#and i want people to make more bev and Hazel stuff because they are so funny to me

[ilikemicrowaves]

This is mostly for @stitchwraith-stingers n @friedbrainzz

Bev n Hazels beef I had in my head and finally wrote

So basically, I have this list of episodes I'd love to see, and there's one where for gym class, they have to play soccer and the class is divided in two. Team 1: Bev, Jenkins, Hazel, Winn, and Jasmine. Team two: Dev, trev, Kev, Nadia, and April.

     Bev and Dev are the captains of their teams. While their playing, Bev's Team is gettibg their asses kicked. They have ten minutes left of class and Bev is really pushing them because she's taking this very seriously.

     Hazel feels way to overwhelm and tries to tell Bev that maybe she's taking it too seriously because their all ten, not a full team of proffesiom NSL players.

     Bev gives 0 shits (only a little) because she thinks this is going to ruin her reputation to become a soccer coach. (Hc of mine)

     This is when they start beefing back and fourth and Hazel can't take it and hides in the closet as usual.

    

     Then another episode idea I have, if we're jaswinnzel starts a podcast for fun and it starts getting popular because they are telling "make-believe" stories which is really some of their adventures that included faries.

     It surpasses "Bev Talks" and Bev starts to get a little competitive (this girl and competitions.) So on her talks she tries asking her quest if they have a creative story to tell. It gets to the point its obvious Bev is trying to copy jaswewinnzel and her bestie Whispers Fred is like. "Girl I love you but your kind if being petty."

     Bev doesn't listen and her and Hazel start beefing again it about it. Hazels upset because she didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings but also feels like no one's feeling should be hurt because. These are 10 year olds who started a podcasts after all.

     But now Hazel and Bev are now actively together trying to surpass each other's podcasts, mean while, Jasmine and Winn are now upset because Hazel has kind of lost the true meaning of the podcasts. Whispers Fred agrees with them because same with Bevs Talk Show (He co-hosts it.)

     Then Bev and Hazel start targeting each other in the episodes of their podcasts. After more episodes people just all collectively agree to stop watching two kids banter at each other through a podcast.

     It flops and Hazel and Bev agree that it wasn't worth it in the end and apologize to each other. Then everybody is happy again huzzah! Also Bev is still a little hung on it because she doesn't like being wrong. She gets to be petty.

     So now they're still beefing every now and then, but their also friends now.

[hxttrick-archived]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!

Tagged by: @paindealt​ (thank you!) Tagging: Everyone!

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? “Kung Lao. The Great Kung Lao. The best of the best. The White Lotus hero. The greatest Shaolin. Th--”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? "Kung Lao. Can’t get tired of hearing it, can you?”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? "I’ll never forget, so you shouldn’t either. I was named after my ancestor, plain and simple. He reigned as champion after he defeated Shang Tsung, but his life came to an end when he faced against Goro. My family’s spirit may have been crushed by his death, but his legacy was bound to continue-- and it has within me. I remember asking my father one day about why, and he only told me that he knew I was special. I’m the Great Kung Lao’s number one legacy; no one within the family can top my skills.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Single.” (This is verse dependent.)

