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[hellfireloserclub]

Oscar the grouch

Written for June's @steddiemicrofic

Prompt:stuff.Word count 483.Rating G

“Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?” Eddie sang as he danced around the living room, Oscar crying his eyes out in his arms.

Steve wasn't sure what it was he had walked into, or why his son was currently wailing at the top of his voice. But he was truly living up to his nickname of grouch.

Eddie looked frazzled and three seconds away from joining the frizzy haired tot in his breakdown. It was easy to forget that this was Eddie’s first time doing this whole parenting thing, he got on so well with Layla it was easy to forget that it was his first rodeo. Mostly Steve's husband ( it still sounded weird to say that) was taking it in his stride, one dirty diaper at a time.

But Oscar was every bit Eddie’s son, and the last few weeks of teething had shown that the kid had well and truly found his lungs.

Steve was still unnoticed as he watched from the doorway, take out bag still in hand.

Picking up the stuffed octopus from the sofa where it lay, Eddie waved it around pointing out all the accumulated nik naks lining the shelves of their busy and cluttered living space .

“Look at this trove. Treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?” Eddie sang, nearly knocking the Grammy off the mantle in his enthusiasm.

Not that it would matter if it broke. the other Grammy, one they shared, was currently being used as a doorstop in the recording studio, since Rincewind the cat had decided to start locking himself in there when they weren't looking. Stupid feline had almost written off Steve's stratocaster, and it had killed at least two of the fancy laptops.

Eddie was finally winning in his war with his mini self. Oscar had simmered to gulping air, bottom lip wobbling but no tears now fell down his freckled face. One chubby fist had twisted itself in Eddie's curls and the other was reaching for the shiny metal in his dad’s bottom lip.

Oscar really liked shiny things.

Eddie's wedding ring had been dropped down the toilet only the other week, it took Steve and Wayne ages to get it back out the pipe.

It now sat on a chain around Eddie's neck, safe from little fingers wanting to recreate Gollum's fate.

Sensing that he was on to a winner, Eddie got louder with his singing.

“I want to be where the people are-”

“That's a lie, you hate people.” Steve said as he made his presence known.

Both man and child's heads turned in unison. A smile cracking both faces.

“I like you.” Eddie said, walking over Oscar grabbing onto Steve as soon as he got near.

Eddie pressed a kiss into Steve's temple as he passed off their son.

“I'm not people, I'm your husband.”

[kiwiana-writes]

SIGNED, SEALED, DELIVERED

by @kiwiana-writes for @onthewaytosomewhere

written for @fandomtrumpshate 2024

[rated E; 3,682 words]

The guy currently approaching the counter is an absolute smoke show. The turquoise of his hair would be bright enough on anybody, but contrasted against the man’s dark skin, it’s practically neon. He has rich, sparkling eyes and a mischievous grin, and he’s clutching something weirdly lumpy and hastily wrapped in brown paper in his well-manicured hands. Liam thinks he should have more questions about the parcel—and he probably will in a minute, given that it’s his literal job to ask them—but right now, he’s pretty focused on remembering how his knees are supposed to work.

Or, five times Pez brings in something ridiculous to post to his friend in the States, and one time Liam has to put his foot down.

Read it now on AO3!

[onthewaytosomewhere]

alrighty!! it's Wednesday like 2 am but who's counting :)

thanks bunches for the early (well it was also late for you) tag @stellarmeadow 💚💚

so more of this liam/pez not-so-much one night stand who i finally have home from the club and with a few more words back the smut i had started writing - cuz i've not had much put into this bb until tonight and it didn't write itself (even tho i hoped it would)

we join the southern philanthropy already in progress.....

