#Monterey bay I miss you so

[thus-spoke-lo]

Really need to get high and go to the aquarium for a while

[karda]

i miss the aquarium. i need 2 look at a jellyfish

[astonmartinii]

hi!! i really love your blog: i usually stay silent and only like the posts but i thought today should be the day i request something!

would you be open to write a social media au with lando Norris x y/n where the reader is a marine biologist? or a surfer? or something ocean-related lmao

feel free to disregard this request if you don’t like it or don’t have time!! xx

just add water | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem reader

first fish ruined his appetite, now they steal his girlfriend?

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yourusername: perks of the job but back on shore i clock in to my full time job of missing lando

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user1: can we have the hair routine cause miss ma'am is in the sea every damn day and her hair is still healthier than mine

user2: REAL

landonorris: f1 is just my day job, talking about you is my passion and career

yourusername: babe even the whales in monterey bay know about you

landonorris: they better be mclaren fans

yourusername: eh i think i heard super max (whale edition) the other day

maxverstappen1: conquered all of f1 and the seven seas so real of me

landonorris: THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE SAYING THE RISING OCEAN TEMPERATURES ARE FRYING THEIR BRAINS

yourusername: babe don't joke about that :(

landonorris: sorry :(

oscarpiastri: can you please come to the next race i may put my head through a wall if i have to watch this man go through his camera roll again RETELLING me all of the stories

yourusername: didn't realise we were so annoying 🧐

oscarpiastri: don't get me wrong you guys are cute but sometimes i wanna nap after practice in peace and not hear about whale shit

landonorris: i SEE HOW IT IS

alexalbon: no oscar is right i've heard about when had a baby seal on her surfboard about seven billion times

yourusername: HEY that was cute

user3: okay but lando could talk to ME about y/n's adventures

user4: i want to hear ALL of it for real

user5: lando and y/n podcast when?

alexalbon: do not give them ideas they’re already number one and two yappers in the international waffling championship

yourusername: yapper and proud 😤

landonorris: healthy relationship communications and boundaries? no. yappers? yes!

alexalbon: has anyone ever told you guys you’re annoying?

yourusername: yes 😃

user6: they’re so annoying i love them

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landonorris: does this girl own a pair of trousers? real question.

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user8: i actually don't think i've ever seen a man this down bad

user9: ALL men should aspire to be this whipped

yourusername: i wish you would join the no trouser revolution, give the girlies something to look at

user10: i agree

yourusername: okay back up babe that ass is all mine

landonorris: it's okay babe you can admire your (my) ass all the time if you come home PLS

yourusername: sorry babe the ocean doesn't sleep and the whales need me

landonorris: but i need you too :(

maxverstappen1: WAH WAH I'M SICK OF YOUR FUCKING WHINING

alexalbon: THANK YOU FINALLY

landonorris: erm why am i being victimised in my own comment section

maxverstappen1: you are doing my fucking nut in mate yeha i get you miss her but kinda your fault for having a cool gf with a cool job

yourusername: omg thanks 😊

landonorris: Y/N???

yourusername: babe no offence but he's a three time world champ i'm gonna take the compliment

landonorris: i guess so :(

user10: just one normal comment section, please that is all i ask for

oscarpiastri: maybe i should get on this whole j.peg business cause my photography is doing some heavy lifting here

yourusername: i didn't take you for a stunt queen miss rookie

landonorris: where is the peace, love and positivity ?? you guys are such haters

oscarpiastri: proudly

yourusername: no cool shells for you mr piastri

oscarpiastri: I TAKE IT BACK

landonorris: you people are such flip flops

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yourusername: i promise we do actually do work

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user14: why am i now considering a marine biology degree for a sick ass instagram feed

user15: and protecting the sanctity of ocean life?

user14: yeah sure throw that in there too?

landonorris: i hope you slapped the FUCK out of that stingray for steve irwin

yourusername: babe we all know violence is not the answer

landonorris: you said you'd break the knee caps of any driver that took me out?

yourusername: i do not recall this

landonorris: steve irwin is a national treasure, you should've done it for oscar

oscarpiastri: i'm sure it wasn't that exact stingray mate

landonorris: you don't know that

danielricciardo: i see you've forgotten about the other aussie you were teammates with ???

yourusername: i wouldn't have that if i were you daniel

landonorris: y/n??? you're meant to be on my side

yourusername: say sorry to larry and maybe i'll gang up on daniel with you

danielricciardo: Y/N???

landonorris: i'm sorry larry ... and daniel i guess ?

danielricciardo: if my hand weren't broken right now...

user16: okay i think lando is having y/n withdrawals

yourusername: his bitchiness is a symptom of separation anxiety

landonorris: sorry not sorry

user17: mclaren pr praying for y/n to come to a race soon

maxverstappen1: p says pretty please can she bagsy the pink shells?

yourusername: most definitely she can !! i'll even be on the look out for more

maxverstappen1: thank you y/n you're my favourite - p

yourusername: that's it i'm coming home rn

landonorris: am i a joke to you?

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landonorris: reunited and it feels so good oh and a double podium, pretty sweet

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user21: obsessed with how lando said that y/n is clearly his lucky charm and the "dumbass" ocean won't be getting his girlfriend back

user22: there's levels to hating and lando's level of hating on the ocean??

user23: his hatred of fish makes so much more sense right now

user24: either he hates anything to do with the ocean or y/n convinced him they deserve to live 😭

landonorris: i'll say it's number one but realistically it's two greatly helped by the fact that it tastes gross anyway

yourusername: I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU

landonorris: i know hhehehehehehehe

yourusername: i love you stupid

landonorris: i love you too dummy

yourusername: as much as i enjoyed this race i am ready for home time (after karaoke, you promised me karaoke with yuki)

landonorris: AHAHAHAAH TAKE THAT OCEAN Y/N COMING HOME

alexalbon: bro has beef with the ocean 😭

georgerussell63: bro had to share his gf with WATER 😭

maxverstappen1: bro is being ... torn apart here KEEP GOING LOL

oscarpiastri: no keep going cause i just want a nap before debrief and some people are being WAY TOO LOUD

carlossainz55: i think that's probably why you guys are getting away with bullying the little goblin

user25: oscar out here just confirming that lando and y/n are ... for lack of a better word up to no good?

user26: y/n didn't lie when she called him a stunt queen

landonorris: i can't hear y'all LALALALALALA

yourusername: they hate us because they ain't us

landonorris: period 💅

user27: i hate (love) them your honour

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yourusername: so he had the whole proposal planned out but got a bit too excited at suzuka ... if anyone asks we got engaged on a boat in the mediterranean not in his driver's room. aside from that, HOLY FUCK I AM ENGAGED TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I LOVE YOU LANDO I CAN'T WAIT FOR FOREVER

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user30: HOLY 😭 FUCKING 😭 SHIT 😭

landonorris: can we agree on no more like three month placements pretty please?

yourusername: baby the whales need me

landonorris: i need you more FIANCE :(

yourusername: gosh you are convincing, no more retreats for more than a month

landonorris: yay !!

yourusername: you need to put up more shelves for our shells though

landonorris: on it, i love you (i'm calling my dad to do it)

yourusername: i love you too baby

danielricciardo: enchante tease on the engagement post and for free ??? love you two

yourusername: at least you have the prettiest model ever for it

landonorris: I'M BLUSHING

danielricciardo: i'll deal with this because i'm happy for you two

mclarenf1: double podium and an engagement, suzuka really delivered this year

oscarpiastri: i guess i take back my comments about being loud in the drivers room... i'm so happy for you guys you deserve it

landonorris: ahaha i knew you were a softy really pastry boy

yourusername: i always knew you loved us really oscar, you're just sassy and we respect that

landonorris: .... sure

maxverstappen1: did he propose at sea in one final power move over his arch nemesis the ocean?

yourusername: have you considered he did it at sea because i'm a marine biologist and i love it out there and he loves me?

maxverstappen1: well now i look like an asshole

landonorris: the sea 0 - 1 lando

yourusername: lando 😭

user31: well this has all been a rollercoaster

fin.

note: i've been kinda mia on here and i'm super sorry this request has taken so long lol. wanted to get this out now though cause lando had a horrid day today but i'm glad he's okay !! enjoy, i'm in my second week of a job so might get less busy xx

[spidercookie18]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Mild blood, swearing, general violence, mentions of harassment Warnings: mild fatphobia- paul is just giving dwayne shit to mess with him Summary: Y/N prepares for their hunt while David and the boys mess with each other Word Count: 6k Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Eight

You stared down at the phone. The blue light illuminating your face in the dark room.

Paul was backed up behind the couch in a low crouching stance, holding up his boot, ready to toss it. The poor thing was dripping wet and half naked. You could take a wild guess and say by the way ­­­­­­Marko and Dwayne were trying to corral him with towels that it was his bath night.

