#Camper Van Gifts

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Gifts for Camper Vans: Enhancing Life on the Road

Perfect for nomadic adventurers, these gifts elevate the camper van experience. Compact and multi-functional items are ideal, such as collapsible kitchenware, space-saving organizers, and portable power banks. Consider comfort-boosting additions like cozy blankets or compact camp chairs. Practical presents might include solar-

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[seat-safety-switch]

Once, a long time ago, I was bestowed with an eerie power, beyond the ken of mortal man. In the back of a van that I purchased from the auctions laid an artifact of incomparable might. It let me disappear from the sight of police officers, security guards, journalists, and miscellaneous snoops. I could travel throughout the city, uninterrupted, into its most sensitive areas. Perhaps you, too, have received such a gift from the heavens. I speak, of course, of a high-visibility jacket and plastic hard-hat.

When you are wearing them, nobody at all will ever bother you. Why would you be wearing those dorky clothes if you didn’t belong here? And why would you be here if something weren’t abnormal? The human mind can ignore a whole shitload of stuff, like why a 1965 Ford Econoline camper van is parked haphazardly on the side of the road while a greasy, filthy dude is rifling through a phone swi- oh, he has a high-visibility jacket on. He must know what he’s doing. Even if what he’s doing appears to be pulling several hundred feet of copper wire out of that telco box and stuffing it into the back of his grotty van.

There’s only one downside. Now that I’ve figured out this secret of the human race, I wonder how many others around me are also imposters. Once in awhile, I’ll try to make eye contact with another be-vested individual, really stare him or her down. They usually break the eye contact, and then quickly slink away. Once, some lady ran back to her still-running XTerra, and did a Rockford turn out of the parking lot, before speeding the wrong way down the highway for a few seconds. I’ll never know what she was really up to. Maybe she was actually doing her job.

So if you see me out there, and you’re doing the same thing I am, make sure you let me know that you don’t belong there, too. Together, we can team up to loot even more shit from The Man, and nobody at all will expect that an impromptu team meeting is actually a front for a criminal enterprise of gettin’ stuff.

[puzzlesketch]

Pyro loves to collect stickers. It doesn’t matter what it is they will nab it. They have stickers that were just little promotional things for businesses as well as the little stickers that are on fruits. They put them all over their room and on things they own. They also enjoy gifting stickers to their teammates, the sticker usually reminding them of said teammate and they will smack it on something the person owns.

Sniper has a jar he never uses now because Pyro put a few stickers on it and, despite being wary of the fire bug, finds it flattering that his teammate thinks of him. Pyro has also slapped a few stickers on Sniper’s van, specifically the back door into the camper part, which Sniper feels a tad bad about since he knows they’ll come off when he washes it.

Spy and Medic have both had to ask Pyro to just hand them the stickers so that they don’t have to peel them off of things. Medic keeps all his stickers in a drawer of his desk, and while Spy pretends to despise receiving the stickers it actually makes him a bit giddy inside and he has a small journal that he carefully puts them in.

Scout has a baseball bat covered in them. He used to peel them off but eventually gave up when more replaced them. The stickers relate to any and all sports that exist, a lot of them being logos for different teams for each sport.

Soldier has snapped at Pyro on multiple occasions for putting stickers on his helmet as it breaks the dress code he has set for himself. Pyro listened after a bit and then started putting them on everything else Soldier owned. It is not something he enjoys.

Demo doesn’t care. He is usually too drunk to bother with it and will slur out a thank you occasionally when Pyro puts a sticker on his scrumpy. He has, on some occasions, broken the bottles and saved the glass shards that had the stickers and then puts them in places he eventually forgets about.

Engie finds it sweet and seeing a new sticker on his toolbox always brightens his day. He tries his best to keep the stickers from peeling off, both because they mean a lot to him and because Engie keeping them means a lot to Pyro.

Heavy doesn’t mind the stickers, already used to receiving strange gifts from his sisters when they were growing up. Pyro, thankfully, has never put a single sticker on Sasha but instead covers Heavy’s personal mugs in them. Sometimes he’ll just place a random sticker on Heavy’s vest and pat it with a happy mmph.

[cringengl]

The two van scenes- Steve's self centered 'love' versus Will's selfless love.

The thing that I've only realised upon rewatch is the similarities between Steve's love confession to Nancy in 4x08 and Will's love confession to Mike, also in 4x08 (aka the van scene). Although we usually use parallels to show how similar the ships are, suggesting that they may have similar fates (such as jancy & byler parallels and mleven & stncy parallels), I think these two scenes are similar to show how different stncy and byler are.

So what are the similarities???

First off we have the fact that they take place in the same episode (roughly 25 mins apart) and exsist in a van. There's other similarities such as they both have a "Yeah?" "Yeah." scene:

Which really draws the parallels. Furthermore, both Mike and Nancy feel like they're losing El and Jonathan.

