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rouecentric · 1 year
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HAHAHA BRAINROT TIME
IMAGINE being isekai'd in genshin as an immortal orphan teenager.
you were tired of the condescending and mean glares that the sages from the akademiya gave you your entire life, as the greater lord rukkhadevata "died" and sumeru was in a period of chaos because of it.
so you ran. ran more than you ever though you would in this life.
eventually, you almost passed out, reaching the fields and mountains of liyue, stranded alone with no help.
of course, as someone who survived alone and remembers their past life, you managed, you also found a small family that took you in, a farmer and his seamstress wife, they had a young daughter, she was at the very least three years old.
with your intellect and memories, you were used to gardening and farming, growing enough for a month and selling your own personally grown stuff to repay the kindness the family gave you. stardew valley and minecraft core if you ask me
you also got a job! shocking, i know, but you became a chef, as in your prior life you had an unexplainable love for cooking and baking.
because of the mora you got, you wanted to make an offering for the adepti that protected liyue, well, you mostly wanted to see xiao but shhh
for the offering, you made almond tofu and a hand crafted doll, leaving it at a shrine built for the adepti. the doll being blessed to have good dreams or at the very least relax the person who held the doll.
what you didn't know, was that because of you, xiao's favorite food became almond tofu and kept the doll you made.
the few following days after, you finally met xiao, as the boy walked around after a fight, multiple bruises and wounds laying on his body. and obviously, you wanted to patch him up, but he tried to refuse. key word: tried.
you weren't going to let the damn guy move on with those nasty wounds on his body bother him, so with stubborness and a little bit of almond tofu, you got to patch up his wounds.
he promised to pay you back, with it being him protecting you from the shadows whenever you'll be in liyue.
of course, you only requested him to hang out with you in the farm at least once two weeks. he hesitantly complied. he still didn't stop watching you from the shadows though
zhongli was curious of the "mortal" that patched up xiao when he came back to him, as both of them know that he doesn't patch them up.
so he observed you. well... observing is an understatement, he was practically stalking you, a trenager that helped an adepti.
after some weeks, xiao hesitantly lets zhongli finally meet you.
for the first time since the archon war, it was.. peaceful with you. like a fresh breeze of air while drinking a warm cup of tea with your favorite person.
the three of you became close, but things always have to happen.
while zhongli was mourning guizhong, you seemingly dissapeared from liyue, only leaving a jade necklace behind.
zhongli and xiao mourned the loss of one of the most important people in their lives together.
you weren't kidnapped or anything, you just resignated from your job and left liyue after talking about it to the family that took you in all those months ago.
they were sad, yes, but they knew you needed freedom and had a right to leave, so they accepted it, the three of them giving you three seperate gifts, an empty journal, a travelling outfit, and a small photo of all four of you together.
you soon after left for mondstadt.
of course, you still wanted to be a chef, so you may or may not have made a moving stand on wheels.
because of that, you were titled by your customers "little chef".
you travelled from mondstadt to sumeru, fontaine, inazuma, shneznaya and natlan back and forth, acquainting yourself with various people from all over teyvat.
of course, after a few decades, you met the traveler and her/his companion, paimon.
with the feeling of pity and multiple connections from all over teyvat, you declared yourself as lumine's/aether's unofficial guide, temporarily closing your moving restaurant to help him/her.
let's just hope that zhongli and xiao aren't mad at you for leaving liyue, though! :)
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exocara · 1 month
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I think a magical girl AU for KHR (i know ive made one but discard that) could work in hilarious ways with reborn arcobaleno being tsuna's magical guide. And he doesn't want to be a magical girl (or boy but to me magical girl is a genderless job term like doctor and mafia boss) but like, what's he gonna do when a monster attacks the school and kyoko-chan is in danger? Save her of course. He's glad PE got cancelled though.
Then once he gets a taste of being able to save people he starts doing more and more. Then you can have gokudera joining in like kyoko from pmmm, a rival magical girl from another town moving into the territory. Who is his magical companion? No fucking clue. You decide.
