me crazy lmao

CORA: As I said: Never shuts the fuck up about him. Homo-erotically crazy about this boy.

CORA: It's fascinating.

ENZO: yo cora i get its like your thing but can you interrogate me about my nonexistent sexuality issues a lil less cause i can fuckin hear you and its not all that polite

ENZO: im from the south i can make jokes like i ever experienced politeness in my life bro! shut up i literally just like the guy cause hes nice im not in the mood today

FATE: Sorry, bathroom break.

FATE: What are we talking about?

ENZO: NOTHING

CORA: Don't worry your pretty little head about it.

FATE: Cool.

#darin #seth #nahla #ronin #vera #cora #enzo #fate #lily #ask #anon

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Michael/Ashton (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

a little extra credit never hurt anybody - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 4k

Summary: Michael and Ashton used to be best friends when they were younger, unfortunately Michael ditches Ashton for popularity when they get older. Things change when Ashton gets offered extra credit to tutor a failing student. That student so happens to be Michael Clifford.

are we something to each other (or are we just blowing smoke?) (ao3) - bellawritess T, 10k

Summary: A startled laugh escapes Michael, and he gently pushes against Ashton’s chest, though his hand lingers as if for a moment he considers holding Ashton in place instead. “You’re lame. And you’re not kissing me like that in front of your friends. I’m a respectable fake boyfriend, I don’t believe in gratuitous PDA.”

Gotta Be Cruel to be Kind (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 26k

Summary: "It’s just for a date or two." Calum sounds exasperated despite Michael's excuse being perfectly valid. "Ashton’s hot."

"Ashton’s a shrew," he corrects, voice biting. "I’m not going to… to tame him, or whatever, just so you can convince some twink to go on a mediocre date with you." 

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The fandom required 10 Things I Hate About You fic. 

He Drove Away The First of September, But I Remember (ao3) - senioritastyles G, 6k

Summary: "Hi." He calls, catching the cute worker's attention.

The worker looks up and fumbles around to put his phone away, his face awestruck as he looks at Ashton. "Uh, hi."

There's an awkward moment of silence as they both stare at each other, the sounds of the carnival fading into the background and Ashton feels his heart leap when the boy smiles. He's got on tight black skinny jeans and a Metallica t-shirt, his waist surrounded by what looks like a combination of a fanny pack and an apron. Ashton knows it's probably full of money and tickets even though no one is approaching is the booth to play, and he can't help but smile back at the boy. He's completely stricken by the boy's beauty, mesmerized by the enticing features and pale skin.

Or: Michael and Ashton meet right before Ashton has to go back to school.

It's something unpredictible, but in the end it's right (I hope you'll have the time of your life) (ao3) - orphan_account G, 4k

Summary: The 5SOS boys are babysitting a real life, small, fat, tiny, cute, little, useless, defenceless, and adorable baby. Oh dear.

"Just a bunch of fucking hocus pocus." (ao3) - pxnkspace M, 15k

Summary: It's just another boring Halloween night where Ashton has to babysit his brother and sister and miss out on the biggest party of the year. Until he manages to sneak out and bump into this strange boy he keeps seeing. Ashton doesn't believe in the supernatural. But after lighting the black flamed candle, the whole town is in for a hell of a night.

life is never like this (ao3) - merlypops T, 24k

Summary: The war is over and Ashton finds it hard to carry on until he meets Michael. Life goes on for Luke and Calum.

Mashton: Undercover (ao3) - HPFangirl71 M, 2k

Summary: When kisses undercover lead to something more....

Oh Christmas Lights, Keep Shining On (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) T, 3k

Summary: Michael and Ashton have won their town's Winter Decoration Competition for the past two years. This year, their new neighbors are going to give them a run for their money.

Playing With Chemistry (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 17k

Summary: It’s the busiest week of the year at the escape room Ashton manages, and it’s hard enough without Michael Clifford tempting him at every turn.

Rather Be a Riot Than Indifferent (ao3) - reversecow E, 10k

Summary: Michael Clifford hates Ashton Irwin. He's hated him ever since Ashton bumped into him without apologizing on the first day of his third year of university. He hates him more every time they interact, which is why it doesn't mean a thing that the soul marks inked all over Ashton's body match up so well with Michael's. Because there's no way the universe hates him that much.

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A University AU where Michael is stubborn and no matter what anyone else thinks, Ashton is absolutely not his soulmate.

