#my dude it’s five (from where I am from) in the morning and I see this

[sp0o0kylights]

Adopt a Jock Part One / Part Two / Part Three PART FOUR YOU ARE HERE Part five 

As always I own my entire soul to  @chalkysgarbagefire

Steve didn't show up to lunch that Monday. 

This was a problem, because Gareth and Eddie had carefully prepared the entirety of Hellfire to help make Steve play a D&D one-shot. 

(Well, mostly Eddie--and he'd left out the parts about how the entire goal was to acclimate Harrington to hugs and high fives. 

Gareth assumed that was a more careful conversation they'd all have later, outside of school grounds.) 

"Eds, if you jiggle your legs any harder the table is going to take flight." Gareth complained, scooting away before he got jabbed in the gut. 

"Where is he!?" Eddie muttered, glancing at his watch for what had to be the twenty-fifth time. “Are we sure he showed up to class this morning?" 

Stewart, the only person to share a class with Harrington, gave their leader an exasperated look. "Yes, I’m sure." 

He flicked his spoon, pointing it towards Eddie. "And yes he looked fine, yes, everything seemed normal, no I don't know why he's not here and no, no one fucking abducted him, or threatened him, or any of the other crazy excuses you keep coming up with!” 

Eddie’s frown deepened as Gareth and Grant traded concerned glances. 

"Maybe he just didn't want to sit with us today." Jeff remarked, approaching the topic with the same care a technician had when approaching a live bomb. 

Gareth thought it was a smart move, considering Eddie looked like he was about to rocket into the ceiling. 

"He's sat with us everyday, why would he change now?"  Eddie argued. 

"Maybe there's a basketball thing happening. Or he's saying hi to his jock buddies." Gareth tried, using the same cautious tone Jeff had. 

"We’re his friends!" Eddie snapped, looking two seconds away from losing his shit entirely.

 Almost unconsciously, Gareth and Jeff both raised a hand almost to try and help calm him.

Like he was a wild horse and they were the preteen girls in the movies determined to establish a bond before he killed their grandpa or some shit. 

This was what happened when one deviated from a predetermined Munson-made plan. Not that Steve had known that of course, but then, he wasn’t exactly catching the fallout, was he?

‘I am making Harrington buy lunch after this.’ Gareth thought, as Eddie returned to bouncing both his legs almost frantically. ‘From someplace expensive.’ 

"Maybe Hargrove ate him."  Grant suggested, as if the very thought of Billy Hargrove wouldn’t set Eddie off on a rampage. 

"I could see it." Stewart agreed. "Dude has cannibal vibes." 

"Not. Helping." Jeff hissed, his palm still in the air and hovering vaguely over Eddie’s shoulder. 

Sure enough, Eddie’s entire body tensed at the mere mention of Hawkin High’s new King. "That’s it. We’re going to find him.” 

“Have fun.” Tiff said, waving him off. 

Eddie glared. “We’re all going.” He practically spat.

With a put upon sigh, Tiff set her food down. "You really want to spend the rest of our lunch period stalking around the hallways looking for Harrington?" 

Eddie gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles went white. 

"Yes Tiff, I do." He said, a manic gleam in his eyes. 

He shoved up from the table, striking the kind of pose he often used during his rants. “This is a break in a pattern of behavior. A veer from an established path! This is the very first sign in every horror movie that something is wrong!” 

He went to put his foot up on the edge of the table, like a pirate captain looking to the seas ahead, but instead missed it entirely and fell forward. 

Eddie flailed for a moment, before managing to catch himself on the edge of the table. Instantly he began acting like he’d intended to fall like that from the start. 

“I refuse to let any of us behave like idiotic, stupid, horror movie characters.” He finished dramatically, hair hanging in his face. 

“You’ve been watching that Sherlock Holmes show again, haven’t you?.” Jeff asked him flatly. 

“Among other things.” Gareth muttered, because as usual, he was the one who’d been watching said shows and movies with Eddie.

Not that it bothered him any, just that it meant he got to watch his best friend adopt new behaviors in real time. 

Eddie flew back up, flinging his hair out of his face with a dramatic toss of his head. 

“Come on my Watson’s! Let’s go find Harrington. I have a one-shot to pitch dammit!” Eddie outright yelled, flinging his arm skyward once again. 

He got several startled glances in the cafeteria for it, but as used to Eddie as they all were, no one bothered to say anything to him. 

“Why the fuck would we all be Watson?” Stewart muttered as he stood. 

“I agree. Obviously, I’d be Watson.” Gareth said, also getting to his feet. “You’d be Mrs. Hudson.” 

“Oh fuck you, I would at least be the other crazy smart dude.” 

“Mycroft or Moriarty?”

“Mycroft.” Grant and Jeff chanted as one, the both of them putting their food away. 

“Not one of you is any Sherlock Holmes character. Except maybe the dog.” Tiff cut in with an eye roll as she finally gave in and stood herself. "Now come on, let's go take Eddie for a walk." 

Said metalhead flipped her the bird, but otherwise didn't protest. 

(Probably because this wasn't the first time they'd had to do laps with Eddie.) 

xXx

"Maybe he just went home." Gareth said reasonably some fifteen or so minutes later. 

They'd made their way through the school, Eddie obnoxiously bursting through all the bathroom doors to loudly (and embarrassingly) yell for Steve.

They hadn't seen hide nor perfectly shaped hair of their wayward jock, and none of them were looking forward to trapezing around the outside of the school to hunt for him.

Thankfully, they didn't have to. 

"Wait.” Tiffany asked, as they passed by the small little hallway leading to the art and photography rooms. “Is that Steve?"

Immediately all heads turned towards the direction she had pointed in. 

"I think so?" Jeff guessed, eyeing the guy standing in the hallway down from them. 

Gareth squinted, trying to get a better look. "Looks like." He agreed. "Also looks like Tiff was right, he is hanging out with other people." 

Eddie tensed at that. A true feat, Gareth thought, because he was already wound so tight he looked in danger of snapping in half. 

 "Fucking useless." Tiff muttered. 

Louder, she said; "Let's try that again. Isn't that our idiot jock with his ex-girlfriend and the guy she supposedly cheated on him with?" 

The lot of them watched as Steve stood in one of his classic defensive positions (arms tucked into his sides, back rigid and chin down, like he was about to perform some kind of football tackle.) 

Nancy Wheeler faced him, her own chin raised and her arms crossed like she was about to give the lecture of a lifetime. 

In between them stood Jonathan Byers, though he was angled more towards his girlfriend than Steve. The guy practically radiated discomfort but seemed to be managing. 

Even if his shoulders were practically above his ears.  

It didn't exactly look like a two on one situation, but then it didn't not look like it either. 

"Shit." Gareth said, which summed up the situation rather nicely. 

"Should we go save him?" Grant asked, concerned. 

Not one person moved.

 Instead, all eyes went to their fearless leader--who was uncharacteristically silent. 

Gareth took in the narrowed, frantic-turned-furious look upon his friend's face and wondered vaguely if he was going to have to stop a murder today.

Possibly two, depending on Byer’s involvement. 

"Defensive position boys!" Tiffany called out, breaking the spell with sheer volume as she made the decision for them. "Eddie, you with us or not?" 

Brave words for her, considering Gareth knew damn well that Tiff was often more bark than bite. 

Thankfully, it worked. 

"Right!" Eddie barked, jerking in place as he came back to himself. "Our Stevie needs us, men and Tiff!" 

He pointed forwards, like a war general leading a charge. "Hellfire, move out!" 

Fanning out into a triangle behind their club president, the lot of them followed as Eddie marched forward. 

"You know I didn't mean it like that." Nancy was saying, and even though Gareth didn't know her he could tell she was frustrated. 

 "You have people you can talk to. You have m--" she cut herself off when Eddie strode up next to Steve. 

Then blinked rapidly, reminding Gareth of a startled cocker spaniel when the rest of Hellfire fanned out around Harrington like wolves guarding their young. 

(Or brightly colored and very angry ducks, but wolves sounded cooler. 

Plus the last time he'd said something like this aloud; Grant had loudly informed him it was actually Muskox that made protective circles, Stewart brought up that triceratops were cooler, Jeff decided they should be bees and Tiffany had gone off on a tangent about badly done animal behavioral studies.) 

"I daresay I agree!" Eddie said, taking a dramatic leap forward and startling Steve and Byers both. 

That alone was a cause to worry--Gareth couldn't recall a single time Steve wasn't hyper-aware of his surroundings enough to get properly lost in it. 

At least lost enough that he missed an entire group of people approaching. 

"Steve is more than welcome to talk to people! His people." Eddie leaned forward a touch, the smirk on his face the one he used when he was playing up his role as the town's satanist cult leader. 

To her credit, Nancy recovered remarkably fast. "I take it you believe that's you?" 

Eddie reared back, like a cobra rising to strike. "Why Nancy Wheeler, Stevie here is an adult and can choose who he wants to talk to.”

He turned, one hand over his heart and the other held out to Steve. " Ain’t that right, big boy?”

Nancy and Byers both just stared. 

Gareth couldn’t blame them, he was staring too. 

Apparently deciding Eddie was too ridiculous to deal with, Nancy returned instead to talking to Steve--who, Gareth noted with more than his fair share of pride, looked a bit more grounded now that Hellfire had arrived. 

“I understand that we’re in a weird place right now, but you have to  know I still care about you, right?” Nancy bit her lip, clearly unhappy to have an audience but plowing ahead anyway. 

"I'm fine, Nance.” Steve told her, voice steady, but growing flat. 

 He was shutting down--shutting her out, if not everyone out. Gareth knew, if only because he’d watched Harrington do it to them more than once. 

(Knew because he himself had shut downs just like this. Eddie and Nancy were the kind of people who got loud in their anger, demanding people see and face them. 

Gareth on the other hand, even with his more explosive temper, often ended up more like Steve when faced with breakdowns with people he cared about. He didn’t want to hurt them. To say the wrong thing, to lash out when someone was just trying to help.

It was safer to shut up, back away and put some distance between yourself and whoever had pissed you off.) 

Either Nancy wasn’t aware of that or was too deep into her own emotions to see it, because she took a half step forward. “I know you’re not fine. I know you, Steve.” 

“Not anymore you don’t.” Steve responded, and Gareth wondered if he realized he was leaning away from her--and towards Eddie. 

Considering the way Wheeler’s eyes bounced between them, he knew she definitely had. 

Quite possible Byers too, from how he had to stop himself from pulling Nancy away. 

“I’ve been working hard to become someone else.” Steve added. “So you don’t have to feel responsible for me. I’m not your problem anymore.”  He spoke without malice, just with the pure emptiness of someone who completely believed everything he said. 

“Steve-” Nancy protested, but Eddie cut her off. 

"You heard him." He said, peacocking his little social win in a way only Eddie could. "Now if you don't mind, I have extremely important things to discuss and you have cut drastically into my time." 

He flicked his fingers in a shoo gesture, one that made Nancy's eyes spark in a way that quite frankly, terrified Gareth. 

"Fine." She grit out through clenched teeth. "You know I’m always available to talk, Steve." 

She strode off, passing Steve and the rest of Hellfire without a glance backwards. 

"Sorry man." Jonathan muttered apologetically to Steve as he passed, following after his girlfriend. 

Steve waved him off. 

"Well she's just a delight." Jeff muttered, once Nancy was well out of hearing range. 

Steve's entire chest heaved in a sigh, swaying slightly backwards as if the entire confrontation had physically drained him. 

"She's trying to help.” Steve muttered softly, scrubbing a hand down his face. “She's just...coming at it wrong." 

He turned, seeming to finally notice that all of Hellfire was there. "What are you all doing out here anyway?" 

"Rescuing you." Grant informed him. 

"From Nancy and Jonathan?"  Steve said in disbelief. 

Like Byers hadn't supposedly kicked his ass already. Nevermind the moping Wheeler had caused. 

(The entire school had witnessed the moping. 

It was, after all, part of what had drawn Eddie to Steve.) 

"Yes." Tiff replied bluntly. “Also if she corners you like that again, I will make it my personal mission in life to top all her test scores.” 

"I--okay." Steve blinked rapidly, clearly unsure of how to process that.

“Not that I needed rescuing,” He continued after a moment, staring at the whole group. “But why were you looking for me in the first place?” 

His voice was slowly recovering, coming out of that weird flatness it had scrunched itself into. It was an excellent sign, a sign of trust, and Gareth leapt to keep it before someone could say something stupid and fuck it up. 

"Eddie needed you to pitch his next one shot idea and couldn't wait for you to show up." Gareth admitted. “We decided to hunt you down since you were missing lunch.” 

