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satellitespinner · 9 months ago

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✼ mommy issues .. (two)

a/n: PLEASE READ CONTENT WARNINGS ! holy gyat i just ate good chilli and it made me wanna get pregnant ANYWAYS.. i was gonna add spice but i found out the girl i like had a crush on a dude so you get more angst:) enjoy

content warnings: ANGST readers child is described to have curly hair, reader is of spanish speaking descent. (or atleast speaks it.) we on some white people shit lowk… ellie is good with kids😍😍😍😍😍 reader works in a hospital! you kids lowk an ass.. ellie has another panic attack. ellie still sad. CANADA MENTIONED RAAAHHHHHHHH cat brought up!!!! we almost get a kith…. this bitch is not proofread

wc: 4.4k

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a few days later ellie finds herself sitting in a booth at her work with her two colleagues. tonight was the first time she was going to babysit your son, and she was terrified

she found that in this moment was the first time her thoughts weren’t plagued of joel since he died.

“i swear! not even light years could dim such a woman.” ellie describes you as if you were a goddess. well, to her you were.

“can you shut the fuck up with that weird space shit and talk like a normal person?”

jesse scolds jokingly. he winces in pain as dina’s foot meets his shin under the table.

“whatever, dude. it’s true.” the girl sulks.

“hey! speaking of space nerd shit. how’s school going, el?” dina asks with a smile on her face.

little did she know the mere mention of school caused gut plummeting anxiety for ellie.

“uhh, it’s good. it’s- school, you know?.” ellie mutters, there isn’t much to say. besides the fact that she’s gonna fail if she doesn’t scrape together a thousand dollars for fucking textbooks.

sometimes ellie wondered if dina struggled with money. she works this shitty waitressing job for twenty bucks an hour, and she has a son. but then again, she didn’t have the burden of school on top of all her other responsibilities.

the table goes quiet after ellie’s response. she’s not one to open up about her personal life. she only told dina about joel dying a few weeks ago.

joel. joel.

ellies mind clouds over. like a switch that clicked, making her go from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. she was always like that.

“ellie?” she hears a feminine voice break her out of her trance. a sympathetic expression on dina’s face when ellie looks up at her.

“sorry. what did you say?” she throws in a fake smile to distract from the fact that she was on the brink of another panic attack.

the last time she had a panic attack at work she was so embarrassed she didn’t come in for a week.

“i asked if you needed a ride tonight. y’know cause of the baby sitting.” dina offers, again.

ellie thinks about arguing with the girl, but she decides against it. knowing she’ll just end up in dina’s passenger seat anyway.

“yeah that would be awesome. thanks.” ellie couldn’t help but feel even more guilty every time dina offered. she felt like she was taking advantage of her. even though she knew she wasn’t.

ellie huffs out of her cheeks before standing up from the booth. “time to get back to work.” she jokingly frowns. causing jesse to laugh.

“it was time to get back to work 10 minutes ago.” he corrects in a ‘told you so’ tone as they start walking back to their designated areas.

“fuck off.” she peers, stopping so dina can catch up to them. she sticks her tongue out at jesse when dina places a hand on her shoulder.

“what a gentlewoman, she’s gonna love you.” she whispers and shoots ellie a wink. leaving ellie flustered yet rolling her eyes.

6:45

you had to be at work in an hour and your son was not cooperating.

“felix!” you shriek, the child was running around with a cheeto you gave him 3 hours ago. you fight the urge to laugh at his un styled curls and grimey face, but your stern mom facade over rode.

“¡vuelve aquí niño sucio!”

(“come back here dirty boy”)

he continued to run wild like a chicken with no head. you start to get sick of his behavior and put your foot down.

“felix. now.”

he stops in his tracks at your stern tone. he sulks as he makes his way to you. you smile at his obedience.

you take his gross cheeto and toss it into the trash. he pouts at your action which causes you to scoff. “put that lip away, chiquito.” you tease him.

he lightens up fast. his sad attitude being replaced with a toothy smile. it was infectious. whenever he was happy, you were happy.

“there we go!” you laugh as you zip up his sweater. he scrambles away before you could wipe the dirt off of his face. you sigh.

you picked your battles with him.

you decided to shoot ellie a quick text, hoping to prepare her for your crazy kid.

ellie’s running around the house in hopes to baby-proof the place when she gets a text from you.

sexy neighbor: hey ellie! he’s almost ready, and please excuse the dirt on his face. i promise i’m not a bad mom lol.

she smiles and begins to type back.

ellie: all good haha, is there any specific allergies or things you need done tonight?

she shuts off her phone and continues to clean up, moving the whiskey on the counter into the high parts of her cupboard.

she runs to her room and changes into a pair of gray sweats and a clean hoodie.

sexy neighbor: nope no allergies! could you make him dinner? if it’s to big of an ask i can totally send something! just say the word.

ellie: oh absolutely. i already planned to make him dinner anyway.

sexy neighbor: oh wow thank you so much, you’re going to be a great babysitter i’m sure 😉

ellie’s cheeks heat up at the text. you were such a mom. she thought to herself. she was just going to like the message when another comes through.

sexy neighbor: he is insisting to bring his coloring supplies. i hope that’s okay..?

ellie: oh wow were going to get along well. that’s totally fine :)

sexy neighbor: thanks sweetheart

a few minutes ellie’s front door is being knocked on by a small hand. when she opens the door she’s met with a backpack clad felix and you. in scrubs.

“hi!” she exclaimed as soon as she opened the door, her words mostly directed at the young boy.

“hello!” your son replies quickly. “i brought toys for us to play with!” she tells her, like he’s known her forever.

“oh thank god.” she puts a hand over her heart as she crouches down to his level.

“toys r’ scarce around here..” she warns. felix looks at her confused, but you laugh.

ellie stands up and puts out her hand for the boy to take, which he does. you smile at the interaction before crouching down to him.

“te amo, cariño” you gently whispered into his ear as you give him a small peck.

you stand up quickly and pull ellie in for a quick hug as well.

“thank you, again.” you sighed into the hug as you expressed your gratitude. ellie smiled at you. she really wanted to kiss you right now.

“don’t sweat it, now get going mom. you’re gonna be late!” she jokes as she looks down at your son.

“you’re right. i should go.” you make your way to the car and get in. you roll down your window and blew kisses at your son, who was now in ellie’s arms. you shoot ellie a wink before taking off.

ellie puts your son down, keeping his hand interlocked with hers as she takes him inside.

“hey kid, does your mom speak spanish?”

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you found yourself immediately trusting ellie when you first met her. her green eyes reminded you of your own sons.

you saw yourself in her quite a bit, you could tell she was hurting. when she opened up to you that night in your kitchen about her father you could tell.

she told you she had grown up without a mother and all you could think about was nurturing and comforting her like she deserved.

you also saw the way she looked at you.

ellie found great comfort in your sons presence. he distracted her from her usual routine, which wasn’t the healthiest..

currently, felix had ellie drawing each one of his toy cars.

“like this?” she asks, flipping the paper to show him her drawing of a red car.

“no!” he denies before showing his own. a paper full of scribbles with his name poorly printed at the top.

“ohhh.. i see.” she says before flipping the paper back to herself and scribbling atop her original drawing.

“like this?” she asks once again.

“yes!” he confirms. ellie laughs at his childish antics.

the boy had requested a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner around 8:30.

“yeah i could go for a grilled cheese right now.” ellie agrees as she pats his head.

ellie had mastered the art of cooking before she was 14. when joel started fostering her the first thing she asked him was if she could use the kitchen.

although she would do anything to do that for her career, in this economy there was no chance. so she settled on astrophysics. and boy was it expensive.

she just hoped that everything would work out and she could make joel proud.

your shift was fucking exhausting. first, some random psych patient spit in your face. then, you spilt coffee all over yourself not even halfway through the night.

you were ready to go home and see your baby.

you had texted ellie a few times throughout the night for updates and she replied with something positive every time.

ellie next door: yeah he’s fine don’t worry! hes coloring right now.

you: awh that’s my boy. i hope he’s not being to much.

ellie next door: nope not too much at all

ellie next door: *one attachment*

he says hi mama !

you: oh my god aweeeeeee you two are so cute.

you smiled and saved the image to your camera roll without hesitation. it was a picture of your son at ellie’s kitchen table, markers and paper littered her table.

the reflection of her on the black television caught her smiling widely as he waved at the camera.

you: did he eat anything yet?

ellie next door: yep! he requested a grilled cheese. he also had some snacks earlier.

you: perfectttt you’re a life saver!

ellie contemplates how she should respond to your message. she could start flirting or she could img fucking chill and be normal.

she chose the latter.

ellie next door: haha! it’s really no problem :)

ellie had put your son to bed in her bedroom rather than the couch. the kid had toddled in there before ellie could reach him.

she tried to chase him down but his curiosity made him fast and sneaky.

