#cant wait to have a buzzcut...

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Atsv Hobie in splatoon would be an urchin and atsv miles is a blue ringed octopus. Annnd post

[madd-nix]

never gonna be enough for my dad

[doedrafts]

Rumor has it (Part 3) | Tom Blyth

pairing: Tom Blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary: Ever since the premiere of tbosas fans of yours have been shipping you with your costar, Tom Blyth. Is it all just rumors or were they right all along?

a/n: I’m loving all the support I’ve been getting with this mini series so here are the links to part 1 & part 2 if you haven’t been caught up! As always feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

ynusername Say hello to my nephew, Lenny 🐶 @rachelzegler @tomblyth

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user1 not YN calling Lenny her nephew I CANT

↳ user3 I mean her and Rachel are practically sisters at this point 🥺

↳ user1 true

user4 I never wanted to be a dog so bad in my entire life until now

↳ user2 BARKBARKBARKBARK

↳ user5 why do I relate to this comment so bad 😫

user6 I guess that makes Tom the uncle

user2 Didn’t Tom say he’s getting a dog in an interview and the breed he mentioned is YN’s favorite

↳ user3 they’ll make great dog parents

rachelzegler come back Lenny misses you two 😭

↳ user5 Lenny is a real one

↳ user4 If YN and Tom left me I’d be missing them too

↳ user2 we need more Lenny content from them pls

tomyndaily It’s the way he’s looking at @ynusername in this pic for me 😫

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user3 Idk who to be jealous of YN or Rachel?!

↳ user1 same

↳ user6 I’m jealous of Tom tbh 😤

user2 He looks at her with so much love and admiration

↳ user4 men take notes ✍️

user5 can’t wait to see more of them on the red carpet soon

↳ user2 I just know they’re going to slay

ynusername Coryo may not be a gentleman, but @tomblyth sure is. Tbosas is out now in theaters everywhere!! 🌹🎶🐍

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user3 the Taylor Swift reference!!

↳ user1 she’s not wrong though

↳ user2 not mother quoting mother

user4 I wish Tom Blyth was real 😭

↳ ynusername me too 😔

↳ user5 OMG YALL SHE REPLIED

↳ user3 she’s too funny

tomyndaily I love how she took this while Tom picked her up from the airport

↳ user6 proof?

↳ tomyndaily posted in stories

rachelzegler did you just Mike Wazowski me? 🙃

↳ ynusername I just realized I did after posting it sorry not sorry 😆

user1 YALL TOM LIKED HER POST

↳ user5 as he should

yntomsources A old pic of Tom at @ynusername house back in 2022 while they were filming tbosas taking from her insta stories

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user4 I never seen this pic before

user2 buzzcut Tom for the win

↳ user3 agree to disagree

↳ user1 it’s not that serious

user5 I went to her stories but I don’t see it anywhere 🤔

↳ yntomsources she deleted it

↳ user6 I guess she wasn’t a fan of the buzzcut 🫢

↳ user4 team flowing locks is better

user2 we have to spam her now to see which she prefers skskskskksksks

↳ user3 BET

taglist: @bada-lee-ily (lmk if anyone else would like to be tagged in future projects)

[bucketspammer4life]

how i think the boxers were like in their teen years

was resting bc im sick but punchy men cant wait

Glass joe - was wayy more optimistic and cheery, knew how to cheer himself up, also dyed his hair blonde & lightened it pretty often so his hair was crusty and broke like glass (pun very intended )and hated his childhood photos, used to make fun of people who wear turtleneck sweaters but that didnt age well, looks back at his teen years with sadness

Von Kaiser - was very stern & cold, had a very shitty mustache and a bowl cut, wore actual boxing shorts before his overalls, had very oversized boots that he still wears today because he grew into them, shrieks in embarrasment anytime someone pulls up his teenage photos

Disco Kid - actually used to be a dancing coach and primarily did boxercise, once he started boxing he dropped boxercise and went all out on boxing, used to grow out his hair but cut if off since it distracted him, had his natural hair color, looks back at his teen years with nostalgia (and regret since he cant really cut back on the hair dye now, got into it because of joe)

