#and she hangs out with the scary kids that do drugs

[carolmunson]

okay, since some of you asked for it:

unpopular opinion but i don’t actually think eddie was a nice soft boy at all. dustin and mike are literally afraid to ask him to move hellfire. ‘he’s always revved up,’ implying that he’s always like this, always a little close to snapping. he’s not nice to them when he asks them to find a replacement. he also guilt trips them about 'taking them in like lost sheep' and shoves them off to find a replacement instead of keeping lucas included. which is why i don't understand the 'fierce protector of his friends' take because he's so quick to drop lucas just because he's 'moved to the dark side.' aka, throwing balls into laundry baskets.

which leads me to when he gets up on the table, people are not trying to fuck around with him. this is a common occurance, people are not surprised to see him up there and yelling. they aren't surprised that he's making a spectacle of himself. if eddie was soft and sweet, he would’ve gotten beat up. if eddie was soft and gentle, he'd probably be scared of jason. guys like jason in the 80s loved being macho and punching out losers — eddie just gave him the devil horns and called it a day. eddie’s absolutely gotten in fist fights before and won (his dad is a literal criminal!) otherwise someone would've thrown something or told him to shut the fuck up. people are scared of him, even his own friends! there’s more reasons than just playing DND and metal that make town certain that he’s a cult leader. you don't just assume someone is a murderer if they haven't shown any interest in violence before, especially considering his dad was likely a shitty dude. he even bullies erica when she first shows up to hellfire and only respects her when she bullies him back and bests him. he is someone you have to EARN respect from. he will never respect anyone outright or be understanding outright. he doesn't fully respect dustin or mike to start either, he views them as underlings.

even chrissy assumes he's going to be mean and scary, there's gotta be reason behind that. he's not nice or kind in school, which is likely a defense mechanism. he’s sweet with chrissy because he likes her, he has a crush on her. it’s very clear that he has since he was a kid, otherwise why would he bring up them hanging out in middle school? why would he even remember that if he hasn’t been pining for her this whole time? he admits too, albiet flirtily, that he thought SHE'D be mean and scary too, because he doesn't like people 'like that', people he assumes are 'on the dark side'. i’m sure he hoped they’d kiss a little when she went to his trailer. he's even a little sarcastic when she's there, again, defensive. 'the maid took the week off'. but ultimately, he's nice to her because he wants to kiss her and has a crush on her. i don't think it's because he's fully 'showing her who he really is'.

also he's a literal drug dealer????? like?????

he only becomes more gentle and open with dustin and co. when he gets pulled into the upside down/vecna stuff because he needs support. they grow a bond over shared trauma. and i do believe eddie had a big brother type relationship with dustin, but just like steve he loves him begrudgingly 'i love you, you little shit bag' kind of shit. i do believe he liked and cared for his friends but i also think he always had a big layer of mean kid armor on because he had a hard life growing up. how i percieved the character is 'mean bully whose secretly nice but is mean and boisterous and loud as a cover' trope. when he explains that his father taught him to hotwire, he seems bitter about it. of course he is, all the other kids were learning to play ball. but he obviously still retains this information and a whole bunch of other crime tricks from his dad. he's BEEN partaking in this shit. he KNOWS he's a shitty guy. you don't just get taught how to hotwire once and then suddenly know how to do it years later. he's done it before! multiple times! he has practice! he likely knows about warzone cause his daddy absoLUTELY had a gun or two. his dad probably took him there once. he was pulled left and right into bad shit growing up and that will HARDEN YOU. wayne says that murder 'ain't in his nature' and i'm sure it's not. i'm sure he's different with wayne, but idk, to me, it doesn't erase the fact that outwardly, i don't think eddie was nearly as sweet and gentle as people think he is canonically. i think he's a very hardened and tortured person and that even becomes clear with his reaction to chrissy's death and how he goes about things going forward. he was a weird kid with weird interests in a cookie cutter conservative town, had a criminal father, and an unconventional family situation in the 70s and 80s, that shit'll fuck you up and over -- look at boomers y'all! they are emotionally stunted! but, i could go on forever with this character analysis. so i'll stop here. but -- in the words of the real housewives reunion meme: that's MY OPINION!

[luvyeni]

❛RELAX❜ ( o. shotaro )

💬nia's notes: i know i said i wouldn't start wriring for riize just yet , but i couldn't help it i just love taro.

p. stoner!shotaro x shy!reader w. 3.4k (idk either)

warnings? drug usage , unprotected sex , dirty talk , pwp , cumming inside , oral ( f. receiving), fingering ,

— 𖦹 ( smoking weed with shotaro leads to something more ) !

"you're late mr. osaki." you looked up from your computer , you sat in the way back , so you got a good look at the entire class , including the boy who stood at the door , shoulders hung , he definitely didn't want to be here. "this the eighth time this month class starts at one o'clock not one-thirty."

he nodded , head still low. "i slept late." the teacher shook her head. "take a seat mr. osaki , next time set a better alarm." she turned back to the projector.

he made his way to the back , the rest of the desk filled up except the one next to you , your bag occupied the chair. "can i sit?" he said looking at you, you could now see that his eyes were red , he was high. "hello?" he waved his hand in front of your face. "h-huh?"

"mrs.(last name) , mr. osaki , is there a problem." the class turned to face you both. "just trying to sit down." he kept his eyes on you. "so can i sit down?" you nodded , quickly moved your things from the seat — he sat down , everyone turning back to the board and your heart finally stopped beating at 100 miles per hour from all the attention.

you tried to focus on the board , but you couldn't help but glance over to him everyone once and a while , you've see him every once in a while in this class , he'd often sit in the back , he almost never paid attention , but he always passed — getting up and leaving , he basically was there for attendance.

"you know i can feel you staring at me?" his whisper voice spooked you , you tried to turn , but it was no use. "y-you don't have any books." you said , he could barely hear you , but he chuckled. "yeah , i know." he said. "i'll get someone else to do it."

you went to face him again , but he beat you to it , his face was already close to yours. "what about you princess?" he smirked at your flustered stated. "you wanna do it for me , be a good girl and do my work for me?"

"wh-what." he sat back in his chair , head low again. "i was kidding (name)." how'd he know your name? "you're gonna miss the class if you don't pay attention. the class , that's right. "sh-shit." you cursed , turning to the right page , refocusing on the work , taking the notes down on your computer.

shotaro watched you , in fact he always watched you — you just never payed any attention to your surroundings , always trying to get somewhere quickly and quietly , but sometimes he'd catch you , mumbling things to yourself while working and he thought it was cute , he thought you were cute , so when god gave him the opportunity to sit next to you , he took it even though he was high out of his mind and could barely pick up on anything.

class went by quickly , shotaro had fallen asleep , probably sleeping off his high , while you jotted down the notes. "we have a test coming up , it's worth half your grades , so remember to study." you packed up all your stuff. "mrs.( last name)?" you looked up. "y-yes?" the professor pointed to shotaro. "please wake him up." she shook her. "don't even know why he bothers to come."

you turned to the sleeping boy , reaching out and lightly tapping him. "h-hey." you tapped him once again , a little harder this time , his eyes fluttered open , no longer red , his pupils back to normal. "class is over now." you said , about to walk away , when he grabbed your wrist.

"wait." his voice groggily from sleep. "let me take you home." he said. "you don't live on campus , correct?" you nodded. "b-but you don't have to." you said. "it's cool , i want to." he stood up. "wh-why?"

you were so cute , all shy. "maybe i just hang out with you , not everyone is all scary." he said. "you'll take me straight home?" you questioned. "i promise." he smirked , moving close to you , his body close to yours. "unless you have another place." he laughed as you took a step back. "let's go." he took your bag from your shoulders , putting it on his.

you guys made it to his car , he opened your door , letting you step inside before he closed the door , jogging over to the drivers side , climbing in , tossing your bookbag in the back. "ready?"

you looked out the window as drove , picking at the string on your skirt nervously , shotaro picked up on it , grabbing your hand. "stop that , you don't want to mess it up do you?" you shook your head , stopping. "good girl." those words sending a shiver down your spine.

"you hungry?" he spoke up. "we can stop for food." he wanted to grab food with you , did he mean like a date? was he asking you out on a date? "don't think too much of it , you'll hurt that pretty head of yours." he said. "there's a drive through mcdonalds near by , we can pick something up." you nodded , he let out a tsk sound.

"ah you can do better." he said. "let me hear that pretty voice , use your words." you couldn't understand it , but the way he spoke to you , it made you feel something , something you've never felt before — but it made you want to listen to him. "o-okay" he smiled. "good girl , let's go."

he pulled into the drive through , the lady spoke through the voice machine , he ordered what he want , turning to you getting your order before telling her what you want. "okay , you guys can pull up to the front window."

after getting your food , he placed it in your lap , driving off. you noticed he missed the exit to get back to your house , your eyes widening. "m-my house— i know." had that been any other person , you've would been shitting your pants , but with him surprisingly you felt safe. "i have place where we can eat our food and talk."

he drove for about ten more minutes , pulling into a old parking lot. "don't be so nervous." he said. "i would never put you in any harm , just relax." he said , grabbing the bag , taking the food out. "here you go." you shyly too the box of chicken nuggets , sitting them in your lap , he smiled. "cute."

he turned on a random tv show on his phone , sitting it up so you could see while you ate , occasionally making conversation with you , smiling when you shyly nod or avoided his eye contact — which never away , his eyes were always on you , watching everything you did.

"i-is th-there something on my face?" you said , looking for a napkin. "no , just like looking at you." you were flustered again , his constant flirting was going to kill you. "w-why?"

"because you're pretty." he said. "and i like staring at you." you quickly switched the subject. "i took all the notes down , i'll send them to you." he turned to you , laughing. "i didn't really mean for you to actually do my work for me princess." you began to pick at the string on your skirt again.

"hey." he grabbed your hands. "thank you , but don't worry your pretty little head about me." you nodded , and he let your hand go , this time resting his hand on your knee. "just relax , when you're with me that's all you have to do is relax."

he reached in the glove compartment , pull out a small metal can , opening it — revealing four pre-rolled joints. "sh-shotaro , what are you doing?" he smiled , taking one out , along with his lighter. "what does it look like?" he put the blunt to his mouth , about to light it. "b-but you can't drive if you're high."

"well then i guess you have to stay right here with me until im sober again." he light it up , taking a drag , inhaling , then exhaling. "you don't mind that do you." it probably should've bothered you , but it really didn't , you actually wanted to spend more time with him , this was probably the most you've been out in like forever. "i-i guess i don't mind."

you watched him take multiple drags , his body slumping further and further into the seat , he turned the radio on , r&b playing on a low volume as smoke filled the car. "you want to try?"

you shook your head. "i-i'm fine." you've never done something like that before , you wouldn't even know what to do. "why not , it will finally take your mind off everything." he said. "i-i've never done it before." of course you haven't. "i know , but that doesn't mean you can't try."

you thought about it before agreeing , what harm could it be. "s-sure." you said , he sat up , taking the blunt out of his mouth. "you don't have to , i won't force you (name)." he said. "i-i want to."

he nodded , you turned to him. "let me lead." you obey , and he held the blunt to your mouth. "open up." he tapped the blunt on your lips , you got that feeling again that you did earlier — parting your lips. "good girl , now close."

you obeyed , closing your lips. "now inhale it — not too much." he watched you closely , tapping your cheek with his finger , signaling you to stop , now hold it , that's it , just a little longer." the smoke filled your lungs. "now let go." you coughed , the smoke coming out of your mouth. "it's okay , it's okay." he patted your back. "it's always like that the first few times , you'll get the hang of it."

he let you hit it two more times , before he seem your eyes get redder and redder , before he was pulling it away from your lips. "that's enough , three is enough for someone like you."

you sat back , your body felt like it was melting into the seat. "look at you , finally relaxing." he smiled , you chuckled. "and you laughed , that's three wins for me today." he said. "three?" he hummed. "i got you to hang out with me , i got you relax and i got you to smile." he counted them.

he noticed you in your own world , picking with the hem of your skirt. "what's troubling that pretty head again?" he held your hands down once again. "wh-why did you want to hang out with me?" you said. "are you not having good time."

"n-no it's not that, it's just that , you've never paid attention to me before , wh-why all of sudden." he smiled , you were so clueless. "how would you know pretty , you alway have your head in the clouds , talking to yourself." your face heated up with embarrassment.

"do i really talk to myself?" you didn't evem realize you were doing it now , he laughed. "you're so cute." he rubbed your knee. "that's why i wanted to hang out with you , everything about you is so cute." your face was on fire , you turned out to face the window.

"especially when you get all shy , i find that so cute." he grabbed your jaw , turning it to face him. "why'd you turn away?" he smirked , his eyes fell to your lip , which you were chewing on. "am i making you nervous?"

you could barely comprehend what was going on , between the weed flowing through your system , and his hand resting on your leg , the other forcing you to look at him , it was all too much. "i really want to kiss you right now." your eyes widened.

