#no gear tag cause it's just me whining again but DUDE

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

I need the good Axl players to stop fucking being so noble and acting like this character is good before I lose my fucking mind. Zato actually got to be top 10 at one point and they never fucking stopped complaining about him why are we pretending that this shit is not completely absurd? (This is not a dig at Zato players I do think it's insane that they shot him that bad and yet nothing has ever happened to fucking Happy Chaos) Why is it ok for every other zoner to to what Axl is doing and ALSO get mixups and pressure and plus frames??? There is a fucking OCEAN of discrepancy between characters here. I am so tired.

[sonicboomseason3]

Sonic Boom - Theft

NOTE: Here you guys are, a random excerpt from the larger Sonic Boom Season 3 project I've been working on! If people like this one, then I'm down to share more in the future as well (but only occasionally because I don't want to clog up any of the tags). But yeah, I'm not usually someone who's super confident in my writing, but I genuinely did like how this one ended up, and I want to test the waters with this so. lol.

Some context for this: Shadow has a part-time job at Meh Burger. and it's a running bit for Sonic to have a shitty time every time he tries ordering from him, but people who have been on my blog long enough already know about that particular lore. Also, sometime before this, Meh Burger replaced all of their menus with thin slabs of steel with words etched into them due to Reasons. Don't worry about it. Smiles.

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“Uh…” Sonic faltered when he noticed that Shadow’s expression was visibly stormier than it usually was. “You… okay?”

“Where are my gloves.”

“Come again?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, hedgehog,” Shadow snapped. He pointed an accusatory finger right between Sonic’s eyes, causing him to go cross-eyed. “I haven’t been able to find them since this morning, and so I’ve had no other choice but to wear a backup pair provided by Meh Burger. Where are they.”

It took Sonic another moment to register the words coming out of Shadow’s mouth. Indeed, the latter was wearing the standard white gloves that everyone else wore instead of those weird gauntlet things. Aside from the golden rings clamped around his wrists, Shadow’s whole look was suddenly looking very, very plain.

“I… don’t know?” Sonic slowly replied, pushing Shadow’s finger back towards its owner. “What makes you think I have anything to do with that?”

Shadow scoffed and crossed his arms, clearly not believing him. “Because you are the one who would gain the most out of stealing from me. You want my gloves to enhance your own gear, which will in turn make your battles more efficient.”

“Are you serious, Shadow? I don’t even know where to begin with any of that,” Sonic said, beginning to get annoyed at all the hoops Shadow was jumping through just to blame him for his personal problems. “One, if I really felt like upgrading anything, I would’ve just asked Tails instead of going through all that trouble. Two, I have a perfectly good pair of gloves that I’ve been wearing for years, and I have zero problems with them. No holes, no chafing, no nothin’. I don’t even see what makes your gloves so special.”

“Of course they’re special. They’re the only pair in existence, unlike your inferior ones.”

Sonic’s eye twitched. “Yeah, well, at least mine don’t make me look like I’m wearing a couple of toilet plungers on my hands.”

“What?”

Honestly, Sonic didn’t really think that Shadow’s gloves were that bad, but he had his limits to how much he would take lying down before dishing right back. While he was definitely getting better at the whole ‘ordering Meh Burger when Shadow was on his shift’ thing, there were still times when he lost his patience. This was one of those times.

“Hey, can you exchange insults somewhere else?” Dave, showing up out of nowhere to stand next to Shadow, whined. “I’m sick of doing overtime cleaning up after your fights.”

Sonic supposed he should feel some semblance of gratitude towards Dave for preventing the fistfight that had definitely been about to happen, but he was still too irritated at being falsely accused. “Dave, tell Shadow it makes no sense for me to steal his gloves.”

Dave turned to Shadow with an eyebrow raised. “Your gloves are missing?”

“Since this morning. And if it truly wasn’t Sonic who took them—”

“Dude, for the millionth time, it wasn’t.”

“—then I will hunt down this unknown thief if it’s the last thing I do,” Shadow finished, completely ignoring Sonic. “And they will pay for daring to steal from me.”

“Wow, it’d sure suck to be them then,” Dave yawned, raising a hand to cover his mouth. The other two immediately took notice of the fact that he had on a very familiar red, black, and white gauntlet. “Too bad I don’t know anything.”

Sonic stared at Dave’s hand shielding his yawn, and then stared at his other hand hanging by his side. Sure enough, there was Shadow’s other glove. “Seriously?”

“David,” Shadow ground out through clenched teeth as he reached for one of Meh Burger’s steel menus.

To Dave’s credit, he didn’t even flinch at the realization that he had been found out. Instead, he closed his eyes in acceptance right as Shadow smacked him in the side of the head with the menu, the CLANG resounding throughout the entire restaurant. He fell to the floor, out cold.

“What’s wrong with you, Shadow?” Sonic asked in exasperation. “You’ve been here with him for hours at this point. How in the heck did you not notice until now?”

Shadow didn’t reply, only gazing down at Dave’s unconscious form with open disdain. Something else in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his scowl deepened. “Sonic,” he snarled, his mood worsening even more. “My air shoes are missing.”

“Come again?”

Shadow, growling like a wild animal and possessing more flexibility than a limp pool noodle, kicked his leg high up in the air and slammed it down on the counter for Sonic to see.

Thankfully, he had socks on, but Sonic still could have gone on with his life without the increased proximity to Shadow’s unshod foot. “Oh my god, dude, don’t—”

“I said my air shoes are missing,” Shadow repeated dangerously, his leg still resting on the counter. The counter where food was supposed to be served. “If you have something to do with this, say so now.”

Sonic threw his hands up in the air. “We’ve already proven I didn’t steal your gloves, so why would I steal your stupid shoes?! And again, how do you go around not noticing this stuff?!”

Shadow opened his mouth say something, but the sound of an evil laugh coming from above cut him off. They both looked up at the sky and saw Eggman hovering in the air… with some newly acquired footwear and not his Eggmobile. Sonic slapped a palm to his forehead as Shadow’s eyes narrowed into slits.

“There you are, Sonic! Behold, my greatest plan yet!” Eggman announced smugly, descending to the ground and striking a pose in front of his foe. He was trying to look cool, but the effect was slightly dimmed by how he was clearly in pain despite all his gusto. Of course he was, given that Shadow’s shoes were a few sizes smaller than his own. “I’ve figured out a way to match your speed, and now I can finally defeat you, thanks to my new roller skates! Don’t even try to stop me—”

“Trust me, I don’t have to,” Sonic sighed, hand running down his face.

“Wait, what?”

“They’re air shoes,”came three menacing words from right behind Eggman. Eggman barely had the chance to realize that Shadow had teleported from his spot at the counter before another CLANG even louder than the last one rang out. Down the street, a few villagers in their homes opened their windows, poking their heads out in confusion.

“This pathetic island is populated by trash and trash only,” Shadow sniffed. He threw the menu off to the side and bent down to take his shoes back. When he couldn’t remove them so easily, he growled again and resorted to yanking on them with so much force that Sonic was surprised that Eggman’s feet didn’t pop off with them. Putting them under one of his arms, he stomped back over to Dave’s body to do the same with his gloves. With all his gear now back in his hands, he glanced over his shoulder at Sonic. “I’m out of here. You can go get your swill elsewhere. Or starve. It makes no difference to me.”

He teleported away to who even knew where, leaving Meh Burger completely unmanned by anyone still lucid.

Sonic stood quietly for a second before looking down at Eggman, who was face down on the floor with his butt in the air, his toes red from being crammed into ill-fitting shoes, and his hands covering the rapidly forming bruise on the back of his head. “You okay, Egghead?”

“Mombot…” Eggman whimpered, dazed. “I want Mombot…”

“Yeah, I dunno how you thought that could’ve ended any other way, to be honest.”

[gaymershigh]

Bruh. When I finished writing, I accidentally pressed draft and when I posted the work, the other half of the post disappeared + the tags. I even lost the ask too! This is my first scenario request and tumblr really ruining my vibe! I.. Whatever man, guess I have to restart everything. 😊🔫

Requested by an annonie

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Jade and Floyd's boyfriend who wants to surprise hug them

It's almost the end of the day and you still haven't seen your boyfriend at all. Sure, he already texted you telling that he had some business to do but that doesn't stop you from missing his presence. His calm demeanor always gives you shivers that is filled with fear mixed with excitement, how those long and slender arms wrap your figure, how he tells you how he appreciates you being his wonderful boyfriend. Ahh, you really do missed him. You wish you can just fling yourself the second you see that handsome beast.

“Dude! Snap out of it, Dingus!” Ace smacked the back of your head, making you flinch. “Geez (Y/N), we've been screaming your name and you didn't hear anything? The Hell's up with you anyway? You're creeping me out.” Ace added worryingly. You've been standing in front of your locker like a cursed mannequin and creeping out every unfortunate soul that had to pass by.

“A-ah.. Sorry about that. It's just that it's been almost a day and I still haven't seen him at all.” You scratched the back of your neck as you use your other free hand to close your locker. “Him?- oh, do you mean Jade?” Deuce asked which you nodded.

Ace just got cringe shockwave from that. He's cool with you dating that guy it's just the fact that you're being lovey-dovey grinds his gears. Well, at least your relationship is promising. “Ok dude whatever but can you at least send Grim back home? I don't think he would like to see you morons make out.” The ginger added.

“Speaking of Grim, he's been awfully quiet.” Jack said, making all of you know exactly what's going on. The four of you grunted in unison. Of course that furballs gone, he always disappear when he gets the chance. Everyone agreed to split up to find that bastard of a raccoon.

As you walked along the corridors, thoughts of Jade popped up again and you felt like daydreaming again. You wished he could appear out of nowhere and love the crap out of you. He said that he's finished with his shady business but where is he then. You're praying that he's not already at Mostro Lounge and getting ready.

Thank the Lords that they heard and answered your prayers positively. There he was, the man of sunshine, your lover, your boyfriend strolling down the halls, alone and just s few meters apart too, he doesn't notice your presence you think. That's where you get the idea to surprise him.

“SUPRISE!” You tackled and wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, the feeling of your bodys being close is so soothing. Jade looked at you with a slightly shocked expression which turned into the soft smile you always loved. “Ah, my darling. It seems you are eager. Is it perhaps that you missed me?” Jade returned the hug as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Of course I do! Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.” You chuckled as you lovingly gazed at him. You are so happy that you forgot about your current main objective. Oh well, just hope the others find Grim for you.