Although Mike confirms these fears more explicitly than Nancy, it's clear that her and Jonathan are drifting apart when neither of them go to visit eachother over spring break, which clearly upsets Nancy. Jonathan's college plans only confirm for the audience that they are drifting apart.

Finally, both Steve and Will give a 'gift' of sorts: Will's painting, and Steve's vision of his future (that he implies he wants Nancy to be a part of).

Will's love for Mike is selfless and generous.

The whole point of the van scene is that Will sacrifices and disregards his happiness as he believes that Mike would be happier with someone else- El, and so he uses his love confession to strengthen their (mleven's) relationship.

Steve literally does the opposite of this.

Steve's love confession is all about him. What he wants. He wants 6 little nuggets and a massive camper van for holidays and that's great for him, but it's not what Nancy wants. Steve is not considering what Nancy wants. It has been shown multiple times throughout the show that Nancy is ambitious and wants a career in journalism. It's what drives her to the trailer park where she learns about Victor Creel and it's why she wants to go to Emerson. I'm not saying that you can't be ambitious and have children, but children is clearly not a priority for Nancy. She literally says it right here:

Showing the difference in Steve and Will's love for their respective Wheeler. Whilst Steve is enforcing unwanted expectation onto Nancy, Will is doing the opposite- "ripping off the bandaid".

Even when Will envisions a future with Mike and tells him, it involves things that they have bonded over and enjoyed in the past together:

Will also gets Mike to talk to him, and share his insecurities. They have several other heart to hearts throughout the season where both Mike and Will talk honestly with eachother, whether that's about Mike's issues with El, being different and how scary it can be to tell other people and working together against Vecna.

Stncy at best has Steve talking about how he is crawling forward and working to be a better person, but not only is that in an effort to somewhat win Nancy back, Nancy never divulges her insecurities with Steve, their 'heart to heart' isn't mutal.

If we go back to the "Yeah?" "Yeah." parallel, you can see that's it's less of a parallel than you may originally think. The person who's asking "Yeah?" Is reversed in these situations, with stncy, it's the 'confessor', Steve, trying to see if Nancy agrees with him, but with byler, Will is instead the "Yeah.", and is helping Mike overcome his insecurities with El, and reaffirming Mike's new found confidence through Will's painting. Steve is again revolving the conversation around himself, where as Will is being as selfless as you can get.

Although it can be argued that maybe stncy isn't having as many heart to hearts and that the reason Nancy isn't responding similarly to Steve being vulnerable just yet is because they're exes, it's awkward, and Nancy is dating Jonathan.

But at the start of season 4, we see that byler are also in a rocky position in terms of their relarionship and Mike is literally dating El.

And yet, time and time again, we as the audience are shown how strong their relationship is and how much they care about repairing it, whereas stncy has had no such thing.

So what is the point of paralleling these van/confession scenes in the first place??

Personally, I think it's to show how pure and selfless Will's love for Mike is compared to Steve's, and what it's like for a confession to fall flat.

The byler van scene is full of beautiful cinematography, rising music, gorgeous lighting and powerful emotion, whereas in the stncy van scene, you can still here the rumbling of the van and the song 'Fire And Rain' by James Taylor, which presumably is from the radio, in the background whilst Nancy hesitantly agrees with what Steve is saying, making it feel less important and almost anti climatic.

Therefore, despite the initial, surface level similarities, these scenes show how vastly different byler and stncy are. Stncy will never be endgame because Steve's love is presented as self centered, whereas Will's love is beautiful and selfless. Byler is endgame as both Will's confession and Mike's reaction are telling of how strong their connection is and how deeply they love each other.

[inkyloco]

The Quarry HCs!!

Dylan -

Def had glasses, wore contacts during summer camp bcz he didn’t want ppl to poke fun of him.

Sleeps like he’s snug as a bug with a weighted blanket (steals the whole cover if in the same bed).

Silly socks enthusiast, he packed so many silly socks.

Vans / slip-on shoes wearer.

Love language falls between physical touch + words of affirmation.

Ryan -

Would try find secluded areas to just listen to his podcasts in peace (under the lodge, radio hut, forest etc.)

Converse / boots wearer.

Very private about his sketchbook (for example; we see Abi drawing publicly a lot, I feel like Ryan would only ever use his sketchbook when there was nobody around).

Is banned from playing monopoly, he’s too stubborn and gets annoyed when “people” (Dylan, Nick, Jacob) don’t play the game by the rules.

Love language falls between gift giving + quality time.

Jacob -

Would run outside with no shoes, only white socks if even that.

Also banned from monopoly (flipped the board, he’s not allowed within 5 feet of the game anymore).

Boots / crocs wearer (I’m right and you know it).