“Oh.” Steve blinked again, and though it’d be concerning on anyone else, the guy just looked like a lost puppy. “I’m sorry man.”

“It's alright Stevie. I just thought you'd totally ditched us.” Eddie sniffed dramatically, looking like he was going to wing an arm around Steve’s shoulder but thought better of it. “No biggie.” 

He pouted, and made absolutely sure Steve could see him do it. 

“Is this you trying to get more of my M&M brownies?” Steve asked after a moment. 

“Oh my dear, sweet, athletic friend. Not at all. Instead, you are going to play the one shot I worked so hard on.” Eddie bounced his shoulder into him as he spoke.  

 It was a weird little compromise the two of them seemed to have, since Gareth had regularly witnessed Eddie ping-ponging off Steve’s shoulders. “Let us break your tabletop cherry.” 

“Or what?” Steve asked, the tiniest bit of humor peaking through. 

Eddie stared at him, abruptly still and completely serious. “I will cry, Steven. Loudly.” 

It brought a small smile to Steve’s face.

“Fine. I’ll play your dumb dweeb game.” He said, and couldn’t seem to stop the smile from overtaking his face when Eddie threw his arms in the air and cheered. 

“Come on, I’m pretty sure the bell rang forever ago.” Jeff said, as they began to venture out back to the main hallway. 

(“Hey guys?” Steve asked, right before they all split up to go to their various classes. “Thanks. For the save.”

Eddie positively beamed. “Anytime, Steve. Anytime.”) 

xXx 

“Hey Gareth?” Steve asked a few days later, joining Gareth in the library during his free period. 

(Gareth himself was skipping, because if he had to listen to yet another lesson on the Crucible he was going to declare himself a satan worshiping witch and demand to be hanged.) 

Gareth hummed to show he heard, as he carefully took stock of the loot he’d gotten from their last game. Eddie had been pretty good about it for once, and he wanted to look things over before the one shot. 

“Can I ask kind of a weird question?” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. 

“Shoot, Stevie.” Gareth replied, finally comfortable enough to use the main nickname Eddie had nailed the poor guy with. 

“Did Eddie give me a character with bad eyesight or “night vision” or whatever, because he thinks I have bad eyesight?” Steve’s fingers made sassy little air quotations around “night vision” because he knew damn well it wasn’t called that and didn’t want to get chewed out. 

It was appreciated, even if it was cheeky as shit. 

Gareth stopped writing. “Why’d you think that?” 

“He just keeps acting like I’m my character.” Steve replied with a shrug. “Like all that stuff we planned  about how my character gets around and relies on the group since he can’t see that great in the daylight? He does it for me too.” 

“It’s Eddie, he’s eccentric.” Gareth struggled to keep a straight face, trying not to give the game away. 

Laughing would absolutely clue Steve in to the fact that Eddie was doing it on purpose. 

“He just keeps telling me before he touches me. Outside of the game.” Steve continued, utterly baffled. 

Of course, Eddie was doing far more than that, in order to keep up the appearance that he was just being a weirdo who was too into his game. (Instead of trying to alert Steve to the fact he was going to lean on him, hug him, or do any other thing involving skin to skin contact that usually made Harrington panic.)

“If you don’t like it you should tell him,” Gareth said. He knew it was the better option, encouraging Steve to communicate. They could come up with something else if this was too weird (as frankly, many of Eddie’s plans could be. 

Bless the guy but he had a habit of going for the dramatic over the practical.) 

“No!” Steve protested, far too quickly. 

He cleared his throat with a cough, and continued in a much calmer voice, “No, I don’t wanna ruin his fun or anything.” 

As far as excuses go for letting something happen it was a weak one, but Gareth wasn’t going to call him on it. If Steve wanted to hide behind Eddie and his “fun”  then Gareth would happily pretend to buy it. 

Would buy whatever excuse Steve needed, to help make the guy feel more comfortable and like himself than the still often vacant ghost that hung around now. 

“Just wanted to know if he actually thought my eyesight sucked.” Steve finished in a mumble. 

“Well you did trip over the curb that one time.” Gareth teased playfully, and shot a grin at Harrington when that awkward look of his melted into something more offended. 

“I was walking backwards!” Steve defended, his normal, almost bitchy tone returning. 

“Uh-huh. And what about when you almost ate shit over that garbage can and Eddie had to save you?” Gareth taunted. 

He grinned, watching as a blush overtook the older boys face, Steve glancing away frantically and--

Oh. 

Oh!

'Oh-ho, ho, ho!' Gareth thought with absolute glee. The entire fucking school knew what Steve looked like when he had a crush, (Steve himself had made sure of that with Nancy) and Gareth recognized the beginning of it happening all over again.

Steve Harrington had a crush.

On Eddie.

Gareth could work with this.

“You know….” He  paused, grin turning sly as a sudden idea came to him. “If you want to mess with Eddie a little bit I have an idea.” 

Steve stared at him, confused. “Why would we want to mess with him?” 

Gareth leaned forward. “Because pranks are fun, Harrington. Legend has it you even used to do them.”  

Steve still didn't look convinced, but the nice thing about a man like Steve was that all Gareth had to appeal to was his sense of adventure. 

“Now." He clapped his hands together in a move that had very much been stolen years ago from Eddie. "How good are your acting skills?

Meant to post this yesterday but I got surprise laid off last week and that pushed me back a bit, sorries! Absolutely related, I have a Ko-Fi now lmao. It’s https://ko-fi.com/sp0o0kyghosthost 

Unemployment should go through just fine so I don’t really think I need to full panic but hey if you wanna throw me a dollar and yell “Dance writer dance!” I’ll do a lil tippy-tap jig. 

#fucking jobs #this ones a bit more whumpy #steddie #pre steddie #they gettin there though #hellfire adopts Steve #adopt a jock #eddie munson #steve harrington #gareth emerson #Nancys in this one #she cares theres just a lot of hurt there #Eddie on the other hand is JEALOUS #that is HIS jock thank you! #He is REHABBING that jock! #dont you make his Stevie sad! #Gareth is now playing matchmaker #Lap Wars is coming

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IN a week - what I’ve never seen in a Steve 80’s pop star AU!!! his hair? joes actual voice? THE FACE? He’s always giving pop star to me

Yessss thanks sm for requesting honey!

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popstar!Steve x fem!reader ♡ 705 words

“Oh wow.” You swipe a magazine from the rack by the checkout. “The sexual exploits of heartthrob Steve Harringon? Inside source tells all?” You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend. “Stevie, is there anything you’d like to tell me? Has Robin sold you out?” 

“She would,” Steve allows, not even looking at the magazine as he sets your groceries on the conveyor belt. Nancy has told him a million times to not risk being out in public like this, but he says he misses the mundanity of it. I just want to go to the mall and shit like that with my girlfriend, that shouldn’t be a big ask. So they’d compromised; Steve sacrifices the volume of his hair every time he goes out by squishing it under a baseball cap, and Nancy gets the peace of mind knowing that there’s no chance of her most big-time client being recognized while his hair (practically trademarked, at this point) is covered. “But she has even more fun with feeding them ridiculous stories. She says my real life is too boring.” He wraps his arm around you, drawing you away from the magazine rack. “Monogamy, you know?”

“Such a drag,” you agree, gratified when he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Wanna see what she told them?”

Steve makes a noncommittal humming sound, but he leans over to watch as you leaf through to find his page. “Ooh, this is a good picture of you, babe.” Steve winks at you from the page, skin glossy and laminate. “Okay, so you slept with every single girl at Hawkins High while you were there, you…apparently had a very passionate fling with an heiress on vacation in Bora Bora, and you were found in a closet, completely naked with two girls at a party…in uptown?” You gawp at him, feigning betrayal. “Stevie, was that the party last week? When did you slip away?”

He jostles you by the shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“You’re so sweet to me. Hey, look—” you pick up another magazine, reading off the cover, “The seven-step regiment Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington doesn’t want you to know.” 

“You’re joking.” He scrambles to see over your shoulder, and you laugh, showing it to him.

“I am,” you confess, and Steve actually sighs in relief. “It says five steps.” 

“Suckers,” he scoffs. “Don’t fuck with me like that, babe, that’s my income you’re joking about.” 

You laugh again, reaching up to take his hand where it’s slung over your shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short,” you say, intertwining your fingers. “It’s only like, ninety percent of your income. You’ve got some talent.” 

Steve looks at you, eyebrows rising nearly to the brim of his hat. “Oh yeah? Changing our tune from the car this morning, are we?”

You scoff, but he only wrestles you closer, pulling you tight against his side. “I didn’t say you were a bad singer, I said you couldn’t hit the same notes as Madonna.” 

“But I did,” he says smugly, taking out his wallet as you approach the checkout. 

“Well, you tried.” 

Steve hums disappointedly. “M’gonna have to rethink all these free, private concerts if my audience doesn’t appreciate them,” he says. 

You smother a laugh, pressing a hand to your chest in a show of dismay. “What? No, please, Mr. Harrington, you can’t do that. I’m your biggest fan!”

“Harrington?” The cashier, a man not much older than you or Steve, looks up from the groceries. “Like, Steve Harrington?”

Steve tenses, and you feel instantly guilty for your dramatics. “Yup,” you say quickly. “I’m a big fan of his.” 

The man nods. “Me too. Heard he’s back in town for a bit.” 

“You don’t say.” 

“Yeah, but I mean, we probably won’t be seeing him around much,” he says matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. Steve looks down as subtly as he can, hiding his face under the brim of his cap. “When you get that famous, you can’t just be going out in public like the rest of us. Poor dude would probably get mobbed.” 

“Probably,” you agree, smiling as you squeeze Steve’s hand in your grip. He sneaks his other hand to your waist where the cashier can’t see, pinching scoldingly at your side. “Wouldn’t want that.”

#popstar!steve harrington #steve harrington au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #popstar!steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic

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fic rec friday 10

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

something borrowed by @rosyredlipstick

In the Solace Wedding Planning agenda, on the fifth page into their summer schedule, there are carefully scrawled out notes reading this: Bride and Groom - Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang Best Man & Maid of Honor - Percy Jackson & Piper McLean Wedding Court - Annabeth Chase & Jason Grace Mellie & Gleeson Hedge Reyna Ramírez-Arellano & Leo Valdez Ring-bearer - Chuck Hedge Flower-boy - Nico di Angelo - Will plans wedding and now, apparently, Nico stars in one. Except...sometimes there's a bit more confusion on that last part. AKA the AU where Will plans weddings and thinks Hazel and Frank are going to have to cutest, gap-toothed ten year throwing flowers down the aisle, all while wondering why this 'Neeks' guy is always hanging around, and what business he has looking that good.

yes i am back on my rosyredlipstick (dude she's GOOD okay). however this one is my favourite i think. this is the kinda story you could use to explain to people what dramatic irony is bc LORD i wanted to SHAKE THEM 😭😭 will falling like deeply in love with nico and being intensely stressed about everything the whole time is so real and on brand. i love him and i love the fond exasperation that just bleeds from this fic its GREAT

2. Rental Love by @rosyredlipstick

*Read Terms & Conditions - Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C. Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event? Look no further. Your solution is here! I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date. Accepting all genders as applicants. Email [email protected] if interested. Interview & application will be set up there. - Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible. They’re all a bit surprised about the last one.

THE LEVEL OF STUPID THAT THEY ARE...😭😭 kills me fr. like this whole fic is just a manifestation of truly one of the best tropes of all time…..like what if we took a hallmark movie and made it gay as all hell. iconique indeed

3. A Match in the Making by @coconutcranberries-blog

“You’re a morning person,” Nico muttered, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. He ran a hand through his black hair, which stuck up in disarray, the same way it did every morning. He was a mess, and Will Solace looked annoyingly put together, and Nico didn’t even care, really, he didn’t.

friendship is the core of romance!! it is!! every time!!! and it's such a core in this fic....which is fucking??? ten years old??? im just realising?? jesus christ??? anyways. "Nico had the sudden, warm feeling that Will Solace had never bought his act." i YELLED

4. Perception by scorchedtrees

In which everyone thinks Nico and Will are together.

i love this trope i love it SO BAD. both ways. when your love is so obvious that no one misses it.....love to see it truly. and will can have one second of beingn smooth and not a dweeby loser. as a treat

5. the world is brighter than the sun now that you're here by @finalizer

It was hard, Nico eventually concluded, to maintain one’s air of spooky otherworldly detachment with a blinding ray of sunshine trailing one step behind him every minute of every day.

grouchy nico my beloved truly. honestly hes such a bitch i love him like "Seriously, give the guy a perm and a few cats and he’d be that weird aunt that everybody avoided around the holiday season." why does he ALWAYS have something vile to say 😭😭 hes a mood fr

thank you for joining me this saturday friday!! happy reading!!

