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metalhoops · 1 year

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Steve never liked the cities.

They were always too crowded, too noisy. He liked Hawkins. He liked a quiet life in the suburbs. It was part of the reason he’d never gone to college, that and having to worry about his adopted band of misfit kids and the hell dimension that opened every year. Yet, somehow he found himself on a weekend trip to Chicago.

It was all Eddie’s fault. He had to pick some things up from a music store in town for the band, he’d mention strings or amps. Steve only half understood. It was an excuse for Eddie to take his van to Chicago. Steve had been surprised to find himself invited.

“You never leave town since Vecna went dark, dude. How are you going to travel around with six kids and a Winnebago if you never leave Hawkins?” Eddie asked, somehow managing to convince Steve to join him.

They took turns driving Eddie’s van. Eddie’s choice of music was questionable, but his version of road trip games was even more worrisome. They’d been travelling behind an old truck for the better part of an hour when Eddie kicked his feet on the dash and questioned,

“What do you think would be the worst way to die right now? Because I’ve spent the past half hour watching that guy’s toolbox rattle around and I’m convinced a nail gun to the head would be a killer way to go.”

Steve should’ve known better, but he’d give anything for a distraction from the long stretch of road.

“Probably getting set on fire at a pump while you insist you need a smoke the second we pulled over at the last gas station,” Steve noted, switching on his indicator and passing the vehicle, using all the horsepower the poor-beat up van had.

“And here I was thinking I had a twisted imagination,” Eddie spoke, before listing off a series of more gruesome scenarios.

By the time the two reached their motel, Steve felt strangely lighter. Whether it was the distance from Hawkins and the trouble it had caused him or because he and Eddie had spent an hour listing out worst-case scenarios until they felt comical and absurd instead of real and imminent threats, he didn’t know. Being trapped in a town with a rip in the fabric of space and time had a way of making you always feel on your guard. That night the two slept quickly and soundlessly.

It was when they walked through town Steve remembered why he hated cities. He was left shuffling through unfamiliar streets, elbow to elbow with strangers, trying desperately to keep up with Eddie as the man weaved and ebbed with the crowd as Steve used to slice through water. Eddie was one with the city. Steve was apart from it.

Without thinking, Steve reached out, grabbing onto the hem of Eddie’s jacket, letting himself be guided. Eddie showed him where to step, how to move. He kept his head down and followed Eddie’s lead to the music store. Much to his surprise, when they were all done, and once more ready to head back into the fray of the foot traffic, Eddie offered the crook of his elbow for Steve to hold onto.

“Hey, it’s easier than you almost tugging a hole in a perfectly good jacket. You don’t have a good track record, Harrington,” Eddie teased. He had a point.

He hadn’t meant to make a habit of it. Yet the small action of latching onto Eddie to keep him at arm’s length followed the two back to Hawkins.

The thing about hanging out with Eddie was that the man was surprisingly hard to keep up with. He was always rushing places at the drop of a hat, jerked one way or the other by whatever flight of fancy caught his attention.

He’d be beside Steve at the Family Video store one minute, then darting to the horror section driven there by some tangential conversation, which then of course, would lead him to remember some old sci-fi film and send him running to the sci-fi section, only to find it lacking. That would lead him to Robin and their extensive movie catalogue on the computer, all the while, he’d still be talking to Steve. He found it easier to keep up with Eddie if he had a hold of him.

He’d find his fingers tucked into the crook of Eddie’s elbow, hooked in the chain of his jeans or clinging to the cuff or hem of his shirt and trailing in the wake of him.

Contrary to popular belief, Steve wasn’t an idiot. Not when it came to social situations. He knew being extra touchy with Eddie was something he could only do in certain situations. He was hyper-aware of it when he’d made the mistake of hooking his thumb into the back pocket of Eddie’s jeans in the arcade. The two had driven the kids there and were wasting time bouncing between watching the kids and playing pinball.

A group of teenagers had been gawking at the two already, likely trying to work out what twist of fate had landed the former king of Hawkins High and current school Freak together. With the action, the mumbled whispers turned into slack jaws and less favourable words muttered just loud enough for Steve to hear.

Steve wasn’t an idiot. He knew what it looked like. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want it to be like that, not that he’d voiced any of it. Not yet. He needed to do it in a town where people didn’t know his name, so people wouldn’t talk if he was reading Eddie all wrong. He didn’t think he was, he was good with reading people.

In a crowd, holding onto Eddie was okay. On their increasingly frequent trips to the city, Indianapolis, Chicago, and Fort Wayne. When no one else could see, that was okay. In small-town Hawkins, in broad daylight, it wasn’t.

Steve suddenly understood the appeal of the city.

#steddie #steddie fic #drabble #steddie drabble #ficlet #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #inside your brain there are two wolves #one is a headcannon #where you want Steve and Eddie to stay in Hawkins #have some small town bliss and break the cycles of generational trauma #while the other headcannon #wants them to move to a big city like Chicago or San Fransisco #and live their best open gay life #this was born of that conflict #Metalhoops writes

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shallowseeker · 8 months

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Beach Boys

Dean hates that this beach is public.

There’s too many noisy folks, and now a roaming wad of douchey bros (you know the type) is courting Sam for beach volleyball.

Sam looks dumbfounded, like he hasn’t noticed how tall he is, and how that might make him first pick for the intramural beach-losers’ draft.

But Sam, being Sam, quirks an easy grin and says “sure.”

Ugh.

Jack throws puppy eyes, and Sam asks if he can play, too. The dude-bros shrug, friendly in that oily, college-keg-totin’ kinda way.

“I’ll play,” Mary says, jumping up and giving Jack a gentle nudge. “Show you the basics.”

Well, Dean doesn’t wanna play.

It’s been Hell getting his overlapping towels just right so none of the friggin’ hot sand grates against his skin.

The group of college bros move off to the net a little ways down from them and plops their enormous Arctic Cooler keg (surprise, surprise) off to the side.

Rowena pulls her sunglasses down, peeks appreciatively at the mass of tan, muscly bods, and makes to move her entire setup closer, umbrella and all.

“You comin?” she trills.

When Dean shakes his head, she pulls off her oversized hat and plops it on top of his head.

“Suit yourself.”

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Sam gets the hang of it pretty quickly, but then, he barely has to even jump to spike the ball.

Mary is good—quick on her feet and able to skitter through the thick, ankle-floppin’ sand like a human sand-crab.

Jack is—not good. He misses more than he passes, and his first serve doesn’t even go over the net. The college bros jeer, and Dean squeezes his empty beer can hard enough that it crunches.

He mentally names them: Smirky Opie for the tall redhead, Stifler for sunglasses guy, and A.C. Slater for the dark-haired one.

They’re all dicks.

Dean can tell.

“You can do it!” Mary keeps saying, and Sam just claps his hands like some kind of deranged rec-league coach.

When Jack digs his first spike, Dean whoops for joy. When Sam slams down a kill, Rowena whistles.

///

“They seem to be enjoying themselves.”

Dean hadn’t heard Cas come up.

“Yeah,” he says absent-mindedly. “You got the better stuff?”

Dean peeks up, and Cas’s face is shadowed by the glare of the sun. But he’s got two drinks in hand, one deliciously chocolate and frothy-looking.

“Oooh, gimme.”

Cas dutifully hands over the creamy glass of Bushwacker. Then, Dean watches Cas watch him gulp it down. Finding it difficult to keep his gaze, Dean tracks his eyes back to the game, where Mary misses a block at the net.

“Hold this,” Cas says, and a shorter, orange-colored glass gets shoved into Dean’s free hand.

Dean takes a whiff. Rum?

“Whatcha get?”

Cas’s lips twitch, “Jungle bird.”

Dean fails to hold back a smile. “Nice.”

“Rum, pineapple juice, and Campari, though I can pick out many more molecules than that.”

Cas stoops to snag his own towel, discarded and messy on Dean’s right side, then snaps it mid-air, sending tiny granules spraying too near to Dean’s nest of towels.

“Hey.”

“Sorry.”

Cas re-spreads his towel and settles down, no more than a foot of space between them. Dean glances over, finds him lying flat with both eyes closed.

Cas’s hand shoots out expectantly, and with a fond snicker, Dean sets the Jungle Bird in his open palm.

When Cas takes a small swig, his mouth bumps up against the slice of lime hooked onto the glass rim. His unoccupied hand rests against his stomach, looking extra tan against his plain white tee.

Dean kind of wishes he’d move it, maybe drop it strategically into the space between them.

Dean blurts out, “You don’t wanna play?”

Cas squints one eye open. He looks curiously to the volleyball net.

“Not particularly.” Then, “Those males seem somewhat mean-spirited.”

One of the dudes gets hang-time and crams a spike so hard into Sam’s face that Sam barely gets his wrists up to shank it.

Yeah.

“You have more towels than when I left.”

Dean rolls his eyes. So what if he’d hogged the towels? So what if it made more laundry that they'll have to do tonight?

“Sand’s itchy as fuck, man. You see that beach house five doors down? S’got a hot tub built into their deck.”

Cas’s eyes close again, languid and as close to relaxed as Dean’s ever seen him.

“Hot tub. Wouldn’t you find that oppressively hot in summertime?”

“Not at night! That’s the real time to enjoy the beach anyway.”

Cas stares at him for a long time. Dean can’t parse it.

“Yes,” says Cas.

Dean clears his throat and glances back to the game just in time to see redheaded-douchewad-Smirky Opie spike the ball into Jack’s dopey, smiling face.

Blood sprays from Jack’s nose, and Smirky Opie grins wider.

Dean’s blood pressure goes through the roof.

#when i can’t sleep #i say goodbye to summer #ficlets

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sobbing-emoji · 10 months

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Late Night at Bunker 9

Leo Valdez x Reader

** I will be making all my characters gender neutral **

(I am non-binary and it’s so hard finding gender neutral fanfics)

I laid comfortably in a hammock with my ear buds in. My favorite song was playing loudly in my ears as I read my favorite book. The music was to keep out the very noisy machinery happening around me. Leo had decided to wake up in the middle of the night to make phones that don't attract monsters for us demigods, but honestly I'd rather sleep than watch him make phones.