Actually, he already knew that you are behind but sometimes it's nice to go along for a while.

You were supposed to meet up with Floyd but your friends just had to ruin it with they're general shenanigans of causing trouble. Not only is it difficult to solve it, you had to listen to the headmaster's speech about how valuable the thing you broke is and how you shouldn't do this and that. Basically, almost facing expulsion, again.

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!” Deuce yelled. “See ya~” Ace added as Jack just waved before the three of them left to their respective dormitories. “C'mon (Y/N), lets go home! I feel so hungry.” Grim whined as you can hear the usual monstrous growl from his stomach. “Ah about that, I'm gonna go back here. I'll send you back, ok? Just don't set the house on fire.” You mentioned as you both are on the way to the Ramshackle dorm. “I know! I'm not dumb!” The raccoon roared back. You're surprised he didn't even asked you why you're going back.

You went back to the campus as soon you were done sending Grim back home and giving him a few tuna cans so he wouldn't moan about how you don't care about his hunger since you have heard enough from the headmaster.

No matter how tired you are, you will never betray your words when the subject is about Floyd. You love him to bits and when he called you saying that he's finished with his business work, he also sounded a tiny bit exhausted. With all the shady businesses plus Mostro Lounge, he definitely deserves some praises and love from you.

The thing is, Floyd doesn't tell you exactly where you're supposed to be hanging out so right now you looked like a lost fawn in the middle of the forest. Mostro Lounge will open up in a few hours and you want to spend all the limited time with him and not miss every single bit. You could ask people where he is but the thing is, there's nobody here to begin with so, no avail.

Luckily, the gods didn't want you to look like a moron walking around the campus. Floyd is there, walking pass by the halls while whistling. You suddenly got a great idea, why not give him a little surprise? You thought yo yourself as you already sneaked into the closest room nearby which is coincidentally your classroom.

You hid under the auditorium desks and luck was in your side as Floyd enter the same room your currently in. He stand around a spot that's very easy for you to access through. Ah, isn't this just perfect!

Without warning, you lunged at his back, causing him to gasp. “Ahh! Angelfish!” he giggled as he hugged you very tightly. Thank god he's in a good mood if you can't tell. He ruffled your hair excitedly. “You're late! You better apologize or make up something! Or I'll squeeze you~” He cooed at you lovingly. You sweated at that statement, you can't tell if he's serious or not.

“Alright, alright! If we do something fun, will you forgive me then?” Your offering seemed to work as he smile grew wider. “Oh? Something fun? Of course, angelfish~” he chuckled before softly kissing your lips.

I'm really making Jade's s/o sounding like a Pomefiore student here lol~

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

[haikyutee]

WAIT DO THE WHATS GOOD SWHATY IS YOUR MAN STILL AROUND PRANK W KARASUNO WISGXLFHVHV

NO CAUSE THIS IS MY FAVOIRTE ONE

daichi

would probably be driving you to get something to eat or sumn

you can’t tell me daichi don’t be driving AND a looking hot AS HELL in the process

got one hand on the steerin wheel and one on the gear shift like stop playin wit somebody feelings 😃

chile anyways so you decide to do this trend cause y’all was chillin at a stop light and traffic had been a lil busy

you whip out your phone and play the sound or whatever and he barely even glances over cause he usually doesn’t mind if you call your friend or sumn right quick

dude hears the “what’s good shawty” and he turns to YOU AND IS LIKE 😀

he knows you ain’t just do that junk in HIS mf car like you lost yo mind

HE SNATCHED THAT MESS OUT YO HAND LIKE “gimme that shit 😠”

ends up tossing it back in your lap cause you reallyyy just caught him off guard wit that 😔

if y’all end up getting ice cream and you go to lick it or whatever (some of y’all bitches bite your ice cream like huh) he’ll push the cone into your face so it gets all up in your nose for payback 😼

sugawara

OK YALL WOULD BE IN THE DAMN GROCERY STORE

this FERAL ASS BITCH IS A TICKING TIME BOMB

he already talking about some “ don’t touch anything i’m tryna get outta here quick 🙂”

DEFINITELY ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO WILL SPAZ IF YOU HOLD ONTO THE CART

y’all would be just looking in the snack isle and then when it’s time to go you’d grip the side of the cart while he pushes it and as soon as you do it he comes to a complete stop and is like “get yo hand off my shit 😃” or “GET OFF THE CART 🤬”

you’d get a few stares no lie

but you decided to do this trend while he was looking at chips or something idk

heard the facetime sound and was like wth we are in a store

as soon as the man starts talking he looks over at you SO FAST

does the face that moms do when they tell you to stop actin up in the store and says “ give me your phone. now. 👹”

tries to get it from you but you give in and tell him it was a prank

“you’re not getting SHIT for dinner lol starve 🤪”

ends up feeding you anyway unfortunately

asahi

was probably in the shower

you didn’t even mean to do it to him honestly

you were just scrolling through tiktok and it ended up playing it by accident

homeboy comes out the shower right when it plays and FREEZES

you felt his presence so you look behind you and he’s just standing there in his towel awkwardly

“🧍”

most likely just laughs it off

brings it back up before y’all sleep

you bust out laughing which kinda makes him feel better no cap

you weren’t getting defensive so that was a good sign

LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE “🌝” AFTER YOU EXPLAIN IT WAS A TIKTOK

MANS SAID SAY LESSSS AND ROLLS OVER TOLAYS ON TOP OF YOU

he a huge ass man so have fun wit that 😜

tanaka

honestly already saw it lol

i can imagine tanaka on his phone all the damn time especially when he’s home like the bitch is always in his mf hand

so you’d be sitting on a bench outside a store waiting for his sister to pick y’all up

he’s already scrolling through tiktok lmao

y’all talked for a good 15 minutes but then it was “cool down” time yk what i mean

you being on your phone you come across the trend and you’re just SO sure it’s gonna work you’re just thinking “oh yeah, this is gonna get em’ 😼”

he kinda just dies inside a little when he hears the facetime ringing like he knows you guys aren’t really talking rn but damn you really left him to his phone huh 😢

hears the voice and at first he is VISIBLY CONFUSED

forces himself to think for a split second and realizes “ohhhh it’s that video”

says “oh i saw that lol”

you know when you send someone something and they say they already saw it

yeah this is the same feeling

if you pout he’ll slide over to your end of the bench and smother you

his sister ends up having to yell at y’all to get in because you weren’t listening

nishinoya

✨pherell ✨

feral but spicy 😼

nah dude just crazy

chases you around the house

it’s like ring around the rosy but with furniture but also if he catches you you’re 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹

it started when you turned your phone volume up so he’d hear it from the kitchen

it ECHOES and you just cringe at how you KNOW his ass heard it 😃

USED TO BE DOING THE DISHES KEY WORDS USED TO

AS SOON AS THE CLANKING STOPPED YOU FR GOT SCARED SKSOSN

LIKE THERES NO GOING BACK NOW

you hear his footsteps and don’t even wait for him to get there you just run 🏃‍♀️ 💨

EVERYTIME YOU LOOK BEHIND YOU YOU SEE HIM “ 👹” AND ITS SCARY

I CANT BRETGW

FINALLY GRABS YOUR ARM AND YOU ALMOST HAVE A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE OF THE SUDDEN DOOM

you are QUICK to tell him it was fake

probably gives you wet willies when you least expect them throughout the rest of the day

you have to guard yourself around him now

it’s like whenever someone tickles you and then you flinch when they move because you think they’ll do it again

ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAS THE NERVE TO SAY “what’re you flinching for? 🤣😈” OH MY GOD

hinata

taking care of his sister for the weekend while his parents are on vacation

you were invited but you were going to come to his house either way because his little sister LOVES you

you get her in on it honestly

so you’re sitting on the couch and going over the plan while hinata is fixing up snacks

he can’t really hear y’all from the kitchen so it’s perfect

the plan is now in full affect

his little sister casually strolls into the kitchen and says “who’s that guy y/n is talking to?”

THIS DUMBASS RUNS TO YOU BUT TRIPS OVER HIS SISTERS SHOES SHE LEFT IN THE HALLWAY EARLIER

by the time he gets to you it’s the “what’s good shawty” and before you could turn around he grabs your phone from behind the couch and it SCARES THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU

learns it’s fake and is all like oh wooooow

complains about getting tag teamed

comes up with ways to get you back and tells his sister but she keeps tattling on him 😔

tsukishima

YALL OM SO SORRY BUT I CANT SAY NUN BOUT THIS MAN EXCEPT FOR THAT FACT THAT HED JUST BE LIKE “this bitch tried it 🙄” LIKE AJAKAKJ

i feel like you’d be hanging out at his house working on a project or something and y’all took a break

he’d hear the facetime noise and just “😐” LIKE HE KNOWS YOU AIN CALLING SOEMONE WHEN YOUR TRYINF TO FINSIH A PROJECT

heard the “what’s good shawty” and goes “pfft”

mans knows you playin because you really thought you was just gon bust that out outta nowhere

probably thinks you’re dumb 💀

like if you were actually cheating on him you’d be smart enough not to answer your other mans call right? he hopes so

pack it up mr. peabody and sherman 🙄

yamaguchi

poor baby

was cuddling with you 😔

it hurted to play the sound but you had to

when it first started, he was perfectly content with you being on the phone like he was honestly about to fall asleep with his head on your stomach anyway 😌

he was zoning in and out trying to watch the movie y’all put on

then the dude started talking and ISJAN POOR BABYYYY

raises his head up like 🥺

YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM ITS NOT REAL IMMEDIATELY

APOLOGIZE NEOW 😡

whines your name

“y/nnnnnn 🙁”

he’s still groggy from being tired but tries to make a mad face

looks cute instead

like super super cute

you had to give him kisses 😤

kageyama

literally didn’t even fucking hear it SKAKJKS

i feel like he would just be doing something and either not care or not hear it AT ALL

he was on The Game ™ and in the middle of a hard part at that

you played that shit with a smirk on your face and he gives you nothing 😎

doesn’t even turn around

doesn’t even glance 👀🚫

you are flabbergasted

appalled

astonished

this bitch get on your nerves on god 😀

and when you tell him what you were trying to do earlier he’s like 🤨

kageyama would literally be the FACE of “chile anyways”

what if he like smacked you upside the head with the CONTROLLER MAKAJWJ BRUH IM DTING

“this bitch tried it 🙄” pt.2

[bigscaryyanderewriter]

Icy Resolution and Dragon's Flame (Dragonshifter! Shouto x Reader) Pt. 2

Part 1

The Part 2 like only two fuckin people asked for, lmao. Two people can make a difference on what I will and won't write, so uh. Talk to me, it really gets my ass into gear with writing. No pressure, I won't roast anyone… Unless they ask me too and even then, I'm more worthy of a good charring than any of y'all. 