Liam assumed when Percy said he had a car waiting, he meant in a local parking spot, not the vehicle with the driver waiting at the curb as they walked out of the club. He hears Percy talk to the driver but doesn’t pay attention to what is said, and the next thing he knows, he’s being ushered into the back of what he thinks might be a town car or something after Percy. He expects him to slide all the way across, so when Liam finds his leg resting against Percy’s, he’s pleasantly surprised. When the dark window between them and the driver goes up, and he feels Percy’s hand on his thigh, he’s even more surprised; he’s never made out in a moving car and has to imagine it’s rather tricky with seatbelts in the way. That’s why they always went somewhere and parked back in the days when making out in cars was something he did. Percy seems to have no other plans than to sit there against him, with a hand resting on his thigh. Liam’s lulled by the movement as the car pulls out and doesn’t realize the weight of the hand on his thigh shifts until it’s sliding along the inseam of his jeans. He feels it climb higher and is both turned on and reminded of those games of chicken they all played as dumb, barely teenagers back in the day. The girls he was paired with back then never did anything for him; even that young, he knew he preferred someone with a cock, but the way Pez’s hand slowly glides up is definitely. He glances over and sees the way Pez’s eyes are alight in something beyond mischief; they’re lust-blown but playful, and he can’t stop himself from leaning over to brush against the lips that are still kiss-swollen from making out in the club. The kissing doesn’t last long before the seatbelts get in the way, but, pulling away, he realizes that Percy’s hand inched its way further up his thigh while they were kissing. His fingers are gently moving up and down along the zipper of his jeans, and when he thinks he might come in his pants, the car comes to a stop, pulling up to the curb, outside what looks like a brownstone similar to the one Alex and Henry live in.

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16:04

Anywhere in the brownstone

Percy Okonjo

(I'm ThePlayfulFairy on ao3)

PEZ MY BELOVED

thanks for the excuse to write some more of him, with bonus Henry friendship because i love that too.

read the rest of the ficlets here

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

4:04pm, the brownstone

Now

“Henry, I’ve found it. I’m sending you the address right now, so get your royal backside in gear and get here as soon as bloody possible.”

Pez sends the voice note with a distracted tap, not taking his eyes off the facade of the building in front of him.

Then

“What do you think about me helping out more with the shelters?” Henry’s wringing his hands—not playing with the signet ring as usual, although Pez has his own private suspicions about where that particular heirloom fidget toy has gone—which means he’s nervous.

“You’re already donating every cent you can get away with, Hazza—”

“I mean— What if I were more hands on?”

The lightbulb goes off in Pez’s head. “The New York shelter. You want to move to The States.”

Henry ducks his head with a blush. “It would be a good way to give back more immediately than donating could ever be.”

“And you want to be closer to your strumpet.”

Henry blushes again, but doesn’t deny it. “It would be enough to be in the same time zone more than a few times a year.”

Pez pulls his best friend in for a fierce hug. “Then let’s make it happen, babes. The Brooklyn location will need a Director once it’s done being renovated.”

Now

A sleek SUV with blacked-out windows pulls up to the curb where Pez is waiting. He bounces on his heels while the PPO’s do a sweep of the building. When they return with the all-clear, Pez bounds forward to haul Henry out of the car.

“See? Isn’t it bloody perfect? The whole building is up for sale—not on the general market, my realtor tipped me off that the current owner is looking to move out of the city.”

“Pez…” Henry’s speechless, gazing up at the perfectly maintained brickwork and welcoming front stoop nestled among the rest of the brownstones on the block.

Then

Hazza: PEZ PEZ I GOT PERMISSION DISGRUNTLED, BACKED INTO A CORNER, RELUCTANT PERMISSION BUT PERMISSION NONETHELESS I’M ALLOWED TO MOVE TO NEW YORK

Auntie Pezza: [excited.gif] [muchexcite.pic] [sqealing_charlotte.gif] HEN YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAN SPROUT YOU’RE EVEN MULTIPLE TEXTING IN ALL CAPS I’M SO BLOODY PROUD

Hazza: The situation did seem to call for it. I guess Alex has been rubbing off on me.

Auntie Pezza: HENRY I’M—

Hazza: Wait.

Auntie Pezza: I’M SURE HE IS 

Hazza: Don’t. I beg you to not.

Auntie Pezza: IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

Hazza: I really should know better by now.

Auntie Pezza: 🍆💦🍆💦🍆💦 You really should.

But seriously you should send me whatever draconian security measures your new abode will have to accommodate and i’ll get someone looking asap

Now

Pez escorts Henry up the steps and into the brownstone with unrestrained glee, delighting at the awe and dawning excitement on Henry’s face as he looks around.

Each room they pass through is well taken care of, and clearly well-loved. Nothing is pristine; doorways and floors and furnishings bear the hallmarks of age and growing children. There’s heaps of windows letting in natural light, catching the edge of Henry’s smile as he drags his fingers along countertops and railings. Henry doesn’t interrupt Pez’s monologue about the specifics as they climb the stairs to the top floor, content to listen as Pez rambles on about bedroom size and how long it's been since the bathrooms were updated. He doesn’t speak at all, in fact, until they get to the main suite.