King Hippo - was actually very tiny, Just shot up in height someday during his teen years, also had a light er voice and a crown that was wayy too big for him, it was passed down from his dad so he still has it & loves it with his entire heart, his boxing shorts still fell down a lot though, looks back at his teen years with joy since he thinks he used to look adorable

Piston Hondo - had longer hair and used to strut his shit, was more of a dickwad, had a belt and did less meditation, mellowed out pretty well since he used to go nuts in the ring flying from place to place, rolls his eyes anytime someone brings up his teen years

Bear Hugger - had a baby face and couldnt really grow a beard, so he had his cheeks pinched very often, used to be happy and still is happy, also met mrs bear's mom at this age during a foraging trip, looks back at his teen photos very happily, if he could go back in time he would pinch his teen-selves cheeks

Great Tiger - his magic sucked ass, his clones were distorted, kept flickering in & out of reality and couldnt stay more than a few seconds, didnt have his mustache & had a buzzcut so he looks back at his photos with anger because of his shitty hair when he didnt have his turban

Don Flamenco - wasnt balding & had longer hair that was wavy, used to be smaller so he was underestimated a lot, had just started bullfighting on the side, looks back at his teen years with sadness, mainly for his hair and lack of anger

Aran Ryan - OHOHHOHH this man wins the award for the worst teenage photos, he had a skaterboy era and the worst hair ever, had a very shitty beard that was growing only on one side, anytime someone pulls those pictures up he runs away

Soda Popinski - Literally unrecognizable, had light brown hair & a buzzcut, didnt drink much soda except for rough matches and was built like a twig, once he started upping the amp on the soda his hair fell out a bit and he got ripped, looks back at his teen photos and laughs at his buzzcut

Bald Bull - oh you think the current bull is scary? You should have seen him then!! He had curly hair and was small but a lot faster, he also headbutted people a lot more but stopped because of health issues, his hair fell out from anger & ripping them out from stress, looks back at his teen years with nostalgia because he missed having hair

Super Macho Man - Literally your average surfer dude, went for the dilfbaiting when he turned 29, dressed like a fratboy and had blonde hair + used spray tans, looks back at his photos and calls himself "gnarly"

Mr Sandman - was wayy tinier except for his arms and used to have glasses, he switched to contacts after having his 19th pair broken, likes making fun of his old photos, also had braces so he was the 🤓 emoji irl for a while

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as much as i do like this buzzcut i cant wait for it to have like a teeny bit of length so it starts curling again

[lefthandedbastard]

You're so lucky. I wish I could experience that album for the first time again.

:) im so happy to be experiencing it for the first time! Taking this anon as an excuse to ramble about it

Ok first. Like. Oh my god. It's so good. Her lyrics and like the creepy, cold production is so OUGGHH. Also i'm getting extreme like small town/suburb vibes which may just be me but its hitting very close to home. Especially the first three songs. And buzzcut season i think actually made my soul leave my body. I. Yeah. Wow. I can't wait to listen to the album more, then the it will be more cohesive to me and i'll have more thoughts other than AAAAAA. It feels like a really depressing coming of age movie. If that makes any sense. ALSO OHHH MY GOD GLORY AND GORE???? WHWHHOAAGH. I want to say its an analogy for celebrity culture but ive not taken a close look at the lyrics yet. And musically the whole thing is amazing i mean its just such a vibe. And her voiceeee oughh i mean yeah. Cant wait to listen to more Lorde thanks for giving me the excuse to rant anon <3

[angustully]

the thing that im struggling with lately is the fact that now that ive started testosterone im actually LOOKING at myself in the mirror when i get dressed or get out of the shower and its like. its actually too much for me to bear i think. because for the last 10 years or so ive basically cultivated my appearance to require the least attention from me & others as possible. i have a buzzcut because i dont like having to think about what to do with my hair and i dont like thinking about what other people might think about what ive chosen to do with my hair. and i wear jeans and shirts ive owned for years because i know they fit and thats all that matters. but a lot of this is coming from a place of protection or self preservation basically because being a person thats not conventionally attractive or at the very least youve just never had someone genuinely tell you they are attracted to you, its way easier (for me anyway) to just accept that about myself and not try so hard to look any other way. i dont regret starting T obviously and of course logically i know that i will see results at some point in the future and its only been 3 shots so far so yeah it makes sense im not seeing any immediately. but its the fact that im LOOKING for changes in my appearance now.... its not something im used to and its honestly been deeply uncomfortable for me already... im looking for changes in my appearance and paying attention to my appearance and then also im not even seeing any difference? its like im watching a pot of water waiting for it to boil, i just feel stupid but i cant look away and i cant pretend that im not disappointed when nothings happening

[27-liter-horse]

11.10.24.