Their antics made you smile, and you continued to stare down at the photo a little longer. The warmth and happiness the image brought you slowly faded as you realized you were not with the boys, but all on your own in that house.

Looking around the empty room, you noticed how quiet it was. Your belongings laid in their rightful place; untouched since the last time David had moved them. The rental was full of your belongings, for all intents and purposes it was your ‘home’. But it didn’t feel like home right now.

Right now, it felt like a tomb of your mementos. Your mind wandered to the boxes the boys had hidden in their nooks. The things they kept from when they were humans… how you had been doing the same for years.

You sighed. As loud and annoying as they were, you missed the company of the boys.

You threw yourself against the bed in a huff, there was an ache in the pit of your stomach that you had forgotten.

Loneliness.

For years, you had yourself for company and you were fine with that. But in a few weeks these boys managed to turn your world upside down.

You sat up. Trying to shake off the itch of not wanting to be by yourself.

Gotta get out of my own head. You left your phone on the bed and walked out of your room to the washer on the other side of the house.

First things first, gotta get the scent off.

The clothes bunched up at your feet as you pushed them down. You slid your legs out from the loops of your bottoms and bent to pop them in the washer to get clean. You started the load and ran your naked butt back to your room to wash off as much vampire scent from your body as you could.

The lights were off, and the blinds were shut, so you didn’t worry about anyone seeing you skittering about in the dark.

As you stepped into the shower, the chill of the plastic tub beneath you made you shiver. You grasped the old knob of the shower and turned on the warm water.

The calmness of the water started to overtake you. The droplets ran down your back and legs, soaking your hair and making it stick to your neck. You placed your hands on the wall under the showerhead and let the water fall on your face. You focused on the sound of the running water, and the feeling of the droplets trail down your skin; anything you could do to try and not think of the boys.

You grunted; turning the water to as cold as you could get it.

Those idiots, you tried puting your mind at ease, but it kept wandering to what they were doing. They’re probably biting each other or something. You hung your head and let the wet hair fall down, around your face.

Little did you know, that three of the vampires in the picture were nipping and grooming each other. David on the other hand… he sat at the bottom of Monterey Bay, pissy as ever.

You started scrubbing your body with the pink mesh cloth you kept by the shampoo. It burned to scrape your flesh so hard, the sting was only eased by the sheer cold of the water. The skin on your arms and legs was bright red by the time you were done with your wash. Grabbing the towel from the rack nearest you, you wrapped it around your body and wrapped another one around your hair.

You walked back into the bedroom and stared at the phone on your bed.

No New Messages.

The sight saddened you.

That David had not responded.

He was probably busy wrangling his brothers, not that you knew what they were up to in the cave.

The bed creaked softly as you sat back down on it. You listened to the soft hum of the washing machine as it ran. The machine sat on the other side of the wall from your bathroom, and you stared at the space it would have been. You shifted your weight on the mattress and stayed staring at the wall, your mind an absent mess. Everything was so loud that it was almost easy to tune out the images before you.

The vampires you’d grown accustomed to. Their goofy smiles, the smell of their leather and the motor oil. How they teased each other, and you.

The thoughts raced around in your skull, like they were seeing which could get your attention first. The more you tried to ignore them, the louder they grew.

You sighed. The soft hum continued, while you gently thumbed at the phone in your hands. The pad of your digit gliding over the shiny black screen as you turned your attention from the bathroom wall to the rest of the house.

In your mind you pictured David. How he must’ve looked scampering through your belongings. His black coat flapping as he ran from one side of the house to the other.

You chuckled.

“Idiot,” you smirked.

The image of him in your mind was so clear that it almost felt like he was in the room with you.

Staring at the spot on the floor where he sat with you, you recalled breaking down in front of him. It felt sickly to recall that. How easily you cried in front of him. It made your stomach queasy thinking about it. You hated that he got to you so fast. So easily and so simply; you didn’t even know when he did it, but he made you trust him. And you hated how you fell into his arms. Grasping at him for safety as you wept… and how much you trusted him. The life you have lived, or unlived… the semantics were meaningless at this point. What did have meaning was being with them. Could you really allow yourself to fall further into your own emotions with these boys. These… vampires. Did it even matter anymore? What’s one more mistake on top of a life of regret. On top a life of loneliness and misery, can you look past the pain and hurt to make a new life? Did you even want to try…

You inhaled a long, calming breath- but as the air settled into your lungs you realized there was something off about the scent.

David.­

“Oh, no.” You stood up and stared at the bed and bedding in horror.

You forgot he was intent on scenting not just you, but the house too. You gathered up the sheets in your arms and walked them over to the washer. Tired eyes looked around the space. Trying to see if there was anything else that had David’s scent on it.

You sniffed the air, “oh…fuck me.” That’s right, he touched everything.

“Craaaaap.”

You growled at the thought of having to sterilize everything you own. 

Stomping back to your bedroom, you opened the closet and picked clothes that smelled the least like ‘privacy invader vampire boyfriend’. You walked through the house opening the windows and the doors. “Gotta vent this stupid house out now,” you mumbled to yourself. It was going to beeasier than trying to wash everything, and you weren’t too keen on having to wipe every single item down.

The screen doors were left locked, while every other door and window was open. You sat in the stripped bed and opened up your laptop. You were already annoyed with David, but there was nothing more you could do to make the house vent faster, so you decided to keep busy.

Gotta get ready for this hunt.

You researched the councilman and prepped for tracking this fucker down.

David let you know a bit about the ‘prey’ that the client hadn’t told you, and it would make finding him a lot easier. You were grateful to David for that.

The clacking of the keys was interrupted by twitching ears that picked up the sound of someone on your porch.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Nooooo not now.

You knew exactly who it was, and still you wished you could will him away. You were in no mood to deal with ‘nosey neighbor number one’.

Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll leave.

“Heeey, Y/N.” Nick’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. You didn’t like dealing with him on normal circumstances, but the vampire blood in your vial calling for your new mate, and your mate only, made you more irritated with Nick than normal.

You sat on your bed, knowing that the door to your room was not a straight shot to the front door. You knew he couldn’t see you, but you also knew he wouldn’t leave until he got to speak with you.

“Hellooooo?” He knocked again, louder this time…

“Just a second, Nick,” you tried to keep the annoyance in your voice at bay.

You placed the laptop on the bed next to you and straightened your clothes and tried to mentally prepare for this confrontation.

“Hey Y/N, what happened? D’You burn something?” Nick tried to joke. You stared at him, not smiling. Blinking plainly. He shifted his stance from one leg to the other, gesturing at the open windows. His half-hearted smile trying to break the tension.

“Oh, no I’m just,” thinking for a second, you realized you shouldn’t tell him you were trying to get David’s scent out of the house. “I’m just letting in some fresh air, it’s such a nice night anyways,” you rubbed the back of your neck. Anxious to get rid of him.

“Ah, I see.” Nick’s eyes trailed down your body. You were used to it. He hardly tried to hide his interest in you. The blood in your vial was putting you on edge. Some primal form of rage began clawing at the back of your throat. Not my mate, you felt the thought seep into your mind, and you pushed it down as far as you could. Your face twinged as you tried to refocus, and your heart started pounding with anger.

“Did you need something Nick?” Your voice interrupted his gazing.

Bump-bump

“Oh, right. Yeah, I saw that the guy with the bike dropped you off,”

“David,” you sternly corrected him. Your eyes instinctively narrowing at his disregard.

“Sure. He didn’t look too happy when he left, is everything okay between you two?” This nosey neighbor was getting on your last nerve. The smile he was hiding under his impatience was pushing you further to the edge.

You could feel how hard the throbbing was under your skin. Bump-Bump

Your teeth gritted a bit, “well, not that it’s any of your business. But we’re…taking a break right now.”

BUMP-BUMP

He lit up. “Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that.” He fiddled with his fingers, then he put one hand on the frame of the door- near the spot where David had splintered it. “In that case, would you be interested in goi-“

“Let me stop you there Nick.” You could feel your blood boiling. Your fingertips bit into your palm, and you could feel the bile in your throat as you spoke. “You Are Going To Go Back To Your House. AND STAY THERE.”

Nick’s eyes glossed over.

His jaw became slack, and he swayed ever so slightly.

“Don’t Come Back. In fact, don’t talk to me again. EVER.” You opened your palm and started counting off a list of things he was to do. “Don’t talk to me, don’t get my mail, don’t even look at me. In fact, if I’m outside, You’re Going To Go Inside And Not Bother Me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Your voice came from the depths of your stomach, and the carry it had was frightening.

Nick nodded lazily and retracted his hand from the screen door.