"can i?" his thumb ran across your bottom lip , you nodded. "i need to hear you princess , use those words." you were afraid , not knowing what would come out. "y-yes , you can." he smiled , leaning in , his lips pressing against yours.

his lips felt nice , soft against yours. he could tell you were still nervous , pulling away. "look at you , your eyes all glazed over." he chuckled. "did you like it?" he questioned. "you want another one?" you nodded. "words pretty girl."

"i want another one." you said , your voice the most clear than has been , shotaro took notice of this. "how about you come sit right here and get it." he patted his lap , your eyes fluttered to his his lap , the to him. "y-your lap?" he nodded. "yeah , if you want to." you thought about it , you'd never even gone this far with a guy , but you wanted to — you wanted to go that far with shotaro. "o-okay."

you undid your seat belt , slowly climbing into his lap , hovering right above him. "let me help you." he grabbed your hips , pulling you down. "there you go pretty girl." his hands rested on your thighs , on of them coming up to caress your cheek. "just relax for me." he pulled you into another kiss.

you don't know if it was the weed , or his kisses , but you were on cloud nine and you didn't want to come down , he deeped the kiss , it was sloppy at first , but he allowed you to find your own pace , eventually getting the hang of it.

this was the best high of his life , he wish he could stay like this forever , in this moments , you on top of him , your lips against his , smoke still floodings the car , making it hotter than it already was.

the feeling from earlier was back and it was stronger than ever , traveling from your stomach to in between your legs , an almost unbearable , you couldn't help but move.

shotaro smirked , pulling away , you chased his lips desperately. "calm down." he whispered , against your lips. "you're getting so worked up princess , try and relax for me , you can have everything you want in a minute."

he wanted to make sure you really wanted this , that it wasn't just the weed talking. "you don't have to do this." he said. "i still really just want to hang out with you." he rested his forehead against yours. "i-i want to." you said. "i really want to."

his cock was hardening against his slacks , you were on top of him , your eyes blown out as you practically begged him to fuck you , grinding against him. "fu-fuck , if you keep grinding against me , im gonna cum in my pants." he grunted.

"i-i didn't mean to." he threw his head back against the headrest. "i know princess , i know you don't." he played with the ends of your shirt. "let's get you out of this." he lifted your shirt above your head , revealing your pink bra.

"so pretty baby , can i take it off?" you were about to nod , but deciding to skip that part , "y-yes." he smiled. "you finally caught on princess , keep using those words , let me hear that pretty voice." he reached behind you , undoing the hooks , letting your bra fall , your tits bouncing from the impact. "such pretty tits." his hand came up , engulfing your boobs , squeezing them.

"sh-shotaro." you moaned , and he was slowly losing it , you moaned so prettily , even prettier than he imagined. "so soft." he whispered , bringing his lips to your bud , sucking on it. "sh-shit , feels so good." you felt your panties soaking even more , you probably were making such a mess , but you couldn't care right now , you needed him.

oh couldn't hold it anymore , he needed to feel you , he needed to be inside you. "fu-fuck , fuck princess i need you , please i need to fuck you." he moaned , waiting for your word , once you gave it to him he was directing you to the back seat , laying you on your back.

"wanna taste you first." he sighed , kissing your stomach , making his way down to your skirt , lifting it up to your waist. "pretty panties." you whined , squirming your hips.

"relax , i told you , you'll get everything you want." he pulled your panties down your legs , he'll find them later — kissing right above your tailbone.

it was cramped , but that didn't stop him spreading your legs as much as he could , buring himself in between them , licking a strip up your cunt. "ohmygod." you moaned. "f-feels so good." he hummed against your heat , you moans only egging him on.

you tasted like heaven , this was his new drug , you were all he ever needed to feel high again , he pulled away , giving your clit little kitten licks. "you taste so good princess." his lips wet from your slick. "want my fingers?"

he rubbed your swollen bud , you nodded. "p-please." he pushed one finger into your hole. "your little cunt is barely taking my finger princess , i don't think im gonna fit." he added another finger , a slight sting making you hiss.

"it's okay , it's okay." he slowly thrusted his fingers into you , the pain slowly subsiding. "that's it , my fingers like a good girl." your stomach began to tighten. "you're clenching around my fingers." he rubbed your clit in circles. "you gonna cum?" you nodded. "go a head , cum on fingers , so i can make you do it again on my cock." he sped up his fingers , the band tighten more and more — before it snapped. "fuck 'taro , im cumming!" you screamed , cumming all over his fingers. "fuck!"

"good girl , fuck you came so much." he pulled his fingers out , bringing them back to his mouth , getting another taste , his cock twitching in his pants. "shit."

he undid his pants , pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out , resting against his stomach. his cock was big , a long vein adorned the side , his tip red , leaking with pre-cum. "are you sure you want , we don't have to go any further?"

you whined , reaching down grabbing his cock. "pl-please." your voice was desperate , as you stroked his cock. "i want it so much." you begged , shotaro cursed , grabbing your hand , replacing it with his own , lining himself up with your cunt. "i'll go slow."

and slow he did , sinking into your cunt , both of you letting out a moan. "fu-fuck , you're so fucking tight." his voice was shaky. "baby , you gotta stop clenching , im gonna cum." he grunted. "ca-can't help it." you mewled. "y-you're so big." he smirked , rocking his hips.

"yeah , you feeling full of my cock?" you moaned. "s-so full." he held your leg around his waist as he pounded into your needy hole. "you're so vocal now , what happened to my shy baby , where is she?" he grunted. "s-still here?" you moaned.

"yeah? she's still in there , but i like this version though , you moaning for me like a little slut." you tightened around his cock , making him hiss. "sh-shit , you like being called that?" he grunted , hitting that gummy spot. "there it is?" he continuously thrusted against that spot.

"my perfect girl , this is all just for me?" he rubbed your clit. "only i get to see you like this , all slutted out , right?" you felt your orgasm. "ye-yes , fuck 'taro im gonna cum." he kissed your lips. "go ahead , cum for me."

he pressed his forhead against yours , wrapping your leg around his waist , hitting deeper than before , trigger your orgasm. "taro fuck." you tightened around him hard. "oh shit." he didn't even have a chance , before he was spilling his cum into your cunt.

"sh-shit , im so sorry." he pulled out slowly , his cum seeping out of your cunt , his cock twitching at the sight , he didn't mean it this time , he can't be to sure next time. "i-its okay , i'm on birth control."

he let your leg go slowly , carefully just incase you were sore. "let me clean you up." he grabbed a tissue , carefully cleaning you off. "you did so well." he praised , your face turned hot. "st-stop it." you stuttered. "ah , there she is." he smiled. "so cute."

he helped you get dressed , you climbed out of the car , getting back into the passenger's seat , he climbed back into the drivers seat. "i don't want to take you back right now." he said slumped in his seat sad. "w-we c-can come back tomorrow." you said , he sat back up happily. "okay , i'll pick you up after class." he started the car , placing his hand on your thigh , much higher than before.

"maybe tomorrow you can put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours."

©️LUVYENI

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER SIXTY THREE → THE FREAKSHOW

summary: steve harrington x oc || Ao3

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 2.7k || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

previous chapter ← → next chapter

Tagged. @sattlersquarry, @leptitlu, @two-sides-samecoin

The subdivision was quiet that afternoon. A strange calm had settled over Hawkins that spring, but Steve had learned not to let his guard down anymore. Nothing was ever calm in Hawkins, and his nerves were already pricked with Sunshine a couple of hours away in Indy with her sister. He knew she could handle herself if she ran into any trouble, and he tried to convince himself that she wouldn’t run into any trouble, but there had been a knot of worry tied inside his gut since he was little. He worried about everything, all of the time. The revelation of other dimensions, monsters, and bad men only made that knot worse. But he did his best to distract himself. 

“Turn your elbow like this,” Steve said, moving his arm to mimic the motion of the kid beside him. “It’ll help your aim.” 

Lucas fixed his arm and shot the basketball, putting it right through the old hoop Steve had dug out of his garage. Since Lucas told Steve he was thinking of trying out for the basketball team last fall, Steve had been helping him practice. Between all of his high school highs and lows, basketball had been the only consistent thing for Steve, and something he still enjoyed. It served as a normal distraction for both of them, but especially Lucas. The kid was really good too and made varsity his freshman year. And while he most rode the bench, Lucas had too much potential to stay there forever.

The ball bounced against the cement and Lucas raced to grab it, dribbling it back down the driveway to where Steve stood. He was quieter than normal; Steve was the only person, besides Lucas’s dad, who the kid could have an actual conversation about basketball with. His friends weren’t interested in it, and Steve wasn’t sure of the last time Lucas had a full conversation with Max, to everyone’s dismay. 

“You all right, Sinclair?” Steve asked. 

He shrugged, eyes glued to the ball. “This game’s a big deal, right?” 

“A really big deal,” Steve replied. There were only a handful of times Hawkins High made it to the championship of anything. “But, you know, all you can do is play your best.” 

Lucas snorted a sarcastic laugh. “You sound like Sunshine.” 

Steve smiled. “Occupational hazard.” She had rubbed off on him, even more so since they were dating. Her sunny disposition and pep talks, along with her adoration of the simple things in life. He saw the world differently with her, and not just the bad stuff that crawled out of portals or gates. The world was a scary place, but it also held a lot of good stuff, you just had to look through the weeds and interdimensional vines to see it. 

“I know the pressure can be tough, but you’ll be fine.” 

Lucas held the ball in his hands, slumping his shoulders slightly. “It’s not just that. This game is important to me, but Mike and Dustin want me to skip it for the D&D campaign. I guess Eddie refuses to reschedule.” 

Steve rolled his eyes. He didn’t really know the guy, their paths rarely crossed in high school. Either Steve was running with Tommy and Carol, too busy to notice nerds like Eddie Munson, or he was sulking in his fall from grace and reeling from monsters and bullies. He’d heard of Eddie, in a small town it was impossible to not know everyone, whether you liked to or not. Rumor had it he was some super-senior drug dealer, and that sounded like the last person Steve wanted hanging around the party. But Dustin refuted the rumors and made Eddie out to be some kind of king of the nerds. 

It was embarrassing, and Steve hadn’t even admitted it aloud to Sunshine yet, but he was a little jealous of the Hellfire Club caption. Sure, on paper, he was probably the cooler person to hang out with in the eyes of Dustin because he loved the same game they did, but Steve had thought that he and Dustin were the ultimate duo. He was like Steve’s little brother, annoying and sometimes a pain in the ass, but someone Steve couldn’t see not in his life. But it seemed like Dustin was no longer interested in hanging out with him. 

It made Steve feel even more useless to the gaggle of teens, like he really didn’t have a place in the grand scheme of their monster-hunting team anymore.

“Your friends can’t miss one campaign to come watch you play?” Steve asked, shoving aside his own weird issues with some dude he’d never even talked to before. 

“Guess not.” 

“Well, what about Max?” 

Lucas sighed again, hugging the ball to his chest like he was trying to get some kind of comfort from it. “She still won’t talk to me. She hardly talks to Mike or Dustin. Every time I try, she shrugs me off with some excuse. I don’t know what else to do.” 

Max didn’t like change, which Steve figured out very quickly after getting to know Max. Moving across the country was one thing, but what she’d experienced since being in Hawkins was another beast. No one could blame her, they all just wished she’d let them help her. Sunshine seemed to be the only one who could get through to her somewhat. She shut the party out, caved in on herself. Lucas was the most distraught over it. 

“There’s not much you can do,” Steve said. “You can try to be there for her, but you can’t magically make everything better.” 

“It just sucks. We know people with superpowers and know there’s another dimension, but we can’t, like, fix any of the shit we’ve been through. We just have to take it and pretend like…like it’s fine.” 

It was beyond frustrating, but that had become their lives. Steve’s mind glazed over it, trying hard not to think too much about it until the world threatened to end again. 

“Look on the bright side, you’ve only got four more years here. Then you can play basketball at some D1 school, pretend like Hawkins was some fucked up nightmare or something.” 

Lucas laughed but it was mixed with a little scoff. “Yeah, if I live that long,” he muttered, and Steve’s gut turned uncomfortably. He didn’t like that, jokes like that were too real. “And if they ever let me off the bench.” He tossed the ball at Steve, who caught it despite being slightly thrown off guard. 

Dribbling the ball, back up the driveway, Steve shoved away the pit in his stomach and focused on the task at hand. “Hey, with my help, you might even get to play in the championship.”

“Yeah,” he replied, sarcastically. “I might even win the whole thing.” 

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“This feels…unethical,” Will Byers said, chewing nervously on his nails as he stood lookout for Leia. 

She stopped, turning her head to look at him. “Really? I could name ten unethical things that have been done to the two of us alone. This, my dearest brother, is good ole’ fashioned revenge.” She balanced a cup of red paint on the locker shelf with a fishing wire around it. Carefully, she threaded the wire through the slit in the door and fashioned it so that as soon as the locker was opened, the cup would be pulled forward and spill on the unlucky but well-deserving bully. 