“get back here lil’ man!” she giggles as his tiny feet smack against the hardwood floors.

he giggles as he ran away from her, running into the first open door he sees, that being ellie’s room.

he was awestruck by the many comic book posters and the guitar in the corner of the room was where he was headed.

before ellie grabbed him, that is.

“i don’t think so.” she laughs as she picks him up with ease. gently tossing him onto the bed.

“you have a boys room. but you’re a girl.” the boy points out, not in a bad way. ellie could tell he was just stating what he saw.

“yeah thanks for telling me i didn’t know.”

by the time you arrived home the sun was about to come up, and you were fucking exhausted. you contemplated asking ellie to keep him the rest of the night, but you didn’t.

your kid, your responsibility. you reminded yourself. as you knocked on ellie’s door.

pajama clad ellie opens the door with a smile, welcoming you in immediately.

“hey ellie, how was it?” you ask with a yawn. she guides you over to her kitchen island. her house layout almost identical to yours.

ellie smiles and describes her night with your son in great detail. your heart melts at the way her face lights up during certain points of her story. she recalls how she chased him around after dinner and he insisted on sleeping in her room.

your reach into your purse and searched your wallet, you spoke as your hands fumbled in your bag.

“i really cannot thank you enough,” you begin, finally pulling out your wallet and pulling out a few twenties for ellie. she looks confused as you try to pass them to her, putting her hands out to decline.

“you already paid me, remember?” you nod - urging her to take the extra cash.

“i just wanted to give you a little extra.” you smile and ellie almost cries. she held it together though, she probably told you thank you about forty times before you laughed and told her it wasnt a problem.

ellie lead you to her bedroom to retrieve your son, who was dead asleep underneath her planet print bedsheets. ellies cheeks turned pink when you giggled and said; “nice sheets, el.”

you tried to gently wake your son but he wasn't having it. you grabbed his arm to pull him out of the bed. he groans and slides himself underneath the covers. you are fully on your knees at this point. “i swear, if you embarrass me.” you threaten in a whisper so ellie didn't hear, she still did.

ellie chuckled lowly. “he can sleep here, its pretty late anyways.” she smiled.

you slightly bit your lip. “are you sure?” it wasn't ellie that you didn't trust, it was your kid. ellie wasn't hearing it.

“positive.”

sleepovers at ellies became a recurring thing after that. your son was so excited everytime she babysat and it made your heart so full.

this time in particular your son was extra excited. ellie had promised him ice cream for not putting up a fight to leave the previous time.

usually she greeted you at the door with a smile and a hug. but this time she didn’t answer at all..

“mama where’s ellie?” your son asked. “i don’t know baby.” you reply with a raise of your eyebrow.

you saw her arrive home, you two even spoke briefly before she went in to unwind. she seemed dull today.

you knew something wasn’t right so you decided to go in. your son followed you close behind. you sat him on the couch and advised him not to move.

the house was dark. you slowly stepped down the hallway.

“ellie? honey?” you called out, to your surprise there was no reply. a shiver crept up your spine.

you walked until you were faced with her bedroom door. it was slightly open. so you knocked before you stepped inside.

“ellie?”

the door cracked open as you entered. you didn’t know what to expect but it definitely wasn’t that.

ellie was laying in her bed, fetal position. sobbing her brains out. you were surprised you didn’t hear her when you were walking down the hall.

she gasped for air as you rushed to her. you sit down and sit her up so her back is against the headboard.

“shh, you’re okay. i’m here.” those words, although comforting triggered even more tears to fall. she didn’t know what she was doing.

the girl screamed in your arms for what felt like forever and you just sat there and held her. you whispered sweet words into her ears and rubbed circles on her back.

eventually your son had run through the door. a little gasp leaving his lips at the sight of ellie.

“ellie are you okay!?” he practically screamed in her face. you took your free hand and tried to shove him out the door.

ellie’s loud cries turned into soft sniffles as he wouldn’t leave. your son practically jumped onto her to try and make her feel better. your heart drops but ellie just laughs and pulls him into a deep hug.

ellie looks to you as your son babbles absolute nonsense into her shoulder.

“i’m really sorr-“ she starts, but you instantly cut her off.

“absolutely none of that.” you say, in your mom voice. her eyes widen at your tone.

“can you stay with els while i make a quick phone call?” you ask your son. he stands up tall. “yes!” he nods as if he were superman. you and ellie both laugh.

ellie knew exactly what put her in that position. her entire day was fucked from the beginning.

she should've called out of work when she woke up from a dream nightmare about joel.

she couldn’t stop thinking about the dream while doing her morning routine, or skating to work. which ended with her on the ground and her board in half.

if that wasn’t enough, while she was on her shift her ex walks in.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” she whisper-yells as she watches the black haired, tattoo ridden girl takes a seat. with a new girl.

there was no way in hell she was going to serve them. she couldn’t ask dina, her table kept sending back the food. ellie was ready to go over there and rip them a new one. she refrained.

jesse couldn’t, obviously. she wasn’t going to ask sam. she looked like she was also on the verge of tears. i guess everyone’s having a shitty day. she thought to herself as she walked over to cats table. except you.

“ellie! hey!” cat smiled, she wasn’t happy to see ellie, it was an evil smile. she was happy to terrorize ellie.

“i forgot you worked here!” she continues, earning an eye roll from ellie. sure you did, bitch.

ellie keeps it short and sweet. oh how badly she wanted to ask if this was her new girlfriend. but she didn’t.

“what can i get for you?” she asks, she didn’t even bother plastering a fake smile on her face.

cat and her whatever she is tell ellie there orders and she’s out of there. she doesn’t even give out her scripted response of.

“great choices! that’ll be right out for you!”

she just leaves.

when ellie returns with the two plates the pair look to be in deep conversation.

perfect ellie thought. she could just put down the food and get the fuck out of there-

“so how’s joel?!” cat asks, her lips pursed and her hands intertwined underneath her chin. ellie takes a deep breath. she should’ve docked cat in the face. she didn’t.

the fucking nerve that this bitch has.

ellie doesn’t reply. she turns around and speed walks back to the kitchen where she breaks down for the first time that day. dina ended up finding her and bringing her home early.

to top off her picture perfect fucking day. ellie gets home and finds a new email from her prof. she quickly skims through. as soon as she read the words “cost” and a four digit number, she was done.

her wobbly legs about to give out underneath her as she lays down on her bed. she takes a few deep breaths but it doesn’t help.

she didn’t even hear you come in. but soon enough you were rubbing her back and telling her that it was going to be okay.

she couldn’t help but cry more because the last person to comfort her like that was him.

eventually you calmed her down. you left for a few minutes and came back with a glass of water and a few pain killers.

“take these, your head must be killing you.” you sit down next to her and rub her back as she throws the pills back.

god. ellie felt like such a child.

“good girl.” you whisper as she takes a few more deep breaths. eventually calming completely. the comment didn’t pass hee though. her cheeks (among other things.) were suddenly hot and sticky from tears.

she turned to make eye contact with you, her eyes blood shot. you wondered how long she had been crying for.

the first words that left ellie’s mouth were simple. “did you still want that ice cream, lil man?” your son jumped up and down before grabbing her hand and pulling her off into the kitchen.

ellie had sat him down with a kind portion of chocolate ice cream before she walked up to you.

“hes more than welcome to sleep here tonight. if you don’t feel like picking him up.” she clarifies. her hands on her hips.

“oh ellie, i called out of work. we’re both staying.” ellie’s jaw drops. she instantly starts shaking her head in denial.

“no no you didn’t need to do that trust me, i’m really fine-” you pull her in for a hug to shut her up. you hold her tightly as she sighs into your shoulder.

“i’m sorry.” she whispers. you could only imagine how embarrassed she must’ve been.

