#are you a van or a part timer?

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Once again putting my whole ass into the Odyssey-San visual novel,, it’s a resource management and man. I have such a clear vision. Oughgh….

[midnightfangz]

There's something about silly cafe AUs that soothes my soul so much

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— along for the ride ☆

🐃 the tag team (co-writers): @joshlmbrt @swiss-mrs @mediocredreams 🩶

eddie x fem!reader

a/n: reading flight of icarus and finding out eddie is from tennessee REALLY husked my corn 🤠 also, this may or may not have been inspired by the bull fight scene in hoard

cw: daydream p in v sex, riding, eddie gets a hard on watching reader ride, innuendos, play on words

Stamina. Strength. Strategy. Safety. The Four Important S’s when it comes to bull-riding. 

‘Support’ is your unofficial fifth. You’ve generated quite the following after showcasing your riding skills at Whisky Jim’s every Saturday night, the ooohs and aaahs of your spectators filling the air as the spotlight drenches your cute… calculated… perspiring body. 

Bull-riding at the dive bar every weekend has become a favorite hobby of yours. It’s a perfect outlet for all the stress, the rough-and-tough of it all perfectly counterbalancing your slow-as-snails, but somehow busy and draining 9 to 5. Riding gave you something to look forward to.

“Look at her go,” an onlooker coos in admiration. “She’s got life by the goddamn horns.”

You toss your head back, glossy lips parted in excitement as the crowd’s appreciative hoots and whistles filled the air.  You could get used to this. You have gotten used to this.

Even with the world at your feet, things were starting to get boring again. And you are constantly craving something wild, something new. Something or someone that will make like the bull by sweeping you off your feet and taking you out for a spin.

Someone like Eddie Munson, perhaps.

Eddie isn’t sure what drew him… here out of all places. But something about the rowdiness compels him as he climbs out of his van, Halen and into the bar, boots scuffing the hard wooden floor. But the flight-risk metalhead is determined to find out, itching for adventure as he saunters with feigned confidence into the southern saloon. 

He flags down the closest bartender, a country heartthrob of a man with black hair and blue eyes. The Casanaova places a coaster down in front of him as Eddie steps up to the plate. “What’ll ya be havin’?”

“Anything local,” Eddie replies, more of a question, unsure of what exactly is available. “Anything hoppy.”

“Bottle or Tap?” the man follows up after a curt nod, mindlessly running a hand over his thick mustache.

“Tap. Pint, please.”  

The bartender gives another nod before disappearing to fulfill Eddie’s request. Meanwhile, the outcast takes this short window of time to look up and down the bar at the different patrons. 

All from different walks of life. But all here for presumably the same reason.Whisky Jim’s is decently packed, but for the most part, the crowd is congregated either in booths, at tables, or in the middle of the floor.

A glass is placed onto the coaster. The same deep country twang effectively regains Eddie’s attention.

“Wanna start a tab, brother?” The older man asks with a polite grin, eyes crinkling up at the sides as he does. 

Eddie offers a polite smile in return.

“Uh, sure. Thanks.” 

The bartender studies him intently this time, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“First timer?”

 Eddie clears his throat uneasily, kicking at the peanut casings at his feet to avoid contact with the John Wayne of a man that was in front of him.

“Obvious?” 

The man cackles at Eddie, the slight patronization of the old-timer’s demeanor making him want to evaporate. But the amused blue eyes and downturned smile indicates it’s all in good fun, much like his uncle Wayne who always liked giving him a hard time whenever he made himself too small. 

“Son, you couldn’t stick out further if you were a dog’s balls.” 

A fellow bartender laughs at the man’s remark. Then Eddie joins in. It was pretty funny. 

“You just don’t really look like the kind to be into square dancin’, is all,” the bartender remarks as he narrows his eyes at Eddie. Eddie shrugs and takes a sip of his beer, slightly wincing as the first sip hits him.

“Well, you’re not wrong. Just thought I’d explore a bit outside of my usual.” 

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Eddie.”

“Greg.” The bartender gives him his hand to shake. “You from around here or you comin’ from outta town?” 

“Hawkins.” 

“Not too far from home then. And it seems you came on a good night.” 

And as if on cue, the crowd towards the middle of the building erupts in cheers. Eddie briefly glances over his shoulder in the general direction before turning back to Greg with a curious head tilt.

“What’s happening?” 

Greg nods his head over in the direction of the crowd.

“Bull Ridin’ Night.”

Your thighs are wrapped around the firm leather seat as you’re whisked around in one fluid motion. You turn to give your rapt audience a wink. The crowd eats up your presence, evident by the adorn kisses they blow your way. You buy into the theatrics, pretending to catch them before putting them in your back pocket for later. It only riles the audience up more.

“They bring that thing out on Saturdays,” Greg explains. “Between the Karaoke Nights and the Hoedowns, Bull Ridin’ is one of the most popular.”

 Eddie tries another glance in that direction, but due to the crowd, he doesn’t have the best view of who is actually riding.

 “You gon’ give it a try?”

 Eddie’s head whips back around to the older man to find a teasing smirk on his face. Eddie shakes his head.

“I… don’t think so.” He chuckles. “I’m not the most balanced or coordinated person.” He admits that with a grimace and another sip of his Hawkins Pale Ale. 

“I’m just teasin’ ya, boy. HEY!” Greg whistles at the bartender next to him. “Who’s up there now?” 

 The coworker throws a quick glance over their shoulder before replying. There’s a bashful smirk when they reply, 

“Who do you think?” 

The crowd erupts again, cheers and whistles alike. Who else gets this kind of crowd engagement? No one else other than you, of course. 

“Looks like my girl is up there breakin’ hearts again.” Greg lets out a soft laugh. 

Eddie gulps as his breathing shallows. A girl? Up there? On that thing?

Eddie, once again, nearly strains his neck trying to get a glimpse of the rider. When he fails, Eddie turns back to the bar, downing the final quarter of his pint, before looking back at Greg.

“Fetch me a bottle for the road, yeah?”

 Greg issues him a chuckle, grabbing the empty glass and handing him a bottle version of that very ale, while Eddie sets off on his curiosity journey to the middle of the floor.

“Boys will be boys.” Greg’s female coworker remarks with sassy pursed lips.

Eddie closes in on the crowd,  slipping through the few empty spaces between the onlookers with half-assed ‘Excuse me’s. Though no one was paying him any mind. And when he settles by the barrier, just a mere two rows behind, he finally gets the perfect view of you.

Eddie couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his face at the sight of you working the crowd. He watches as you give a practiced flick of your hips to get the crowd going and the enticing jiggle of your breasts under your tight shirt. Drew in Eddie’s eyes like a laser beam. The thin material was stretched taut, giving a hint of the perfect tits underneath as you arched your lower back and thrust your chest forward to keep your balance. 

“Christ,” he exhales sharply, in awe of your natural performance, the boisterous, unpredictable gravity of the machine whirling you around as you wrestle to hold on. 

His eyes drink in the sight of the soft, rounded curve of your ass that peeked out of the bottom of your faded Daisy Duke’s as you lean forward to steady yourself in the saddle.

WHOOSH!

The bull jerks sideways and you flex your thighs and circle your hips in the saddle to keep yourself astride. The plush skin of your upper thighs press tightly against the seat and your upper body sways in rhythm with the bull’s movement. 

You were born to ride.

“That’s how you do it, Indiana!” a spectator hoots in adoration as you cling on for dear life. “That’s how you do it!”

You give a deep roll of your hips to meet the thrust of the machine, causing Eddie to run the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip before sucking in a shaky breath. Your hips… the way they roll… is almost hypnotic, and Eddie’s brown doe eyes can’t help but linger on the sliver of skin that peeks out, black, intricate swirls of cyber-sigilism that tease him slightly. 

Fuck.

“God, she’s so pretty…” he thinks to himself. “And she knows how to ride.”

Eddie’s eyes trail to the white of your knuckles, his own fingers gripping the bottle of his beer when his eyes slide up your arm and land on your face.

The front of his pants start to feel uncomfortably tight. Eddie adjusts himself as discreetly as he could, but even the soft brush of his fingers against the strained denim causes  him to hiss under his breath.

“Ride it, cowgirl!” an audience’s comment centers Eddie once again. “LET ‘EM KNOW!”

The way you matched the bull’s gyrations and anticipated its every move made him weak in the knees, and as he watched you swirl your hips in the saddle like a modern day Annie Oakley he couldn’t help but wish it was him straddled between your shapely thighs instead. 

As Eddie stood there watching, the dull roar of the crowd faded into the background. At that moment it was just you and him. 

In his mind he’s already lassoed you to his bed; and you’re sat astride him like a cowgirl in your saddle, hands splayed on his chest for balance as you lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock. And you’d bite down on your plush lower lip and let out a soft moan as you sank down onto him slowly, taking your time and adjusting to his size. 

“Oh, Eddie,” he could almost hear you purring. “It’s so big.”

And he’d chuckle with false modesty and rub a hand tenderly along your thigh as if to soothe the delicious stretch of his thick girth.Then once you adjusted, you’d move, meeting each unpredictable roll of his hips with your own as you mastered the rhythm of your very own long-haired bucking bronco.

And he’d be gripping you tight with each deep thrust, pistoning, plowing himself into you while watching his cock disappear into your slick pussy over and over with each forceful snap of his hips. And with every strained mewl he milks out of you he’d press you down by the hips and drill into you further, your weak cunt just about ready to tap out on top of him. This handsome bull’s sure a challenge, you’d be thinking to yourself. Eddie is a ride you wouldn’t be able to survive.

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The crowd disperses when the show is over. Eddie stands a bit straighter when you finally leave the middle of the floor, eyes darting towards the plush smirk that your soft lips create. If it’s even possible, he thinks you look even more heavenly. He’s sure you don’t even realize what you’re doing to him. 

Little does he know that for you, he’s taken that same effect. You’ve grown so accustomed to everyone here that a new face has captured your attention. And you felt him staring at you, with a gaze so impassioned that you just about almost lost your footing up there. But you pulled it off real well, attempting to shake off the redirection in the form of a dramatic bounce of your tits.

It perplexes you. A man making you that nervous? Up until late, it’s become rather unheard of. You want to know this man and see for yourself what his energy is all about.

Eddie finds himself fixing his appearance when he notices your legs striding over, clearing his throat as his palm slides over the stubble that he had been trying to grow. 

“You know it’s kinda rude to stare the way that you do,” you remark.

“How so?” Eddie challenges. “Everyone else is doing it. What makes me different from everybody?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” you smile at him.

Eddie shifts his weight onto the counter, bringing the bottle up to his lips, taking another gulp. His eyes dart everywhere -- the metal buckle of your belt, the skin that was shiny with dried sweat, your hands that tap at the sticky countertop of the bar, the way your lips wrap around the tip of your bottle and the liquid that slips out and down your chin that he greedily wanted to tongue away. 