I almost denied his request to join him, but the way he smiled from his excitement made it too hard to resist. So here I was, trying not to fall asleep as Leo worked away.

I turn to my left and see Leo working intently at his worktable. His lips were pressed tightly as he concentrated, adding tiny screws and other things I couldn't identify to a small rectangular box.

"Are you almost done?" I half asked, half whined.

"It's only been like two hours," Leo responded, still not taking his eyes of his work. "Something like this won't be done that fast."

"How long do you think it will take?" I asked, removing my earbuds and closing my book.

Leo looked up, thinking. "Probably like... another 22 hours?That’s not including bathroom breaks and a ten minute nap."

"What?" I shouted, surprised. I sit up, nearly falling out of the hammock. "Dude, can't you do this after a good night sleep? Please? I'm so tiredddd!"

"Fine, you can go to sleep," Leo said, turning back to his phone.

"But Leo," I said, walking to him and leaning on his back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He still didn't look back. "I was hoping we could, like, cuddle?"

"Y/N, I'm really busy," Leo answered. "Maybe when I'm done?"

I groaned. "C'monnn! Please?"

"I can'ttttt!" Leo whined back, mocking me. I grab his hands and remove the items he was holding. I intertwine my fingers with his and spin him around his chair. Pulling him up, I bring him to the hammock. He's smiling and closing his eyes, leaning his head back and bringing no effort to follow me. "Y/NNNN, let me get back to workkk!"

"Nope!" I said, popping the 'p'. I pull him into the hammock with me and he lays on me, his head in the crook of my neck. It seems like he gave in cause he wraps his arms around me and removes his shoes, allowing them to fall with a small 'thump' on the ground. I rub his back and play with his hair. "See. This isn't better than working, is it?"

"Oh the power you hold over me," Leo whispered, laughing slightly.

"I work magic, don't I?" I smirked. Leo giggled.

"Are you sure you didn't give me a love potion or something?" Leo asked skeptically.

"Well, how else was a person like me gonna get with a guy like you?" I whispered.

Leo was silent for a little bit, thinking. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm way out of your league, Leo," I replied, surprised. Obviously he knew that. Right? "You pretty much saved the world, you're part of the Big Seven, you are incredibly smart, and you're so talented. Not only that, but you are incredibly attractive."

Leo remained silent after my statement. He seemed to need lots of time to process my words because for nearly twenty minutes we laid there, warm despite the cold winter breeze that knocked on the door, and comfortable in each others embrace.

"That's really weird," he commented finally. "When I met you, I instantly fell in love. You looked incredibly beautiful. Everything about you made me trip over nothing. After getting to know you more, my situation only got worse. The way you care, the way you love. The way you hide in your hands when your nervous. The silly way you pour syrup on your waffles and pancakes. That dangerous look on your face when you're sparring. The way you move at the speed of light when you hear someone play your favorite show." Leo stopped. He got up and switched positions with me. I was now laying on top of him as he brushed his hands threw my hair. "The way you don't take anything from anyone, no matter their position. I'm the one out of your league. I may be smart, I may be part of the Big Seven, but that's about it. Other than that, under all that, I'm just a repair boy who can't sit still."

I feel tears brim my eyes. I've never been very confident. I've never thought of myself as anything special. Just a kid that can't get my head out of the clouds. But here he was, Leo Valdez, telling me everything I never thought I'd hear.

"I love you, Valdez," I whispered, holding him tighter. I could hear his heart beat speeding up. It was nearly as if I could feel it beating through his chest.

He took a quick breath. "I... I love you too."

He pulled me off of him and sat up. He then brought both of his hands on my cheek and looked at me in the eyes, his smile big and bright. "I love you too."

I smiled and then, we kissed. It was a long, passionate kiss. Full of love. It wasn't inappropriate, or the nasty kisses you see on T.V. It was a genuine, loving kiss.

And I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

Maybe this late night at Bunker 9 wasn't such a bad idea after all.

(Not me making this chapter during class and nearly crying because I'm a total genius for making this.)

#leo valdez x reader #PJO/HOO #PJO #HOO #leo valdez #fluff #oneshot #fanfic

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roseonvenus · 9 months

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okay so I was asked to write a love letter about Ethan Landry asking you to dance but I publishes and empty blog to the question and it deleted the idea with it but I know exactly who the user is and I really hope they don't mind be tagging them but here's the love letter anyways , and thanks for being the first that I write a love letter for @sage-green-matcha (sorry if you don't like it, but I hope you do!) (also! I can't remember if there was anything after they suggested Ethan ask you to dance, if you don't like it, I can always remake it)

Strange You Never Knew— Ethan Landry

Pairing: Ethan Landry x Y/n

Contains: Fluff 💌

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The laughter and voices of the drunk teens intertwined. Bodies collided and moved as the loud music blasted , and worries melted each time someone took a sip from their red cup. Midterms were almost over, and this party was the perfect way to get distracted from the stress the students carried.

Ethan and Chad stood less crowded doorway watching as everyone drunkenly roamed around the noisy room. Chad was talking about– it dosent matter. Ethans eyes were on the girl who was smiling and talking to Tara, Y/n. They had econ together and were in the same friend group. Y/n was more talkative than Ethan was, which was perfect.

She was beautiful. He amways had sweaty palms when she was near. Everyone knew he liked Y/n ,except for Y/n herself. Aside from.her being pretty and outgoing she was so oblivious.

"Dude!-" Ethans' thoughts come to a hold when Chad's hand meets his arm. "Ow– What?" He holds his arm as his eyebrows scrunch together in a questioning way. Chad's eyes linger to where ethans once were , landing on one of his best friends. Chad chuckles shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "You know if you want to make a move on her, you should probably actually talk to her instead of daydreaming about it!" Chad jokes , "What? No way!"

"Ethan, my man! I mean, look at her? What do you think?" The two boys look over at Y/n catching her attention as she smiles at the two , waving at them. "She's gorgeous.." Ethan says breathlessly.

"Great! Ask her out! Ask her out!" Chad repeats excitedly. "Shut up!" Ethan laughs.

"Dude, it's so obvious he's into you!" Tara rolls her eyes , sipping her drink. Y/n laughs shaking her head, "You guys are insane there's no way!" she chuckles, "You're literally stupid!" Tara laughs "Okay whatever" Y/n eyes shift back over to Ethan, who looked to be getting lectured by Chad.

"You gotta have confidence! Plus, look at you man– you're a snack! Practically an entire meal all on your own!" Chad hypes his friend up , seeing it might have worked as Ethans face lights up with a smile, "Really?"

"Yeah! You're Ethan Landry! Hey! Y/n/n!" Chad calls out , striking ethan to get extremely nervous.

"I'll catch you later , Y/n/n," Tara says, walking away as Y/n walks towards Ethan. "Hey guys, what's up?" she smiles."Hey Y/n/n , now that you're here– later!" Chad runs off, leaving nervous Ethan all alone with Y/n

"What? Chad–" Ethan calls out , Y/n laughs slightly. Ethan turns to the girl in front of him , laughing nervously. "So Ethan, how have you been?" she starts

"Oh– uh– , I'm good," he smiles weakly. "I'm so glad you came! I actually like spending time with you. " Y/n admits , those words leaving her mouth made Ethan's eyes widen and his stomach turn. It also may have boosted his confidence even more since his conversation with Chad.

"Um– do you maybe..wanna dance?" He asks as his hands still slightly shake. "I'd love that, E!" she smiles, making his hand and leading him in the crowd of people. As they come to stop and fave eachother a more slower song begins to play.

Y/n smiles, placing her hands without any hesitation around Ethans neck. He , hesitantly, places his hands around her waist. "Is– that okay?" he says softly. She nods.

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star , plays as they sway slowly to the music. "You know–" they both say at the same time , making both laugh. "Go ahead." Y/n signals Ethan to speak first.

"You look really pretty today , Y/n," Ethan speaks gently as he slowly moves Y/n in closer. If their weren't so many colorful party lights, Ethan would've been able to see the redness on Y/n's face, "Thank you , Eth." She laughs nervously. "Sorry! Was that weird?" Ethan begins, anxiously trying not to make her feel uncomfortable."No! no, no, you're good. I think that was very sweet of you, " she comforts him.

Ethan looks deeply into her eyes as she continues to speak. He takes in every feature of her face. Her eyes , hair , lips.

"You know ethan..." Y/n says, catching the boys' attention. "Tara was saying something pretty crazy earlier , about it being obvious that you sort of , maybe , have feelings for me.." her words slow seeing ethans face change emotions "I mean– it was probably just drunk Tara speaking!– we can just forget I even brought it up–" her words are cut off as Ethan pushes his lips onto Y/n's. Her once tense body loosens up as she realizes she actually likes kissing him. Their eyes meet again as she pulls away from him slowly. They continue to dance slowly, not taking their eyes off each other. "I don't think tara was being crazy when she told you i liked you. i find it strange you didn't notice .." he chuckles , Ohh, yeah," was all she was able to say, still wonderstruck from the kiss, and laughing slightly. Ethans eyebrows raise , "I totally and completely understand if you don't feel the same!–"

"–I do!" she speaks, "I do , Ethan. " she smiled softly , leaning her head onto his shoulder as they still moved along with the music.

"That's..really great to know," he smiled, holding her in closely.

'Chad's gonna be so proud of me,' he thought.

#ethan landry imagines #scream 6 #tara carpenter #chad meeks martin #samantha carpenter #mindy meeks martin #jack champion imagine #jack champion #ethan landry smut #avatar way of water #jack champion icons

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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Sorry about that! I requested the Rindou getting caught! Maybe by like Sanzu and/or Ran?

Oooh this is a great angst smut prompt mmkay finally gettin' around to this....

Scratched Up: Sanzu Haruchiyo & Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 602

tw: smut, angst, Kanto Manji timeline

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Please leave a voicemail message after the tone. When you are finished--

Straight to voicemail. Again. Sanzu grips the steering wheel of the car and grunts, biting the inside of his left cheek. If anything, this reaffirmed his feeling since the beginning of this month. You were growing distant, it seemed.