#look im on time in like. alberta #so #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #nico/will #will/nico #pining nico di angelo #pining will solace #whipped nico di angelo #nico di angelo & hazel levesque #fic rec #fic rec friday #FRF #longpost

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Sterek Fic Rec - April & May 2023. Sorry team, I know I am late and now combining months. Been busy with other things so while I hope to keep doing rec lists, they may be less monthly overall. But I promise I am still here! :)

Orbit (yours is the only one i'd follow) by whenwordsmakesense (1/1 | 1K | Teen)

Stiles flashes back to the nights and mornings he has spent in Derek’s bed, only because he’d fallen asleep researching the latest trouble in their town and Derek hadn’t felt like waking him up, only to drive sleepily and more than likely end up on his computer again once he got home. And he thinks of this pack, his family, has tied them to each other—all of them—and he thinks of how love has filled them up where the holes of loss have taken place.

OR

Stiles muses on what love is.

The Ink Under My Skin by rainsoakedshoes (1/1 | 10K | Mature)

Derek is looking for an Emissary. What he finds is Stiles Stilinski; resident witch.

Stiles would do whatever it takes to protect the Hale pack and his Alpha.

***

“I want to protect my pack as well as I can,” Derek continued. “Emissaries traditionally keep balance, having someone who wants to tip the odds in our favour may come in handy.”

Figure it Out by Gia279 (1/1 | 5K | Not Rated | Podfic by josilverdragon)

“He isn’t cursed,” Derek said suddenly, “I am.” As he spoke, no less than three lizards tumbled from his mouth. He caught them before they hit the ground, clutching them in folded fingers.

Dream Mate - Real Mate by TheyDraggedMeInNowIAintLeaving (1/1 | 4K | Teen)

Stiles is hired to put magical protection on the Hale house, Derek is incapable of making words in his presence. Somehow they still manage to get a happy ending

Derek Hale--Even in the Wind His Hair Is Perfect by literaryoblivion (1/1 | 2K | Teen)

It’s not the greatest job in the world, but someone’s gotta do it. And Stiles makes the most of it, okay?

Writing captions for the live broadcasts as well as helping run and write the copy for the online news stories can get rather tedious and boring, but Stiles tries his best to keep himself entertained. Slipping in a movie or comic book reference inside a human interest story just to see if someone comments about it, putting up a funny headline to see if someone catches it and puts it up on reddit, you know harmless things that to the casual viewer and reader will go unnoticed but to those that actually pay attention, they might get a kick out of it.

Recently though, he maybe has been… abusing his power.

(There's) no smoke without fire by Ark (1/1 | 6K | Explicit | Podfic by  pricklywhicket)

They kiss for entirely too long. If anyone found them in the woods just then they would be like, dudes, this is excessive.

“Stiles, I was talking about the lasagna” by quackquackcey (1/1 | 2K | Teen)

The time Stiles thought his dad could read minds and ended up confessing his inner most thoughts starring Derek—twice.~ 🐺💝

Couldn't find the words by Tails89 (6/6 | 21K | Teen)

*Complete*

John stands, holding out his hand for Melissa. “I never thought I’d be happy to see my son dating Derek Hale."

“They’re good for each other.” Melissa lets John pull her up onto her feet. “I’m happy for them.”

a.k.a

Five times someone thought Stiles and Derek were dating (plus one time they finally used their words and were!)

all my blossoms by WeAreTheLuckyOnes (1/1 | 7K | Mature)

Stiles has to nudge Derek over as he climbs into bed and under the quilt, but Derek goes easily, rolling onto his side and curving around Stiles's body when he settles. He puts his face into Stiles's throat, nose nudging against Stiles's jaw, arm sliding around Stiles's waist. Stiles is asleep in mere moments, comfortable and warm and safe against Derek's body.

Or the one where Stiles and Derek just get to be happy.

You Always Make A Bloody Mess by Sweetsyren (1/1 | 5K | Explicit)

Stiles is used to hiding his scars.

princecharmingwinks special mention (the found family vibes are so sweet!)

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain (1/1 | 22K | Teen)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

See you next time team! Hopefully not as long before the next list. Remember to send all the love and kudos to our fabulous writers (and podficcers!).

#sterek #sterek fanfiction #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

[moonchild-in-blue]

Hey, remember that time II kissed Vessel's arm? Okay byyeeeee :D

Well HELLO GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO

(yes i did see this before i went to bed but i was wayyy too eepie to reply)

I hope you know this has just set the mood for my entire day so. I'm gonna be extra yearning and soft and whiny 👍 Sorry about that guys, I'm a pathetic wet cat of a person 😞

He could've hugged him. He could've high fived. He could've done that guy thing where they slap each other's butts and it's totally platonic and wholesome and hilarious.

AND YET. Mr. Daddy Twofoot (cmon guys, catch up on the name) KISSED??? HIS ARM??? On the sensitive soft part too?????

Like. Okay. Yeah yeah, the boyfriends, etc etc. But let me be actually serious for a second here.

(hello this turned out to be way longer and sappy than i intended so)

Do you see how effortless that was? He didn't hesitate for a second. How often do you see two guys (who I'm assuming are straight) be this affectionate with each other? A kiss on the inner arm is *such* a tender, intimate gesture, regardless of gender/sexuality - a type of action that is not usually expected between straight men.

And I don't know, I find it incredibly endearing and important to see that, as much as they do all that funny sexy stuff for the fans (and for themselves too - they seem to have so so much fun), these type of actions seem to be a part of their regular off-stage interactions. You can feel how genuinely good friends they all are.

And in the case of Vessel and ii, the founders of Sleep Token and the major force behind it all - how surreal and incredible it must be for them to get to experience all of this together. To see their hard work paying off. To stand proudly in front of literal thousands of people side by side with your best friend??? HELLO???

It's such a small thing, but I carries so much weight ya know? Like yeah dude, I love you and I'm proud of you, and you did a wonderful job. Isn't it SO touching???

I just LOVE to see it. Men who are vulnerable and affectionate around each other, who are comfortable in it, who shows us that yes, platonic friendships and pda are beautiful and important and in no way make you any less of a men. Which is something a LOT of dudebros in the metal scene would benefit in knowing.

I just. I don't know bro. Vessel x ii interactions mean the whole word to me. I was just talking with someone a few days ago of just how far Vessel has come in his music journey, and even within Sleep Token, the difference between One days and now is. Nothing short of astronomical. It feels almost miraculous, yet it is anything bUT, because we know how much effort V and ii put into making the music we so love. And of course iii, although not part of the creation process, has been with them from the beginning as well.

Can you imagine how overwhelmingly awesome and scary it must be for them?? And what are the odds of after a few years of changes, they somehow found the perfect person to complete them? SO MUCH SO, that you can see just how close iii and iv are BY THEIR MIRRORING ATTIRES?? HELLOOOOO ???? SOULMATES FR FR

Aaaa I feel like I'm going off on a huge tangent, and I am stopping now before I bring up the German Rituals and Wembley. December was a wild month omg I have not recovered yet.

I just!!! My heart!!! I love them. Vessel PLEASE I have been begging on my hands and knees, PLEASE PLEASE give your drummer a smooch omg he deserves it poor guy has the twinkliest prettiest eyes ever how can you NOT 🥺✨💙

Anyways. Yes, I do remember. Good gif 🙂👍

#good morning sleep token tumblr family #i am in SHAMBLES already 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 #someone please come shatter my bones or kiss my mouth because I don't think I can do this much longer #it's Missing The Vessels hours #more specifically. It's Missing Mister Vessel the First hours #my mostest beloved 😔 i am legitimately about to cry yall i am having an emotional crisis #if anyone wants to come over and watch the Room Below show you are SO welcomed #sleep token #darya answers

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Drive In

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.

Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.

A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.

"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.

All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:

"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"

The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.

Coyote let out a low whistle.

"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.

"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."

She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.

Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.

"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."

He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.

"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"

He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.

"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.

"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick. 

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.

"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.

"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.

Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.

"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."

"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.

Maverick gave him a pointed look.

"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago.  “Guess who was my wingman?"

***

You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.

Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.

You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!

You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.

"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"

"Hi, there. Good morning."

"How you sleep last night?"

"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"

"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."

" ... "

"Send me a pic?"

"No."

"Why not? You shy?"

"..."

" Hello?!"

*incoming unsolicited dick pic*

"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"

" ... "

"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"

"...."

"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"

"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."

"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"

"..."

"..."

"K. Go text one of them then."

" ... "

"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."

You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.

You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.

Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.

Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.

You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.

Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.

He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.

As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?

Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"

"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"

"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.

"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."

You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."

"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"

Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."

"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.

"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.

"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"

"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."

"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:

"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."

You burst out laughing.

"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"

Maverick laughed at himself.

"Sorry. Of course you do."

"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."

***

You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.

"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."

"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.

Maverick started the car and began backing out.

"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."

You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."

Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.

Maverick shook his head.

"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"

"An inside joke?" You suggested.

Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."

"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.

"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."

"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.

As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.

"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.

After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.

"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.

"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.

"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."

"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."

He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:

"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."

Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.

"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."

You felt Maverick take your hand in his.

"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"

You smiled and answered by kissing him again.

"Sure, I'd really love that."

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #fluff #reader insert

[eds6ngel]

Hey sweetie!

you can do an eddie x reader where they get into an argument first thing in the morning and eddie sulks until class is over, even when you try to apologize but at the end of class you see eddie has gum in his hair, probably some idiot put it there, happy ending please!! 💗

hi darling! this is such a cute ask and i would love to do this for you! i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: fem!reader. established relationship. lil bit of angst and hurt. fluff. swearing. j*son c*rver mention. happy ending!! [1.6k].

You decided to spend the night at Eddie’s, the two of you cuddling together as the morning sun shone through his blinds.

You groaned as the brightness interrupted you from your slumber, Eddie still fast asleep, drooling onto his pillow, making you laugh every time it happened.

You stroke his hair, moving the tangled mess away from his face, noticing the time on the alarm clock on his bedside table.

“Baby,” you whisper, “It’s time to get up.”

You feel his arm tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he mumbles, “Five more minutes.”

“The last time you said that, we ended up being half an hour late to class,” you remind him.

“So, be thirty minutes late. I’d rather spend time with my girl,” he says, his eyes remaining closed.

“I’d rather spend time with you too baby, but I’d also like to graduate.”

He opens one eye and smirks at you, quickly leaping up and hovering over you, pinning you down and placing kisses all over your face.

“Eddie!” you giggle, “We need to get up!”

“I am,” he replies, “Just giving you a morning kiss, that’s all.”

He captures your top lip in his, the pair of you sharing a loving kiss as you cup both of his cheeks. As you part, you whisper, “Good morning.”

“G’morning, angel,” he replies, giving you one final kiss as he gets up, stretching and walking over to his dresser.

You do the same, leaving his bedroom and turning to your left, entering the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Eddie is shuffling through his drawers, frantically looking for his Hellfire t-shirt, a staple for his campaign tonight.

“Uh, babe?” he yells to you, you shouting back, “Yeah?”

“Do you know where my Hellfire t-shirt is?”

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself, spitting out the toothpaste in your mouth and washing off your toothbrush. You decided last night to give the Munsons a hand with their laundry, setting up a load to be cleaned overnight.

Opening up the lid, you sift through the clothes, coming across the white t-shirt with black rimming, the infamous logo plastered in the centre. The t-shirt had to be dried naturally, putting it in the dryer risking the print peeling off.

The t-shirt was not wearable. It was soaked through.

“Um… I do, but we may have a problem,” you reply, cringing to yourself as Eddie appears in the doorway, you holding up the soaked t-shirt.

He huffs, you knowing how important it was that he had his t-shirt for campaign night, “Baby, you literally had one job!”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” you apologise, yelling back at him, the start of an argument brewing, “I just thought I was being helpful by doing yours and Wayne’s laundry. I didn’t even think to check what was in the overgrowing pile.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “Well, maybe you should’ve.”

A saddened look expresses itself on your face, Eddie seemingly ignoring it as he powers back to his dresser, looking for another shirt to wear. “The boys are gonna be so annoyed at me. I can already hear Dustin’s voice in my head, like ‘Dude, where the hell is your shirt?’ and then I have to explain how my girlfriend lumped it in with the pile of dirty clothes that she randomly decided to wash at 12am on a Thursday night.”

You try to reason with him, “Baby, I said I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll make sure to check through the clothes with you, make sure there’s nothing there that you desperately need.”

“Well, it’s too late now, isn’t it sweetheart?” he sarcastically replies back, throwing a Black Sabbath t-shirt over his head in replacement and pushing past you out of his room.