“Funny,” you observe. “I’m here every Saturday and I’ve never once seen your face.”

He thinks he’s looking over at an angel, really, heart beating faster when he realizes it’s him that you’d made an effort to come up to. Made an effort to get to know.

“Interesting that you saw me.”

“I see everything from up there. And you’re a newcomer, I can tell. Sticking out like a sore thumb in the best way.”

You invite him into your energy, closing up the distance between the two of you with a graceful stride in his direction.

“You were amazing,” Eddie says to you. “Really know how to put on a show, cowgirl.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie insists. “Spotlight loves you. Killer crowd engagement as well.”

“You a performer too?”

“Depends who’s asking.”

“Mmm, I don’t know…” you sigh dreamily. “Just a fellow performer lookin’ for some tips and pointers.”

Not much needs to be said to know that you two ache for each other, judging by how the intimate dive bar grows non-existent for as long as you two are captured in the forcefield of each other. Eddie thinks that there would be absolutely nothing better than giving you some pointers, his hand leaving the bottle, some of the liquid sloshing around the precipitating glass, heart pounding in his ears as he nods quickly. One rowdy night wouldn’t hurt anybody, he thinks to himself. And it’s very apparent that, the stunner that is you, wants take him for a spin.

“So what do you say, cowboy?” you cock an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t we ride off into the sunset, just you and me?”

dividers by: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more @saradika @mikeykuns

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Like Betta Fish Do Part 26

WC 1478, Masterpost CW: Canon typical violence, Aftermath of torture

“It’s Danny. They took Danny,” Babs murmured into the comms.

Dick’s heart skipped a beat.

“Basement or subfloor,” she continued, passing the information along to those of them who had been able to slip away in the chaos.

Dick burst out into the roof, still tugging up one of the hidden zippers on his uniform. He flung himself off the roof without hesitation. “I saw Danny twenty ago. They can’t have taken him far.”

“Twelve,” Cass chimed in.

Twelve was even better.

“Oh God, I just saw the timer,” Babs whispered. “We don’t have—”

“Hey, fish,” Jason’s voice came across the line.

Dick almost missed his grapple as he rushed lower to try and see any suspicious vehicles.

“Tim, city power—”

“Working on it,” Tim ground out, cutting Babs off in a way he normally wouldn’t.

“Forty-five seconds!”

“I can’t do it in that! I’m trying—”

A hitched breath. “I do. I'm sorry.”

Then screaming.

The lights flared and then cut out in one of the smaller office buildings crouched in Wayne Enterprises’ shadow.

Dick twisted and flew towards it. Another black shadow joined him in flight.

The comms were painfully quiet and then filled with a burst of chatter. Dick reached up and brushed his off as he landed on top of a cliché white van with a purposeful thump. Before the blue faced goon had even finished turning towards the noise he was unconscious.

Silently, efficiently, Cass and him worked through henchmen, dodging guns and tasers. That had to be how they took Danny. Dick remembered how the other froze up being shocked with his escrima sticks. Remembered how—

Now Danny had been electrocuted again.

Of all the ways for Danny to die…

Dick left Cass to finish off the room and stalked deeper into the basement. He didn’t try to be quiet. He wanted them to find him. He wanted them to try and stop him. They had killed Danny, the guy who had made Jason so happy, who stood up to Nightwing, who smiled and laughed and tried so hard to live!

Who made his little wing want to live.

Dick wanted them to try and stop him.

He slammed open another door. The room had barely any light from the squat narrow windows.

A chair was in the center of the room.

A body was in it.

Dick choked out a name. “Danny—”

And then Danny moved.

-

“Danny?!” The voice sounded small, choked off, but Danny knew it.

No, villains were involved, that meant it was the one with wings instead.

“Heeey Nightwing,” Danny said. He tried to raise his head to look at the other, but it just lolled back on his weak neck. He was left blinking up at the ceiling. All of him felt like jelly. “I have had… a shockingly bad night. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.”

Nightwing ran across the floor of the warehouse, footsteps loud in the flooded water. “Holy shit Danny, how are you alive?”

“Mmm been killed once by electricity before, ‘m immune now.”

“Yeah, no, Danfish” Nightwing said. His voice and hands both shook as he undid the ropes binding Danny’s wrists. “Pretty sure that’s not how that works.”

“Is too.”

“Is not.”

“Is with me,” Danny slurred. He tried, desperately, to stay sitting upright when the ropes around his chest were undone, but he was still in that jelly state and slumped forward into Nightwing who, thankfully, caught him. “Hey, think I’m gonna get a new set of Lichtenberg scars out of this?”

The arms around him tightened almost painfully before they relaxed. “Don’t know little fish. Guess we’ll have to see at the hospital.”

“No!” Danny tried to struggle against Nightwing as fear gripped him. “No hospitals.”

“Danny. You were just electrocuted— very publicly electrocuted, we have to get you checked out.”

Danny clung to Nightwing. “Nooo… they’ll know and they’ll want to cut me open and that can’t happen—”

“Danny, hey, it’s okay, we won’t let anyone do that to you,” Nightwing soothed. He held Danny’s face in between his hands, making Danny look at him. “We won’t let anyone else hurt you tonight. How about we call in a doctor we trust to the hospital. Is that okay?”

“They won’t tell?”

“Never. She’s always looked out for us, all of us. She’s patched us all up plenty, even Red Hood. Please? We’ll all worry otherwise and there will be more questions.”

Danny nodded, feebly, in the other’s grip. “Okay. Okay, I’ll go if she’s the one. Get the… the case, the ecto.”

He didn’t want anyone to worry about him. Fuck, had he scared them? He bet he had. He’d been a little scared himself. He didn’t want to be dead dead yet.

Things were just getting good.

“I have him,” Danny heard Nightwing say as the other man scooped him up. He pressed his ear to the chest, relaxing at the rumble of the words. “I have him and he’s alive.”

-

Two Face was saying something. Laughing at him, applauding him. Jason couldn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear anything but Danny’s screaming.

The TV was nothing but static.

Jason was aware, distantly, of the bomb being pulled off the hostages. Of Bruce having to hold back Damian from leaping at Two Face. Of the mayor pulling Bruce back from doing the same. Of another window shattering as Red Robin came through and the Bats descended on the henchmen scattered throughout the room.

Jason could still hear Danny screaming.

Screaming and static.

He lunged.

He was on Two Face before anyone could stop him. The man’s head hit the ground with a sickening thunk. Jason didn’t care. He started punching. He felt the delicate bone under that shocked yellow eye give under his fist. He swung again and again. Two Face clawed at Jason, but he didn’t stop— not until Bruce pulled Jason off the rogue and into his arms.

Jason curled into the hold like he was fourteen and small again. He clung to Bruce with cracked and bleeding knuckles and sobbed. He needed to stop, to pull himself together, to…

“…need to find him. Bruce, I need to find him!”

“Maybe we should let the others,” Bruce murmured. He ran a hand through Jason’s hair.

“No, I need to—” Oh. Bruce thought Danny had to be dead. He could be. He might be. But there was a chance that he wasn’t. And Jason’t couldn’t— “I need to.”

Bruce was silent before he sighed, softly. “Alright, Jaylad, let’s—”

The chatter in their comms that Jason hadn’t even been listening to. Hadn’t been able to listen to, went silent.

“Repeat?” It was Cass who asked, her voice small and demanding.

Barbara reached over and passed him her phone, using it as a cover for what they heard next.

“I have Danny,” Dick said. “I have Danny and he’s alive.”

“Damian, stay with Barbara,” Bruce ordered, already running.

Bruce and Jason took off through the aftermath of the hostage situation, dodging the crowd and downed goons, police and reporters.

“Nightwing,” Bruce urged into the comms.

“He’s alive and conscious but very out of it,” Dick said and continued before there could be any more questions. “Agent A, we need the doctor at the hospital. Call her and then head there yourself. You need to bring a case from inside the Cave. It’s in with the old training equipment, behind the dummies. The case is metal with a green ghost drawn on top.”

The ectoshots. Dick had remembered the ectoshots.

“Right away,” Alfred’s cool tone came across the comms.

“Nightwing,” Bruce said again.

“Not now. Just… fuck, B, he’s alive,” Dick said. Jason could hear the near heartbreak in his brother’s voice. The growing sound of ambulance sirens couldn’t cover it. “Just get here. The Jasper building.”

Jason’s slick dress shoes skidded on the damp concrete as they made it out the back door of the building. The flashing lights were already visible. The fog drenched buildings seemed to glow with them. Danny was so close and they still had failed him.

A police officer stepped forward to stop them as they came around a corner. Bruce intercepted the bracing arm and pushed it back; it gave Jason enough room to rush past and towards the ambulance. Paramedics and police were crowded around it. Nightwing was standing guard.

Jason shoved past them all.

Danny.

He slid to his knees and clutched at Danny where the other was sat on the back of the ambulance.

“Danny.”

“Hey, dead boy. I guess… I guess you get to keep your nickname still. Not mine yet,” Danny rasped behind the oxygen mask.

Jason choked out a laugh against his will. He buried face against Danny’s neck and squeezed the other tighter. He didn’t manage to hold back his tears. “Yeah, guess I do, fish.”

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AN: *jazz hands* See! It's going to be fiiiiiiiiiiine.

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Starring: love ˙✧˖📷 ⋆｡ ˚

actor!jeonghan x fem!reader

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Summary: You always had trouble finding love, but that never bothered you as you like to be independent. You had opened a cafe on Main Street all by yourself and was things were going great without a boyfriend so you simply thought “who needs a boyfriend anyways?” ? But that changed once you had met the man of everyone’s dream, Yoon Jeonghan.

Notes: I'm finally cured from write block, and I felt like writing something else besides "Puppy Love' but dont worry I haven't abandoned it, like I promised it's coming back in may but till then please enjoy this short series!