Hibari gets tilted that this fucking magical girl is IN HIS TERRITORY and DOING HIS JOB and FIGHTING THINGS WITHOUT HIM that he keeps trying to track MG!Tsuna down. Hijinks happen with Tsuna being able to assume his nondescript normal boy form and narrowly escaping hibari every time.
Yamamoto finds an idol in MG!Tsuna because she's always trying her best all the time! He joins the fan club. Thinfs get very awkward for Tsuna when Yamamoto finds one of the MG weapons in Tsuna's possession but incorrectly assumes its a toy version tsuna made because tsunas a fan too. They attend the fan club together.
Mukuro obviously is either a magical girl gone rogue or working for the nebulous magical girl enemies that gets converted to being somewhat allies against a greater threat. Likely mukuro's crew got targetted by the nebulous enemies, leading to mukuro and tsuna having to work together to rescue them.
Ryohei's just there. I dont really know what to do with him. He should have the funniest fucking crush on MG!Tsuna.
Lastly reborn and the other arcobaleno are revealed to be under a curse, as you do, and that they were the previously chosen magical girl group or something and this is the end result for every magical girl like pmmm or, well, khr
Im sure I'm missing stuff DO @ me abt it
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eurovisijan · 3 days
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Hear me out~
In some random museum, Jan is a muse/subject inside a painting and Nace is a statue. One day, they are both placed in the same room.
At night, everything in the museum comes to life and they meet.
I HAVE SO MANY JANCE WIP BUT THIS IS SO GOOD I WILL START A DRAFT
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MDZS/CQL Prompt #5: Wangxian - childhood friends reconnect
Wwx and Lwj were neighbours as kids and good friends
During a normal fight with his brother, when they are around 8-10, Jc tells Wwx that "Lwj is only nice to you because he is in love with you".
Wwx, who is not yet aware that he is not straight™ from then on feels uncomfortable around Lwj and starts to distance himself from his friend (I imagine Lwj to be around 2-3 years older than wwx in this au, as younger children you're not interested in having a crush on you might be 'cute/adorable' while older people usually isn't 😅)
They lose contact completely as they grow older (either because they've both finished school and move out, or because jfm and yzy split up and jfm moves out with the kids (at least with wwx as yzy doesn't want him to stay),...)
Jyl moves into the house once she starts her own family and lwjs brother lives in the neighbouring house
When they're both in their twenties wwx visits his sister and is outside playing with his nephew, when he sees Lwj in the neighboring garden (maybe buried in a heap of bunnies? Or just standing there looking at him and waving shyly?)
Wwx is overjoyed to see Lwj again after such a long time (and holy shit when did this cute and shy kid get so fucking hot?!)
They start talking (or wwx does) and wwx drops that he is not straight™ (eg. By mentioning his most recent breakup with his boyfriend) and they end up going on a date and (finally) getting together.
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braveandsnipe · 3 months
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✨ hiiro and taiga stories ✨
i don’t have the energy to write these fully, but i’ve been having thoughts. if i did write these, their ao3 tag would have 69 stories!
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hiiro makes taiga a cake (inspired by that chara. book quote)
the CR crew goes on a vacation (or something) and one of them decides to invite taiga and nico. once they get there and pair off into rooms, hiiro and taiga are forced to share a bed, to varying results. aka, kiriya is a.. imp (?). (i may have made a post about this one i don’t remember)
hiiro likes when taiga holds him because he’s bigger and keeps him warm. i feel strongly about hiiro hating cold weather. (also kind of inspired by a chara. book quote)
.. times taiga kissed hiiro on the forehead and one time hiiro did it back. (i’ve made several tweets about this one lol). 3 inches may not be a lot, but i’m fixated on it.