“don’t be. you’re human.” you reassure her. you wanted to cry now too. you knew she was going through a bit of money trouble but how broken was this girl?

that night after your son went to bed you listened to ellie rant about her life for hours.

for the most part she held back tears but when she brought up joel you could tell it was hard.

you didn’t pry, or ask questions. you just listened. you listened to the good and the bad.

you two laughed when she told you about when she kissed her best friend riley, and then cried when she told you that riley had moved to canada and that they haven’t talked since.

you had told ellie about how you discovered you were a lesbian during your marriage.

you were bruh shocked to find your now ex-husband very cool with it.

she found out that you guys shared custody and he owned a house in a different part of the city. ellie was a bit envious of your seemingly normal life. you didn’t have to worry about money. atleast, not as much as she did.

you were nodding along as ellie told you about joel. joel had fostered ellie since she was twelve, he adopted her officially when she was sixteen.

she told you how he taught her the guitar, and let her get a tattoo before she turned eighteen.

ellie and joel’s relationship was rocky before he passed. ellie was going through that age where she needed a mother when she started acting out.

“i was always angry.” she confessed. “i would say the cruelest things to him and he would just,” she paused, looking for the right word. “he just took it.”

you frowned at this.

if you had known about any of this you would have never thrown your kid at her for half the week.

among the bad, you also learned a few interesting things about ellie.

she really liked to cook, and she was fucking good at it. you discovered that when she pulled out leftover pasta and served it to you like you were a member of the royal family.

eventually it was your turn to talk her ear off. however, there wasn’t much to tell, you thought.

“uhm- my favorite movie is tangled.” you laughed. ellie blew a raspberry.

“oh c’mon mama, you didn’t have like - a crazy childhood?” she asked. mama, huh?

you shrugged and spoke “not much to tell.” ellie rolls her eyes.

“alrighty then.” she ponders for a moment before speaking “you wanna watch a movie?” she asked, smiling like a fox. you felt your core tighten.

you accepted her offer and she reached out and helped you off her bar stool.

“what a gentle woman.”

“so i’ve been told.”

you and ellie didn’t settle on a movie. she sat you down and told you that you were watching tangled.

you put your hands up in defense. “if you insist.”

“i do insist.” she lays a soft pink blanket over the two of you as the movie begins.

“didn't picture you as much of a pink girl.” you state, covering your arms up with the blanket.

“m’ not, it’s just for you.” she says, her eyes only leaving the television to meet your own.

“just for me?” you ask, putting a hand over your chest in flattery.

“mhm” she replies with a wink and turns her focus back to the tv. it was your turn to feel flustered at her actions. she was quite the flirt apparently.

rapunzel was currently interrogating eugene when you turned to ellie.

“this is also his favorite movie.” ellie smiled at the fact. “is it really?” she laughed. not a condescending laugh, but more of a ‘that’s the cutest thing i’ve ever heard’ laugh.

“it is! he loves it so much, it’s adorable.” you tell her.

“you’re adorable” ellie accidentally admits. her face flushing when she’s noticed what she said.

she’s about to profusely apologize and possibly crawl in a hole and die when you giggle.

“i could say the same about you.” you whisper, shifting your body a little closer to her own. you were already close, but now your thighs were touching.

you tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, her eyes still on the screen. you burn holes in the side of her face. she doesn’t budge.

“ellie?” you whisper, you see her swallow before turning to look at you.

“y-yeah?” her pupils had dilated just a bit and you swore her freckles were more prominent. maybe you were a bit too close-

“you’re very pretty.” you tell her, your eyes darting from her eyes to her lips. then back to her eyes again.

ellie didn’t respond, instead she smirked and licked her lips. “yeah, you think so?” she asks, mostly rhetorically but you answer anyway. “i know so.”

ellie’s lips are dangerously close to your own when she slips her hand under your chin.

“i think you’re the prettiest.” she whispers. you almost didn’t hear her.

you're closing the gap between you two when you hear your sons sleepy voice come out of nowhere. you and ellie both quickly pull away from each other and she clears her throat.

“‘punzel!” he cheers, one of his pant legs riding up his leg, his hair all frizzled. you both light-heartedly laugh at the boys appearance.

“c’mere, baby.” you bring your arms out from underneath the blanket. open for him to crawl into. he obliged and crakes into your lap. you couldn’t even be mad at him for being up so late at this point.

ellie reached up and strokes his hair gently.

fucking cockblock

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greenorangevioletgrass · 9 months ago

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Hi :) can you write sth for cyclone. he is so underrated. total as*hole to all world but big softie for his girl

Oh, absolutely!! We don’t talk about him enough and between you and me, i would 1000% go Hamm on his Jon 😝

but listen. The thing about Cyclone is that he’s always been a grumpy fuck. He sports a permanent scowl at work, and good luck on inviting him to an after-work thing.

Which is why seeing him drink at the bar alone is a rare sight.

And seeing him talking to and beaming at the young bartender… well.

In his defense, you’re very pretty. Much too young than what he’s used to, but then again he’s used to a shitty marriage with an ex in his age bracket. And you’re so pretty, moving behind the counter as you effortlessly banter with him.

“So… Beau? With a regular spelling or the French one?” You ask as you make somebody else’s ordered.

“‘B-E-A-U’, the right one.”

It makes you chuckle. “You from the South?”

“Yeah, actually. Texas.”

“Ah, so you’re one of those French Southerners. The one with the big ranches and, uh… questionable ancestry.”

He smiles into his Scotch. Gosh, he loves how ballsy you are with your jokes. He can’t help but lean into it. “Well, I wouldn’t say we all married our cousins… but there was a time where—when it’s time to to get hitched, we didn’t have a whole lot of options.”

“Oh no! Is that why it didn’t work out with your ex-wife?”

Beau just about loses it. He tips his head back laughing. Nobody had ever dared to talk to him that way… and he actually liked it.

“No, seriously. You didn’t marry your cousin, right…?”

“No! Sweet Jesus…” he shakes his head, his full laughter slowly dissipating into a chuckle.

“Dude, are you seeing this shit?” Coyote blindly nudges Payback and Fanboy at their booth across the bath.

Fanboy looks up to where his friend is nodding. “Huh. Ten bucks he’ll leave with her at the end of the night.”

Payback snorts. “Are you kidding? She’s got him giggling like a school girl. Ten bucks if he marries her.”

Rightly so, Fanboy and Coyote shoves a ten-dollar bill just a year later.

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comically-callous · 9 months ago

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YOU FREAKS ASKED. AND GOD DAMMIT, I DELIVERED. HERE'S A PART 3.

Curbside Conversations

Hobie Brown x reader!!!! Read part 1 here and part 2 here <3

Warnings: swearing and a little suggestive for one sentence if you squint

A/n: I'm glad y'all are liking this little series 🤭 I could write a part 4, but it'll probably be a while cause I've got a bunch of shit going on right now. If you wanna be tagged in the next part, tell me. Requests are open.

Tag list: @th3h0nkz yeah, I see you 💋💋💋

Late, late, late, late, late.

That was about the only thing going through your head as you speed walked to work. You felt like a mess and you probably looked like one too. Messy hair, a jacket only zipped halfway up, shoes untied, and you were pretty sure your shirt was on inside out.

Finally (and 20 minutes later than you should’ve) you arrived to work.

“You’re late.” Sam, one of your coworkers said, looking up from her phone.

“And you’re chewing gum. We’re both breaking rules that shit doesn’t matter.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Some guy came in looking for you earlier.”

That caught your attention. “Really?”

“Yeah. Tall, big hair, he had a lot of piercings,”

That was a description you recognized. That was Hobie. He was looking for you? You had missed him?! Oh, God.

“Do you owe him money or something?” Sam asked.

“What? No, when have I ever owed anyone money?”

“You owe me three bucks from when I got you a drink from the convenience store.”

“You told me you stole that drink.”

“Yeah, and if I had bought it, it would’ve been three bucks.”

You blinked at her and marveled at the absolute lack of logic in that statement. “I don’t owe him money.”

“So, what did he want?”

You sighed. “I wish I knew…”

…

“... Dude, you’re weird.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

The hours of your shift dragged by like years. It was one of those shifts that genuinely made you consider quitting your job; and on top of that, you couldn’t get fucking Hobie off of your mind. God, you didn’t even know him. That guy Sam was talking about probably wasn’t even him. But, then again… No. You were being delusional. You needed to drop it.

“Hey, I’m going on break.” You announced to your two coworkers as you shrugged on your jacket, put in your earbuds, and left the small building. Once outside, you sat on the curb beside the building and let some sappy, sad music play in your earbuds.