He slowly turned around to leave, his feet dragging as he walked. You watched his slumped over form walk down the sidewalk and up to his porch. You saw as he fumbled for his key in his pocket and you turned to walk inside, not wanting to watch his glazed over attempt to get inside his house.

“Fucking guy,” you grumbled under your breath. You walked back to the bedroom and picked up your laptop, setting it gently on your lap, and opening it up to work on the werewolf profile.

Social media was probably your biggest ally for finding out about people. Who they were, how long they’d been in a certain place. Your targets ended up doing the bulk of your work for you. Thinking of this brought a soft, morbid smile to your face.

From what you gathered; the wolf has been on city council for only a few years. But before that he ran a county wide kids’ charity. There were plenty of pictures on the internet of him at foster homes and orphanages.

David’s words gnawed at the back of your skull. The thought of this large creature embedding himself in these kinds of places made you shudder. “What a creep,” you set the laptop down and walked over to the dresser where you had a notepad and a pen.

It was easy enough to find out about him through his social media pages; and that also gave you his favorite hangout spots. Along with where he would be tomorrow to open up a new park in the next town over. You’d be able to tail him so long as you kept your distance and stayed downwind. Didn’t want him smelling the boys on you till the scent had fully cleared up. But you’d at least see what kind of bodyguards he kept nearby- you only knew what to look out for thanks to the boys.

The pen scratched on the paper as you wrote down the time and address. You grabbed your phone to snap a picture, better to have two copies of everything, you thought. “Better safe than sorry,” you chuckled to yourself. You opened your gallery and made sure the image was clear, but when you tried to zoom in on the details the image swiped. It was the picture of you and David.

You felt your heart drop. It was like a hand had wrapped itself around the beating organ and squeezed with all its might. You gulped. Those beautiful blue eyes, and his soft and scratchy beard. This was going to be a tough few days. You still couldn’t believe they had gotten to you that soon. That David had gotten to you that soon. It seemed that the walls you had spent so long building up were easily coming down.

The sound of beeping caught your attention. “Guess laundry’s done,” talking to yourself was a bad habit you picked up a long while back. It was a way to keep from going insane from the solitude.

You shook your head, trying not to chastise yourself for speaking to yourself. It was fine enough to do it, this kind of ‘self-soothing technique’; especially now that you were by yourself again.

“It’s not a forever thing,” you reminded yourself as you got up from the desk and walked to the small laundry room. Your mind wandered again to what the boys were doing as you pulled the wet clothes from the washer. “Maybe they’re still trying to corral Paul,” you chuckled, pulling the lid of the dryer open and tossing the clothes inside with a slosh.

There was a calmness to the sea that night. A sense of serenity that let David’s mind truly find peace.

It was rare that he found a moment to himself. Always looking after his brothers, or helping the Emerson’s find their ‘sea legs’. He was always needed somewhere.

Somewhere, some place, on most nights he was needed to take care of mundane and idiodic problems that for some reason only he could solve.

Poor David could never relax. Never have a simple second to himself to breathe. He always needed to worry about others. If he wasn’t already dead, it would be killing him.

With his arms clutched around his knees, he turned his head upwards and watched the last of the air bubbles in his lungs gently float up towards the sky.

Three of the lost boys were left in the cave to entertain themselves while their new hyperfixation, Y/N, and their eldest brother, David, were out and about for the time being. Dwayne, and Marko had managed to re-wrangle Paul after he narrowly escaped them in the first place and were now sat in a circle brushing each other’s hair.

“You need to be gentle with me, Markoooo.” Paul griped. He was sat between Markos legs on the floor and half turned his head to tease him.

“Alright, alright, I said I was sorry for pulling on your knots, I didn’t mean to do it.” Marko rolled his eyes. He had accidently pulled Paul’s hair when he was brushing it earlier, and Paul, ever lovable Paul, screeched and flew out of his grasp. Marko and Dwayne rushed to grab him and finish brushing out his wild hair before it dried in matts.

“I’m delicate,” Paul snapped his head side to side with an attitude.

“I know,” Marko smiled. He knew Paul was only being silly, but he still felt bad about pulling his hair. He gently worked his fingers through the knots and brushed them out. Marko leaned forward a little and kissed the back of Paul’s neck. “How’s this; better?”

“Mhm,” Paul nodded happily and hummed to himself.

Marko’s worried face gently eased, and his furrowed brows came down with a sigh. The brush made a soft hissing noise as the plastic bristles pulled through the long blond hair.

“Hey, don’t move away from me,” Dwayne teasingly pulled Marko’s hair from his scalp, and the blond leaned back into position.

“Sorry Dwayne,” the curly haired vampire bashfully replied. He would never admit it, but he liked when the brunet pulled his hair like that.

Dwayne was the only one Marko let brush his hair. Not just because he liked when Dwayne was a little rough with him, but because he was the only other brother who cared about the look and health of his hair.

Marko wiggled between Dwayne’s legs and recalled a conversation he had with his brothers a while back when he was having a particularly bad hair day.

His curls refused to work with him, and he couldn’t get a comb through the back of his hair to save his life. Marko was going to ask Paul for help combing out his hair but soon realized the vampire who was single-handedly responsible for the hole in the ozone was not the one to ask. Anybody who says, “the wind will style it for me,” was not the person he wanted help from. He walked around the main cavern and happened upon David and Michael. Michael was sat on the edge of David’s cot, and David sat between his legs away from him. He was letting Michael trim the ends of his mullet because the brunet said he was starting to look like, ‘Joe Dirt’. David begrudgingly agreed as long as Michael cut it to his preferred length so he would stop nagging him about it. Marko sheepishly asked and Michael agreed to brush his hair after he was done with David’s. The cocky platinum blond on the floor jokingly asked his brother why he, “didn’t just use a 2-in-1 shampoo,” like he and Michael did because their hair never gave them troubles. Comb clutched in his hand Marko turned on his heels and went to wait for Dwayne to come back from playing with Laddie. I’d wait a year if it meant Dwayne brushed my hair and not those… barbarians. Marko grimaced to himself as he waited in Dwayne’s room.

“Stop squirming so much,” Dwayne chided.

“Sorry, it just tickles,” Marko gave a surly look back to Dwayne.

The brunet scoffed and grabbed the sides of his brother’s head. He firmly turned it so he would be looking forward.

“Ow,” Dwayne said loudly.

“Sorry,” Paul bit his lip in concentration. His nose was scrunched up in focus as he tried brushing Dwayne’s hair out. “Just focus Paulie,” he mumbled to himself. Desperately trying to concentrate on the task at hand, and not on how badly he wanted to get back to playing games on his phone.

Dwayne grumbled under his breath. He hated when Paul brushed his hair. He was always too focused on something else to be gentle. Too bad David isn’t here, Dwayne thought to himself. When the boys groomed each other, it was usually Dwayne brushing Marko’s hair, Marko brushing Paul’s hair, Paul brushing David’s hair, and David brushing Dwayne’s hair.

David did not care about how much effort Paul put in to brushing his hair, mostly because of how short it usually was. The other reason grooming was not a particularly important bonding exercise for David, was because he always said, “the real bonding takes place without clothes,” and he would laugh. Any one of the boys could brush his hair if they asked, or he would do it; it made no difference to him. Dwayne almost envied him for that fact, but he loved his hair for all the trouble it was.

There was a grating sound of the bristles getting caught on a tangle. A loud hiss that brought him back to reality as his hair dramatically yanked downwards.

“Ooouuch,” Dwayne gritted his teeth. He’d stopped brushing Marko’s hair and turned around to reprimand Paul. “Do that again and I’m going to bite the crap out of you.” He gave a stern look to Paul, who either, didn’t care, or wasn’t taking him seriously.

“Okay, okay, geez”. Paul huffed.

Too bad I’m such a nice guy, Dwayne rolled his eyes as he turned back around. If I wasn’t so nice I’d yank his hair outta his head…. Not that he’d care what he looked like.

“As a matter of fact,” Paul snorted, “I DO care what I look like.” His head bounced as he accentuated his words. “I’m just not prissy about it, like you.”

“иди на хуй.” (“Fuck yourself.”)  

Paul leaned forward to stick his tongue out at Dwayne, and with the brush in his hand, he yanked down on the knot again.

Before Marko could tell Paul that was a bad idea, Dwayne had released the curly headed blond and begun his assault on the wild haired one. The two were on the floor wrestling in a cacophony of grunting and swear words. They struggled for control; fists flying and grappling to gain the upper hand.

“Я собираюсь надрать тебе задницу” (“I’m going to kick your ass!”)

“Ich würde gerne sehen, wie du es versuchst. Dicker Junge!” (“I’d love to see you try it. Fat boy!”)

“Не называй меня толстой!” (“Don’t call me fat!”) Dwayne jabbed at Paul’s ribcage.

“Dann hör auf, fett zu sein,” (“Then stop being fat,”) Paul was pulling Dwayne’s hair.