hiiro and taiga take a shower together because all of my ships take a shower together. (unless you’re shipped with ikki, in which you take baths instead)
hiiro is sick and ends up in taiga’s black shirt because it smells like him (i did actually start writing this one ahh)
hiiro and taiga start with with some kind of friends with benefits relationship, but hiiro wants more. (based off prompt 14. i also started wiring this, but it’s still a draft and will probably stay as one)
hiiro finds taiga using the chronicle gashat and has to reassure him his life is worth it and tell him he should stop hurting himself. (this one has two paragraphs written for it :o)
impulsive kiss during one of hiiro’s collar grabbing fits. (inspired by the brave and snipe v-cinema and hiiro in general)
something using these prompts: “H-How long have you been standing there?” / “You weren’t supposed to hear that!” / “Do you want help with that?” (i literally don’t know wtf i was planning with this lol)
bonus: taiga and noël (lupat) talk about how they have fallen for people with deceased girlfriends, whom they still love. (i wrote a small bit for this)
bonus 2: nico and taiga make heart shaped waffles (i might have made a post about this too i don’t remember). this has nothing to do with hiiro, but i have no where else to put it
also i found this prompt
Would I tuck them in bed and kiss them on the forehead? Yes. Would I fuck them in bed and then pepper kisses all over their face? Also yes. But neither of those options have to mean anything.
and i feel like this is something taiga would say idk
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parallelpie · 3 months
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First off this absolutely cursed AU was inspired by Lemonomelette and a post they made -X Secondly I imagine it all being about bots and cons trying to one up each others factions and not actually helping in any serious way because their too busy with their own faction bs.
Think of two rival car dealerships across the street one upping each other to get business and instead of business with cars its interstellar robot fairys trying to woo sm children to let them grant their inconsequential wishes (which may or may not be worth it) instead of the other guy next door.
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introspectivememories · 5 months
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it's always distinguished lesbian momo with disaster gay todoroki. we need to flip the script. disaster lesbian momo with distinguished gay todoroki. tddk are practically living together in shouto's japanese style dorm meanwhile momo flies in every morning, hair a mess, slamming that shoji door open, talkin bout "todoroki-kun! kyouka touched my knee this morning! do you think she likes me????"
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boigyu · 3 days
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idol au where you have heeseung as your phone wallpaper and accidentally show it on live
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velvetwyrme · 1 year
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❤️❤️❤️ // Where the Daffodils Grow: Chapter 11
Some fanart for the amazingly talented @sweetlilbird! This scene was!!! Really cute!! (anyway go read their fic it is very fun)
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foldingfittedsheets · 4 months
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One of my earlier jobs in life was at a little pizza place. I worked there when it was first starting up. It’s the only job I’ve ever been fired from and it was because a new manager came in and cleaned house. Because my state requires a reason to be fired he said I used too much pepperoni. So now on job applications I get to write that I was fired for “excessive use of pepperoni.” Never fails to get a laugh.
Anyway! For this story to make sense I’ve first got to set the stage. This pizza place started out as the Wild West of management but one of the original investors was super committed to work programs through the prison. We hired a ton of ex convicts and they were all, to a one, super hyped on Christianity. Like born again for the sole purpose of lauding Christ with their every breath.
I hadn’t been working there long but I’d definitely noticed the Jesus bug had gone around, and as I’ve never been religious at all I tried to steer clear of the topic for my own safety.
The day our story takes place, I was folding boxes. Anyone whose ever worked pizza can attest, there’s so much box folding. It’s something that happens at every lull, the pizza machine demands box folding on a grand and epic scale.
On my right folding his stack of boxes was a guy wider than he was tall, made of pure muscle, Corey. He was newer on staff, and due to a stutter he didn’t talk much. All I knew about him was that he got hired through the rehabilitation program and had done time.
On my left folding was a tall middle-aged woman who loved to yell at me, Cindy. She and I rubbed each other the wrong way and had nothing in common, leading to a tense working relationship.
We folded boxes in silence. This was really my best case scenario as a quiet Cindy was a Cindy not riding my ass, and Corey intimidated me.
But the weight of the silence grew too much for Cindy, who finally said, “I really want to go to bible school.”
I folded a box. I had less than no idea what bible school even was and I didn’t want to get sucked into a religious topic.
On my right Corey said, “W-why, Cindy?”
“Well, cause I believe what’s in the Bible, but I just don’t know it all.”