Tw: Yandere themes

1.8k Words

The icy feeling of the metal chains hanging on the various parts of your body glittered in the torch light and the sunlight when you were able to see it, at least. Ever since you had began… cohabitating with Shouto, you haven't really been out as much. The cavern was the place you lived for now, not that you couldn't try to escape. You could only try and it was going to get you out for good, because having to run from an angry dragon shifter for the rest of your life was… Not your favorite possibility. 

Was there a getting out of here? There… had to be. You might be lax, you might be polite, you weren't going to just be an idle captive though. Those were just the facts!

The basket you were currently sifting through seemed to be filled with golden trinkets and it was annoying you. Pretty as they were… They were useless to you in this moment. It was making you angry. Shouto had been gone from the cave for about three days and you still hadn't managed to escape it. You assumed he must just be off hunting and got stuck or was doing something else. Things like this, being out of the loop drove you crazy as you pushed the basket away. The bracelets on your arms jangling as you moved. You could pull them off, technically. You just… never got to wear anything like this before and you feel like you look pretty snazzy in gold. At least… That's your opinion on it.

You heard something though at the entrance. It wasn't the noise of the boulder being moved, no. That was easy to identify. This was… A flute. Someone was playing a lute outside the cave. You went closer and realized, a little stone was loose from the entrance. Pulling on it, sunshine shone through as you could see through to the clearing outside.

It was so lovely to feel the warmth of the sun's rays after being kept in the dark, cool cave with only magical torches. They didn't produce heat even. It sucked.

 It was… So close to you. You peeked at the small field and the trees, seeing a small group. A pink tiefling woman, two humans, an elf, and an earth genasi! One of the humans was playing a lute, calling out loudly, you were in near tears, "Hello?! Can you please help me? Please? I need to get out of this cave." 

The dude with the lute turned with confusion along with the others. There seemed to be a collective… 'Us?' From them as you groaned, exasperated by this rag tag group already. "Yeah, you guys! Who else?!"

The red haired genasi spoke first, "We just… Nobodies ever actually asked for help before. Guys… Uh, do we save her?"

"Oh, we don't even know her, shitty hair!" The ashen blond human sighed, facepalming. "Do you know anything about em? Cause I sure as hell don't."

The tiefling spoke up, "Wait, we gotta find that dragon though! He's supposed to be around here and if we have her around, then we can use her as bait…"

You froze, "..What dragon are you looking for?"

"His name is Shouto and we're supposed to get his help, because he has something we need for our quest!" The more yellow blond human said with a grin before getting smacked in the back of the head by the other who you presumed was their leader.

"Bakugou! You didn't have to do that, I mean-" As he whined a bit, you tuned out as you realized they wouldn't help you they knew you were his captive. Why would they? Especially if they needed him. It wouldn't benefit them. 

You were going to have to trick them… 

"Hey, I know where his cave is. I can lead you there." You said with a frantic sort of gesture. "Just get me out of here, please. No using me as bait either. We just need to leave. Right now."

"How can we be sure you know where his cave is?" The black-haired elf asked suspicion on his features, leaning forward. "We aren't idiots!"

"I don't know how to prove it, ugh. You could just let me out and give me directions if you don't think I know where it is. Cause you guys don't seem to actually know exactly where you are." You admitted, a frown on your face. If they couldn't figure out the prints on the ground in the field were from a dragon… You weren't sure you could really help them further than leading them away from here as quickly as you could.

Well… With how foolish they were, you almost feel good about helping them. Even now as you eat the freshly cooked rabbit they had caught and roasted. Night came and the stars were brighter than you remembered. You had travelled a good way from the cave and were essentially leading them on a wild goose chase into the wilderness, making sure to have them mark the way. Just in case you got "lost", when really… It was just so they could find the cave where you had been… Rather than having to locate it from memory.

You quickly became acquainted and even fond of the quintet of travelers. It was fun to travel with them. Their generosity towards you was sweet. You were sure they just thought you were a princess though. 

Especially how they wouldn't let you do anything… It was annoying how persistent they were about it too. Bakugou must have thought you would screw something up, so he had them actively trying to not let that happen. That was until you woke up early enough to see they had all fallen asleep, no one keeping an eye on you as you made breakfast. They travelled prepared, although you had no idea how. 

None of them seemed to have much forethought when it came to such things.  You were pretty sure Kiri or Mina could have waltzed off any which way with just the clothes on their backs and make it just fine. Sero was easily the most lax person you have ever met and Denki seemed to be trying to win your praise at every turn. Mostly falling on his ass, but it was endearing. Bakugou though? He didn't seem to really… He was… He was an asshole. That was fine though. You can't get along with everyone.

Though, you grew especially fond of Denki with the way he was so earnest. You'd never had someone try to be so genuinely sweet to you, making you blush a little when he would praise you. No way would you fall for a bard though, that was ridiculous. Even as he promised things to you, maybe it was fast though.

No helping you though as you danced with Mina and Kirishima around the fire as Denki would play his lute. Strumming songs that made you forget everything and get lost into the songs he sang.

You hadn't seen anything from Shouto yet, so that made you feel less fear… Confidence coming back with the knowledge that you would be leaving his reach soon enough. Not even a feeling of being lost. The nearest town, a little place called Wythe was where you all rested for a minute and… You came clean.

Now, that was after a meal and proper rest. There was still some outrage as you calmly told them the truth, "I thought you wouldn't help if you knew the truth… Crazier things have happened, but that was the most likely thing." 

Bakugou looked like he was going to blow a gasket as he was already making his way to choke you within an inch of your life before Kirishima pulled him back. "So, you could have just given us the map while we were there or helped us find it, but instead you tricked us into just breaking you out of that lair?" 

"I didn't want to steal…" You shyly said, but in reality… That idea just hadn't popped into your head when you had only been thinking of getting yourself out of there.

Mina sighed as she slumped a little on the bed, "So, are we going to head back or? We did kind of break his front door and steal the maiden he kept captive. I would be pretty pissed off if that happened to me and well… While I'm not a dragon, I don't think seeing us so soon after would have him in a better mood."

Bakugou was gritting his teeth he seemed to be battling not to strangle you still, "Oh, we're going back and… Ugh, we went into Dragon territory to just leave it and now we have to go back. How does a dumbass like you get the interest of a fucking dragon?" His hand hitting the table before realizing he said that very loudly.

"Ahem. Well, you can shut the fuck up and maybe I'll just tell you. I didn't mean to anyways." You groaned, crossing your arms as you leaned into the seat. "I just was lost and did something that was just a fuckin decent act. Apparently that qualified me for the running in The Dragon Bachelor or whatever."

The snort that erupted from Mina was contagious as you looked at her, quirking your eyebrow. You continued though, "I was stuck in the cave for a good while with Shouto before he left on a hunting trip. Then you guys showed up after he was gone for a couple of days. I had you guys mark the trees so you could follow it back to the cave. You'll be fine. Anyways, you can fill your supplies and buff up your defenses. Plus, you'll want to avoid his father… It will be a… Yeah, you wouldn't have to worry about much if you run into him. You'll all be dead in seconds."

In actuality… Endeavor was the least of their concerns for the moment. The soft landing and soon the cry of a young, anguished dragon… It sounded for miles into the forest as he quickly feel temper overcome him for a second. Mistakes happened, he shouldn't have left you alone for so long. Irresponsible. You couldn't have gotten far though. He sniffed around and saw the scratched x along the tree at the edge of the field, blowing a frosty breath and the little marks lit up down through the forests like a pathway. He would save you from whatever poor decisions you had made to take you away from him though. 

Everything would be all right again when you were back in his cave, snuggles up safely with him and wrapped with the plush fur blankets… You couldn't have left willingly… Why would you? He offered you everything and you were so grateful! He would save you, be your hero and you would be happy to be back. Never to leave his side again, you'd be that much closer to loving him like he loved you! But he had to get you back first and foremost. Powerful, white and red wings beat against the air as he lifted off the ground. He had a little one to search for.

[winchester90210]

The BH 90210 Rewrite. - Ch. 1: Baby’s First Pilot

What’s a rewrite? A rewrite is taking the show already written and inserting your new character/s and their storylines into it. It takes already known and loved (or hated) characters and gives you a chance to see how they react in situations they never would have faced otherwise. But in this case, I’m going further than the episodes that are there and adding my own, both to make the story flow more cohesively and because I enjoy writing it!

Chapter Summary: West Bev gains a new student, the Walshes gain a new friend.

Pairing: No one…yet.

Chapter Warnings: A few swear words, other than that nothing!

Word Count: roughly 1,500

Disclaimer: my work is not to be reposted in anyway without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging Is fine!)

Song: None this chapter! if there is, I’ll put it here with a link to the audio from youtube. If it goes with a specific part of the chapter, I’ll put a symbol to let you know when. 

A/N: Tags are under the cut! This is just a little intro chapter, once we move on from the reader’s pilot we’ll delve into the series starting with The Green Room! (1×02)

November 9th, 1990

“And if you go down to the Guidance Office, Brenda Walsh will be there to give you a tour.”

“Right. Okay. And the Guidance Office is…” You trail off, cocking your eyebrow at the principal.

“Down the hall, take the first left. It should be the first door on your right,” he continues, “Welcome to West Beverly High, Ms. Y/L/N.” You give him a smile and make your way down to the office. Down. Left. Right. Got it. As you walked down the hall you could swear every person looked straight from an issue of Vogue. Opening the door with a squeak, you see a girl with long, dark, brown hair and meticulously styled bangs. Hopefully, not everyone would look this perfect. Right? You became painfully aware of your own appearance, quickly messing with your hair and straightening your clothes. You spent an hour and a half getting ready this morning, and that’s after you picked your outfit. To say you were nervous about looking good enough was an understatement.

“Hey! You must be Y/N,” she smiles, standing from her chair.