Warnings: Cursing and thats really it…

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"Order for Michaela!" Your voice boomed over the chattering of your customers. It was a Friday and you hadn't had the least of doubt that it was going to be busy that morning. You opened up a cozy cafe on Main street with your best friend, Lee Seokmin, who you've known since Highschool, and your part timers, Kim Chaewon and Lee Sohee who have also been with you since the store had first opened. "y/n I'm gonna clock out in a bit ok?" Chaewon taps on your shoulder and you give her a slight nod. You continue to serve and take orders till closing time, were you, Seokmin, and Sohee were closing up the shop. "Imma head out first, see ya'll tomorrow!" Seokmin flashes his signature golden smile while walking out the front door, waving us goodbye. You and Sohee finish cleaning up the cafe shortly after Seokmin's depature and make your way towards your apartment complex "You know Yoon Jeonghan?" Sohee speaks up "No..?" You reply "Of course you don't your a fuckin old hag" Sohee says with a sigh, continuing to scroll through his phone "God, you kids are so disrespectful now a days" You scoff, grabbing a hold of his neck and tug at the back of his neck, causing him to yell out in pain "thats what you get you brat" you chuckle, Sohee takes a few steps away from you, for safety measures. "But like I was saying, He's apparently coming to New York to film a drama" He says, a hint of excitement laced through his voice "Sohee, New York is big, what are the possibilities that he's going to be filming anywhere near main street?" Sohee lets out a sigh at your down putting response "Wow thanks alot." His tone sarcastic. You both make it to your apartment complex before parting ways. You open the door to your apartment and immedtaly throw your bag to the side and remove your shoes. Your quick to change into your pajamas and brush you teeth etc. You got into bed, ready to go to sleep when your phone buzzes. "He might start filming this week" Read the text Sohee had sent you. You let out a "tsk" in response and simply send him a thumbs up emoji before heading to bed.

The next morning you changed into your usually work attire, a simple white button up with a pair of cream colored dress pants. You wear your favorite pair of white sneakers and grab your bag before leaving your apartment. Once you make it to the front of your apartmen Sohee is already outside, waiting for you. Sohee lives only a few stories apove your apartment, which was also how you had met him before the opening of your cafe. You and Sohee begin the short walk over to your cafe. Both you and Sohee's phones light up from a text sent in your groupchat. "What the hell is going on" Chaewon had sent with a photo of a bunch of vans and camera and people crowding main street "What's happening?" Sohee only shrugs in response as you continue your way to work, only a little faster this time. Once you had arrived at the cafe both Chaewon and Seokmin rushed up to the two of you "Whats going on?" Sohee asks, glaring over at the chaos to the left of the cafe "I think there filming something" Seokmin says, pointing out that the people who were rushing around were all wearing shirts that read "Staff" on the back. With that, Sohee gasps, catching you all off guard "Yoon Jeonghan!" He shrieks and you all whip your head over towards the set to see a beautiful man with long luscious black hair that reached down to about his shoulder and a tall and slender build. His aura soft yet powerful, his delicate features complimenting everything about him. “Wow.." he truly looked like an angel. "god he's beautiful" Chaewon's mouth basically hanging open as she watches the beautiful man "I told you!" Sohee shakes you out of your trance. "Ok guys let's just open up the shop, alright?" You fumble through your bag to find the keys to the store.

Today was even more busy then it had been yesterday and the four of you definitely all knew why. Yoon Jeonghan. But you didn't mind, after all it was just bring you in more money. The day went by quickly, people rushing in and out, customers complaining, and so one. Basically another normal day just five times more hectic. You begin to clean up around the store when you hear the bells from the front door go off "Welcome!" You shout, turning your customers service voice back on. You place the broom down and turn around, your eyes widen at the site in front of you. Yoon Jeonghan simply standing there, glancing over the menu above you. His hair put up into a ponytail, his bangs slightly coming undone in front of his face. You quickly fix yourself before rushing over to the cashier "What would you recommend?" His fixes his glance down to you, making eye contact. You immediately look down towards the register, feeling flustered. "Depends on what you like" You shrug, clearing your throat and looking back up at him and he nods "Maybe something sweet?" He says "How about a Vanilla latte?" You suggest "I'll take whatever you suggest" The beautiful man says, a small smirk on his lips. "Alright that will be $4.45" The man pulls out his card and hands it to you, which you swipe it through the reader "Your order will be out in a few minutes" You flash him a smile and he returns it "Take your time" You immediately get to work on his order when Chaewon and Sohee both come rushing to your side from the supply room "No way that just happened" Chaewon grabs onto your arm all giddy. "I think he wants you" Sohee giggles, shaking you for the second time today "Ya'll are too much, just go finish closing up" You roll your eyes and the two giggle before rushing off into the back. You place the cap on his order and place it on the pick-up table "Sir your order is ready" You call out and his head snaps up from his phone. He gets up and picks up the coffee giving you a smile "Thank you" his voice so sweet your heart was filled with warmth "Of course, please enjoy!" You return the smile. You watch as he walks towards the door and you turn back around to turn off the lights "Oh and also sorry for the bother outside" You turn around and Jeonghan is still standing there by the door. He points outside to the Vans and people by the side of your cafe "Don't worry about it, good luck on your shoot" Jeonghan takes one more look towards your before heading out. You turn off the lights and pack up. Once you walk out Sohee is there again, waiting for you "god he's so beautiful.." You let out a sigh, sensing a rant coming up "And first of all, This was the first time I've ever seen you flustered in like what 4 years which is actually insane" And just like that Sohee's rant began "I was so shocked you like never show any emotions besides like anger and just being calm I guess.” Sohee pauses and look at you for a second "I mean I'm not calling you some heartless freak but you kinda are" You roll your eyes at the kids honest statement "AND the way he looked at you, HELLO? That shit was for sure love at first sight" Sohee giggles like a middle school fangirl at the last part "Ok bud.." You say with sarcasm and he laughs "No I'm being serious, he was definitely tryna get your attention" Sohee begins once again "I'll take whatever you suggest" Sohee says, mimicking what Jeonghan had said earlier "I mean come on, he was definitely flirting" Sohee scoffs a bit at your at your very little knowledge of romance "First of all, I wasn't flustered and second he wasn't flirting he literally just didnt know what to get" You say but Sohee shakes his head. The two of you reach your apartment complex and say your goodnights before heading your separate ways. You enter your apartment and get ready to sleep, the thoughts of earlier replaying in your head and you giggle at the thought of what Sohee had said "What the hell.." You mumble to yourself. "What's up with you today?' You thought to yourself but you were to tired to think to much of it and just went to bed.

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[remuslupingf]

Dustin, whose your friend? II

E.M

Eddie Munson x shy!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluff, shy reader, anxious reader, nice eddie, dnd

Part I

You hear Eddie before you see him. You just have time to give yourself a once over in the mirror before you open your door, and hop down the steps to your house. Eddies sat there in his van, waiting for you. When he sees you, he grins and jumps out. He runs to the passenger side to open the door for you.

“M’lady,” he says, while bowing you into the van. You smile and pat his head while climbing up into your seat.

Eddie had been teaching you how to play dnd and tonight was the first time you would partake in a real campaign. With real players. With people you know. You were beyond nervous.

“It's gonna be fine baby! They were all first timers once! And we never judged them or made fun of them. We're gonna have so much fun.” He says while smiling at you.

“Okay, if you say so.” You answer quietly. He takes your hand and kisses it, making you smile. He knew you could get in your head about things. That was fine, as long as he could bring you back out to him. Only he knew how to talk sense into you.

You arrived at the school, and he hopped out fast so he could get your door for you. He loved doing that. Being able to do things boyfriends do for their girlfriends. He was the kind of guy who took pride in being a real gentleman. Someone who you could brag about to your girlfriends. 

“Hey guys!’ You hear behind you. Of course Dustin is here early to set up. 

“Hey Dusty! Are you excited? The start of a new campaign should be pretty epic.” You gush to him, hoping that you don't sound like an idiot.

“I know! The guys and I are so excited you're gonna play with us. It's gonna be legendary.” Dustin smiles at you, while helping Eddie unload some of the equipment he would need for the campaign. Apparently Eddie has spent some money on some new props. 

You help them bring in the boxes to the drama room. What the hell was in here? They were so heavy. You set down your box as soon as Eddie had unlocked the door. You were starting to get more nervous than excited. What surprise did Eddie have in store? No one knew.

“HOLY SHIT” you hear Dustin yell. You whip around, to see him with an open box in front of him. Before you could think, Eddie was behind him, holding his hand to Dustin's mouth.

“Dammit henderson. You weren't supposed to open that. Do not tell anyone. Alright?” Eddie says, while slowly dropping his head.

Dustin slowly nods, mouth agape. “I won't tell, but how they hell did you pay for those?” he asks.

“Just renting them for the campaign, they gave me a deal too, they know Wayne.” Eddie says smugly.

You take a step closer, trying to sneak a peek at what is in the box. Before you get any closer, Eddie has you by the shoulders, spinning you around. “Let's go look over here angel, I’ll let you sit on my throne.”

—---

Now that Dustin knew about the secret, he got to help set up the surprise and you had to wait in the hallway. Before you knew it, the other members started to show up.

“Hey! We didn't know you were staring tonight.” Garett said when he and Jeff walked up to the drama room.

Before you could reply, Jeff pointed to the door, “Is Eddie not here yet? I have a spare key so we can get in.” He says, starting to take his backpack off so he can grab the key.

“No! Eddie and Dustin are setting up a surprise so we have to wait for them to let us in.” You tell them. They lean on the wall with you, making small talk. Some more members showed up, while you and Garett explained why the door was closed.

The collective group were all curious and excited for what was to come. Some had guesses, none very realistic. You explained whatever it was, had fit into 5 cardboard boxes. Before the group could start theorizing, the door creaked open. The lights were off. That wasn't normal was it? You look at Garett and he looks just as confused as you feel.

He pushes the door the rest of the way open. There's a break in the dark light. A deep red is emanating from Eddie's throne. Suddenly the floor fills up with smoke, where the hell had Eddie gotten a smoke machine? But that wasn't it. Once everyone was through the door, a menacing sound came from unseen speakers. Holy shit. Is this what hellfire was always like? 

As the music rose, the lights got brighter, and Eddie stepped out from behind his throne. He was grinning like a maniac. Once he sat, everyone raced to their designated seats so they could start. You found an empty chair next to Dustin. You smiled at him and sat down, pulling out your folder that Eddie helped you work on. You were so excited to see what was going to happen. It was comforting that you had the help of your party.

Throughout the campaign, the music flows with the energy of the campaign. How had Eddie orchestrated this so perfectly? He was an amazing Dungeon Master. There came a point where your character was the only one who could save the party. This was up to you to save them. You stood at the end of the table, facing Eddie. You were shaking the D20 in your hands, praying that you got enough to take down the thessalhydra that had attacked your group. 

You looked around the table, at your friends who were counting on you. You looked at Eddie, who was staring at your hands. Usually he would stare down the saviour of the campaign, but he wanted you to do well. He needed you to. Because if you didn't, would you still want to go to hellfire permanently? 

You let go of the die, crossing your fingers. You couldn't look. What if it wasn't enough to save the party? Would the campaign be over? It would be all your fault. They'd never invite you back-

“FUCK YEAH” Garrett screams while everyone cheers and celebrates. You looked down. You had just taken down the monster, saving the party, and ending the progress of the campaign for the night. 