I cant exactly say today was a good day but it was VERYY enjoyable. First of, we had a physics detention and there was a literal ocean of kids who had to attend to the point some of us had to give up our seats to the other kids and just stand up for 45 minutes. I was one of the kids who had to stand. We had to write our names on a list because there were 3+ classes of kids and this one boy who I cant fucking stand in the slightest threatened to beat me up because I pushed him slightly because he wouldnt fucking move and I had to write down my name too. Which I would take seriously if he wasnt blessed with the looks of a gay porn actor (a bottom at that). He is shorter than me, has twink blue eyes, wears cheap off brand golden chains and has a dirty blonde buzzcut. If that wasnt enough my voice is deeper than his which is fucking hillarious. And him and another dude literally kissing one another on the cheek WITH THE DUDE RESTING HIS HAND ON THE TWINKS SHOULDER solidified my belief in him being a bottom. Also I confronted the girl who set me up and the way she was desperately trying to make me unblock her and then tell me that the harasser is 15 year old after I called him a pedophile...OKAY?? That doesnt make it okay. Also I had to lie that my cat scratched me after the same girl who set me up YELLED OUT LOUD that I have scars on my arm. Jesus Christ. Two classes later I bought the regular african monster because there werent any caucasian ones and while I was at the store there were two dudes next to me and they deadass commented ''Damn look at that chick'' and I swear to God this has been the third time I have been harrased this month and it hasnt evem been two weeks yet. I want to say I despise that kind of attention and I really do but it almost feel euphoric because of it. I feel like my identity is getting validated especially because I am not allowed to express my femininity as much as I want to. Becoming a metalhead has made me so much more secure and appreciable of my masculinity. I even plan on sewing metal band logos and album covers on my texas jacket. Also I keep the receipts and tabs so I can make a drawing using the receipts and a cool metal necklace with the tabs with a little nameplate with the tabs. While buying the monster I asked for cigarettes ''for my mom'' but the store clerk said I needed an adult with me for that purchase </3. I like the clerk he has this weird energy and look to him. He is this older dude with a gigantic forehead and receding hairline coupled with long greying brown hair, an anorexic face and ashtray blue eyes. He looks like if the word ''nicotine ashes'' was a person. However, this girl in my class told me she will buy cigarettes at her place for me and that I just have to give her the money. I requested Marlboro and I cant wait to give her the money in a couple days. It has been almost 2 months after I smoked for the first time. I got a C in anatomy and the teacher let the kids who got graded go home early so I bought a hot chocolate with the small amount of money I do have and that shit burned my tongue and mouth so bad that theyre still numb. My mother came home with my sister and they had a massive argument over some bullshit and I couldnt care less but seeing my mom so pissed off and my sister finally experiencing some form of a blow at her ego made my day that much better especially because all of this happened on a Friday. Also I have inspiration to write another song and this one is going to be heavily focused on cocaine (the closest to coke I've ever tried was pepsi) and its inspired by Sky Ferreira again. I really like Sky and her music, its the exact kind of teenage angst I long for in my life and I'm so excited to be making music like her someday.

[17gz]

not adding this onto the prev post bc yknow. not my place. but i have a (kinda grown out) buzzcut rn for passing purposes but i cant wait to grow my hair out more, i have THICK 2B indian hair that i dont use any heat or damaging products on and when i have a full wavy mane with a beard it makes me feel SOOOO HOT but my priority is passing more right now and having a buzzcut rly ensures that