“And you’re Brenda?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m here to show you around. The classes, the offices, the cutest guys,” Brenda began, a smirk on her face, “We can walk through your schedule first though. Later I’ll show you to the quad, that’s where me and my friends usually hang out.” You nod, a nervous glint in your eye. Brenda seems to pick up on the way you’re chewing your lip and fidgeting with your hands and adds “They’re totally cool, don’t worry. My brother Brandon can be incredibly annoying but other than that they’re great.”

“Oh, you have a brother? Older, younger?” You ask, following her as she starts to make her way through the halls to your classes. She introduces each room as she goes. You stay slightly behind her, being careful not to bump into anyone as you weave through. You could feel the intensity as soon as you stepped into the school, like you could make one false move and end up committing social suicide before you even got started. You saw the thousand dollar jackets, the shoes, the dresses, the way everyone carried themselves. It was like a false sense of arrogance, the good in them screaming, wanting to get out, rid themselves of the materialistic trap they found themselves in. Or maybe that was just you. You caught their stares, the way they eyed you up and down. They seemed to pick up on the fact you were new very quickly. How? Was it your hair? Your clothes? You’re dragged out of your thoughts from Brenda’s response.

“Twins, actually…although he likes to act like he’s my older brother,” She says. “Do you have any siblings?”

“Um, I have an older brother, Eric.” You pause before saying, “He’s more of a…free spirit.” You make small talk with Brenda until you reach your first period, learning little things about each other as you go. You tell her you’re from Wisconsin, you learn she moved down from Minnesota not too long ago. You feel the tension in your body go away the more you talk with her. It comes back though, geared into full swing as soon as you walk into class. Your hands are shaky, balancing yourself onto the wood desk and setting your backpack next to you. Sitting down, you gaze at the room. It’s covered in maps and pictures of places in Europe you couldn’t identify. The bell rings and students file into the room. Thankfully, it’s a smaller class for 11th grade World History. Here goes nothing.

The teacher gives a small lecture and hands out worksheets, a true or false quiz on the Spanish Empire. While you’re zoned into the quiz, two boys behind you murmur.

“Hey. Bran. Do you recognize that girl?” A boy, his head adorned with blond curls whispers, gesturing to you with a head nod. However, you don’t notice, too preoccupied with finishing and passing your first quiz at your new school.

The other boy shakes his head, “No, ‘she new?”

“She must be, I’m pretty sure I would remember her.”

“Yeah, no kidding…” They both pause, looking to you for a moment. Brandon continues his thought with a whisper, “Dibs.”

“Dude, come on!” Steve’s voice rang out in a whine, startling you. What was his problem?

“Steve Sanders.” She scolds. “Do we have to have this talk again?” You follow the teacher’s gaze behind you, and sparkling blue eyes meet yours, paired with coiffed dirty blond hair, and a denim outfit. He gives you a smile and you flash him your own, all while Steve tries to fend off the teacher.

“No, ma'am. I’ll be quiet, ma'am. Sorry. It won’t happen again… ma'am.” Brandon looks at you, both of you holding back rounds of giggles at Steve’s flustered retort.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

The rest of the class is peaceful, all of you silently doing your work. And while peaceful, there’s still a mischievous air in the room, you and Brandon catching glances at each other while you think the other person isn’t looking. You finish up your sheet and turn it in at the front of the room. Your shoes squeak a little too loudly, attracting a few stares as you walk back to your desk to pack up your things. You cringe at the sound but try to brush it off. The bell finally rings, but when you go to walk out you’re stopped in your tracks.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Well, that’s a way to talk to someone you’ve never met, I guess. You eye him up suspiciously. “I’m Sanders,” he takes an unneeded dramatic pause, “Steve Sanders.” You watch his friend from earlier roll his eyes and chuckle at his friend’s cocky introduction. You want to laugh too. Are you supposed to laugh? Is this Steve guy kidding? Cause he had to be. But what if he wasn’t? What if this is just him? Compose yourself, Y/N! Deep breath. In. Out.

You take a breath and speak, “So I’ve heard.”

“Yeah? You’ve heard about me?” His smirk is dripping with arrogance as he talks, leaning into you.

“Yeah like, literally just now…when the teacher totally grilled you?” You let out a laugh that time, holy shit. This guy was serious.

“Hey! She didn’t grill me, okay? She was just trying to act like she was in charge. It’s her job.” You study his face as he defends himself. Huh. He would be cute if he wasn’t being such a jackass, you think.

You sigh, “Look, I have a class to go to, and someone’s waiting for me. Sorry, Steve.” Apologizing, you slip past him and into the hallway.

“Good effort out there, Steve-o,” Brandon laughs, giving Steve a pat on the back and grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Oh, there you are!” Brenda calls out, grabbing Brandon on the arm and pulling him outside of the class. “The girl I’m showing around is going to work on the West Beverly Blaze next period. Can you go with her? Kelly needs me, so I can’t. Wardrobe malfunction. It’s a total disaster.” Pleading eyes are shot Brandon’s way.

He hesitates for a moment but says “Yeah, alright…bring me to her and I can get her there.” His sister’s face immediately lights up, a grin on her face.

“Yes! Thank you! I owe you!” And with that, she’s dragging him over to you while you look over your schedule. “Y/N! This is Brandon, I told you about him earlier,” she starts. And then you lock eyes with him for the second time that morning and it’s as if time stops. Your stomach churns, feeling the butterflies wreaking havoc, fluttering around. And something about the way he shifts on his feet, messes with his hands, and has a goofy smile on his face tells you he’s just as uneasy as you are. Hopefully a good kind of uneasy. “Brandon? Y/N? Hello??” She had never seen her brother like this. He had always been a natural with girls. Cool and confident. But right now he was flustered, giddy even. He wasn’t sure why he was acting like this either. Maybe it was the anxiety of a new school, he thought. He just felt so…awkward.

“Oh, sorry, uh…nice to meet you, Brandon,” you smile and hold out your hand for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Shaking your hand, he continues “Brenda wants to me to show you to the journalism room.” Before you get to respond, Brenda is already darting off without a word. You cock your head at the sight of Brenda bolting down the halls while Brandon just shakes his head and laughs.

“So, shall we?”

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[hazza-bear-care]

Babie Crue (3/?)

A/N: This will be the second time I’m writing this because it accidentally got deleted when I went to add tags. I hope this one is more acceptable than the first draft, because guess who didn’t save the first draft.... ME!! I’m so sorry for not only leaving you guys waiting for the third part of this series, but also deleting it on accident. I FINALLY have a new laptop, so hopefully I’ll be able to update everything as soon as possible. Love ya!

Pairings: The Dirt! Motley Crue X OC, Eventual MGK! Tommy Lee X OC, Possible Douglas Booth! Nikki Sixx X OC

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drug use, smoking, and alcohol. Wowee I’m so pissed at myself for deleting this.

Description: I don’ t remember exactly what happened, but Tommy somehow convinced Doc to let Cam join the Ozzy Osbourne/ Motley Crue tour. 

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“Hey, Doc! This is Cam! She’s a friend of mine from high school!” Tommy screamed over the music blaring through the small apartment. 

“It’s lovely to meet you, Cam!” Doc responded holding his hand out for Cam to shake. 

“I actually have a question regarding Cam, Doc. I was actually wondering if she and her daughter could join us on tour.” Tommy questioned, ignoring the looks people were throwing in his direction. 

“You have a kid?!” Zutaut and Vince yelled, shocked at the revelation. 

“Tommy are you serious, man? Look around you! This is not the proper world to bring up a baby in!” Mick yelled. Tommy waved everyone off, staring at Doc and waiting for his reaction. The drummer could see the gears in the manager’s head grinding as he thought. 

“Tommy, Gracie and I are fine here. I have a steady job and your parents are angels. I agree with Mick on this,” Cam argued, suddenly feeling small under everyone’s scrutinous gaze.

“I’m sure Doc could give you a job. Hell, he could probably even pay you better than that shitty restaurant ever could! So, Doc, what do you say?” Tommy defended. The manager turned his attention to Cam, the 20 year old mother gnawing on her lip as her nerves began to get the best of her. 

“So you work at a restaurant. How old is your daughter?” Doc asked. 

“Grace is almost six months old, Doc.” Cam answered, a slight smile on her face as she thought about her daughter. 

“She’s so great, Doc. As low maintenance as babies get, Gracie’s probably the lowest of the low. She’s the cutest little bundle. You’re going to love her, Doc,” Tommy gushed. Cam smiled and furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the other Motley Crue guys in confusion. Nikki and Mick beamed, genuinely surprised with the words coming out of Tommy’s mouth while Vince mimicked vomiting behind Doc’s back. 

“I don’t know what I can offer you job wise, but I can very clearly see how much you and Grace mean to Tommy and the rest of the guys. So, pack up your clothes and every diaper you own because you’re coming on tour!” Tommy whooped and wrapped Cam in a hug, spinning the girl around as the other guys joined, a group hug ensuing. 

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Tour life was great so far. Having a baby around actually kept the band in check, much to the surprise of Doc and Tom. The raucous after parties halted past 2 am, Cam’s hotel rooms or bunks on the bus were put on lockdown, and late night booze runs had a few additions: diapers and formula. 

In terms of parties, Mick was the most considerate when thinking of Grace. The guitarist would usually opt for a bottle or two of vodka, take his pain meds for his back problems, and then pass out in his room. 

Tommy was a close second: the drummer would get buzzed enough to be annoying, add a few bumps of coke to keep his high going for a few hours, and he was done. He usually ended up passed out face down, ass up anywhere he lands when his buzz wears off. Cam found him after he broke his protocol one night, face planted in a pool of his own vomit. Trying not to puke herself, Cam got Tommy cleaned up and back on the bus all while he muttered about how sorry he was and if he woke up Grace at any point in the night. 

Nikki and Vince, on the other hand, were intolerable when it came to the parties. There were nights where Vince kept the mother and daughter awake with the screaming coming from his room due to the countless groupies he fucked. Nikki sometimes roped Tommy and Vince into trashing the hotel floors that were rented out for the entire band, banging on walls and doors, screaming “wake up assholes!” as the entire hotel was awoken from their slumber. 

There were other times where Nikki and Vince used Grace before and after the shows to rope in their chicks for the evening because according to Vince, “there’s nothing drunk chicks like more than a dude who can handle a baby”, to which Cam rolled her eyes and ripped the baby away from them. 