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? "Of course I have a plethora of skills, but my favorites fall upon using my hat. I can do so much with my hat, like manipulation of its direction or allow it to spin around my body to protect myself; just call me the hat master. With Lord Fujin’s instruction, I learned how to teleport and how to create wind vortexes by using my chi, and I can never be more thankful for his teachings. Even my ancestor plays a part in my abilities; his spirit rests within me. I can call upon the Great Kung Lao to assist me whenever I need him, but I never truly need help. I’m constantly blessed that he’s there for me though.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? "Brown hazel.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? "Nope. I rather keep its natural color.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? "What kind of a question is that? Everyone has a family-- in one way or another. My father Kung Peng, my mother Mao Xiang, my sister Kung Shi, and my nephew Kung Jin. While both sets of grandparents have been dead for some time, I have eight uncles, eight aunts, and twenty five cousins; isn’t that a big family? ....I wish I could talk to most of them. In the future, when I-- I mean my future counterpart died, I realized that the family has fallen apart, lost their status, moved on to America. I even heard rumors they wanted to forget I even existed! And my nephew-- it is crazy seeing him all grown up. I don’t know what to even say about any of it...but I can say that...that I miss Shi...”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? "I have eight bunnies; five does and three bucks. My does are Xiao Xue & Qi Qi- both Hol/land Lops, Hua- who’s a Bev/eran, Yuming- one of my two Flem/ish Giants, and my special albino Himalayan: Xiaolian. My bucks are Bao- another Holl/and, Jiaozi- the American rabbit, and Xing- my other Flem/ish.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. "Shang Tsung-- Oh, something. Disrespect towards the elderly.”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? "I like to meditate, train, and practice swordplay. On some days, I’ll participate in playing soccer with other monks, especially when the weather is nice. When I am not in the mood for vigorous activity, I like to read or take naps, or spend quality time with my rabbits.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? "All in the life of a Shaolin. In other words, yes.”

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? "Yes, but do not be afraid. We Shaolin call killing someone a drastic measure.”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? "Do you mean my animality? A cheetah.”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “I cannot think of a single one. People tell me that it’s my pride, my confidence, my ego; they think I brag; what is so wrong about a healthy confidence? ----Okay, maybe I come off as prideful. Hey, even I am not perfect. Also, my sleep pattern can be screwed up some nights, so I tend to nap during the day and that’s what causes me to slack during training sometimes. You better not tell my masters or Lord Raiden about this.”

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? "Yes.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? ”I’m...bi.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “Not exactly. I study and live within a monastery, and receive a monastic education as well as martial arts training.”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY “Some day, but I am not yet prepared to drop everything and leave the temple. There is still so much I want to do and wish to achieve. ”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? "I’m no movie star but I know I have fans-- tons of fans.”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “I fear being unable to protect the Wu Shi. Again, I had to witness dead monks before me... The carnage must stop!”

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? "All it takes is to look at me. The long answer would be something comfortable, not constricting to my form, but nothing too revealing. Sometimes, I will wear the classic orange outfit monks wear, but not always.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “What do you mean by love? Romantic love or platonic? Platonically, of course I love someone-- more than one.”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? "The class of being the greatest, obviously.”

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? "I have many friends whom I consider allies.”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? "On pie itself or a specific kind of pie? Can it be mango pie? I want mango pie.”

27. FAVORITE DRINK? "Tea.”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? "Besides the temple, there is the Kung family home, and besides that, I have a place where I train in seclusion, where I can view the mountains for miles and admire the scenery from the cliff side. It’s watching the sun rise and set, and gazing upon the moon in all of its glory that make it a nice place to be”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? "I have a small crush, but that is not your business.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? "That’s REALLY none of your business! But if you’re so curious, I’m bigger than you-- is what I would say if I knew you had one.”

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? "The lake, I suppose, but I prefer a river, to be honest.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? "Back to this? What do you mean by type? Are you asking me because I said I had a crush? I shouldn’t of said that; just forget I said that, okay?”

34. ANY FETISHES? "UH-- EXCUSE ME?!”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? "WHY are you ASKING me these QUESTIONS??! I am a monk! I took a vow of chastity! I can’t answer that kind of stuff when I don’t even know myself!”

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? "Finally changing that last subject! ---Both.”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? "You’ve been polite enough until you started asking me those risque questions, so yes.”

[get-fcking-reddie]

Can you please write something where Eddie is a huge punk from when he reveled after the whole placebo thing and Richie never got out of his Hawaiian fase, cause nobody every writes stuff like this.