“Oh,” Henry gasps, staring at the bay window overlooking the street. Pez watches him move toward it as if drawn by magnets, one hand already reaching out to stroke the window frame reverently. Pez congratulates himself—he knew Henry would love the rest of the house, but that the window would sell him completely.

“I’ll take it,” Henry says, resolute. He’s sat on the cushion in the window now, looking down at the people bustling on the sidewalk below. He looks at home there, like the house was designed with this moment in mind.

“I’ll get my realtor on it,” Pez says, already texting furiously. “And I know a few contractors from the shelter that could do the security updates the Crown will insist on and—”

“Pez.”

“Hmm?” He pauses and looks up at his best friend at the sound of his name.

“Thank you.”

Pez crosses the room, pulls Henry up and into a tight hug. “It’s my genuine pleasure, Henry.” He squeezes a little tighter before pulling back, smirking. “Reckon Alex will cry when you tell him?”

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

WIP Wednesday

I've gotten really behind on these because, frankly, I haven't had the energy to cultivate a post between writing and ask games and winter weather. But I've been doing a ton of writing across all of my WIPs, so I figure I should share some of that.

Enjoy this never-before-seen snippet from Seahorse Dad Henry (if you don't know, that's the name for a pregnant trans man)—recently had a break through in this one because I decided to make it dual POV:

“Right,” Pez says, from the other end of the line. “Well, it seems there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding.” “Yeah,” Alex says. “I thought he didn’t want to see me again.” “Quite the opposite,” Pez muses, before his voice grows serious. “Unfortunately, my liege, this isn’t actually a simple housecall to hunt you down and castrate you, as much fun as that sounded a mere half-hour ago.” “That’s a relief,” Alex says, voice dry. “What’s up?” “Well, frankly, quite a bit. But, it’s also not my place to tell you,” Pez answers cryptically. “It also wasn’t totally my place to hunt you down, but I used my best friend rights and overstepped. And, if I may, I think I was quite right to do so in this case.” “Sure,” Alex says, mostly for something to say. Pez sighs. “You need to talk to Haz. I’m going to send you his number, now, alright? You better fucking use it this time around, otherwise that threat from earlier’s going to be a promise.” “Jesus fuck. Alright. I’ll do it,” Alex replies defensively. Thinks for a moment, going over the conversation in his mind before he decides to make a joke.  “I won’t even make you beg,” he adds with a grin. Pez lets out a surprised, delighted laugh. “Oh, Alexander, babes. Between the two of us, you would absolutely be the one getting on your knees for me. Fortunately for you, though, your sister’s much more to my taste.”

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[emmedoesntdomath]

pez, loudly clearing his throat and shaking out a VERY long sheet of paper: my dearest nora

nora, glancing up: yes?

pez, assuming a strong stance like he’s about to serenade her: my dearest nora, words cannot express my adoration for you, nor my dedication to your side. nay, but I shall attempt anyways. your hair is silky like a really nice pillow, your eyes as deep as a river. your nose was drawn by the gods, and your mouth was painted with a rose. 

alex, turning to pez’s literal girlfriend, eyes wide: you aren’t going to stop him???

june, pez’s aforementioned literal girlfriend, turning the page in her book: if I stop him now, he’ll just start over

pez, getting louder: YOUR HANDS-

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Just finished reading Pez Dispenser Debris (I don’t even go there but I am fueled by Wiki articles and a love for your storytelling) and first of all—amazing!!! 10/10, I think I need to watch this series now. 

Second, I  noticed that (while very much distinct) Yuuta & Izuku have a lot of similarities in the voice you gave them—maybe it’s the constant panic attacks or perhaps both of  them placing blame for everything squarely on their own shoulders, but ough it makes for the perfect blend of gut-punching angst. I’d love to hear any ramblings you currently have about either of them. I am currently obsessed with both of them now and am placing the blame on you <3

I’m gonna pretty heavily discuss some spoilers for my hero academia in this. I figured that was okay since you’d already read my fanfic and the wiki so the cat is out of the metaphorical bag. That being said, maybe wait to read this answer if you want to not be spoiled for more details in my hero.