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1/2And here is 4x07: ‘Okay, i decided. It will be a scare. That will result into him having some wake up call and confess his love for Blondie. But Bri Bri will be absolutely fine.’ He pressed play and the episode starts with the mri scans/doctor check up ‘OH COME ON! He cant catch a fucking break! He can’t have cancer. No. It’s a scare. NO HE WILL NOT DIE! NO’ Vic’s funeral is up ‘Brian is here. Of course he is. Going to a funeral after finding out you MIGHT have cancer is fucked up. (The scene with Brian/Jen/Justin happens) No Brian, no. DAMN IT JUSTIN DOESNT KNOW ABOUT THE SCARE YET. Damn it, Jen. Fucking hell, they don’t know yet’ the Britin picnic is up!!! ‘Awww LOOK AT THEM! CUTE AND (Brian reads his fortune cookie “a surprise awaits you”) well that’s just fucked up while he waits to find out if he has cancer or not. *pauses tv* THE MAN YOU LOVE! HE SAID THE MAN YOU LOVE! AND BRIAN DIDNT RUN FOR THE HILLS! Oh i am so totally right about Brian having a wake up call because of his scare and confessing his love. *plays ep again* oh Justin is a writer! Awww that was cut- YOU MISSED THE CUTE PART! Look *rewinds ep and hold my face to show me the part where Justin lays on Brians lap and they kiss* ADORABLE! Oh they are about to have sexy time. Brian, are we getting old? You wouldve jumped at the opportunity to fuck anywhere but the bed. Nevermind floor sex it is. (Brian stops Justin from having sex) oh no. HE JUST FAKE TIRED! Oh shit, he is scared that Justin will feel the lump.’ The scene where Debbie blast Christmas music and Emmett wakes up all dramatic ‘is that how it was when i woke you up at 5 am with that Sandstorm song? My bad..whats going on with Debbie? Christmas for Vic. Okay. Grief makes you do weird shit and that’s okay.’ ‘Shit. I was worried this Ted and Blake thing was moving too fast. Fuck. Damn it, i was hoping they’d finally be happy’ ‘you know what would be even better than Brian having his little father son moment? If Justin was there. No Brian, you ARE going to grow old! With Blondie. Because I said so. (Brian says teletubbies could make gus gay and this fucker looks at me and points and goes ‘YOU WERE OBSESSED WITH THEM’) fuck you lindsay, he is actually a GREAT father. Wait lindsay you are onto something here, he would look spectacular as one of those half silver foxes with a bit of beard. *looks at me and snaps his fingers trying to remember something* who was that guy that just wanted to work and fuck and then he fell in love…come on be useful..he was hot. Still is. GEORGE CLOONEY! Yes! That! Yup. Same person. Kinda. Im onto something.’ ‘Ben, my man. Don’t take this the wrong way but if you say “you dont have it” to mike, one more time. I am jumping through this tv.’ ‘NO TED. Please don’t do anything stupid. Please tell me you’re at the club to hang out. Not to get high. Please no. No. (Shows Justin and Emmett) GOOD BOY TED!’ ‘I need Brian to come clean to Justin. Too old? What the fuck kind of line is that? Baby, if he fucked you when you got that atrocious buzzcut, why would the hair be a problem now? (Brian comes home to the guys) wait what? Okay Justin. Look at you, you little kinky shit! I like this Justin. But damn it, would it kill them to talk to each other? Brian, come on. It’s just a scare so just tell him’ Emmett and Ted scene is up! ‘EMMETT! My babies! I miss this ted and emmett so much, give me my babies back!’ Brian and Michael scene is up ‘brian can’t escape death talk or balls. Fucking hell. Can everyone stop talking so that he gets his head out of his ass and tell blondie about it. Unless if this is his wake up call. Don’t worry Bri Bri, you will be okay, its just a scare. Cause I said so. And i control the story!’

THE MAN YOU LOVE! HE SAID THE MAN YOU LOVE! AND BRIAN DIDNT RUN FOR THE HILLS! Mmmmhmmm.

I LOVE how excited he is about Ted and Emmett being friends again. And his reaction to Ben being such a fucking baby about his book especially in the face of Mikey's success with Rage.