Still Turning Out (ao3) - azsthztxc T, 11k

Summary: “He disappeared because what he does is run,” Calum corrects. “You freeze. He runs. You’re both incredibly opposite, but the same—you both keep thinking you can just escape the future and your problems. Guess what? No amount of staying in place or refusing to, is going to let you know more about yourself if you don’t let yourself be known.”

Temptation (ao3) - Maluminspace E, 5k

Summary: Michael is about to start his first term teaching at Hogwarts. Ashton tries to help build his confidence...

the future with you - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 2k

Summary: Ashton and Michael have a disagreement when Valentine's Day is just around the corner. Ashton and Michael have never fought in the six years that they've been together. It's a horrible time for everyone involved.

there's glitter on the floor after the party - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 1k

Summary: The aftermath of Michael and Ashton's first new year's eve party as a married couple.

Twice As Much Isn't Twice As Good (ao3) - FayeHunter T, 1k

Summary: Michael's pretty sure this much coffee can't be good for the cute law student coming into the coffee shop

we were just two kids thrown into the flames - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 8k

Summary: Ashton Irwin's name is picked during the reaping for the 75th Hunger Games. Unfortunately, so is his little brother Luke. But then, Michael Clifford is volunteering for his brother. Ashton has to figure out how to make sure he stays alive, but the love of his life also stays alive.

wherever I am, I’ll come running (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) T, 4k

Summary: If he’s being honest, Ashton doesn’t know what to do either. Out of Michael’s closest friends he’s the only one who doesn’t have a dog, the least likely to have a vet on speed dial, the least likely to have something like this happen to him before. But instead of calling Luke or Calum for help, he called Ashton.

Because if there’s one thing Ashton does know how to do is take care of Michael.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #mashton #michael clifford #ashton irwin #mashton masterlist

[exhalcdvibes]

official  name  : alastair  joseph  miller  iii .    meaning  of  name  :  of  greek  origin  meaning   ‘mans  defender’  ;  of  hebrew  origin  meaning  god  will  give.  nicknames  :  alvie  ,  al.  date  of  birth  :  april  15, 1981.  age  :  forty  one.  birthplace  :   little  rock  ,   arkansas.  nationality  :  american.  gender  :  cis  man.  pronouns  :  he/him.  orientation  :  bisexual  ( prefers women  )  &  biromantic.  religion  :  atheist.  languages  :   english .  education  :  high  school  drop out   .

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(—) ★ spotted!! alaster “ alvie ” miller iii on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 41 year old looks like charlie hunnam, but i don’t really see it. while the bodyguard & owner of a security agency is known for being forthright my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be possessive i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song john redcord by sir  {he/him / cis man}

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alvie grew up with a father who hated his guts, his mom died in child birth and his dad has always blamed him for the loss. literally this man tried to name him lucifer and his mother ( alvies grandma ) was like no we’re not doing that 

he was more so raised by his grandma than his dad, when he was six he dropped him off there and rarely ever surfaced again but when he did he always left a dark cloud in alvie’s life until he eventually left again. he literally hasn’t spoken to his dad in over twenty years. 

his grandma died when he was twenty five and that was the last time he cried. he’ll tell you that he’s never loved someone besides her. she was basically his only family. he has a half sibling that he knows about but hasn’t made any effort to get to know. 

he joined the military at 18 and intended to make a career out of it, only retiring at age 35 when he got into a fight with a commanding officer which essentially stalled his career. 

he tried to have relationships but he was moving around so much while he was military that they never really lasted long. he kind of just gave up on love, he’s been single for seven years.

he was recommended to lily because they needed security and he was more than qualified. he’s still her personal security and anytime there’s a big event you’ll find him trailing behind her like a little shadow.

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very closed off, really doesn’t like talking to people like...at all

he doesn’t often get angry you have to push him pretty far to get him upset most the time he’ll just get in his car and drive until he feels better instead of reacting 

he will not be your wise old man, don’t tell him your problems most you’ll get out of him is a “that’s rough buddy” 

emotions are tough for him to identify he tends to feel blank most of the time 

tries to be nice but it doesn’t always come off the way he’s intending it to 

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my mans was almost in the secret service

hates drugs , doesn’t drink ( he’s a recovering alcoholic )

addicted to tiny desk performances 

loves cardigans & sweaters

his house is a fucking disaster zone and he absolutely refuses to hire a maid he doesn’t want a stranger in his house

always keeps a gameboy with whatever pokemon he’s playing that day & a minimum of $20,000 in his fanny pack

#hillzhqsintro