Hours would pass by before a text was answered.

You wouldn't return his calls at all.

You even ignored his invitation to go out and party until the morning after.

So what were you doing?

Or... who were you doing?

Sanzu drives lazily, willing himself to obey the traffic laws for once. It isn't like him, but how you make him feel fuels his desire to walk the straight and narrow path for all of twenty minutes. Maybe this would encourage him to stop doing illicit substances. Or clean up his act and quit posing as a "valuable gang member" to Kanto Manji.

"VIP, my ass," Sanzu growls, lighting the cigarette in his hands and inhaling deeply. He makes it to the apartment before the cigarette is gone, but even that is discarded before he enters, his eyes lidding as he steps on the butt and drives it into the concrete.

A cigarette butt. Sanzu chuckles as he stares at the abused and destroyed item ground to nothing against the pavement. I feel like a cigarette butt. Overlooked, stepped on, disregarded, trash... He's the cigarette butt. And you're the shoe coming down to snuff him out.

"Fuck." The keys on Sanzu's little ring jingle around as he looks for the only one that matters now: your apartment key. When he locates it with a shaking set of fingers and tears threatening to spill over his lids, he jams it roughly into the tumbler and yanks on the door handle.

The scent that hits him used to make him happy. It used to rouse him from a long, endless night of getting high as fuck and encourage him to get his shit together for half an hour.

But right now, it makes him want to vomit.

The smell of sex and noisy moans spill out from somewhere in the apartment, each driving a stone into Sanzu's gut. And when he looks toward the living room, he sees the back of Rindou Haitani's head - that blonde and blue mess of shit Sanzu's offered to have his stylist clean up for months.

Sanzu knows your sounds of pleasure by heart, but just seeing Rindou standing there and you're crying out for him and he's not moving anymore but he can't stay here and watch anymore and it's over and it's over and Rindou is grunting while calling out your name and Sanzu's body is frozen there in the doorway as Rindou cums and smacks your ass so loud that he flinches at the echo it makes and and and--

"Sanzu?" You're facing him now, your clothes clutched against your chest. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Yo, man," Rindou calls out, hurriedly pulling his pants up around his waist and paling as well. "Dude, I'm really sorry about this, but--"

Sanzu just stands there, akimbo and lost.

"Get the fuck out of here! Get lost, you freak!"

Freak.

Right.

Sanzu doesn't do what would be "on brand" and leaves, even closing the door behind him. Perhaps it's the shock, he rationalizes, driving out of the parking garage and turning on some light music to which he can tap his fingers on the steering wheel. Or maybe he'd finally gotten the will to be better. He'll have to thank you later.

#sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani smut #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 11 months

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Being Tsubakihara’s Manager

Tsubakihara x GN! Manager

Warnings: pure fluff

AN: sorry it’s been a while since I posted BUT 👀 I still have a dream to write at least 1 set of HC’s per team because I know each one of these bbys has a fan somewhere. It’s me, I am the fan.

You can’t tell me these aren’t some seriously blushie boys

They will simply perish the moment they find out they have a manager

Literally, they could have no clue who you are but once they find out, watch out

Instant protection squad!

They have like six second years so never fear Yn, you are secure

Coach Osado is actually the one who recruited you

He knew you were a good student and capable of managing a team

When he asked if you still needed a club and you responded “yes”, the deal was sealed 🤝🏻

The first person he’s gonna inform is our amazing third year setter, Echigo

That poor boy is exhausted

Literally carrying the teams moral on his back 😅

Needless to say, he’s stoked about having a manager!

However, Coach Osado and Echigo decide not to inform the rest of the team of you

Because there’s nothing better than a good surprise right?

Right : D

So on your first day, you walk into the gym and the boys are already warming up

They stop and look towards you 👀

Freaking so noisy istg-

They watch as your beauty lights up the space, and they all just stare at you

Literally 👁️👄👁️

Someone better make sure to get a mop because there is drool everywhere!

You smile at them and wave, walking over to Coach as Echigo stands and walks towards you both

Teradomari is super confused 🤨 and looks to his friend for answers

Too bad his friend is Maruyama, who is probably definitely simp #1 on Team YN

“Dude don’t stare at them! We don’t even know who they are!” Tera gritted out as Maru snapped from his thoughts

Literally just these goons all ogling you

Hope you don’t have social anxiety Yn 😅

All the second years, Tsukioka, Mikawa, Iwamuro, Atema, Maiko and Kaikake are silently thanking whomever sent you walking into the volleyball gym

Our precious Angel, Himekawa is just staring at you, face blush red as he watches you laugh at something Echigo says

Suddenly Echigo and you approach the team, a huge smile plastered on your face

“Guys this is Yn, our new manager,” he spoke as suddenly the gym went dead silent

Before ultimately erupting into chaos

“Our manager- as in our teams manager?!?” Maru shouts, standing up before running at you and Echigo for a group hug

“As in the collective groups manager?” Tera added

“Like YN’s gonna be at all the practices manager?” Maiko interjects

Echigo 👉🏻😐🙄 yes

“Wait wait- like YN’s gonna travel on a bus with us to tournaments and stuff?” Tsukioka promoted

You this whole time 👉🏻😅

Coach Osado 👉🏻 rethinking this entire decision

“YES- yes YN is our manager!” Echigo finally said, moving his hands in a circle to indicated that he was including everyone

“I’m really happy to be joining you! Thank you for this opportunity!” You smile as the boys instantly die on the spot from how adorable you are

“I think I’m gonna faint!” Maru shouted as you quickly ran over to him

“Do you need water or something?” You said, concerned as his eyes widened and locked with yours

Thankfully Tera became conscious during this process and quickly intervened

“Umm I think he’s ok Yn, here I’ll show you around,” he said, grabbing your arm as you waved to the boys and began about your first day as the teams manager

Now I wish I could say they chilled out, but they in fact, did not 😬

Sure they didn’t almost pass out every time they see you but man did they adore you

They all clamored to help you in anyway they can

There is no way coach has any issues getting these boys to practice

“YN come help me with spikes!” Mary shouts

You 👉🏻 ok 🥰

“No YN I need you to help me with my cross court shots!” Teru interrupts

You 👉🏻 sure 😃

“YN is going to be too busy helping me with serving!” Tsukioka interjects

You 👉🏻 okey dokey 😅

“I need the most help Yn!” Kaikake whines

You 👉🏻 on it 🫠

Good thing Echigo is there to straighten everything out

“Whoa whoa ok that’s enough fighting over Yn! You guys should learn how to practice on your own!”

You 👉🏻*instant relief* 😌

“Besides Yn is going to be too busy helping me with setting to help any of you,” Echigo adds 🙃

“YOU ALWAYS HOG YN!” Maru shouts as Tera and the entire team join in

You 👉🏻 🧍😀

Despite all their fighting, they do agree on one thing

And that’s protect Yn at all costs!

Seriously you probably have better security detail than most politicians YN

Especially at tournaments

Because these boys aren’t only nervous about the game

But now they have to worry about protecting their innocent Yn from boys 😱

At the qualifiers for nationals, these boys are already on edge

You’ve tried to calm them down by giving them words of encouragement by man are they tense

Coach suggests that maybe it would be beneficial for them to eat something to calm their nerves which you agree

But oops- it looks like you forgot the bentos on the bus

Darn it 😏

Oh well, nothing a short brisk walk won’t fix

Only they boys don’t know you have left them because they are too nervous to even function

And while you are on your adventure, there’s a few players who have been paying extra attention to you

High school hormones 🙄

So when they finally see that you’ve escape the guard and are now alone, they decide to pounce

“Hey there! I didn’t know Tsubakihara had such a pretty manager!” On of the boys said

You just blush and continue to walk, knowing you need to feed your boys

“Man I wish we had a cutie like you on our team,” another one of them says as to you

You continue to ignore them because you have a goal!

Back in the gym, it’s Himekawa who first notices your absence

He’s so nervous that his nervous are almost working for him and making him way more vigilant

He looks around confused before Atema finally says something

“What’s up dude?”

“Umm where did Yn go?” Himekawa asks as suddenly everyone looks up

It’s like the nerves just melt away as they all suddenly start to panic

“Omg YN’s lost! We lost our manager!” Maru shouts

“YN was just here a few minutes ago calm down!” Echigo says as coach interrupts

“I sent YN to get some bentos to calm you boys down,” he says as the boys eyes widen

“Like alone?!?” Teru questions

“There’s so many boys here! We have to find YN!” Iwamuro yells as the boys take off in search of you

By this time, you’ve made it to the bus and the now super annoying boys are still following you 🙄

Like please take a hint we have a job to do ok!

Just as you are about to say something, the doors slam open and your entire team comes running out

Literally it’s like that scene where Ukai runs to save Takeda from Inarizaki’s coach

👇🏻

“LEAVE OUR YN ALONE!” Maru shouts as the boys and you just stare

The boys 👉🏻😐

You 👉🏻🙄

They block you from the other boys as they puff out their chests and assert their dominance

“YN are these hooligans causing you issues?” Tera asks as you stare at him

“I’m fine,” you say

“Why are you bothering OUR manager?” Maiko questions

You 👉🏻 really I’m ok 😅

“We were just making sure nobody hurt them. They were walking all by themselves,” one of the annoying boys said

Oof- that really hit a nerve

“We knew right where Yn was the entire time!” Maru shouted

The team 👉🏻 🤨 we did?

“Yeah we trust Yn to do things on their own!” Atema added

The team 👉🏻 we do?

“So why did you come running-” you started before being interrupted

“Well would you look at the time! Sorry we have to go warm up now!” Tera shouted, pushing you away as the other boys grabbed the lunch boxes and you headed back inside

Once inside the boys deflated, feeling relieved that they had found you safe

“You know, those guys are who we play first,” you smirked 😏

The team 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Oh it’s on now!