He nodded sagely to this.
Cindy continued, “And every time I sit down to read the Bible I get real sleepy. And I know it’s the devil.”
It’s so hard to convey her tone in written format. It was delivered with the emphasis and exasperation of an inevitable inconvenience. Like, I just know it’s the squirrels eating the bird seed.
I froze in place at this pronouncement. My only exposure to Lucifer was Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics and I was trying to mentally twist into a frame of mind where The Morningstar cared enough about this one middle aged lady expanding her knowledge of the Bible that he followed her around cursing her with sleepiness when she picked it up.
I think I expected Corey to say, “Well that’s silly,” or something to acknowledge what a bizarre thing Cindy had just said.
Instead he said, “Yeah!” In a tone of complete agreement.
I didn’t look up. I tried to keep my face neutral at this development.
But something must have shown. Corey said, “You don’t believe in God?”
I shrugged casually and said, “If I did I wouldn’t talk about it at work.”
“C-cause it’s t-true. If y-you t-ry to r-read the B-bible on unsanctif-fied gr-round the d-devil m-makes you s-sleepy!”
I made a noncommittal sound and fled into the back room.
Over the next week it drove me crazy though. The logic of it wouldn’t leave me alone so finally one day when it was just Corey and I in front, and the restaurant was empty, I said, “Hey man, I have a question.”
He shrugged and listened.
“I really don’t mean this with any disrespect, I just genuinely want to know about the logistics-“
“J-ust ask.”
“Okay, so if Cindy gets tired when she reads any book, is it only the devil making her tired when it’s the Bible?”
His face went purple with fury and he yelled, “F-fuck you!” at my retreating back as I fled once more into the back room.
It will forever remain a mystery.
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 1 year
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i will never get over how FusionFall put those two together to be in a tutorial introduction, because they were both 'cool kids' of that era, but objectively Ben10 is a dorky overly dramatic cool kinda vibe while Numbuh 5 is just the coolest kid on the block but is chill about it vibe. they would indeed make a fun battle team-up
also why tf Ben just fistfights his way out of his battles when his watch aint working, use a bazooka or smth dude smh
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roarriita · 25 days
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my everything • ellie williams
a/n : fanfic idea where ellie’s spiderwoman and you’re tony stark’s daughter? idk, i might write this, i might not. i just wanted to get this out. [ both you and ellie are 18 y/o and seniors in high school ]
“just make a move on her.” jesse groaned, annoyed by your constant whining over the girl you share last period with.
“fuck, no.” you cursed. “she is way out of my league.”
“psh.” jesse scoffed. “she’s a loser, just like you. if anything, she’s right in your league.”
you rolled your eyes. “by out of my league i mean she’s hot and i’m—-“ you stepped outside the school building. “me.”
“you’re adorable.” jesse assured. “i would call you hot but you’re like my sister and i’d rather jump off a cliff than call my sister hot.”
you looked over at the disgusted look on his face and laughed. suddenly, you bumped shoulders with the girl you were just speaking about. “shit.” she cursed.
“i’m sorry, are you okay?” you nervously asked her, ignoring the pain coming from your shoulder.
“i’m fine, im the one who should apologize, i was in a rush and not paying attention.” she said, pushing a loose strand of her auburn hair behind her ear.
her pale green eyes left you in dreamy state. jesse quickly smacked your shoulder, urging you to say something to the girl you’ve been crushing on since freshmen year. you managed to cough out the first thing that popped into your head. “your eyes remind me of limes.”
“um…” ellie squinted her eyes in confusion. jesse face palmed, feeling the second hand embarrassment. “thanks…?”
“you’re welcome!” you said a bit too loudly, a big nervous smile plastered on your face.
“im gonna go now.” ellie smiled awkwardly.
you waved before she turned around to walk away.
“be careful, run responsibly!” you shouted. she turned her head to confirm she heard you while chuckling.
your smile immediately dropped when she disappeared into the building. “yeah she’s never going out with you now.”
you turned to jesse and punched his shoulder. “ow.”