Yuuta and Izuku absolutely have the most similar voices out of all of my narrators and it is 90% because they are both completely insane and in violent need of a Xanax and a nice soothing cup of chamomile tea. God I love them both so much. They should each be heavily medicated.

My hero academia is a pretty great watch through the Shie Hassaikai arc. The concept is entertaining, the characters are GREAT, and the world building is really cool.

Then the story sort of. Went to shit.

I tried for a while after that, but eventually had to stop watching. My friends and I have a group chat named “horikoshi just call us” because we got so despondent at the writing decisions after that arc.

Horikoshi. If you’re out there. If you’re reading this. Just call us. We just want to help.

That being said, my love for the characters maintains its death grip on me. I simply adore them. They’re delights.

Yuuta and Izuku, on their face, have a lot of similarities as protagonists. The aforementioned insanity and need of Xanax, of course, but the skeleton of the stories has a lot of common touchstones and themes, like:

Both characters have some kind of history with suicidal ideation or tendencies. In the second scene of JJK0, it’s established that Yuuta canonically tried to kill himself. In the first episode of BNHA, Izuku is told to kill himself by his bullies, in an act which appears to be common to izuku’s life, and the only reason Izuku comes up with to not do it is “then you’d get in trouble for telling me to do it.”

Both characters have severe self worth issues. Yuuta’s looking for a reason to be alive at the start of JJK0. He’s looking for a right to be alive. In a way, Izuku is too at the start of BNHA. At the open of action, he is told by everyone in his life that he is useless. His nickname is “Deku,” which uses some of the same kanji as “Dekunobo,” meaning blockhead. The most direct translation were given is that this is a way of calling him useless. He’s the powerless member of a society choked with superpower, and he’s been told his entire life that he can do nothing, that his dreams are pointless, and that he’s a burden who would be better off dead.

They’re both saddled with power they can’t fully control. Yuuta with Rika, and Izuku with One for All, a transferable power that’s too strong to be contained in his body.

They both have a close relationship with an impossibly strong mentor that they are implied to be the successor of. Yuuta with Gojo, as he’s second only to Gojo in the modern age, and Izuku with All Might (aka Toshinori Yaga), who he is more literally taking on the mantle of One for All from.

They both are chugging that Loving Their Friends Juice and have tried to kill grown men with their bare hands as a result

That all being said, they could not be more different characters and honestly aren’t all that similar.

I have this sort of lasting grievance with literary analysis when people take a list of common plot points or events and use them to make the argument that characters are similar or parallel one another. Like, that’s all facial. The real question is how do they substantively handle those events. How do their story arcs treat those things? How does their character react to them?

Yuuta and Izuku’s actual substantive characters don’t really react to those events in the same way at all. The analysis could go on all day in this respect, really, but the biggest difference is how their respective story arcs treat the cornerstone of their original conflicts.

Yuuta opens action with Rika as the cornerstone of his conflict. She’s who he wants to free, she’s who he’s chained to, and it’s her protection of him that makes him think he deserves to die. Izuku’s cornerstone, meanwhile, is his own Quirklessness. He desperately wants to be a hero, and everyone in his life tells him he can’t be because he is Quirkless. He’s useless because he’s Quirkless. He should kill himself because he’s Quirkless. He’s a burden and always will be because he’s Quirkless.

And while Yuuta’s arc reconciles him with his cornerstone, Izuku’s forgoes it entirely.

The story just. Forgets. That he’s Quirkless. They stop talking about it. It never comes up again. It doesn’t make any real big impact on his character or decisions. It’s one of my biggest axes to grind with how the story developed, and it’s actually one of the biggest reasons why I wrote pez dispenser debris.

Pez dispenser debris was actually inspired by this one piece of my hero academia art where Izuku is hugging his younger self. I don’t know if it was official art or fan art, and I have no idea where it is or where to find it because by god have I tried so I can find it and link it for credit/to boost it. I saw it literally years ago, thought “oh that’s cool,” wrote the original first scene of the fic (where Midoriya stops the bus and is hit by the Quirk), wasn’t feeling it, got distracted by other projects, went to law school, graduated law school, signed up to take the bar exam, and was suddenly electrified in the last fucking month of studying with this fugue state of feverish artistic inspiration. I have never written so easily or so compulsively in my life. I’d write for eight unbroken hours and it would be fucking magic every time. It was like an addiction. I was writhing with a need to create and had so much fucking anxiety about the test I was not studying for instead. The words could not be restrained.