Would punch a pillow, throw rocks, kick objects (and get hurt) when frustrated. Would them complain about getting hurt and get more angry.

“He’s actually… really sweet.” Would literally die for those he loves, love language is acts of service.

Nick -

Would mirror Dylan and Jacob’s energy when around him but would go quiet and secluded when alone. The three nicknames themselves “the big three”, everybody hates the big three /silly.

Slip-on shoes / padded shoes wearer.

Was a really good cook, the campers would make their meals in Health Economics class and ask Nick for his opinion (Nick would always say it was good no matter what).

Love language falls between quality time + acts of service.

Max -

“Honey, hun, sweetheart” etc. for Laura, everybody else gets “T-dog, big guy, champ, buddy” etc.

Wears ring necklace, Laura has one too, they’re promise rings.

Has the worst handwriting known to man, writes in big betters that practically overlap.

Sneakers / crocs wearer.

+ I will do the rest later!!

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Sniper losing an eye and having to suffer the consequences (a bit of lost depth perception and couple days wait until Medic gets back to base to regrow it) and maybe a bit of swordvan thrown in

Sniper Loses an Eye HC (ft. Swordvan)

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Oops, I meant to write a hc, but wrote a mini fic, oh well.

Bare with me for some of this. It's not easy to ask Google, "Would having one eye affect sniper accuracy?" I'm pretty sure it doesn't, I was reminded that OW exists and that Ana has one eye, and she does just fine.

I uh, may have ran with swordvan a bit more than expected 😮‍💨

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Oh God. He's so fucking embarrassed. He's so upset. For one, he's embarrassed that Spy managed to stab him through the eye on the one day the respawn machine was malfunctioning. For two, he's upset because now he's reminiscing on the jokes he's made at Demo's expense. He dead ass sits in the lab for a good twenty minutes, contemplating on whether or not he should hide out in his van to save himself the ribbing he knows he's going to get from both Demo and the rest of the team, minus Medic, who is more than sympathetic to Snipers predicament. But regardless of how sympathetic he might be, Medic still needs Sniper out of his lab after he's done bandaging his face. Sniper just sighs and gets off the table and walks to the doors, planning out his escape plan and calculating where all the mercs should be at this time of day.

Keyword being, should. Because he jumps when he sees Demo waiting outside the lab doors. A smug smile on his face as he leans against the wall, taking a swig from the drink he has on hand. Sniper internally groans, but from the way Demo chuckled, he assumed he might have accidentally done that out loud. Demo doesn't actually say much. He just walks over slowly, standing in front of Sniper.

"Take off the bandages." His tone is asking, but his words covey a demand. Sniper protests, citing the fact that Medic had just spent a decent amount of time patching him up, and he'd hate to see how angry the doctor would get if asked to do it again.

"Dont worry," He moves his hand behind his head, undoing the knot of his eye patch quickly, the motion being one he's done many times before. "This ain't my only one. It's far better than any bandage." Demo reaches up and carefully slips his fingers under the bandages, pausing for a second, giving Sniper a moment to tell him to stop, but he doesn't, so the bandages around his eye find themselves being unraveled, draping around his neck and shoulders as they attempt to fall to the floor. Demo only moves his hand to tap the underside of his eye and then to tap Snipers.

"Look, we match." He says with a smile. And they just stand there for a minute, looking at each other, before Demo invites him to come look for an eye patch that'll fit and that he's willing to wear while Medic regrows his eye. It should have only taken a few minutes, but Sniper finds himself being in Demo's room for hours, taking for hours about the new and old predicaments they had found themselves in.

Sniper had left to go back to his camper late that night. Clutching his gifted eye patch, thumbing over the fabric and he dragged his tired body away from the base. He found himself thinking about the Scotsman more than he normally would that night as he drifted off to sleep. He figured it would all go away by morning, along with all his new worries about his missing eye. Hell, maybe the eye would just reappear in the night. He could only hope.

His eye did not infact reappear while he slept, and his worries and thoughts didn't disappear like he had hope. With battle fast approaching, he tied the patch on and grabbed his gear. Joining the other mercs, he found himself biting his tongue at the jabs made by his teammates. Figuring this was his karma for the many jokes he found himself telling. Demo joined the group the latest, immediately finding his way up to Sniper with a grin. Reaching a hand up to fix the eye patch that was half hazardly tied on.

"It looks good on ya." Was the only thing he said before walking away, only to be seen occasionally from far away on the field. Sniper didn't like the warm feeling that gave him.