[corruptology]

I love having long hair and I cant wait for it to get to the length I want but holy shit some days I rlly do miss my buzzcut

[mo-ondial]

im going to cut my hair this week. 

when i was in first grade, i wanted to cut my hair. but i also kind of didn’t. 

cutting my hair meant that i could donate it. my hair could help someone with cancer! that would be cool. and i didn’t like brushing my hair, and i didn’t like washing my hair, and i did NOT like it when my hair was wet, or dirty, or ponytail-headache inducing. 

but i also kind of liked it. it was long, and it flew in the wind behind me when i ran. i could braid it at sleepovers, and put bows in it, and could put all sorts of pigtails in it for crazy hair day. when i got older i could dye it, all sorts of pretty colors. 

i decided to keep one, long braid. 

funny interlude actually, i wanted one braid in the front. to pull my hair out of my face, and so people could see it. but my mother wanted one in the back. she was trying to talk me out of it, because she didn’t want to deal with it. she also worried that having hair too long braided could give me a bald spot. so we decided that i would have two, and we’ll decide which one to keep. 

i still have two. 

so i was two-braided kid. 

people ask me so often why i did it - on the street, at the dentist, at school. sometimes i say i don’t know. sometimes i say i don’t remember. sometimes i say that it was just a fun thing i thought of when i was little, after all, why do first graders do anything? 

i think i wanted to be like rapunzel in the books that i read, like my uncle with loooong matts that he says he keeps because it keeps the past with him, like the native american draftees that i read about in an article, that were excellent trackers, but it lessoned their ability to track greatly when the army required them to cut their long hair. 

i wanted to be like myself. my hair changed so often, i liked donating it, and i liked change, and i wanted a piece of me to be recognizeable. i always remember the people with interesting hair. 

there was pressure put on me to be good different. i was allowed to be quirky, i was allowed to be odd, as long as i remembered that i had to be funny and cool to make up for it. i needed a redeeming quality for how odd i was. i had to be good different. i forced myself to be as outwardly weird as i could because i was scared of blending in and scared of being singled out for my actual insecurities. i needed to put that difference in between me and the white, cisgender, straight, pretty, able-bodied, skinny person that i thought was ��average”. i was too scared of measuring up to what everyone told me was “normal” and “default” and coming up short, that i needed to run the other way. it was my job to entertain, to put on a show for people. i remember laying awake at night in third grade, trying to rewrite the way that i talked so that it was accessorized and quirky but good quirky. “whats a more original way to say hello?”, “i should say ‘steal’ instead of borrow, i think that’s what sarcasm is”, “i think it would be cute and funny to wear mismatched socks”. 

“i wonder what hairstyle people would notice?”

but it was cute. i was young. i liked it at first. 

at girl scout camp when people nicknamed me they named me braids. 

yea, braids. that’s me. i have braids. 

its what people remember about me. my sister when working with people in my grade mention my two long braids, and people remember that more than they remember my name. 

just last week, we were playing psyche, and the question was what i would patch a hole in the roof with, and someone put my braids. 

hair. it’s weird. it’s a part of your body, yes, but also not quite. i can’t feel it. there aren’t any nerves in it. and you get to choose some of it. you start out with what comes from your scalp, be it curly, straight, dark, light, thin, thick. but you get to choose the length, the style, you can dye it, you can make it your own. it is in between body and fashion. 

when we give affirmations, and the rules say that you can’t give physical complements, i still without a doubt get ones that complement my braids. 

are these a part of me? is my choice that i made in first grade that they are complementing? is “braids” a personality? 

don’t get me wrong, i used to like it. a long time ago. i still do. maybe. or maybe it’s just change. 

my father tries to convince me to cut them off. sometimes jokingly, but also not. they’re too much work. but isn’t me who does the work? 

my sister says that i have to cut them eventually. when i say i want to keep them forever, that’s ridiculous. but if i say i will cut them eventually, then yes, that’s the right option. because what if im rejected from a job interview? i certainly can’t go to college with them. i can’t have them as an adult. 

everyone says eventually. but when the fuck is eventually? 

i don’t like them anymore. i really, really, do want to cut them. it’s been long enough. i’ve been keeping them as some sort of obligation to who i once was, which isn’t who i am now. they keep me from being able to have the hairstyles i want. they’re the reason i can’t lay down in the grass as rest me head. the reason i can’t wear necklaces or things with too many rhinestones because they get caught. the reason why i have to stop myself from getting my head wet in pools because it would confine me to hours of brushing. they’re remnants of my need to make sure im feminine enough and accessorized enough to be respected. they aren’t mine anymore. they’ve always belonged to other people. for other people to see, to touch, to play with. 

so i started mentioning that i want to cut them. 

really? cut them? why? yes, i am the same person that cried when a camp bully came at me with scissors while i was sleeping and tried to cut them off. but then is different from now. 