Anyway I taught myself three subjects on the plane ride to the state I was taking it in and passed anyway so it’s fine we’re fine

The moral of the story is that this story has been cooking long enough for me to get two more diplomas than I had when I started it and I have no idea where to find that fucking piece of art that inspired it, but if I find it, I’ll reblog it so y’all can see it too.

The thing is, the narrative sort of forcibly excluding Izuku’s past as Quirkless would make total sense to me if it was used as something Izuku himself was doing.

Izuku necessarily had to hide the truth of his former Quirkless status at the start of action—he needed to keep the secret of One for All. Like, he could not let people find out that a Quirk was transferrable, but you know, just the most powerful one, and also he had it, please come torture it out of him.

But as the narrative goes on, that rationale becomes less important. He has people he can trust with it. And yeah, eventually One for All becomes more known, but the discussion is all about him being all might’s successor. Him being Quirkless and how that affected him and still affects him isn’t really discussed or treated as important. And Izuku doesn’t act like it’s important to him either. He never really thinks about it.

And I just hated that. Like. He spent almost his entire life as a member of society who was spit on. He’s had a Quirk for less than a year. How are his experiences with Quirklessness not important to how he interacts with the world?

The other point of contention I had was Mirio.

Mirio is this superstar of a senpai who takes Izuku under his wing. He has an extremely powerful quirk that’s only as effective as it is because he put in the work and learned how to handle it. He’s a perfect, eternally smiling paragon of heroism. He’s flagged early as the one out of everyone, including heroes with established careers, who is most likely to replace All Might.

He’s also the one who was supposed to get One for All.

His mentor had found him and trained him to be All Might’s successor. Before All Might could meet him, however, he found this feral raccoon child in a sewer and said “oh my god I can’t not offer him incomprehensible power within the first three hours of meeting him” and tripped face first into fatherhood.

During a rescue mission, Mirio loses his Quirk in a way that’s borderline irreversible. There’s no known cure, and the only possible one is dependent on a little girl learning how to control an extremely volatile and dangerous quirk and using it in a way she never has before.

So surely, they’re going to commit to that writing decision, right? He’s Quirkless. We’re bringing back having Quirkless characters. It’s going to be this sick as hell juxtaposition between Izuku and Mirio. We are at least going to force Izuku to reflect on his own times as Quirkless or have some kind of discussion about how Mirio is treated differently now that he is Quirkless.

But no. He gets his Quirk back by the next season. We don’t talk about it much. It’s more of a minor inconvenience than anything.

It’s almost as if the show accepted as an actual rule that you couldn’t be a hero without a Quirk. And then just. Forgot. Everything it had to do with its literal protagonist.

Anyway, I hated it.

In contrast, I fucking loved how yuuta’s storyline with Rika ends. That scene where Yuuta’s turning back to Rika, thanking her for loving him, telling him they can die together? I’m obsessed with it. I recently moved across the country and listened to that theme song on loop during the drive.

Yuuta and Rika’s love was unhealthy. They hurt each other. But it wasn’t malicious.

They just didn’t know how to love each other in a way that didn’t hurt.

They were in shit circumstances. But the love was there.

Yuuta felt guilty for Rika’s love for him and his for her almost the entire narrative. He thought he cursed her with his love. He wanted to kill himself because of how she hurt people out of love for him. It’s why I have moments in sea glass gardens where Yuuta talks about begging Rika to stop loving him—he didn’t know why love had to hurt so goddamn bad, and he’s sorry for that, he really is. He wishes he was better at it than he was.

At the end of JJK0, Yuuta truly is the last person who remembers Rika as she was and still loves her for who she is. He’s faced with Geto, who wants to use her as a weapon. Everyone treats her as a threat or a tool, except for Yuuta.

Like. Just that moment. Of loving someone so genuinely, and being the last one who does, and knowing that everyone else will just use them. I’m obsessed with it.

Yuuta reconciles with his love for Rika and her love for him, and they’re both finally freed. It’s this perfect moment of acceptance that I adore. He comes to terms with his past. It doesn’t hurt him so much anymore.

I wrote pez dispenser debris to sort of force Izuku to have that kind of reconciliation. As it is, he hasn’t reconciled with his own Quirklessness and how that affected him. I wanted to give him something he couldn’t physically escape and had to face.