Sniper found himself frustrated with his sudden loss of skill. Cursing under his breath anytime his sights failed him. Every time he missed shot after shot. He knew well enough that he'd have issues. His depth perception changes would be something to adapt to, but he found himself completely taken out of his depth, completely removed from his skills, the one thing he prided himself with. As the match came to a close, anyone near could hear the muffled thudding of a gun hitting the ground and a

"Goddammit!" As the other team became the winners of the day's battle. He was pissed off. He had never experienced anything like this, and he hated every minute of it. He could only put his head in his hands and sit for a minute. Taking in the newfound silence. Until he heard creaking and boot fall behind him,

"Y'know, for being new to this whole one-eyed thing, you still do a decent job." Demo complimented as Sniper picked his head up, Demo held out his drink, prompting Sniper to drink, trying to help him ease his disappointments. Sniper accepted as Demo continued to talk his ear off. Sniper tried to listen, but he found his focus elsewhere, between his thoughts on his new frustrations with his skills, and the feelings that seemed to rise up with every kind word or action Demo threw his way. Sniper could only sigh as he attempted to refocus his attention. This was going to be a long week.

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Why do I get so embarrassed when I write? Who knows. Anyways, I hope you like this Anon, this fueled my love of Swordvan </3

I'm finally back. Who knew that forcing myself to write a certain fic that I don't have the inspiration for would kill any desire to write? But now that I'm changing it up, I feel more productive! Thank you, guys, for being patient with me. I love you guys 🫶🏻

Also, apologies for anything that's messed up at the end, I am exhausted rn.

[koniknits]

Farewell gift for a colleague who has a camper van and used it to travel to France. It's a little lavender cushion. Got the pattern here.

[lilacsmothership]

magical meteor shower ✨🌠🌌🐺🍜

you can find skies lit up in radiant colors of all stripes in distant reaches of the pancosmos. an adorable starhopping feline benefactress of this realm seems to have gifted cel, ibiki and fumi a cute interstellar camper van, too, bidding them to watch the famous shooting stars on the tranquil moon of Mew Purrseus IV-C...

artfight for celena, whose art inspires me a bunch ✨🐺🍜

[trip-the-cal-fantastic]

Good morning, campers!

Greta Van Fleet Thoughts

Pt.2

So, you know how kids have safety blankets or toys? I think the boys each have a "safety" item. Something that brings peace to them when out on the road or after coming home from being on tour.

Jake has a specific pair of black sweatpants that he wears every waking second when he's in his house. They're all tattered and worn. We're talking faded color, a hole in one of the knees, tiny rips in random places, a ripped pocket. They hang low on his hips because the drawstring has been stretched out and no longer serves a purpose, but he keeps it tied anyway. (But, also, that braided bracelet he used to wear all the time. Haven't seen it recently, though, Jacob.)

I think Danny has a blanket that his grandpa, his Bumpa, gifted him when he was born. One that he keeps in his bunk on the bus. Or, in his carry-on bag on airplanes. Or, that he tucks under his pillow in hotels and at home. It's light blue with dark blue stitching, and it says 'Daniel' in one of the corners with a little monkey tangled in the letters. Because of this, 'Monkey' was the nickname his Bumpa called him. And, like Jake's sweatpants, the blanket is now all tattered and ripped.

Similar to Danny, Josh also has a blanket. More specifically, a quilt that hangs on the end of his bed or over the back of his couch. Either way, he curls up under it when he naps. I think it would be one made by his grandmother when he was maybe 2 years old. It's red, orange, blue, and gray with a paisley pattern. Josh holds the quilt very dearly in his heart. There's a white patch in the corner that has a note written with red fabric pen.

'To: My Little Joshie

With Love: Nona'

I like to think Sam has a little stuffed bear that he keeps on his bed, whether it's in his bunk or on his bed at home. He never sleeps without it. If he does sleep without it, it's a restless sleep; a night spent tossing and turning. Also, like Danny, he puts it in his carry-on bag on planes. The bear is dark brown with a little bowtie, and the right arm is missing the stuffing because that's the arm that Sam holds while he sleeps or when he's anxious.

Like Sam, Josh and Jake have stuffed animals. Identical little bunnies that they were given when they were born. Jake's is red, and Josh's green, and both bunnies have a little 'J' sewn into the chest. They used to argue over whose bunny was whose (until Mama Kiszka settled the fight) and they carried them everywhere. Unbeknownst to each other, both Jake and Josh have their respective bunny sitting on a shelf in their bedroom.