You stood there shocked, with your mouth open. You turn to look at Dustin, who is mirroring your expression. You both stare at each other. “FUCK YEAH” you both yell while putting your arms in the air. You did it!! Everyones cheering for you. The party has a group hug, with you in the middle. You get a glimpse of Eddie, who is smiling from ear to ear. 

After all the commotion had died down, the group rushed to Eddie, asking him if they could rent the lights, smoke machine, and speakers again for next week. Eddie pretends to think about it, before yelling out “Of course we can, are you kidding me? That's the best session we've ever had.”

The magic of the night had affected them all. They had all been playing for years, but this felt like dnd reinvented. It was like they all fell in love with it for the first time again. It was magic. And Eddie had created that. They worshiped him for it. 

Before you knew what you were doing, your feet carried you to Eddie's throne. You threw your arms over him and kissed him. Eddie was shocked. Was he that good that you kissed him in front of EVERYONE? He didn't think much more than that because his brain literally stopped working.

You broke apart, instantly getting shy. What did you just do? It was only your second date! What if he thought you were easy? Before you could think much more, Eddie pulled you in for another kiss. Pulling you out of your head and back to him. 

[hrast-ika]

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can you please link any of your marked for later that your excited to read?

ok let me scroll down that thing (i forgot most of them so i have to refresh my memory)

oh the author who's two fics i recommended in previous ask posted a new one!! so that's one for sure - Same as it ever was *has immediate tmnt03 SAINW flashbacks bc of the name* and another time loop one- One more time with feeling The Roronoa fruit (turns out i had this one in here for YEARS) Retrograde (what can i say, i am a sucker for amnesia fics) Shard island (this is a VERY long one and it's post Wano (an arc i have yet to read) but it seems interesting) Family man (what i can gather from the description and tags it's about the suffering of Mihawk, who has to deal with zoro and perona - In which Mihawk and Perona help Zoro deal with his Feelings on Kuraigana.) come on, come on (turn a little faster) (The one where everyone thinks they’re dating, Sanji is oblivious, and Zoro takes everything in stride.) so tell me when (you are gonna let me in) (Or, five nights they talked, and the one night they confessed.) Getting to know you (i have been on many missions to find fics that include Zeff as well, and this is one of them aka 'meeting the parent' trope) Who's gonna love me now? (Zoro thought for a moment. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “You confuse me.”) To argue and to cherish (On a small island, on a lovely night full of music and fun and food, Zoro and Sanji accidentally get married) The melody of missing you (The journey to Wano leaves Zoro with far too much time to think about how he really feels about Sanji's departure.) The annoying thing about happy endings (another one with Zeff in it) you know i want you (so what's the hold up) (Or, five times they almost kiss and the one time they do.) Clearly i have your back (sanji gets injured protecting zoro's back) go back to sleep (i think i read this one already but i can't remember for sure so i wanna read it again) Curbside (modern au, roadtrip au, going merry is Usopps's van, held together by duct tape) Part timer (another long one and Zeff just wants grandkids. He’s too old for this bullshit anyways.) Recite your vows (Or, a story of two oblivious idiots who had no idea that they had been married all along.) Double or nothing (It starts, as so many things do with them, with a stupid bet.)

this took a whole hour to put together... the list is just so so very long. and tbh i am always on a look out for new ones so if any of you have any good ones (sfw, can also be gen, pre-slash) to recommend i would love to hear that

[hotluncheddie]

New anon here... I've been thinking about the government shoving Eddie into witness protection without letting him say goodbye to the rest of the group, which is a real bummer Steddie-wise because they were definitely headed towards something. So Eddie is like, in the suburbs of Chicago or somewhere under the new name Nathan Edwards or something, gets a slave wage job at a Scoops Ahoy, and proceeds to eat his feelings.

A couple years later, Steve is passing through the area, sees the Scoops, and thinks what the hell, he's doing pretty well for himself these days at whatever "fuck you dad I can make it on my own" career he ended up choosing, he can go in and tip some fresh outta high school kid the way he'd always appreciated back in his Starcourt days. And wow, the guy behind the counter definitely isn't a teenager, but he does look familiar...

:0 anon!!!!!

i’m hoping by saying he eats his feeling in the ice cream shop that we’re on the same page here… (bc oof 🥴👹)

but ugh witness protection is so sad omg but big hurt/comfort possibilities maybe i think i think

they make them leave straight out of the hospital, him and wayne and one box of stuff each. they give them new names, a new place, set wayne up with a new job. but it’s not the same, nothing is, never will be. eddie has to cut his hair, thankfully not a buzz cut but he hasn’t had his curls sit above his ears in years. it’s the thing that makes his feel most strange, he thinks - not recognising himself in the mirror.

recovering physically took a long time, mentally, just as long. but eventually he needs to be around people again, needs money, a routine. the scoops job started as kind of a joke and then he realised it was the place he applied with the easiest commute and the owner was a really chill dude at the interview and then it really wasn’t a joke anymore. eddie worked a scoops ahoy. the pay is whatever but the work is fine and with wayne’s wage they more than get by and while it’s boring, it also kind of feels like breathing room, time to slow down and learn about himself again, after everything.

after a while eddie is actually kind of digging the sailor outfit, gives him an excuse to be kind of silly and get away with way more with customers that he should. like you can’t really get mad at him, not dressed like that, not when he still gets the orders right. it feels like a character, he’s the bard, the jester, and one day he’ll break free but for now - he enjoys the free icecream.

it started small, employees are allowed one item in break and he usually went for a soda, then that changed to a milkshake or a cone. and then one night he was closing and it was right by wayne’s birthday and there was a quarter of a tub set to be thrown out. and, well, eddie thought, why not take it home?

then the new monthly schedule comes out and since most of the part timers are younger and he has his (new) van it’s got him set to closing alone most shifts. fine by him, one hour of pay where he can blast his walkman while he cleans, best case scenario even.

he was also in charge of making sure the tubs were correctly filled ready for the openers and that meant throwing out the near empty ones. so near empty that that kid in eddie seems to rear up and remind him of all those times they couldn’t afford icecream, why let it go to waste? he always did have a sweet tooth.

so most nights his routine after work is to get home, have dinner with wayne, get high, watch some tv or read or listen to music and most notably polish off whatever ice cream and ‘only just out of date so still definitely good’ toppings he’s managed to squirrel home.

that last bit is notable because it’s been a year of working there, just under a year of this new routine, and eddie’s had to size up his once baggy uniform.

he’s kept definition in his legs and arms since his job is running around and scooping frozen shit. but now he’s padded with a layer of chub and his stomach is padded with a lot more than that, having bared the brunt. his cheeks have also rounded and his thighs and ass are honestly looking better than ever.

and with everything so new that’s been forced on him, this new at least feels like his. he knows how it happened, he’s not dumb, and yeah sometimes he ate just to wallow but he enjoyed every fucking bite of that ice-cream. and yeah he knows the red stripes that streak up his sides and push agains the waistband of his shorts aren’t everyone’s idea of desirable but, this is him now. everything else in his life is new, may as well have a new body to go with it. and to be honest he finally feels like he’s recognising himself in the mirror now. this new guy he’s had to become, there are ways that it’s still his.

but god does he miss everyone. not a day goes by he doesn’t think of home, his friends, his life, the people he almost died with. steve. so every night he gets high and eats ice cream and feels his belly swell that little bit more. sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs but he’s alive and he has wayne and they’re safe. so every night he eats icecream.

-

steve moves to chicago with robin. he’s in school to be a physical therapist, robin studying italian. they moved just outside the city because it’s cheaper, a nice little neighbourhood. hes getting by, he works at a gym and helps with some of the classes, it’s decent pay and fun and he’s getting more and more days where that darkness feels far away, his rain cloud isn’t so thick. he’s doing it, surviving. living, even.

but, every day he misses eddie munson.

he’s out jogging when he spots it, taken a new route and made it to a strip of stores he didn’t know were there. with a scoops ahoy. just like summer of ‘83.

he laughs.

for old times sake and knowing robin will get a kick out of it he head in inside. thinks the 20 in his sock is more than enough to have spare for a tip that should brighten whatever kid is working the counter. surely they don’t still have the same unifo- nope, they do, and the guy at the counter looks much closer to steve’s age than the high schooler he expected. he’s cute. big eyes, nice hands.

-

eddie’s frozen. there’s a spectre in his store. steve’s staring at him. eddie’s stares at steve. eddie’s suddenly filled with anxious energy, unsure how to process what’s in front of him. tugs at his shirt out of habit, smooths the fabric down over the plush of his stomach, readjusts his hat that doesn’t need readjusting, bounces on his toes. what the fuck.

and eddie sees that steve doesn’t quite recognise him with his rounder features and shorter hair. he can’t wear his rings to work (they’re different, gold but still chunky) and, obviously steve’s never seen him dressed like this, also probably never imagined eddie would have a belly like that.

the second thing that registers in eddie, after the initial shock, is feeling his stomach drop out in fear. for wayne. for their place. for his job… for steve.

he doesn’t remember what the rules were about contact with his past. but he’s pretty sure there were rules on it.

but then something flickers across steve’s face, a flash of lightning, and he’s moving, leaning across the counter and enveloping eddie in a hug. ‘oh thank god.’ eddie hears steve breathe, strained and relieved and so full of emotion eddie feels his throat close and his eyes burn. steve’s here. eddie squeezes back and breaths deep, he smells like sweat and hairspray and home.

his steve is here.

and all eddie can do is cling back.

they’ll have to figure something out. he can’t let go of this again.

[wheels-of-despair]

A Slightly Late Munson Christmas Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie spent Christmas '85 with Evil Woman, but it's time to go home and celebrate with Wayne… what if he brings her along? Contains: Hangin' with the Munsons, Christmas gifts, a sleepover, Eddie finally accepting that this is not a temporary arrangement. Words: 1.4k

"Wayne's coming home tonight."

You open your eyes and try not to show Eddie how sad you are about him going home. He's been with you most of Christmas break, since his uncle started working overtime, and you'd loved every second of it. But he has to go home sometime.

"I know," you mumble, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. You're nestled into his side, as close as you can be, on the loveseat in your garage. Is it warmer inside? Yes. Do you prefer being out here so Eddie can smoke and you're forced to huddle for warmth? Absolutely.

"Wanna come do Christmas with us?"

"What?" You lift your head to look at him.

"Do you want to come over and have A Slightly Late Munson Christmas with us?" He glances at you, then focuses on the smoke rising from the cigarette in his hand.

You can't fight the grin spreading across your face. "Really?"

"Don't get all excited about it or anything, it's just frozen dinners and whatever's on TV."

He stubs out his cigarette and tries to play it off as no big deal, but you're more excited about this than your own Christmas. Eddie coming to you has become standard, because his uncle works through every holiday. You knew they did a little something together afterward, but he's never invited you to be a part of it before.