“i gotta go.” you muttered.
“hey, i was joking.” jesse followed after you. “im sure she wasn’t too weirded out.”
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fuctacles · 2 months
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sports au!!!!!
The booth was stuffy and smelled like it’s been forgotten for a decade. But the equipment was new and the glass pane was cleaned up, giving Eddie a clear view of the court.
“Is this a good moment to say I don’t know the rules?”
The coach, and his PE professor, looks one step away from murder.
“Just remember our team is wearing green.”
“Yes sir!”
The man squints at him with clear distrust so Eddie gives him his widest, purest smile.
“Good thing nobody’s listening to the campus radio.”
The joke’s on him; Eddie has garnered a lot of listeners over the past months. Listeners that he might lose after hosting a live sports event. 
“Don’t be too weird. I might send you someone to help with the rules so you don’t completely ruin it.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder, his palm so heavy it feels like he’s trying to pin him into the chair, before disappearing behind the door in the back. Seconds later he’s visible walking down the steps to his team.
Eddie looks at his watch. It’s going to be the longest four hours in his academic history. 
He turns to the concsole, frowns at the unfamiliar dials and switches and focuses on the ones he knows. Tunes everything to his best ability, takes a breath, and clears his throat before starting the broadcast.
“Hello, students of Indiana University! I know it’s a Friday night and you were hoping for some nice tunes to party to, but prepare your pillows for a nap instead because you’ll be listening to a football match. No, wait, basketball. I’m pretty sure. 
Anyway, dunno why you’d listen to a match instead of going to see it, but ya boy needs to pass PE this term so here we are. 
And here comes our team! The green ones. It’s greens against blues tonight, folks.”
“Tigers versus Roaches, actually.”
Eddie turns around and sees a tall boy enter his studio.
“First of all, who the fuck names their team Roaches. Second, we have an intruder in the studio.”
The boy extends his hand unfazed.
“I’m Lucas, your interpreter. Since I’m benching for the first half anyway.”
“Booo, I was just going to make up rules as I go. Now you’re gonna make it boring.”
But he shakes his hand anyway and lets Lucas sit on the chair next to him.
“Careful, I’m a dedicated listener. My friends too, you’d probably lose your whole audience.” He smirks. Eddie scoffs.
“I’ll let you know, tiger cub, that many people listen to Munson’s Midnight Metal Madness.”
“I meant the DnD show.”
Eddie looks at the boy, his neat haircut and team jersey.
“Really?”
“Yes, and I’d love to talk more about it later, but now let’s introduce my teammates.”
Eddie hands him the microphone to spit out names he’s never heard before and whatever their bearers' positions were. He hopes the coach doesn’t mind it. All Eddie could do was like, comment on their appearance. Which…
“Where did you get that one from? America’s poster boy catalog?”
He watches Lucas’s face twitch with the effort not to laugh.
“That’s Jason Carver. He’s vice-captain now and will take over the team once Steve graduates later this year.”
“Which one’s that?”
“He usually comes out last.”
Eddie asks about the important stuff - the team's average height and where Andy got his haircut. He looks over the group of young men appraisingly.
“You know what, if I knew y’all play in these funky white socks and guns out I might have gotten into sports commentary earlier.”
Lucas chuckles, but Eddie's on a roll. 
“Especially with such a great co-host, Lucas Sinclair! He’s not on the court yet but he’s being an invaluable source of lore in the studio. Don’t think I’d forget about you, man.” He nudges the younger student. “What’s your specialty on the team?”
“Well…” Lucas scratches his cheek sheepishly. “I’m probably the fastest and my throws are pretty good,” he admits. “Oh, that’s Steve!”
Eddie looks to the right, where a dude with Harrington on his jersey walks in, smiling wide to friends and families watching. 
“Damn, that’s some magnificent hair,” Eddie whistles.
“Yeah, that’s kinda what he’s known for. This hairdo lasts through the whole game, dunno how he does it.”
“He’s gotta give me some tips, because I look like a wet rat by the end of the day. And I don’t even do sports.”