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[noisycowboyglitter]

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[teemnutress]

ok so headcanons because i love the little family dynamic the team has going on and want to see more of it:

pyro:

• has a little pouch of stickers that they just pop open and use to decorate things

• sometimes will just stare and tilt their head when someone is talking to them because they're interested but is usually seen as threatening :(

• occasionally very aware of what they are doing but simply doesn't care

demo:

• moments of clarity while blackout drunk that's just,,, philosophical and aimed to hit deep at people that then ends with him promptly passing out

• keeps a secret compartment in the kitchen full of alcohol. the entire team knows its there but doesn't dare to tell him

• invites nessie for team dinners sometimes and has to be the one keeping her from killing soldier once he mentions scotland

medic:

• talks to the corpses he keeps in his miniature morgue. uses them as therapy dolls. sometimes puppets them to have them respond

• views archimedes as worth more than scout

• has swindled a demon out of the demon's soul once

heavy:

• not only treats his guns like real women, but takes them on mock dates too for fun. usually conscripts scout to help because scout finds it funny

• the favorite to heal on the field by medic due to the fact his pain tolerance allows medic to see just how much punishment his daddy coworker can take. he knows this and does not care so long as he can stay near medic

• has used scout as a projectile before. just picked him up and thrown him by his ankles. didn't work but it was fun

scout:

• plays pranks on the rest of the team and is rewarded with being regularly beat within an inch of his life

• besties with pyro because they're both outcasts on the team

• sees heavy as a father figure but won't tell a soul about it

spy:

• genuinely cares for scout (canon) but will go as far as to slip little gifts and acts of kindness for him that scout will never know was him

• sometimes hangs out in engineer's room as he considers him the only other true intellectual

• genuinely horrified by medic

soldier:

• so utterly insane he doesn't even know his teammates are his teammates sometimes; regularly beats the shit out of scout

• has given all of his rocket launchers names. all of them are named "cupcake"

• downright facial contortionist; makes faces you would never think possible

sniper:

• just chronically depressed. medic is his anti-d hookup and engineer is his therapist.

• gets spy to throw his disguise masks like clay pigeons for target practice, specifically for rocket jumping soldiers

• sometimes just crashes on the common room's couch instead of his camper van because he feels like it

engineer:

• has a framed photo of the whole team in his workshop. he genuinely loves them

• has worked with medic to try and make a franken-android using sentry pieces and corpse parts. is currently buried 20 feet under engie's workshop

• is the only nice one to pyro other than scout; makes them custom stickers

[distantlaughter]

"Poker always works"

by Christian Von Hocke, originally written 24 July 2009 for Zeit Online (x)

Formula 1 pro Nico Rosberg talks in an interview about his life as a globetrotter, exotic food and his preferences for other sports.

Question: Mr. Rosberg, like right now in Budapest, you're on the road all year round with Formula 1 around the world. Don't you sometimes get homesick?

Nico Rosberg: I've had nine hotels in four weeks, which is exhausting. But homesick? No. I really enjoy traveling, it's very educational and very interesting. That's what I would also do in my free time: get to know new countries, discover new people, the way they live.

Question: So you've turned a hobby into a profession right alongside driving.

Rosberg: Yes, there are many places in the world that I would like to see and that excite me. I'm also planning a big trip during the winter break. I'm interested in India, for example, with its spirituality, or South America, Patagonia, a safari in South Africa. Even just hiking. That's not something I would normally do, but it's good for the body's regeneration. There's so much I can do, I'm just afraid that I'll take on too much and it will end up being too stressful.

Question: Michael Schumacher has regretted that he never saw anything of the Grand Prix venues apart from the airport and the track. Do you also explore the cities where you race?

Rosberg: Yes, especially at the overseas races. I have a bit more time there because we always arrive a bit earlier due to the time change. But even so, there's always the Saturday evening before or the Monday after the race. We have great races in interesting cities like Melbourne or Singapore or Shanghai.

Question: And what do you do there?

Rosberg: I go into town. I have a nice meal in a restaurant or go out for a drink or shopping in the evening, or I go to the beach and go surfing. Or I look at the special features of the city. I'm also very interested in photography and always have my big camera with me.

Question: But traveling can also be quite stressful. Can you sleep on the plane?

Rosberg: No, very badly. I have to lie horizontally and need rest so that I can concentrate on falling asleep, otherwise it doesn't work. For that reason alone, I have to fly business class. That's not a problem in Europe, where I always have my camper van to take me to the tracks.

Question: There are 17 Formula 1 races in 2009 alone. Have you ever woken up and not known which city you were in?

Rosberg: Not that, but I was once at the airport at check-in, and the woman asked me: Where are you flying to? And I didn't know. I'd been to four or five different countries that week, I was tired and unfocused, and I just couldn't think of it. She looked at me like I was stupid (laughs).

Question: Do you sometimes wish you had an office job from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., where you could throw your coat over the hook and stretch your legs in front of the TV when you're done working?

Rosberg: No. Whether it's a nine-to-five job or a Formula 1 racing driver isn't that important. I don't know if it would make anyone else happier if they led my life. My friends all have nine-to-five jobs, and they're no less happy than I am. It's always what you make of it that matters.

Question: But you also need a bit of home, don't you? Many people always have their music player with them to simulate a feeling of home wherever they go.