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dream-thief-forever-amen · 4 months

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The thing I like best about Word of Honor is all the little couple fights. When they have their over dramatic moments and swear they are walking different paths of just crush each other with words and silence. And not five minutes later they are tiptoeing back into each other’s business. You ain’t still MAD is you can I offer you some fan flirting or eye contact or magical back massage or whatever see there there now we are right as rain… kisses and finger hearts and shit I love them

I also like all the magical martial arts musicians? I’m not sure what that’s about but it’s super fun. Especially when they’re wearing tons of chunky boho jewelry and fabulous eyeliner. Pluck those strings, bitch, play!

Also also the ghosts - I mean I don’t get it - they’re dead but also running around bleeding and hugging and face swapping. And how much overlap is there between the lesbian scorpions and the ghosts are they one and the same is this just a sect I’m so confused but they’re all extra sulky and spiteful so they are my favs and I get upset when one of them perishes - even though they’re already ghosts so… re-perish?

I love it. Please don’t explain a thing to me I honestly am having more fun just going with the flow. Oh, this is happening? Cool, cool.

My boys just drinking nonstop, lounging on rooftops, gently flying through the air. I want a bird to fly past them… like a big V of noisy geese who are like honk honky you silly boys put your backs into it you’re holding up the line here we are moving and you two are just leisurely gliding around like butterflies.

Also that kid had jewelry in his gut this whole time and just sliced himself right up without any warning and I was like HOLY shit little bang boy you are a tough cookie after all. Holding up that black bloody chunk and the dude is like gross let me sanitize this thing first while the little bang boy is like wait you got alcohol over there cause I am in need sir

And I may never recover from the love struck rich dufus telling everyone he spent the night with his crush to protect her secret but also the audacity that cute little minx I wanna squeeze his cheeks and smack his behind and pat him on the head cause he’s got great taste in women that’s for sure - little plucky girl is a true beauty

But not as beautiful and mysterious as evil braid boy and his flawless eyeliner and moonshine facial highlights boy those cheekbones be glowing! I don’t even remember who he is - I assume he wants the blue glass bangle too for the armory or whatever or does he want something else? Baddie I hope you get it all honey you deserve it… that sort of devotion to a goth aesthetic deserves the world - the whole world - where is your soul mate? I feel like he’d be well suited to travel the world with a talking black cat or something…

Sigh.

I don’t get the whole nails in the chest thing either but I like a pitiful man and I love the flirty king who’s determined to save him and I can’t wait to figure out how they’ll get out of this or both die and be reincarnated as geese or whatever is gonna happen down the line it’s too campy to completely break my heart I think so I have faith they’ll pull through and find ways to stay drunk for all eternity together. And forget about the nails what about your livers??? Guess that magic flute cures hangovers too

#word of honor #random thoughts #I don’t even remember what episode I’m on #14?#never end!

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cellard0ors · 1 year

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Fic: Pin Me (2/?)

The auditorium is hot, noisy, and full of people.

Travis hates it

Bobby and Chris, on the other hand, are having the time of their lives. They're chattering back and forth to one another excitedly - shooting around names Travis has never heard of.

Henry Mason, Rick-rollin' Rita, Bradley 'Boulderfist' Johnson, the Hazard twins - just on and on about these famous wrestlers and who they're up against and their special moves and who they think is going to win.

Travis enjoys his brothers' enthusiasm, but honestly wishes he was anywhere else. Well, that's not strictly true. He wishes he was actually still at that bar chatting up Laura.

True, she was clearly much younger than him, but it had been nice to flirt with her and share a few laughs. If he could flirt with her and also share a few kisses, well...

The Hackett brothers find their seats as loud rock music swells and the show begins. Most people either stand or wave signs more than sit, but there are jumbo screens in strategic locations that make viewing easy no matter where you are.

Travis has taken to sitting, because he's honestly not that embroiled in what's going on. He's more focused on eating the overpriced french fries they got and looking at his phone when Chris bends down and nudges him.

"Come on, T! You're missing all the action!"

"I'm good." Travis promises him, "You've seen one muscular dude in tights launch himself into another and roll around, you've seen them all."

"It's not about that!" Chris argues, "It's about the pageantry! The showmanship, the-!"

He stops abruptly, shooting up to stand so he can roar with the rest of the crowd as the ref counts out three, signaling the end of a match as one big sweaty guy has pinned another.

Travis tries not to roll his eyes. He sips his too warm (and also overpriced) beer and hears a very loud announcement about the start of the next match.

Apparently it's for some women's title and the first person out is viciously booed at. The second one announced as the challenger is met with applause and cheers.

Bobby is shouting 'Abi, Abi!' over and over and Travis takes it this is the one everyone is rooting for. A clear voice comes overhead with a sneering swagger, "Well, well lil' Abbie! You really think you're up for this? You really think you can handle me? I'm not just any girl named Emma! I'm EMPRESS Emma and I've been holding this title for six months and nobody, I mean NOBODY, is going to take it away from me!"

The crowd picks up booing again, some people chanting 'Envious Emma' in a rhythmic way Travis finds fairly amusing. Abi now speaks, "You know Emma... you're right. I'm not up for this..."

Again, the crowd is part of the play, cheering Abi on and loudly disagreeing, clearly thinking she is ready, only for Abi to wait out their cries until there's the perfect beat of silence, "...but I've brought someone with me who is..."

Suddenly a metal rock beat rings out, the lyric 'It's Time' hitting the air and everyone around him - Loses. Their. MINDS.

Travis can't help but jump to standing, the crowd erupting with such massive cheering and roaring that it's like a physical tidal wave of sound.

And right there - walking down the highlighted central aisle - is the girl he met at the bar.

Laura.

But she's...very different right now. Mainly because she's wearing very tight black wrestling gear and a grey faux fur wrap.

A howl starts up and everyone follows suit, howling like animals and chanting 'Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!' Laura slides into the ring, beneath the ropes - like she was born to it and Travis watches in awe.

Emma looks horrified and Abi gleeful as she says into the mic, "You remember Siobhan, don't you?"

Siobhan? Travis is confused and he realizes his mouth is hanging open when he shuts and - more importantly - when he nudges Chris, "Who's that?!?"

Chris is applauding and grinning, "That's Siobhan 'the Wolf' Kennedy! Some people also call her the Slayer, because that was her last nickname."

"Nickname?"

"Yeah, these guys do a lot of gimmicks. Try on different names and personas until something sticks. Siobhan's been doing really well since she started going by the Wolf...well, that and moving from a tweener to a full face."

"...a what and what now?"

Chris gives him a look, "Thought you weren't interested."

"I'm not!" Travis returns, hating how he sounds so prissy about it, "I'm just-?"

His words end as Emma cries out and launches herself at Siobhan (Laura) and the match kicks into full gear. Abi goes to the sidelines and cheers Siobhan on as her and Emma trade well executed blows

It's clear punches and kicks are pulled, however the illusion is fun and soon both women start performing acrobatics that Travis can't look away from. They move with strength, precision, and speed.

At one point Emma is lying flat on her back in the middle of the ring while Siobhan climbs the ropes until she reaches the top turnbuckle. Once there she vaults off backwards in a somersault, landing on Emma's middle.

Travis's breath is bottled in his throat from the beginning of the move to the end.

Siobhan gets a pin and the count goes up, narrowly missing three as Emma kicks out. The two women continue the match - Emma doing one supremely impressive maneuver where she manages to hook Siobhan around the face and loop around, bringing her face down to the mat.

Emma goes for a pin after this, but Siobhan kicks out this time. They tussle around some more until, eventually, Laura ends back up on top of the ropes and everyone is shouting 'Full Moon' over and over until she does a sort of diving cartwheel off the top, practically splashing down on top of Emma and pinning her again.

The ref is just reaching three when, out of nowhere, another girl appears and starts attacking Abi on the sidelines. While this distracts the ref, a guy with a backwards baseball cap on appears from beneath the ring and reaches out to grab Siobhan by the ankle.

He drags her off Emma and then gives her head a fake smash into the mat. Siobhan is 'out cold' as Emma slowly rolls up and over top of her while the guy disappears.

The ref - having broken up Abi and mystery girl and never having seen baseball cap guy - goes into a new countdown and this time Emma wins.

The crowd is incensed, furious over Siobhan's loss as Abi rushes to her side and Emma is escorted off by mystery girl. Chris and Bobby are chatting to one another excitedly about Killer Ka and Jacob 'Bropop' Tinker showing up and Travis is at his wits end.

He reaches out and grabs Chris's shoulders, turning his brother to fully face him as he states firmly and clearly, "You're going to explain all of this to me and you're going to explain it now."

#hackearney #travis x laura #my writing #the quarry

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ruki Ecstasy [Epilogue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in Kino’s room in the Ghoul’s manor

Yuuri: Kino. Those two have just left the area. They are headed towardsーー

Kino: Eden, duh? That guy really thinks and acts just like a human would. Although that makes it easier for me to read his moves.

Well then, shall we go after them? ーー Seems like it’s finally our time to shine after all.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden

Yui: ( ...Thank god. The war hasn’t started yet. However... )

Ruki: It’s suspiciously noisy over here. ...I suppose the Vibora will soon launch their attack.

Yui: Anyway, we have to look for Kou-kun and the oth...Ah!

Kou: Ruki-kun!? And M-neko-chan as well!

Yui: Kou-kun!

Yuma: Ruki, ya say!? Took ya long enough, dude! What have ya been up to this whole time!?

Azusa: Ruki...Welcome back...!

Ruki: ...I’m home now. Sorry for taking so long.

Kou: Exactly! Things were so hectic without you arou ーー Whoops. ...Sorry.

Ruki: Sorry for what? Why apologize?

Kou: We shouldn’t say those kinds of things, right? ...That’s why you grew sick of it, didn’t you?

Ruki: ...? What are you talking about?

Yuma: Ya refused to come back home ‘cause we were always naggin’ ya to take care of all the shit, no?

Ruki: ...I have no idea what you’re talking about. I believe you guys might be misunderstanding something?

Azusa: ...Did Kou jump the gun on this one...?

Yuma: Eh? ...Kou, you bastard!

Kou: Wah! Wait, hold up! It’s not my fault, is it!?