If there’s one thing about Eddie, it’s that the tiniest little thing that went wrong during his day would throw him off for the remainder of it. So, him not having the correct shirt for his campaign meant he was giving you mumbles and grumbles for answers, or just ignoring you completely.

You were currently in second period History, Eddie sat to your right on his own individual desk as he frustratedly stabbed his pencil repeatedly through his notebook. You tried your best to concentrate on Mrs. Click’s voice rambling on about the Second World War, but you just couldn’t focus in, the mistake you made eating you up alive.

You had an idea on how to make up for your mistake, but with Eddie’s silent treatment, you realise that your plan may not come to fruition.

You see Jason Carver spit out his gum from behind you, rolling it up into a ball and throwing it at Eddie, the sticky food tangling itself into Eddie’s curly hair. Jason and his friends begin to laugh, Eddie not even noticing the action as you sigh in your seat. Why did they have to target him so much? Why couldn’t they simply mind their own business?

As you hear the bell ring, Eddie slams his notebook shut, being one of the first ones to exit the room, you quickly packing your things away to run after your boyfriend.

“Eddie, wait!” you yell, making him turn around and a sigh escape his mouth. “I’m not here to annoy you baby, it’s just…” you pause, “Turn around for me.”

He follows your request, his back now facing you as you lean up on your tiptoes, grabbing the piece of gum which had attached itself to his brown curls, and pulling it out in chunks with your fingers.

Eddie couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of your hands in his hair, even if he had no idea what you were doing. No matter what kind of argument you two had ever gotten in, your touch always brought him back to reality. How could he stay mad at such a sweet girl like you?

You grab his shoulder, guiding him to turn back around as you show him the ball of food in your fingers, “Gum.”

“Jason?” he asks, to which you nod, “Fuckin’ prick.”

You sigh in agreement, pursing your lips as a strong silence fills the air between you two. You twiddle with your thumbs as Eddie watches his feet scuff along the floor. However, it’s like you both felt the tension as you began to speak at the same time.

“Y/N, I—”

“Eddie, I just—”

You both chuckle as you direct to him, “You go first, honey.”

Even after a fight, you would still call him pet names. It’s a reminder to him that you didn’t see him in a different light, something that grounds him, especially since losing you is one of his biggest fears.

“I was gonna say I’m sorry,” he begins, “I totally overreacted. It’s just a shirt and not having it for one session isn’t going to ruin the whole thing. I just let my emotions get the better of me… and I’m sorry for that.”

You smile as you cups his cheeks, “It’s not just a shirt to you baby, it’s a reminder of the club you built, of your favourite hobby, of how talented you are to create and lead these campaigns. You don’t need to belittle yourself just to make me forgive you easier. I would never hold something as small as this against you, I hope you know that.”

He nods as he places a tender kiss on your forehead, you continuing by telling him your plan, “As I said, I will check with you beforehand next time. But… I do think I have a way I can make up for this.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

You look into his eyes, “Later on, I’ll take the bus home. When I get home, I’ll drive over to yours and retrieve a very meaningful t-shirt to you that I may or may not have left out to dry so I could give it to you before the campaign starts. How does that sound?”

He shakes his head, “My love, I already said it’s okay. You don’t need to do that just for me—”

You cut him off, “But, I want to do that for you. Seeing you happy is my favourite thing in the world and if that means going out of my way to pick up your Hellfire t-shirt, then by all means I will do that for you. Also,” you add, “I wasn’t really asking, I’m doing it regardless.”

He chuckles, “You’re stubborn, you know that?” You raise your eyebrows and smirk at him, “And I love that about you.” You giggle as your lips connect, the pair of you not caring who is around in the school hallways, they could cope.

“Thank you,” he lowly speaks, “What would I ever do without you?”

“Wear a week-old, smelly Hellfire t-shirt to school?” you laugh.

He nods, “Yeah, probably. I used to do that before I met you,” he admits. “I say lunch is calling us, what do you think, sweetheart?”

You squint your eyes at him and smile, wrapping an arm around his waist, his going over your shoulder, “I say some watery mashed potatoes and dry chicken is the pick me up I need.”

You both laugh as you walk down the halls of Hawkins High and to the cafeteria, Eddie walking over to his seat at Hellfire’s lunch table as you stand in the queue for the disgusting cafeteria food, Eddie blowing a kiss to you from his seat which you pretend to catch and press to your cheek.

And by 4pm that afternoon, Eddie was throwing on his Hellfire t-shirt in the boys bathroom, the pair of you sharing a few too many kisses before Eddie went and attended his campaign, perfectly in the mood to be the ideal Dungeon Master.

thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed this!! <3

#eds6ngel #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson hurt #stranger things

[ohtobeleah]

Beach day with Bob, Mama, and little man and the boys are off making sandcastles while mama gets to watch and read a book. Then the boys decide to be little trouble makers and drag Mama into the water for a splash fight

So cute. It’s still early days too. So when Bob extends the invitation out he gets really tongue tied and nervous.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to the beach on Sunday?” You’re halfway through making his morning coffee when you look up to see Bob blushing bashfully as can be as he rubs the back of his head nervously. “My coworkers and I, we like to do a beach day together and have a few drinks and have a barbecue.”

It’s a really sweet offer that you really can’t refuse when it’s as wholesome as it is.

“I’ll uh—yeah I’d love to.” Bob thinks for a second that he’s actually secured the bag. “But—“ Oh. Oh god here it comes. “My son, it’s just mean and him so I don’t have anyone to look—“ You don’t even get to finish your sentence before Bob is interrupting as politely as he can.

“Bring him, yeah it’s a family friendly event. The Hard Deck has a bunch of kids colouring in’s and stuff for after we’re beached out.”

So that’s exactly what you do. And don’t think for a second Bradley and Jake aren’t giving Bob the hardest time in the most brotherly way possible.

“How’s it going over there mama?” Jakes Shouting across the sand at you while you lounge in the sun and read your book. It’s nice to just sit and soak up the vitamin D. Bob just wants to die from embarrassment—he didn’t think to mention that Hangman was unapologetically a hard core flirt. “Wanna join us for a game of dogfight football?”

“I’m good here, thank you though.” You told up your book to signal that you were happy where you were. But then you look over to see Bob and who you only assume is Phoenix, Bobs front seater building a sandcastle just off to the side with your son.

Once you have Bob in your line of sight you don’t stay out for very long before you venture over to see what your little architect had created.

“Woah! That’s a pretty cool sandcastle baby.”

“Bob and Phoenix helped me with it.” He’s a shy little thing, so seeing him this content around new people was pretty exciting. “I’m gonna go get some water to fill the mote up.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Bob comes with you as well. Any excuse to spend any time with you. “You know, he doesn’t come out of his shell all that much since his dad died. But he seems to really click with you.”

“He’s a funny dude.” Bob remarks while he watched the five year old fill his bucket on the shore line. “Also—heads up.” It was a premeditated attack. Your son came racing your way with his sand castle bucket full of water to spill all over you.

“Oh my god!” It was freezing, but you grinned as wide as you could before ducking down to pick your son up over your shoulder. “What am I gonna do with you hey?” But it’s in that moment Bob picks up the now discarded and empty bucket—refills it, and just waits for you to realise. “Bob, no don’t you even think about it.”

“I’m sorry, I made the kid a deal.” He shrugs before tipping the cool ocean water all over you. It’s a mess of squeals from both you and your son and Bob as you all run a muck down by the waters edge.

Meanwhile, Rooster and Phoenix watch on.

“Wonder when the wedding will be?” Bradley chuckles. Natasha rolls her eyes and slaps his exposed chest. He fakes a blow at the contact. “Oof—“

“He hasn’t even asked her on a date yet—let’s get to that first.”

#flight deck // Bob Floyd

[snxffer-tv]

Could I request Kiji (nanbaka) x male guard reader that always wears a clown mask (like the image without the red nose, instead it's just a normal nose) like no one's seen him without it.

https://pin.it/6LTfYpj (the clown mask, but without the red nose)

But without it on he's gorgeous?

For his personality I'm thinking he barely speaks but when he does he speaks in riddle's, oh and he laughs and giggles at lot, he sometimes just starts randomly laughing or giggling, btw he can be mean (he's barely ever actually nice, and he's not shy btw

Oh you can do this as a face reveal almost? (It wasn't him who chose to do it, it was an accident)

Handsome Clown

Kiji x m!reader

Characters: Kiji, Y/N, Ahato, Trois, Aki, Nico, Uno, Hajime and Jyugo

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I didn‘t do the riddle speaking since I have no idea on how to implant it, at the end Y/N is out of character, again I am sorry. Hopefully you like it. I had my fun in writing it. Also didn‘t do any beta reading

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. MISTAKES MAY BE THERE

‘‘If someone would to describe Building 3, they would say it‘s interesting. I mean there is one Guard who is everyones stylist in building 3, some dude who has an interesting way to dress up and than there is the most mysterious one of all these… A guy who wears a clown mask all the time, who almost never speaks and if he speaks,he speaks in riddles and everyone is left confused. He also randomly starts giggling or laughing.

No one really knows what his face looks like. Uno actually once tried to pry the mask off his face but it was like glued into his face. Many started rumoring that the reason he is wearing that mask, is because he is ugly under that mask. Y/N, the guard we are talking about, never denied nor confirmed these rumors and he never plans to until…

It was a nice morning for once in the Nanba Prison. ‘‘ So Y/N, it is very hot outside and you wear that mask… Isn‘t it hot under it?‘‘ asked one of the prisoners of Building 3, to be exact Trois. In the past he made clear that he had quite the interest in Y/N. Like expected there came no answer from Y/N. Why should he answer? It is none of Trois‘s Buisness. It was quite for while until Y/N started giggling. Like always it is random when he does. Ahato came into the picture : ‘‘ What‘s got you all so giggling?‘‘ Ahato asked and looked at Trois. He just shrugged. ‘‘Okaaayyy, anyways Y/N, Kiji wants to see you in his office‘‘ Y/N stopped giggling and just walked away without sparing a glance at the people who talked to him

‘‘So, why don‘t you take your mask of? I mean it is highly unprofessional for a Guard to wear a mask.‘‘ That was Kiji‘s first sentance as soon as Y/N closed the office doors. Kiji was joking. He just wants to see the face of the person who is infront of him. ‘‘Where is it you buisness on what I wear? Just look at yourself‘‘ Y/N said. Kiji should be offened at what he said but his voice was just so attractive. After just standing there Y/N just decided to leave. Little did he know that was going to be one of his biggest mistake.

Sometimes time is going at speed. Some days where time is going so slow that one hour feels like five hours and on other days times goes so fast that one hour was actually five hours. Today was one of the days where time is going fast. In just a blink it went from 8am to 12pm and with that also lunch time has started. So normally Y/N would go to the cafeteria, get his desired a food and leave to go to a private area to eat it food in peace. After he would be done Honey, Haru, Aki and Trois would sit at the table and would eat their food. Maybe if they are lucky Kiji and Ahato would also come.

Now before we start with the accident, I lied. One person has almost seen the face of the Handsome Clown (Y/N). It was none other than Kiji himself. As a human need, you need to shower. Usually Y/N Showers always alone, he waits until Ahato and Kiji are done so he can go. Well there was this one time were he was showering and Kiji just walked in and took the stall next to Y/N. Let me tell you, Y/N made it clear at the beginning the when he showers that he wants to be alone. Well Kiji forgot it apparently and just took the stall next to Y/N. ‘‘Kiji… what did I tell you guys at the beginning‘‘ Y/N said in a calm and scary voice. Kiji looked to the side and just the outline of Y/N face. He didn‘t saw the face of Y/N really.

(something similar like this, just behind a shower curtain and you behind it)

Anyways after that you can say Kiji was lovestruck. He fell inlove with Y/N. You would think due Y/N Character that he would reject Kiji but no… Let‘s just say Y/N had always that deep down desire for Kiji. Y/N wants to keep up his facade that he built, he didn‘t want to end up like some other guards. He lived his whole life like that. Mean Face Guy. Kiji just somehow broke it. Don‘t worry he keeps up the facade during work but behind the private walls he let‘s the wall down, ONLY for Kiji Eyes. I mean of course only his voice tone. Kiji hasen‘t seen Y/N Face yet, simply because Y/N doesn‘t want to. You would think because of insecurity but nahh, he just too lazy to take off the mask, he only takes off the mask when he showers. He even sleeps with the mask on his face. Kiji thinks it‘s weird. The thing is, Kiji tried to take off the mask from Y/N‘s face when he was sleeping. Turns out Y/N has an inner sensor when someone‘s hand is near his face. He just grabbed Kiji‘s hand, before it touches his mask and just plain up coldy said ‘No.‘ After that Kiji never tried again.