Rosberg: I'm not a music fan. I got an iPod as a gift, but I haven't really used it yet. For me, it's the cell phone. It connects me with friends and family. That's cool, I can also use it to go on the Internet. When I don't have it with me, I feel very naked. Like today, I don't even know what's going on anymore.

Question: Anyone who travels so much must have acquaintances all over the world.

Rosberg: That's true - wherever I go in the world, there are my best friends. I know them either through racing or from the past. I grew up in Monaco, and nobody stays there. Today, my old friends are everywhere, in Australia, China, America or South Africa. I can call them up and ask if we want to have a drink.

Question: Can you maintain hobbies while traveling?

Rosberg: I like to play football, but I rarely do that when I'm traveling. Poker is always on. I'm not very proud of it, actually it's nonsense to sit in front of a computer and play poker. But it's fun. Otherwise: eating. Does that count? I already see it as a hobby, I love to eat for my life, delicacies, creative, new things, especially country-related. I was in Marrakech with my girlfriend the other day, they have gigantic food there.

Question: In your travels, do you notice how places in the world change from year to year, and not just in terms of cuisine?

Rosberg: Yes. My parents have a country house in Aix-en-Provence. At first it was quite isolated, but now it's become a huge settlement with an industrial area.

Question: Let's be honest: What is your least favorite place in the world?

Rosberg: Kuala Lumpur. We're always just sitting around at the airport there (laughs).

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「eddie munson X gn!reader • roadtrip!AU」

2.3k words | prev | next | masterlist | ao3 warnings: again - trauma bonding! mentions of violence, of torture and of near-death experiences. mention of the mind flayer (this guy is his own trigger warning). reader opens up about her background story in this one, so it gets a little more specific. also, once again google was my best friend for this. songs of the chapter: motorhead's self titled album • rainbow's album straight between the eyes • drifter (and the entire album killers) - iron maiden • brown eyes (and the entire album tusk) - fleetwood mac

Saturday, July 26

Eddie Munson’s wristwatch woke you up at five thirty in the morning — your grandma would call it the ass-crack of dawn.

You both had slept in much earlier than you did so far, because Yellowstone was far away, all the way across the state, and you did have a deadline to meet this time: the check-in hours of the camping grounds.

So he had to basically manhandle you out of the van, and then you two had your breakfast alongside the birds at a picnic table, watched the slow rise of the Sun, said goodbye to Coop who was taking some other tourists on a little fishing trip, thanked Betty for the sandwiches she made you for lunch, and left the Keyhole State Park grounds at seven AM sharp.

You heard basically all the tapes Eddie had in the glove compartment, and he excitedly explained the story of every single band he loved. Your heart grew fonder as he seemed so joyful and thrilled about your journey, no longer the grumpy guy he had been just a few days before when you joined him without an invitation. You didn’t care much for metal music, but you didn’t mind him rambling about it for hours. Actually, for as long as he wanted to talk, you would happily listen.

You had to go north before going back south, so as you reached Billings, Montana, Eddie got off the road near a bridge to park the van so you could eat your sandwiches while looking at the Yellowstone River. Betty had given each of you a different sandwich, so you shared halves with Eddie so you’d have a taste of both. You spotted birds and fishes and talked to him about the nature, the species of fauna and flora that you recognized in the spot, and he seemed just as interested in your rambles as you were in his.

You wondered if your voice made something in his belly tingle as his voice did to you.

The I-90 had to be left behind for your correct course to the National Park, and you waved goodbye to the highway you were growing familiar with as you reentered Wyoming and headed south. The mountains welcomed you, their snowy peaks a funny contrast to the yellowish grass and Eddie let you blast Fleetwood Mac and didn’t complain about you singing from the top of your lungs.

As the river turned into the lake, you only caught glimpses of it through the trees, but you cheered at the sight anyway and Eddie laughed withyou; and once the trees gave way and you finally saw Yellowstone Lake in its entirety, Eddie cheered just as loud.

You reached West Thumb sooner than you thought you would.

Kept heading south until your campgrounds welcomed you, paid your fees, followed the plaques and soon you were getting installed in your own camping site. There was a picnic table and a small pit for a fire, nothing else. A few other campers were getting installed in their own sites, RVs and tents alike. The RVs reminded you of Steve, his heart-warming Winnebago dream, and you made a mental note to stop by the gift shop and get some trinkets for your friends.

You and Eddie decided to set up your tent with the mattress in it before heading to the area with the buildings, trusting that no one would mess with your belongings. You got the tent up without much talking, since both of you were having a bit of a hard time understanding the instructions, but it didn’t take long. You also left a bag with all your food and snacks in a shared storage box — you didn’t want any bears coming in at night for a visit. Then you gathered all your dirty clothes, since you knew there was a laundry area, and headed for it.