now that i say “now” instead of “eventually”, look how everyone disagrees again. 

even my father, against it from day one, says that he kind of regrets it, because he’s going to miss them. 

my mother resents me cutting them even more, for she’s the one that read in my diary the words “trans”, “nonbinary”, “they/them”. my braids are the last feminine thing about me that she doesn’t want to give up. 

but funnily enough, when she says “But they’re mine too! You can’t cut them!”, that’s when im sure i want to cut them. they are on my head. they grew out of my head. i brush them and braid them every month and every time i go swimming. whatever part of myself that other people think that they own has been stolen from me, and i have every right to take it back. 

isn’t this hard enough? deciding that hey, im grown, i can give up this thing that ive gotten so used to and attatched a part of my identity to? seeing the last bit of my feminine childhood fall to the floor? why do you have to make a fuss and make me hate my hair even more instead of this being a personal right-of-passage for me and a good sendoff?

but everyone wants to get rid of something eventually. because eventually never comes. 

but “eventually” is now. i’m tired of eventually. seeing a doctor eventually or fixing my teeth eventually or getting therapy eventually, moving bedrooms eventually, asking her out eventually, using my preferred name eventually, living eventually. 

i’m not cutting my hair eventually. 

im going to cut my hair this week. 

[holey-ghost]

I love shaving my head so much like it's so NICE not having hair love it 10/10

[dunnswrld]

brainrot incoming....imagine while they're traveling they obvi eat out alot and go to many restaurants where they find reader a bartender/server and they can't help but fight over who can talk to you more...yk?

THIS EEK! also ik i didnt include wee man and preston it’s just that im not really requested to do them so i just wrote for the main people im requested to do.

all the guys went to hooters just to film random stuff they did. the whole idea was just to make themselves look like fools in front of pretty girls.

while they waited for their waitress steve-o might snort salt and pepper and have to hold back throwing up cause he really didn’t want to embarrass himself in a hooters. his red face and closed mouth gagging had the whole table laughing. rick of course filming steve-o on a smaller camera.

all the guys were being loud and rowdy like usual, johnny’s laugh booming through the restaurant as other customers looked at their table with a annoyed expression. 

rick was smiling because they were actually getting good footage, he thought the idea of filming in a restaurant would be bad because of many factors but it was going really well surprisingly.

but that idea went down the drain as soon as you walked up to their table.

“hi boys im yn and ill be your waitress today. can i get you guys started with any drinks?”

your orange shorts and practically skin tight top had every guy at the table fall silent and just admire you, everyone but rick and jeff of course. only because they knew how to keep it in their pants

“ill take a miller light.”

“yeah ill have the same thank you.”

the rest of the guys watched closely as you scribbled down their drinks, they were taking in how nice your hair was, how smooth your skin looked, and how lovely your sweet smile was.

“anything for you guys?”

all the boys began to stammer until bam- the youngest out of all them- spoke up over all the mumbling sentences being spoke.

“ill have a rootbeer.”

“cant handle the real thing yet?”

“uh- no ma’am.”

half the table couldn’t help but laugh at bam’s sudden manners, ma’am? he had barely just met you and he was already whipped.

“yeah he’s just a baby. only 20! so he legally can’t have any, sucks right? but anyway im actually 23 and will have a beer.”

bam kicked ryans leg from under the table for ratting him out that he was only 20. the kick caused the silverware on the table to jump up. ryan trying to keep the best poker face infront of you as he could, getting kicked in the was a very tough kind of pain.

“ill have a beer too.”

a very smiley chris said as he looked over others at the table to see you. his smile reminded you of a kid in a candy store so you couldnt help but give him a small nod with a smile.

“one beer for mr smiley.”

you said earning a giggle from chris, his cheeks flushed a red.

“are you on the menu?”

you looked up from your notepad to see the boy with the buzzcut make the silly pick up line that earned several scoffs from his friends at the table.

“unfortunately not, but beers are.”

“yeah that’ll do too.”

you then looked up from your notepad after writing the last guys order signaling you were ready for the next orders.

“i’ll have just a beer sweetheart.”

“just a beer for the cowboy got it.”

johnny couldn’t help but laugh, he was glad such a pretty girl like you had a sense of humor.