“I doubt she’s even read Carrie. Angela and her friends aren’t going to get the prank.” 

Leia sighed, cautiously looking up and down the empty hall. “They don't need to ‘get it.’ All that matters is that Angela is covered in red paint. She deserves a lot worse for laughing at El’s project, but Joyce said we’re grounded if we commit a crime.” 

“Technically, I think she said we’re grounded if we’re caught committing a crime.” 

Leia paused before she shrugged. “If this doesn’t work, then I’ll think of something illegal. Until then…” She dusted her hands off on her paint-stained overalls from an art project gone slightly rouge and clapped Will on the shoulder. He had grown even taller since their move, Joyce said it was probably the sun that was making all of them grow like weeds, but Will still curled into himself and tried to make himself smaller among their new Cali-folk. 

While Leia probably should have been more wary about a new school, but she had a different view of it. She had never attended any kind of school, so she had no expectations. Bullies didn’t bother her because she was good at brushing them off. All of the teasing from Kali’s friends made her skin thick and she had a little voice in her head reminding her she had superpowers and they didn’t; it made her feel better. 

Will flew under the radar too. He was quiet and good at blending in, making himself a small target. Luke followed in his footsteps, spending most of his time tucked away in the library which most kids avoided besides the nerdy and quiet ones. It was El that caught all of the flack. 

By some unlucky chance, she had caught the eye of a blonde-headed all-American mean girl the second she stepped through the school doors. El was kind, she wanted to be friends with everyone but had a hard time picking up on social cues. And the second Angela got a whiff of El’s slight unusualness, she latched on like a hungry shark. How some freshman had a cult following of brightly dressed, rich friends who would do anything she said, Leia had no idea. It was like they stumbled into the set of a movie riddled with cliches that Leia thought weren’t actually supposed to happen in real life. Yet, there Angela was, laughing at El while she tried to present a project she had worked really hard on. Apparently cruelty earned you cheap laughs; Leia wanted to fry Angle to a crisp. 

She had to settle for ruining the bully’s outfit. 

The bell rang, singling the end of class. Leia and Will stood innocently at the water fountain and subtly watched as Angela and her clique waded down the hall, her blonde ponytail swinging with each step. She arrived at her locker, entered her combo, and yanked it open. Out poured the red paint, splashing down the front of Angela’s shirt. She let out a shrill scream that echoed through the hall, causing people to stop. 

Angela wiped her hands against the paint, smearing it into the fabric and getting a layer coating her palms and fingers. It looked like blood, but the smell of paint quickly filled the air, making the hall smell just like the art room. 

Leia hid her laughter under her hand while Will pressed his lips in a thin line, suppressing a smile. They watched as Angela’s friends surrounded her like a flock of birds. She swatted them away and turned out from her locker with her face nearly as red as the paint. Leia couldn’t hear what she said, but without even cleaning herself up, she took off toward the doors that led to the courtyard of the school. 

“Okay,” Will said with a laugh. “You were right; that was great!” 

Leia beamed. “I’ve got more where that came from.” 

He shook his head, a lightness in his tone that only came out from time to time now. “Come on, let’s go find Luke and El. They’ll want to hear about this.” 

Unfortunately, their two siblings did hear about the red paint stunt because El was the first person Angela assumed had pranked her. By the time Leia and Will entered the courtyard, El was sprawled out against the ground with her project in pieces along the sidewalk. Angela was standing the closest to El, her arms crossed and laughing along with the rest of her friends who stood on the sidelines. 

El’s face was grief-stricken, and that alone was enough to send Leia running towards her sister. She jammed her shoulder into Angela’s sending the blonde stumbling. El stood and outstretched her hand in a similar way she once did when she used to abilities; it was a reflex, one that would probably take El a long time to shake since she had lost her abilities last summer. Before El did anything to give Angela further ammunition, Leia grabbed El’s arm gently and pushed it back down at her side. 

Angela seemed satisfied with sending El and her project to the ground and turned to leave, her front half still coated in paint. A tear fell from El’s eye as she glanced at her broken project. With a gentle sigh, Leia tried to channel her anger into something more helpful for El; it was what Sunshine told her to do when she felt her anger gain control of her, fueling her abilities and asking for something bad to happen. Leia grabbed a hold of El’s shoulder, making her sister look at her. 

“Are you okay?” 

El frowned, wiping away her tears. She nodded sadly, slumping her shoulders. 

“It’s my fault,” Leia said. “I pranked Angela, but I should have known she’d think it was you. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” El tried to smile, but it was weak and turned back into a frown when her eyes landed on the pieces of her project. 

Will and Luke started picking them up, placing them back in the slightly crushed shoe box. “We can fix it,” Will said with confidence in his voice. He pinched a squirrel figurine in between his fingers before holding it out to El. She grabbed the squirrel and closed her fist around it. “We’ll all help, and it’ll be good as new, all right?” 

“All right,” El said quietly. She joined the boys on the ground while Leia scooped out the surrounding area in case any pieces went flying off of the sidewalk and onto the grass. She spotted a couple of popsicle sticks and gathered them before she turned around. Directly behind her was one of her classmates, who sat beside Leia in art class. 

Startled, Leia gasped, and the girl’s eyes widened before a sheepish smile fell across her lips. “Sorry!” Abby said. “Didn’t mean to scare you, I just found this.” She held out a small hat that El had made to resemble Hopper’s police hat. 

“Thanks,” Leia said, taking the hat with a small ache in her chest. Not a day went by where she didn’t think about Hopper; she missed him, but Joyce was doing everything she could to make the three of them feel a part of their family. It wasn’t the same though. They weren’t in that little cabin in the woods, eating Eggos and watching black-and-white detective movies. 

Abby shoved her hands in her pockets and rocked back and forth in her busted sneakers. She didn’t dress like most of the kids at school; her shoes were dirty and her clothes were mended with patches of different colors. Her hair was pin straight and black, with thick bangs cut barely above her eyes. She was odd but in a good way. Abby was always bouncing on her heels or tapping her hands against the tabletop. She spoke quickly but with so much enthusiasm it made Leia feel happy too. 

“Angela’s a jerk,” Abby said. “I’m glad someone finally did something, even if it didn’t end super well.” 

Leia pocketed the hat with a sigh. “I should have used real pig’s blood.” 

“You stole the pain from the art room?” 

“Guilty.”

Abby laughed. “That’s amazing! Oh, I would have killed to see her face!” Leia laughed too; it was impossible for her not to. Abby’s laugh was infectious, which often got them into trouble in art when they couldn’t spot giggling in the middle of class.

“Leia, are you ready?” Will called from several feet away. They had cleaned up El’s project and Luke was carrying it in his arms, probably in case Angela had any other ideas. Luke was a little taller and broader, harder to knock down. 

Abby gave Leia a smile before she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she turned on her feet and headed across the yard, leaving Leia with a friendly giddiness bubbling inside her chest. 

Leia rushed over to her siblings, handing the hat off to El. Together, they all walked back into school, El sandwiched between them. The Hopper-Byers weren’t a typical group of siblings, but it was as if they were destined to be family all along. Maybe they radiated the idea that they didn’t belong, slotted pieces of different puzzles that somehow fit, but there was no denying that they belonged together as a family. 

[honoviadakai]

How I think the Hazbin crew are as parents 🏨

(CW: mentions of child abuse in Alastor’s section, mentions of Valentino and Angel’s past, mentions of Husk’s past with Alastor)

Charlie:

Absolutely a loving mother

Maybe a little too loving

You know how she comes across as too sweet to her friends, loved ones and complete strangers?

Yeah that's not changing with her kids

I’m not even entirely sure she’s gonna discipline her kids

I genuinely believe if her kids are acting up, her main issue is that she’s “a bad mom” and she’s gonna spiral in front of her kids so badly that they’re just gonna stop acting up and behave

She also strikes me as the type of parent that a little too involved in their kid’s lives

Sometimes it’s good because she’s showing interest in her kids lives and really, who doesn’t want that from their parents?

But like…sometimes you don’t need your parents to know everything that’s going on in your life, ya feel me?

There is such a thing as too supportive

And Charlie is that overly supportive, overly optimistic mom that kinda tries a little too hard to be a “cool” mom that can be friends with her kids and all their friends

It’s embarrassing

But her kids know deep down that she’d die for them in a heartbeat

They just wish she wasn’t so…extra

Vaggie:

She’s simultaneously the chill parent and the scary parent you just don’t fuck with

She strikes me as someone who lives by the saying “respect is not given, it’s earned”

She respects her kids boundaries and desires(within reason) and they in turn give that same respect back

And because of that, breaking her trust/respect is a no no

Like if she has a kid that tells her that they’re gonna hang out with friends, and she finds out they they lied and they went to a sex club to drink and do drugs, God help that kid

Worst part is that I feel like if she’s reeeeeally mad and hurt, her anger is silent and cold

That’s when her kids know someone fucked up bad

But as long as no one breaks anyone else’s trust/respect, all is good and her kids know they can go to her for anything and she’ll do her best to help

Alastor:

Oh god

I feel so sorry for any kids this mf has

Like probably wouldn’t cuz he’s aro/ace and Viv has confirmed in past streams he’s not really someone who’d want kids or even properly take care of kids

But let’s just pretend he has one or two

He’s not gonna be a great dad

First of all, I fully believe his parenting style is gonna change drastically depending on if he’s around sons or daughters

Any daughters he has are going to be treated like royalty

He’ll gladly have tea parties with them

He’ll gossip with them and ofc auntie Rosie

He’ll even drop everything he’s doing to treat them a girls day with them, complete with a spa day, shopping and fine dining

Any sons he has will probably have the opposite situation

Al would take little, if any interest in their lives

Once they learn to walk, talk and have awareness of the world around them, they’re practically on their own

If they’re hungry, they better learn to cook

If they need new clothes, they can earn the money for new clothes or make it themselves

If they want their father’s attention, they have to earn it & that usually means they have to be exactly like him for him to even start to care about his sons

This behavior most likely stems from how his mother treated him in life vs how his father treated him

Look at how he treats characters like Rosie, Mimzy and Niffty vs characters like Husk, Lucifer and Vox

It does unfortunately carry over into how he disciplines his kids

The girls will get lecturers and they’ll be grounded

If they did something particularly bad, he might spank them or hit their hands with a ruler or something but nothing extreme

His sons though…they’ll most likely receive beatings…

No lectures

Just cold, unyielding, lashes

Alastor’s really just someone who shouldn’t be a father…or at least, not have sons

Angel Dust:

He’d be such a good dad!

This man would die for his kids in a heartbeat!

He is a tad overprotective of them tbh

He absolutely does not want them near the p0rn district of Hell, especially if Valentino is there

He would sell his soul again to get his kids out of a contract but he’d rather avoid a situation where his kids have sold their souls outright

He’s also fair when it comes to exploring substances

He understands they’re all in hell and teenagers get curious

That being said, he’s flat out warn them with lighter stuff like alcohol and weed what it feels like to be drunk/high and what the side effects are

Stuff like cocaine though? No, absolutely not

He’ll tell them exactly what it’s like and why it’s not worth it

“The high ain’t worth it, you’ll feel worse than shitty once you’ve sobered up and you’re lucky if you just get a headache in the days after.”

His kids respect that he’s upfront with his knowledge so they usually take his word on it and heed his advice

He does try to hide a bit of his past from them

Not in a “they must never know” kinda way

It’s more like a “they’re too young to fully understand the severity of the shit I went through” kinda deal

Once they’re older, he’ll be honest about everything with them if they ask

Very supportive of his kids

They know they can come to him about anything and they usually do

Like if one of his kids comes out to him as trans for example, first thing he’s gonna do is smile and let them know that regardless of any physical changes, he still loves them

Will absolutely help them with a new wardrobe, hair style and even get them a pin or flag, whatever they’d like more

He also loves cooking with his kids

In those moments where they’re cracking jokes, spilling this week’s latest tea and just being a happy family that makes him realize he finally found that tomorrow to live for

Husk:

Another good dad!

A bit of an odd dad, but still a good dad

Part of why I say he’d be an odd dad is cuz a lot of his cat like instincts go into overdrive

For example: it’s quite common for cats to clean their kittens with their tongues

He loves his kids, he wants to keep them clean, he can’t stop himself from cleaning his babies

Hell take lots of cat naps with his kids in sunny spots at every opportunity he has

He purrs a lot more when his kids are around and just chillin

He also meows a lot at his kids when they newborn - toddler aged

The other part of his oddness as a father comes from the fact that he’s an older man and is oddly chill in times where you’d expect him to blow up

Like if he they’re helping him clean and they accidentally break something, he won’t get mad at them

Hell make a shitty joke

“Don’t work kiddo, gravity ain’t exactly our friend. Bitch probably hates us cuz we can fly.”