[affectionatelyrs]

WIP Wednesday

WHAT'S UP Y'ALL happy wednesday! :) Thank you @kiwiana-writes @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags (everyone's snippets have been so wonderful today)

Today I have a snippet from the Walk and Talk fic! Everyone Cheer! I call this one "Is Alex flirting with me? Or is he just really friendly? Does he like me? What's going on?" and Pez being hashtag over it

Pez stares at him him blankly. “Babes. What do you think is happening?” All Henry can do is shrug weakly. “I don’t know,” he says quietly, slumping down into the plush sofa and avoiding his best friend’s now pointed stare. Pez shoves his face into his hands and groans before grabbing Henry’s shoulders and shaking him wildly. “Pez! What the—” “I don’t know,” he mocks. “Goodness you are denser than those books you read sometimes, my friend.”

Tagging @inexplicablymine @tintagel-or-cockleshells @anincompletelist @sherryvalli @whimsymanaged @leaves-of-laurelin @gay-flyboys @14carrotghoul and @myheartalivewrites (bc even if I don't talk to all of y'all I still love seeing what you have to offer mwah)

[hellfireloserclub]

I had a whole story for these two drawings , then I got sick .

So now tumblr can have them .

If you can work out how Eddie ended up wearing Steve's shirt as a bandanna ... have at it!

( and if you saw this in the few mins I had it up before I put the wrong format images up so they should look better now)

[tailsbeth-writes]

Her Royal Highness

'Shaan, can you please put an appointment in my diary?'

'Certainly sir, what is it for?'

'A reminder to kill Alex for getting me into this mess.'

Shaan tried to hold back a smirk as he stepped back, tapping away on his tablet.'

'Personally I think the blue glitter really brings out your eyes, sir.'

This terrible idea had started like most of Alex’s did, a seedling planted by the most chaotic of the chaos demons; Nora.

Or How Prince Henry ended up as a guest judge on RuPaul's Drag Race UK.

Rating: T | Word Count: 5k | Multi-chapter | TW: Biphobia [Not Complete]

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

[priincebutt]

Nico!!! hello dear here's my request for the heart kiss thing

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy - liam/pez plz

send me a kiss, get a snippet

Liam loves the post-rodeo high. There’s something about the adrenaline rush of bull riding, feeling like you’re unstoppable and on top of the fucking world, that just leaves him spinning out after all of the events are over. He knows he should be exhausted – bull riding is a physical sport that leaves him sore and hurting for days after he competes, but it’s still the day of, and the pain hasn’t set in yet. So instead of sleeping, like he should be doing, he’s at the damn bar, fingers wrapped around a bottle of Coors light, listening with a wince on his face as some girl in a floral dress attempts to sing Carrie Underwood’s Before He Cheats on the mic provided for karaoke.

It’s not well known, but at the end of the day on Fridays at the Denver National Stock Show, down in the underbelly of the arena by the corralled cattle and sleeping horses, a karaoke bar pops up for those in the know, or those lucky enough to stumble upon it when they’re trying to find the parking lot. There’s probably thirty people in street clothes present, and a handful of riders like himself, and everyone seems tipsy enough. Hell, Liam’s on his third beer, and while he’s not drunk he’s definitely feeling the effects. The warmth coursing through him is lush, and he sips at the cool beer as his eyes scan the crowd, looking for anyone he knows or some one interesting enough to strike up a conversation with.

His boredom is relieved when a man in a fringed pink leather jacket sets an empty glass down on the bar beside Liam, orders a whiskey neat, and turns, letting his gaze rove from Liam’s worn, dusty boots up to the cowboy hat that sits atop his head at a minor tilt. He’s not subtle in his looking, and his full lips part in an easy smile as he leans against the bar, folds his arms over his chest and nods approvingly.

“See something you like?” Liam drawls, his Texas accent thick thanks to the beer. He’s never been subtle in who he loves, and while being a gay bull rider hasn’t been easy by any means, it’s worth fighting for who he is. He can’t imagine hiding himself away.

The man’s grin only widens, and he accepts the whiskey and stops the bartender. “What’s your shooter of choice?” He asks Liam. One of Liam’s eyebrows go up, and he steps in a little closer, intrigued.

“Tequila with salt and a lime.”

“You heard the man,” his companion chuckles darkly. “Two tequilas, though I might regret this in the morning.”