A-Anyway, we have more important matters on our hands! The Vibora might come to attack soon!

Yuma: Che, look at the dude tryin’ to change the subject. Shuu will do somethin’ ‘bout that so it’s not that urgent, is it?

Yui: Eh? ...Shuu-san’s here?

Azusa: Yeah...The whole Sakamaki family came.

Ruki: ...Just as I thought. That’s a relief.

However, if it comes to a war, they will most likely need our help as well. Before that happens...

Kou, Yuma, Azusa. There’s something I want to tell you guys.

Azusa: Tell...?

Yuma: ...Seems like it’s somethin’ serious. Let’s head inside first then. Who knows when the enemy will show up here.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall at Eden

Kou: ーー No way...Karlheinz-sama is the one who...?

Yuma: He’s the true mastermind behind that Revolution? ...That’s not somethin’ to joke ‘bout, mate.

Azusa: But...Ruki would never joke about such a thing, would he...?

Ruki: ...Yes. I don’t want to believe it either, but all the evidence points in this direction.

Can you guys...forgive him for his deeds?

Kou: ...

Yuma: ...

Yui: ( ...We knew that it would come as a shock to them. However, Ruki-kun chose to tell them regardless. )

( In which case, I should also confront them instead of running away from the issue. )

...I won’t deny that Karlheinz-san has committed a crime. And perhaps this led to you guys’ misfortune as well.

However...The fact that he saved all four of you is just as much the truth.

Azusa: Eve...

Yui: I’m sorry...Perhaps I’m in no position to say this when I wasn’t there to experience it all.

Azusa: No...That’s not true. I feel the same way.

Even if it was but a mere coincidence that he chose to save us, or even if he had an ulterior motive to do so...

If he had not done so, I would have never been given the chance to be part of such a warm family...

Perhaps it’s because I never once thought of myself as all that unfortunate but...I believe I am able to forgive him.

Yuma: ...Ya do have a point.

I mean, it does make me wonder how things would have turned out if that Revolution never happened. ...I lost many things ‘cause of it after all.

Still...Just like Azusa said, we were given a chance to meet as a result of it.

In that case, perhaps it wasn’t all a mistake after all.

Maybe I would think differently ‘bout it if I was still miserable to this day, but luckily, I can say that I’m happy right now.

Ruki: Azusa...Yuma...

Kou: ...Yeah. I agree with both of them as well.

I’m pretty sure that under normal circumstances, one wouldn’t be able to look past his crimes. Just like...How your biological Father can’t.

However, in our case, we didn’t just have everything taken away from us.

He gave us something back in return as well. Not just anything either...but something incredibly valuable.

To be honest, I’m much happier now than I was as a human. I mean, now I have the best family in the whole wide world!

Ruki: Kou...

Yuma: You’re makin’ me cringe, mate.

Kou: What!? You don’t feel the same way?

Azusa: I do...

Kou: Right? Of course Azusa-kun would understand me~

Yuma: I never said I don’t agree, did I!?

Yui: ...Fufu.

Ruki: ...

Yui: Hey, Ruki-kun. It’s okay now. Everyone...This family you have here, it won’t fall apart no matter what happens.

Ruki: ...

Kou: I’m pretty sure that it’s the hardest on you to acknowledge the things which Karlheinz-sama has done.

But listen, Ruki-kun. Everyone makes mistakes, you know?

We did as well, and I’m pretty sure Karlheinz-sama is no exception to that rule either...

Perhaps he even realized his own mistakes, which is why he tried to start over with a clean slate?

ー Ruki recalls Christa’s words

Christa: That hurtful look in one’s eyes, capable of even making the hearts of those watching ache in pain...What is it that is making you suffer?

Ruki: ...Good question. I believe it is my own self-hatred which is causing this pain.

Christa: ...Fufu, the two of you really are similar.

ー The flashback ends

Ruki: ...I see.

Giving life once more to the people who died as a result of his own mistakes...Might have been his way of trying to start over again.

Ruki: ...Aah, damnit...

Azusa: Don’t cry, Ruki...

Yui: ...No, go ahead and cry if you need to.

You can do so right now. I mean, it’s in front of your family after all.

Yuma: ...Good point.

Ruki: ...It’s true that man might have committed a crime.

However, to me ーー to us, he remains an important individual who made this family possible.

I believe that he is our true Father after all...

Kou: Yeah. Which means that you are our older brother. No matter what happens.

Ruki: Ah...Yeah...

Azusa: Ruki...Uu...

Yuma: You’re cryin’ as well now, Azusa? Geez, my bros are a bunch of crybabies!

Kou: Says the guy with tears in his eyes~?

Yuma: Haah!? Says who...!? ...I mean, she does as well, see!?

Yui: S-Sorry...I’m just so happy...

Ruki: Hah...We really are alike, aren’t we? ...As to be expected of a family.

ー They can hear a commotion outside

Kou: ...That sound just now...!

Yuma: ...So the Vibora have arrived at last?

Ruki: Seems like this isn’t the time for tears.

Let us go. ...Right now, I can proudly say this.

I want to protect Eden. ーー This place which I shared with my family.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lerukiecstasyepilog

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sirtaehyunsalot · 1 year

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What’s His Deal? (pt 1)

pairing: Thomas Valles x fem!reader 💀

one-sidedish love, crack if you squint really hard

warnings: cursing, some racist remarks from white fam 🧍‍♀️, my horrible Spanish, lmk what else

word count: 988 💀💀

AN: im so embarrassed lmfao; i know this movie takes place in the 80s but i didn’t center it arnd that 1) bc i don't know shit about the 80s and 2) bc now u can visualize it in any time period you want. And if you’re not white then you can just act like you were adopted by the White family lmao

You reached into your locker and hung up your bag. Just when you were about to close your locker you heard 3 pairs of footsteps running in your direction. By the time you turned around to see what was happening, it was already too late as one of the boys plowed straight into you, causing you to fall backwards into your still open locker, dropping your things all over the floor and twisting your ankle in the process. Some people who witnessed the whole scene unfold were nearly peeing themselves laughing (you probably would have laughed too if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one experiencing this) and others were looking at you in surprise.

Today was your first day at school in McFarland, California. You already hated this place because it was hot, musty, dirty, noisy, and boring. You and your family had to move here after your dad lost his temper at one of his football players at your old school. Now here you were, in a town where almost everyone spoke Spanish, and roosters woke you up at the ass crack of dawn.

One of the running boys had stopped and turned around to see what had happened to you. When he saw you trying to get out of your locker he turned back around to push the guy that had bulldozed you into the locker.

“Look what you did, ese! Didn’t even bother to apologize” He exclaimed before walking towards you. “Here, lemme help you,” He pulled you up from your locker, closed the door, and started helping you pick up your things.

“Gracias,” You blurted out. You had no idea why you said “thank you” in Spanish, you already knew full well that he spoke English.

“You’re welcome,” He answered with a smile before walking away.

You thought that boy was kinda cute. But you knew a little bit better than to fall head over heels for a dude you had just met and didn't even know the name of just based on looks alone, but you still couldn't get your mind off of that boy. You thought about him so much that during first period you almost didn't hear the teacher telling you to introduce yourself as the new girl in class, which led to you standing in front of the classroom in silence for a good 10 seconds before you realized what you were supposed to be doing. You thought about him in class, at lunch, while you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, and even during the ride home.

“Hellooooo, (nameeee), earth to (nameeee),” your little sister Jamie called out to you from the backseat of your dad’s car.

“What do you want?” You sighed, slightly annoyed that she had interrupted your daydreaming session.

“Who’s that dude?”

“Why would I know anyone in McFarland? We’ve only been here for like 3 days”

“Because he’s really fast!”

You finally looked out of the window to see what this girl was talking about, and what you saw was honestly something out of a superhero movie. The guy that helped you earlier was running. Running as fast as the car you were in!

“But we’re going-” -you pause to check the speedometer- “12 miles an hour-! And he’s able to catch up to the car??”

“Like I said, really fast!”

“Oh, I know him! That’s Thomas Valles, he’s the one that gave me a tour around the school today,” said your other sister Julie, around the same age as you.

“Thomas?” you became flustered at the mention of his name.

“OOOO! (Name) likes him!! Dad!! Get closer, get closer! (Name) wants to be closer to her crush!!” Jamie screamed

“SHUT UP JAMIE! I don’t like him, it’s just that he helped me get myself together when I fell ass first into my locker after one of his ‘amigos’ mowed me down while running in the hallway,” you huffed in annoyance as you remembered all the people that were looking and laughing at you.

Unbeknownst to you however, Thomas had stopped running because he noticed your family stalking him and went to stand in front of your car (not the smartest move on his part.)

“Why are you following me, blanco.” he demanded rather than asked when your dad stopped the car.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” your dad questioned.

“What are you a cop?”

Your father was quite taken aback by Thomas’s reaction to this. The guy didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he was going 12 miles an hour!

“You were running at 12mph, that's pretty fast, Valez,” your dad quipped

Thomas chose to ignore the fact that Mr. White had butchered his name. “Well I obviously don’t have a car, right?”

“Can I give you a ride..?”

“No, but you can stop following me.” Thomas replied before he turned around and continued running off to wherever he was going.

“What’s his deal?” Julie scoffed at the whole interaction. “We were only trying to be nice to him, is this how everyone acts in McFarland?”

“I know right?” Jamie agreed.

“In his defense, I think I would be pretty creeped out too if I was a Mexican boy being chased by a van full of random white people,” you half-joked.

Your family let out a loud laugh at your little joke and moved on to other topics soon after. Although, you on the other hand, were still thinking about Thomas for the rest of the way home. And during dinner. And while you were watching TV. And before bed. And even when you were in bed he still managed to creep back into your thoughts. You were also thinking about the question Julie asked during the ride home. “What’s his deal?” What was Thomas Valles’s deal? You had no idea, but you immediately knew that you wanted to find out.