“Guys, knock it off,” Marko sat back on the floor watching them, his tired voice already knowing they wouldn’t listen to him.

Paul was on top of Dwayne, trying to keep him pinned on the ground. Dwayne’s long legs flailed under him as he tried to regain leverage.

“вы дерьмо.” (“You’re shit.”)

“Du bist der größere Scheiß.” (“You’re the bigger shit.”)

Paul leaned down to yell in Dwayne’s face.

“Yeah, that’s right Paul,” Dwayne chuckled darkly; he threw his head forward and a loud CLACK echoed through the cave as their skulls collided. “I AM bigger,”

“Scheißkerl!” (“Mother fucker!”)

Paul instinctively reached for his face. The dark, dead blood slowly trickling down his broken nose.

Dwayne wasted no time taking advantage of the situation. He wrapped his arms around Paul’s torso and pushed him over to the side. In a second he was sat atop Paul’s midsection.

“You broke my fucking nose!” Paul was shrieking.

“Serves you right, you brat!” Dwayne had his arms folded in distain. “You pulled my hair!” He huffed while his fingers rubbed at the sore section on his scalp.

“I pull your hair, so you break my nose?” Paul rolled around on the ground the best he could. Dwayne’s weight held him in place, but the blond still flopped from side to side.

“I told you I would hurt you.” Dwayne spoke smugly.

“You said you would bite him, not break his nose,” Marko spoke ‘matter of factly’.  He was still sitting on the sidelines watching them; but now he had pulled the length of his hair towards the front and was nonchalantly combing it out as he watched his brothers fight.

“Get your fat ass off of me!” Paul was still shrieking.

Dwayne leaned down, arms still folded, “no.” The taunting, smug, shit eating grin sat prominently on his face.

A high pitched screeching still rang from Paul while he flailed underneath Dwayne. “Get ooooofffff.”

“Paul, you’re being dramatic.” Marko rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” Dwayne leaned down to scoff in Paul’s face but was met with a loud SMACK. With his face still covered, Paul threw out a right hook and connected.

“блядь!” (“Fuck!”) Dwayne was clutching his face now. Both vampires held their hands cupped over their broken noses; blood streaming down from one onto the other.

“Man, David is not going to be happy with you two,” Marko chuckled. He was laid back up against the couch still combing his hair; snickering to himself thinking about what David’s reaction to his brothers would be when he returned. Marko was picking at the space in between the cushions and found half a joint. He was picking off the lint and hair and started poking at the other cushions trying to find a lighter. He looked at Dwayne and Paul, both covered in blood now. “Oh, hey Paul?” Marko called out, thinking of something.

“What?” Paul yelped out.

Marko now wore the same shit eating grin Dwayne had a second ago, tittering to himself while he lit the joint, “you’re gonna need another bath.”

Something’s happening. David thought to himself.

There was an itch at the back of his skull that was starting to grow.

He knew it wasn’t an emergency by the particular sensation; but the other lost boys were definitely causing problems back at the cave.

A gentle growl began to emanate from David’s chest. He was irritated. No way I’m going back this soon. He scrunched his nose; thinking about what they could be up to.

They’ll be fine alone for a few hours.

David imagined them causing trouble on the boardwalk, or fighting each other, or. . . they’d better not be touching my stuff. His growling grew louder.

A nearby school of fish, startled by the sudden possibility of a predator, swam anxiously away.

The thoughts of his brothers rifling through his personal belongings bothered him to no end. They had been known to “accidently” break items that cannot be replaced. His brothers have also moved things without telling him. But most of all, he hated when they started using his things without asking.

He grumbled quietly to himself. The odd image of this sulking vampire at the bottom of the ocean confused even the sea life around him.

A curious turtle swam up to David. Its meek little face and beak turning from side to side as it looked at him. Sensing the creature, David looked up at it. A mumbled, “what are you looking at,” left his throat as he angrily tried to shoo it away. The turtle paid no mind to his behavior, and swam even closer, now near his face. David tried to release more air from his lungs to scare the turtle away with a cloud of bubbles, but to his ever more annoyance, he’d relinquished all the oxygen in his body in replacement of salt water.

The vampire reached for some sand by his legs where he was seated and tossed it at the animal.

The turtle blinked, shook its head once, and swam away.

By the simple reaction, he almost felt bad for chasing it away. But when he wanted solitude, he wanted it from everyone and everything.

Alone again, David felt the irritation coursing through his veins. He felt that itch in the back of his head nagging him again as well. They’re up to something. He crinkled his nose.

David reached for his chest, trying to find solace in the pack of cigarettes he’d left in his jacket pocket. When the realization that he was under water hit him, he growled again.

That’s the pain in the ass about coming out here. He reminded himself.

Can’t fucking smoke under water. He inhaled some water and exhaled a long sigh.

Well, he began to stand, my cigarettes are at home…

While he wasn’t entirely recharged from his ‘late night stroll’, David had no desire to be away from his oral fixation and started to trudge home underwater.

He had been gone only a couple of hours, if that. But when David stood at the entrance to the cave, dripping wet and craving nicotine, the loud screaming and pummeling sounds would suggest that the cave had fallen into utter chaos.

“I told you I would hurt you.”

“You said you would bite him, not break his nose”

“Get your fat ass off of me!”

David started the walk down into the cave. He didn’t know whether to laugh at them or yell at them by the way they looked. He could entirely believe that this was the situation his instincts were warning him of, but even after a hundred years together their antics still surprised him.

Completely wrapped up in their own scenario, none of the boys heard David sloshing into the cavern.

“You’re gonna need another bath.”

“He’s right Paul,” David called out to them.

In an instant, all three were looking at him. Two black and blue, covered in dead blood, and the other getting stoned and brushing his hair. David chuckled at the sight of them. He walked over to where Dwayne and Paul were and stood looking down at them. “You’re gonna need a bath, Paul.”

Paul rolled his eyes, “what about him?” He pointed at Dwayne who still sat atop him. One hand accusing his brother, the other revealing the swollen, broken skin. “He broke my nose! What’s his punishment?”

David leaned down to Paul’s face, he whispered in a sing songy voice, “getting a bath is not a punishment Paulie.” David reached his hands out to either side of his brother’s face. His thumbs pressed against the crooked cartilage and in a swift crack Paul’s nose was set.

Paul flinched. His hand came up to feel the bridge of his nose. He blinked hard at the tender feeling, “t-thank’s David.”

David winked at Paul and turned his attention to Dwayne.

“Now,” he was gesturing with his fingers, “get off em.”

Dwayne had not taken his attention off of Paul since David set his nose. “Not until he apologizes,” a low snarl came from his throat.

“Apologizes for what?” David looked down at the pair.

“Rat bastard called me ‘fat’.” Dwayne hissed.

“You’re fucking heavy man,” Paul pushed at Dwayne’s hips, trying to shove him off to no avail.

“Dwaayne,” David called to him with mischief in his voice.

Dwayne looked up at David. The ungloved hands came to rest upon either side of Dwayne’s face; his thumbs gently pushing on the bent parts of his nose. Dwayne’s large brown eyes, puffy from the bruises, stared up at the icy blue ones in defiance. David chuckled, “you’re fuckin’ heavy, y’a know that?” SNAP. The cartilage came to rest in its rightful position.

Dwayne winced under David’s hands. The blue eyed vampire stared down at his brothers.

“See? All better now.” David smiled wolfishly at them.

“Now,” his hand grabbed Dwayne by the shoulder, “get the fuck off em’,” he threw him to the ground with a snarl.

The brunet slid across the ground with a grunt. Paul sheepishly sat up on his elbows as he looked over at his brothers.

David ignored them and continued over to his room. “you both need a bath. des putains d'imbéciles.” (“bloody fucking idiots.”)

“Your phones been buzzing all night man,” Marko called to him. The boys were used to David’s mood swings, and he helped Dwayne off his back.

The vampire leader huffed and picked the phone off the cot. He half hoped it was a text from you, desperately regretting your choice and asking to come back… but it wasn’t.

Just my fucking luck.

Missed call’s from Lucy and Max.

Holding his phone in his hand he turned to yell at the others, “why did no one answer?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Yeah, you hate when we touch your stuff.”

“Plus, we were busy man.”

David scoffed, “yeah, real fuckin’ busy,” he clicked redial to Max’s missed call. He could hear his brothers in the other part of the cave talking about something entirely different from the fight before. They have the memory of goldfish, he thought to himself.

The dial tone hit David’s ear like a ton of bricks. He hated getting calls from the ‘adults’. They call a hundred times but the second you call them back they’ve gone on a vow of silence.

His finger scrolled through all the messages he’d received from Max and Lucy in the past hour. Something about the hounds knocking over their blood reserves and they needed the boys to restock for them ‘ASAP’.