The one thing Cam was cautious about was Ozzy fucking Osbourne. Motley Crue had their sober moments, especially around Grace, but Ozzy could never be sober even if his liver and kidneys depended on it. She knew that Ozzy had children of his own, but she didn’t know how exactly he acted around his children. Cameo always made sure that if Ozzy was around, she or a trusted member of Motley Crue always had an eye on the baby, especially when the older rockstar somehow snatched Grace away from whoever she was with. 

Mick and Tommy bounced between watching Cam and Grace, because if at any point Ozzy’ s actions bothered Cam, they would swoop in and take Grace from the drunk singer, making up a bullshit excuse like she needed to be fed or changed. Cam knew she would be eternally grateful for the band and everything they had done for her and Grace, knowing 100% that there would be no way to ever repay them. 

~~~~~~~

“Tommy! Get your ass back in this chair!” Ruby, the hair stylist, yelled at Tommy’s retreating back. “Can anyone go get him? Cameo? Mick?” Ruby turned her attention back to Vince as Cam stood and handed Grace and her bottle off to Mick, the vampiric man adapting his demeanor instantly. 

Cam left the greenroom, heading in the direction she hoped Tommy had travelled down as well. As she ran down the hall, Tom greeted her. 

“Hey, Zutaut! Have you seen Tommy? He ran out before Ruby could do his hair.” Cam ran a hand through her hair, trying to regulate her breathing as she waited for an answer. 

“Yeah, actually. Keep going down the hall and head towards the stage. He said he wanted to ‘survey the crowd’. Hey, do you want to go do something with me later? I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind watching Grace.” Cam rolled her eyes, holding her hand up to Tom’s mouth, ultimately shutting up the spineless record label rep. 

“Zutaut, have you ever wondered why I call you buy your last name? Or why I never let you hold my daughter? It’s because I don’t fucking like you. So, kindly stay away from my daughter and I and do your fucking job!” With that, Cam turned and ran towards the stage, leaving Tom stunned in the hall. 

Tommy was staring out from behind the curtain, the crowd growing anxious. Cam silently shuffled up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing the drummer to jump. 

“You good?” Cam asked, silently chuckling at Tommy’s reaction. 

“Yeah. Fucking fantastic, Cam.” Tommy mumbled, brushing past her and sitting himself on a sound equipment trunk. Cam joined him and rubbed his back, trying to prevent a mental breakdown from happening. 

“What’s wrong, Tommy? You’ve never acted like this before a show.”

“This isn’t just another gig at Whisky, Cam. This is a fucking stadium full of people! What if they hate us? What if we fuck up this show, which will ultimately fuck up our career, and end up breaking up the fucking band?” Tommy muttered, scratching the back of his neck and holding his head in his hands. 

“Well, don’t fuck up,” Cam responded, trying to lighten the mood. 

“I’m serious, Cameo! This isn’t a fucking joke!” Tommy whisper-yelled. 

“So am I, Tommy! Look, this is what, your tenth show on this tour? Did you ever stop to consider that if Motley Crue was as shitty as you say, you wouldn’t still be here? Obviously you guys are doing something right, and you’re pretty amazing at it, so just give yourself a little break, okay? Now, come on back to the greenroom so Ruby can do your hair.” Cam stood and took Tommy’s hand, attempting to tug the man into a standing position. When the drummer didn’t move, Cam sighed and quickly sat down again. 

“Cam, I’m not too sure I can do this.” Cam kissed Tommy’s shoulder and laid her head on it, quite a scandalous idea popping into her head. 

“Hey Tommy? If you come back to the greenroom and patiently let Ruby finish your hair and makeup, I’ll flash you after the show.” With this promise, the drummer perked up and grabbed Cam’s hand, running back to the greenroom as quickly as he had run out of it. 

~~~~~~~

“Before we end our show tonight, we’d like to try something new. A couple months ago, a gorgeous friend of Tommy’s popped up with a beautiful baby in her arms. She is now responsible for rounding us up when we get crazy and fucked up, so we would like to end this show with a special song dedicated to our friend Cameo and her daughter Grace!” Vince came to where Cam was standing backstage and dragged her out into public view, the unforgettable chords of Elton John’s “Your Song” beginning to play in the background. 

Vince held her close as the band serenaded Cam, the mother a blubbering and sobbing mess. When the song ended, Cam hugged the singer, thanking him silently. 

“Don’t thank me sweetheart; thank Tommy. It was his idea.” Nodding, Vince escorted the young mother backstage as roadies began to disassemble what remained of Motley Crue’s set. They all ran to the greenroom, the party beginning instantly. 

“Thank you guys so much! It really meant a lot to me,” Cam whined happily, hugging each of them, spending a little extra time in her embrace with Tommy. 

“You’re very welcome, sweets. Now, don’t forget about what you promised me earlier, Cameo.” Tommy whispered seductively in Cam’s ear, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. This was going to be a long night.

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A/N: Again, guys, I am so sorry that this part got deleted. I tried to piece as much of it back together as I could, and I’ m actually happier with this one than the original. I hope you enjoyed it!

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[thestrangerwolves-blog]

Wolf Moon - Part 2

Season 1 Masterlist

Word count: 1614

Warnings: none

Note: Sorry it took me so long, guys! God, I'm not good at this. I have a test week coming up, but after that school will be over. Then I'll have time to wrte again. Sorry, guys!

Y/n, 2:13AM Scott, are you okay?

You stared at your screen, sending another text when he didn’t respond.

Y/n, 2:14AM Scotty?

Y/n, 2:14AM We’re so sorry for leaving you behind in the woods!

Why wasn’t he answering?

Y/n, 2:15AM Please say you’re alive.

You decided to give it a sec. When he didn’t react, you grabbed your phone again.

Y/n, 2:30AM SCOTT!

Y/n, 2:38AM C’mon!

You started to get really frustrated.

Y/n, 3:04AM Scott, please answer!

He didn’t answer. He probably wouldn’t. You gave up and tried to sleep. Then, a few minutes later, you heard your phone buzz.

Scott, 3:30AM Hey, just got home. Got attacked by some wild animal. Don’t know what it was. Pretty nasty bite, man!

Relief filled your body. You didn’t even read the text, you just immediately answered.

Y/n, 3:30AM Scott! Oh, thank god, I thought something terrible had happened!

After a few minutes, you realized what he’d said.

Y/n, 3:46AM Wait, what? Are you okay?!

Scott, 3:50AM Yeah, I’m okay. Tired, tho. Goodnight, Y/N/N xx.

You grinned. Goofball.

Y/n, 3:51AM Sleep well Scotty. See you tomorrow. Oh, ps, make sure you’re not gonna bleed to death tonight. Okay loveya <3.

“Okay, let’s see this thing.” Stiles said. Scott lifted his shirt and showed a large white patch with some blood leaking through. Stiles ooh-ed and you frowned. “Oh my god, that’s- ew.” You squirmed. Stiles tried to touch it, causing Scott to jump a little.

“It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.” Scott told. “A wolf bit you?” Stiles said in awe. “Uh-uh.” Scott hummed.

“No, I don’t think so. It couldn’t have been.” You said. “I heard a wolf howling.” Scott said with a ‘try to explain that’-tone. “No, you didn’t.” You pondered. “How do you know?” Stiles asked.

You rolled your eyes. “California doesn’t have wolves, you dumbasses. Not in, like, sixty years.”

“Really?” Stiles and Scott asked in sync. “Yes, really. Can we just believe y/n for one single time?” You said.

They both stared at you for a second, then turned to each other, turned back and stared at you with looks of regret. They didn’t believe you. Great.

“Well if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I… Found the body.” Scott told. Your eyes widened with surprise and Stiles jumped a little. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.” Scott whined. Drama queen. “Wh- Oh my god, that is… Disgusting, but pretty cool.” You said. “Dude, that’s freaking awesome! I mean, that’s seriously gonna be the best thing that’s ever happened in this town since…”

He got distracted by the beautiful, somehow perfect Lydia Martin. She was a friend of yours, but for some reason always ignored Scott and Stiles. Oh, and an important detail: Stiles was hopelessly in love with her.

“…Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia! You look…” Lydia brightly smiled at you as she walked by the three of you, not even spending a second looking at Stiles nor Scott. “…Like you’re gonna ignore me.” He looked at you with a defeated frown. “Sorry Stiles, I don’t know why she doesn’t talk to you. I can’t do anything about it.” You apologized.

“I know, I know. It’s Scott. Scott, you’re the cause of this, you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been scarled nerded by you.” You rolled your eyes and grinned as the bell rang. The three of you turned and walked into the building. The new school year had officially started.

In the first class, you sat next to Scott and in front of Stiles. Your teacher was a chubby man, probably in his late 50s, maybe in his 60s. He was writing something on the whiteboard in front of him, standing with his back to you. “As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.” He began. Scott and you looked over to Stiles, who winked and soundlessly snickered.

You looked around and saw that the three of you were the only ones actually listening. People were quietly talking, passing notes, applying make-up and playing on their phones.

“And I’m sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody.” The teacher turned around, revealing what he had written on the board. “KAFKA’S METAMORPHOSIS”. We looked over at Stiles again, who had a confused frown on his face, then he shrugged at us.

“Which means, you can give your undivided attention tot he syllabus which is on your desk outlining the semester.” You groaned. This was the last thing you wanted to do right now. You wanted to start writing, when you saw Scott flinching next to you.

He looked around, picked his ear, then froze when he looked outside. There was a girl sitting on a bench, going through the stuff in her bag. She was calling someone, then hang up when the principal walked up to her. She must’ve been new.

“Scotty, are you okay?” You whispered. Before he could answer, the door of the classroom opened. The principal walked inside, the girl following. While the principal introduced her as Allison Argent, I observed the girl a little.

She had long, dark brown curls that were draped over her shoulders. Her brown eyes looked around the classroom nervously, her hand fumbling with the gloves she was wearing earlier. You saw Scott staring at her in complete awe.

Allison sat down in the chair behind Scott, and Scott immediately turned around with an awkward smile, handing her a pen. She frowned at the pen, then looked at Scott and smiled sweetly while taking it. She quietly thanked him, while he turned around with a proud smile on his face while the teacher continued the lesson.