He also develops a sixth sense for kids, specifically when they’re about to do something stupid

To be fair, his best friend lover is Angel Dust so it’s not hard for him to sense stupidity

Tell me this isn’t the face of a man who felt a stupid thought and immediately pinpointed exactly who had said thought

It’s stronger with his kids

The second they think something stupid like “Dad can drink an entire bottle of ever clear and be fine, so I should be able to as well” he immediately shuts that shit down

He could be clear across pentagram city and still have his dad sense go off and he’ll reflexively call his kids while he’s sprinting in their general direction

Funnily enough he's absolutely the kind of dad who of he sees his kid come in with a bloody nose and he senses the situation isn't dangerous, he asks "did you win?"

If his kid answers yes, he high fives them XD

If they say no, they talk mad shit together

He’s a very blunt man so ofc he’s a very blunt dad

He’ll warn his kids about people like Al and why you can’t trust everyone

He’ll impart his wisdom on how to read people so they can keep themselves safe

He’ll also warn them about biting off more than they can chew so they don’t end up selling their souls to someone like Al like he did

He’s also very honest about his past

He knows his kids aren’t dumb so they’ll find out the truth eventually and he’d rather it’s through him than Alastor

In general he’d just rather not have Al messing with his kids

He’s also a actions over words kinda guy

So while he will tell his kids he loves them verbally, hes gonna do things for them more often than not

Like if they’re having a bad day, he’ll make them their favorite meal and let them vent for as long as they need to

If they cry, he won’t say a word, he’ll just pull them into a hug and let them cry out all their sadness and frustration

Even if it’s something as simple as them just not sleeping well the night before and waking up crabby, he’ll wordlessly make their favorite breakfast and take them out for a personal day later

He’s got a gruff exterior but his kids will only ever know his softer side if he has anything to say about it

Niffty:

….I’m conflicted with this one

On one hand, I know for a fact she could handle the house work and child rearing on her own

She’s got endless energy and is more than capable so the practical stuff isn’t the issue

It’s the actual raising of any potential children

Like if they aren’t genetically born with her unhinged personality, I feel like that’s something that they’re definitely gonna learn to do as they grow older

I also kinda feel like she’d let them be do things they just shouldn’t be doing

Like you know how she was in the oven while baking cookies???

Yeah…she’d have little to no issues with her kids doing that

That’s not to say she doesn’t love her kids!

She does with every fiber of her being!

Which is terrifying

Like remember how she scared the shit out of Val for messing with Angel?

Bare in mind, Angel is her friend, and she still went out of her way to make Valentino feel scared

Imagine someone messing with her kids

They would not survive

I’d even go so far as to that her protectiveness of her children would scare even Alastor

I do genuinely think she’d be a pretty good mom

But I feel like for the safety of everyone in hell, she shouldn’t have kids

Both because one Nifty is all we need and a Nifty with malicious intent is a force not even Lucifer could stop

Sir Pentious:

He’d be such an embarrassing dad

His kids would absolutely love and adore him without question

But he’s such a dork and even his kids see this

He uses modern slang incorrectly to his kids friends

He’d wear what he thought was fashion that’s “hip with youths” in public

And you bet every penny you have that he’s gonna do TikTok dances in public…horribly

Mans is the embodiment of this meme ⬆️

But he loves his kids and he’d do anything for them

He’s gonna fumble along the way

But that’s never gonna stop him from doing his best

He’s also a bit awkward and over the top in how he shows his love for his kids

Like if a birthday is coming up and he knows his kid wants a new phone but he has no idea what phone model they specifically wanted, he’s buying every model available

Sure he coulda just asked, but that makes way too much sense

Buying one of every phone makes much more sense 😤

Same thing with treats

His kid is having a bad day and he knows they like chocolate?

He’s buying all the chocolate in pentagram city

Why?

For chocolate related emergencies

He’s so ever the top but his kids low key love that about him

[bluebutlikenotalways]

Will You Be Redesigning The Other Three Los Campeons?

I’ll answer these both at the same time!

1. I do want to, but like I don’t have as clear an idea for Fly, Pro and Rayo. (I do have a rule 63 design for Pro though because I think it’d be funny) Rayo’s might be out in the next…five months??? Who knows.

2. Just Hcs because you already know my fave (ik you send that ask to my main. A lot of folks don’t know it’s the same person lol)

LETS START WITH JR

Man does not sleep, because sleep is for the weak and he is always on that grind 💪 Because of this his ability to make choices is hindered (which is the only possible reason he chose not to let Sorpresa join the team I say jokingly) and it also gives him a shorter fuse, as if it wasn’t short enough.

He’s already got some anger issues from his father, but most of his fight outside of the ring are just gas so he’ll rarely start a physical fight.

Still trying his best to outgrow his father’s shadow, but his team is worried it’ll all go to his head instead. He is one to brag whenever things really go his way so the next step in his hero’s journey has better be humility

In his first match with Rayo he got his elbow broken and that was how Rayo got thrown out of his first club and why I draw Jr with a brace.

Nepo baby, like big time. He’s a rich kid and they all know it, but he tries not to flaunt his wealth. His father’s influence however…

Grew up around the ring and knew “Tío Blanco y Verde” before his father left that team. Hadn’t seen them in a long time, which is why he didn’t recognize either of their voices.

Used to love his fathers old movies until he realized just how big a legend he had to live up to, now it just makes him feel sick when he sees them knowing his dad was only a few years older than he was then when they were made and he had only just secured a main event. Not so fun feeling like you’ve fallen behind.

Refuses to touch alcohol or drugs of any kind so he doesn’t fuck up his body. His father started losing his shape when he started drinking more and smoking cigars, so he’s seen the road gone down before.

He’s gonna start wearing contacts eventually so he can play into his Dragon roll more.

Up next the grappling goth himself, Rayo X!

He is the second shortest.

This isn’t even a hc, I just wanted to show you their hight comparisons

He is not as physically strong as the others because he put more of his stats into agility and precision. Pressure points and the ability to use his opponents weight against them is key, but he’s still stronger than your average cat. Guy can throw a fully grown man over his head, what do you expect?

Autistic. HEAR ME OUT! Doesn’t like being touched by anyone, the only one who wrestles in gloves, hangs out in a quiet coffin and works better in the dark. “But that’s no-“ Just trust me bro.

He’s a little limp wristed, but you know. Happens to the best of us.

His character is a sullen goth who’s like this serious guy and kinda scary, but out of character he’s a little shit emo kid who’s starting to dwindle into scene.

Has an older brother, also cannon now I think, and isn’t really on the best terms with him. Still he got on great with his mother and his father used to take him to work and he’d hide in the coffins to try and scare his dad.

Isn’t intentionally rude, but does come off that way pretty easily so he just kinda ran with that when making a character. Because of this he dances on the edge between técnico and rudo, but still leans more towards face because he likes coming across as a hero.

When he was banned from every promotion and couldn’t find a job he ended up doing a few death matches. You’ll find a lot of scars under all that gear and he’ll no longer use thumb tacks if he can avoid it.

Mr Professional

Has a $tan Pines-ass backstory with him getting kicked out of his own home when he was young and having his kid sister run away so she could stick with himself

Where am I getting this?

I just like the drama I guess :)

Big personality in the ring, but is kinda timid outside of it. A little shy, but still good at talking with folks. He’s still more a party dog type of guy

I think he’d collect sweaters, sense were already ripping off the Pines family here, and tea, because once again this guy is pretty chill.

[tbh a masked wrestler would fit right into gravity fa//s if I’m being real)

Has a cat that he had to leave with his sister when he moved to Mexico and when he calls her he makes her turn on face time so she can talk to it DX

Still looking for a house and might end up moving in with Fly now that Sorpresa has moved out.

Knew Fly for a while before moving away and knew Sorpresa too, but never knew she worked as his valet because he thought she was his daughter.

If any of his team mates find themselves in a fight she will be the one to end it.

Cross dressing cowboy? Why not. He brought it with him to Mexico for some reason 😭

Tsetse Fly!

Met Sorpresa’s aunt first when he was teamed with her for a comedy act which neither of them wanted to be a part of. They ended up whipping their opponents so hard they were belt holders for a month before Sorpresa’s aunt was scouted by a woman’s wrestling promotion. She was going to stay with Fly, but he told her to take her chance when she had one so she moved on. To Fly’s surprise she kept in touch and she ended up steering her towards her sister so they could wrestle together instead.

He actually got really close with the Sorpresa family, so much so that he’s Sorpresa’s god father.

This man is a big pipe smoker. He used to sit outside, smoke and just stare at the clouds. When Sorpresa was younger she’s sit on the floor next to him and bug him till he taught her some of his moves.

He’s a ladies man, again cannon but you know, and is dating one of his ring girls. (I have Hcs for them too, but no names 😔) but it’s an open relationship because you can’t clip this fly’s wings XD

Because of his dwarfism he does have some health complications with his bone structure and his breathing, so he takes the great precautions of not giving a shit and it’s working apparently because he’s doing fine enough.

He’s not the step dad he’s the dad that stepped up🫡 Helped raise Sorpresa during her preteens to teenage years by “babysitting” (sneaking her into matches and buying her first beers) while her mother was busy and became her legal guardian the last few months before she turned 18. He was planning on finding her a job and a place to stay before moving up to the states but she insisted on coming with him and here they are! She did get tired of living with him though.

Did not realise he became a dad until everyone started calling Sorpresa his daughter.

And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The trickster of torture, the shocker of slaughter, the kick back of calamity

¡SORPRESA!

We have found the youngest! She has been training since she was popped out. Like this girl learned how to do a headlock before she could crawl and was beating her parents without them going easy on her when she was in her teens. She’s been ready to carry on her family’s legacy for a long time now.

If you’ve been around for a while you know what Hc I usually give my faves 😌

🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥

Afro Latina! Her mother is from Mexico and her father was from South Africa (Mzansi <3) but her father died when she was little so there’s not much to be said on him from her pov. She also doesn’t connect to her South African roots as much sense no one was there to help her learn them. (She’s Xhosa just in case you wanted to know)

There’s gonna be a great big lull between her helping to save a village of monsters and finding someone to sign her so, with some help from Rayo, she joins death matches. She was pretty good at both letting her nerves get the better of her, but it definitely took some getting used to. However she found herself pretty handy with a chain and if that failed she had her trusty bat! You’ll find her avoiding barbed wire at all costs tho 😞

She dropped out of high school at 16 to focus on wrestling and is very worried that she made the wrong choice

Her mother is in jail!

I think it would be funny if her cousins were punctuation themed. Like one of them was called like (google translate Spanish) “Pregunta?” And had a question mark on her head and so on. I think it’d be funny.

Speaking of cousins! She’s cousins with Ricochet! Mama Maniaca is one of her relatives that grew too far apart to wear her family mask.

Sorpresa has no idea what she’s doing but she’s doing it really well. She might not always be prepared for a situation, but she is great at coming up with solutions. You could even say this is the greatest plaaan-er. She’s quick on her feat and can roll with the punches easy.

Speaking of being quick, she is the fastest on the team, which was decided when she finally managed to take Rayo down lol.

Speaking or Rayo, tag team partners for life right there, hell she’s moving in with him with him! That’s her favourite person who isn’t family or dating. In other words, her best friend!

She and Jr had an on again off again relationship for a while until she finally sat him down and told him that unless it was going somewhere she wasn’t interested in all that drama. He stepped the fuck up after that.

She’s gonna usurp the role of leadership from Jr eventually. I can feel it in my knees. Either that or co- leaders. Rayo is only a little salty about it.

She is actually friends with the other valets. They would sneak her drinks because she was too young to buy them in the states (oh but back home it’s FINE! America’s drinking age is so dumb WHAT THW FUCK)

Despite knowing Pro for a few years they weren’t all that close, but now that they’ve started working together she’s enjoying his company a lot more than she thought.

The big part of her character is to be surprising, so whenever she’s in the ring she’ll do a lot of back stabbing. Her and her family are all rudos originally, but she’ll play técnico when she’s teaming. Being bad is just more fun.

Never let them know your next move.

If she was ever teamed with Fly she would have played big time into the comedy aspect to take the attention off Fly. We all know how he reacts when someone makes fun of him.

Here when she was younger she really wanted to be a dancer and she almost went down that route, until she met Fly and he showed her how wrestling was just like a more dangerous form of dance and she was hooked. Still enjoys dancing, going to a dance studio is still one of her favourite date spots.

Most of her strength comes from her core, so she’s good at staying stable in a fight, but she started strength training after the events of the movie to help her keep up with her team.

In one of her first matches she fought a woman who glued broken glass to the bottom of her boots and was very lucky not to lose an eye when she got kicked in the side of the head. Shes got some pretty wicked scars on the right side of her face now, but they’re hidden well enough under her mask. You can just see the one near her eye if it’s shits enough. (I haven’t draw it yet, so you won’t see it in my art 😔)

Despite being a really good wrestler she is the one with the most left to learn, but she’s getting there.

I have so many more but this post has gotten long enough. Thank you so much for the ask <3

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 8- Part 14

That’s concerning- was it the “Sc” thing the one guy tried warning us about? What could he have been talking about…a Pokémon? Scraggy? Scrafty? Those seem like the kinds of Pokémon that would hang out down here.