David groaned. “I fucking HAATE running errands.” His voice bellowed through the cave and shook the stalactites. His brothers took no notice of this and continued their conversation. He typed some half-assed response about needing to wait for the next new moon and threw the phone on the cot.

Still dripping with sea water, David grabbed his keys and walked out into the cavern.

Paul, reacting like a dog hearing his owner grab the leash, perked up and asked if they were going for a ride.

“No Paul, I am going for a ride.”

Dwayne and Marko giggled at Paul’s dejected look and continued passing the near dead roach around.

David made it to the steps of the cave before turning back to the others. “Alright,” he started. No matter what was happening in the cave he never liked riding without the other vampires. “Come on, go get your shit,” he smiled at them. The rest of the boys lit up, eagerly running to get their riding gear and hit the road.

It didn’t matter if they washed now or later, they were going to be covered in bugs and blood by the end of the night anyways.

They would ride all night til they could smell the warmth of the sun rising over the hills and return home when the light touched the water.

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

BuckTommyFluffebruary Day 7: Love notes/letters

This was really cute to work out for day 7 of the challenge by @bucktommyfluffebruary

Love Notes

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Rating G / Words 1545

Tommy didn't know why Evan decided to start leaving little post it notes in his lunches. Maybe Tommy had mentioned something while watching one of his favorite romcoms. Maybe he'd sighed or looked wistful while he'd introduced Evan to Love, Actually. Maybe it was none of the above and Evan just wanted to give him little notes. Either way, Tommy loved it. Every time he opened his lunch, a grin nearly split his face in two. It was worth the ribbing from his colleagues to see what Evan had written him.

Miss you already. Be safe.

I saw a helicopter on a call yesterday and waved. Was it you? Did you see me? Be safe.

Chimney suggested we watch Jupiter Ascending for our next movie night. Should we listen to him? Be safe.

Did you know octopi have three hearts? It's because their blood is blue. Be safe.

Oh, octopi also have nine brains. That's kinda crazy. Be safe.

Bad call during my 24. I think I'm just gonna sleep for a while. Be safe, love you.

I hope it's okay that I wrote I love you. I know we said it but it's different seeing it written. But I do. Love you, that is. Be safe.

After reading that note, Tommy hastened to text Evan that seeing it written was fine. If he were being honest, it made his stomach flip in pleasant ways. And he made sure to write back that he loved Evan.

It didn't take long after the first couple notes for Tommy to start writing notes of his own to Evan. Sometimes, they had whole conversations just in the little post its in their lunches.

It wasn't me in the helicopter but that's adorable. Keep yourself safe too.

Miss you back. My place after shift? Keep yourself safe.

I wouldn't say no to Jupiter Ascending. Some of the images I've seen from it look interesting. Keep yourself safe.

My turn to see you while flying. I saw the 118 engine heading out to a call yesterday. Keep yourself safe.

I don't really know much about octopi. Other than that they're really smart. Keep yourself safe.

Well, nine brains would explain being smart. They're weird animals, huh? Keep yourself safe.

Take care of yourself, Evan. If you wanna talk anytime, text me. I'll text back if I can. Or we can talk after shift. Keep yourself safe, I love you.

I love you, baby. Write it as much as you like. Oh, considering your deep dive into octopi, do you wanna go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium next weekend? Keep yourself safe, I love you.

That was the last note Tommy wrote before blowing up the relationship. Before breaking his heart and walking away before Evan could shatter him into a million tiny pieces. Yes, they loved each other. But a treacherous part of Tommy's brain told him it wasn't going to last. It couldn't last. Not when he was Evan's first boyfriend.

Not when there was a whole world of people out there better than Tommy.

He didn't go back to work for a few days after he broke up with Evan. To be honest, he wasn't thinking of anything but how much his heart hurt. So when he sat down for lunch, taking a table off in the corner of the lunchroom by himself, the last thing he was thinking about was the lack of a note in his lunch.

But as he dug through what he'd packed himself, some part of him feeling like he was missing something though everything was there, it hit him. Like a punch in the gut, he realized what was missing: a post it note from Evan. And it was a second punch realizing he was never going to get another note.

He dumped his lunch bag back in the fridge, unable to face eating. For the next week, he moved like the walking wounded. Each day he would pack a lunch, each day he would try to eat it, and each day the lack of a note turned his stomach. He was losing weight and he knew his colleagues were talking about him but he couldn't bring himself to care. As he checked his phone once again at the end of that week, automatically clicking onto the text thread with Evan, he let out a sigh. He'd started so many texts and deleted them. He wanted to explain but what could he say? How could he explain how unworthy he felt, how Evan saw some rose tinted version of him and not the mess?

He was so caught up in rereading the thread that he didn't clock Lucy watching him from another table, her eyes narrowed.

It took a couple months, and a concerned conversation from the captain, but Tommy eventually convinced himself to eat his lunch again. It wasn't like he was never eating, right? Just maybe not during particularly busy 24s or 48s. He could eat when he got home. But even he had to admit that the flight suit was getting a little too obviously baggy.

It also took those couple months for him to stop being so sunk in his own broken heart to notice Lucy acting... suspicious. Not bad, like she was hiding some sort of horrible secret. But he finally noticed how she would watch him, a speculative look in her eyes. Or how she would hover every once in a while, close but not overbearing. Like she was checking on him. Part of Tommy was annoyed but part was warmed by what seemed like concern.

He never mentioned it, though, nor did he ask her to stop. It was nice, having someone seem to care.

About halfway through the third month after breaking up with Evan, Tommy ran into Lucy in the lunchroom. Literally. She was looking back over her shoulder at the fridge while walking towards the door. Tommy was looking down at his phone as he walked through the doorway. They slammed into each other, Tommy’s phone falling from his hand. Lucy almost fell but he managed to grab her arm and steady her.

After a quick word of thanks and an apology, Lucy beat a hasty retreat from the lunchroom. Tommy stared after her, confused. He was even more confused when she looked back a couple times as she walked away, an odd expression on her face. It was a mix of anxiety and... smugness? Like she'd barely gotten away with something.

Tommy shook his head and retrieved his phone. Whatever was going on with Lucy wasn't his business unless she wanted to talk about it. Until then, he'd keep out of it. He grabbed his lunch bag out of the fridge and sat down. Then, as he reached inside, he froze. There was something there he hadn't packed. Something that was achingly familiar. His heart trembling in his chest, Tommy drew out a small piece of paper.

Can we talk? Coffee? Be safe, I still love you.

Tommy stared at the words written in Evan's familiar handwriting. His hand trembled, matching the trembling of his heart. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, a prickling burning that he had to keep blinking away. Evan still loved him. Even after Tommy had walked away and hurt him. Was still willing to reach out. Maybe. Just maybe.

Slowly, Tommy opened the text thread again. He typed out a day and time then hit send before he could second guess himself. He put his phone down, sternly reminding himself that he had no idea where Evan was right now and he might not be able to answer quickly. So he ate his lunch, eyes on his phone. While he ate, his mind raced in circles. One thought brought a chuckle: it had to have been Lucy who put the note in his lunch bag. It explained her nervousness and smugness earlier.

His phone didn't buzz until he was almost done with his lunch. It was Evan, agreeing to the date and time. Tommy texted back a thumbs up emoji and, after thinking for a good thirty seconds, a smiley emoji. Evan immediately texted back the same smiley. Tommy went back to work all but floating, hope and anxiety mingling in his belly.

A month later, they were back together. They'd talked everything out, taking more time than just that coffee meeting. But they'd discussed everything that had led to Tommy walking away. It had hurt, had been one of the hardest things Tommy had ever done. But he laid himself bare to Evan and found his heart cradled in soft, gentle hands. They'd agreed to slow things down and talk when insecurities and fears reared their heads.

As Tommy took his lunch bag out of the fridge, he found a return to something he had missed dreadfully. A little post it note sat on top of the tupperware holding last night's leftovers.

We never went on that aquarium date. How about next week when our 48s off line up? Be safe, love you.

Which led to the first note Tommy wrote back to Evan after their make up. Though not the last.

It’s a date. Can't wait. Keep yourself safe, I love you.

[freakattack]

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What do you meeeean. I am totally trustworthy. I have never even crashed once. I have never run over a small child. Not even a little bit. Oh, it's good. I like Teddy Hyde. Tallboys is a bop. Also, nice. Tenmaster song. I've never heard of that but I will absolutely listen to it. Just for you my homie.