Jesus, what kind of sentimental bullshit were you on? This was pathetic.

You wallowed in your own self pity, feeling miserable for a few more minutes until a voice broke you out of your pity party

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Your eyes had been closed, but once hearing the voice, they snapped open.

You stared, wide eyed at him.

“You?” You said in disbelief, looking up at Hobie.

“Yup.” He lowered himself to the spot next to you on the concrete. “Me.” He smiled at you and you felt your heart skip a beat. “I uh… I was looking for you earlier.”

“You probably would've found me if I hadn't been late for work.”

He laughed lightheartedly. “You find yourself in shitty situations often, don't you?”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “I got robbed last week.”

At first, he simply nodded which seemed like a bit of an under reaction, but then he widened his eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah. Shit was crazy.”

“Well… I'm glad you're alright.”

You bit your tongue, considering your next words. “Why were you looking for me earlier?”

He shrugged his shoulders and looked away. “Dunno. I uh…. I sort of was hoping to talk to you again, I guess.”

You hummed. “About what?”

“Anything.” He answered.

“Anything?” You repeated the word.

“Well,” He reconsidered. “I was kind of hoping to bring something up.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, uh…” He hesitated. Was he nervous? “I mean, you seem cool or whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and then repeated the word quietly, under his breath. “Yeah.”

A brief pause passed between the two of you. “I think you're cool too.” You said eventually. “I mean, you definitely get that a lot. But, still.”

“Nah, I appreciate it coming from you.” He said. “You're… I think you're…” He hummed as if trying to put together his words. “I like you.” He settled on.

You'd sort of seen that coming, but you were still surprised. “Do you?” You asked.

“Yeah. Which is sort of weird cause I hardly know you. But, uh… I'd like to get to know you better.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I'd like that too.” You smiled at him and he returned the gesture, chuckling.

“Well, I'll start by asking for your number?” He said it as if it was a suggestion. But, he didn't need to. You wouldn't ever think of declining the offer. So, you stuck your hand out, motioning for him to give you his phone. He pulled out his phone, opened his contacts and handed it to you for you to put in your info. You quickly tapped in your number and handed the device back to him.

“There.” You said. “Promise me you'll text me later.”

“Yeah, promise.”

A silence came over the two of you. You looked down at your sneakers and tapped your heels together in an effort to hide the flustered look that had made its way on to your face.

And then, you felt his hand brush against yours. You looked over to him and he was staring straight ahead which made you want to laugh because God, this felt like two middle schoolers on a first date. Awkward, cringey, and sweet.

You decided to bite the bullet and take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

His eyes darted down to your hands, laced together, and then to your face. You smiled at him and he smiled back, opening his mouth to say something when-

“Y/n, it's been 15 minutes!” Sam yelled, poking her head around the corner of the building to look at you.

Once she disappeared back into the building you groaned. “I should just quit this god awful job.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Nah, you shouldn't.” Hobie disagreed. “How else are you gonna get me shitty free pizza?”

You paused before bursting into laughter. “That is so stupid.” You said as you got up.

“But it's true.” He said, finally letting go of your hand. “Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

“Well, when do you get off?”

“I've got the closing shift, so I'll be off at like, 9:00.”

“Well, if you're up for it, I think a late night date could be fun.” He said. “I'll walk you home from work, make sure you don't get robbed this time. And then we'll… See where the night takes us, I guess.”

You paused. How'd he know you got robbed after a closing shift? You hadn't told him that, had you? Well, it's sort of an easy assumption to make. Whatever. It's probably nothing.

“I'd like that.” You finally answered.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled.

“I’M COMING!” You yelled back. “Jesus… Anyways, uh… I'll see you tomorrow night?”

“Definitely.”

You smiled at him. “Cool. I'll be looking forward to it.”

With one last nod, you turned your back and walked back into work. For once, you were excited to have a closing shift.

#fanfiction #x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman x reader #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader

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buckgettingstruck · 6 months ago

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my tommy hot take (not a hot take at all actually) is i would’ve hated tommy (even if he was a completely new character without a shitty past) IMMEDIATELY just from their first date scene.

starting with a joke that could out somebody, and if eddie was paying more attention that WOULDVE outed buck because eddie knows him like the back of his hand.

then deciding to ditch the date without saying anything and just ordering an uber while they’re at the table

THEN getting IN the uber and not saying you’re ditching the date until you’re at the car

and to top it off, telling buck that he’s not ready. yeah no shit it’s his first date ever with a man and you’re the only person in the world he’s come out to. what the fuck dude.

its the fact that he fucking said a joke like that when he HIMSELF was closeted for so long. but apparently buck has to come out immediately when hes probably confused as hell. CUNT behavior idc

also eddie would not have told him to call that man and judging by the reaction to his presence at the bachelor party im sure he was informed later and rather unhappy about it 😭

also i HATEEEE when other people make a judge of whether or not i can do something instead of letting me decide for myself like when eddie said “what do you think?” and the whole maddie coming out scene i wanted to cry because thats the energy buck SHOULD be met with!!! fuck that guy!!!!!!!!!

#ARGHFHFHDHSHAIJD #bennett 🫶#asks

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peppermintquartz · 5 months ago

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Hey if Tim Minear and other 911 writers are on here: everything I write you may use freely without attribution.

A scene Bobby wanting to bring food to the 118 but doesn't want Gerrard to get an excuse to say Bobby's being obstructive/deceitful blah blah to the brass gets Tommy to deliver delicious meals for the teams. Tommy braces himself for Gerrard who says something like "so now you're the girlfriend cooking for your man", and this angers the entire team esp Buck, except Tommy just laughs in the old fool's face. "If you'd learn to cook, maybe you wouldn't be eating takeout solo every night. How much did she get in the divorce, captain? And how are the kids? They talking to you yet?" Because Tommy doesn't go into enemy territory unprepared a second time.

Tommy helping May with her car as she complains about Harry getting so easily out of trouble ("mom would have flayed me!" "May, from what you tell me, he might have been shot." "Yeah I get that. But sometimes it feels like I gotta be perfect for her to love me, while all he has to do is stay alive.")

Tommy talking to Karen about not knowing what it's like to have siblings as they watch Denny and Mara and Buck and Maddie interact at a Madney dinner party. And that having no one to rely on means he had to armor every part of himself. Karen says it's the same for her and it carried over into adulthood. Tommy admitting that he did that too, and was shitty to Hen early on and he's so thankful she's forgiven him. Karen hugs him and pokes his side, makes him twitch and laugh. "We're not armored now.*

Tommy and Eddie fight scene. For Eddie to pummel all the guilt out of himself. Eddie asking Tommy why he's bothering. Tommy saying Eddie is his friend. Eddie be like "you were just getting close to me to get to Buck, don't lie" and Tommy actually bristles at that, tells Eddie that he is worth befriending for himself. And that even if Evan wasn't in the picture, Tommy would still do this for him.

Ravi discovering that Tommy is actually loaded and spends an episode trying to convince Tommy to purchase Buck's loft and rent it out, and Tommy's like "if I do get it, then I'm not renting it to Evan", and Ravi's like dude that would be prime investment real estate, why wouldn't you make use of it but instead wanna be some kinda sugar daddy.

Chimney and Tommy go to a film festival and they are shooting the breeze when they hear a fire alarm go off and they manage the panicked crowd just as Sal's team arrive and it's like old times (in a good way), Tommy and Chimney staying out of the way as Sal works, and they also help some people out so the other firefighters and paramedics can focus on the more urgent needs.

#tommy kinard #911 abc

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final-girl96 · 2 months ago

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Ageless Secrets Chapter Fourteen

A/N: This is a longer chapter. It took me longer to write it than I thought it would. I was ready for this scene but at the same time wasn't. Hope you enjoy it, and I'm sorry if you cry a little.

As we got closer to Bill and Franks, an airplane came into view. It was one of the many that fell from the sky and crashed on the night of the outbreak. I remember Tess putting the car in reverse, backing up, and turning around, putting the pedal to the floor to try and get out of the way as a plane came spiraling out of the sky. We could feel the heat after the plane hit nose first into the ground and caught fire, killing everyone inside.

“Holy shit. You fly in one of those?” Ellie asked. “A few times, sure,” Joel told her. “So lucky,” she whispered. “Didn’t feel like it at the time. Get shoved into a middle seat, pay 12 bucks for a sandwich.” I hummed in agreement. “I remember going to Disney World when I was about eight or nine with my grandparents. We had to fly, and it was pretty cool seeing the world below. Everything was so small.