"I'd love to."

You shared the plan with your mom, packed a bag, hopped in the van, and went straight to Bradley's Big Buy for the essentials. (TV dinners, beer and soda, some holiday-themed snack cakes that were half-off.)

The trailer was cold when you got there. Eddie turned up the heat, and you both scurried around to straighten up a bit before Wayne came home. Blankets were folded, mugs were washed, ash trays were emptied. You placed your presents for Wayne on the table, as well as a plate of cookies your mom had saved for him.

The tin trays of something slightly resembling food were in the oven and Eddie was in the bathroom when you heard Wayne's truck door slam outside.

He ambles in with half-lidded eyes, and smiles when he sees you leaning against the kitchen counter. "Hey, darlin'."

"Hi, Wayne."

"Hey, old man," Eddie grins, emerging from the hallway.

"Watch it, boy," Wayne warns half-heartedly, causing Eddie's grin to approach Grinch-like intensity.

Wayne sits down in the chair beside the door to unlace his boots. "Y'all have fun?"

"Oh yeah," Eddie says, dropping into the chair across from him. "Stole some lawn ornaments, set fire to some Christmas trees, sacrificed some virgins. The usual."

Wayne sighs and looks to you. "Did he behave?"

"For the most part," you grin. "Chief Hopper let him off with a warning, since it's Christmastime and all."

"You weren't supposed to tell him that!" Eddie stage-whispers angrily.

You chuckle, and Wayne shakes his head. Eddie's watch beeps - which is standing in for the unreliable oven timer - and he reaches for a potholder. He transfers the flimsy foil trays from the oven to the counter to cool, like a pro, then stands next to you.

"Well, while those are coolin', how about presents?"

"Talked to Santa," Wayne says somberly, leaning back to lace his fingers behind his head. "Said he'd have to pass you by this year."

"Well, my girl's mom must've changed his mind, 'cause I had a packed stocking on Christmas morning just like everybody else," Eddie says proudly, hooking his arm around your neck and pulling you close. You wrap an arm around his back and smile up at him, remembering how excited he was every time he pulled out another little gift.

"Really?" Wayne's eyes flick from Eddie to you. You nod subtly, and Wayne smiles. "Well, in that case, I guess it's alright. In the corner, go get 'em." Wayne gestures to his favorite chair. Eddie lets you go with a kiss to the forehead, and goes to investigate. While Eddie's ass is in the air, leaning over the chair and trying to reach the gifts behind it, Wayne looks to you.

"When he was little, I had to lock his presents in the toolbox on my truck. Such a sneak. Gettin' lazy in his old age."

"Not lazy," Eddie grumbles, bringing a few packages wrapped in newspaper to the table. "Just knew I'd never get anything cooler than the Stretch Armstrong that Santa brought me when I was 9." He puts the items on the table and heads for the door. You raise an eyebrow and stay put. He comes back with a bucket, which he flips over and sits on. "C'mon," he says, patting the chair he'd recently vacated.

You sat around the table and exchanged presents while Eddie filled Wayne in on your first real Christmas together, and what "Santa" had filled his stocking with. When your tinfoil dinners were cool enough to handle without burning off your fingertips, you moved to the living room. Wayne propped himself up in his favorite chair, and you and Eddie took the couch. Eddie found an old western on TV, and you ate in a comfortable silence.

When you finished eating, you and Eddie stacked your trays on the coffee table, but made no move to get up. He put an arm around you, you cuddled into his side, and he covered you both with a blanket.

The Slightly Late Munson Christmas was very different from Christmas at your house, but you loved it just as much.

You were rubbing absent-minded patterns on Eddie's leg when a snore rumbled through the room. You jumped in surprise, and Eddie let out a quiet chuckle.

"C'mon," he whispers. "Let's let the old man crash."

You stand and quietly gather your trays and cans - and Wayne's - and take them to the trash can. You place the forks in the sink one by one to avoid clattering while Eddie pulls out Wayne's creaky fold-up bed. The lights are turned off, except for the one above the stove, and you retreat to Eddie's room and close the door.

"Is the chair bad for his back? Should you wake him up?" you ask with concern, sitting on the edge of Eddie's bed.

Eddie shakes his head with a smile and unbuttons his jeans. "He drank two beers, he'll be up to wiz in an hour anyway. Then he can crawl into bed and let the sugar-plum fairies… dance or strip or whatever."

You snort, and he dives into bed in boxers and the t-shirt he'd been wearing all day. You, a more civilized kind of person, slip into the bathroom to change into pajamas. When you return to Eddie's room, he's ditched his shirt and is lying there in bed in what you assume is an attempt at a seductive position.

You roll your eyes and crawl over him, unaffected. He pouts and flips over, so you're lying there facing each other.

"Thanks for inviting me to A Slightly Late Munson Christmas," you whisper.

"Thanks for putting up with me all week," he smiles.

"I want to put up with you all the time."

"Your window to get rid of me is like," he squints and pushes his thumb and index fingers together to leave just a sliver of space, "this close to closing forever."

You reach out and use your own fingers to push his together.

"You're mine, Munson."

Eddie's mouth slips into a lopsided smile, and he leans forward for a kiss. When he pulls away, he looks at his watch and laughs.

"You know it's like 9:30, right? And we're in bed like old people."

"I'm sure we can think of something to keep ourselves awake…" you smirk.

"Yeah?" He waggles his eyebrows. "Wanna make out a little?"

"Eh… I guess," you shrug, like that wasn't your intention all along.

Eddie scoffs and flips over to lie on his other side, facing away from you. He crosses his arms with a dramatic "hmph!"

"Aww," you tease, moving in close and spooning him from behind. You wrap your arm around his middle and nuzzle your cheek to his back. Eventually, his hand closes over yours.

"This was the best Christmas ever," you mumble into his back.

"Hell yeah, it was," he yawns, giving your hand a squeeze.

[flwoie]

LOVE IN DISGUISE — P. SH.

two : the haters be hating

contains : profanities, i dont know how dismantling a bomb works so spare me this is from watching spy movies

word count : 397

‘MISSION #1: DISMANTLE A BOMB (with Y/N ugh)’ was what Sunghoon wrote in his journal on his way to the city courthouse. Ever since he became a spy, he bought a journal and wrote everything he’d learnt. He hopes that he will have to buy a second one in the future, as his first and current one would be filled with missions he would do.

“What are you writing?” You ask as you drive the van, focusing on the road, thirty seconds away from your destination

“My first mission,” he replies, subtly stuttering.

“First mission is always the most important mission of a spy,” you state, parking the car behind the courthouse, “we’re here. You stay outside and I’ll get the equipment.” You got out of the car and opened the trunk, pulling out the items you two needed. You handed Sunghoon a pair of scissors and went to a wall of the courthouse.

You threw the grappling hook at the rain gutter and backed up to let Sunghoon climb first. He was quick to climb so it took you less than a minute to catch up. You two were standing on the roof, no sign of the bomb lying anywhere.

“The bomb could be tinier than we think, so we have to look carefully,” you informed, walking around. Sunghoon walks over to the chimney and pulls out a pipe bomb, showing it to you. “Or it could be a pipe bomb,” you deadpan.

“We have thirty seconds left until this thing blows up—twenty-nine now,” he mentions, looking at the timer ticking. He pulls out a pair of scissors and busts open the back of the bomb, revealing many colourful wires. “Um,” he says as he scratches his head.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Beomgyu just taught you this!”

“He did! There was only red and black on the test. This shit has the whole rainbow!”

The bomb beeped faster and faster. You two only had twenty-four seconds left. “It’s the wire connected to the detonator, it’s on the right,” you say. Sunghoon looks at you with confusion. “The blue one! Cut the blue one, you idiot!” You yell. He cuts the blue wire and the timer turns off. You both sigh in relief and eventually glare at Sunghoon with threatening eyes. “I’ll let Gyu know to never pair us together for a mission.”

“Hater.”

mlist — prev ; next

🗯️ hi guys i think i need to start queuing chapters

Secrets are meant to be kept. Sunghoon never keeps secrets though, well except one—his friends being members of a super secret spy team. He finds out on the night he gets kidnapped and is rescued by them. That night, his friend offers him to be a part of the team to stop an organization, SPY-DER LILLIES, from destroying their campus and agency, I.R.I.S (International Resource for Intellectual Spies). And like the goofy goober he is, he joins for a jetpack and to impress his longtime friend and crush, the black cat agent, in order to win her heart before the spiders come crawling up his back. 

spy! sunghoon x spy! f! reader

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[harrywavycurly]

For the conversations may I ask for some between Princess and Wayne? I love that series and I just know Wayne treats her so wonderful🥹💞

Hiii lovey!! Awe yes of course you can get some Wayne and Princess conversations! I am so happy you enjoy the Princess series, it’s one of my faves it’s so comforting! I hope you enjoy💖

-there’s one that has a brief moment with Eddie and it’s marked with an ✨

*Wayne is determined to teach you how to be a little more independent*

“No darlin you gotta twist it to the right..remember what I taught you?” “Uh righty tighty…lefty losey? Right?” “Yeah good job now just a few more twists…and there ya go.” “Look at that!” “Yeah look at that…you changed a lightbulb and used a step stool by yourself.” “Let’s go check and see if there’s another one that needs changing!” “I got a few that need changing…if you wanna do em for me?” “Yes let’s go… oh uhm…don’t tell Eddie i used the step stool without him home…he doesn’t like that too much.” “Oh he can get over it you’re a grown woman and he puts all the shit on the top shelf so you need your step stool.”

“I think I messed it up Wayne.” “Let me see…no it’s just boiling darlin that’s what it’s supposed to do…you’re gonna cook the noodles for about ten minutes then we are gone strain em and add the little fake cheese packet.” “Okay…okay I can..I can do that.” “Of course you can…now stir the pasta every now and again so it doesn’t get clumpy…now don’t hover over the pot that’s how you get brunt by a rouge drop of boiling water and Eddie will have my ass if you get hurt on my watch.” “You think he’ll like dinner?” “Honey you could hand that man a bowl full of sink water and tell him you made it and he’d tell you it’s the best thing he’s ever had and ask for seconds.” “Really?” “Yeah…oh okay the timer is going off we gotta strain the pasta just take the pot to the sink…careful now…yeah and pour it into the strainer…good job now shake it a bit get all the water out.” “Like this?” “Yup now put it back into the pot…careful not to lose any noodles…now here’s the fun part you get to add this packet of fake cheese and just stir up all up.” “Smells good.” “Well now here’s the important part… gotta taste it.” “Oh wow it tastes like it does when he makes it!” “I’d say that’s the best Mac and cheese I’ve ever had…good job darlin….now you know how to use the stove…kinda.”