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[crplpunkklavier]

there is something to be said about how i really barely feel disabled anymore once i'm in a truly accessible space. because the space is no longer disabling me.

so, we went to see the @montereybayaquarium for our honeymoon. we didn't make it through the whole aquarium on our first day, so we went twice. on day 1, i came to the ticket desk with my cane and said i'd like to have a wheelchair. on day 2, i didn't bring my cane, and once again requested a wheelchair. there was absolutely no difference in the employees' reactions: i didn't have to ~look disabled~ to be immediately met with a nod, and a wheelchair that 1) was my size and 2) i was able to move myself.

this is going to seem like a list of things that clear a very low bar, and i suppose it is. but i have been to bookfairs that attempted to take my cane from me because they didn't believe me i needed it, as if cane users carry cane prescriptions around with them (NOT A THING.), and who only let up when my friends and i explained to them (not reminded. explained) that what they were doing was illegal. the cologne zoo only has visitor wheelchairs that can be pushed by a companion, not wheeled by the user themselves. the art museum needs me to bring my own. so, you see where i'm coming from.

the aquarium was fully accessible. (at least for me as an ambulatory wheelchair user - i of course can't speak for people with different disabilities.) there was no exhibit i was cut off from by stairs, because all of them either had reasonable ramps (not too steep), or elevators that were quick and roomy enough not to make me feel like i was missing out. every exhibit was at a height/level that someone sitting down could still see. some of the active touch exhibits (like getting to pet certain animals or feel kelp) were trickier, but staff always came forth unprompted to ask me (not forcibly, just ask) if i could reach everything okay, and if i couldn't, they leaned down and over to help me get where i wanted. there was a walk-through bird enclosure where a staff person followed us, and explained that the doors need to open and close somewhat quickly, so she'll just stay around us while we're there, and as soon as i'm ready to exit through the door i was to let her know. she was fully in the background while we were in there, and at no point did i feel like i was under any pressure to get out soon, or like i was inconveniencing her.

literally the only difficult thing about going through the aquarium with a wheelchair was that at the very end of the day we weren't entirely sure where to give it back. the only difficult thing about going through the monterey bay aquarium with a wheelchair was getting rid of the wheelchair!

am i just advertising the monterey bay aquarium in this post? maybe. yeah. they're good in general and i'll give them as many free ads as i want. they were just also a really good example for accessibility that made me feel like a completely normal aquarium visitor. like i wasn't disabled, because the place enabled me to visit it.

and it's on my mind now that i'm back home in germany, because yesterday i had to take a train from a station that had me crawl up 4 flights of stairs with a cane and a suitcase around crowds of people that didn't help. and it wasn't that the elevator was broken or anything. it's that plenty of train stations even in large cities like cologne simply are not accessible for anyone who can't climb stairs.

and the aquarium was a good example for how it's not just things like ramps and available wheelchairs that are necessary, but how their staff also clearly knew what they were doing. there is an etiquette to learn for people who had never worked with disability before (you will at some point!), and they'd learned it. my needs never stumped them. and i got to spend my honeymoon feeling like an easy customer and only ever weeping because i got to see the ocean.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Monterey Bay Aquarium 07-09-24, Pt. 6

After the Jellies, took the elevator up to the top floor Observation Deck, for an even better overview of how things are laid out:

And the fog starts rolling in from the West in earnest.

Looking down at the Wavesplash-Window from above.

One of the boats we saw earlier returning now.

From here we took in the "Into The Deep" exhibit, which was just a little too dark for photos, and almost too dark for video, but I ended up getting SOME. The way in to the main room you pass through this groovy overhead-circle with a school of bait-ball fish swimming around your head.

Missed getting the cool Hammerhead shark that was in the main hall, a huge wall of a tank, but got a few seconds of the massive Sea Turtle. Mostly I just wanted to stand there and gawk...the scale is just so massive: that turtle is at least 3 feet across, those tuna fish are huge...at least 4 feet.

Look for Pt. 7!

[readingunderstars]

Blue Dream - One

Dealer!Ellie Williams x OC, College/University AU

Sypnosis: 

Ria Ortiz is a sophomore at Valerie College, grappling with the difficulties of a long-distance relationship. In preparation for her friend's birthday party, Ria needs to get her hands on some pre-rolls. Her regular plug only sells edibles, but he refers her to another dealer on campus—Ellie Williams.

Warnings: 18+!! recreational drug use

Word Count: 2.5k

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Professor Vargas’s office was everything one might hope for in a study. A massive shelf consumed the far wall, full to the brim with science books. Before it, a colossal desk was home to the Chair of the Biology department at Valerie College. Photographs from decades of research adorned every corner. Professor Vargas was in all of them, holding sea urchins, embracing her teams, petting turtles.

Ria stared at them in awe as she waited for the professor to finish whatever she was writing in her computer. At once, the typing ceased, and Professor Vargas removed her glasses, setting them aside. “Thank you for your patience,” she said, and looked at Ria in the chair opposite her. “Miss Ortiz, I have news for you.”

Straightening her posture, Ria fidgeted with her ring. “Did you hear back from the Monterey program?”

Professor Vargas opened one of her drawers, and retrieved a blue envelope, sliding it across the dark wood of her desk. Ria took the envelope. It was from the Biology department. She looked up to Professor Vargas, who was watching expectantly. “Did I get in?”

“Open it,” Vargas said with a smile, and Ria’s fingers trembled as she ripped the side, pulling out a folded letter. 

This was it. The reason she had come to Valerie. Well, not the only reason, but it was the biggest one. Valerie College partnered with the Monterey Bay Aquarium to create a marine biology summer program for its students. It was everything Ria wanted, from field work all over the west coast to the chance of studying marine life. Especially green sea turtles. She had spent countless hours preparing for this—studying, building a relationship with the department, interviewing, writing essays. And now she held the decision in her hand, a year and a half of hard work condensed into a single moment. 

She opened it, and gasped as she read it, her eyes filling with tears. “Welcome to the team,” Professor Vargas said, standing to offer a congratulatory hug.

Ria jumped into her arms, closing her eyes, crying with happiness. “Thank you so much, Professor.”

“Please, we’ll be working together soon,” she replied. “Call me Melissa.”

Ria ran out of the science building complex and into the green center of campus. “AJ!” she screamed. Her brother looked up at the sound of his name, standing up from his spot under Old Tree, where she had seen him studying earlier. “I GOT IN!”

AJ laughed, grabbing his head with his hands. “For real?” 

“YES!” The wind ran through her curls as she charged at AJ. Ria threw her tote on the ground as he braced for impact. She ran straight into him, launching them both unto the grass.

Rolling off him, Ria sighed and stared up at the massive canopy of Old Tree. Little laughs escaped her, still in disbelief.

“Congrats, renacuaja,” AJ said. Tadpole.

Ria shoved him, but couldn’t manage to be mad. She’d gotten in.

“You gotta tell Julian.”

Sitting up, Ria’s smile dropped. “You couldn’t let me have a moment before thinking about that?”

AJ shrugged. “Sorry,” he said. “But you do have to.”

“Ya te oí,” Ria said, waving her hand. I heard you already.

Ria’s phone vibrated in her back pocket, and she jumped. Unlocking her screen, she opened Snapchat to a notification from the only person she ever texted on the app—her dealer.

Ryan Murphy had replied to her question about some pre-rolls for tomorrow’s party. 

murphyslaw: i only sell edibles

Ria groaned. He was the only dealer she’d bought from since her last one graduated, and Ria had promised to hook everybody up.

“What’s wrong?” AJ asked, going back to where his laptop sat.

“Murphy doesn’t sell bud,” she replied, twisting to look back at AJ.

He tsked. “I could’ve told you that.”

Giving him a look, Ria laid her head back down on the grass. Another notification popped up.

murphyslaw: my friend sells bud tho, she might have some. u want her info?

Fuck yeah, I do.

ria.ortiz: Yes pleaseee

murphyslaw: alr hold on

murphyslaw: @el_will

ria.ortiz: Thanks Murph, see you around

Typing in the username into the search bar, Ria laughed. El Will. The Will? She wondered if Murphy’s friend was Hispanic. It didn’t help that the account had no name, just an emoji of a fern. Ria added her.

Standing up, Ria swiped away any pieces of grass on her clothes and hair. Then she spotted her bag several feet away and picked it up, sitting against the trunk of Old Tree beside AJ. “What kind of gifts does Sasha like?” he asked.

Ria’s phone lit up again. “Um,” she said, seeing the dealer had added her back. That was quick.

el_will: you came from Ryan, right?

“Ria,” AJ called.

ria.ortiz: Yeah, he said you might have pre-rolls?

“What?” she said, not really paying attention to him.

“I asked you a question,” AJ said.

el_will: i do. right now i’ve got a sativa-dominant hybrid. that good?

“Hm?” Ria looked at him. “Oh. She likes candles.”

ria.ortiz: Yep, I just need 10 for tomorrow

“What did you get her?”