“Dude, you got to go up in the sky!” Ellie said excitedly. “Yeah, well, so did they,” Joel mumbled and kept walking. Ellie looked over at me with raised eyebrows. “Grim.”

We walked past the plane crash, and Ellie was still asking questions. I couldn't blame her. She wasn't even born when the world went to shit. She's just curious about what the world was like before and what happened that night of the outbreak.

“So, everything came crashing down in one day?”

“Pretty much.”

“How? I mean… no one was infected with Cordyceps. Everybody’s fine, eating in restaurants and flying in planes. And then, all at once? How did it even start? If you have to get bitten to be infected, then who bit the first person? Was it a monkey? I bet it was a monkey.”

I laughed a little, “It wasn’t a monkey. I thought you went to school," I said. “FEDRA school. They don’t teach us how their shitty government failed to prevent a pandemic.” Fair enough.

Joel spoke up then on the subject. “No one knows for sure, but, best guess… Cordyceps mutated. And some of it got into the food supply. It was probably a basic ingredient like flour or sugar. There were certain brands of food that were sold everywhere, all across the country, across the world. Bread, cereal… pancake mix.” He paused and had that distant look in his eye like he was replaying a memory from that day or before. He took a deep breath and exhaled, continuing what he was saying.

“You eat enough of it. It’ll get you infected. So the tainted food all hits the store shelves around the same time, Thursday. People bought it, ate some Thursday night or Friday morning. Day goes on… they started to get sick. Afternoon, evening, they got worse. Then they started bitin’. Friday night, September 26, 2003. And by Monday, everything was gone.”

Silence fell between the three of us. That night replayed in my head like it was a movie. Everything still felt like it happened yesterday. We were sitting at the table eating dinner, and then Tess and I were running for our lives. Andy was dead on the floor, and Chase was locked in the basement, which no doubt he's still there today.

“It makes more sense than monkeys,” Ellie said, breaking the silence.

“Thanks,” Joel said with a shake of his head. I scoffed out a laugh. “Sure,” she said. We walked a little ways until we stopped. Joel looked over at me, and I nodded. “What?” Ellie asked, looking between us.

“We’ll cut across the woods here,” Joel told her. She looked confused. “Isn’t the road easier?” She asked. “Yeah, it’s just… There’s stuff up there you shouldn't see," I told her. “Well, now I have to see.”

“I don’t want you to. Seriously. Ellie!” Joel said sternly. “Can it hurt me?” She asked, and he answered with no. “You’re too honest, man. Should’ve said axe murderer. Uh… whatever it was… I think it’s gone.” Ellie ran ahead of Joel and I. “Guess we're going that way,” I said, walking after her.

When we caught up to her, she was looking into a pit full of bones. “About a week after Outbreak Day, soldiers… went through the countryside, evacuated the small towns. Told you you were goin’ to a QZ, and you were… if there was room. If there wasn’t…” Joel trailed off.

“These people weren’t sick?” She asked. I shook my head, “No, probably not,” I said. She shook her head, trying to understand. “Why kill them? Why not just leave ’em be?” She asked. “Dead people can’t be infected,” Joel said and walked away. I sighed and wrapped my arms around Ellie's shoulders. “Come on, we're almost there.”

After walking a few more miles, we finally made it to Bill and Franks. As soon as the fare came into view, I had an overwhelming feeling of dread. I stopped walking and looked out in front of me. The grass was long, brown, and dry. The floors were dried up. There was absolutely no life behind those fences.

“Something isn't right.”

I rushed forward, punching the gate code in and pushing the gate open. Joel and Ellie were still at the gate when I rushed into the house. “Frank! Bill!” I called out. I came to a dead stop in the dining room. Everything was covered in a layer of dust. The table still had dishes and food from the last time it was used.

I shook my head and ran up the stairs. “Frank!” I checked each room upstairs first before heading down the stairs to their bedroom. When I tried the door knob, it was locked. “No no no no. Frank! Bill!” I pounded on the door with my fists calling their names. A hand placed itself on my shoulder, and I shrugged it off, then walked towards the front door. Tears stung my eyes. I've lost everyone I've cared about. Tess is gone, now Bill and Frank are gone too.

“Yn.”

I stopped and looked into the dining room, Ellie sat at the table holding an envelope. “This was left for you.” She held it out in front of her, and I slowly walked over and took it out of her hand. On the table lay another envelope with Joel's name and a key to the truck. Joel came into the room, and Ellie read what was on the envelope.

“To whomever… but probably Joel.” She looked up at us and said. I figured I fell under “whomever.” Came with this.” She slid the key across the dusty table.

“So they’re dead?” Joel asked quietly. I could feel his gaze on me. Ellie was looking at me too when she hummed a yes. “Mm-hmm.” Silence filled the air a few long minutes.

“You, you wanna?” Ellie asked, holding the letter out.

“Go ahead. You do it.”

I didn't really know if I wanted to hear it or not. I had so many mixed emotions. I clutched the letter that was left for me from Frank and listened as Ellie began to read Bill's letter.

August 29, 2023.

If you find this… please do not come into the bedroom. We left a window open so the house wouldn’t smell, but it will probably be a sight.” I had to choke back a sob that was bubbling up as my eyes started to burn with tears.

I’m guessing you found this, Joel, because anyone else would’ve been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps.

Hehehehehehehehe.

I rolled my eyes at how Bill always found himself funny when it came to blowing people up who tried to break into the complex.

Take anything you need.The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse. Anyway… I never liked you, but still, it’s like we’re friends… almost. And I respect you.

So, I’m gonna tell you something because you’re probably the only person who will understand.

I used to hate the world, and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him.

That’s why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do. And God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way.

I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep…”

Ellie trailed off not wanting to finish the letter. Joel walked over to her and grabbed it to read it himself. By the look on his face I would say it had to do with Tess.

“Stay here,” he told Ellie and walked out the door. She looked at me and asked, “So you wanna know what it said?” I didn't answer, but I didn't move.

“Use them to keep Tess and yn safe. And p.s. get your head out of your ass and tell her how you feel. Everyone can see it. Don't be a dumbass and lose something that could be great.”

I didn't say anything, just walked out the door, across the street, and into my house, slamming the door shut.

I didn't get very far, just to the living room. Everything in here was dusty too. I would need to clean it up later at some point. I sat on the couch and held the letter from Frank in front of me.

My hands shook as I turned it over to pull the letter out. I had to take a deep breath before unfolding it and reading it. And as I did tears streamed down my face and blurred my vision.

Yn,

You've probably figured out already before you even opened the gates that something wasn't right.

You've always had that intuition of knowing when things were off or if somebody was bad or good.

You always follow your gut feelings, and I admire you for that.

I'm sorry I didn't try and contact you first about how bad things had gotten shortly after you left. But I didn't tell you because I didn't want you worrying and fussing over me.

You're young, and even though the world isn't like it once was, it doesn't mean you can't have a life. You deserve to be happy.

If you want to stay here, then you're more than welcome. You know where everything is and how to work all of it.

But I would really like you to make up with Tess. She's all you left of your past life. She's your sister and she loves you.

I always want you to admit your feelings for Joel. He might not show it, and he might push you away, but he cares about you. He's just scared to get too close to people. He and Bill are a lot alike.

I can see the way he would look at you when you weren't paying attention. He gets angry when you put yourself in danger. I know he can be a hard ass but he does care a lot about you. He denies it. He acts like he doesn't have feelings for you even though he does.

He closes himself off so he doesn't get too close. He probably thinks he's too old for you and that you could do a lot better.

When he pushes away, you need to push forward. It's not Tess he wants. It's you. You're the one who had his heart. You're his weakness. He would kill anything and anybody who tried to hurt you. He'd probably burn this world down if you asked him to.

So stop being a hardass. Get out of your head. Take a leap of faith for me and for you. Tell him how you really feel about him and don't let him run away.

I love you, and I'll always be watching over you. You're never truly alone in this world. I will always be with you. Go live your life as best as you can. Don't regret anything, and don't overthink everything either.