“two beers for us please.”

you looked over at the blonde man who had just spoke, a brown haired boy next to him. the brown haired boy didn’t look a day over 19 and his rosey pink cheeks didn’t help that factor.

“what year were you born in sir?”

“uh- me?”

“yes you, you don’t look a day over 19.”

“‘76 miss.”

“you sure got a baby face for being 26.”

you trusted the boy and wrote yet another order of beers. and when you looked up from your note pad you saw the whole tables eyes on you, other than the nice two gentlemen who ordered first.

“well i’ll make sure they get those out for you boys quickly.”

a rush of thank yous was heard from the table, each boy wanted to be the first to say it to you but instead they all said it in union together.

when you walked away rick and jeff quickly hursted out laughing. the rest of the table knowing exactly why they were laughing and rolled their eyes at them.

“you- you guys were like a bunch of vultures circling their pray but except being vultures you all are virgins!” 

jeff said in between laughs, his sentence only making rick laugh even harder than he was before.

“im so glad i got that on camera!”

[zzokks]

dealer discount // eddie munson x reader

summary: when steve runs out of weed, he has the bright idea to send you off to buy it, with the promise of smoking it together after. maybe you can both even get a discount?

notes: fem!reader, mentions of weed but its pretty mild, reader is friends with steve (there is not enough bestfriend steve fics out there), pre season 4, i love goofy eddie so much

the formatting might be weird because this is posted from my phone.

The sound of dry leaves split through the silence underneath your tapping foot. You shifted slightly on the wooden bench you were sitting on and looked around. The woods behind Hawkins High were overcast and orange, with autumn leaves littered all over the ground. However there was no sight of any people. You had been waiting for over ten minutes, and if it weren't for the promise Steve had made you would have left. You desperately wished you'd brought your watch to check the time. You were starting to get hungry.

A rustle in the woods sounded and you flinched, looking around behind you. Squinting, you waved it off as a squirrel when a loud thud sounded behind you.

"Shit!" You jumped and spun back around to see Eddie Munson with his hands placed on the picnic table you were sitting at. He looked a bit panicked at your reaction before his expression returned to normal.

"Sorry sweetheart," he smirked, sitting down opposite you. You frowned at him as he leaned forward

"Look at you, buying weed from little ol' me," his mouth spread into a shit-eating grin and you scowled even further. Maybe you wouldn't be able to get that weed for Steve, especially if Eddie kept annoying you. "You're lucky I even came out here. I'm not in the habit of selling to youngins like you."

You rolled your eyes. "And Im not in the habit of wasting my time Munson. I've been waiting for like, years."

Eddie blinked, as though he didn't exactly know how to respond. Then, he dropped off his seat onto the ground.

"Wha—"

"How ungentlemanly of me!"

You raised your eyebrow as Eddie scooted over to you, walking on his knees as he went. His hands were clasped together as he looked up at you.

"To keep a lady of such high stature waiting for so long. Please Miss Hawkins High! Shall you ever forgive me?"

You grimaced, but you couldnt help letting a chuckle escape your lips. "Oh god. You're such a nerd."

Eddie scooted onto the bench beside you and you backed up to give him space. "And don't call me that. Its such a stupid name."

Eddie grinned and leaned on the table, batting his eyelashes at you. His eyes were like pools of hot chocolate and you were drinking all of his attention. "How about Queen Y/N then huh? Or Lady Hawkins—"

"Just Y/N. I have a name."

"Okay, Y/N," Eddie teased, "I'm actually surprised you're here. Obviously, you hang around with Harrington, but I'd expect you'd just get the stuff from him."

"Oh I do normally. But he cant make it today."

"How fortunate," Eddie grinned, leaning forward. "It seems he's blessed me with your gracious presence."

You scrunched you nose as Eddie popped open his black lunchbox. You always thought it was rather brave of him to carry it around so carelessly.

"Hey, you know… this isnt the first time we've talked," Eddie mumbled, looking away from his lunchbox.

"No?"

"You remember Gareth? English project? Eighth grade?"

You looked down as you tried to remember what he was talking about. When it popped into your head, your face lit up.

"Oh! Right, he was the kid with the band."

"Yup. You used to call me Buzz."

You laughed and Eddie smiled. "Oh my god, I totally forgot you had a buzzcut."