✨ “He’s gonna fucking kill me.” “Hammering things is so fun!” “Don’t look at me look at what you’re doing okay?” “Sorry…how’s this? Does it look good?” “I mean…yeah it looks good the nail went in smoothly so that’s good…time to hang the picture…now we just gotta make sure it’s straight.” “Can I hammer something else after this?” “I think the fuck not.” “Here we go…” “Hi honey! Look I finally hung that photo of us from Valentine’s Day! Isn’t it cute?” “So cute baby…Wayne can I talk to you for just a moment?” “I’d love to son but you see I’m late for something so yeah…gotta go but it was nice hanging with you today darlin and good job with the hammer.” “Thanks Wayne!” “Yeah…thanks so much Wayne.”

“What if I don’t have a spare tire?” “What? You don’t have a spare?” “Wayne I don’t have a car…” “right..well still this is a skill everyone should have so just pay attention okay?” “Okay…so you just jack the uhm…car up and take the lug..things off and then you take the flat tire off and put the new one on?” “You know what? Just watch me do it and if you have any questions ask me when I’m done and I’ll go over it with you.” “Okay…oh you use the righty tighty lefty losey things a lot huh?” “I mean…I tighten and loosen things a lot yeah…don’t tell Eddie I had you under this truck okay? He’ll never let you come over by yourself again.” “You got it…it’ll be our little secret until the day I get to change a tire on the van or something then I’ll tell him how you taught me.” “When that day comes I hope I’m long gone.” “Wayne!” “I mean like off to Florida to retire on a beach or something not like…gone gone darlin…sorry didn’t mean to upset you.”

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Days 17 "Brain Fog/Spaced Out" and 22: "You didn't use my cup, did you?"

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Woozi, Jun, ??

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 1,433

Notes: Coming in late on the 22nd with a double-hit Sicktember fill! There's less exposition here, which feels weird to me, but I think it's a good exercise for me to tell a story without belaboring every little detail. Let me know if you agree/disagree! Also, this scene is an elaboration of a one-off comment made in a longer Seventeen piece I have in the works.

To say that Jihoon didn’t feel good was actually a gross misrepresentation of the facts. Jihoon felt horrible. His throat was on fire, his head was pounding, his limbs were heavy and achy and he wanted to separate them from his body until they could get their act together. But deadlines couldn’t wait for his immune system to throw a bitch fit. 

“Jihoon, I think you might have strep,” Seungcheol said, leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. This was the third time the leader had interrupted him in the past hour, and Jihoon was personally over it. 

“Sucks.” Jihoon continued to click around on his computer. Admittedly, he wasn’t doing anything: his head had started hurting god knows how long ago, and he hadn’t been able to write or compose anything of substance. But Seungcheol didn’t need to know that. 

“Hyung, come on.” When had Vernon arrived?! “You’re not weaseling out of this. Channie and I could hear you coughing all night.”

“Jihoon, you need to go with a manager to get tested for strep and other things cause if you do have that and stay here and infect us all, the comeback will be postponed,” Seungcheol added. Jihoon snapped his chair around to face them. Did his best not to fall over from the dizziness that resulted from such a dramatic choice. 

“Fine.” Jihoon spun back around, clicked the necessary ‘save’ buttons, and powered off his computer. The third spin back towards his members was what he would later say did him in, when in fact it was the combination of all the spins, lack of water, and the fever. 

As he stood up, Jihoon stumbled forward. Vernon caught him instantly. Could the kid teleport now? When the fuck did he get so close? 

“You good?”

“I’m just… I feel…”

Vernon smirked. “Woozy?” His lips pressed tightly together to hold back a laugh at his own joke, especially when under the scrutiny of Jihoon’s sharpest glare. 

“Be nice, Nonie,” Seunghceol chided, but his smile said otherwise. Jihoon suddenly wished he wasn’t already wearing a mask to potentially infect both of them with this demon virus and wipe those stupid smirks off of their faces. But almost as instantly as he’d had that thought, he realized just how mean it was, and nearly apologized aloud to Seungcheol and Vernon as the two of them so kindly gathered up his things and accompanied him to the company van. Maybe this really was a demon virus… 

Tests at the hospital revealed it was, in fact, strep throat. 

Seungcheol smirked at his phone when Jihoon texted him immediately upon receiving the results: “I am setting a timer and will be back in the studio exactly 24 hours after I take that first dose of medication.” 

“I would expect nothing less,” the leader texted back. He then set about quickly alerting the members to Jihoon’s condition, warning them to leave the producer alone (partially to avoid contagion, mostly to protect them from the wrath of a Jihoon barred from his work). 

*

Jihoon was not back in the studio 24 hours later. Even though he technically wasn’t contagious anymore, he still felt terrible. His fever didn’t budge for two days despite the antibiotics and the attempted ministrations of the members. He was dizzy, disoriented, and breathless from coughing so much. The sore throat was the worst, though, too painful for him to even speak the day after his diagnosis. Jihoon had spent a good part of that day in tears, unable to explain anything or ask for help, both of which he hated on a regular basis. 

But on the third day, something clicked. His body finally got its shit together, and by day four, he was up and about, ready to return to his regularly scheduled programming, albeit with eleven worried pairs of eyes constantly checking up on him. 

Said worried eyes were the reason he wasn’t dancing today. The vocal and hip hop units were gathered together in the main practice room, the performance unit called early to clarify some choreography notes in a smaller studio before joining them. Seungcheol had insisted that Jihoon not push himself too hard yet, take at least a day to simply watch, observe, and critique the new routines they’d been working on. Jihoon hadn’t complained; dancing tired him out on a good day, and he certainly didn’t want to risk the brain fog making a comeback. So here he was, sat on a chair, legs crossed as he watched his members’ tomfoolery. 

Jihoon’s vantage point from the front of the room also meant he saw the performance unit members before the rest. Which meant that he saw Junhei before Seungcheol. Which meant that Jihoon’s stomach dropped to the floor in a way that had nothing to do with his prior illness. 

It was Joshua would noticed the performance unit next, clocking the mask and tired eyes the eldest dancer was sporting. “Junnie, you good?” All eyes moved towards the doorway. 

Jun shrunk a bit from the attention, but he smiled disarmingly. Minghao’s hand rubbed soothingly at his lower back. “Yeah, just have a bit of a sore throat. Could be overuse or just a one off thing, but I know Jihoonie just had strep so… we’re wearing the mask and chilling to the side, and I’ll tell you the second it gets worse.” 

Soonyoung clapped the dancer on the back, and pointed dramatically at him, eyes locked on Jihoon. “Now that’s what you call responsible.” Jihoon rolled his eyes. With a quick look at Seungcheol and Jeonghan, Joshua stood and pressed a gentle hand to Jun’s forehead. Worry etched on his face, Joshua’s hands moved to Jun’s neck, softly probing his lymph nodes. 

“Yeah, they’re swollen, alright,” the older man commented, lips pouting sympathetically. “I’m definitely not a doctor, but I think it’s safe to assume strep.”

“You didn’t use Woozi’s cup, did you?” Jeonghan asked. “Cause… how on earth could he have even gotten you sick?” Junhei shrugged, looking slightly just as lost as the rest of them. “We’ve had Jihoonie quarantined for like, four days. I mean, except for the bathroom, I guess, but we were so diligent about cleaning…”

“Right, he hasn’t been anywhere near you this-“ Seungcheol was cut off by an apocalyptic gasp from Jihoon. “What?!”

The leader had never seen Jihoon’s eyes so wide. “That wasn’t my toothbrush.” 

“What?”

“I was super dizzy the other night.” He pinched the spot between his eyes. “It was so late, I turned on the wrong light. I just grabbed the first green toothbrush I saw. It wasn’t my fucking toothbrush. It was Junhei’s.” 

Seungcheol felt his entire body deflate as his mind ran in several conflicting circles. His confusion wasn’t helped when Mingyu burst out laughing. And then Vernon. And then Seungcheol couldn’t tell who, cause several members were falling into hysterics. 

“Guys, this isn’t funny!” the leader exclaimed. 

“Actually, hyung, this is comedy gold,” Soonyoung replied, wiping a tear from his eye. “Like… this would only happen to us.”

“Contagion by toothbrush? I mean, come on!” Seungkwan shook his head. “That’s a sitcom scene right there. How is this our real life?”

“It would only happen to us, that’s for sure,” Minghao nodded. His hand hadn’t left Junhei’s back this entire time, and he now shifted so that that arm was around the older dancer’s shoulders. “I’m sorry it’s at your expense though…”

Jun shrugged. “Honestly, I’m just happy to have provided you all some joy today.”

“Stop!” Jihoon cried from across the room. He hid his face in his hands for a moment before glaring up at Jun. “Don’t be all cute and fine with this. Be angry with me.”

Jun shook his head. “I’m not mad at you, Jihoonie-ah. It was an accident, and antibiotics and popsicles exist, so I’m not super worried about that, but…”

“You should yell at him for the fun of it, though,” Soonyoung interrupted. 

“Yeah, I’d rather not yell at all.” Jun’s fingers touched at the base of his throat. “But, I do feel it’s important to say that… umm, my toothbrush was in the wrong spot again this morning.”

“Wait… what?” Minghao blinked, along with the rest of the members. They could see Jun blushing behind his mask. 

“My toothbrush was in the wrong spot again this morning,” he repeated cautiously. 

“Well, who else has a green toothbrush?” Jihoon asked, eyes darting around the room. 

Mingyu, who’d been sitting on the floor, flung himself onto his back, hands pressed over his eyes. “OH FUCK!” 