“Just get her a candle, AJ,” Ria said, watching as the dealer typed. “Can’t go wrong with that.”

el_will: alr so it’s 10 half-gram pre-rolls, $7 a piece. can you meet at 6?

ria.ortiz: Sounds good and yes

el_will: come to the green house across the street from Cedar Hall.

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Ria spent the rest of her afternoon in her dorm, first calling her parents to tell them the news, then doing assignments until her brain practically rotted. Closing her eyes, she decided to leave the rest for the following day, before the party.

Checking the time, she saw there was enough to grab dinner before picking up everyone’s share of the money. She grabbed a sad plate of pasta and questionable chicken and climbed up the hill to Birchwood Hall. Halle and Katherine had left their dorm unlocked for Ria, and the money was on Halle’s desk.

Two floors above them, Jamie handed her the cash. “I’m making jello shots. What flavor do you want?”

Looking at the flavor boxes laid out on Jamie’s bed, Ria took the blue one. “Berry Blue.”

“The only option,” Hugo said, walking into his boyfriend’s dorm. He took out his wallet and counted enough for two joints. “Thanks, Ria.”

“Anytime,” she said, and headed out.

The last stop was Sasha’s suite on the first floor of Cedar Hall. It was the dorm building across from the dealer’s house, and where the party would be held the following night. Ria knocked as a courtesy but didn’t wait for an answer before turning the knob—none of them ever locked the front door during the day.

The suite living room connected the three dorms within, two doubles and a single. Party decorations had been dumped on the small table, waiting to be put up. A foldable chair sat to either side of a couch, upon which one of Sasha’s suite mates sat, knitting. Rosa’s hands worked to make something Ria couldn’t identify out of the sage green yarn on the ground.

“Oh hey,” Rosa said, and stopped knitting to point at a roll of cash on the coffee table. “It’s all there. Sasha’s in her room, in case you wanted to see her.”

“Thanks,” Ria said as she counted the bills, walking to the door directly past the couch. Her hand barely touched the handle before Sasha opened the door, smiling brighter than usual. 

“So?” she said, her brown eyes wide. “Did you talk to Vargas?”

That same happiness flooded Ria again, and she smiled just as brightly as Sasha. “I got in,” she said.

Sasha screamed jumping as she took Ria’s shoulders. “Oh my God!” Then she stopped, her jaw dropping. “Oh my God,” Sasha said. “Now you really have to tell Julian.”

Ria groaned, throwing herself on Sasha’s bed. “Why is that the first thing everyone says?”

“He’s your boyfriend, Ria. He needs to know at some point.” Sasha knelt beside the bed, and Ria turned her head to face her. “What’s scaring you?”

“I’m not scared… It’s just that we only see each other when I go home, and if I stay in California over the summer,” she covered her face with her hands, “I know he won’t like it.”

“Alright, so he doesn’t like it. What’s gonna happen?” Taking Ria’s hands away from her face, Sasha leaned her head on the mattress. “Would he end your two-year-long relationship over this?”

“No,” Ria said, staring at the ceiling. Sasha had placed glow-in-the-dark stars on it, the kind Ria had always wanted as a kid. “He wouldn’t. But the distance is already hard on him, and I feel bad.”

“Isn’t the distance hard on you too?”

Ria shrugged. “I don’t really think about it a lot.” Looking down at Sasha, a heavy weight fell on her stomach. “Is that bad?”

Sasha considered it, pressing her lips together. She softly stroked the hairs on Ria’s forearm. “I can’t answer that for you.”

Ria chewed her cheek. “I guess,” she said, getting up. “Oh, by the way, Murphy didn’t have pre-rolls so I’m getting them from his friend.”

“I could have told you he doesn’t sell pre-rolls.” Sasha said, and Ria glared in disbelief. How did everyone know that except for her?

“Whatever,” Ria said, laughing as she opened the door. “Find me if I get kidnapped.”

“Of course,” Sasha said as Ria stepped out.

“See you tomorrow, Rosita,” Ria said, and Rosa waved.

Ria crossed the street, crossing the boundary between the campus and the world outside. She walked down the hill to the only house that matched the description.

It was a small house with two floors, the green paint beginning to crack. Hand-painted pots held flowering plants on the porch, and a wooden bench leaned lazily beside the front door. 

A rather large, dark gray Toyota truck was parked outside, pristinely clean and sorely out of place. Ria admired it as she passed. She spotted a doorbell camera as she approached the door, and began to feel awfully self conscious. A chime rang as her finger pressed the button.

Seconds passed as she fiddled with her promise ring. A dog barked in the distance. She was about to ring the doorbell again when the door opened and a tall, bronzed girl with cropped hair appeared behind it. Her dark eyes squinted in the sunlight, perfectly smudged with black eyeliner. She smiled softly at Ria as she walked past, crossing the same street she just had.

Ria couldn’t help but watch her.

“You Ryan’s girl?” A voice said behind Ria, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning to face the source, Ria eyed the girl at the threshold. She was just taller than Ria, her dark auburn hair pulled back into a bun. Her eyes were the same soft green as the painted panels of her house, set among freckled cheeks. The sleeves of her flannel were rolled up to expose a tattoo which covered the whole of her right forearm. She didn’t seem to notice Ria’s startle.

“Ellie,” the girl said, holding her hand out for Ria to shake. 

Ellie. El Will. El is short for Ellie. What’s Will short for? Williams? Ellie Williams? Definitely not Hispanic.

She took it. “Ria.”

Ellie nodded. “Come in.”

She led Ria through the house. The living room was dimly lit, with a worn-out couch and more plants in painted pots. A set of stairs led to the upper floor, but they walked right past it, and past the old kitchen as well, through a narrow hall that led to a room in the back of the house.

The smell hit her before Ria could see it—a scent that was simultaneously delicious and repugnant. She looked around, to the shelves that held jars upon jars of weed and all sorts of equipment. A desk sat against the far wall; a scale and a tray with dozens of joints atop it. Ellie took a bin labeled “tubes” and set it on the desk. “So,” she said. “What party is this?”

Ria laughed. She’d never said it was for a party, but she guessed there weren’t many things to do for someone to buy that many joints at once. “My friend Sasha is turning 21 tomorrow,” Ria said. “She’s throwing this big party at Cedar.”

Placing a pre-roll in each of ten tubes, Ellie spoke. “Sasha Mehra?”

Ria furrowed her brows. “You know her?”

“We had our first year art seminar together.” Ellie placed the tubes in a paper bag, folding the end. “She’s very talented.” Opening one of the drawers of the desk, she retrieved a silver lighter. Ellie took one of the joints from the tray and held it with her lips.

She handed the bag to Ria, lighting the joint as Ria dug in her pocket for the roll of cash. “Yes, she is,” she said as she handed the cash to the dealer.

Taking a hit before counting, Ellie seemed satisfied and set it aside. “Here,” she said, holding the joint up to Ria’s mouth. It was the first time Ellie really looked at her, and Ria could see the thin scar cutting across her brow.

“Alright.” Ria took a hit, hearing the soft crackle of the weed burning in the silence of the house. Ellie leaned against the desk, her eyes watching Ria carefully. The smoke rushed in, but it didn’t burn Ria’s throat as much as other strains she’d had. It tasted almost sweet. Holding the smoke in for a couple of seconds before exhaling, Ria handed the joint back to Ellie, watching a thick cloud of smoke leave her lungs.

Ellie took another hit from the joint, her eyes scanning Ria’s body as she did. The attention made Ria nervous, and she nearly laughed, but held it in. As Ellie breathed out, a grin pulled at her mouth. “I might pass by tomorrow,” she gave Ria the joint, “wish Sasha a happy birthday.”

The next hit was smoother than the last. “I think she’d appreciate that.” Although, Ria didn’t know whether Sasha would remember Ellie.

She nodded slowly, her eyes still lingering on Ria. Taking one last hit, Ria returned the joint and took a few steps back. “I’ll see myself out,” she said, pointing to the front of the house. “Thanks for the J.”

Ellie’s chuckle followed Ria out of the house and all the way back to her dorm. She told herself it was just the weed taking effect, that she’d imagined Ellie’s eyes straying and the way it made her heart speed up.

Whether it was the weed’s fault or not, one thing was above reproach—Ellie’s weed was damn good.

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Notes: hiii this is the first fic i’ve ever actually posted, you can also find it on ao3 under the same name and username. just as an FYI, i am also an artist, so i’ll be posting some art along with the chapters. it’ll be linked at the end of every chapter :)

art for this chapter is actually a preview for the next one. it is Sasha and the Suite Mates. you’ve already met Sasha and Rosa, more on the others next chapter

[missr3n3]

tagged by @js337 ty so much!!