Frank

xoxo

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havikshoochiemama · 4 months ago

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My Star Wars Acolyte rant >:(

This shit is not proofread LMAO it’s 5 am i’m mad leave me alone just me being the hater that i am 🤭

I originally wasn’t gonna talk about the Acolyte because clearly the show was just another emotionally immature shitty Disney cash grab with horribly written characters BUT DUDE i keep seeing ads and stuff on my tumblr NONSTOP and i’m actually sick of it .. most of you guys saw one Tumblr Sexyman and just went ham with that…We as a fandom need to stand up because Disney doesn’t care about star wars imma keep it a buck they just want to make their next mcu and they just greenlighting anything at this point

“oh but i like Andor” yeah that’s like what ever 10 shows they make they make one good one that’s not good 😭… anyways like i was saying they are literally pulling shit out their ass they are getting shit from the star wars legends that’s it’s own universe and putting it in…like excuse me ??? those books don’t follow the events of the movie so why would your show that allegedly takes place before the movies (I said allegedly because writers can’t even get characters ages right ) also i’m talking about that bs w the helmet that stops lightsabers… apparently it’s called cortosis from legends never once mentioned in any of the movies (i’m not watching them live action shows idgaf i like SOME of the animated ones) but they use it as a Mcguffin when they want bc they never built on this they just stole it from legends LMAOAA you just can’t do that i’m literally about to pop a blood vessel 😭 i’m not watching that show again but let me critique the shit i do remember… also the “Gayest Star Wars we ever made” KEEP MY PEOPLE OUT YOUR SHITTY WORK !!! but after that man who’s to edgy for a name killed all her friends she “loved” she’s sees his face and is like wow 😍 literally thinkin with her pussy very hetro of you 💀 gah this show just pisses me off star war at its heart is a fuckin space opera and i dont think disney understands that. i literally fell in love with star wars back when i played battlefront and watched all the movies read as many comics and books as i could get my hands on and seeing something you love become something you hate is fuckin sick and crazy it’s started with me from the force awakens that movie is horrible you bitches say pretty graphics and said oh good movie 😍 NO NO it literally was just a new Hope setting everything that luke did back making him basically useless LMAO and they butchered the old characters to help the new ones which are really not that great 💀 i’m still mad that them used Finn as a token black person 😐 i could rewrite the force awakens better same characters and all and yk actually do something better (joking i would if Disney paid me to)LMAO also i hate kylo ren don’t get me wrong i love my cry baby tantrum throwing villains but he’s nawt it LMAO i’m sorry this is a rant about the shitty show YALL NOT READY FOR ME TO SPEAK ON THE FORCE AWAKENS 😭

yeah i hate that show i literally don’t wanna talk about it anymore heart emoji 😝 remember when people said the Phantom Menace was bad yeah… at least it have character development atleast it had good world building atleast the universe was establish and yk i liked it but the prequel’s have always been my favorite clone wars literally came out on my birth year >:3 it was made for me 🤭 but i’m just a whore for world building and lore yeah… umm idk to me start wats ended with the return of the Jedi 🗣️

dont @ me idc this is my opinion and if you want to continue meat riding corporate greed that literally is ruining my fave franchise pop off if you liked the show i don’t care good for you (your def new gen star wars fan)

also Darth Plagueis ?? LMAO WHAT they just doing anything i see and why where all the jedis fuckin morons … okay ? and your main character sucked you don’t get the satisfaction of character arcs like “her joining the dark side” if there was no character building to begin with like ? it not to late Disney just burn it get it over with. Also it’s all so Fuckin boring LMAO also i can talk shit about character development and arcs all i want bc i’m writing my own novel and i’ve did a lot of research even tho this whole rant is a mess it’s 5 in the morning give ur girl a break i just really like my silly space movie okay 🥹 i literally spent a band on the Star Wars encyclopedia leave me alone

Um if you wanna argue my comments are open <3 i love arguing i’m somewhat of a scorpio myself

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dukeofankh · 1 year ago

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There's this concept that like... dudes aren't attracted to masc women? And hey. Plenty aren't. Plenty of dudes will ask the proverbial waiter that is Society "I dunno, what would you recommend?" And the waiter will say, "femme but in like a "fuckable" way, not a "celebrating her own identity in a way that feels good to her" kinda way." And the dudes will say, "my buddies will think I'm cool for ordering that?" and the waiter will say "yeah man" and they'll say "great, I'll have one of those then."

But like, I'm a dude. Women with hairy armpits are like, wildly hot to me. Muscular women in flannel and a baseball cap? Fuck yeah. Hell, walking out of the bedroom in a sports bra and boxers and a strap? Yes please. Want head while you watch the game?

And like, I'm queer, so that's hardly news to some folks, but its not JUST queer dudes. There are plenty of small town cishet dudes who date women who dress pretty much exactly the same as them and they both listen to metal and drink IPAs and pretty much just bond over a disdain for femininity. The idea that women presenting in masc ways is part and parcel with queerness both in presentation and reception just isn't particularly true.

I think there was a moment on here a while back where it was collectively decided that the longstanding cultural concept of the "tomboy" was just a way of erasing queer women from existence, but like, regardless of whether that was what was happening even the plurality of the time, it's worth recognizing that regardless of what you call it, tomboys were... absolutely desired by a not insignificant portion of men? Like, it was one of the major "types" that men could be into.

So I dunno. It's weird to see women presenting in a masc way being much more consistently subsumed into the concept of being like...a rejection of masculine desire? If someone isn't interested in dudes, I'm not gonna try and act like thats a personal fuck you to me (except for the circumstances where it is explicitly framed as a "fuck you" to dudes) but it is weird to see people act like presenting in a more masc way is in some way inherently like, "bucking the male gaze" or something (a framing that makes it clear that they don't know what the Male Gaze means, but that's another post).

Like...plenty of men are...still into hot women with masc vibes? And the idea that they don't seems mostly built around this stereotype of the shitty cishet dude that isn't really all that consistently accurate, along with the idea that a certain aesthetic of women could or should "belong to" or be "for" queer women, which is...also just not that accurate.

But it's mostly ingroup signalling at this point so hey, whatever.

#me writing stuff

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donut-cloud · 2 years ago

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Lifesteal incorrect quotes

Spoke: I took a calculated risk but boy I am I bad at math

Vitalasy: Wow, all of lifesteal lost power.

Subz: You know, I’ve always kinda liked blackouts. Listen to how quiet it is. It’s so peaceful.

[ Lifesteal being Lifesteal. ]

Subz: Nope, it immediately turned into a purge. Way to go, Lifesteal.

*Everyone blowing up and killing everything in sight*

Life-stealers : LETS GOOOOOOOOO

Clownpierce: If there is such a thing as true love, I’m sure I’ll never find it.

Branzy: Oh don’t worry! I’m sure that you’ll find it someday. Maybe you and I can find it together.

Clownpierce , under his breath: I think I just found it.

In circus...Branzy wanted to surprise Clown for his anniversary...

Clownpierce : What is one thing I told you not to do?

Branzy: Don't burn the circus down...

Clownpierce : And what did you do?

Branzy: Made you dinner~

Clownpierce*Raises an eyebrow at him*

Branzy:...

Branzy:... and burnt the house down

Poafa: Can I share a hotel room with someone else? Zam has a really weird alarm.

Vortex: What do you mean?

Poafa: It’s a recording of him going, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party” over and over, but he just gets more terrifying each time.

Zam: Tell me a single time you didn’t sing along.

Poafa: …

Vortex: He has a point.

Poafa: Goddamnit.

Subz: Do you think he's the one for me?

Woogie: Vitalasy? Oh, yeah. He's tons of fun and you're no fun at all. He completes you.

Ro: Mappic… Did it hurt?

Mappic: What? When I fell from heaven?

Ro: No. when you died.

Mappic:

Mappic: What the fuck do you think? It was a damn crowbar and a bomb. You tell me.

Things said out of context

Leo: You know, everytime we have to say "technically it's not murder" it doesn't sound as great as we hope it so.

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Branzy, very tired: I suppose I shouldn't ask about the Bomb flying of your window this morning?

Zam: I'd really hope you not.

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Spoke: I'm JUST SAYING, that IF "hypothetically" WE both showed up in battle wearing parrot onesies, hood down and then lifted up the hood just to show matching mowhawks we could both have the joy to see everyone pissing on their pants.

Parrot putting his book down: I'm listening.

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Rekrap: Just- Just be nice about it, for once in your life okay?

Pangi: Hn. (lying)

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Branzy: I'd like to remind all of you that I have a terrifying death clown.

Vitalasy: The fuck you mean by that????

Branzy: No reason. Just saying. In case we all forgot.