The bartender delivers the shots, and they clink their glasses together before licking the salt rim, downing the shot, then sucking on the lime. Liam manages to get the liquor down without wincing, and his new friend does the same, his features smooth as he then sips his whiskey like this is all in a day’s work. “I’m Percy,” he extends a hand, his fringe swishing at the motion, and Liam grins and accepts, shaking his warm hand fondly and nodding. “Liam,” he offers as he sips his beer to chase down the fire of the tequila.

“I knew you were gay,” Percy says as his head tilts and he looks up at Liam, who has a good few inches on him even in his shiny black heeled cowboy boots.

One of Liam’s brows arch, and he keeps his features schooled into neutrality at the statement. “What gave me away?”

“Well, you were the only cowboy wearing a pink shirt,” Percy says with a shrug. “And I just… knew. Sometimes you just know things, and it’s always a sweet victory when you’re right. Because you’re extremely hot, and I’m very glad I’ve run into you down at this little bar.”

Liam’s feeling bold thanks to the tequila. The shot is like liquid courage through his veins, and he crowds into Percy’s space, unthinking about the very real possibility that this virtual stranger might want nothing more to do with him than to say he met a bull rider and be on his way. “Well good thing for me you’re also hot,” Liam says as he finishes his beer and sets the empty bottle back on the bar. Percy’s looking up at him through his lashes now, in a way that has Liam absolutely losing it because it’s been a while since he’s gotten lucky and he thinks tonight just might be the night for it. “Do you want to come back to my hotel?” He asks, voice husky, emboldened by the look Percy’s giving him and the liquor.

There is no answer – Percy surges up on his toes and pulls him in by the collar. Their lips meet and Liam sighs into it, lets himself melt into this man he hardly knows, kisses him like there might not be a tomorrow. Percy is soft and pliant against him, and he tastes like smoky whiskey on a warm Texas night. He tastes like home, and Liam thinks he might go feral for it.

Liam pulls back, a lopsided grin on his lips, one hand at Percy’s waist and the other steadying them against the bar. “I take it that’s a yes?”

“Oh, that’s a fuck yes.”

[jellibuns]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you @kiwiana-writes for the tag, I had to take a moment to recompose myself after reading your post eee!! Here's another snippet from my skating fic that I swear I'll start posting this upcoming Friday, I just wanna make sure my outline is watertight. (again, a little over six but Alex has lots of Big Feelings™)

“Ugh, it would’ve been exquisite.” Pez laments, and Alex thinks he hears Pez mutter something about a 'spiteful old crone' while sipping his drink. His head snaps to look at Henry. “John Williams? Like, ‘Star Wars' John Williams?” There's no way Henry can be talking about the same guy, there has to be some pompous fifteenth century composer with the same name. “Is there another John Williams?” A corner of Henry’s mouth quirks up. “Yes, I had an idea for an homage to Star Wars. Well, more specifically ‘Return of the Jedi.’” Alex doesn’t have time to process that Henry wanted to skate to a Star Wars melody before he’s hit with the utterly ridiculous fact that all the music would have been from fucking Jedi. “Really? Jedi? The obvious choice was right there.” Henry has the audacity to look offended at his objectively correct statement. “And what would that be? And please don’t say—” “Of course I'm going to say Empire, who the fuck wouldn’t?”

ugh this is going out pretty late so open tag !!

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

WIP Wednesday

More from Honey, you're familiar (like my mirror years ago) the (hopefully?) beloved daddy issues wip:

Henry had been prepared to wallow in the depth of his failures for the remainder of the evening, and probably long after that. Pez had pulled out every trick in his arsenal to pull Henry out of his spiraling, short of leaving his cousin’s wedding and flying across the world to get back to LA.  Still, Henry couldn’t easily forget the fiery rage blazing in Alex’s eyes, how he’d felt positively molten under his heated gaze, the flames intent to destroy him—despite the fact that Henry held responsibility for igniting them in the first place. All because he’d been a presumptuous prick. God, Philip would be proud.

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Tagging (w/ no pressure) @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @matherines @welcometololaland @tintagel-or-cockleshells @daisymae-12 @rmd-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @leaves-of-laurelin @zwiazdziarka @xthelastknownsurvivorx @cultofsappho @bidoofenergy @myheartalivewrites @14carrotghoul @saintlynomenclature @anincompletelist and anyone else who wants to share :) tag me :) - also sorry if you already posted and I missed it!!