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This was wild 💀 lmao pt 2 will be coming soon shoot me an ask if you want to be in my taglist

#thomas valles #mcfarland usa #💀#thomas valles x reader #kee writes

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everything-fine-n-peachy · 1 year

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Cold Brew (Johnny au)

Cold Brew - a type of coffee that instead of being brewed with hot water, is done with cold water at a prolonged rate

The Post Grad Series Like a Shot of Espresso

Pairing: Johnny x oc Genre: best friends to lovers, angst to fluff Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of a sex club briefly Word count: 2.1k TLDR: Ga Eul likes things that are permanent that’s why she majored in architecture. Nothing screams permanent like a good sturdy high-rise or a grand family mansion. Johnny, on the other hand, likes to live for the now. They’re best friends and, maybe they’re also head over heels for the other. Maybe.

Note: The rest of the The Post Grad universe may be found on my masterlist. Thank you for reading!

Johnny had to pinch himself multiple times that evening. His brain cells had yet to cross the neural pathway between the warm kitchen in his café and the noisy crowd in his mom’s diner. It was lame the way both Mark and Jaehyun so conveniently said they “forgot” to tell him about this “get-together” until only a couple of hours before.

And now he understood why.

There she was, Ga Eul in the flesh. He had a hard time believing that his last moments with his best friend, or rather, ex-best friend were spent right there two years ago. Life had a very twisted sense of humor. After all those years, Johnny was still right where she left him.

She spoke as if she had never left town. Still the same sass and still the same sense of humor. Still as vibrant, still just as beautiful.

“Dude, you ended up at a sex club because your co-worker couldn’t admit she didn’t understand Dutch?” Mark asked wide-eyed.

“Yup. That was… interesting to say the least.” Ga Eul chuckled before taking a sip of her beer.

“So how did you find your way back then?” Jaehyun asked, half terrified and half amused.

“Who says we needed to find our way back?” Ga Eul replied with a straight face. Mark almost spit his fries out if it wasn’t for Johnny who conveniently handed him a napkin.

Johnny had been quiet for the most part. He already knew she was going to act this way anyway. It was like clockwork whenever she didn’t want to talk about something. Funny how she was so skilled at showing off all these bells and whistles, all these freakish contraptions in the form of stories and jokes from her travels just to avoid acknowledging the elephant in the room. God, did he hate it. But he let her do it anyway.

“So, “ Ga Eul said drawing out the word. She looked around the table before asking, “What’s everyone been up to?”

“Well, I’ve been semi-jobless,” Mark stated

“Don’t let that fool you,” Jaehyun said, reclining in his seat. “Are you gonna tell them about all the offers you’ve been getting since you quit? Or am I going to have to do it for you?” He asked, folding his arms.

“I mean, it’s just a couple of calls here and there,” Mark said with a shrug.

“Take the job Mark.” Ga Eul interjected.

At this point, Johnny took notice of the way Mark’s eyes lingered outside the window. Ga Eul was always the bravest of them all. Seemed like only yesterday when they had a similar conversation about the future. Only then, Johnny had no idea Ga Eul was packing up her life to move far away. That last thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Maybe he has a reason to stay this time,” Johnny said, speaking for the first time since they sat down for dinner. Jaehyun only smiled, the kind that obviously meant he knew something that both Johnny and Ga Eul (maybe even Mark) didn’t.

Ga Eul paused and drew her mouth in a tight line before speaking, “Well, what is it then Mark? We can’t exactly read your mind. Maybe Jae’s girlfriend can but she isn’t here.”

“I just want a little more time, I guess.” Mark finally answered.

“You don’t have to decide now, “ Johnny said, moving to face Mark completely. “You’ve run yourself to the ground for the last two years? Isn’t that one of the reasons why you came home?”

“Well, when you do put it that way, take as much time as you need before becoming a corporate slave again. Johnny’s right.” Ga Eul said before helping herself to some more of her burger.

“Yeah, I mean the freelance scene isn’t too bad and you seem to be enjoying yourself,” Johnny said.

He would never admit how hearing his name from Ga Eul just then sent a tiny bolt of electricity to his entire being. They’d just barely acknowledged each others’ presence. But after two years of no phone calls, what did anyone expect?

“Speaking of freelance,” Jaehyun said perking up, “how would you all like to join career week?” Jaehyun had the biggest grin on his face. The expectant kind, the kind that made you feel like you kicked a puppy if you said no.

Ga Eul laughed. Out of all of them, she had only kept in touch with Jaehyun for the last two years but she was seriously starting to question her decision. “Jae, I know I owe you one. But are you for real? Me in a room full of five-year-olds?”

“Well, the theme was breaking out of the box, thought all of you were in unconventional professions. It would be cool you know.” Jaehyun said, trying to convince her.

“Why do I get the feeling you chose the theme?” Johnny smirked, “It’s giving quirky Aquarius.”

“You say that like you’re not an Aquarius yourself.” Ga Eul replied without missing a beat.

“I’m not-”

“Like other girls? Sure, Johnny whatever makes you sleep better at night.”

At which point Mark chimed in, ”I’m actually willing to participate, maybe teach the class some guitar? I mean, it can’t be that bad, right?”

“Thank you, Mark,” Jaehyun said dramatically gesturing at his friend. “Lunch is on me for a week.”

“Throw in coffee and I’m in.” Ga Eul said.

“You know what, fine I’ll do it. Jaemin’s got a friend coming in any way this week.” As soon as Johhny gave in, Jaehyun jumped out of his seat and pumped his fist in victory.

“God, he’s so pathetic.” Ga Eul muttered. Johnny let out a chuckle thinking much of the same and when their eyes met, he felt the truth was dangerously close to pouring out of his lips. A familiar throbbing in his chest seemed to remind him that he still wasn’t too pleased to be where he was.

“Okay, now that’s all set I think it’s getting late,” Jaehyun said subtly trying to kick Mark below the table to get his attention.

“Wow, that’s a whole new level of loser, Jae. It’s literally 10 pm,” Ga Eul commented. “What happened to drinks afterward?”

“Well I have school and Mark,” Jaehyun explained while poor Mark had a very confused expression on his face, “has activities, right?”

“I do?” Mark stared before Jaehyun kicked him a little harder and he got the message.

“Oh yeah, I totally have this uhm this photoshoot with uh Mac.” He stammered as he started to get up.

“Boo, you guys are no fun.” Ga Eul retorted.

“Hey, not so fast. You guys are paying for your food. I swear mom loves you more than me since you always eat free. It’s insane. I’m surprised we haven’t gone bankrupt yet.” Johnny said about to chase after his friends.

“Oh John, you’re the one eating free this time. Jae already settled the bill in advance.” Mrs. Suh interjected appearing out of nowhere suddenly. As soon as she did both Jaehyun and Mark made haste in their exit, promising Ga Eul drinks next time.

And that’s how, at the insistence of Mrs. Suh, Ga Eul ended up in Johnny’s pick-up.

Quiet was an understatement. The radio was on but none of the songs made sense to either one of them. Heck, the music sounded like white noise to Johnny. He kept his eyes on the road. It wasn’t like Ga Eul’s house was far from his. But it was a good distance away from the town and according to his mom he “had nothing better to do at the moment”.

“So you’re still running the café?” Ga Eul said, trying to start a conversation.

“Yeah.” He replied shortly.

“Is Jaemin still doing medical school?”

“Yup. He’s going next semester, took a gap year.”

“That’s nice. I see I owe him another 50 bucks for that last bet I made with him.” Ga Eul couldn’t help but laugh at herself for getting into bets she’d always lose anyway.

The worst thing about this whole situation for Johnny was that he had dreamt about this scene so many times, lay awake thinking about all the things he’d say to her face if she ever came back. He told himself he’d give her a piece of his god damned mind. But there he was speechless and he didn’t exactly know how to feel.

“How’s the business?” She asked, attempting yet again to fill the silence.

“Good,” Johnny responded.

Ga Eul’s found herself glancing at Johnny from the passenger’s seat. She’d spent countless times in his pick-up truck present for the good hair days and the bad ones, for the midnight coffee runs, and everything in between. She couldn’t say the same after the last two years.

They were about 50 meters from her house when Johnny felt the dam of his emotions break. He didn’t know how else he could contain it so he instead said the first thing that came to mind.

“You said you’d be in Paris for a week. Why didn’t you tell me you got offered a job in Sweden?”

The car had come to a stop right in front of Ga Eul’s house. Neither one of them made any attempt to move. Neither of them looked at the other.

“I was surprised. I thought I actually wouldn’t get the job.” She said in such a low voice, it was almost a mumble.

“Did you think I would judge you if you didn’t get the job?” Johnny asked, shoving his face into his hands that rested on the steering wheel.

“Didn’t want to fall on my face in front of people from back home. Especially not my parents. You just, got sort of dragged in.” She replied.

“Then why keep in contact with Jaehyun?” Johnny yelled.

“Okay, I’m sorry, John. I’m the one at fault, ” She yelled back before adding, “you ask too many questions and Jae doesn’t.”

“You could’ve said something! I called you so many times.”

“Then my father would have a lead on where to look for me. I couldn’t put you through that. At least you got away with telling them you didn’t know where I was either. Don’t lie to me. I know they called you when I didn’t come home.”

Johnny sighed in frustration. What else could he even say? He leaned back on the driver’s seat and was quiet for an eternity before Ga Eul spoke again

“I’m back now. I’ll make it up to you.” She said confidently.

“What makes you think I’ll let you?” Johnny answered with his eyes closed, voice absent of any emotion.

“I know because you love me, and you’re an idiot.” She stated matter of factly.

“You owe me two years’ worth of coffee, movie tickets, concert tickets, roller coaster rides, takeout, and just for the hell of it, a lifetime’s worth of tacos.” Johnny popped one eye open to look at Ga Eul.

“Deal,” she said offering a hand so they could officially shake on it.

When they got out of the car Johnny walked two paces behind Ga Eul. He didn’t know exactly why he still followed her to the door. But it was almost like his body still remembered their ritual every time he took her home.

“So,” She said, bouncing on the tips of her toes. “Well, I-”

For the first five seconds, Ga Eul doesn’t register that Johnny has enveloped her in a bear hug. Soon though, her arms act on their own accord and wrap themselves around her best friend, hands fisting in his sweater like they always did whenever they hugged.