Let‘s go to the said accident. Y/N grabbed his plate of food from the counter and walked to ‘his‘ section. He didn‘t get far. Uno from building 13 ran straight into Y/N and knocked both of them down. Somehow during this the mask slipped from Y/N face and EVERYONE saw his face. Some had fangirling moment, some passed out and some of them looked scared. Y/N didn‘t look pleased. Uno laid still on the ground meanwhile Y/N slowly stood up. He just looked at Uno, with an blank face. Yes it was a very classy way that his face was revealed. Y/N thought that someone steals his mask while he was showering and because of that he was forced to walk around without his mask to search for the thief. He thought that‘s how his face was being shown to everyone. He didn‘t expect it to be in a classy way. ‘‘Now, what were you thinking number 11?‘‘ Y/N asked. Uno was shocked and didn‘t bring out a peep. He just stared silently at Y/N with pure shock. Y/N took Uno by his collar and brought him really close to his face. ‘‘I asked you a question‘‘ Y/N said slow. His question was answered pretty fast? Why because an angry looking Hajime Sugoroku stromed into the cafeteria. Hajime‘s anger got even worse when he saw the scene infront him. ‘‘UNO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!‘‘ Hajime asked, he wasn‘t very pleased. Uno started to stutter but no real answer came out. Y/N let go of Uno and he fell down with a very loud thud. Y/N just grabbed his mask, put it on his face and just walked away.

He left everyone by surprise. No one dared to say anything.

AND that is how everyone got to see Y/N face‘‘ Nico explained to Jyugo. ‘‘I AM ONE DAY SICK AND I MISS EVERYTHING SPECIAL. WHY? Also Guard Kiji and Y/N are dating?‘‘ Nico just nodded

Somewhere in Nanba Prison:

‘‘My handsome clown, I love you sooo much‘‘ Kiji said with a lovestruck face. Y/N was just laying on his chest and smiled to himself and just cuddled himself as close as possible to Kiji, he said, more like mumbled an ‘I love you too‘.

#nanbaka #nanbaka x male reader #kiji x male reader #gay #x male reader #xmalereader #kiji mitsuba #sorry for the long wait #anon request

[wavememes]

growing the family

These were originally posted by the deactivated user herebememes. Here, you can find a large collection of rp prompts relating to couples deciding to have a family together. CWs apply for family planning, infertility, pregnancy, and childbirth.

FAMILY PLANNING:

“I know we’ve always said we want to have kids. Why don’t we start?”

“I think we’re ready. Let’s have a baby. Or five.”

“We have something very important I want to discuss right now.”

“Since when do you not want kids, [partner’s name]? Or do you just not want kids with me?”

“What... what do you mean you can’t have kids?”

“Little known fact: dudes can have trouble making babies, too.”

“We’ll get a second opinion.”

“How do you feel about adopting, or using a surrogate?”

“This fertility doctor is a godsend.”

“If this doesn’t work out, we can do other things.”

“We can adopt or- or find a good surrogate.”

“We should keep trying when we’re ready.”

“That was the adoption agency! We got approved!”

“[Name of surrogate] called. It worked, we’re gonna be parents!”

PREGNANCY:

“I’ve got a special surprise. Follow me.”

“Wait, really? We’re having a baby?”

“Surprise! I’m pregnant, babe!”

“A baby? This is the best news ever!!”

“You’re gonna be a great Mama.”

“But what if I’m not a good Mama?”

“I can’t tell if this is the real baby or just my lunch?”

“This kid better be the cutest thing ever. I feel like utter crap.”

“I’m tired of people not knowing, when can we tell them about the baby?”

“Babe, I think you popped!”

“You’re pregnant? Congratulations, that’s awesome!”

“Guess it’s time to start taking weekly bump pictures, huh?”

“Come quick! I think the baby is kicking!”

“Just wait. They’ll do it again.”

“Right there! Did you feel that? Our baby is saying ‘hello’ to you.”

“Baby has definitely made their appearance this week. No hiding this bump anymore.”

“I know cravings are a thing but I am so freaking hungry! What gives?”

“I know not everyone carries the same but I thought I’d be bigger by now.”

“How big or small your bump is doesn’t mean as much as you think.”

“Time to schedule our birthing classes.”

“As long as both you and baby are healthy, there’s nothing to worry about. I promise.”

“Please don’t touch my belly without asking.”

“[Partner] got all the food I’ve been craving and it was like manna from Heaven.”

“You can touch my bump, I don’t mind.”

“Baby’s moving. Come feel!”

“I’m at the point where my bump enters rooms before I do.”

“Oh my gosh, you are huge!”

“I feel giant.”

“This is a pretty big belly, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes, you’ve definitely dropped.”

“I do not waddle. This is my preggo swag walk.”

“I am way too pregnant for this.”

“I feel like all I do lately is sleep, eat, and go to the bathroom. Can this kid come out already?”

“You look like a duck when you walk.”

“The way I see it, I was a Mama as soon as I saw the positive test and decided to keep it.”

“I’m gonna be somebody’s Mama soon.”

“Are you still sick? Oh, Mama. I’ll help.”

“You’ve got that beautiful Mama glow.”

“I don’t like Mama-to-be. I’m a Mama now.”

“Hey, baby. This is your Mama. I can’t wait to finally meet you.”

“Look at this bump! Can you believe how close we are to meeting them?”

“Awww, Mama, look how big you’re getting.”

“Your belly is so cute, Mama!”

“Hey there, big mama.”

“What’s up, Mamacita?”

“Come on, baby! Your parents want to meet you.”

“Whoa, Mama! Look at that big, round, beautiful bump.”

“Pregnancy suits you, Mama.”

“Oh my god, I want him/her out!”

“I’m uncomfortable and achy and huge.”

“Don’t look at me, I’m gonna cry.”

“I literally rolled out of bed this morning, thanks for that.”

“Come out, come out, COME OUT!”

“It’s your fault I’m an overly emotional blimp right now. The least you can do is help out.”

“Yesterday I literally cried because there was a leaf in front of the garage door sensor. I am so ready to be done.”

“I’m well past the point where being pregnant is fun and cute.”

“My due date has come and gone. Get this thing out of me right now.”

“I was told there would be glowing.”

“I hate being pregnant, I’m never doing this again. I’m serious.”

“I know I’m the size of a planet right now, but everyone wants to touch my bump whenever I go out.”

“When I’m shopping, people don’t look at me anymore. They just stare at this gigantic belly.”

“No, I am not having twins. I just carry big, not that it’s any of your business.”

“I can’t sleep and literally no position is comfortable.”

“I’m either being kicked in the ribs or his/her head is so low he/she feels like he/she might fall out.”

“I thought I was done being sick!”

“I’ve been watching like ten birth videos on YouTube a day and I still don’t feel ready for it.”

“All this discomfort and I still have to be screaming in pain for most of their birthday?”

“Why do I have to go through labor? Can’t I just push the kid out and be done with it?”

“This is false alarm number four. Tell your kid to stop playing with our emotions.”

“Being pregnant is such a blessing, but do these last few weeks have to suck so much?”

“Due dates are just estimates. If you’re a few days early or late, don’t freak out.”

PREPARING FOR BIRTH:

“I want to welcome our baby at home/at a birth center.”

“What’s a birth center?”

“A birth plan and a strong advocate are essential.”

“I hate hospitals. I don’t want to have our baby in one if we can help it, okay?”

“Birth is birth no matter how it happens.”

“Baby and I are going to do this together. We’re a team.”

“How about we go over your birth plan one more time?”

“I got you this CD full of birthing affirmations.”

“I am of the opinion that moms should guide birth. It’s happening to them and their baby, no one else.”

“I am not anti-hospital! I’m just… afraid of them.”

“Look, I don’t want to be given a c-section unless it’s medically necessary.”

“This class is dumb! I know how to breathe!”

“How do you feel about being induced?”

“I’m sad about the c-section, yeah, but it’s safer given everything. Baby and I will be okay. Don’t worry.”

“I know we’re both upset about having to change your birth plan. Did you want to talk about it?”

“I’m so excited! It’s gonna hurt but we’re meeting our baby! I can do anything for them.”

“C-section is booked.”

“It feels kinda weird that we have an official birthday now instead of waiting.”

“My body knows what to do to birth this baby. Let me trust it.”

“Hospital bag is all packed.”

“Everything is ordered for our home birth.”

LABOR:

“Yeah, babe, this is the real thing. We should start counting how far apart they are and how long they last.”

“If you forget the camera, I’m gonna be so upset.”

“Okay, I am getting an epidural as soon as I need one. No later or earlier.”

“Honey? Wake up, please. My water broke.”

“The due date isn’t until next week!”

“About time! The due date was [x] days ago.”

“It’s baby day!”

“My contractions are getting closer together. Stronger.”

“Call the midwife. This is the real deal.”

“Ow-ow-ow! Contraction!”

“Please hold my hand.”

“Please excuse my weird animal noises.”

“It hurts so bad!”

“I can’t do this!”

“You can do this. You are doing it.”

“I’m your advocate here. What you say goes.”

“Fuck breathing! You have the baby!”

“Deep cleansing breaths, Mama. In through your nose and out through your mouth.”

“These contractions are annoying.”

“They aren’t that bad, I promise. See? I just breathed through one.”

“Give me the epidural, please.”

“Anesthesiologist will be up soon.”

“Uugghhhh!!! Make it stop!!”

“That was insane!”

“Getting an epidural does not make you a failure. Don’t say that.”

“Epidural is in and I feel so much better.”

“Let me do this my way!”

“I’m sorry, we need to prep you for a c-section.”

“We’re at ten centimeters already? That’s crazy!”

“I could kiss that anesthesiologist.”

“There you go. Sound your baby out.”

“I think I need to push soon.”

“Don’t push until you can’t resist the urge anymore, okay?”

“I can’t believe our baby is finally gonna be here.”

“Just put pressure on my back and hips, babe. That helps the most.”

“Let’s get on the bed.”

“You don’t have to push flat on your back if you don’t want to.”

“Can we get a squat bar in here, please?”

“Page the nurse. I think it’s time to meet this little lady/guy.”

“Let’s walk around the house a bit more. See if that helps.”

“You be as loud or as quiet as you need.”

BIRTH:

“I’m feeling a lot of pressure.”

“It’s trying to come out my- ow!”

“I need to push!”

“Let’s get in the birth pool.”

“Turn the lights down low so mama can focus.”

“You’re so strong. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m sorry I’m so loud. The neighbors probably think I’m being murdered or there’s a wild animal in the house.”

“What position do you want to push in?”

“Yeah, baby is right there.”

“Push harder.”

“It’s like I’m trying to shit a watermelon!”

“Come out!”

“I’m pushing as hard as I can…”

“Why is this so much work?”

“I don’t feel like I’m doing anything.”

“I’m okay, babe. The epidural works. I just feel pressure, no pain or anything. I promise.”

“Gonna push a baby out! Nnngghh!”

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“I can’t, it’s burning!”

“Keep pushing, you can do this!”

“Baby coming out!”

“I want [partner] to catch the baby.”

“How much more pushing?”

“Reach down and take your baby.”

“Here’s your baby! Congratulations!”

“Oh, my God! I did it!”

“I’m so proud of you, my love.”

“I’ve never loved you more than today.”

“Happy birthday, little one.”

“My throat is so sore.”

“Hi, baby! Hi!”

“I feel like I just did the hardest thing I’ll ever do.”

“He/she looks like you!”

“I’m gonna love this baby my whole life.”

“I’m so happy to not be pregnant anymore.”

“I’m gonna stay with you guys the next few days. Make sure we all adjust to this new normal.”

“You’re the most... just wow! I am amazed by you.”

“You did it! You’re amazing.”

“I love you even more than I already did.”

“There’s a whole new person in the world now.”

“I can’t believe we had our baby at home. That was amazing.”

“Doctor said I’m gonna need some pain meds for the next few days. Maybe weeks.”

“You’re already a wonderful mother/father.”

“Seeing you with our baby makes my heart melt.”

“How are you feeling? Still groggy from the surgery?”

“I feel like a failure.”

“You’re not a failure. Don’t say that.”

“It doesn’t matter that you had a c-section. At least not how you think. You’re not less of a woman or whatever crap some people say to make others feel bad about themselves. You still birthed our baby. You’re a rockstar and I’m so proud of you.”

“Ready to go home?”

“You’re doing a great job, Mama. It’s almost over.”

“You’re almost ready to push, Mama. Just a little bit more to go.”

“Showtime, Mama. Push on your next contraction.”

“We’re ready, Mama. Do you know how to push?”