So, I pictured all of them wearing some horrible 90s clothing in this. :p

“You’re not seriously wearing that tonight, are you?” Beverly groaned when she saw 

Richie had never been into fashion. Not because he thought he was too cool to keep track of trends; he knew exactly which songs were in the top 40 or which movies were playing at the cinema that week. He just had no idea what would look good on him and what wouldn’t. He had never really dared to venture beyond his iconic Hawaii shirts much to Beverly’s dismay. Most people assumed that he wore them ironically and Richie decided to roll with that. It was easier to pretend that he dressed like a walking disaster on purpose than to actual make an effort to look good and fail.

“You’re not seriously wearing that to the party, are you?” Beverly groaned when she saw Richie’s outfit of choice. He was wearing an orange hawaii shirt underneath a pink and blue neon coloured windbreaker, and some baggy jeans.

“What do you mean? I look fly as fuck!” Richie said, flexing his non-existent muscles. He looked at Stan for support, but he just rolled his eyes. Stan wasn’t exactly one to talk either. He just wore slacks and button-ups, because those never went out of style. 

“What about this whole thing says ‘underground rave’ to you?” Beverly asked. Now Richie had been waiting for this question, so he stomped his feet with a smug look on his face and his sneakers lit up. Bevelry sighed and rolled her head back. “They’re never gonna invite us again.” 

“Why do you care so much about these punks anyway?” Richie asked.

“Because the punk scene is blowing up and as a fashion major I need to be on top of that before it goes mainstream.” 

“Whatever, Cindy Lauper, let’s just go.” 

The party was a half hour drive out of town in an abandoned warehouse. The city was going to tear it down next week, so no one really cared if a bunch of college students started the job for them.

They were definitely not the first people there and even the parking lot was crawling with people. Richie saw a lot of leather, piercings, studs, and multi-coloured hair. He could hear the familar sound of shredding guitar tearing through the warehouse.

“Here is the plan, guys, we need to divide and conquer.” Richie said, draping his arms over Stan and Bev’s shoulders. “Bev, you’ve got Haystack waiting at home, so you’re strictly going after those fashion tips, but Stanny and I need to get laid because it’s been a while.”

“Speak for yourself.” Stan snorted.

“Foreign chicks don’t count, Staniel, that’s too easy. They don’t speak a word of English and all they want is some all-american cock.”

“Lori is Canadian, you dickweed.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, that’s enough you two.” Beverly interjected before Richie really managed to rile Stan up. “Sounds like both of you could use some action tonight. We’ll split up and mingle. Meet me on the dancefloor if you’re lonely.”

She winked at the boys and disappeared into the crowd of punks. Richie admired how Bev managed to look at home wherever she went. 

“I bet you ten bucks that I can get more phone numbers tonight.” Richie said, and a slow smirk made its way onto Stan’s face. He was never one to back down from a bet.

“Twenty.” 

The two boys shook hands and then went their separate ways. Stan went into the direction of the stage while Richie walked over to the improvised bar. 

He tried to start a conversation with several girls and boys that went to get drinks, but most of them gave him one look and ignored him. He guessed that Bev had been right about the outfit. Maybe he was able to get away with it on campus where he was generally seen as the class clown anyway, but here he just stuck out like a sore thumb. After a particular nasty glance from a girl with a purple mohawk, Richie decided that he had had enough for now. He supposed he was going to have to pay Stan twenty bucks after tonight. Fuck.

Richie didn’t want to spend more money on overpriced beer that wasn’t even cooled, so he decided to go for a smoke. Maybe he was able to chat someone up if there wasn’t a band playing over him. Talking was his strong suit anyway when it came to picking up guys and girls.

The evening air was chilly and he wished he hadn’t left his windbreaker in the car. His shirt didn’t offer much protection against the cold. Richie rubbed his arms as he looked around for a friendly face. He noticed a boy smoking by himself in black jeans with chains on it and a studded leather jacket. 

“Got a light?” Richie asked, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket. The boy fumbled around for his lighter a bit and then turned around to help Richie.