When class was over, you were basically kindapped by Lydia. “Have you seen that new girl, Allison? She seems really cool. I wanted to invite her to the party this weekend. Wanna walk with me to talk to her?” She asked. “Yeah.. Sure.” You said. It’s not like you didn’t like Lydia, but sometimes you felt like you couln’t really be youself around her.

You decided to ask her something. “Hey Lydia, is it okay if I invite Stiles and Scott too?” “Who?” “Stiles and Scott. My two best friends, the boys I’m always hanging out with?” You said. You hoped for a yes. “Oh. Them. Whatever.” You took that as a yes.

“That jacket is absolutely killer. Where’d you get it?” Lydia asked Allison when you were at her locker. You saw Scott staring at Allison with heart eyes, and Stiles was discussing something with a random girl.

“My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco.” You hummed with impression. Lydia pointed at Allison with a smirk. “And you are my new best friend.”

Lydia’s boyfriend, Jackson, appeared behind her. “Hey, Jackson.” Lydia greeted him with a kiss. Allison and you just kinda stood there , awkwardly looking and grinning at each other.

Lydia turned away from Jackson to talk to Allison. “So, this weekend, there’s a party.”

“A party?” Allison asked. “Yeah, Friday night.” You answered. “You should come!” Jackson finished.

“Uh, I can’t, it’s family night this Friday. Thanks for asking.” Allison confessed. You personally didn’t believe her, but you didn’t blame her for not wanting to hang out with Jackson and Lydia. They could be absolute jerks sometimes.

“You sure? I mean, everyone’s going after the scrimmage.” Jackson tried to convince her. “You mean like football?” Allison asked. Of course she didn’t know that lacrosse was the sport in Beacon Hills High School.

“Football’s a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse.” Jackson laughed with a cocky smile. “Guys, is it okay if I go tot he field already? I want to talk to Scott before practice.” You said.

Lydia and Allison nodded and sent you a friendly smile while Jackson just kept talking about his success in lacrosse. Such a selfish reptile. (hehe)

“Scott!” You called, jogging up to him. “Hey.”

“Hi, Y/N/N! Something wrong?” He greeted. “No, not necessarily. Um, earlier today, I saw you looking a little weird, almost like you were… lost. It was right before Allison was introduced.” You noted.

“Oh, yeah. That… that was nothing, don’t worry. It-It was probably just a fly irritating me or something.” He muttered.

Stiles walked up tot he two of you, his hands full of his lacrosse gear. “Scott, if you play, I’ll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?” He whined. You coughed loudly, trying to prove a point.

“Y/N, you’re not here every practice. You aren’t even always at games!” Stiles explained. “Well I’m here now!” You snapped.

Scott ignored your discussion, answering Stiles. “I can’t sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.”

As he walked towards the field, his eyes were drawn to Allison, who sat down on the stands with Lydia.

You had a minor inside debat about who you were gonna sit with; Allison and Lydia or Stiles? You decided to join Stiles, since he now sat all alone.

You jokingly poked him in the ribs, causing him to quietly laugh. Then you heard the coach yelling. “Let’s go! Come on!”

Practice had officially started.

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[mothmanismyuncle]

The Witching Hour

Hey. I wrote some filth. I know, I know, usually, my rule is “Don’t Get Horny On Main,” buuuuut this is too good to pass up, and I’ve been reblogging debauchery here for months anyway. 

This is a Klance Witch AU smut piece, very short. I’m going to turn it into a series because what even is time management?

Anyway, smut below the cut ;)

Tagging @bitchniz

Let me know if you want tagged in later instalments.

Lance almost couldn’t contain the snort that bubbled up inside of him when he saw where Keith was tugging them.

“Keith, can’t you see the irony here?” He sniped. The dark look that the boy shot him from under his bangs made his steps shorten momentarily. His pants were just a little too tight all of the sudden to maintain his usual swagger. “We’re about to go into a broom closet,”

“Shut it,” Keith growled, one side of his mouth ticking up. Lance was forgiven, for the moment. Keith knelt down and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. Lance’s eyes scanned the hallway. It was lunch period, and this was the science wing. No real reason why anybody should be over here unless they also needed a little alone time in a broom closet to get them through the day. Keith unlocked the door in seconds with his lockpicks and had a finger snagged in Lance’s belt loop before Lance could say anything else. The door closed behind them, and they were plunged into darkness.

“Light switch?” Lance breathed. Keith���s hands were everywhere, gods, the boy was an octopus. 

“We don’t need it,” Keith insisted lowly, pressing wet kisses to the column of Lance’s throat. Lance hummed in response. That was one surefire way to get Lance to be quiet, and Keith found that out early on. Lance got to work on Keith’s jacket. “No,” There was a hiccup in the inception of a love bite. “Not today.”

“Okay, mi cielo. Where?” Hands cupped Keith’s face and the pads of lithe thumbs rubbed small circles in his cheekbones. 

“Backdoor only,” Keith’s voice rasped and he cleared his throat. He’d never not feel awkward about this part, but he knew it was best for the both of them. Lance, bless him, giggled to relieve the tension in the air.

“As you were,” Keith let out a low laugh and brought his attention back to just under the palm that reminded him where he had left off in the dark. Keith finished bringing a dark blossom to life on Lance’s collarbone, just under the line of his tee shirt and snaked his hands up Lance’s stomach. “You’re impatient today,” Lance said quietly in his ear.

“I’m impatient every day,” Keith shot back before lifting the tee shirt up and over Lance’s head. The soft chuckle made Keith’s heart pound and he felt his face break into a grin.

“You got me there, mullet,” Lance said quietly. Keith grabbed Lance’s belt buckle and tugged gently. “Go ahead.” Keith could already tell that Lance was so ready for this as he unbuttoned his pants and eased his fly over his erection. The hiss that Lance let out made Keith grin again as he sunk to his knees. Lance tangled his fingers in Keith’s hair as Keith worked Lance’s boxers down. “Guess which ones I’m wearing,” Lance said, not fully expecting an answer.

“Uh, the happy cow ones,” Keith said offhandedly as he fished around in his jacket pocket for a condom. Lance gasped.

“How did you know?” There was a rip as Keith tore open the package with his teeth. “Maybe that’s your magic, Keith. Mind-reading.” 

“Not the time,” Keith said stiffly. He rolled the condom down Lance’s length and Lance swallowed with a gulp.

“You’re right,” He gasped. Keith chuckled darkly as he licked his lips. 

“Like usual,” Keith muttered. Lance didn’t have a chance to fight back before Keith took him into his mouth. The air left Lance’s lungs in a hurry as Keith took as much as he could with a bob of his head. Lance’s hand tightened in Keith’s hair and Lance felt Keith grin around him.

“Kinky mullet,” Lance breathed on a shaky exhale. Keith swirled his tongue over the head and Lance groaned, deep in his throat. Lance tugged and it was Keith’s turn to moan as he took more of Lance in on another frantic bob. “Keith,” Lance breathed. “Keith, Keith,” He was praying, now. Keith knew this rhythm like he knew the rhythm in shifting gears on his bike. “You’re so good at this, Keith. You and that filthy mouth,” Lance muttered. Keith knew his pupils would be blown wide with an expression on his face that always made Keith wonder what Lance thought he was looking at. Keith hummed and chuckled when the vibrations made Lance stutter. “Slow down, slow down,” Lance instructed. “We’ve still got the main event.” Keith extricated Lance from his mouth with a crude popping sound. 

“You got the lube?” He asked, standing up. 

“Do I have the lube, he asks.” Lance scoffed. A plastic snap answered Keith’s question. “Are you going to be a good boy and get ready for me?” Keith’s hands moved of their own accord. Pants hit the floor, and thumbs hooked into the waistband of boxers. “Uh, don’t forget your gloves, dude. Last time was gross,” Keith snorted and unhooked the snaps on his gloves and tucked them into his jacket pocket. He put a hand out and connected with Lance’s chest.

“Ready.” He said huskily. Lance’s hand cupped the curve of his ass.

“That makes two of us,” He said. Keith could hear the grin in his voice as a finger smoothed between his cheeks. The lube was warm from riding around in Lance’s pocket all day. “Spread your legs a bit,” Lance muttered in his ear. “That’s a good boy,” Heat pooled low in Keith’s abdomen at the words. Lance’s finger teased at the entrance and Keith couldn’t hold in the growl that escaped him at the taunting contact. “Calm down, wild man, we’re getting there,” He chuckled. Keith arched his back and Lance kissed him in an obvious attempt at distraction. Keith kissed back for a moment but snagged Lance’s bottom lip in a sharp bite. “Ow!” Lance cried. “Alright, alright, you frickin’ cannibal, you win,” Lance’s finger dipped into Keith and Keith’s breath hitched. “Happy?”

“Very,” Keith responded. The word vibrated in his chest and made Lance chuckle at him, but Lance kept up his work. Lance peppered Keith’s neck with soft kisses as he toiled, making Keith’s breaths come in staccato gasps.

“You ready?” Lance whispered into the crook of Keith’s neck.

“Yesterday,” Keith muttered, backing away and spinning around. 

“Okay, logistically, there’s gotta be something for you to lean on in here,” Lance said, palming himself and getting a bit more lube. 

“The shelves,” Keith replied, already leaning over. 

“Good thinkin’. I knew we kept you around for more than your charming good looks,” Lance chuckled, his hand connecting with Keith’s ass. His thumb swirled around Keith’s hole. “What’s your poison today, wild man?” 

“Lightning,” Keith said, without hesitation. Lance hummed as he lined himself up. 

“Lightning,” He replied. “Coming right up,” Strong hands gripped Keith’s hips and the pressure built against him. It was all he could do to keep himself from rocking back on his heels and fucking himself against Lance, and he bit his lip in impatience. Lance’s thumbs swirled against Keith’s hipbones and Keith tasted pennies in the air. That was his only warning before a sharp snap filled the air and every point of contact that Lance had with him came to life briefly. A groan pulled itself from Keith’s throat like taffy and Lance bottomed out. “That’s a good boy,” Lance said lowly. There was a pause.

“Lance, if you don’t move in two seconds,” Keith snapped. 

“Alright, alright. I’d say, ‘Keep your shorts on,’” He replied, swirling his thumbs on Keith’s hips once more. Keith tasted pennies as he growled. 

“Lance!” Lance chuckled and pulled himself slowly backwards before allowing Keith to have a taste of the thunderstorm in his veins. Keith’s limbs tingled as one hand snaked forward, towards his dick. 