“Good job, Mama! Push that baby right on out. You’re doing great.”

“Push, Mama, push harder.”

“Get mad, Mama. Push really hard.”

“Hey, Mama, here’s your baby.”

“You did it, Mama!”

“I’m finally a Mama.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #pregnancy tw #birth tw #infertility tw

[grxffiti-on-your-grave]

Off to College!

Hey man, Can’t believe you’re making me drive Two fuckin’ hours to come see you In your school’s fall production… But I’m gonna be there. Watch out.

Dude, I have that class on those mornings, too! We’ll see each other then! … What do you mean your class is at 7?

Woah, You got into that school? Hell yeah, dude! I’m so happy for you!!

We will probably never speak again, And I am devastated by that thought.

Yo, Saw you in the hallway today, But you were looking at your phone, And I didn’t want to distract you. You looked busy.

So fucked that you’re moving next week. Why did you have to pick a school so far From everyone else?

Oh, shit, I have that class too, It’s just at a different time. Maybe we can meet up in the library To study sometime?

We will probably never speak again, And I am thrilled by that thought.

Yeah, it is cringe that our schedules Clash that much. You’re absolutely right. We’ll fix that going forward.

No, I know what I’m going in for, I’m just taking it easy this semester. Yeah, I’m not sure where I’m going to transfer. I think it’ll be alright. I’ve got time.

Holy shit, I haven't seen you since 5th grade! Hey, you're going here, too? Man, that's awesome. Maybe I'll see you around.

Oh, I took that class over the summer. It sucked, yeah. I can help you if you want. Sure, I don’t mind.

Hey, This class looks pretty fun. Do you wanna take it with me next semester? Next year?

We will probably never speak again, But we never really spoke in the first place.

Saw a kid that looked just like you on campus today. Jumpscare, right?

So, I know you're across the country right now, But I don't suppose you could fly back in For my birthday party this month Could you?

Aw, I’d love to go, But I have a class at that time. Maybe next week?

Okay, Mom, I'm serious. You can keep taking pictures, But I'm walking away now. I don't want to be late on my first day.

Hey, I saw that you were listed on the roster, But you weren’t here. You dropping this class? Can I convince you not to?

You’re the fourth person at this party To tell me you held me in your arms When I was a baby. I don’t mind, though. It’s kind of endearing.

If there’s a reunion in, what.. Five… Ten years… Would you go? ‘Cause I will, But only if you do.

I hope we do speak again. It was nice being in high school with you.

#poysonal #my works #ok to rb #feeling some sort of way apparently #one more class before i am done with my second week and it has been. well!

[convexicalcrow]

Oh? How normal are we about Pharaoh Cub?

Okay look. You gotta understand. I've been interested in ancient Egpyt since I was a kid. It's my longest-running special interest/hyperfixation, so much so that I've been practicing ancient Egyptian religion for over twenty years. It's something that's very, very precious to me, bc it's so personal to me, and bc I'm who I am, my knowledge of this stuff is arguably higher than the average person. This makes any kind of media about ancient Egypt actually not that interesting to me bc my brain will Not shut up about inaccuracies, so I tend to avoid them bc of that.

(I could go on about my issues with ancient Egyptian themed media, but I won't, that's a whole 'nuther essay frfr.)

(Also I hope you like infodumping, anon, bc that's what I'm about to do :D)

That said, I've actually written a whole lot of Egyptian myth rewrites, as well as ancient Egyptian stories exploring all kinds of various topics. I have some published on an old blog of mine, but some I never finished for various reasons. It's a whole thing. It's been a whole thing for me for a very, very long time.

So, you're me, someone with a more than average knowledge of and interest in ancient Egypt, and you've just become a Cub fan in s8 bc that was my first Hermitcraft season. I had heard about the pyramid, and Pharaoh Cub, and I was both SO INTERESTED but also actually quite hesitant to watch Cub's s7, bc I didn't want to be disappointed if he messed it up or did something wrong that caused my brain to Disagree. Again, very irrational bc my brain do be like that, but also based on previous experiences of seeing ppl just taking the aesthetics and doing whatever with it, and screw historical accuracy.

(Honestly, this is, like, my One (1) critism with the lore TrixyBlox built into the USW map. Can we Not have evil pharaohs plz just for once. ;_;)

I wanted to trust Cub, bc I'd seen the research that went into the canyon build. He's a smart dude. He cares about getting those kinda details right. And I did genuinely want to see how he approached the pyramid build and how he was going to use it as a base. But again, SO HESITANT. bc what if my blorbo messes it up and ruins the whole thing for me bc m brain is Stupid about this sort of thing. ;_;

But I'm so glad I trusted Cub when I did get around to watching s7, bc I fell in love with the pyramid. The fact that he cared about making it as life-size as possible, but also that he took an approach of taking what works, but also making it his own, and making it fit into the minecraft world. Like, using Standard Galactic for hieroglyphs! I loved that small little detail! It makes so much sense to use it that way.

Like, my very-not-srs gripes about the Pharaoh skin and its weird sleeves aside, his approach was very much how a lot of Egyptian pagans approach things today. Take what works, or what makes sense, and adapt it to where we currently are in the world and what we have access to. And I could tell from how he talked about it throughout the season that he really had done his research. And just- The Morning and The Evening Sun/Star epithet he gave himself like!!!!

Like, it's the little things, like the lapis roof, the stars - including Sirius!, the most important one bc its rising heralds the flood of the Nile and the new year - on the ceiling in the bedroom, the statue room and the way he built those five statues to represent aspects of himself (I cannot stress enough how much I adored those statues), allll the little tunnels and sekrit passageways, and the cartouche on the wall with his name in SGA and using SGA in the museum room, the treasure room with its traps, and the tomb of the Pharaoh himself. Like. It was such a perfect blend of Cub and Egyptian stuff. 10/10. I can find no faults. Although I do want to go back and finish the oasis room at some point. Make it a healing pool room with a shrine or two in it. Something like that.

Like, I had my doubts, but I trusted Cub and his process, and I was right to do so. It cemented Cub as my favourite Hermit at that point, bc he took my special interest and did it justice. And that's why I'm Very Normal about Pharaoh Cub.

But there are also other aspects too! Pyramids were designed to be tombs, and that's where the Pharaoh was left to rest at the end of s7. Which seems very appropriate, given where Hermitcraft went after that.

The reason I fixate so much on this is that there's this Egyptian underworld book called the Book of Caverns, that describes the King's journey through the underworld. It's not as well-known as the Book of the Dead, but the reason I keep coming back to it is because of Cub's canyon in s8. Where he built everything in little caverns in the canyon itself. And with the change of skin to young Cub, my brain just cannot let go of the idea of s8 being Pharaoh Cub's journey through the underworld, culminating with the final battle against the serpent we do not name so we do not give it power (a/p/o/p/h/i/s) that is here manifested in s8 as Moon Big. It's not a perfect metaphor, and I won't pretend it is. Especially bc while Cub escapes, the world is destroyed, and that's not necessarily accurate. But! He still escapes! He uses all his knowledge and resources that he's gained through his journey through the underworld to escape. To rise again in s9 as the new sun.

AND AND AND the fact that in s9 PHARAOH CUB DID ACTUALLY RETURN. Only now, we have the Pharaoh as a distinct entity. A divine akh/ancestor, a master magician, one who is clever and wiley like Thoth and who loves playing games and playing pranks. (Thoth is a trickster, and a very smart one.) And to have the distinction between Pharaoh Cub, who is a god, and mortal Cub, who is just Cub, like.

(Cub and his possession kink is also a whole 'nuther essay frfr)

That distinction makes sense in an Egyptian theological framework. Once the Pharaoh dies, they become divine akhu/ancestors. Very few were Actually Deified in a way we would recognise, but Cub is still not wrong when he calls the Pharaoh a god. The Pharaoh was a conduit between the people and the gods. He acted as the only high priest of the religion. He became King by hosting the Kingly Ka, the divine soul of Horus that legitimises their rule. This Ka/soul, has been with every king before it, and all the kings are attached/accessed through it. Kings live forever, after all. My own personal religious work has involved various Kings and Queens and working with them. (Not the most famous ones, tho, it's mostly the Sobek ones bc I worship Sobek first and foremost.)(Sobek being a crocodile god, a strong protector, and a god who was incorporated in Horus at one stage and gained Kingship attributes from that.)

And so it makes so much sense for the Pharaoh to be a separate entity now. The old man died, bc Cub is mortal, and ba/eternal soul of Cub was reborn into a new, younger body, with a whole new ka. Everyone has a ka, it is the soul that belongs to a particular lifetime and is the one that goes through judgement after death. The ba is eternal, and can have many kau/souls throughout its existence.

And bc the Pharaoh has died and become an akh, he can be contacted and manifest in the world again through the mortal Cub. The fact that Cub never actually changed the Pharaoh skin to reflect his younger self? It still has the old man's face? Like. This helps the distinction work. They're two different souls. This is theologically sound. And honestly I never imagined the Pharaoh lore would get to that point. But here we are, in s9, and we have the Pharaoh and mortal Cub, and I am Just So Normal about this bc I thought I'd missed my chance at Pharaoh Cub bc I only started watching in s8. BUT NO. s9 came along and is like, would you like some more Pharaoh Cub? and it's eating my brain like. oh my gods.

And also like, the Vex Magic Grimoire I've been working on? Canonically (to me), it's being written by Pharaoh Cub. Once the ConVex and ConCorp shenanigans settled down, and Cub had space to really focus on his magic, that's when he starts working on the grimoire. bc almost all Pharaohs were also master magicians. They had to be! It was part of their work as high priest and conduit for the gods. So Cub has Pharaoh magic on top of Vex magic, and in working through his new powers, decides to start recording down all he knows about Vex magic. Scar does some as well, but it is intended to be mostly Cub.

(I have an ask I STILL have not got around to about the Pharaoh's magic, and I will save a longer discussion for that there. I will get to it, I promise, anon! It's just taken a while to get my thoughts in order. <3)

It's like, in Pharaoh Cub, I can combine my love of writing about Egyptian things with my current hyperfixation on Cub, and it's so much fun omg. Cub doesn't do deep lore the way someone like Sausage does (again, whole 'nuther essay lol), but there's enough there to make a really good story, and build up these aspects of his character and make a really coherent story out of it.

And with Pharaoh Cub, I can explore all kinds of things that maybe don't work with other characters. Like death! In a way that doesn't really happen in minecraft bc players just respawn. Permanent death is something I've really only encountered on Empires, not Hermitcraft. But with the Pharaoh dying and being laid to rest in his pyramid? Like. That's something to work with. There's lore there to explore. Old Man Cub coming to terms with dying and what happens afterwards. and bc like. idk if anyone has actually ever written Old Man Cub as an actual Old Man. But as someone who's approaching 40, and has their own chronic pain stuff to deal with, like? Maybe I see it differently. Maybe I want to approach Old Man Cub as an old man. And maybe the Old Man dying as Pharaoh, and being reborn into a younger body is one way to do that.

Sure, it may not be the most popular fics for ppl. Maybe ppl are more interested in my other works. But I don't care. It's all my special interests in one place and I'm having the time of my life. :D

Even if I STILL don't know what to do with the journey through the afterlife!s8 caverns idea. Maybe one day I will find the right spark to do that idea justice. <3

#convexical asks #hermitcraft #convex #cubfan135 #gtwscar #pharaoh cub #old man cub #young cub #fanfic #cub's pyramid best pyramid #ancient egyptian magic #ancient egyptian religion #devotional writing #mythfiction #this is a lot of infodumping #but i hope it helps explain things

[canirove]

Best friends… forever? | Chapter 12

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"Mate, stop stalking Mila."

"Uh?"

"You are checking her friend's Instagram. Again" John says.

"I wasn't. It was open there from earlier."

"Rúben, I'm not five. You were checking again that photo where she's in the background laughing with some guy."

"Ok, fine, yes. I was. Happy now?"

"No, I'm not. She asked you to give her space to make up her mind. Let her."

"It's not as if I'm constantly sending her texts or something like that" Rúben says.

"Maybe. But you are looking at that photo with such intensity, that I'm sure she can feel your eyes on her even if she's on the other side of the country."

"You are so funny" Rúben replies, rolling his eyes. "But do you think..."

"Do I think..."

"Do you think something happened between them?" he finally dares to ask. That thought had been on his head since the moment he saw the photo. He knew Mila, and she was definitely having fun with that guy, she wasn't faking it. And he had his arm around her waist, which means that he was definitely interested on her.

"Maybe? I don't know, man" John says. "But she is single. If she wants to hook up with someone, she's free to do it. And so are you."

"I don't want to hook up with anyone."