Johnny decided then and there that he couldn’t, wouldn’t be able to keep himself angry at Ga Eul. No matter how hard he would try, just like tonight and every other time they’d fight. He still didn’t know why exactly she left or why she’d decided to come home. Either way, he thought what actually mattered was that she was there. She was really there in his arms.

Reluctantly, he pulled away just as the lights in the living room turned on.

“I think that’s your cue. I’ll go deal with the folks.” Ga Eul grumbled.

“The deal, you better be ready 'cause I am going to collect,” Johnny said as he walked back to his pick-up.

“We’ll start tomorrow.” She yelled.

“I’ll expect that,” he replied before getting inside the truck. Once Ga Eul is inside, he started the engine and began to drive home.

Truly, Johnny was an idiot. But he wasn’t the only idiot in town. There had always been two of them. Now, the other one was back home.

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nickywhoisi · 1 year

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It's midnight mods are asleep post chefs

That's right, we're veering off course from my usual project again as I have officially gone full batshit and dove head first into the Pizza Tower fandom. No regrets baby. I mean have you seen the shit poppin off over here rn? Buck wild. And all the cool kids make ocs, so

The dude in purple is my oc Adlin Bäkermann, he/him/ they-them sometimes, probably mid 30's, and they run a bakery just down the block from Peppino's pizzeria. It's the best in town because all of it is homemade by him. Peppino gets the pizza dough from Adlin, if he doesn't make it himself. Adlin sometimes comes by for a snack break. Sometimes Peppino comes over for a well-needed coffee break. Local businesses supporting other local businesses <3

Adlin is a very quiet guy. He rarely speaks in more than affirmative sounds or disapproving grunts, but on occasion he will use his words. And he is one cool cucumber, so instead of frantically worrying about what his friend's went through, he will just ask calmly, practically like a therapist, "What happened?" He's an honourable soul and cannot stand seeing injustice. Things like that, and other stressors (like work) can bring up his inner rage meter though, because he is not impervious to anger management issues. And he's German, so he can be scary about it. It really isn't a smart move to piss off a lad who will throw massive gauntlet hands that can crush you like a bug, or make him use his steely eyes to bore into your very being. And, strangely, he can be a tad absent-minded. If he screws up something, you will hear a quiet, ashamed, "...Sorry." There's more times than he'd care to admit that he was kneading dough while fuming, and before they realized it, the work table was fuckin shrapnel. Oops. Lil' bit of a klutz. Better watch those mitts of yours, boy! Ooo hoo hoo hoo

Now with that blurbo finished for my blorbo, I wamna discuss the pic. Specifically, I love how the colouring and effects used turned out. So close to what I was looking for! Huzzah! I'm happy with the mach speed lines and Adlin's beeg bright rocket blasts. I was also on the fence about colouring in Adlin's pants, was thinking of keeping them white, but...actually it was a really good idea. It matches the other guys, and when I designed Adlin, I really wanted to make it a point that he had things that could make him a playable character. Just like one of the cast. His hands fire little dough blasts, but because of the hole of fire he launches them out of...they come out as little cooked brioche buns. Gdsffddsggssgff This is basically a proof of concept for my jump 'n shoot baker boi. I love my child so much. My sweet bebeh. In canon, he's got that androgynous pretty swag, which makes him all the more intimidating to approach. Oh and before I forget...there isn't any shipping. Naughty children ;) I know what you're after you wanna know if my boy smooches the italian like a lot of the other ocs. Nah. These guys are literally only friends, but good friends. Which might not be so obvious with how I introduced them, but that happens in universe too. You'd think there's rivalry going on, and there is occasionaly some weird indescribable tension between them, but nope. I'm just so happy that I drew Adlin just like how I wanted and then suddenly he looks like the metal to Peppi's sonic. It just happened outta nowhere, and that's frankly amazing. Pizza Tower is the gift that keeps on giving and I am alive

And yeah this was my first try at drawing The Noise, can ya tell? He has details that aren't so correct, but I'm kinda diggin the caramel top I put on his hat. To make him look closer to a cream puff. And I wasn't sure how many teeth he was supposed to have. But there ya go I think I still captured his noisy noidy e s s e n c e . AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE HIS BUTT NOT A BIG KOO- OKAY JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR THAnks. And the same applies to Brick, I didn't think to study his design and then draw so it was off memory. Still looks super cute though ngl

What are they racing towards? Who's gonna win? Idk I just like the stardust speedway vibes goin on look at these funky little dudes go

#oh shit (siren)#the boys are here aw shit whuddup #so proud of my deutsch boi over here I have so many more things I wanna draw him in #this fandom is a treasure y'all and I will protect it with my life #pizza tower #pizza tower oc #Adlin pt oc #zomg my art!

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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Last Night of Summer

More of the Max and Eddie au! (One shots, listed chronologically in the masterlist!) I got really stuck on one scene even though I had a ton more written so we're just gonna do that one later and do this one now because i really love this one!

Summary: it's the night before school starts and Max and Eddie are both kinda nervous- but he has a very important question: is she gonna join Hellfire?

Pairings- none! Just Max and Eddie being besties

(Masterlist)

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Max and Eddie would be lying if they had been struck by the back to school spirit this year. The sun was setting and they had both wandered off after pizza with Susan and Wayne to try and turn the nerves from their kids into some kind of celebration.

Without talking they both got to the trash hole, bending over to pick up the metal cup full of little projectiles and making a selection before starting to try and toss them into different things.

“You nervous?" Eddie asked her, and she shrugged like she hadn’t thought about it.

“Are you?” She asked, turning it around on him. She hoped he couldn't see her nerves, she never liked not seeming brave about silly things.

“Kinda, yeah. Like…my second senior year had kind of a weird vibe so I can’t image how the third is gonna go.”

“Weird vibe?”

“Like every day was just a million glances in my direction from every teacher trying to say are you listening this time? That or they treated me like…an…I don’t know, an old pipe.” He tried, unsatisfied.

“You know you’re gonna have to elaborate on that one.”

“Yeah, I figured you weren’t gonna just let me have that one. Like…oh, there’s Munson. He’s noisy and annoying and obviously a problem but he’s also been around for so long that everybody decided to just kinda leave it. Maybe a pipe is too important. More like a busted window with plastic over it. Just like…a background problem. I feel like that second one is gonna get a lot worse.”

“Why’d you never drop out?” Max asked honestly, Eddie shrugged.

“I dunno. Never really…obviously I knew it was an option but it still never really occurred to me as like, a serious thought. I kinda just- I’m a broken window, yeah, but like-maybe I like the fact that everybody has to be a little colder because I’m around. And like…where does the window go, man? Once they replace it. I don’t really know if my whole…thing works out in the real world.”

Max glanced at him with her head tilted slightly.

“Dude- you just gotta get out of Hawkins. In California all the grownups were weirdos like you.” She said, and he grinned. "Also- I'm here to talk about this with you, but if you make me listen to a shitty song you wrote about that metaphor I'm never speaking to you again. I can't take another Dream Warden and the Nightmare Prince. I just can't I still can barely look you in the eye knowing you wrote a fucking song about your chemistry teacher failing you."

“Alright. Harsh, but fair it was not one of my best-"

"It was eight minutes long, Eddie." She said, still horrified remembering it.

"Maybe I just gotta take my show on the road. If all the weirdos are in California maybe they'll appreciate my music." He teased, and he saw her face drop a little bit.

"Well…you can't go yet." She said simply, chucking another rock.

"Awww, would you miss me, Max?" He asked dramatically, though he did feel genuinely touched. She grinned again at the turn back into more comfortable territory.

"Nah- but somebody’s gotta drive me to school, because I don’t want to take the bus.” She said with a laugh, and Eddie slowly dropped his hand to his side instead of throwing his stone.

“You…sure about that? Not sure getting dropped off by the freak is the best move for your first day of High school.” He said, a little nervously, and Max rolled her eyes.

“I’ve been hanging out with freaks since I got here. We haven’t really been…talking much- but still, I’m used to it.” She knew Eddie had a lot of problems at school but the idea of having to pretend to be okay around her friends was painful, the idea of being alone was worse.

“I don’t want to make it harder on you, though. I’m used to it by now but the shit they say can be pretty brutal” He said honestly.

Max shrugged. “Better get used to having me around, then. I’m scarier than you think.”

Eddie couldn't help but smile. Never in his life had he had a friend like Max. They had only known each other for a few months but the way she said it still almost seemed familially unconditional in a way that he felt too. Eddie had ways liked looking out for others, it make him think a little of him mom when he did it. It was a good feeling- but at the same time nobody he had ever helped out had ever been so ready to watch his back too- but this tiny redhead was absolutely willing to square up for him at any moment and it amazed Eddie endlessly. They had been at the ditch the other day when a kid rode by on a bike and called them trailer trash. Without missing a beat Max had grabbed the bucket and started throwing rocks at him until he fell off his bike, then turned back to him and went back to the game like it hadn't happened.

“Yeah? Are you gonna be, like, my bodyguard?”

“Sure. People think I’m scary. Don’t underestimate me, Munson.” Max said seriously, and he shook his head.

“Trust me, I’m never gonna be dumb enough to underestimate you, Mayfield. No matter what you do with your life, I’m betting on you.” He said, earnestly, looking at the fireflies over the trash pit so she could just look pleased with the compliment without trying to hide it.

He gave her a moment, and knew she’d decide not to say anything when she smiled, feeling better about tomorrow.

“One thing I gotta ask, though- are you joining Hellfire?”

Max gave him an apologetic face from where she sat and he fell back in heartbreak.

“Whyyyyy? Is it because you’ve never played? Because i always start the year with a campaign for new players! Pleeeeaaase????” He said, like a kid trying to convince their mom for a puppy.

“Nope, sorry. Not for me- my friends convinced me to try a game a few years back but, ehh…the whole fantasy adventure thing doesn’t really hit as well when you’ve already fought real monsters.” She said, and saw Eddie’s face fall. “And before you get that look,no, I don’t mean Billy.” She said, and watched in delight from the corner of her eye while he put that together.