The laundry facility was your first stop, and you and Eddie didn’t mind sharing machines, only dividing the clothes by color and delicates. You headed for the Visitor Center next, read a few pamphlets and reserved and paid for a tour on the next day. Eddie got really excited about it, since he chose it based on name only (Circle Of Fire, oh, how metal).

You went to the gift shop next, Eddie got Wayne a mug —  apparently the man had a collection —, and you decided collectively on the gifts for your shared friends. Once again, you were thankful for the NDA you signed that granted you so much money to spend.

By the time you returned to the laundry facility, your clothes were ready to go into the dryer, so you did that and headed for your dinner. The dining room was full of families and groups of friends coming and going, and the air was practically buzzing with enthusiasm from all sides.

“Looks fucking fancy,” Eddie noticed in a low whisper and you hummed in agreement. You didn’t think it would look so high and mighty. “Not coming back here tomorrow, please,” he asked and you chuckled.

“We couldn’t even if we wanted to, reservations were all booked. We’ll get back to our cheap snacks tomorrow, don’t worry.” He laughed as you were directed to your table by a waitress. “Today, however, let us feast as royalty!”

“Alright then, my liege,” he smirked as he sat across you on the table and you felt your face heating up, giggling at his response.

The waitress gave you menus and you both chose quickly. The afternoon was on its final stretch outside, and your table was a bit far from the windows but you could still see how beautiful it looked as the Sun set behind the lake. It took your breath away for a minute, before you looked at Eddie again and noticed how he was looking at you instead. Once again, you felt nervous, your face heating and your palms starting to sweat. A good kind of nervous.

You thought briefly about the last couple of days. About what led you there, to be sitting in front of him as he now looked away with a shy smile, focusing his eyes on his hands playing with the fancy tablecloth.

“You said you didn’t know me very well,” you started, getting his attention back to you. “And how I never talked to you when I bought from you-” he tried to interrupt you, calling your name, but you shook your head ‘no’. “I want you to get to know me, Eddie. We’ve been together in this for, what, four days now? And you were right, you don’t know me. And I want you to.”

He nodded slowly to your speech and smiled sweetly at the end of it. “Alright then,” he repeated. “Let me get to know ‘ya.”

You smiled back at him and opened up like a book that had been waiting for so long to be read. Told him about how your parents had died when you were so young you didn’t even remember them, and that your grandmother had raised you in Dayton. How she died just after you turned 18, and how you got angry at god, the universe or whoever about the fact that it wanted so bad for you to be alone. How you moved to Hawkins despite the weird shit happening in it because the weird shit made the rent prices go down, and you didn’t have much money — and how you couldn’t bare the thought of living in Dayton, of being haunted by your grandmother’s metaphorical ghost because she seemed to be in every place you looked at.

He listened to all that with so much attention and said he was sorry about your grandmother’s death. How he remembered the day you moved into the trailer park, Wayne’s concern about someone moving in all alone at such a young age; about how well received you had been there, getting all the attention and help from the small community you all had at Forest Hills.

The topic changed to how you became friends with Robin and Steve — and, indirectly, how you got pulled into the Upside Down crap. You told him that Robin’s favorite food was Chinese, so she’d stop by your first workplace at Starcourt almost every day for lunch; and your favorite dessert was ice cream, and so you’d stop at her workplace almost every day after lunch. How you got moved from the Chinese to three other different restaurants during your time at the mall, not the best at keeping jobs for so long but somehow always being hired somewhere else. How overtime, Steve’s silliness won you over and you’d invite him to lunch or ice cream too, even though Robin was still unconvinced by him. You finished with the fact that you and Robin were just hanging out in the back of Scoops Ahoy the day Dustin showed up with the whole Russian mystery, and you got into it just because it was a less boring way to pass time.

“I wasn’t even supposed to be there anymore, my lunch break had ended ten minutes before that,” you noticed, looking at a girl at a table a few feet away from yours that talked with lots of gesturing and funny facial expressions, reminding you of Robin. “Sometimes I wonder if I weren’t there anymore, as I should, I wouldn’t have been dragged into all of this,” you whispered.

Robin and Steve were the first real close friends you’ve ever had, and you were so thankful for them. But, at the same time, when the nightmares would be too frequent and you’d have too many flashbacks to the gigantic monstrous ball of flesh you had to firework to death in Starcourt, you’d feel sorry and guilty for wondering if it was worth it.

You knew it was, of course it was. They were worth it. But sometimes you forgot that you knew it. As you usually did with many of your knowledges. You buried them deep inside your mind.

You shook your head, “Sorry, didn’t mean to sour the mood.”

“It’s okay. I had my turn, you’re allowed to have yours,” Eddie answered with a soft smile just before your waitress came back with your meals, thankfully interrupting the downer conversation. “Let us feast, my liege,” he repeated the line and the nickname, and you repeated your giggle before diving into your meal.