But we can’t dwell on that right now! Prong has become electric bug, and I’ve had something planned for when she evolved since we beat Julia…

Prong my dear, your time has arrived.

SHE IS READY TO START BLASTING!!

AND ALSO WE FOUND THIS!

Oh! Okay- it happened faster than I could screenshot it, but I saw a group of…something running down in that area below this one. I think they were Mankey? Does this mean we can catch Mankey somewhere?

But also- item over there!! Move over, kid!

Huh- we can’t even battle him to get him out of the way? Well, there’s gotta be some way to get to that item back there. I see another elevator back there, maybe that’ll be something.

Okay, Yungoos- again, not too bad, not too scary, we’ll just Gust it again.

Also, these slum Trainers really like putting Pursuit on their Pokémon, huh? This Yungoos has it, the Dunsparce had it, I think that Pansear had it? Or maybe not the Pansear, I already forget, but some other Pokémon had it.

You know what, this is the most justified random Trainer battle we’ve had in this chapter, arguably in the whole game so far, let’s just let this guy live his life.

Yeah, I also should have expected drug stuff to come into play down here to some extent too.

Okay, what’s this now? Another…Arceus ring fragment thing? Is Arceus still clipping through the map? At least this one is on the ground and not on a rooftop, so we can actually find out what it is this time.

They do, huh? Then…what’s their purpose?

Oh, that’s its purpose- it’s like a healing spot! And here I’ve been leaving and running back forth to the Pokémon Center up north between each battle- if I’d known this was here and what it did, I probably wouldn’t have done that so much. Consequently, we don’t need it right now, so we’ll have to save it for later.

I mean, fair, but you’re telling that to the wrong person, buddy.

And there’s Victoria again! So we’re definitely going the right direction (as if there was anywhere else to go), but I’m gonna look around this little area first before talking to her.

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[boqvistsbabe]

Ok so fun gossip I heard

- 2 of the hockey boys had been secretly (nothing is actually a secret to me) dating for like 2 years but one is a science god who weightlifts competitively and plays 2/3 other sports very well and the other dropped out to smoke weed so they don't talk anymore and that is almost definitely the stoners fault and the nice really smart one is now stuck with a bunch of assholes because that was his only friend and he doesn't know that the queer femmes would adopt him to carry our bags

- there's a really popular girl who reads like Harry potter and colleen hoover (this is irrelevant I just like slander) exclusively who wants to be a radical politician but has never read any theory and don't follow politics

- the self appointed queen bee who cheated on her decent blonde bf by hooking up with her ex bffs abusive ex and then she left him for blondie and now has an on and off throuple with blondie and his besties, both of them are proclaimed straight and all of the are friends with shithead

- same queen bee and blondie, she posted on her til tok her rice purity score and it said that she had never come during sex, they were together for like 5 years and she has caught him watching porn while they fuck

- the annoying ass conservative dude who is like 6'6 and is the bad bitch lesbians man servant (he says friend but idk) started a fight with a known tiny 14 year old gang member and when a knife got pulled his mom, who works at the school, called the cops, same day a kid got stabbed in the head with a pencil during math but that was unrelated

- the grade 11 gymrat that my friends and I are fairy gay parenting into leftism at the start of the year believed that drug dealers deserve the death sentence (we are canadian???) and his ex gf's brother is in prison for petty drug crimes and his new gf is a scary bisexual weed dealer but I influenced him to be way better and they are a power couple

- all of the boys bathrooms are missing the soap dispenser and the mirrors, sinks and toilet seats are regularly stolen also once a custodian quit after having just walked into the main one

- we had a 3 hour secure school because a girl punched the librarian and the librarian passed out and then the girl hid somewhere in the school

- at a beach party during the summer my favourite random school person (you know what I mean, right?) was super drunk and shot a firework at the police, put his Crocs in sport mode and then ran away, successfully as well

- same dude had a job at an arcade and would break in during the night to just vibe with the lasers and run around drinking and smoking I guess, he also once hid from the cops in a tree, he postef all of this on his snap

I can't think of other big ones but this should do for now

Omg it’s been forever and a day since you sent this but I’m still gonna react to this lol

- okay first of all what a story second of all I feel bad for the one guy 😢

- okay but like that checks out based on the books soooo

- wild absolutely wild. First of all cheating is so bad but somehow who she cheated with made it even worse? Also throuple?!

- NOTHING IN FIVE YEARS?! WHAT IS BRO DOING WRONG (obvi everything but like omg) also while they fuck? 🫢

- man servant I love 💀💀 also hang member? ! And a pencil stabbing? That’s a lot on one day

- death sentence?! Omg?! Literally what? Also ur so slay for that tho

- it’s giving devious licks 💀😭 also that’s so real

- why did she punch the librarian 😭 like what

- (ik what u mean, i love my random people) AT?! Also putting the crocs in sport mode then running is such a funny picture

- this guy sounds like such a vibe tbh

[heartscfvalor]

Tiegan is one of my more active muses right now so here are some AUs I’ve whipped up for him.

Euphoria: Foster kid, new to East Highland. He has several gang tattoos, frequently skips class and is seen hanging around Fez’s corner shop to get drugs. Due to his grunge aesthetic, he’s seen to be a bit scary to some, but in reality he just wants to be left alone. Can be friendly when the situation calls for it, but he’s not afraid to cut a bitch with his switchblade if he has to. Always low key itching to beat someone’s ass.

Hogwarts: Slytherin student. Carries a nine inch cedar wood wand with a dragon heartstrings core, and his familiar is a pure black cat with orange eyes he names Duke. His best classes are Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination and Ancient Runes; his bloodline is a mystery as he does not know who his father is, and his mother was nonmagical, to the best of his knowledge. He learns how to become an Animagus by fourth year, in which he turns into a raven a white chest, and he studies the Dark Arts in his spare time in order to learn how to recognize such magic when out in the real world. Unlike his peers, he’s also willing to use Dark Magic if pushed to the edge to destroy enemies. If attending Ilvermorny, he’s Sorted into Wampus.

PJO/Demigod: Son of Hades. He carries two Stygian Iron daggers, as his fighting style prefers to be as chaotic as possible. Like his half siblings before him, Tiegan has the abilities to shadow travel, sense and see other’s life forces, become invisible to the naked eye, control shadows and darkness, as well as the earth itself with all of it’s minerals and riches, communicate and control the dead, turn people into ghosts, and erase memories in others. His respect for the gods is minimal, but he toes the line and keeps to himself.

Dragon Age: Inquisition: Tiegan is a runaway apostate from a Circle in Ferelden after years of abuse; he and his sister Dorothea were kidnapped from their apostate mother after Catherine was discovered by Templars, and he was forced to watch them execute her for trying to keep her children protected. At the age of fifteen, Tiegan was able to destroy his phylactery before going on the run, and he manages six years living in the wilderness before he comes across more mages being chased down by Templars. After the Templars are killed, he’s told that the Mage-Templar War has already started, and so he is at the Conclave at the Temple of Sacred Ashes when it explodes, and he’s saved from the Fade by Justinia, given the Anchor in his hand as compensation. He’s extremely bitter that this responsibility has been thrust upon him, and he despises being called the Herald of Andraste, repeatedly committing blaspheme that Andraste and the Maker aren’t real, and if they are real, then they need to beg his forgiveness for the abuse he suffered in childhood. However, he agrees -- reluctantly -- to become the Inquisitor, if only because he’s promised immunity from the Circle if he helps fix the world.

Stranger Things: Tiegan is an escaped child experiment from Hawkins Lab. With the number “004″ tattooed on his left wrist, he was able to escape when he was just past the age of six, and was consequently discovered by Joyce Byers, who took the boy in without question, raising him as one of her own. As a result, Tiegan regards the Byers as his family, and would do anything for them. Like the other child experiments, Tiegan has supernatural abilities like telekinesis and telepathy; his special power is the ability to cause other’s to hallucinate when looking at him, so he appears as someone else entirely, or to be completely invisible to avoid detection. He helps to hide El when she escapes from the Lab when he’s seventeen, and he’s stunned to hear the other test subjects are all dead.

[harrison-abbott]

Halloween

You remember scooping out the pumpkin goo when you were a kid, with your skinny wrists and a big spoon, grinding out the seeds and strands, with your fingers getting all slippery.

You remember cutting the pumpkin a cracked mouth and triangle eyes and when you put the candles in it seemed like a real head.

You were too young and scared to watch scary movies yet.

There was an attic with a waste bin bag, filled with damp old costumes that your elder brothers used to wear.

There a proper hockey mask which looked pretty fucking scary on anybody. And it was a man’s mask so it looked extra scary on a kid.

The bottles of fake blood didn’t look like blood at all. More like Ribena juice. And it didn’t stain anything, only dripped away like water.

And the fake knives were clunky plastic affairs but you remembered once when you were under a security camera in the high school and your brother told you to put the knife away because the cameramen would reckon it was a real knife if they saw it on their end.

Your mother loaded up on chocolates and peanuts and oranges for the kids coming around trick or treating.

We call it ‘guising’ in Scotland.

And you and your mates got dressed up and went ‘guising’ around the neighbourhood.

One time you went with your hockey mask on. And your gabble of mates went up to a house that was a distance further than you usually went. And this woman answered the door, holding a baby. She asked, “Do we know you?” And we said no. She said, “No,” and she shut the door. Even though we were only ten, we properly scared her, and we felt bad, and went somewhere else.

You remember the smell of gunpowder in the air, because Halloween is closer to Guy Fawkes night. And back in those days (the late 90s, and the 00s), fireworks were cheap to buy. And kids would hang outside of supermarkets and bribe adults to buy them for them. Then just burst them all across the city. Because young folks can’t access alcohol or drugs or whatnot so they turn to things like fireworks instead to get a kick out of the experience.

And us younger kids would go psychotic of the sugar we got from the houses that did accept us as guisers. As most of the houses we went to were keen to hear us sing a song or tell a joke, etc.

There was the smell of woodsmoke, too. From the bonfires lit in the forest – that witchy, wavering, conniving scent that mingled in the wintry air.

One time your friend was given a £5 note from one of the ladies in the houses, who knew him. And, £5 back in the early 00s was a big amount of money, especially for a boy, and we were all chuffed and envious of him.

And nowadays, now that you’re an adult, you see the Halloween stalls in the supermarket. With the costumes and so on. And as soon as you go in to the shop there are these huge crates of pumpkins on sale – quite like when Christmas comes around and they have all of those dead trees for you to buy at the front doors.

The last time somebody came to the house, trick or treaters on Halloween, was about seven years ago. Longer than that, maybe. There aren’t many kids around in the neighbourhood anymore. And, even with Guy Fawkes, the fireworks are super expensive. And kids still do light the rockets. It’s just not as constant as it was when you were a kid. Or, maybe you just don’t appreciate the sounds as much as you did whence in childhood.

[tallmantall]

James Donaldson on Mental Health - My daughter with anxiety issues is worried about getting her period. What can I do?

James Donaldson on Mental Health - My daughter with anxiety issues is worried about getting her period. What can I do? Writer: Rachel Busman, PsyD, ABPP Clinical Expert: Rachel Busman, PsyD, ABPP Q My daughter is 10 years old and is diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Selective Mutism and Panic Disorder. I have been trying to explain that she will be getting her period soon and that she shouldn't worry too much about it but I know she is freaked out about the idea of blood coming from her body. How do I prepare her for it without scaring her too much? Should I speak to her therapist about it or should I use books on the topic? I'd appreciate any advice you could give me. It’s important to start by finding out exactly what your daughter’s fears or concerns are. Has your daughter actually articulated that she’s worried about menstruating? I ask this because sometimes we can underestimate a child’s ability to cope with things, and I’ve worked with many girls who have anxiety disorders but weren’t inappropriately worried about starting their period. Your first step should be to have a frank conversation with your daughter to determine exactly what her fears and expectations are. If your daughter is afraid of starting her period or blood coming from her body, then you should discuss these fears with her therapist. Her therapist is there not only to talk about her original issues but also to discuss any new fears that surface along the way. I would even suggest that you make a separate appointment without your daughter to work on building a plan that makes her period seem less scary. Hopefully the therapist knows your daughter very well, and he or she should be in a great position to offer you support and guidance on how to talk with your daughter about puberty. If you think your daughter would be interested in a book, ask her therapist for a recommendation. Sometimes, school health programs may have good suggestions as well. When you’re talking to your daughter about her period, make sure that you answer her questions with honest, age-appropriate answers, correcting any myths and avoiding euphemisms like “becoming a woman” which can be confusing. Most importantly, you want to normalize her period — explain that this is something that happens to every girl and it isn’t dangerous. It’s also a good idea to come up with a plan for what she should do when her period starts. Make sure she knows where to find the sanitary pads in your house and let her know she can always talk to the school nurse if she needs help. Puberty naturally brings questions, so talking about it shouldn’t be a one-time thing. Try to have a series of conversations with your daughter about all the new things going on in her life. For anxious kids especially you want to be both factual and reassuring. Having regular, comfortable conversations should help. #James Donaldson notes:Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes.Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use.Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space.  #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticleFind out more about the work I do on my 501c3 non-profit foundationwebsite www.yourgiftoflife.org Order your copy of James Donaldson's latest book,#CelebratingYourGiftofLife: From The Verge of Suicide to a Life of Purpose and Joy www.celebratingyourgiftoflife.com Link for 40 Habits Signupbit.ly/40HabitsofMentalHealth If you'd like to follow and receive my daily blog in to your inbox, just click on it with Follow It. Here's the link https://follow.it/james-donaldson-s-standing-above-the-crowd-s-blog-a-view-from-above-on-things-that-make-the-world-go-round?action=followPub Read the full article

[briamichellewrites]

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I’m not angry. I promise. I get how this happened. I will be there for you and our baby. If I don’t answer, it’s because I’m in class. I’ll text you back when I can. – Jason

That reassured Bria. He was not ignoring her. Rather, he was busy. She got a visit from Brad. He heard what happened from Mike and he wanted to see her. What did he tell him? Just that she was having a hard time with her mental health and needed to be in rehab for three months. Possibly more. He was vague with the details. She guessed he was protecting privacy. Did she want to talk about it? He would respect it if she didn’t. Yeah, she could.