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Ashswag: We are all aware that Spepticale isn't fond of violence *loads glock*.

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Spepticale, 10 years old talking about Ashswag to Clutch : Yeah, he just comes here, eat all our food, argues with Reddoons for 45 minutes and goes away.

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Pangi, 15 years old, also talking about Ashswag to his school friend: He just comes here-

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Branzy, very, very tired: So... a bomb.

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Terrain: Do it.

Cube: Dude what the fuck.

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Zam, 7 nights awake in a roll: Do you think if I just scream loud enough Clown will come here and put me out of my misery.

Mid, 12 nights awake in a roll: He won't.

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Mid at 3 am: I'll pay you fifty bucks if you pretend you never saw me here

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Zam, 17 years old: The fuck are you doing here.

Clown, with a shitty ass grin showing the engagement ring on his finger: I live here.

Zam:..

Branzy: Listen-

Zam: Some of you still don't eat the crust on your sandwich like absolute fucking cowards. It's just bread. Are you a toddler? Does your mommy tuck you in? Eat the crust, you stupid baby.

Also Zam

Zam: BRANZY THERE'S CRUST ON MY SANDWICH

Spoke: Clown, can I have a silenced pistol?

Clown: Shouldn't you ask Branzy?

Spoke: He said no.

Clown: Then why're you asking me?

Spoke: Because he's not the boss of you.

Clown: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

Bacon: how do you ask someone out?

Vitalasy: Well, first-

Subz: Don't ask him, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Bacon: …And you said yes?

Clown, to Branzy: We had a date!

Branzy: *aggressively points to Spiderman Coloring Book*

Ro: Hey guys what’s up?

Mappic: Silence! this is a debate I intend to win.

Ro: huh?

Clown *eating popcorn* : You’re gonna wanna see this

Jaron: BY FAR IT IS ONLY LOGICAL TO ASSUME-

Mid: LOGIC HAS NO PART YOU’RE JUST BIASED

Clown: They’re fighting over who was the one which caused the most chaos

Ro:

Ro *reaches for popcorn*

Clown *slaps his hand* : Nuh-uh Ro only the one with the title of MOST CHAOTIC lifestealer gets to eat popcorn

Spepticale: YOU ARE A LITERAL ASSASSIN WHOS TRIED TO MURDER SEVERAL PEOPLE

Clown: REMIND ME OF YOUR BODYCOUNT?!

Ro: what now-

Clown: THAT WAS BARELY ANY

Spoke: I was literally broke ALL the rules in lifesteal AND SUMMONED THOUSANDS OF MOBS

Clown: You’re all just competing for second place

Ro: .. wait what about me?

Everyone *stops and stares*

Mappic: Ro, this is serious

Parrot: Yeah dude I remember your reputation and you haven’t changed

Branzy: .. are you all done?

Zam: BRANZY! Just who we want to see! So.. tell us, who was the most chaotic lifestealer ever

Branzy*without hesitation* : Ro

Rek: Yeah it was Ro

Everyone:………

Ro*steals popcorn* : Y’all better start putting respect on my damn name

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Behind the scenes

Ro: 2 hearts for you to say me

Branzy: deal

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I attempted to write angst but kind of gave up in the end

Momento mori = remember you must die (learned this in my arts class)

He stood near the cliff as the sun was setting. The wind blew his black hair left and right. The sun in front of her created a golden lining almost too faint to see. He watched him not wanting to disrupt the incredibly angelic scene in front of him.

In hopes of replicating his feelings, Branzy took a deep breath and walked towards Clown. As he turned around, he expected to see his bright red eyes almost gaze into your soul, you stared at them for long enough. Clown's head had turned around by the time his head was out of the clouds.

Branzy gaped in shock as he backed away, Clown’s eyes had been gouged out, and his lips, as well as his skin, had been ripped off of his face, blood was dripping down from everywhere, and the blood gushing from his eye sockets made it look like he was crying out blood, The bacteria in the air had started to rot away at his muscles. The blood continuously dropped on the green grass, turning a deep shade of maroon.

Branzy stared at him in shock and horror. He tried to run but couldn't. No matter how hard he tried something in him wouldn’t let him.

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Branzy jolted awake as sweat dripped down his forehead. His breath became shaky as he tried to calm himself down from his nightmare.

It had been years since Clown had passed away but even to this day, he couldn’t escape the guilt. Clown died because of him. It was his fault. If he had never taken the job, Clown would be with him.

But life gives no second chances.

#lifestealsmp #lifesteal #lifesteal smp #lifesteal shipping #clownpierce #branzy #roshambogames #princezam

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snarkythewoecrow · 2 years ago

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So a writing update, I opened the doc I started last night, and it's coming along, some real angsty shit, folks. The theme is pretty much self-harming buck, so I'm actually putting a readmore here, so those who don't want to see can avoid this post, though nothing explicit is beyond it, just me rambling about what I'm doing and thinking of doing.

(There is a snippet included at the end, too)

So this will definitely be hurt/comfort, with lots of the comfort, both physical and emotional hurt/comfort, but will primarily be emotional, I think?

idk, dudes, just rolling with it, I mean, sort of feeling some non-sexual bathing-washing, too? Just all the soft care, ya know?

And also, this isn't the type of setup where a catalyst is causing sudden issues for Buck, like some horrible thing happens. It is more of a slip-up in recovery where sometimes shit just happens, even when your life is going great, and you have everything you need. Sometimes, you just get intrusive and shitty thoughts, and they can get the best of you, especially earlier in the recovery stage of things like self-harm, before you get a better handle on your coping skills, but even then, shit happens.

So yeah, in this, Buck has a hiccup in his recovery, and it's that hiccup that acts as its own catalyst, sparking a lot of shitty thoughts to run loose in his head, sending him spiraling a bit, and Eddie isn't home quite yet to catch him, and Buck isn't reaching out, not wanting to be a disappointment.

So overall, very angsty, very soft, and a technical sequel to this story, though 100% standalone.

And since I'm always up for sharing, here's a snippet, though apologies for typos and things, as it hasn't really been looked over:

Time got lost in his too-noisy breaths and the thump of his heart against his ribs, but he couldn’t set the scissors down, no matter how hard he tried, knowing he didn’t want to fuck things up like he always did.

The truth was undeniable, though, that cutting and disappointing everyone, himself and especially Eddie, for no reason, when life was sunshine and rainbows, was just so on brand for him, a true and epic Buck Special—a classic failure that only he could pull off.

So yeah, maybe this was part of what his therapist had been trying to get at lately. The self-sabotage he did at times out of fear when things seemed to be going too right, triggering him to fuck things up on his terms rather than allowing it to crumble in a painful way, one outside of his control.

His gaze flicked to his phone, and he had to swallow the flood of saliva, the sour guilt pooling in his stomach, almost forcing him to turn and heave into the toilet.

But instead of taking his churning stomach, that guilt, for the warning it was, he gripped the scissors tighter, feeling the textured rubber grips press into his palm as he glanced between them and his phone.

Meanwhile, all the things his therapist had told him to do faded as the itch under his skin grew, his mind chanting for him to do it just this once. What could one time hurt?

#tw: self harm #911 fic #buddie fic #snippets #writing updates #my wips #buddie #911 fox #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #so much angst #but there will be comfort #I swear

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traggalicious · 1 year ago

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OKAY. so, first: thank you so much i love you. Second! Lazarus! Here’s a thingy I made for him somewhere else ^^

Character’s full name: Lazarus

Reason or meaning of name: Stole it from Lazarus (of the bible) who was a jesus type and died 4 like 3 days b4 jesus came n got him.

Character’s nickname(s): Laz, The Monster (as like. A title)

Birth date: I honestly didn’t think abt it cos it made my brain hurt

Gender: he/they dude! He’s fine w/ it/its but not 4 gender reasons.

Music for the mood: creature - half-alive, the nowhere king frm centaurworld, me and my husband - mitski

Basic rundown is he was made at a time where belos rlly wanted his curse *gone*, and had been researching ways to get rid of it. He came across that thing (the thing eda and Lilith did) to share the curse, and he’s like. Might as well try it. So he creates lazarus, and laz is a pretty loyal guy, like. Belos raises him w/ traits of selflessness and obedience, and ofc plays up the curse so when he finally tells him to do the curse sharey thing, Laz is all for it. It works well! Fortunately for belos and unfortunately for Laz. Laz is suffering, he nearly dies but the curse doesn’t let him, despite the fact that belos refuses to share palismen, and when he does (which is once) laz refuses for morality reasons. This is how he realizes “oh shit i was only made to die wasn’t i”, confronts belos, belos tries to kill him. But Lazarus is goopy. And we all know that belos being goopy means he’s still alive. And uhhh yeah he nearly dies, makes it out narrowly, and he lives in the woods on the isles, fuckin belos shit up, and experiencing a weird love-hate relationship w/ the bat queen and the locals!