As you dined, you asked Eddie about himself and his life instead, and he chose to talk about his uncle, how he was the dad Eddie needed growing up. How he had saved Eddie from his actual father, Wayne’s own brother, because he was no good. How Wayne raised Eddie, taught him everything he knew, gave him everything he could and that Eddie didn’t have before — love, kindness, a family, a home. It was very endearing, the way Wayne looked so gruff and yet was one of the most caring people you’ve had the chance to meet. Before March, you talked more to Wayne than you did to Eddie, because he was always asking how you or Max were, if you or the Mayfields needed anything. He was a great guy, and now that you knew Eddie better you could tell that it was passed down from uncle to nephew. A great heritage to own.

The food was delicious — and expensive — and after you ate and stalled around on the balcony a little, admiring the lake illuminated by the moon, you went for your dry laundry. And, since you were right beside it and with clean clothes, you both took showers before bed. You finished your shower a little after him and were pleased to see Eddie waiting for you, his bag full of clothes on his lap while he was sitting on a bench near the building. On the quick walk back to your camping site, he hummed a song you recognized from when he played a Van Halen tape that afternoon on the road.

Clean clothes successfully stashed on each of your bags again, you settled for the night. Eddie went inside after you into the tent, and the forest around the campsite made the temperature drop a little, and so you were glad you had bought extra quilts at that store the day before. He laid down beside you, facing you, and so you also turned from looking up to look at him.

“Thank you for sharing with me tonight,” he whispered like it was a secret, just between him, you, and the stars above you. The night was dark, and there was no light around you, but you smiled at him and heard it in his voice that he smiled right back. “I’m glad you invaded my van and came with me.” His tone was teasing, but the words sounded genuine. He went a little more serious before continuing: “I like your company.”

“I’m glad too, Eddie. It’s been an honor to share these experiences with you.”

“Many more to come, right?” he asked hopefully and you beamed, something warm and lovely growing and thumping inside your chest.

“Many more to come.”

None of you said anything else, but you felt his hand resting on top of yours on the space between you. He closed his eyes and slept shortly after that, his steady breath denouncing him. The callouses of his fingers tingled you, and you repeated his humming of Van Halen in your mind like a lullaby as you memorized every inch of his hand on yours before falling asleep too at some point.

You couldn’t wait for another tomorrow with him.

end notes: y'all i took everything about yellowstone mentioned here from their website, but! keep in mind that maybe those things were not how they were mentioned here (or maybe didn't even existed back then). and how do we feel about that? that's right, we don't care! i've no idea if the laundry/showers facilities or the dining room already existed, but we'll all pretend they did, right? alrighty then

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ROUND 2-B: Taako, Magnus and Merle VS Tiny Tina

About Taako, Magnus, and Merle: A trio of adventurers, who's in-universe group name is Tres Horny Boys. Their antics come in both group ways; such as when they jumped down a well when none of them can levitate, and individual ways; such as when Taako brought and item that can be traded for someone's most valuable item and then sold it back to the same person for a Flaming Raging Poisoning Sword of Doom which he use as an accessory. When Magnus and Merle stole from a Bank while stopping an actual Bank Robbery, Taako threaten to rat them out to the officer outside. Merle chased someone into a quarry; which Magnus had just told him to not enter, to persuade them into following Pan via the Extreme Teen Bible, which he introduced with a song. When they group was blocked by a mass of vines, Merle flirted with the plant which caused it to be infatuated and grossed Magnus and Taako. Taako threaten his student for if he ever became more powerful then Taako, and he then brushed it off as him practicing for a play.

About Tiny Tina: A 13-year old demolitionist who the game's caption calls "Pandora's Deadliest 13-Year Old", and when she returned after a 7 year time-skip as a 19-year old her caption was changed to say "All Grown Up, Still Insane". She has her own set of bunkers, and once granted refuge in exchange for a session of Bunkers & Badasses; which is essentially Borderlands’ version of DND, where she was the DM. She turned "Pop goes the Weasel" and "I'm a little Tea Pot" into murder ballads, she blew off the door of her own camper van just to make an entrance, she gives the player-character a variety of nick-names, she calls onions "crying apples" and potatoes "googly tuber" and will threaten to kill anyone who corrects her on them. She tried to scam her exes by announcing her fake wedding for gifts/money, and then got legally married to mop and blew the entire wedding up when they actually came to it. Almost her entire diet is just crumpets, to the point where she has to be forced to eat other stuff, she can and will murder anyone who implies she takes bad care of her pets, and she went ballistic after realizing that a vending machine she thought sold chocolate chip actually sold oatmeal raisin, and ordered the player to destroy every vending machine there.