As they sat by the pool, she told him about her miscarriage and her mental breakdown. When she was going through the intake process, they discovered she was pregnant again. Was he the father? No, her boyfriend, Jason was. He was his younger brother. After her miscarriage, she flew to Cambridge for a week to be with him.

He was getting his graduate degree at Harvard. That’s why she was in Cambridge. Yeah. She couldn’t tell him everything over text. He understood why she couldn’t tell him. What was he studying at Harvard? It had to do with landscape architecture. That’s what he wanted to do. She thought he had two years left before he graduated. He showed her what he was doing but it went right over her head. That made him laugh. Where were her animals? They were hanging out in her room.

She would show him. Bark! Bark! They heard barking as they walked to her door. Once it was open, Missy and Buddy were there waiting for her with anger. Human, you abandoned us again! She crouched down and petted them while apologizing. You’re forgiven, human. Where were the cats? They didn’t know. They were around somewhere. Those cats were always doing something.

She had a nice room. He looked around. There was something he wanted to tell her. He found out recently that he had a twelve-year-old daughter from a short-term relationship. Her name was Jayde Carter. Where was she? She was in foster care. Her biological mother was in a psychiatric hospital. Was she born under the influence of drugs? He didn’t know. What was her mother’s name? Malisha Carter. She gave him a look, so he asked her what was wrong.

“That’s my mother’s name. Malisha Carter. She’s in a psychiatric hospital.”

“You’re kidding. Oh my god.”

He got out his phone from his pocket and pulled up a picture of Jayde. She looked similar to her. That meant she was her sister. She didn’t know what to say. They could not ever date because he was technically her stepfather. Former stepfather? Either way, it didn’t feel right. She wanted to keep him as a friend. He would do that. When she was comfortable, maybe she could meet her sister.

Jayde had been in foster care her whole life. She moved from home to home so much, she was used to living in a suitcase. Anna was a great foster mom, but she wasn’t her mother. She got along well with her son, Otis. At four years old, he loved everything dinosaurs. He pretended he was a dinosaur. During the day, he went to preschool while his mommy worked. It was an all-day program, which made it a lot easier for Anna. He went to bed before she did, so she got one on one time.

Anya was good at letting the dogs know when they were annoying her. It only took a swipe of her paw to get them to leave her alone. She was cleaning herself when Missy came over and sniffed her. Meow. She barked when she felt her paw hitting her face. I’m taking a bath. Go away! She grumbled as she walked over to the humans.

“Leave your sister alone, dude”, Bria said.

She got up on the couch and rested her head on her lap. All she wanted to do was sniff her. Cats were so weird. They should be dogs like her. She petted her and scratched her head. Thank you, human. That makes me feel better. He laughed because she was such a good pet mother. She treated them like they were her children. He was excited about her having a baby.

An unplanned pregnancy had to be scary. He couldn’t even imagine what she was going through with her emotions. It had to feel like whiplash. She found out she was pregnant while going through a miscarriage. While going through a mental breakdown and grief, she found out she was pregnant again. The baby’s health was so uncertain, that she and her boyfriend had a right to be concerned. What if it happened again? That would be devastating times ten.

Bark! Bark! Growl. Mike was watching Misty get angry at her own reflection. She raised her paw, causing the other puppy to do the same. He called her over to where he was. She put her paw on his leg with her toy in her mouth. He laughed and picked her up. After setting her on the chair beside him, she smiled at him with her tongue out. Good girl. It was a quiet day where they had nothing planned.

He was working on music on his laptop after going outside for a walk. She loved sniffing everywhere and exploring. Her nose picked up scents she never noticed before. She wondered if her human could also smell them. He was a good human who fed her, took her for walks and played with her. She did get into trouble. He knew she was just a puppy who didn’t know any better. Instead of getting angry, he corrected her behavior.

When she went potty outside, he gave her a treat. Good girl! Yes, I am! Thank you, human! Since adopting her, he felt happier. He had a new purpose and that was taking care of her. In return, she provided him with unconditional love and laughter. When she dropped her toy, she looked down at the floor and whined. He bent over and picked it up for her. Thank you, human.

It’s Brad. I just got done visiting Bria. Can I meet you somewhere or should I call you? Either one works for me. – Brad

You can come over. My dog and I are just hanging out. – Mike

He sent him his address. It took him forty five minutes because he kept getting lost. When he finally arrived, he heard barking coming from inside. Mike opened the door and greeted him while making sure Misty didn’t escape. Hi, human. She sniffed him before following them back into his studio. Could he get him anything? He offered him a beer. Yeah, thank you.

After getting that for him, he asked about Bria. She was in a good mood, though she still seemed sad. They had a conversation about her mother. How did he know about her mother? He found out he had a twelve year old daughter with a woman named, Malisha Carter. His eyes were wide. Oh my god!

“It’s my job to ask you about a woman named, Anna Hillinger. Bria said you knew her.”

“Yeah, she’s my ex girlfriend. She cheated on me and got pregnant back in 1999 or 2000. How do you know her?”

“She’s my daughter’s foster mother.”

“Oh my god! That’s crazy! What did Bria say about it?”

“She told me everything she knew about her mother. The reason why I’m telling you is because of your relationship with Bria. There’s a possibility Jayde was born under the influence of drugs. She mentioned a car accident.”

Yeah, it was him and Bria. They were walking back to their cars with their friend, Bradford when they were both hit by a driver going over the speed limit. He went over the car and she went under. She had a broken leg and arm. He was relatively okay with cuts and bruises.

She was in so much pain, she went into shock. They both stayed in the hospital overnight because he hit his head. They wanted to make sure he didn’t have a concussion. He didn’t. What happened to Bradford? Nothing.

He was in a different location, so he saw everything that happened. They learned from the police that the driver was under the influence of drugs and alcohol. They also found out that the driver was Bria’s mother.

They decided to let her take a plea deal because of her mental state and her history of severe abuse. Now she had another daughter. Snore. They looked down at Misty, who had fallen asleep with her toy beside her. They laughed. Brad took a drink of his beer.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[iatrophilosophos]

I Dislike that post about psychosis & mysterious disappearances for reasons I can't totally articulate so here

Psychotic breaks can happen to virtually anybody, *and*

We don't have to treat them as a constant threat of disaster (yes, even if we're psychotic ourselves or have a family history) & can Do Stuff to reduce their impacts

Some stuff you should consider doing right now/this week/this month if you are afraid of having a psychotic break, or just do in general bc it's good shit to have in your back pocket:

US specific: Create a locally-appropriate psychiatric advanced directive. This is a document that specifies your wishes in the event you are deemed unfit to make your own medical decisions. Laws are woefully inconsistent and these directives *may not* be legally binding; so it may be up to the discretion of a provider to actually follow it; but it's still better than nothing. You can specify in your advance directive things like treatments you do and dont consent to (i would be specific and intentional here; stipulating that you dont consent to a specific class of medication e.g. SSRIs is more likely to be honored than No Medication); people to contact; people (like a parent) who you do NOT want to be involved in or privy to your treatment. Heres a page with resources and directions by state. You may need to get this document notarized.

US specific: assign a healthcare proxy. This is a legally-binding document that specifies who is allowed to make medical decisions on your behalf. By default, your healthcare proxy is your closest living next of kin. Even if you get along with your parents, siblings or kids; they may not actually be the people you want making decisions for you for Any number of reasons. Discuss the idea with whoever you'd like you be your proxy! Laws vary by state and you will likely need to get this document notarized.

Create an informal advance directive with friends and loved ones. This is just for yall and can include shit like not calling the cops, trying to resist EMS or hospitalization, what you want people to do to support you if you DO get hospitalized, and anything else. If you have experienced psychotic breaks in the past, this is a good place to put any advice or requests for your loved ones. It's a good idea to do this as part of a discussion and invite the people you're making this plan with to ask your consent about stuff they think they might try to do to help. It's also a good idea to have a few of these for different people/situations: your advance directive with a roommate you're not that close to might just be "call xyz instead of the cops".

Self-reflect. What are you *worried* would happen during a psychotic break? What commitments can you make to yourself & plans can you make with other people to control for it? A good friend once told me "I really want to try MDMA because i think it would be good for me, but I'm worried it would trigger a genetic disposition to mania and I'd go out for days and forget my kids". My advice to her was "hire a babysitter who knows what's up and get a friend to hang before you try it". It worked out great--she had a nice time AND got to experience the bodymind state she was terrified of, get some practice functioning within it, and proved to herself that her commitment to taking care of her children is a choice she makes out of her own free will that she is free to *continue* making regardless of how nuts she is.

To the point above: practice being nuts. Let yourself explore the states you're afraid of and learn how to cope, communicate and function while crazy. Psychotic breaks are scary because they're alienating and novel. Set yourself up to communicate even when you don't experience the same reality with someone via your informal advance directive; and don't let psychosis become the big bad scary monster. Stay up all night, believe weird shit for fun, switch up your routine, go put yourself in new and unfamiliar environments. Do drugs if you wanna! Have weird, potentially bad experiences with a friend and aftercare and learn that you have free will regardless of the familiarity or comfort of your surroundings while you've got a safety net.

Have an aversion plan. This is what you do if you start feeling out of your depth. It can be behavioral, social etc--stay home and sleep, have someone come sit with you, eat a big nutritious meal--any activity or situation that you think will help keep you safe/help you avoid the scariest or most dangerous facets of what you think a psychotic break could mean for your life.

None of this is a surefire way to *not* have a psychotic break or even to have one be completely free of undesirable results. But they are real, tangible steps that help a lot more than being terrified of ever getting 2nd hand weed smoke or living in fear that some day everything you know/are might just disintegrate.

Advance directive resource link 1 more time bc Tumblr hates actually inserting my links in posts:

[l-vd-laar]

Cheerful, Confusing, and A Little Scary – Loss of Life Album Review

From 80s synth pop to existential power ballads.

The awkwardly satirical duo known as MGMT are not just a source of internet memes (the “Electric Feel” bass cover incident) and TikTok hits, but are responsible for some of the iconic songs of the past two decades, such as their 2007 single “Kids”, which still haunts the world today.

Over the years, VanWyngarden and Goldwasser’s project has earned the reputation of being slightly odd and “not your typical pop group”. The golden duo do not shy away from themes of disdain for our current cellphone society, expressing their snarky comments through either cheerful pop or disorientating dissonance. This “weirdness” came out especially strong on their 2018 release Little Dark Age, which featured peculiarities such as “She Works Out to Much” and “When You Die”. After a solid career of mocking the music industry – and declaring their love for Brian Eno – MGMT release their fifth studio album Loss of Life. Although, Loss of Life is still filled with references to a time long gone, the band shows maturity by taking stabs of satire and cynicism from their previous lyrical aspects, and work it into the nuances of the music.

Design by John Baldessari, Noses & Ears, Etc. (Part Two): Two (Flesh) Faces with (Blue) Ears and                                                             Noses, Two (Flesh) Hands and Hobby Horse, 2006.

The album kicks off by pestering the listener with an immediate nostalgia inducing prelude on “Loss of Life (part 2)” – We’ll come back to discuss the “part 2” and why this would be in an opening track title? The first of many sly shenanigans. The track starts out with a gritty vinyl sound that introduces a music box tune, accompanied by robot-like voice that speaks of uncanny observations of our world and tells the story of a Welsch bard. It is somewhat reminiscent of “Fitter Happier” by Radiohead, but more cryptic.

VanWyngarden recently explained that their earlier success had given them the freedom to focus more on the music for this record, and this becomes apparent throughout the musical arrangements. An example of this is the bridge in “Nothing Changes”, which offers a lovely intricate symbiosis between brass and synth, which builds up and down and finally flows over smoothly into the final section of the song.