“I’m pretty sure you look like a wet rat no matter the time of day.”
The jab was true but even if it wasn’t, Eddie had a more important thing to focus on right now. 
“Does your captain have a tattoo?” he asks, squinting through the window. He was pretty sure it was ink that was peeking from the bottom of Steve Harrington’s shorts, but it was so out of place on a college athlete, he needed a triple take and the ‘ask the audience’ lifeline to make sure.
“Yep. The coach says it makes him look like a criminal,” he snorts, showing what he thinks about it. “Steve said he regrets not getting it somewhere more visible so more people could see tattoos are not for criminals and rockstars only.”
“Your captain is a smart guy,” Eddie grins, almost sighing into it, to his utter horror. Just a glimpse of a hot guy from afar, a peek of a tattoo, and hearing of his liberal views was apparently enough to make his heart beat faster.
“The best I ever knew,” Lucas admits and it sounds like a Story, capital “s” and all. His next words confirm that. “Our friend group is planning matching tattoos and we are still talking him out of getting it above the neckline.”
Eddie barks out a laugh. 
“Sounds like a savage. I gotta meet your captain sometime soon.”
It’s at this point they notice the coach gesturing at them angrily and they get back to commenting on the game that’s about to start.
“Okay, so explain to me which laundry basket is ours…”
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“Okay okay okay. So number four is a tank, yeah? He blocks the other players. Six is a rogue, who slips between the cracks. And number one, your captain, is a warrior who goes for the attack.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“It’s like LARPing for normies,” Eddie realizes in awe and Lucas laughs so unexpectedly he starts to cough. 
“Sinclair! You’re in!”
They both jump at the sudden appearance of the coach. Lucas springs up from his seat.
“Yes sir!”
“It was a pleasure to host with you.” Eddie smiles at his new friend.
“You too. Catch you after the game?”
“Sure.” He smiles brightly, his head already swimming with ideas of how to fuck over Lucas’ future DnD character. Because playing together was inevitable, the dice were thrown, and the plot was in motion. 
Lucas passes by the coach who now turns his attention to Eddie.
“You’re doing good, don’t ruin it.” He looks in pain admitting that. “I might send someone else to help you out.”
“Thanks, coach.” Though Eddie doubts he’d be vibing so well with anyone else on the team.
Just five minutes later though, he’s proven wrong.
“Heard you’ve been curious about my tattoo?”
Eddie's so startled he knocks the microphone down and yanks out the cord in his haste to turn around. 
“Captain!” he yells like a dumbass, faced with the hair and boyishness of no one else but Steve Harrington. 
“Radio-man!” Steve yells back with a wide and teasing smile. “I’ve heard so much about you, man, you have no idea.” He steps closer. “My kids love your show.”
“Your kids?”
“My, uh, younger friends. I used to babysit them and it kinda stuck,” he admits with an awkward smile. Steve is nothing like the typical jock he’s come to expect and he’s everything Lucas advertised.
“That’s adorable, man.”
“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouts. He honest to god pouts.
“Not laughing!” Eddie raises his hands placatingly. “There’s nothing bad with a family-tight friend group.”
“Damn straight.” Steve smiles and sits on the chair vacated by Lucas. He eyes the microphone lying prone on the desk. “Technical difficulties?”
Eddie rushes to fix his equipment.
“You could say so,” he murmurs, trying to busy himself with the tangled cord. But a hand stops him before he can plug it in.
“We’re off the air now, right?”
Eddie looks over the control lights on the console.
“Yeah. Why?”
“You have beautiful eyes.”
“What?”
When Eddie woke up today, he knew his day would be weird. No day spent in a sports facility could be normal or pleasant. It was confirmed when he made a new friend with a member of the team, who was a listener of his DnD podcast. But the team captain hitting on him? That’s not your regular weird, that’s a bad strain of weed kind of weird.
“Lucas sent me over claiming a guy my type might be hiding here.”
It takes everything from Eddie not to take a look around. Logically, he knows there’s no one else in the booth. But his brain refuses to connect the dots. He licks his lips and cringes at the wet noise his mouth makes.