"Took me a while to get it like this," Eddie fluffed up his hair. "But it was worth it."

"Yeah definitely," you smiled, "it looks nice."

Eddies smile grew as he leaned on his hand. His hair shook as he moved, catching the light of the bleak sky. He paused for a bit, and then brought his lunchbox towards him.

"Well, well, well, you are a real charmer, you know that?" Eddie passed you a plastic bag and tilted his head a little. "Flattery works very well with me, so I'll do $15 for half a pound. I mean you're robbing me blind here."

You tilted your head so it aligned with his. You smirked and hummed. "Why? Is it really flattery or am I just so alluring?"

Eddie chuckled and mumbled into his hand. "Well, lets just say its both."

You straightened up and laughed. "Ding ding ding! We have our winner folks. If I had anything on me, you'd probably get it all free."

"Why? Your ego as big as Harrington's hair?"

You laughed again and handed the money over to Eddie. He pocketed it gratefully as you stood up.

"Thanks for the green Munson."

He grinned and gave a small salute. "Pleasure doing business with you Y/LN."

As you walked off back towards the highschool, you smiled and yelled back to him.

"You're lucky flattery works on me too. You've got yourself a returning customer."

Steve's eyes lit up when you shook the bag in front of his eyes as you prepared to head home from school.

"You got the discount, yeah?"

You nodded and he pumped his fist. Laughing, you leaned back in your seat as Steve pulled out of the parking lot so you could go somewhere more secluded. As soon as he put his car back in park, You brought the weed back out.

"I knew you'd be able to butter up Munson," Steve chuckled, rolling up his joint.

You shrugged. "He's really easy to talk to I guess. He's actually nice."

Steve raised an eyebrow at you and laughed loudly. "Are you already high?"

You rolled your eyes and snatched the joint from Steves hands.

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[besidethedyingfire]

I'm already so pumped for your story 👀 The concept is just so cool !! Do you have a physical description of the LI ? I'd love to draw them !!

thank you so so much, and your art is gorgeous ?? i cant believe someone actually wants to draw my characters, haha.

Okay, so thing is— physically describing people is my weakness, I am so bad at it that I usually just get people to wait and read the story so they can gauge how the characters look from that,, but for you I will try <3 please please let me know if you need specifics, again i suck at physical descriptions

Messina is 5’9, and mixed race. She is half white, half Māori with mid-back length, dark hair that’s loosely curled. She has full lips, dark eyes and a gaze that breaks, you know? She’s slim, but toned, especially in the arms— huntress things haha

Murphy is 6’2, and also mixed race (him and Messina are twins) so half white, half Māori. His hair is long enough to tie back, but he’s always got those bits of hair framing his face when it’s up because they’re too short to be tied back. Dark eyes as well, nice cheekbones— not sure how else to describe them than ‘nice’, lol. He’s quite muscular, as a soldier and has a pretty good build to him.

Summer is 5’1 and a dirty blonde. She’s white, and has very pretty green eyes, I imagine them to be slightly downturned too. Button nose— and like canonically her ears are very elf-shaped. don’t ask why, they just are haha. Summer is curvy, very adorable— her hair is pretty straight, too, but sometimes it’s got a wave to it.

Shaes appearance depends on their gender. Either way, Shae is Indian and has black hair, brown eyes and a beautiful downturned nose. Shae is 6’3 regardless of gender.

Female Shae wears her hair long, and often braided in one french braid down her back (summer braids it for her <3) She has a slim figure, very agile if that helps, and usually when out is wearing a black bandana covering her mouth and nose.

Male Shae wears his hair shorter, but more like current harry styles short than buzzcut short— you could run your fingers through it for sure. He’s also quite slim, again very agile but not so much muscular like Murphy. Wears a black bandana over his mouth and nose when out.

Lucas is a hopeless white boy, mousy brown curls and pretty green eyes. Also has lil freckles just under his eyes, and pretty long eyelashes. Lucas has a smaller nose, and average sized lips— he has a scar that runs from the left side of his bottom lip down to his chin. Skinny boy, but decently built, he’s 6’0, and has the most shit eating contagious smile ever.

I’m so sorry if this didn’t help at all i usually just let people imagine their own characters haha— again, sorry!