Referencing to the sound of 2000 nostalgia, “Phradie’s song” exhibits the cynical attitude that MGMT is known for, but in a more sophisticated manner. The song starts out with a rather cheerful guitar strum, which is soon accompanied by the joyful ringing of bicycle bells and whistles, one again confronting the listener with looming nostalgia. There has been an internet trend going on of late 90s/early 2000 kids reminiscing about the aesthetics of their childhood era. “Phradie’s song” somehow captures this feeling of longing for childlike unawareness, reminding us that this is something we will never get back. The song then goes on as a lullaby and dissolves into something ungraspable. Comforting and threatening at the same time.

“I Wish I Was Joking” is another close gathering of oddities. The chords progressions border on eerie, and the constant unresolvedness tricks the ears. The song makes a reference to drugs, and the construction of its sonic body does in fact stimulate a feeling of still hanging out at an afterparty, while you should have gone home hours ago. Now you find yourself on a dirty couch, fighting a battle with gravity. This same anti-climactic feeling can be found on “Dancing In Babylon”, which features Christine and the Queens. This song lacks climax in the sense that it’s structure seems to tease a chorus, but never actually finalizes this promise.

Lastly, to lay on the Brit of Britpop, the closing track of the album “Loss of Life” (there is it), the album returns back to its opening music box melody. However, this time it finally gives us the resolve that we have been waiting for the entire album in a cosmic dreamscape Stg. Pepper-esque goodbye. It holds on to the uncomfortable nostalgia that runs through the entire album like a thread, but intermixes it with glimpses of hopeful sounds – such as the return of the brass. Only to resolve into some demonic sound and send us back to “part 2”, where it all began. Suggesting that the album is a circular never ending experience.

Instead of communicating their message through words, MGMT have embodied the lost souls of postmodernism in their music, showing real maturity and leaving me confused and scared of a potential “Bubblegum dog” following me in my nightmares. Yet it should be considered that this was a close analysis of the album, which I have listened to multiple times in a row. And what may be the biggest trick of all, is that if you were to listen to it casually, it can also pass a just a pleasant pop record. The pastiche and satire have been integrated in such a subtle way, that it does not stand in the way of the “listenability” of the album. And although the record has been received with mixed reactions, the duo has shown incredibly musical integrity. And for those who stand with one foot outside the borders of reality, Loss of Life might help you slip out the other one as well.

[just-kiss-me-you-fool-hehe]

i have never felt more ready for a monday in my life

our little new week countdown has never made me feel more ready for a new week ahead

we got high and had so many giggles like i was doubled over half the night bc i was just so happy

it was so nice for jasmine to teach us how to make things together and give us instructions and she wants us to do human centipede style pani puri night and have a contest for who can make the best one

i think it'll be so fun to have them over honestly

it was so cute how we all ate from one plate and fed each other it was so sweeeeeeeeeet

and how we helped each other fight the sunday scaries

i loved when jasmine would bump my shoulder and we have a little giggle or she would hold my hand while i told her something

i taught them how to pin messages in imessage and how to look at screen time and how to add limits they had no idea!!!

i was telling them how i think 5 letter names are the best closely followed by 3 letter names/nicknames

questions

how much do you hold hands and are you happy with it (nyc is not good for hand holding, sf is very conducive to hand holding)

do you get sad in the winter

how often can you without leaving your apt

who is your favorite tiktoker

how much time do you spend on your phone (not kevin deleting him and jasmines entire imessage history bc of the unpinning when he clicked delete)

what is one thing you shipped last year

what does your friendship pyramid look like

how long do you think the honeymoon period lasts

how much time do you spend on tiktok (we were talking about screen time and i got sad that kevin had insane hinge screen time and it made me kinda sad)

where are you on the scale of wanting to make friends actively to not wanting to make friends at all? i said how i was at a 0 because i haven't even been able to look at cashiers or other people i could talk to but it's only bc i went like 15/10

i was also telling them how i feel so fulfilled bc in the past i felt like i could never have too many friends and i always have and still feel like the lame little kid that no one wanted to hang out with and now i feel so content with my friendships that nothing is missing i am just over the moon with everyone i know i couldn't be happier that my life feels so fulfilled and overflowing with love

i find myself being really turned on sometimes when i look at him he's just wearing a black shirt but sometimes i look and i see the tiny waist and giant shoulders and the muscles and i'm fully horny and 😩🤨

see this the position i don't wanna be in when i'm pining after someone i just hate it

next time i want to focus on being intentional, putting my phone away and just enjoying the moment for what it is, being really present and not being stressed about trying to look cool

everyone there already thinks i am cool i don't need to try so hard

questions for jas, does mark get annoyed when you ask him to clean

jas was saying how she thought it was cute that i asked her for shroom tips bc it means she's my go to person (i had been telling them about how when i found the pill in my carpet and immediately asked them about it and they knew what it was i told mel and she was like love that you immediately consulted your local drug dealers)

it was truly a movie 🥹

[syddsatyrn]

Never Knows Best

☆Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

☆Warnings: Fluff, Make out, swearing, alcohol, drug use, abusive parents, mentions of abuse.

☆Words: 3k

☆Summary: You're mom is drunk again so you head to Eddie's to get some space. Eddie shares some feelings he's been holding back. Now its time for you to do the same.

☆Notes: I loved FLCL when It was the early 2000's. So I used to write "Never Knows Best" on the side of my cigarettes. This is based loosely off of a true life even that happened to me. Enjoy!

“This is so stupid, she's acting like a child.” You huff.

“She really is.” Eddie replies.

“I’d be out on the streets if it weren't for you.”

“I think you’d survive. My girl’s tough as nails.” He says with a scoff.

“Shut up.” 

You sat on the floor with your backs to each other, leaning on one another in Eddie's room. It was late and everything was quiet. Eddie is taking notes for his new DnD campaign while you both pass a joint back and forth. His body heat pressed up against you makes you feel at ease despite your current circumstances. You are wearing a pair of his sweatpants and a large “Dio'' T-shirt Eddie had lent you. 

Your mom kicked you out again. She does this often and you always end up at Eddie's trailer. He lets you vent about it and he always smokes you out. He wipes the tears from your face and welcomes you with open arms. Wayne was aware of the situation and never complained when you showed up on his doorstep. Eddie's trailer is where you go to get away from it all. You feel safe and at ease when you're with your best friend.

Your mother is a classic alcoholic. She takes a lot of her anger out on you and has for so long that it's just normalized. When she came home from work she couldn't find her cigarettes. She blamed you, saying you stole them. She threw an ashtray and a candle in your direction and you snapped. You screamed at her and slammed the door behind you. You took off on your bike before your mom could catch up to you. With tears in your eyes, you made your way to the “Forest Hills” trailer park as fast as your legs would let you.  

You and Eddie are close, maybe too close to be considered friends. When you showed up to Hawkins High on your first day in a leather jacket looking for the DnD club, he knew he had to have you. When he found out about your mom he became a bit defensive on your behalf. It didn't bother you, actually, you rather enjoyed having “scary dog privileges”. He made sure people didn't terrorize you at school. He would glare at and intimidate anyone who even tried to ruin your day. 

Dustin always asks when you two are going to "get together". With the perpetual fighting between you and your mom and the stress of school, you haven't found the time to gather your feelings for Eddie. Put them in words and organize your thoughts. He likes the same music as you, you both smoke weed and play DnD, wear similar clothes, and sometimes even sleep in the same bed together. You've been kidding yourself this whole time and you know it, you're in deep.

"I don't think you give yourself enough credit considering what you deal with." Eddie breaks the silence while scribbling in his notebook.

"You always say that." You huffed. 

"Yeah and I always mean it."

You're toying with a ballpoint pen with an unlit cigarette between your fingers. You remove the cap and cautiously inscribe letters on one side, trying your best not to puncture the paper. 

"Never knows best."

You stand up and plop down on his bed, you lay on your back and hang your head off the edge of the mattress. You admired Eddie’s face from upside down, how is he gorgeous from every angle? You carefully light the cigarette, Eddie looks up from his notebooks and notices the letters written on the side. He snatched the cigarette from your mouth.

"Hey! I barely got to know her!" You object as Eddie places it between his lips.

"If you never know best then neither do I." He says proudly. Smoke plumes from his mouth as he exhales. The letters started to burn with the paper. You part your lips slightly when Eddie returns the cigarette between them. You stare up at the ceiling, lost in reflection as Eddie returns to his scribbling.

Was the relationship with your mom even worth salvaging? Should you just cut your losses and take off? Where would you even go? Are you making a big deal out of this? It’s not the first time she's thrown you out and locked all the doors and windows.    

"Y'know...if you wanted to, you could stay here for a couple of weeks instead of a couple of nights. I don't think Wayne would mind. He enjoys your company and your cooking." Eddie suggests, and you sit up, the blood rushing to your head. It's like he could read your mind or something. 

"Really?! You sure I won't cramp your style." You ask as your eyes get wide.

"Yes, I'm sure. We can pick up some of your stuff tomorrow. " Eddie confirms.

"You’re gonna help me break into my mom's house? What would I do without you, Munson." You say with a relieved sigh.

"I dunno…What would you do without me?" He asks, smirk playing on his lips.

"Probably suffer even more than I already do."

Eddie smirks and grabs the metal flask sitting on the nightstand. "Do you remember that time I beat up your ex for flirting with Tammy Thompson at homecoming?" He asks and takes a swig, he hands it to you and you do the same.

"Yeah. He's still terrified of you." You say and throw back the burning liquid. Eddie always drinks whiskey, not that you mind. You've grown to enjoy the sweet aftertaste and the warm, fuzzy feeling it brings you.

"Remember when I said I would look out for you from then on?" He meets your gaze for the first time in a while. "I plan on keeping that promise. Even when it comes to your crazy mom." He says firmly. Your heart skips a beat, you’re at a loss for words.

Your face turns a few shades of pink. Your rebellious, reckless, best friend only shows this side of himself to you. He would leave you little notes in your locker to make you smile. You paired up for group projects in every class you shared. Eddie is your rock and you swear without him you'd be lost. Big bad Eddie "The freak" Munson is a total softie, but only when you're around. You feel like you wouldn't have survived school without him.

Eddie stands up and stretches his arms. “You hungry? Wanna order some pizza?” He asks and you nod. Eddie leaves the room to call in the order.  

The second he walked through the threshold you felt the sting of tears building in the corners of your eyes. You didn't want to cry or show emotions, so why is this happening? Soon the tears traveled down your cheeks. You don't often do this, usually, you can carry a lot without breaking down. When was the last time you cried and let out all your emotions? It's been quite a long time. 

When Eddie returns with a glass of water, but when he realizes your condition, he quickly puts the cup on the bedside table and immediately envelopes you in his arms. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what's with the waterworks? Everything is gonna be okay, I’m here. I got you.” He leans forward and whispers against your ear. He holds the back of your head, his hand threading through your hair. You slowly wrap your arms around his midsection and bury your face in his shoulder. Eddie loosens his grip and sits down facing you. He brings his hands to your face and cups your damp cheeks. You look back into his dark brown eyes trying to hold back any more tears. 

“Shhh, it's gonna be okay, Y/N.” He wipes away the emerging tears with his thumb and you take a hold of his wrists. You take a few deep breaths and Eddie breathes with you, he pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. Eddie places his hands on your knees and you wipe the remaining tears away with the back of your hand. 

“I’m so sorry…” You whisper shyly. Eddie simply smiles at you with the sweetest face you’ve ever seen. 

“Don't be, sweets. It’s my job.” He says softly and pulls you back in for another hug. These are times you question your feelings for him the most. Your heart skips a beat every time he calls you pet names, when he touches your face, and especially every time he hugs you tight. He’s the only one that knows you, he understands your situation, and he still genuinely enjoys being around you. Figuring out your feelings for Eddie has been difficult, to say the least. Every time you're sure you know what to say, the thought disappears the second you see his face or hear his voice. You think back to the first time you met Eddie. 

You were new to Hawkins and ended up getting lost in the hallways looking for the Hellfire Club room. A group of girls in cheerleader outfits gave you the wrong directions on purpose and you had no idea where you ended up. Eddie was walking with Dustin to his locker to grab his DnD books. You turned the corner too fast without paying attention and slammed right into Eddie’s chest, all his DnD stuff tumbled out of his arms and onto the floor. You apologized profusely even though he told you it was no big deal. They accompany you to the Hellfire club room, Eddie was losing his shit over the fact that you played and wanted to join his club. Afterward, Eddie drove you home, you two have been attached at the hip ever since.

Eddie's arms are loosely wrapped around your lower back. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, surrounded by the familiar scent of cheap cologne, cigarettes, and whatever shampoo he was using. You lift your head and meet his gaze, his face is so close you could feel his breath on your bottom lip. If you’re going to admit it, now's the time.