[rachelbethhines]

Mobius Timeline (1st Era)

3232 CE

Antoine = 15

Bunnie = 13

Rotor = 13

Sally = 12

Sonic = 12

Tails = 5

Don’t Cry for me Mobius! - Sonic miniseries #0 (first adventure)

Sonic’s Six* Speed Settings -Sonic #0 (Sonic makes a vlog about his speed)

The Royal Family Tree of Mobius - Sonic #0 (Sally shows Sonic what's left of her family's tree since Robotnik cut it down)

Robotnik’s Badniks! - Sonic #0 (Robotnik make a propaganda video showing off his creations)

Oh No–Robo! No-Mo’ Mobo! - Sonic #0 (Sonic tells his version of Robotnik's takeover of Mobius...he's an unreliable narrator)

Sneaker Peek! - Sonic #0 (Sonic makes a vlog about his shoes)

Run, Sally, Run! - Sonic miniseries #1 (Sally lets herself get captured by Robotnik in order to spy on his bot-maker, only for the boys to rescue her before she can complete her mission)

Silent Running - Sonic #1 (Sonic and Rotor play baseball)

Something Fishy - Sonic #1 (Sonic gets captured by the badnik Jaws and Rotor uses his Bathysphere to go rescue him)

Equal Time -Sonic #1 (Rotor makes a vlog about things that aren't fast)

Ground Rule Double - Sonic #1 (Sonic plays tennis with himself)

Sonic's Baby Photographs - Sonic #1 (Sonic shows his fans his baby pictures)

A Crowning Achievement - Sonic miniseries #2 (Robotnik steals the magic emeralds that give the Crown of Acorns is protective powers and it's up to the FFs to get them back)

Top 10 Reasons why Sonic the Hedgehog is the Coolest Comic Book Around - Sonic #2 (Sonic tries to pitch his own comic)

Fin Fans - Sonic #2 (Sonic makes a vlog about his spines)

Photo Finish - Sonic #2 (the Freedom Fighters take a group photo)

Sonic Flashback! - Sonic miniseries #3 (Sonic gets a bump on the head and dreams that he and Robotnik were kids together on Uncle Chuck's farm)

Why Ask Spy? - Sonic #3 (Sonic disguises himself as a robot to sabotage Robotnik's plans)

Meet Me at the Corner of Hedgehog & Vine! - Sonic the Hedgehog #1 (Robotnik sends his latest badnik Krudzu to destroy the FFs)

You Bet My Life! - StH #1 (Sonic infiltrates Robotnik's casino to get info on his latest badnik Orbinaut)

I'd Like to Thank… - StH #1 (the Sally host an award show to honor the FFs)

Keep Looking Up! - StH #1 (Sonic answers some of his fan mail)

Chili Dog A La Sonic - StH #1 (Sonic makes a cooking vlog to share his favorite chilidog recipe)

Triple Trouble! - StH #2 (Robotnik sends three new badniks to capture sonic, Coconuts, Scratch, and Grounder)

In the Beginning! - StH #2 (Sonic makes a silly vlog about alternate versions of himself)

Vertigo A´ Go-Go! - StH #2 (Sonic falls into the Unknown Zone and meets Horizont-Al and Verti-Cal)

Foiled Again! - StH #2 (the FFs try out a new money making scheme)

Two-Timer! - StH #2 (unable to sit still, Sonic shows off his speed while Sally cooks him a boil egg for breakfast)

All the Mail's about Tails! - StH #2 (Tails gets his own fan mail)

The Bomb Bugs Me! - StH #3 (Rotor disguises himself as Robotnik in order to steal a bomb before Robotnik can use it)

Tails' Fairy Tales! - StH #3 (Tails and Sonic discusses the fable "The Tortoise and The Hare")

Double Speak! - StH #3 (A bored Sonic holds a telephone conversation with himself)

Paper Trail! - StH #3 (Sally gets angry at a gossip article in the newspaper that talks about her dying her hair)

Rabbot Deployment! - StH #3 (Bunnie's first appearance and origin)

Robotnik's Rules! - StH #3 (Robotnik makes propaganda listing his rules)

The Lizard of Odd! - StH #4 (Robotnik makes a giant badnik called Universalamander, who proves too strong to control. First appearance of Super Sonic)

Antoine's Van Refrain! - StH #4 (Antoine helps Sally assemble her new vanity)

Horizont-Al & Verti-Cal - StH #4 (Horizont-Al and Verti-Cal make a broadcast showing off their world and powers)

Badniks Bazaar - StH #4 (Coconuts, Scratch, and Grounder audition for a second shot at capturing Sonic)

Hare Styling - StH #4 (Bunnie opens up a hair salon part time)

Tails' Little Tale - StH #4 (Tails tries to prove himself a hero by taking on Robotnik by himself)

Olympic Trials and Errors - StH #5 (Robotnik challenges the FFs to Olympic style games. If they win he turns himself in, and if they lose he gets to robotize them. Sonic agrees not realizing that Robotnik has switched his sneakers causing him to lose his super speed)

Sonic's Ten Second Workout - StH #5 (Sonic makes a vlog showing off his usual workout routine)

Chomp on This, Chump! - StH #5 (Robotnik sends a robotic termite to the Great Forest to eat the FFs out of house and home)

Fast Food! - StH #5 (Sonic mistakes a bowl of wax fruit for his dinner)

The Spin Doctor! - StH #6 (adaptation of Sonic Spinball, first appearance of Hip and Hop)

Here Comes the Bribe! - StH #6 (Sonic gets a fan letter praising Antoine... that Antoine had paid the person to write)

Sonic's Christmas Carol! - StH #6 (Sonic has a dream where he, Robotnik, Snively, and the rest if the FFs are characters in A Christmas Carol... apparently Christmas is still celebrated on Mobius)

Uncle Chuck's Treasure! - StH #7 (Sonic finds a treasure map left by his uncle. Believing it might be the location of an important invention both the FFs and Robotnik race to the X that marks the spot)

The Shadow Nose! - StH #7 (Sonic practices shadow boxing)

Details Are Sketchy! - StH #7 (a badnik tries to describe who attacked him to Robotnik who is trying to draw the suspect based off the description)

Sorceress in Distress - StH #7 (on the Mobius's version of Halloween, called Fright Night [which takes place after Christmas apparently] Sally dresses as a witch, only for Robotnik to mistakenly believe her to be a real witch and offer that they team up together to take over Mobius)

Princess Cruises - StH #7 (Antoine tries to convince Sally to invest in a royal navy by naming a small boat after her)

Bot's All Folks! - StH #8 (Robotnik builds super powered robots inspired by comic books)

A Little Sonic Goes a Long Way - StH #8 (Robotnik builds a shrink ray)

Pseudo-Sonic! - StH #9 (Robotnik builds a robot duplicate of Sonic)

Tooth or Consequences! - StH #9 (Robotnik builds a dentist robot, and thinks even it is too cruel a monster to let loose on the world)

Quick Sketch - StH #9 (Sonic makes a vlog on how to draw himself)

What's the Point? - StH #9 (It's Sally birthday and Sonic tries to give her a pet Mobian Needle Bird as a gift. Only for the animal to prove more trouble than its worth)

Revenge of the Nerbs! - StH #10 (meet the Nerbs)

Twan With the Wind - StH #10 (Antoine builds a hot air balloon)

The Good, the Bad, and the Hedgehog! - StH #11 (Sonic gets lost on the Cosmic Interstate and winds up in Anti-Mobius where he meets his evil twin)

Beat The Clock - StH #11 (Coconuts has captured the FFs are using them as bait to lure Sonic into a trap)

Food for Thought or You Are What You Eat! - StH #11 (It's Sonic's birthday and he has a weird dream after eating too much)

3233 CE

Antoine = 16

Bunnie = 14

Rotor = 14

Sally = 13

Sonic = 13

Tails = 6

A Timely Arrival - StH #12 (Robotnik builds a time machine that sends Sonic back to the prehistoric era)

Bold-Headed Eagle - StH #12 (Sonic tries to help a depressed Cyril the Eagle to fly again before Robotnik captures them both)

This Island Hedgehog - Sth #13 (Meet Knuckles! A Sonic 3 adaptation)

Space in yo' Face! - StH #13 (Robotnik builds an orbital robotizer and so the FFs steal it, but Robotnik is hot on their tails)

Tails' Taste of Power - StH #14 (Tails gains super intelligence by eating a fruit from the tree of wisdom, but then proceeds to bite off more than he can chew when gets a swelled head over it)

Do-It-Yourself-Sonic - StH #14 (Sonic and Tails attempt to make a comic about their misadventures while fishing)

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun! - StH #14 (When Robotnik tries to capture Sally and Bunnie he finds out just how tough women can be)

Ghost Busted - Sonic Super Special #8 (Sonic, Tails, and Antoine go on a camping trip and try to scare each other with ghost stories)

Rockin' the 'Bot! - StH #15 (Sonic saves a magical frog that gives him three power stones... only trouble is Sonic can't remember which stone grants which power)

What's the Big Idea? - StH #15 (The Freedom Fighters all try to guess what Rotor's newest invention will be)

Animal Magnetism - StH #15 (Robotnik tries to use a giant magnet to capture Bunnie)

Sonic Under Glass! - StH #16 (Robotnik traps the FFs in a virtual reality that grants their every wish)

The Man from H.E.D.G.E.H.O.G. - StH #16 (Upset that the FFs keep spoiling his plans, Robotnik decides to use a randomized wheel to decide his moves in the hopes that no one will be able to predict what he's up to. First Appearance of Harvey Who)

Gorilla Warfare/The Apes of Wrath - StH #17 (Robotnik travels to Skoal Island and finds one of his original bots: King Gong, a giant, 800 ton gorilla! He then sends the big ape to Mobotropolis to attack Sonic and the Freedom Fighters! But it seems that King Gong's interests lay instead with Sally…)

Wedding Bell Blues - StH #18 (Sonic and Sally are getting married! And Robotnik is here to crash the wedding, but not everything is as it seems...)

Princess Sally's Crusade - StH 17 & 18, & Sonic Special #1: In Your Face (When Sally's beloved teacher dies, she goes on a quest to find herself again. First Appearance of Nicole)

The Mirror Zone - SS #1 (Sonic and Tails get trapped in a zone where everything is backwards)

Tails' Tallest Tale - SS #1 (Tails is invited to a convention to give a speech. He brags about his exploits to the audience until the real Robotnik shows up and Tails has to fight him alone)

Everything Old is Newt Again - Sonic the Hedgehog Archives #5 (Universalamander returns!)

Night of 1,000 Sonics - StH #19 (All of the Sonics across the multiverse have to team up to stop Robo-Robotnik from conquering all universes)

That's the Spirit - StH #20 (Everyone believes that Sonic has died in an explosion inside Robotnik's lab, including Sonic himself!)

The Three Phases of E.V.E. - StH #21 (Robotnik builds an unbeatable robot that can think for itself and evolve)

The Return - StH #22 (Believing Robotnik to be dead, Snively accidentally sets off the self destruct protocols which orders all of his robots to rampage till nothing is left of Mobius... and the only person who can stop the end of the world is... Robotnik back from the dead)

Tails' Knighttime Story! - StH #22 (In an attempt to get Tails to sleep, Sally tells Tails the story of Sir Runalot and Mortail to convince Tails that Sonic’s life is filled with danger and hard work, not fun and excitement.)