Another thing that contributes to that is when he finds a scout afraid after they didn't do too well in training, and he decides to help, and he ends up having a mentor- like relationship w/ them-and one day they see his face. And at this point he's already got the rot creeping up his face, and. And they look terrified. They ask what happened. And he. He realizes. He scares them. He says it's okay, nothing's wrong- and even when they return to 'normal' he can't help but notice the glances they cast at the right side of his face, at the growing pink glow behind the mask he never takes off anvmore. <- He's so nice to the scouts bc he went thru it too. But younger. With higher expectations. And he doesn't quite get that not everyone has to deal w/ that. So he's just. Yeah. He mother hens them be he doesn't quite understand that many of them are the age he is now rather than the age he was. And they don't know he's their age physically. Like. Based on actual years he's like fuckin. He's like 5 or 6. And so basically that stress and emotional abandonment coupled with his experiences with the Curse and Belos leads to the Confrontation.

Palisman: His palisman is a jackalope named buck <333

On the topic of backstory n shit! I think that he’d have a frenemy relationship w/ Lorelei, in which she sees that he was also a victim but still resents him for her husband’s death, so its a very fragile relationship, mostly transactional in the beginning. Alas, she is a compassionate person, and over time they become…. Friends? Its an odd thing really. Also! Eda and Laz have a tentative friendship based on shitty curses and learning to deal with them. Laz helps protect the Owl House when he can, befriends Hooty (he finds Hooty So Interesting), and Eda takes the fall sometimes when Laz makes an oopsie. Also teaches him magic sometimes. ALSO. on the Eda x Laz thing, he’s around before Eda, but he ages slower and spends a lot of time regenerating after. Events. So yeah. He also ends up being the Fun Uncle of the HexSquad! Sad but funny thing is that Laz is so used to being called mean things that he hears Any Derogatory Term and his ears twitch like heh? Me? Poor guy. He does get a happy ending though! He is forever changed but he gets better.

Really wanna write smth for him at sm point -.- ANYWAY yeah that’s Laz!!! Sorry this is so long ahdgshdhddh. Here! Are some images (couldn’t find others i didnt feel like scrolling forever sorry <333)

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rigelswrittingsquare · 1 year ago

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part 3 of many

jeff x reader SFW

word count: 1173

warnings: FNAF SPOILERS. jeff pov, talk about janes plan, sibling bickering, sibling comfort SLOOOOOWWWW BURN.

self indulgent fic :3

god works fast but I work FASTER. I may edit this one later.

A Spark

Jeff tapped his thumb on the steering wheel, as he drove through the quiet streets. It was a small town, and when you live in a small town, there isn't much stuffed up traffic. Which could be a blessing, if it wasn't for the quiet. Jeff reached over to turn on the radio, in which "Hard to Handle" by The Black Crowes blared through the cars walls, causing Jeff and Max to jump. Jeff immediately went to turn it down, knowing full well that Hank and Carl tampered with it during their joyrides through town when he was away. He should have never lent them his keys.

Max looked out the window, her eyes flickering back and forth as she watched the trees. Eventually, she turned to look at Jeff, before looking back down at her hands.

"So..Three weeks.." She clicked her tongue, looking back up at her brother. She was only met with a scoff.

"Three fuckin weeks.. Three weeks to bust into that joint, and all this for a kid?" He huffed, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel rhythmically.

"..Yeah.. She's a good kid too, and.." She trailed off, crossing her arms to hug herself.

"Yeah, yeah I know, Mikes a sweet guy. You've told me."

"He doesn't deserve it!" Max speaks up, looking over at Jeff. She believed Abby deserved better, even if she and Mike had a rocky siblingship. But she desperately needed the money, Mike wasn't paying her, and it was getting harder to make a living.

"You know we need the money.. I mean, 1000 bucks? Just to smash a place? Max, it's easy money. It's shitty and dirty, but it's easy money." He turned to look at Max, before sighing, and focusing on the road.

"Listen, sis.. I know you don't want to be involved, but I'm trying to help. I don't like seeing you struggling so hard just to make ends meet. And if that means we got to screw with some dude's job in an abandoned run down shit hole, I'm willing to do that for you. But..you have to work with me."

"...You are right.. It's just.." She trailed off, trying to find a different way to make her point come across, but before she could add anything, Jeff interrupted.

"You told me." He replied abruptly, taking a pause to continue. "He's a nice guy, he doesn't deserve it, yada yada. Max, just three more weeks, and it'll be over, okay? Hell, I'm sure you could lie about it and he wouldn't even find out."

"You think so?" Max looked over at him, wrapping her flannel around her.

"I know so." He told her, trying to build some confidence so that she wouldn't throw over their plan entirely.

Max started to speak, before deciding against it, and she turned back to face the passenger window. It was a quiet ride, for a few minutes, until she decided to bring something up that had been pinging around her mind.

"So.. I noticed something.. today.." She started, giving occasional glances to her brother. She hoped that some small talk would drive this awkward moment away.

"Hm."

"That.. waitress.. yeah?" She started, cautiously.

"....What about 'em?" Shit. Did she catch him staring? Those times he had to be snapped out of spacing out while looking in their direction? Why was she asking about them for?

Max watched his weary reaction, and raised a brow, cocking her head to the side. She noted his interesting reaction, and continued to press on. "Well.... At first I thought that you were trying to get back at Jane for just being annoying.. But I saw the way you looked at them.. Did you.." She paused for a moment, before deciding against saying what she was going to say. "Did you know them?"

Jeff's grip on the steering wheel relaxed, before he by an speaking, feeling more than relieved she hasn't seemingly caught on. He knew that it was just a hallway crush, but god did they longer in his mind. "I thought I did, just... Couldn't out my finger on it." He made an attempt to smoothly lie, but Max knew better of her brother. She decided against messing with him though.

"Ah.." Was all she replied with, before resting her face against the car window. She adjusted her flannel again, before relaxing against the cool of the window.

Jeff had a hand draped out his open window, pondering if he should visit that waitress sometime again, but he wouldn't quite figure out a way as to how he should do that.

Unless..

He thought really,

Really hard.

Now, he could drop by and wait for you to talk to him as he sits on the bar part of the diner, but Ness could get in the way. He just wants to get to know you better, and at the very least, be friends with you. He wanted to get to know the person who caught his eye, but he didn't want to push anything with you. He wanted to come off as confident, not desperate.

Turning a corner, Jeff pulled into Mike's driveway, to drop Max off so they could talk. Jeff thought it was more about discussing Mac's babysitting times, but he zoned out when she discussed that at the table.

After putting the car in park, he waited for Max to get out of the car, before turning off the car and sticking his head out of the window. "Hey max!" He called after her, waving a hand to get her attention.

"Yeah?" Max turned, facing Jeff as he stuck his head out the window. She had to admit her brother looks ridiculous right now.I

"Remember the deal, okay? But.. Have a good day, yeah?"

" ...Thanks, jeff. "

"Don't mention it." He then ducked his head in the car, and twisted the keys again, his engine roaring to life. He made sure Max got in the door, before driving off to his own home.

Approaching his driveway after several minutes of driving, he puts the car in park, sitting in his car for a few moments, mulling over how he's going to approach you. The only thing that could go wrong is if Ness decided to approach him, or if you somehow get sick, but the later outcome was him worrying too much. It wasn't that complex of a situation, but it's you we are stalking about here. He knows he does shady shit, but he doesn't want to scare you off before even getting a chance to be friends with you. To get to know you.

With these things in mind, he takes the keys out of his ignition, sitting in the silence of his car. In the 10 minutes total, that he sat in his car, he finally got out, with a decision that he had hoped would lead him somewhere good.

Tomorrow, he was going to try to get some conversation rolling with you. After all, the worst you could say was no, right?

TO BE CONTINUED BABYYY

#fnaf jeff x you #fnaf jeff x reader #slow burn #x reader #fnaf jeff #fnaf movie #jeff fnaf

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