"I think it will do you some good, help you stop obsessing over Mila. That isn't healthy, mate."

"I know it isn't" Rúben sighs. And he hates himself for feeling like that.

"Then why don't we join Jack and the others tonight? We go out, have some fun, maybe meet some nice girls..."

"Ok, fine. Just don't pressure me to do anything."

"Me? Never" John smiles.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Rubes, mate, that girl over there is begging for your attention."

"John, what did I tell you this morning?"

"I don't know. You were crying over Mila and then... I don't know" he shrugs. "But look at that girl! Have you seen her? She's so hot!"

"John..."

"Mila may have shagged that dude from the photo. Don't you think you also deserve some fun?"

"I don't want a one night stand."

"Yes, I know, you want Mila, to marry her and have five children. But until that happens, you could have some fun, you know?" John insists. "She's coming over here. Be nice."

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"You could also do something, you know? I'm putting all the work."

"I'm sorry, Charlotte" Rúben says.

"Margot. My name is Margot" she replies, moving from being on top of him and sitting on the bed. "What is wrong with you?"

"It's too complicated" he sighs.

"You can tell me while I wait for my uber."

"I've fallen in love with my best friend."

"Oh, shit."

"Oh shit indeed” he chuckles.

"And does your best friend feel the same for you?"

"I think she does. But she's having some trouble accepting it, she's too scared. She thinks that if things go wrong, if we don't work out as a couple, our friendship will be over."

"An understandable feeling."

"I know. She's asked me to give her space, but I am struggling a bit with that."

"Are you stalking her or something?" Margot asks.

"No, no. I just... I'm constantly refreshing Instagram to see if she or the friends she's with have shared something new. I can't stop thinking about her."

"That's a bit stalkery."

"It is, isn't it?" Rúben sighs.

"If you really love her, you must give her that space, let her figure out things on her own. It will be tough, but it will also do you some good. You clearly don't like the way you are behaving."

"I don't, no. I hate it."

"Then uninstall Instagram from your phone. Block her number. Cut all type of communication with her, and just enjoy your lads holiday."

"What if something happens to her? What if she wants to talk to me and she can't?"

"Does she know any of your friends?" Margot asks.

"She knows them all, yes."

"Then if something happens, she can call them. And they can also keep up with her."

"It could work..."

"It works. That's how I stopped going back to my stupid ex" Margot shrugs. "And my uber is here."

"Thank you."

"What for?" she asks, getting up from the bed.

"The chat. I needed it."

"You're welcome” she smiles. “I would have enjoyed a lot more shagging you because you are like, the hottest man I have ever seen, but... Oh, well. Good night, John."

"That was my friend. I'm Rúben" he chuckles.

"John, Rúben, Charlotte, Margot..." she says with a smile. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too. Good night, Margot."

"Good night, Rúben" she says, leaving the room.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[katiescribbles]

SECRETS REVEALED ; written by kategables

warnings : grammatical errors ahead, small texts, spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue, lowercase intended.

enjoy reading!!

you and Steve have been together for almost four months now and the relationship is strong, the only problem is that it’s private, no one really knows except you two and robin. it’s not that he didn’t want his reputation ruined, he’s already out of high school but because you guys were a huge deal to everyone, you were enemies ‘til one night at some dudes party and that’s where you two..you know. and ever since then you guys have kept it low-key. and today you have planned to meet him on his house to stay over for the night.

as you walked into steves’ house, you didn’t bother to knock on the door and just opened it. as the opening of the door was heard, five heads turned to your direction, they seemed shocked the moment they saw you, Dustin made a face before speaking. “did someone invite y/n?” he said in a confused tone, you quickly made a stupid excuse in your mind. “o-oh uh..harringtons’ sister wanted me to come over..” you said with an awkward smile, your mind mentally screaming at you because then you just realized he doesn’t have a sister.

“sister? Harrington has a sister?” Eddie then spoke up, you were standing still awkwardly waiting for Steve to be in the room wondering where he is.

“oh uh–”

“yes yes! she’s from uh..–” robin stopped for a moment to think, trying to help you get away from this situation.

“california!” you both said in unison ending it with an awkward laugh. “okay, so where is she?” max said in a serious tone with Lucas sitting next to her. “steve said no one was here so unless she doesn’t exist or she got killed by vecna.” maxs’ sarcastic remark made me look at robin as he looked back at me with a “now what do we do?!” I let out a sigh when suddenly Steve stepped in the room.

“sorry for taking so long, I had to find something that could show off my charm.” he said before looking up and suddenly caught off guard. “uhh, what is she doing here?” he said in a confused tone, trying to play it off when in reality he’s longing to run to you after not seeing you for two days.

“we were gonna ask you that.” they all said at the same time, their attention turning from you to steve, all confused.

“steve, I have a question for you.” max asked in a tone we couldn’t seem to make out. “uhh, sure..” he responded before sitting down on the couch.

AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST STAND HERE?? you thought to yourself, you finally stepped closer to the couch and sat down on the very edge beside Eddie. why are they even here? you thought to yourself.

“when was the last time you took a shower?”

“this morning..”

“where did you work at the mall?”

“scoops ahoy” Steve was still confused what all of these questions were for.

“do you have a dog?”

“no”

“who’s my brother?”

“billy”

“do you have a sister?” shit.

“no”

“aha!” Dustin shouted as if he just won the lottery, everyone was now looking at you while you looked at steve and robin for help.

“well, maybe robin can explain why i’m here..” you awkwardly chuckled before giving robin the ‘look’ and then looking back to steve.

“actually, no, let’s just forget–”

“Y/N AND STEVE ARE IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP AND THEY ONLY TOLD ME BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH SCARED TO TELL ALL OF YOU SINCE YOU GUYS WOULD PROBABLY MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT AND THEY DON’T WANT THAT, THEY LIKE THEIR FLIRTING AND BOOBIE TOUCHING IN PRIVATE.” before Steve could even finish his sentence, robin started rambling with her eyes closed, ratting you and steve out.

you mentally slapped your forehead in disappointment and embarrassment, now slowly getting up and trying to walk out the front door while others was still trying to process what was happening but of course, max was quick with it.

“hold on, stay where you are y/n.” max said not even looking at you. turning your head to look at steve who was now standing there with his hands on his hips and shooting daggers at robin.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEY’RE BOTH DATING, I KNEW IT. MAX YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS.”

‘so Dustin did infact win something..’ you said in your head

“y/n, steve, you owe me money.” max said in somewhat an angry but also about to laugh tone while looking at you and steve.

“yieeeeeeeeee, probably both of them fight in front of us, screaming at each other but in bed they’re screaming for–” before eddie could even finish teasing, you grabbed his hair and gave him a warning look.

“ow..I think you got used to doing that to harrington.” he teased again.

“SHUT UP, EDDIE” your voice raised while the others were still laughing, along with Steve.

“well, that cat’s out of the bag now, maybe you guys should leave and we can plan our hangout again tomorrow.” steve suggested as the group groaned.

“fine fine, but harrington, if you do hurt y/n in anyway, i will cut off your hair while you’re sleeping.” eddie threatened, looking at steve and leaving out the front door.

once everyone was finally outside and you two were left alone, you both took steps towards each other before laughing your butts off.

well, their reactions was better than you expected.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #foryou #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington blurb #secrets #short fanfic #eddie munson #max mayfield

[mollymagician]

Dreamling Week Day 7: AUs

…been battling with this for a month. Dreamling people, ilu, I haven’t wanted to write chapter-length fic in years, what have you done to my brain.

Wanted to have a whole first chapter to post but getting ready to travel for a week messed up my whole groove. Human AU. Dream is a reclusive street artist who can do things that are inexplicable. Hob is intrigued, and also glad it’s not pink penises this time. Matthew is Matthew, with thumbs.

Hob woke at too-fucking-early o’clock on a Wednesday morning to a text from Matthew. Several texts, in fact, though all but the first were just strings of exclamation points and emojis. Which wasn’t entirely unusual but he was entirely too tired to try and decipher it all.

Might want to come down and see this, boss, we got Dreamed!

“What the hell??” He scrubbed his hands over his face and rolled over, shoving the phone beneath the pillow. It wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had, considering it continued to buzz. Incessantly.

Hooooob

Hob, I know you’re awake

Get down here my good dude

Robert.

Im gonna throw rocks at your window again

HHOOOOOOOOOBB

Christ all right I’m coming

he texted back, eventually, toothbrush dangling out of his mouth. Five minutes, a pair of jeans and yesterdays jumper later he was clattering down the stairwell that led from his flat to the side lot of the pub that occupied the lower level of the building. He pushed open the exterior door and ran face-first into a small crowd.

“Matthew!!!” he called. “Matt, what is the— oh, hell.”

Matthew— good friend, pub manager, and reason why the ground under his window was littered with landscaping gravel— pushed his way past the gawkers and said, “Morning!”

Hob tilted his head, trying to make sense of what he was seeing with fifteen people plus Matthew sticking their phones in his line of sight to snap photos. “Yeah, good bloody morning. What exactly am I looking at?”

Graffiti was what they were all looking at, presumably, but the last time he’d had to scrub any off the side of the Inn, it was a neon pink penis and the words BITE ME MARGARET. This was altogether different. Over an area eight feet wide by nearly eight feet tall, each individual brick in the New Inn’s dignified old facade was…colored? It created a pixelated riot of hues, but Hob couldn’t see any particular rhyme or reason behind it.

Matthew elbowed him. “Cool, huh?”

“I…suppose?” Hob said. “I mean, usually when we get vandalized it’s just someone wanting to slag off the monarchy or something, I guess this is a nice change.”

Matthew snorted. He reached out and plopped a hand down unceremoniously on the top of Hobs head. He tugged him backwards a few feet, and then a bit to the right, waggled his head just so, and said, “There, look again.”

Hob blinked and did as he was told. “Oh.”

Sunflowers. An eight-foot-tall bunch of sunflowers splashed across the brickwork, now clear as day when before they’d been a choppy blur.

“Eh!? Eh!?? I know, right!”

Hob stepped past the thinning gaggle of onlookers and reached out to touch the wall at eye level, rendered a brilliant golden yellow by—whatever this was. It hadn’t been here the day before and he expected still-damp paint, but it was something soft and powdery that flaked off the brickwork and stained his fingers. “Is that…chalk?”

“Yeah, I forget how out of touch you are these days.” Matthew followed, snapping closeups from a few different angles as he went. “He always uses chalk. Or she. Maybe she. Not trying to be, you know, sexist. S’just they’ve got that whole Bansky thing going on right now so who the hell knows, really.”

Hob’s felt his eyebrows doing the complicated little dance they did anytime he was trying to follow along with one of Matthews tangents. “They who?” he finally managed.

Matthew pointed to the bottom corner of the mural, where, rendered in weirdly precise swirls of chalk, was the word DREAM.

#dreamling #DreamlingWeek2023 #human AU #dream of the endless #hob gadling #*beats brain into submission* #writing time!!

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 2

“Last time on Total! Takes! Island! 22 campers participated in their first challenge: a one-thousand foot dive into shark-infested waters. Most campers took the plunge, but a few were feathered and tarred by their teammates- and me! In the end, it was Fren who walked the dock of shame, and Ass who lived to play another day. Who will go home this week? Find out today, on Total! Takes! Island!”

Another beautiful morning in Wawanakwa- that is, unless you’re a camper being woken up bright and early. 

“It’s 6 AM!” Bonnie yells out the window as air horns blare over the intercom. 

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!” Chris shouts through his megaphone. “It’s challenge time!”

The campers collect outside of their cabins, groggy and tired. Frollo arrives first, carrying his Bible with him, much to Max’s annoyance. “Are you really gonna bring that thing with you everywhere all season?”

Frollo looks thoroughly unamused. “Yes,” 

Julia steps out next, yawning and rubbing her eyes under her glasses. She glares at both Max and Frollo as they stare at her before being ran into by Michael, who wasn’t watching where she was going. 

Mal is, of course, up bright and early, smiling. Ass stares at her with heavy bags under their eyes. “Morning person?”

“Nah, just snuck some coffee from the mess hall before Chris came out here. Want some?” She offers a thermos. Ass smiles and accepts the gift. 

“Morning, campers! Hope you had a good night of sleep, because your next challenge starts in eight minutes!” The crowd responds with a groan, much to Chris’ delight. “Time for your twenty kilometer run around the island!”

“Are you kidding me!?” Caesar shouts. Chris rolls his eyes. “You know I would never joke about torture,”

Chef walks up behind the crowd and blasts an air horn, shocking all of the campers into running (with the exception of Bonnie and Caesar, who sigh and walk instead). 