“Here you go.” He said, moving to light Richie’s cigarette that was hanging from his lips. In the dim light of the fire, Richie could see the boy’s hazel eyes and the freckles on his nose. No matter the spiked up hair, or the smudged eyeliner, or the cross dangling from his right earlobe, he knew that face through and through.

“Eddie?” 

The cigarette fell from his lips and was quickly forgotten.

“Richie.” Eddie’s face lit up but then went serious again as he looked at his beaten-up boots.

“I can’t believe you’re here too! And you smoke? Since when did that happen? And when did all of the rest happen?” Richie said, gesturing wildly at the clothes Eddie was wearing.

“Since college I guess. I got away from my mom and I found out my medication was all bullshit. I don’t even have fucking ashtma, never had. I guess I wanted to change after that, to take some risks and really live, you know?” Eddie ran a hand through his spiked-up hair and shrugged sheepishly.“You would have known if we had stayed in touch. 

Richie felt a sting in his heart. He hated that the losers club had split up. They all knew that it would be hard to stay in touch after they moved away to different colleges. But, he didn’t think any of them could have predicted that that summer would be the last time they saw each other. He only talked to Bev, Stan, and Ben because they went to the same university.

“I’m really sorry about that…”

“Don’t be, it’s my fault too.” Eddie scuffed his shoes. 

Richie rubbed his arms again. He felt the cold air sneak up the thin sleeves of his shirt and shivered. 

“Here, take my jacket.” Eddie said, and after some light protest Richie put it on. It smelled exactly the same as Eddie had done in high school although there was a hint of smoke too now.

“You look exactly the same.” Eddie smiled, eyeing Richie’s outfit and making him blush a little.

“Can’t improve on perfection, right?” Richie joked. It sounded a little self-concious but if Eddie had noticed it he wasn’t showing it.

“I guess not.” He grinned. “Here, have a smoke, maybe it’ll warm you up.”

Richie never thought he’d see the day that Eddie Kaspbrak would offer him a cigarette, but here he was. They smoked in silence for a little bit. Richie found himself inhaling the scent of Eddie’s jacket and he just hoped he didn’t notice it.

“Man, I never pegged you for a punk, Eds.” He said, his eyes fixed on the moon and stars above them

“I didn’t either until I met some on campus. They’re really nice and accepting of… well of me being gay.”

Richie’s heart skipped a beat and he raised his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie shrugged again, his eyes meeting Richie’s for a second before he looked away.

“I guess that’s new for you too.”

“If I had known, I would have asked you out long ago.” Maybe it was the couple of beers he already had, or the way the moonlight was reflected in Eddie’s hazel eyes, but Richie just blurted it out. 

“Shut up.” Eddie chuckled and he gave Richie a light shove.

“No, I’m serious. I had the biggest crush on you in school.”

Richie expected Eddie to laugh again or the brush it off, but he didn’t do either of those things.

“And how do you feel now?” Eddie’s voice was calm, but his eyes were scanning Richie’s face for any sign that this was a mean joke.

“I don’t think I’ve ever really gotten over it.”

Eddie dropped his cigarette bud which landed in a puddle. He locked eyes with Richie and let his hand run across his chest. Then he grabbed the front of Richie’s shirt and pulled him down in a kiss.

Eddie licked into his mouth and Richie shivered a little when he felt something metal brush against his tongue.

“Do you have a tongue piercing?” Richie asked, pulling away from the kiss for a second.

“Oh there’s so much that you don’t know about me.” 

“Fuck, Eds.” Richie moaned as he was dragged into another kiss. 

He felt his knees go weak as Eddie pulled his hair, and it didn’t last long before they were practically grinding against each other. Their kisses were hot and sloppy. Eddie pulled at Richie’s bottom lip with his teeth before biting several marks onto his neck. Meanwhile Richie was moaning Eddie’s name and he couldn’t care less if people noticed them,

Stan may have won the bet that night, but Richie won the jackpot.