Rules: tag 10 or more people you want to know better

relationship status: single n honestly im p fine with that rn

favorite color: maroon. shout out to indigo and phthalo green tho

song stuck in my head: accidents by alexisonfire, specifically the soft panning "wooooOOOOOoooaah" in the middle of the song

favorite food: im very basic and could probably eat pasta or chocolate for the rest of my life lol

last song I heard: smile in your sleep by silverstein (look im in an emo mood bc im back to writing that talos principle fic lol)

dream trip: i want to go back to monterey bay so baaad. either that or revisiting venice italy again.

last thing I searched: "pthalo green" (couldn't remember how its spelled lol)

im gonna tag @bittergoth @thetrashiestoftrash @moonlightsmasquerade @shiroikabocha @awesomephd @natti-karlo @mustangs-flames @silverjirachi @miss-wanna-draw96 and anyone else who wants to join in! (that counts as 10 right? lol)

no pressure tho!! <3

[stereopticons]

oversharing on the internet

Thanks for the tags, @jettestar @celeritas2997 and @mostlyinthemorning ! Sorry this took me a minute, I just got home from traveling.

ONE: Are you named after anyone?

No, though I do have the same middle name as my mother. Her primary reasoning for naming me what she did was that she always wanted people to call her a “boy’s” name growing up but no one did and so she made my initials a “boy’s name” so that people would call me it (no one ever has). I wish someone would have told her you can ask people to call you whatever you want.

TWO: When was the last time you cried?

About twenty minutes ago when I stepped on the pointy end of a toothpick that was stuck in a blanket on the floor (welcome home, I guess).

THREE: Do you have kids?

david rose absolutely not dot gif (I searched for it but tumblr hates me)

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I do, but sometimes I feel bad using it because I know many people struggle to understand it but it’s so deeply ingrained in the way I talk

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?

For an un-athletic person, I seem to have tried a lot of things: soccer (grades 3-5), swimming (ages 6-15, this is the only one I was actually ok at but quit because it interfered with band), dance (ballet, jazz/modern, ballroom), tennis (one brief summer that my parents were trying to keep us occupied), fencing (college, this was so fun but it was too expensive to keep going), gymnastics (it was called tumbling actually because we were very small), yoga, weightlifting

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?

I…don’t know. Is this a thing people know?

SEVEN: What's your eye colour?

Hazel-ish

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?

This is a false dichotomy (and I’m bi so that exempts me from choosing between things)

(for legal reasons that’s a joke)

NINE: Any special talents?

Not unless you count making every conversation awkward.

TEN: Where were you born?

In a town that I still have to google to make sure I’m spelling it right.

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?

Theoretically, reading, writing, baking, crochet, playing music, staring at large bodies of water but tbh my brain has been so broken lately that I haven’t been doing much of any of them

TWELVE: Do you have any pets?

Three small monsters of the cat variety.

THIRTEEN: How tall are you?

Completely average.

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?

Does band count? Instead of taking calc my senior year of hs, I took three band classes because I was sure I was going to be a professional musician and insisted that all the math I needed I had learned by fifth grade (jokes on me, I ended up in a v math heavy field!)

FIFTEEN: Dream job?

Sometimes I still fantasize about quitting everything and opening a bakery/coffeeshop/bookstore/bar. Or going to work with the otters at the Monterey Bay aquarium. My ultimate dream musician jobs (see previous question) were to be a Broadway musician and/or own my own recording studio. Sometimes I miss that person.

I’m way late to this but if you didn’t get tagged, please consider this your tag.

[thus-spoke-lo]

hey lo i hope you're having a good day. u surely don't know but i used to send u anon asks quite often before deleting my acc and making a new one long story short but i missed you 😭 I'm glad to see you active and still obsessed with doffy 🩷🩷🩷

also, i have a random question u can ignore if you want i just don't have anybody to ask this but.. would you be generous to share some music recommendations ? your favorites or smth like that idk bc for some context very lately i grew sick of my playlists and nothing i know looks appealing so i went on to explore more genres pls help especially if you like anything from the 90's to the early 00's 😭😭😭

have a good day/night 🫶

hello friend, welcome back! <3 I'll probably be active on this site (and in love with doflamingo) until this place implodes, so rest assured, you can expect to find me here lol

I don't think I have particularly good taste in music, but I'm happy to share what I listen to in case you find anything to your liking!

I listen to a lot of lo-fi when I write (I can't listen to anything with lyrics, it throws me off), and Monterey Bay Aquarium has collections of lo-fi hip-hop played over video feeds of their various ocean creatures.

Here's a sample of the stuff I have on my everyday playlist I listen to when I'm running errands, doing chores, etc. [the full playlist is like, over 200 songs and on a different platform, so i didn't add everything]:

Most of what I listen to is stuff I was into when I was like, age 11-14, and then age 21-25, and anything that sounds like that music lol.

[cherrysteele]

EEAAO teaches us to embrace the absurdism of life, but I got an early introduction in 2013. I was living in Monterey, and my grandma flew out from South Dakota to visit, in late spring. The entire springtime Monterey Bay area is gorgeous, covered in flowers, especially the super fancy towns like Carmel by the Sea, so I drove her through all the winding roads to come through the main street that takes you down the hill with the ocean in front of you. The streets were lined with adorable boutiques with items that cost my entire yearly salary, with flower beds, pots, hangers, and trellises as far as the eye could see. The land occasionally dropped off below the visible horizon, so it was just street and ocean at times.

She spent the whole drive carefully working on a text message to her best friend, missed the whole view. I love her so much.

im so done with seeing articles about kids and screen time that doesnt mention parent behaviors even once. “kids are always on their phones” so are the parents! which the kids look to for how they should behave! ipad babies didn’t chose to only play on their ipads, thats what their parents gave them!

an anecdotal example: when i was a kid, all my parents would do in their minimal free time was watch tv and then they would be surprised when in my sister and i’s minimal free time we would also only watch tv/play video games. they scolded us for not reading books, but they never read books. they scolded us for not going outside but they never went outside.

“kids are always on their damn phones” my mom is in her 60s and opens up candy crush anytime she’s sitting — it isnt just the kids

[mariacallous]

Top 5 California things, and Top 5 Bay Area things (if possible don't overlap)

Top 5 Bay Area things:

-House of Prime Rib in San Francisco

-The redwood forests

-Green Day

-The SF Giants

-The abundant green spaces and parks and waterfront locations reminding you that life can be good and nature is beautiful

Top 5 California things:

-Mexican food. I have not had any good Mexican food since I left California. I crave the lengua burritos from the taqueria my family chose near where we used to live.

-The Monterey Peninsula. Dream place to live. My family has a long and deep connection to the area and I miss it so much all the time.

-The ease of buying cigarettes and alcohol.

-The beauty and diversity of the landscape - from Lake Tahoe to King's Canyon to Joshua Tree to even the Central Valley (near Gilroy, but not Bakersfield sorry) and, of course, the waterfront. My god do I miss the California coastline.

-The fact that California has figured out things like trash control for multi-family buildings and actually made efforts to actively change permitting and zoning and housing regulations (though obviously more work could be done).

[wandering-lane]

i'm glad to hear that you're doing well! i've missed you so, so much. i'm in california this week!! visiting my cousins for thanksgiving. it's so fucking beautiful THE SEASONS ACTUALLY CHANGE HEREEEE

i got back into pokémon, platinum and soulsilver kinda helped me get get out of a rough spot, and now i'm drawing and redesigning my pokémon ocs again, as well as working on my fakemon region after like, a year.

i'm near the end of cave story too! it's such a good game,,,,,OH OH AND I BEAT ZERO ESCAPE 999!!!! IT IS SUUUUCH A GOOD GAME, BUT I FEAR I'M GONNA SPOIL LITERALLY ANYTHJNG IF I TALK ABOUT IT LMAO

anyways. yeag. i've missed you. a LOT. djhhdhd . love you dude /p

-hugh

RAHGGG THATS AWESOME!! Cali is so nice actually. If you have the chance to go to the monterey bay aquarium you should totally go. It's so cool. Also yeah the seasons actually change LMAO

That's awesome!!! The Johto games are like. My entire being actually. I'm a huge sucker for them in particular (as excited as I am for ZA we were robbed of a legends johto game I think). That's neat.. I should totally get secret insider information >:) /silly

I DON'T KNOW WHAT EITHER OF THOSE ARE BUT I'M EXCITED FOR YOU!!!! I started Persona 5 which is. A wild trip but I'm enjoying myself. Ryuji is me fr actually. Anywaysss lmao- ONE THING I'VE DEFINITELY NOT BEEN HYPERFIXATING ON LATELY IS FUCKING. LEGO MONKIE KID. It's such a fun show actually. The animation is like, stupidly good. It's based on the Journey to the West AND manages to remain pretty damn faithful to it. The characters are GREAT. What's not to love.

I'VE MISSED YOU TOO OGUHGH ... Love you too bestie!!! /p