[rmd-writes]

For @thebrownstone drabble prompt: PLAY

A 5+1 in 100 words? More likely than you think. Five times Alex hates being called Alexander, and one (the only) time he doesn’t.

1. “Give it back, Alexander.”

“Don’t call me that!” Alex scowls at June. 

“Don’t take my things!”

“I want to play with it!”

2. “Mrs Diaz—”

“It’s Ms Claremont.”

Alex smirks at his mother’s clipped tone. 

“Ms Claremont, Alexander here—”

He rolls his eyes. “My name is Alex.”

3. “Alexander Claremont-Diaz!”

Fucking fucksticks. She’s mad.

4. “Alexander, is it?”

“Alex,” he says quickly. “No one calls me that except my mother when she’s mad.”

“That happen often?”

5. “Alexander?”

“For fuck’s sake, Hunter. My name is Alex. I’ve told you that a hundred times.”

“But–”

“Do not say it again.”

+1 “Alexander, babes!”

Pez.

Alex smiles.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

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I reblogged this ask game and then failed to finish the answers to any of the asks i got. whoopsie. better late than never.

Anyway let's try the director's commentary of the train king scene from pez dispenser debris.

I love the train king intro. it's so fun and goofy. it's just got some really fun humor to it in my mind. I had so much fun writing it.

it is a completely pointless scene.

It has no plot relevance. Train king is not the chekov's gun hanging bravely on the wall of that fic. It will have no overarching effect on the plot. So why the fuck is it there?

Well, because it was fun.

Pez dispenser debris has lived in my head for at least two or three years now. Not in the exact form it is now, but it's a very old and much-adored story of mine. I was incredibly fond of it. I tried to write it years ago, and got as far as the first scene, which was originally Izuku and Mirio walking along the street and running into the bus hijacking, which led to the rogue quirk.

It was a good starting point. It's where the action actually started. But it just didn't feel right to me.

So it sat in my drafts for a long time, collected dust, and I spun my wheels on other projects for a while. I went back to it, and tried again, and the new first scene was Izuku rushing in late for the meeting with the realtor. It still didn't feel right. it gave more development to Izuku and Mirio's relationship before we hit action, but something just wasn't right.

Train King was just a silly reason i made up for why he was late. The scene originally wasn't shown, only mentioned in a single sentence. And then I decided--fuck it, it would make for a fun scene. just do it for shits and giggles.

And I had fun writing it. Which means it's probably the only reason why i hit publish on pez dispenser debris to begin with instead of leaving it in my drafts. Because I was in a state of extreme burn out when i started writing that fic, and the train king scene led me to realize what that fic needed to be for me: just something fun and silly to write.

Technically speaking, pez dispenser debris is very sloppy. There's a huge amount of pointless asides and flashbacks that don't contribute to the plot in any way. the entirety of chapter four could be deleted and it would be the exact same fic if i just slightly edited the conversation between aizawa and izuku in chapter six. I legitmately wrote chapter four, said "wow, that was pointless," and hit publish

because I liked it anyway. Like, what the fuck is the point of the backflip treaty? Dabi's extremely reluctant semi-redemption? Absolutely nothing. I just had a good time writing it and thought other people would have a good time reading it.

it wasn't meant to be """"good"""" art. it was meant to be fun, and that's what it was. I had so much fun writing my silly little flashbacks and asides. All of my fics have those kinds of background stories and scenes that exist in their "universe," and most of them never make it into the fics because it wouldn't be plot relevant and it wouldn't make for """"good""" art. With pez dispenser debris, I wanted to just give myself permission to write something fun and silly with as many pointless scenes as i wanted. And train king started that.

[cricketnationrise]

Week 52: Egg (1)

(week 52?!?!?! holy shit guys)

“He’s a good egg, you know.”

Henry hums in question.

“Your strumpet,” Pez says pointedly. “He’s a good one.”

“Oh. You really think so?”

“I know I joke, but Hazza, I’ve waited years for you to be this happy. If Alex does that for you? Then I owe him a great deal.”

“Pez…”

“It’s nice to see you content, is all,” Pez shrugs. “Now, if he could give me actionable tips for wooing his gorgeous sister and best friend…”

Henry groans good-naturedly. “Introducing you two was a mistake; you’re both menaces of the highest order.”

“We love you too, Henry.”