“What’s your type?”
Steve tilts his head and hums like he’s in thought.
“Weird, smartass nerd, as it turns out. With big brown eyes and great hair.”
“Uh, thank you?”
Steve only smiles at him, soft before it turns teasing.
“Wanna see my tattoo up close?” he offers. 
“Gosh, yes,” he admits with zero shame, eyes flitting down to the man’s legs. Was he curious about what type of tattoo a gorgeous sport-type guy would get? Yes. Did he want to ogle some hairy thighs? Also yes. It’s a two-in-one kind of deal.
The coach waves at them angrily to get back on the air, but Steve promises to tell him everything about S.S. Robin after the game. And no, Robin is just his best friend, Eddie doesn’t need to worry about her.
“In fact, wanna be my date to the after-party later? The kids will freak out when they meet you.”
How could Eddie say no to his fans' worship?
And to Steve’s hopeful eyes and the slight squeeze he gave his hand.
“Mingling with jocks in my free time?” Eddie turns his palm up to squeeze back. “Sure, let’s make this day even weirder.”
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ninjautistic · 4 months
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This is for the greenflame Ninjago shippers out there
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The creator of Ninjago; Tommy Andreasan, claims kai to be brother and even father figure to Lloyd, THEREFORE GREENFLAME IS CANONLY WEIRD, SUCK MY ASS 🗣️🗣️🗣️
CANON BROTHERS REAL 😋💚♥️
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jtl-fics · 11 months
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Fluent Freshman - Part 04
PREVIOUS
I really gotta figure out a name for this kid but it’s not today. I lean towards no one, aside from Wymack, actually knowing what his first name is. Dan’s the one that recruited him to be her replacement dealer so his first name has been lost to time.
They all refer to him by his last name which is, of course, something incredibly nondescript and boring. It’s Smith. He has brown hair and brown eyes, his hair isn’t scraggly or especially stylish, he’s perfectly average in height and BMI. Andrew is irritated that someone he regularly hangs out with of his own free will is so boring looking.
But he kind of respects how Fluent Freshman just flat out says no when Andrew says he should dye his hair something interesting. Doesn’t get irritated or say any reason why he’s not going to do that. Just a No. Andrew drops it because of course he does.
He doesn’t know that Fluent Freshman spends 20 minutes looking at hair dye the next time he goes to the near by CVS for his Pepto Bismol and the prescription that Abby referred him to go get. He looks at all the colors and is like “I cannot possibly dye my hair. I would look stupid / all the other foxes have the hair colors I wouldn’t look stupid in and they’d think I was COPYING their look.” He goes to the aisle where his Pepto is but it’s completely cleared out.
He, very bravely, does not just burst into tears. He gets his prescription and walks up to cash out and the girl is the usual one who helps him. She sees him and goes “OH, I kept some Pepto behind the counter for you. Do you want a bottle?” she asks. Fluent Freshman is the Pepto Bismol guy, his purchases so noticed and embarrassing that they saved some for him when they ran low. He says yes and swears to never come to this CVS again.
Fluent Freshman sees Captain Neil coming up unexpectedly while he’s doing some leisure reading of a Russian novel and Fluent Freshman has never moved so quickly in his entire life to stash it into his backpack pull out some gen-ed math assignment.
Captain Neil stops at his table and asks him how his ulcer is the next time they  and FF considers the merits of a trade school. Out loud he says “It’s fine.”
Neil gives him a look.
FF is pale and his eyes are darting rapidly between Neil and something in the distance (the OPEN backpack next to the seat Neil is in with the RUSSIAN NOVEL. AN AMATEUR MISTAKE) and Neil thinks he finally understands why his teammates hate when he says he’s fine when he’s obviously not.
He decides it’s not something to tackle right now and passes along some probiotic yogurt that Andrew had given him to pass onto Fluent Freshman when Neil had said he was going to hang out with him while Andrew was in class. Fluent Freshman takes it and then Neil helps him with his math homework while he helps teach Neil Spanish.
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