“What’s your colour?” Lance asked tenderly. Keith allowed a second to pass before answering.

“Green,” He replied. Sparking kisses made their way up Keith’s spine as Lance lazily circled the head of his dick with a finger, sending tiny arcs of electricity directly into Keith’s brain. “Oh, god,”

“Leave him out of this,” Lance chuckled. He picked up the pace, tearing another low moan from Keith’s chest. Keith felt the pressure building in his groin as Lance’s magic made his whole being tingle to life. He rasped a breath and the steady stream of words that he hadn’t realized he’d been babbling — mine, mine, mine, — slammed to a stop as another snap sounded and electricity kissed his asscheek. “Oh, thaaat might be a little sore later,” Lance stopped moving. Keith snarled and bucked his hips back and Lance whined. 

“Somethin’ to remember you by,” Keith said darkly and Lance resumed his work on Keith’s dick. The sparks in his fingertips made Keith’s head swim and his lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough air. 

“You are such a good boy,” Lance whispered huskily in his ear, moulding himself to Keith’s back.

“I’m close,” Keith stuttered and Lance nipped his ear. 

“Me too,” He grunted. He picked up the pace, chasing his own release, and turned up the voltage, chasing a release for Keith. A whine escaped Keith’s mouth as he felt his knees begin to shake. Lance gripped Keith’s waist tighter to keep from falling over as the pair of them saw the face of a God they knew intimately. 

Keith’s moans reached a crescendo, and three things happened all at once. The lightbulb over them flared to life, but it was short-lived. The power flowing through it caused it to explode in a shower of purple sparks. The cleaning supplies on shelves that they were debauching swiped themselves down, falling all around the boys but miraculously not touching them. And last, but absolutely not least, Lance came, followed by Keith shortly after.

“Holy shit,” Lance breathed, eyes wild in the dark. “That usually doesn’t happen,” He chirped. He pressed one last kiss to Keith’s spine as he extricated himself from Keith’s ass. “Wonder what that was,” 

“Dunno,” Keith rasped. His forehead rested on his arm on the shelf. “Think you could find some paper towels?” Lance turned his phone flashlight on and set to work cleaning his boyfriend up. 

“Did that lightbulb explode purple, or am I just losin’ it?” Lance asked, and Keith gave him a level look.

“We just had mind-blowing sex in a school janitor’s closet, and you want to know what colour the lightbulb exploded in?” Lance huffed at Keith’s dry tone. “You were keeping me pretty busy,” 

“Okay, okay. It was a little… Weird, is all.” Lance said, handing Keith his boxers and pants. “Wait, did you take your jeans off over your boots?” He asked giving Keith an incredulous look. Keith sighed and smacked at his forehead. 

“We’re gonna be late for class,” Keith said, wriggling into his pants and stuffing his hands into his gloves. 

“Sure, sure,” Lance finished cleaning himself off as best as he could before wrapping the condom in an auspicious amount of paper towels. “Hope they don’t find this,” They peeked out of the broom closet before leaving, hands tangling together.

“I’m sure they’re gonna be more busy with the mess in there than the trash can,” Keith said quietly, cheeks pinkening. “I’m not sure what happened either.” He admitted. Lance peeked back over his shoulder at the closed door with a frown. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on about that, but Keith squeezing his fingers once around his snapped his attention back to his boyfriend.

“Yeah, it’s whatever,” Lance said, waving a hand in the air. “Weird coincidence.”

[lil-lunchbox]

Spreddiepool

Hi okay so I participated in the Valentine’s Day secret admirer gift exchange thingy and I had @gurlsgogames. I hope you like it! It’s my first ever attempt at fic so please okay yeah. I might make another part of this if people want it? Cause it was kinda fun? So umm,,,enjoy I guess?!  

PROLOGUE

Eddie sighed as he ended his call with Bev. He hated lying to his friends, but he couldn’t tell them that he wasn’t able to make their weekly movie nights because he was off trying to be some weird superhero.  

It had only happened a year ago. Eddie was enjoying his last day of high school with the Losers in the Barrens when he was bitten by a spider. Naturally, Eddie freaked the fuck out, but refused to tell anyone–even his mom; he didn’t want to be rushed to the E.R. and be stuck listening to his mom’s rants about how fragile he was for the entire summer. Instead, he politely excused himself and went home. The next day, he discovered that he had the awesome powers he had only ever read about in his favorite comics.

Ever since he discovered his powers, he’d been trying to figure out a way to help other people. It had taken about a month to make his costume, and another two to finally master the use of his powers. So for the past nine months, Eddie had been sneaking out of his small apartment to patrol the streets New York. Normally, it was a pretty uneventful few hours, but every now and again he was able to stop a petty robbery or put an end to a small fight.

So on this Friday night, Eddie changed out of his clothes and grabbed his suit from behind his bed. Carefully, so as to not make too much noise and alert the neighbors, he opened his window and climbed out. As he shot his webs into the night, he mentally switched from Eddie Kaspbrak, the germaphobic, short, gay kid, to Spider-Man, the superhero that would protect Derry silently from the shadows.

~—~

Richie Tozier did not do anything silently; even when he was asleep he was making “Your Mom” jokes. So it came as no surprise to anyone that when he donned his hero gear, he became the Merc with a Mouth (though he would never consider himself a “hero”). Unlike the masked spider-dude, Richie preferred to use his powers to help grow his forever small bank-account. He also had no problem killing people, as long as it was made clear that he was simply “unaliving” them. Really, Richie just wanted to have fun, and if fun meant jumping around New York under a mask whilst wielding katanas and making inappropriate comments, than he found no problem with that.

The only downside Richie saw was that he didn’t spend as much time with his friends. Sure he hung out with them during the day at college, but he was always off doing “work” at night, when they’d have movie and game nights. He also missed spending extra time with Eddie, whom he had had a massive crush on for the past five years.

But nethertheless, Richie grabbed his Deadpool costume (Richie had seen the name on the back of a cereal box and thought it was so stupid that it had to be his,) and climbed out the fire escape and onto the street. He checked his phone for the target, and set out for his night of unaliving bad guys. With each step he took, he felt himself becoming more ready to fight; more ready to kill; more ready to make dumb jokes; more ready to be: Deadpool

~—~

CHAPTER ONE

EDDIE

Eddie hated him. He seriously hated him. He had never even officially met him, but he knew he hated Deadpool. He was always trying to kill people! And that really messed with Eddie’s goal of saving people.

Eddie had just reached the now not-so-distant-gunshots when he saw him. Clad in his black and red spandex, stood at the end of an alleyway, was the Merc, who was holding a man by his collar and pulling out his gun and—

“Wait!” Eddie cried. The Merc turned around, clearly surprised, and dropped the man, who proceeded to run for his life.

“Spidey!” Deadpool whined. “I almost had him!” Eddie was shocked; he sounded really young: almost his age. Plus he knew his name. That was weird.

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t be killing people.”

He shrugged, “It’s good for their health”

Eddie stared, disbelieving, “No. No killing people is not good for their health! Dude you have to stop!”

“‘Dude’” the guy mocked, “chill out. No one as cute as you should worry about things you don’t have to worry about.”

Eddie shook his head and ignored the comment. “I’m sworn to protect the city of New York-”

“Sworn?” Deadpool looked at him incredulously (at least, Eddie thought it was incredulous, it was kind of difficult to tell with the mask on). “Who are you sworn to? The writer?”

“What?” Eddie was entirely confused. “No, look. Just, stop killing people. Okay?”

“I’ll only stop unaliving people-” Eddie rolled his eyes at the made up word, “if you let me follow you around. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Eddie just stared. Who did this guy think he was? He was Spider-Man! He was not going to team up with the assassin of the streets, the Merc with a Mouth, Deadpool. “No way.”

“Awe, I was actually starting to get excited by the idea. I know you’re mom gets excited at the idea of me with her.”

“Okay first of all, gross. Second of all, gross. Thirdly, I don’t care if you get excited! There’s no way I’m letting you tag along with me.”

Deadpool sighed, “And to think I was gonna stop unaliving people…guess I’ll go chase down the guy you let escape then call it a night…dramatic sigh.” Eddie mentally slapped himself as let out a small laugh.

“You know, you’re not supposed to actually say ‘dramatic sigh’.”

“But you laughed! Soooo…can I join?”

Eddie thought for a minute; as much as the Merc annoyed him, he was willing to let him go on patrol with him if it meant he wouldn’t be killing people. Plus, though he would never tell him this, he was a bit funny. “Sure. But no more stupid jokes.”

“But Spidey,” he grinned, “that’s my specialty.”

RICHIE

Richie, like all sane people, had a List. Not a list of groceries, not a list of songs he wanted to hear, but a list of famous people he was allowed to sleep with. It was his list that allowed him to sleep with any celebrity (as long as they were on the list) without it being classified as “cheating” on his partner. The five people on his list were Beyonce, James McAvoy, Ryan Reynolds, Molly Ringwald, and Spider-Man. So, as he was being told off by the fifth member of his List, he couldn’t help but freak out a little. Especially when he agreed to let Richie tag along.

Truthfully, Richie didn’t really care about whether or not he was allowed to unalive people. He was just glad to be with Spidey. Before meeting him, he expected Spidey to be annoying, stuck-up, and rude. But he wasn’t like that at all! He was sassy, funny, small, and just like Eddie. He had even convinced the Spider-Dude (Richie laughed, Spidey had called him “dude”) to take a break from patrol and head to his favorite restaurant, Las Chimichangas.

“So,” Spidey started, looking around at the empty tables around them, “you come here often?”

Richie raised his eyebrow, though no one saw, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one who says that? I mean,” he continued, “it is a cheesy line.”

Spoodes (that was one of his new names for him; pretty good right?) rubbed the back of his neck (awe…heart eyes activated am I right?), clearly embarrassed. “Whatever,” he mumbled, “what’s good around here?”

“Well,” Richie said, “I know you won’t believe me, but Las Chimichangas is really good at making chimichangas.”

“Hah,” Spidey replied, without even looking away from the menu.

“Anyway,” he continued, “burritos, salads, rice bowls…pretty much everything is really good.”

“Well, let’s just talk for now then.”

“Oh sure!” Richie found himself taken aback; he didn’t think that the mighty Spider-Man would want to really talk to him. He figured that they’d order diner, they’d eat, and then Spoodey would run away, making Richie pay for the meal (little did Spidey know that if he actually did do that, Richie would not be paying, so Hah). It was nice to know that Spoodey really, truly, deeply, (and definitely sexually,) cared about him. 