You lean forward slightly and brush your lips against his. When you pull away to examine his reaction, Eddie hooks a finger inside the collar of your borrowed t-shirt and pulls you back in for more. He cups your cheek, kissing you gently like he's afraid he might shatter your fragile state. Your hands are shaking and your face feels hot. You could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours. Each kiss was a long-awaited confession, each touch was an apology for lost time. Your mouth flush against his, tongues hot against each other. He tastes like whiskey and cinnamon gum.  

Eddie has been wanting to do this for so long. It always felt like the wrong time, or he ended up overthinking everything to the point of panic. His friends always tell him he gets stupid when you are around. There are times when Eddie lays awake at night thinking about this very moment. He constantly worries about where you are and if you’re okay.  

When you finally pull back breathlessly, he smiles and presses his forehead to yours. You both welcome the silence, just being in the presence of one another is worth so many words and emotions. You've never known such admiration so it's a bit daunting at first. Eddie is immediately hooked on your attention, it's like a drug he never wants to quit.

You both jump when you hear a knock at the front door. The pizza is here, Eddie quickly kissed the corner of your mouth and left to deal with the delivery driver. You take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. You just kissed, no, made out with your best friend. Your head is spinning and your hands are getting sweaty.

“Pizza is on the counter whenever you're ready,” Eddie says as he returns, a few shades of red spread across his cheeks and nose. He sits back down on the bed facing you and you swear your heart was going to burst through your chest. Eddie twists the metal rings around his fingers, something he only does when he's tense. 

“So..Uhm…okay, I’m just gonna say it, I promise I’m sober.” He breaks the silence and you give him a puzzled look. You tilt your head and Eddie takes your hand. “I don't even know where to start. You make my heart pound so fast that it's hard to catch my breath. Every time I see you I don't know how to act. You’re constantly on my mind and sometimes I think I’m going crazy wondering if you feel it too.” Eddie finally admits between shaky breaths. 

It took you a minute to process what he said to you. You take a deep breath and attempt to explain your feelings. “It feels like when you come around, my mouth locks tight, and the words I want to say are lost. I can't thank you enough for how often you take care of me. I always thought I was the one going crazy.”

You’ve always felt it. The day you met Eddie Munson was the day your life changed for the better. Sometimes he feels like the only good choice you’ve ever made. You lean forward once again and kiss him, hard. Eddie tucks some of your hair behind your ear gently, and his thumb brushes across your cheek. When you both break away for oxygen you stare back into his dark, hazy eyes.

“I love you, y’know that?” 

“Well, I do now. I love you too, Y/N”

Eddie peppers your face with kisses and you giggle. “Are you feelin’ a little better?” He asks softly and you nod with a permanent smile on your face. You never in a million years thought you’d be making out with Eddie Munson, let alone confessing your feelings for him. It felt good to lay everything out on the table, like a weight has been lifted off your chest. “Do you wanna come eat and watch Hellraiser with me?” His puppy eyes could persuade you to do anything.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you into the living room. You plop down on the couch and bring your knees up to your chest. He notices you cross your arms and start to shiver. “You cold? Shit, it is kinda cold in here, huh?” He asks, heading back into his room. He returns with a black hoodie and a lit joint in his mouth. 

You hug the hoodie to your chest, “Thank you, I’m sorry I steal your clothes so often.” You giggle and slip the hoodie on. Eddie hands you his joint and you take it, after such a tense and emotional confession you can finally relax. Eddie retrieves the pizza box and sets it on the coffee table. 

“It’s not a problem, besides, you look cute in my clothes.” He says with a wink, your face is getting warm again. Eddie opens the plastic case and inserts the video tape into the VCR. Eddie walks back over to the couch and plops down next to you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and quickly kisses the top of your head.

After some pizza and more cuddling, you ended up in Eddie's lap, fast asleep. The ending credits roll. He was playing with your hair, watching as you peacefully lay on your side, using his lap as a pillow. He’s just taking in the moment with you, and how sweet and peaceful you look. He doesn't want to wake you, but he thinks you’ll be much more comfortable under a blanket in his bed. 

Eddie rubs your shoulder and plants kisses behind your ear. “Hey sweet thing, wanna come to bed with me?” He whispers. You whine and he chuckles, “I know, I know but I promise it will be much more comfortable than this old couch.” You eventually sit up and Eddie takes your hand and leads you down the hallway to his room. You Immediately crawl under the covers and let out a yawn.

“You are so cute.” He says while lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” Your eyes have already shut, today was exhausting and you could use some rest. Eddie slips under the covers with you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He's so warm and you feel so secure in his arms. You never want to leave his bed because it's the happiest you’ve been in a long time. Eddie kisses your shoulder one last time and you both drift off to sleep. 

[lyrasfuneral]

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝟐 𝐆𝐎! | 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 ☆.

tw: mentions of drugs, liquor, smoking, killing, shooting, gang/crime syndicate affiliation, cursing, Ran’s under the influence in half of the fic (there’s no smut), and i THINK i mentioned cigarettes and pills.

category: fluff / funny/crackfic(??).

Ran knew you were hard to get. From the very first day he met you, he made a bet with himself to marry you. You were Takeomi’s younger sister, and since Mikey knew you, he had no problem with you coming to HQ.

Takeomi told Ran not to even engage with you, he’d be damned if Ran corrupted his little sister with this Bonten shit. Then there was Sanzu… who didn’t even mind. Each time Sanzu saw you he’d give you a small wave and keep going with his day.

“Excuse me.” Ran said, gaining your attention. “Yes?” You spun around on your heel, e/c eyes connecting with his purple ones. “You dropped this.” Ran hand you your keys with a smug smile. “Nice pick-up line, you could do better though.” You chuckled, walking out of the headquarters.

“Dumbass.” Sanzu snickered, covering his mouth as Rindou and Kakucho began giggling like little kids. “Shut up.” Ran scoffed, sitting in his seat. “No one told you to try and get our sister's attention. I’m sure she would’ve come back to get her keys.” Takeomi shrugged. “I think it’s funny,” Mikey said with a dead expression.

“W-Well, you could at least smile, boss.”

“What if I DON’T want to smile?”

“O-Ok…”

When you first met Mikey, you two instantly became friends. You liked hanging out with Mikey and your brothers, which is why you came to headquarters a lot.

But, that isn’t the focus. The focus is on you and Ran. The only encounters you two had was when he picked up your keys and when he introduced himself to you. You didn’t have an eye on anyone in Bonten. They were all dangerous, including your siblings. At least you can use them for your leverage. It’s like having scary dog privileges.

If you haven’t been in that type of situation before, thank whoever’s in a higher power. You were currently trying to put your keys into the keyhole of the door until someone grabbed you. “Stop struggling, bitch!” He yelled. “You seem like YOU’RE the one struggling!” Y/N hissed, punching the male in his gut.

You were doing good until a loud gunshot rang out. You thought you got hit, but that’s not why you fell and covered your ears though. You never did well with loud noises. That’s why you didn’t enjoy occasions where they were popped.

“Y/N, it’s Ran. Your brother’s coworker.” Ran said, trying to grab your attention. “What are you doing here-! You know what… Just come inside.”

“I have to get rid of him first, give me a second.”

You stayed inside by yourself for a good 30 minutes. That was enough time to calm yourself down and collect your thoughts. “I’m back,” Ran smirked, taking his gloves off. “Yeah… That’s cool. Why were you even there?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms. “Dunno. This is my usual route home. There’s only one car I know that’s F/C.” The man shrugged, causing you to scoff.

“Well… You’re not fucking Bruce Wayne so I don’t know if you want the key to the city or something.”

Ran’s smirk remained the same as he got closer to you. His eyes were low and full of whatever dirty thoughts were running through his mind. “I’d prefer a kiss.” He said, putting a finger on your chin as he gently lifted your head. “Oh? I’m sure you’re not a virgin. Here’s a tip— Go to the local club, right? Find a stripper and BOOM! A nice little kiss.” Y/N pulled away from Ran.

“Someone’s playing hard to get.” Ran scoffed, walking towards the door. “Thanks for saving me, Haitani. I’ll pay you back one day.” Y/N gave him an awkward smile as he left.

He didn’t expect you to repay him.

He didn’t know why he listened to the 4 of his coworkers. He shouldn’t have gotten drunk that night. Rindou knew his brother couldn’t control his liquor, but he was too drunk and high to even care.

2 bottles of Hennessy and like 5 blunts? Oh, best believe Ran was seeing double and hearing shit. “Ran, you’re sweating,” Kakucho said. “Take him hom- Where’s Rindou?!” Sanzu gawked, looking around the club. “Probably with some whore. I don’t know why he’d run off though, he’s our fucking ride!” Kokonui hissed, throwing money at the strippers. “‘M gonna go outside for a minute.” Ran said, voice falling on deaf ears.

He had never been this drunk/high in his life. He couldn’t even unlock his phone to call a taxi, uber, or Lyft. He was seeing double and his ears were constantly ringing.

Mikey would’ve killed him. Someone who can’t control their liquor or handle their high shouldn’t be in Bonten. What if an adversary came and shot him dead? Wait- Don’t think that- Now he’s crouching down in front of the club trying to shake his thoughts off.

“Ran..? Are you alright?”

“Who is that?” F/N looked toward Y/N with a confused expression. “He’s… my brother’s friend. Go home, I have to get him out of here.” Y/N shooed her friend away and shook Ran’s shoulder.

“Oh..? Y/N. I’m seeing shit, aren’t I? You’re probably Rindou.” Ran snickered to himself, letting his head fall back on the brick wall of the club. “Ran, it’s me. Y/N, ok? I have to get you out of here. You’re drunk… or whatever the hell is going on with you. Did you get drunk?” Y/N pushed Ran towards her car.

“Rindou… Take me home, fucking jackass…” Ran mumbled, falling into the passenger seat. “I’m not that conceited bastard! Takeomi’s already gonna be mad that I took you home!” Y/N slammed the car door in anger.

Once Y/N got in, Ran was drawing on the car window with his finger. “Ooooo… Rindou, I drew a butterfly- Kinda looks like Kokonoi, doesn’t it?” The two-toned male chuckled deviously, throwing his head back against the seat.

Y/N tried to ignore Ran and whatever the hell he was on, but he continuously got on her nerves by either turning up the radio, calling her Rindou or just talking shit about Kakucho.

“You know… Rindou. Takeomi’s sister’s super pretty. You want some nieces or nephews?” Ran asked, looking out of the window. “What are you gonna do? Fuck her and leave her?” Y/N jokingly snorted, turning her blinker on. “No. I’m gonna marry her and have a big family. I’ll steal her number out of Takeomi’s phone.” Ran plotted, smirking deviously.

“You’re really stupid, Ran.”

“You’re stupid too, Rindou.”

Y/N handed a water bottle to Ran, watching him fumble with the cap. “Drink it. Hopefully, it sobers you up.” Y/N tried her best not to laugh as Ran turned the radio up. “You know… Rindou, your car looks fuckin’ different. Reminds me of Y/N.” Ran said, feeling the car finally park.

Y/N had to drag Ran in and put him on the couch. “Rindou… Are we in a hotel? Looks expensive, if you break stuff and we gotta pay, I have Kokonoi’s card number memorized.” Ran said, laying on the couch. “Mhm, everything’s gonna be alright… Ok, Ran?” Y/N frowned, watching his eyes shut.

A blanket was placed over Ran’s body as Y/N kept a gloomy expression on her face. She ended up staying up until 5 AM watching some random show.

When Ran woke up, he was completely oblivious to the events that transpired, all he knew was that he was at YOUR house on YOUR couch when he was clearly at a club with his brother and friends. “Y/N-? Y/N, wake up.” Ran said, shaking you awake.

“Oh… I was supposed to wake up earlier and cook breakfast.”

“N-No… You don’t need to do that for me. Why am I here? Did I do something?” Ran asked, watching Y/N stretch in her seat. “I was out with my friend and saw you in front of the club looking like you were dying.” Y/N shrugged.

She ended up going into full detail on what he said, did, and acted. Ran instantly choked on his spit as Y/N stifled her laughter. “You’re easy to laugh at Ran. I don’t think you realize the things you do or say until someone expresses how they feel towards you.” Y/N said, taking a sip of orange juice.

“I do know what I say. I mean everything that comes out of my mouth, Y/N. I’m not some random guy who just fucks every bitch he comes across.” Ran said, getting closer to Y/N. “Is that right, Haitani?” Y/N smiled, feeling Ran wrap his arms around her.

“Yeah, it is.”

Ran leaned in for a kiss and Y/N pulled back. “You’re an idiot, Haitani! That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen since I and Senju hid Takeomi’s cigs. Thanks for the laugh.” The woman said, walking towards her bathroom.

“Shit… Do you need an Uber or do you want me to take you?”

“I’ll… just ask Rin to take me.”

Ran was so embarrassed that he waited outside for his brother to come— And let’s just say it took him a good 50 minutes to even get his older brother.

“What the hell happened last night? You look stressed!”

“I’ve got a long way to go, Rindou.”

“Dude, what the fuck are u talking about ☠️?”

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Basically, I wanna make a part two and upload way more diff fics, but I honestly might not be able to due to school :(

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