“Well, this blows. No one’s even had a huge meltdown yet,” Bonnie says, hands in their hoodie pockets as they walk. 

“Oh, they will,” Caesar chuckles. “Trust me on that.”

Bonnie shrugs and keeps walking at a steady pace as the two pass O, who's wheezing on the ground. 

The inside of the mess hall looks like a refugee hospital as the campers who have arrived already lie on the floor, the benches, the tables, panting and coughing. Joner groans for water, weakly holding a hand up, which McLovin (lying beside him) shakily high-fives. 

Peter and Sha-Mod come bounding in, breathing through their mouths. Even the picture of Lightning is red-faced as they complete this leg of the challenge for their team. 

“That’s everyone, McLame,” Patrick snaps. “Where’s our prize?”

“Oh, no,” Chris says. “This is just the beginning!”

Everyone groans. “Don’t worry, dudes, I’m sure you’ll love this part!”

Chris pulls a drawstring by a pair of heavy purple curtains and reveals a glamorous buffet, lined with every fattening, carb-heavy food you could imagine: breadsticks, mac n cheese, potatoes in all forms, a ham and a giant turkey, beans, and with dessert to spare. The whines and groans of the Fujoshis are stifled as they stare in ecstasy, and then dig in.

When they finish up, Chris giggles. “Ready for part two?”

“Part two?” McLovin groans. “Wasn’t this part two?”

“Just the beginning, my friend, just the beginning,” the host chuckles back. “It’s time for the Awake-a-Thon!”

“Don’t worry, dudes, this is an easy one! Your only goal is to stay awake!” Chris chuckles. “Whichever team member survives the twelve-hour marathon wins!”

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MAL: “Well, I can’t say I’m proud of myself for not remembering this from the original season, but… something possessed me seeing that food. After a week of inedible garbage, it was like seeing my Twitter account finally being unsuspended after a month on my alt!”

---

10 HOURS IN

“We are ten hours into the Awake-a-Thon, and miraculously, everyone remains awake,” Chris says softly, gesturing to the contestants behind him. 

Mal sits on a patch of dead grass, using the uncomfortable surface to keep her awake. She turns to Peter, who’s looking like a zombie. 

“Hey, are you-”

And with that, Peter falls backwards and is out cold. Mal sighs. 

“One down,” McLovin mutters, mildly annoyed. 

Courtney shrugs. “Could be worse, right? I should’ve known this was coming, I've seen the original a thousand times.”

“I don’t blame you, that stupid run put my brain on the backburner. And those beans were really good,”

“Agreed,” they smile. 

The Anons are faring much better without having had the feast, though they look more “sickly and fatigued” tired than “warm and comfy” tired. 

Austin turns to Kelly, eyes tired. “How’re you holding up, baby?”

She yawns. “Well. You?”

“A little bummed we missed out on that groovy meal, but glad I have you to keep me company, eh?” he winks, earning a little blush from Kelly in return. 

O raises an eyebrow at the two from a few feet away.

---

O: “Listen, I try not to watch Total Drama too much, but I know an alliance is forming when I see one. If I’m gonna make this, I’m gonna need friends.”

---

O turns to Joner and tries to smile. “Hey man, how’re you holding up?”

He smiles back. “Tired, but good! How’re you?”

“Could be better. Hey, listen…” O points to Kelly and Austin, and then looks back at Joner. “You seem like a friendly guy, right?”

“I try!”

“Well, from one friend to another, I’d watch out for Kelly and Austin,” he mutters. “There’s an alliance brewing there.”

Joner’s eyes widen. “An alliance?!”

“You bet. And now both of us are at risk cause Kelly and Austin are the nicest players on the team. There’s no way anyone would vote them out,”

“Well… I don’t know, I’m not the biggest Austin fan,” Joner yawns. “He didn’t treat my buddy Michael very kindly yesterday.”

“Well, we’re in the minority on that. Look at them!”

O points. Kelly finishes a flower crown of daisies and dandelions and places it on Austin’s head. A butterfly lands on his shoulder and a beam of sunlight pierces the clouds and washes over them. 

“I see what you mean, man,” Joner says. “Who else can we get in on this?”

“Well, who else do you think would hate to see nice people having fun?”

Both turn to Max. 

FIFTEEN HOURS IN

Courtney’s head droops, and they’re only awoken when McLovin shakes them violently. 

“Jeez,” they mutter. “I almost lost myself there. Thanks, MC.”

“No problem. Just gotta… stay on top of the game…”

Courtney and McLovin are out seconds after. 

Michael’s eyes close for a moment too long and Max immediately splashes her face with cold water. “God! What the hell!”

“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” Max hisses. 

“You have a lot of energy in you for someone of your size,” Scary comments. 

Austin nods. “Like a baby chihuahua, baby,”

“My great-great-great grandfather on my mom’s side was the best chihuahua breeder to ever live,” Staci yawns. “True story.”

“Yeah, that’s fascinating,” Max says, taking a seat far away from everyone else. 

O and Joner make eye contact and take the opportunity to sit beside him. “You’re not that short,” O says. “My uncle is 4’9 and he’s a heavy weight lifting champion.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s just that Austin, huh?” Joner says. “Always making trouble.”

“Not making enough trouble, if you ask me,” 

“Yeah, that too!”

Across the way, Patrick slumps over, dead asleep. His headphones slip off and reveal he’s been listening to Madonna. 

Joner coughs, redirecting the attention back to him. “Say, if you wanted to, perhaps, join an alliance with the two of us.. Keep us safe… we wouldn’t mind,”

Max yawns. “Yeah. Whatever,”

O silently pumps his fist and nods, then sneaks off with Joner to fist bump. 

20 HOURS IN

Michael and Staci are out cold on the ground. Kelly and Austin lean on each other, and O and Scruffy keep kicking each other in their sleep. 

Scary’s eyes are open, but they’re not moving. 

“Can someone check if… if she’s dead?” Max mutters. Joner steps up and stumbles over, poking his shoulder. Scary coughs.

“Not dead. Asleep,”

“Damnit,” Max groans, before promptly slumping forwards and tumbling to the ground, fast asleep. Joner winces. 

---

JONER: “I was sitting there, like, if we lose, it’s gonna be on me,” he yells at the confessional camera, eye bags still heavy. “And then Max will drop the alliance and throw me and O to the wolves! I can’t let us down like that! and I especially can't leave Michael and McLovin alone. It's really hard to notice, but... they're not too close.”

---

“Gotta stay up… gotta stay up…” Joner murmurs, slapping himself every other sentence. 

“Congratulations, campers!” Chris says merrily. “You’ve made it to the 24 hour mark! Let’s kick things up a notch with some good old fashioned... fairy tales!”

“God, no…” Julia groans. 

“Once upon a time, there was… a quiet, sleepy village,” Chris says in a soft, soothing voice. Chef plays the harp nearby, adding a melodic tune to the dreary reading. “And in this quiet, sleepy village… nothing happened… ever”

Sha-Mod and Kitty collapse into each other, bonking their heads and getting knocked out instantly. 

40 HOURS IN

“And then they totally left their underwear in the guy’s car,” Ass chuckles. “And that’s why I’m not allowed at IHop anymore.”

Mal laughs. “You’re funny. These things really happen to you?”

They shrug. “I guess so. I think there's just something about me that attracts crazy people. What, you have a normal life?”

“Not quite, but not as exciting as yours,” she says. “I run a TD blog. A really popular blog. It’s nothing exciting, but crazy shit happens,”

“Crazy? Like what?”

Mal's eyes narrow at Courtney, who's fast asleep across the way. “Well…”

But when she turns back to Ass, their eyes are closed and their body is limp. Mal doesn't hold up for much longer after.

Frollo reads from his Bible, looking tired but not uttering a peep. 

“Ugh, how are you doing that?” Julia asks. 

“Doing what?”

“Not falling asleep reading that thing,”

Frollo looks up at her. “This “thing” is the greatest work of non-fiction ever made. It’s riveting. I'm in Leviticus right now,”

Julia yawns. “Don’t you dare,”

“Leviticus 18:22 says-”

Julia collapses. 

50 HOURS

“Listen, I really didn’t want for it to come to this, but you all give me no choice, really,” Chris sighs, pulling a book up. “I’m sure you’re all familiar with A History of Canada: The Pop-Up Book?”

Caesar groans. “God, no, please,”

“I wasn’t finished yet, compadre. This is the revised edition, with an additional thirteen chapters!”

The remaining players groan. Bonnie gives in immediately, slowly dropping. Caesar gasps. “Bonnie, no!” But it’s too late. 

That leaves only three- Frollo- still reading his Bible- Joner- fighting for his life- and Caesar- already worried about looking like a zombie tomorrow. 

“Chapter one-”

Joner lets out an earth-shattering groan, catching everyone's attention. He then sighs in defeat, curls up into a ball on the grass, and falls asleep, all his remaining effort gone. Frollo blinks, unamused, and Caesar swallows a lump in his throat. 

“Oh, come on!” Chris shouts. “This is taking forever!”

Caesar sighs loudly and stands, pacing around in circles to keep awake. A few of the fallen soldiers begin to wake up and watch in dead silence as time ticks down. Chris continues reading. Chef comes out with glasses of warm milk and cookies, which are refused. The sun sets again and the sky turns a deep shade of blue. Caesar’s steps are much slower now, but Frollo’s eyes keep drooping- it’s only a matter of time before one of them collapses. 

“This is terrible. Honestly,” Chris says, crossing his arms. He turns to Chef. “Should we make them fight each other?”

“At this point, I don’t think they’d stand a chance,” Chef shakes his head. “Something’s gotta happen eventually, right?”

Caesar’s eyes (now barely open, even as he paces) flit over towards Frollo, who’s been on the same page of his Bible for hours now. 

“You done with that yet?” he asks, barely able to speak. Frollo ignores him. “Come on, it’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Frollo looks up from his page and glares. “I don’t fraternize with the homosexual,” 

“Woah, buddy,” Caesar holds up his hands defensively. “This is a kid’s show.”

“Stop talking to me, filthy wretch,”

Caesar looks over his shoulder to Chris, who shrugs. Then, he gets an idea. He takes a seat on one of the logs around the campfire across from where Frollo is standing and forces a smile. “You know it isn’t real, right?”

Frollo shakes his head. 

“It’s just a bunch of stories loosely based on events that might have happened,” Caesar grins. “It’s less concrete than, um, RuPaul.”

“Silence, you infernal-”

“Watch it, we’re on TV,” he chuckles. “Me, personally, I was never a “God” guy. I spell it with a lowercase G and everything.”

“Enough!” Frollo stands, seething. “You will not take the Lord’s name in vain!”

“Oh, but I just did. Not that he’s going to do anything about-”

Before Caesar can finish his sentence, Frollo spins and launches the heavy book directly at his head. It hits his hair, bounces back, and smacks Frollo straight in the temple. Frollo blinks and then falls backwards. Chris stands in bewilderment, a huge, shocked grin on his face. “Is he out?”

Chef approaches and looks him over. “He’s out,”

“He’s out. He’s out! Finally!” Chris laughs. “Thank God for pompadours! Caesar wins! The Flying Fujoshis win!”

The Flying Fujoshis swarm Caesar, cheering (the ones who are awake, anyway) and the challenge officially ends as Caesar falls asleep and slumps over on Bonnie. 

---

“Anons, you put up a good fight today. Unfortunately, your remaining player was a homophobe. Sucks to suck,” Chris smiles. “You all know the drill- no marshmallow, and you’re out. Forever! Haha. Okay:”

“Staci, Scary, O, and Michael, you’re all safe. 

Next up is Kelly,

Austin,

Max, 

Julia, 

And Scruffy.”

Joner looks at Frollo nervously. Frollo blinks slowly, holding an ice pack to his head.

“Joner, you’re up for elimination for willingly giving up and possibly costing your team the win against Caesar. Frollo, you lost, big-time! But only one of you will be boarding the boat of losers tonight, and the other one is safe. And that person is….”

“Frollo. Joner, time to pack your bags,”

Joner sighs and looks to the team. “It’s been a blast, everyone,”

Michael frowns and stands, running over to Joner and giving him one last goodbye fist bump. “You’ll be missed,”

Joner smiles. “I’ll see you, man. You and McLovin better win that million for us!”

She frowns deeper. “Right. Me and McLovin,”

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MICHAEL: "That was… rough. Even rougher considering that leaves me completely alone. And considering that Joner has been my best friend since elementary school… This has not been a good day for me,"

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Chris watches curiously, and then waves Joner goodbye as he walks down the docks. “That was tough! Who’s gonna be hitting the road next week? And who will suffer blunt-force trauma? Find out on Total! Takes! Island!”

#tti #total takes island