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[therunr]

Race Report: Rio Del Lago 2017

It was 48 hours after the race and I could finally walk without a noticeable limp or a groan.

There’s no words to describe running a 100 mile race. You’ve got to run one. You’ve got to prepare and show up with a strong physical and mental game; the former so you can go the distance and the latter so you can solve problems and switch to plan B, C or D when you need to adjust your expectations to the reality in front of you. With Kevin’s guidance, I ramped up the running real quick after barely any recovery from Ironman Santa Rosa at the end of July. I can imagine Kevin has a tough job managing my race calendar that typically consists of triathlons in the first half of the year and ultras in the second half but we seem to make it work and see improvements year over year!

If you’ve read a race report from a 100 miler before, the stories about the highs and the lows, ability to problem-solve, the uplifting camaraderie, and most importantly - small victories along the way that lead to a task that seemed unsurmountable, are true.

You will walk away with a version of your own.

I finished RDL 100 in 29 hours and 5 minutes. That’s a lot of time to have a conversation with yourself but I was glad to have two outstanding pacers (Ajit and Sagar) accompany me for the second half of the race - I simply could not have done it without their support.

Here’s a breakdown of the race organized based on how I broke it down mentally.

Mile 0 - Mile 18.5 (Beals point to Beals point): This is the easiest part of the race. Legs are fresh and you’re ready to go after some easy days of taper! Majority of this is on a paved bike path and is slightly downhill on the way out and the return climbs mildly back to Beals point. There’s a short dirt section and we even had a detour and ran on the bridge crossing the American River at about the 3 mile mark. Everyone warns you of this section because of the tendency to go out way too fast (yes, 10 min miles are fast) and wrecking your race later in the day. I was really trying to hold back here and the ongoing joke with the runners around me was that we’re going way too fast at 9-9:30 min/miles. About 2 hours after the race started, the forecasted rain finally showed up and I was prepared for this with the right gear, and of course the right attitude. Too early to put on a rain jacket since it wasn’t raining hard but we knew we were in for rain all day as the forecast predicted; no break from rain until 6pm so it was going to be one long wet day! I arrived back at Beals point in about 3:29 (right on predicted, albeit best case, pace). I had considered starting the race in road shoes and then switching over to trail shoes here but I changed my mind before the race started and went with the Altra Timps from the beginning so there was no need to change shoes here. I had been eating well so all I had to do here was resupply gels to take me to the next drop bag. I quickly went to my drop-bag and a nice lady helped me with water refill and topping off my gel supplies. I applied some lube (I had all sorts of backup for this knowing it’d be a wet day; here, it was Chamois buttr that I use when I bike and it’s awesome but I also had Squirrel’s nut butter and Body glide in my pack for later in the day).

Mile 18.5 - Mile 23 (To Granite Beach State Park): Ah, singletrack delight. Gentle rollers on singletrack with plenty of rocks and roots to keep you engaged! I saw Bryan from team Triforce at the aid-station parking lot and it took me a few seconds to register while he was yelling “hey!”, “go Triforce” :) I was expecting to see him at Overlook where he said he’d be picking up his runner to pace.

Mile 23 - Mile 41 (To Cardiac): Still moving good. Still eating good. Everything on track. I also started seeing some familiar faces right after the Horseshoe bar aid-station and that’s always a welcome sight. I remember Bob C being right behind me as we left that aid station and he finally caught up to me (and passed me) as we were climbing out from cardiac to overlook. The general strategy here was to tag along with a fellow runner for a mile or 6 and hear about how everyone got here - to running a 100 miler! Before the race started, the RD announced that we had ~130 first time 100 mile runners (and 300 or so veterans) so it was great to see such a diverse mix. Right as we were approaching cardiac, I met another runner who was doing his first 100 as well and we stuck together (and joked about 12 min/mile average we had so far was blazing fast!). I’m always thankful for company as I can never do music - no matter how long the run! PS: still eating and drinking well, and on top of SNB and vaseline application.

Mile 41 - Mile 44.5 (To Overlook #1): These 3 miles are basically all uphill. Not hard, but it’s a nice gradual climbing and you’re starting to feel that you’ve just run 40+ miles. I was really looking forward to getting to overlook though as I was going to meet Ajit here and we’d spend the next ~26 miles together! I also saw Bob C and Stuart T at the aid station as Stuart decided to start pacing Bob early! I had a drop bag here and resupplied more gels and solid food (epic bar - yes!). I also decided it was time to change my shorts here as the chafing was getting bad no matter how much vaseline / SNB I applied - it was all getting washed out with the incessant rain. Talking about the rain, this is the earliest I’ve seen aid stations start serving hot food (which was welcomed!) and I was constantly looking forward to the hot soup and broth at the aid stations.

Mile 44.5 - Mile 48.5 (To No Hands Bridge #1): Ajit was READY to go and it was finally great to have a known face! We were doing a decent mix of running, jogging and walking and made it to No Hands Bridge with about 11:26 elapsed. Now, this is good because I was about an hour off from my 50 mile PR (in a 100 mile race!!) but I wanted to make sure this wasn’t going to hurt me later!

Mile 48.5 - Mile 67.5 (To Highway 49): OK. I’d say that the REAL mudfest and climbing started as soon as we left No Hands bridge. The non-stop rain had turned the trails into slick, and thick mud and we found ourselves on all fours trying to make it up the hill in the dark. Things came to a stop a few times here as runners were trying to make forward progress without slipping and sliding backwards - it reminded me of the crazy conditions at The Rut 50K last year with the snow and the rain! The chafo-meter was slowly climbing up in the pain scale and we were now at a solid 7/10. But have you ever had a pacer that runs with you with vaseline on a stick? Because Ajit did and dude I am forever grateful :) A few runners did ask why he was running around in the dark with vaseline in his hands and I am sure his response was funny but I was hurting bad enough and ready for a sock change that I don’t really recall. We finally arrived at Highway 49 and I grabbed a chair at the aid station and quickly took out the backup pair of socks from my pack and got changed. My feet were raw from being wet for a solid 14 or more hours but luckily, there were zero blisters! To top this off, I had also managed to sneak in a 100K PR (in a 100 mile race!!) by a few minutes so this section felt real good!

Mile 67.5 - Mile 70.5 (To No Hands Bridge #2): About 18 hours and 10 mins after I started, I was back at No Hands Bridge - about 2.5 hours behind my best guess estimate (but again, that’s an estimate) and was greeted by Sagar who would take over the pacing duties from here until the finish line! Ajit had been updating Sagar (and a bunch of folks back home) about the progress in the last few hours so that helped dial in the expected timing a little bit but thanks for waiting at the cold and wet aid station, Sagar! At least, the atmosphere at No Hands Bridge was electric - loud music and the best volunteers I’ve ever met!

Mile 70.5 - Mile 74.5 (To Overlook #2): I had read a ton of race reports about the graveyard shift and how to expect some serious lows after nightfall. Luckily, I was way too focussed on moving forward that I had no time for feelings. It was just about moving forward, albeit slow at times. I did feel a little behind on the calories but Sagar was prompt about fueling reminders! Also, Sagar was a very different kind of pacer as compared to Ajit - while Ajit was talking non-stop (I’ll take it) and singing (I’ll take it), Sagar and I were perfectly fine with the silence, but with occasional short conversations! Sagar even tried to get me to talk about epic mountaineering plans for next year to which I said that he gets to do all the talking and I get to focus on moving :) We finally got to overlook again and the rain was finally done! I used the restroom here and changed my shorts again (omg, did I tell you about the chafing?). I seriously think I applied one giant family pack’s worth of vaseline in a day.

Mile 74.5 - Mile 86.5 (To Horseshoe bar #2): This was a LONG stretch. I had some real slow miles here but it’s the best I could do. I didn’t really stop anywhere but I was just walking / jogging real slow and the main cause for this was the indescribable pain due to chafing; I just kept ignoring the pain (and took care of it with more body glide, vaseline and SNB). Horseshoe bar was a nice mental checkpoint because after this it was “just another half marathon or so”. However, the next section without an aid station for almost 10 miles would prove to be even harder.

Mile 86.5 - Mile 96 (To Granite Beach State Park #2): Remember that rolling single track I talked about earlier? How it was so beautiful with the rocks and roots? Well, all I remember telling Sagar during this section was, “WTF, dude, where did all these rocks and roots come from? I don’t remember this being here in the morning.” He just ignored my whining and kept up the encouragement about how I was doing so well and moving so well. He even told me that I wouldn’t make the cut-off (of course, I wasn’t doing my own math so I believed him) in order to get me to speed up around mile 90. It worked! I actually started feeling better and was shuffling again - running uphills, flats, everything! I stopped at this last aid station for a quick minute to get some coke and a refill of my water / electrolytes and we were ready to countdown the last 4 miles or so!

Mile 96 - Mile 100.5 (To Finish): Every single ounce of energy was focussed on finishing. I was hurting (from the chafing and the raw/wet soles) but determined to make it to the finish! The last little bit has a tad bit of climbing up to the dam and while it would have been nice to get in under 29 hours, I took my time here and came in at 29 hours and 5 minutes! Proud, and extremely satisfied that I was able to do this without any major issues (no cramping, puking, blisters etc)! I am extremely grateful for Ajit and Sagar being there with me and helping me achieve this goal!

There were still people trickling in while I sat down to eat some soup, and some eggs at the finish line. The body was starting to cool down and it was hard to regulate temperature so we left as soon as we were done eating so I could sit in a warm car. I passed out for the next 30 minutes or so as Ajit dropped Sagar off to overlook where his car was parked and then took another 45 minute nap in the hotel before we had to checkout and I drove back to the Bay Area (with a 15 minute stop for another nap along the way).

Forever grateful to my wife who is extremely supportive and knows what it means for me to achieve these goals! I am also inspired by my dad who did his very first 100 miler the weekend before this at the young age of 67! And finally, thank you Kevin - your coaching has helped me get here and I look forward to setting bigger goals year after year!  

To wrap things up, here’s some raw thoughts that come to my mind about this experience:

You can do anything you want. The key is to want it.

Surround yourself with amazing people.

You will wake up in the middle of the night after a 100 miler and eat candy :)

Strava Activity: https://www.strava.com/activities/1263259275/overview