Ivo Robotnik, Freedom Fighter! - StH #23 (When the FFs and Robotnik get kidnapped by an alien scientist, they have to team up together to get back home)

The Vol-Ant-Teer - StH #23 (Tails has left a power ring in Robotropolis without Sonic knowing. Antoine being the showoff he is decides to retrieve it, but Bunnie comes along to help. First Kiss)

Deadliest of the Species - StH 20 & Sally Miniseries: 1-3 (Sally is training new recruits when she meets master spy Geoffrey St. John and together they uncover Robotnik's plot to replace her with a robot duplicate)

When Hedgehogs Collide - StH 24 (Anti-Sonic and the Suppression Squad crossover into Mobius and pretend to be the real FFs in an effort to undermine they're good counterparts reputations)

Go Ahead... Mecha My Day - StH 25 Robotnik builds his deadliest creation yet, Metal Sonic! And he kidnaps Sonic's pen pal, Amy Rose, to use as bait to lure him into a trap)

[thefirsthogokage]

From the article:

Highlights of the tentative 2023-2028 UPS Teamsters National Master Agreement include:

Historic wage increases. Existing full- and part-time UPS Teamsters will get $2.75 more per hour in 2023, and $7.50 more per hour over the length of the contract.

Existing part-timers will be raised up to no less than $21 per hour immediately, and part-time seniority workers earning more under a market rate adjustment would still receive all new general wage increases.

General wage increases for part-time workers will be double the amount obtained in the previous UPS Teamsters contract — and existing part-time workers will receive a 48 percent average total wage increase over the next five years.

Wage increases for full-timers will keep UPS Teamsters the highest paid delivery drivers in the nation, improving their average top rate to $49 per hour.

Current UPS Teamsters working part-time would receive longevity wage increases of up to $1.50 per hour on top of new hourly raises, compounding their earnings.

New part-time hires at UPS would start at $21 per hour and advance to $23 per hour.

All UPS Teamster drivers classified as 22.4s would be reclassified immediately to Regular Package Car Drivers and placed into seniority, ending the unfair two-tier wage system at UPS.

Safety and health protections, including vehicle air conditioning and cargo ventilation. UPS will equip in-cab A/C in all larger delivery vehicles, sprinter vans, and package cars purchased after Jan. 1, 2024. All cars get two fans and air induction vents in the cargo compartments.

All UPS Teamsters would receive Martin Luther King Day as a full holiday for the first time.

No more forced overtime on Teamster drivers’ days off. Drivers would keep one of two workweek schedules and could not be forced into overtime on scheduled off-days.

UPS Teamster part-timers will have priority to perform all seasonal support work using their own vehicles with a locked-in eight-hour guarantee. For the first time, seasonal work will be contained to five weeks only from November-December.

The creation of 7,500 new full-time Teamster jobs at UPS and the fulfillment of 22,500 open positions, establishing more opportunities through the life of the agreement for part-timers to transition to full-time work.

More than 60 total changes and improvements to the National Master Agreement — more than any other time in Teamsters history — and zero concessions from the rank-and-file.

Nice work Teamsters! Congratulations UPS drivers! And big thank you to the 3,300 pilots who said they wouldn't fly if the drivers went on strike!

[balloonboyismyson]

Sometimes

When bodyguard!Monty goes into his recharge pod

He can still hear them knocking on his metal frame

OKAY SO this inspired me to write a little so I hope you like it :o))

There was knocking at the door (900+ words) CW: Anxiety-Inducing, mentions of death, mental trauma

It was night once again, and the blue illumination of the single charging station was the only thing that kept the room from being engulfed by the ever-expanding void of darkness he hadn’t dared touch. It had been 6 months since his failure. When They hadn’t heard back from Y/N after the mission, They came to the restaurant themselves. 

He had just been sitting there, it wasn’t like he could do much else. Had he been a human he’d have wretched, sobbed, anything to get his despair out, but his manufacturers didn’t account for needing to. They never saw him as anything but a robot, unlike you. 

A part of him hated you, hated you for making him fall so madly in love with you. When They saw what happened, They dragged him to the van and brought him back to headquarters to clean him up. They hadn’t even had the decency to turn him off first.

It was the next day where things got worse. Once he finally regained control of himself, his mind was what went next. By the time he was out of the facility, the morning staff would all need to be replaced, and his only regret was making their ends faster than yours.

He knew exactly where your apartment was. He had originally cemented it in his mind to know how to get his assignment back to the Protected Zone as They called it. As he opened the door, the thick warm air encapsulated him. 

When you were first introduced, you had asked him if he preferred the air warmer or cooler. You had used your breath to ask him his thoughts. At first he thought it was a stupid question- humans die depending on the temperature, he was a robot, he couldn’t care less. But you saw the way he would linger in the bathroom when you were done with a shower or the kitchen while a big meal was made. 

His eyes moved to your bedroom. He entered almost in a panic, moving towards the bed you so lovingly made before last night’s shift. He picked up your pyjama top and stared at it a moment. The fabric scrunched in his hands as he made his way back into the main room and sat in the corner to the right of the door. He held that shirt for dear life.

They had come in the apartment multiple times, trying everything They could to get him out. They wanted to assign him to someone else, or maybe decommission him altogether. He wouldn’t mind the second option, but then who would remember you? That was a reason why you were chosen for this role, afterall. He would attack anyone who came near him, so eventually, They just took the loss and let him stay there. 

He always kept the lights on. After that night, he was terrified of the dark. He couldn’t see very well in that backroom, but he could smell, he could hear, and he could feel. He was petrified if the lights went out, he’d be thrown right back into that night. 

As the weeks progressed, the bulbs, one by one went out. Each time a bulb flickered, he’d move to a different spot in the room. Just as they forewarned, that bulb would die, just like you. 

Every couple of weeks a new bulb would go out. By the time the final bulb flickered, he found himself pressed against the only other thing keeping him alive- that damn recharge station. He was pissed it was there, mocking him. In him was a timer of sorts. When he got too low on power, he had to get up and charge, he had no choice. If it weren’t for its glow, he’d have probably destroyed it. 

His timer was up, and he needed to charge. He weakly stood up, his joints creaking loudly with every movement. The door opened for him, and he stepped in. The hum was too loud for his liking, and the tube was barely large enough to fit him. He could see through the window the darkness he so intensely despised. 

For some reason tonight, he almost felt… allured. He could just barely see the outline of the couch, and he felt himself looking for something. The once faint hum got louder as he inched towards the glass. He felt tense. The same intensity he got when there was an intruder. 

He heard knocking and scanned the room, trying to find anything amiss. Was there someone at the door? He needed to leave but he couldn’t mid-charge.

He put his hands on the door and searched desperately through the darkness, and he swore he saw movement. The hum was blaring and the knocking was hard and fast, every part of his body told him there was someone in the house.

He used his claws to try to pry the door open, but nothing happened. Were those footsteps? He hadn’t heard a crash but his body felt red hot. 

Was this what fear was? His eyes darted in the darkness, the hum becoming ear-piercing as he clawed at the door to get out. The knocking turned to pounding. His artificial breath steamed the once clear glass as his fans tried desperately to cool him down. 

He suddenly stopped and his eyes glazed as he peered forwards.

There wasn’t knocking at the door.

[sliverwolf20]

Call of Duty: CyberLove

Summary: The start of the journey for Captain Terris, a Former member of the NEST team, who joins forces in the battle with Kyle Garrick and John Price of the SAS

Pairing: Poly 141 x OC, Gaz x OC

Word Count: 4,476

Masterlist

After serving in the American military for eleven years, ten of the years with the Classified Strike team; Non-Biological Extraterrestrial Species Treaty also known as NEST. After many events with the Autobots and NEST team, I went into quasi-retirement before moving to the United Kingdom in 2018 for a peaceful life but active for any private contract jobs. The Director of National Intelligence, Charlotte Mearing gave my contact information to the CIA Agent Kate Laswell for any mission that required my experiences.

Piccadilly

London, UK

October 25, 2019

18:00

I am strolling toward the plaza as the street is bustling with people shopping. My earpiece attaches to the radio pick up of the chatters from the nearby police radio system as I walk past an SUV containing the SAS officer with the CTSFO. I was contacted by Laswell an hour ago and am currently undercovered to keep the terrorist group, Al-Qatala unaware of my presence. I notice a white van loaded with a few barrel bombs and I quickly but calmly move toward the crossover. I didn’t step in unless I had an option. Then chaos went down and I quickly worked on getting the civilians out of harm's way as I gave backup to the police. I also radio in the situation,

“This is Captain Terris of NEST, We are under attacks near Piccadilly Circus by Terrorists! We need backup now!!” I reported as I opened fire on the terrorists. I helped with the civilian evacuation while shooting down the terrorists.  I quickly assembled my sniper gun and helped long distance, shooting down shooters up on the top windows of the surrounding building. After a while, I helped the SAS officer Kyle Garrick at the Tanto building for reports of hostages.

I help with the fallen door but knock it down as Garrick gets attacked by a knife-wielding terrorist until gunshots hit the enemy. I turn to see and have a hand up as Garrick calls out,

“Blue! Blue!” Garrick helped me up, I gave him a nod as the newcomer came over. He checked if we were armed and we confirmed before lifting the door out of the way.

He introduced himself as Captain Price before we headed into the Tanto building. We heard the beeping sound of a bomb as Price told us to check the corners. I quickly checked corners as we headed up and found no terrorists near the hostages. One of the hostages had a vest filled with explosives and went to work on disarming it. I removed my glove, revealing a cybernetic hand, and used it to hack the phone and stop the timer as I disarmed the bomb.

“Bomb neutralized. Hang on sir, I will get it off you as soon as possible. Try to stay calm.” I inform the other and calm the man in the vest as I break the lock with my robotic hand before helping him remove it. After escorting the civilians out and to the hands of the officers nearby. I walk up to Garrick and gently pat his shoulder,

“You good there?” I asked as Captain Price came up to check in on us. Garrick nods but his mind is elsewhere, frustrated by the limitation of his duty.

“It shouldn’t have happened in the first place… They sent us in half-assed, so everyone can just keep pretending we’re not at war.” Garrick gritted out

Price agrees with his answer,

“Yeah, lie of the fuckin’ century, that is.”

“Not to mention how limited we are with the rules of engagement regarding where and when, but never the how of the missions. I may be out of my place but I know how challenging it was in my unit back in America.” I respond as I put my glove back on, looking at them.

“Not to mention that my men were tracking that cell for weeks,” Garrick stated, caught Price's attention.

“You had actionable intel on this?” He asked and Garrick shrugged, agreeing to his question. Price told him that he was with him and invited me to take part before making a call to Laswell.

“I never got a chance to introduce myself to you, I’m Natasha Terris, former Captain of the Classified strike team NEST.” I introduce myself to Garrick.

“Kyle Garrick, Sargent of the SAS. I’m glad that you can help though the situation is not ideal as we are dealing with the Al-Qatala terrorists.” He said as I nodded in agreement.

“We’ll need to catch up to Price, share intel and work on stopping the terrorist. The last thing I want is another war where others are being… Don’t mind me, go through a lot worse with NEST and the Transformers.” I responded and rubbed my arm before he patted me on the shoulder in comfort. I smile at him before we catch up with Price, ready for whatever we can to stop the war.