“...What does that mean?”

“Have I really never told you about this? Mind flayer, demon dogs, alternate dimension?” She asked with a grin when his face folded like she was joking.

“Ha ha.”

“Oh, you think I’m joking? I didn’t march through an alternate dimension with Steve Harrington when I was twelve for yoooooou to not believe I ever even went.” She said indignantly at his more confused face.

“Steve- oooh, is this the campaign they got you to play? Steve was like…why was Steve there? Wait, how do you know Harrington anyway?” He asked, and she gave him an oh, y’know expression. “Was he friends with Billy?”

Max barked an undignified laugh at the guess. “Definitely not. I once saw Billy punch Steve in the face like 20 times because he was trying to attack my, uh- friend, Lucas.”

He sat there with his mouth slightly agape, like he could figure it out with just what she said, and she almost exploded into laughter. She did this sometimes, dropped details of their various brushes with death to Eddie and see him rationalize them as deadpan jokes. It was kinda nice to talk about, honestly, since she was seeing her friends less these days, regardless of why.

“Okay, that part might be real and that’s concerning.” He said, and Max nodded, deciding to take mercy.

“Yeah, uh, I was with my friends once a few weeks after I moved here and Billy…it doesn’t matter why, but he wanted to force me to come home and when I didn't he attacked Lucas because Billy was a racist and kept telling me to say away from him, and Steve just threw a punch. And got his ass beat by Billy so bad he passed out.” She said.

Max frowned remembering how terrifying that night had been, how terrified she had been when Billy locked eyes with Lucas and said the thing she had heard from him hundreds of times and always filled her with dread: You know what happens when you disobey me? I break things.

Cassette tapes. Her first skateboard. Kibble, the stuffed rabbit her grandma gave he before she died.

She should’ve known he wouldn’t have stayed satisfied with the things she cared about for long, it was inevitable he went after the people too.

“So what happened?” Eddie asked, seeing her deep frown lift into a look of satisfaction.

“I happened.” She said with a full grin. When she remembered that moment it didn’t matter that Billy was dead. No matter what he did in the end, Max would never feel anything but fucking unstoppable when she remembered that moment. She leaned back in satisfaction, smiling.

“Turns out people really listen to you when you slam a bat covered in nails on the floor between their legs. Especially if you’re Billy.” She said in a humble but undeniably proud tone.

Eddie grinned at her and gave her a congratulatory pat on the arm.

“Damn Mayfield- I wish I could’ve seen that. Just that part, the rest sounds…fucking terrifying. Jesus, didn’t you say you were like, twelve when you moved here? I knew Billy was bad but I didn’t know he was like…hate-crime bad.” he said with a grimace.

“Yeah. He was…a real piece of work.” She said in a resigned tone.

"Never thought I'd say this but...thank God for Steve Harrington. " Eddie said in disbelief, and Max nodded and smiled.

“...Why did the bat have nails in it?”

“Monster hunting!” She said, scolding him for forgetting, and this one he let go with a roll of his eyes.

Maybe this would be both of their years.

Taglist: adding later I'm on mobile

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #max mayfield #max mayfield fanfic #joseph quinn #my writing #max and eddie #sadie sink

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∗ o3﹕ do you prefer to write in silence , or with music / background noise ? ∗ o4﹕ what is your primary source of inspiration for [ negan ] ? ∗ o6﹕ is there something about the roleplay community that irks you ? ∗ o8﹕ what time of day do you feel you create your best work ? ∗ 11﹕ what is a headcanon you have for [ negan ] that you haven’t posted ? ∗ 12﹕ do you prefer extensive plotting , or writing things on a whim ? ∗ 18﹕ which of your verses or arcs is your favorite to write about ? ∗ 22﹕ would you consider [ negane ] to be a comfort character ? ∗ 28﹕ what is a turn - off when you’re seeking writing partners ? ∗ 38﹕ what’s a bad habit you have when it comes to roleplay ?

Experience Yourself (Munday Questions) | Not Accepting | @wexarethewalkingxdead

I prefer having music or some kind of background noise, but sometimes I find it distracting and in those cases I'll opt for silence.

My primary inspiration for Negan really is just the source material at this point (some of it anyway), his story and his relationship with certain characters. I'm also just very attached to him as a character. I also found a lot of inspiration for him through certain ships and RP partners.

I'm not active enough in the rpc to have a lot bother me right now, but I suppose one thing that will always irk me is when people frequently move blogs or add/drop muses so often that it's hard to keep track of things and really interact at all, especially if threads/memes get deleted a lot too.

I do most of my best writing later at night, when the house is quieter and it's easier to concentrate.

Gonna be honest, after almost six years of having this blog, I don't think I have any headcanons for Negan that I haven't already shared at some point. Though a silly one that newer followers might not know is that I headcanon that Negan can play the harmonica lol. He also likes crunchy snacks, especially before the outbreak. Noisy food for a noisy guy.

I like to do some plotting to get things started, and then letting the thread go where it wants to go. We can always plot more along the way when needed.

Overall my favorite verse/arc to write in is his New Beginnings verse (seasons 9-10 primarily), because I think it offers the most possibilities and flexibility in terms of character interactions, relationship development, and plot options. I love digging into his emotions during that time too. At the same time, Savior verse can be really fun, especially when writing about life at the Sanctuary. Seeing how Negan balances being a, well, tyrannical leader, with still just being a guy. Like he's still just dude under all that. Getting to play with the contrast between scary, violent leader and guy that makes dick jokes and likes playing ping pong is a lot of fun when you dig under the surface of it. I just like picking at this guy's brain no matter the verse, really.

Negan is definitely one of my comfort characters. He's been my favorite for years and is among the few I love enough to truly consider a comfort character.

A turn-off when seeking writing partners is a really hostile seeming personality. Like if I'm checking out their rules page and they sound aggressive in them, or if their blog has a lot of mean-spirited snark or negative ooc posts. I also don't like it when someone acts overly familiar with me/my muse when we barely know each other.

A bad habit of mine in RP is being too picky with my own writing. My inactivity aside, even when I am trying to write, it takes me a really long time to get through even a single reply because I go over my writing over and over. I worry too much about whether it's good enough. I also have a hard time focusing so I'm often jumping between writing and other things. I don't like leaving replies half-finished so I sometimes won't start at all if I don't think I can finish it in a single go (though I'm trying to get better about that, I currently have a couple partially written responses in my drafts.) All this combined leads to insanely slow reply times and it's really frustrating.

#wexarethewalkingxdead #finally got around to these! thanks!#✘ || I really do appreciate our little talks ( ooc asks )

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allthebestscreennamesaregone63 · 1 year

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RANT POST. LONG RANT POST.

So, I don't really need the subreddit thread to tell me I'm probably the asshole on this one, but this guy at work is TESTING me.

We'll call him Dude.

Dude probably has ADHD or autism or both. He definitely is undersocialized. I TRIED to keep that in mind.

Dude is usually the janitor, but we were short staffed in the stock room yesterday, so we ended up working a shift together.

And y'all-

He would put things where they clearly did NOT go, and then started to argue with me when I actually know wtf I'm doing, when he didn't straight up ignore me.

Then, we have a million boxes to sort through, stacked on pallets. Every time he opened a box, he'd loudly announce what was inside it. Every. Fucking. Time. And then, he mostly left the boxes for me to sort through, before deciding I wasn't doing it right or whatever, and forcibly taking over.

So, by the time I've been on shift for two hours, I am gotdamn DONE. So, I announce to the room at large so everyone knows where tf I went,

"I'm going on break." I go to grab my water.

"Yeah, go on break." -Dude (abrasive)

So, there I am nursing a screaming fucking headache in the breakroom (too soon for more ibuprofen) and I'm so close to just going home.

It was supposed to be my day off, anyway. Not MY fault that they forgot to schedule actual help.

So, anyway, I go back to the tiny ass stockroom. I was gone for fifteen fucking minutes. In that time, they managed to screw up the space so badly that it was five minutes later before I could do my goddamn job.

I was relieved when it was time to throw trash in the compactor. Fucker is noisy as shit, can't hear Dude being a dick over it. So, there I am, throwing away twenty or so big bags of trash in the compactor. Finally get the inefficient fuckwad to actually do its job, but the needle on the guage went into the yellow warning bit.

Uh oh.

"Hey [MOD], when did they take out the compacted trash last?"

"Not too long ago, why?"

"The gauge is in the yellow."

"What does that mean?"

Tf you think it means?! Get the trash picked up, bitch, quickly!

So, I get the trash squared away, and the freaking truck came. We have 5 pallets already, we're getting 9, and we have space for a total of maybe 16. Its gonna be a tight fit.

Dude fucked up on wrapping a gaylord. Then, he saved two empty pallets instead of one, like we usually do. Not two minutes after I tell Dude we don't need it, motherfucking MOD goes and tells him to grab another empty pallet.

Then, the truck driver who brought his own shrinkwrap, asked if I knew where it went. Fuckers moved it without telling either of us. So, when Dude picks it back up, I tell him,

"That belongs to the truck driver, don't move it."

Dude fucking ignores me.

I repeat myself.

He says, "I know!"

"If you know so much, why are you moving it?" I am so done with this fucker at this point.

"I'm not moving it." (Aggressively rude). He sets it down. I turn to my coworker who saw this all go down, with a "can you believe this guy?" Look.

She makes a shooing motion with her hand. Now, im looking at her like she's lost her damn mind.

"Move. I need to get by you."

Then, [MOD] says we don't have room for the gaylords where they usually go. She tells the guy to throw them on top of the pallets. The, uh, seven foot tall pallets we have to move almost immediately.

So I suggest that we put them against a different wall instead. Its what we usually do.

[MOD]: we can't mess with this guy, we'll fix it later, he's a bit crabby.

I literally was trying to make his job easier, but ok.

So, I leave early, by like, an hour. When I get home, my Dad flat out accused me of being lazy.

In other words, fuckers KEEP walking all over me, and men (and some women) are fucking trash.

#long post #fucking work #retail #bitches #fuckers #being walked all over

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