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peppermintquartz · 4 months ago

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Chimney is striding towards a tall, dark-haired man who is currently checking the cockpit of a helicopter. Time is of the essence, but they will still need to wait for Hen.

Tall guy has a nice ass, Buck thinks vaguely, a little distracted by all the activity that's going on around them. He wonders if the choppers get to go out every day. He would, if he were a pilot.

When the guy turns around, it is to reveal a handsome face: chiseled jaw, aristocratic nose, straightforward gaze, generous lips and - oh - a cleft chin. That face breaks into a broad smile, the lines crinkling at the eyes and around the mouth adding to the overall attractiveness of the features.

"Howie, hey!" Tall Handsome Guy hugs Chimney tightly, enveloping the shorter man in a sincere embrace. "Long time."

Wow. Buck blinks at the show of affection. When he gets closer, he sees that Tall Handsome Guy is actually about the same height as he is, but with a more angular face - that jawline is to die for - and he is broader in the shoulders. Even more handsome up close, too, which is totally unfair.

"This is Tommy, Tommy Kinard. He used to be at the 118," Chimney introduces. "Used to have a fat head, but he grew out of that."

"Thanks to you," says Tommy. He holds out a hand to Eddie and Buck.

Eddie shakes Tommy's hand first. "Eddie Diaz."

"Pleasure. And you are...?" Tommy turns to Buck.

Buck takes the proffered hand. Good God his hand is so big and strong. "Uh, Evan. E-Evan Buckley, hi."

"Hi Evan," says Tommy, smiling at Buck, the smile as warm as his hand. The name Evan sounds cozy and welcoming coming from Tommy, and for a second when Buck meets Tommy's eyes, he almost forgets to breathe. No man should be this good-looking, Buck thinks. Tommy clears his throat and his smile turns a little cheeky. "I'm gonna need that hand to fly the chopper, kid."

"Oh! Oh, right, sorry. I was just, um, thinking. About Cap and Thena."

"Yeah, we're gonna need Hen to show soon with some coordinates," Chimney says, looking antsy. "Can't go flying all over the Gulf of Mexico."

Tommy shrugs. "We'll do what we can. Wait, I see a car pulling in. Might be her. Get in the backseat, strap yourselves in. Once I get Hen clear of Melton, we'll dash. Hopefully she has a good cover story..." His cheeks puff out and he lets out an exaggerated exhale. Then he grins at the three. "If we're all arrested, can I blame it on you, Howie?"

"Yeah I really twisted your arm with the 'Please help us save Cap and Athena'." Chimney climbs in after Eddie.

"You know it's because of your irresistibly pretty face," says Tommy dryly, helping Buck get in, a hand on his elbow. "Alright, put those helmets on. Careful, Evan."

Buck manages to catch Tommy's faint frown just before the pilot takes his seat and starts up the engine, go over his checks or whatever pilots do. Tommy's concerned, which isn't a surprise. They're asking a huge favor.

But it's so cool that he is throwing in his lot with them, just like that. Buck doesn't think there are many people who would do this. Tommy Kinard really is pretty cool.

"Alright. She's ready to go when we are," says Tommy. He opens his door and slides out. To the trio, he says, "Don't touch anything. I'm gonna hang out near Melton and run intercept."

"We'll behave," Eddie says, holding up his hand like a Scout.

Tommy only rolls his eyes and chuckles before jogging away to the main hangar. Buck can't help noticing how the flight suit pulls over the man's shoulders and ass as he moves.

Wonder what his workouts are like, Buck muses. Maybe more squats and lifts.

Now, all they have to do is wait for Hen to show.

edited on AO3

Tommy's POV

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #chimney han #eddie diaz #first meeting #bucktommy #tevan #kinley

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munson-blurbs · 2 years ago

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Thinking about Rockstar!Eddie meeting you at an autograph signing and getting off to the thought of you after his show...

“Here ya go,” Eddie says, forcing a tired smile as he hands a freshly-autographed CD to a beaming fan. Pre-show merch signings were part of the deal, and they certainly brought in the extra cash, but after five months on the road, the members of Corroded Coffin are tired. Eddie scratches at the five o’clock shadow dotting his face, glancing at his watch. Just another ten minutes until they can wrap this up and start soundcheck. Then they’ll be back on the bus, shipping off to whatever city’s up next.

The security guard lets the next two people up to the table. Eddie reaches over to the pile of CDs, giving an exasperated sigh as he asks, “Name?”

That’s when he hears your voice.

His head snaps up, and he relaxes as he takes in your shy demeanor. You’re holding the hand of your friend–girlfriend?--hey, it’s the ‘90s; anything is possible. Your eyes sparkle as you say and spell your first name, biting your lower lip and averting your gaze from the gorgeous rockstar in front of you. “Pretty name,” he murmurs, writing a short message and swirling the Sharpie over the CD cover to make his exaggerated signature. “Pretty name for a pretty girl, yeah?”

You just giggle, and the girl next to you squeezes your hand. “She’s, like, completely in love with you,” she blabbers. “Every damn day since we got these tickets, it’s been, ‘What should I wear? Do you think Eddie will notice me?’”

You free your hand to elbow her, a little harsher than you’d intended. “Dianna!” you hiss, burying your face in your palms in a feeble attempt to hide your humiliation.

But Eddie just cocks his head, checking you out from head to toe. “Oh, he definitely noticed you,” he muses, handing you the CD with two lanyards. “You ladies wanna watch backstage? ‘Course you do; Charlie will bring you where you gotta go and, uh,” he looks directly at you, sending an excited shiver down your spine, “maybe we can notice each other a bit more later.”

You and Dianna nod vigorously as the beefy security guard leads you to the backstage VIP suite. A waiter comes around and takes your drink orders. You ask for a vodka soda, and Dianna gets a Long Island iced tea.

“You sure about that?” you whisper as the waiter walks away. “Those are really strong.”

Dianna shrugs. “It’s not every day we get free drinks. Might as well drink as much as we can.”

Meanwhile, Eddie’s fumbling his way through soundcheck, thinking about the way your breasts peeked out the top of your Corroded Coffin tank top, how your denim shorts perfectly cupped your ass, the shiny gloss that emphasized your lips. God, he wants those lips wrapped around his hard, throbbing–

“Munson? You wanna get your head out of your ass so we can put on a show?” Jeff’s voice booms through his mic.

“He’s thinking about that hot chick he gave backstage passes to,” Gareth teases, and Simon makes kissy noises at their lead singer.

Eddie launches his guitar pick in Gareth’s direction, narrowly missing his head. “Shut the fuck up, all of you,” he grumbles, but he knows that they’re right. Just get through the show and she’s all yours. He palms himself over his pants discreetly. He’s never been more grateful for his guitar, since his tight leather pants do nothing to hide his burgeoning erection.

Corroded Coffin puts on a hell of a show, as usual. They close with “Rock Hard,” their hit single about hooking up with a groupie after a concert, and Eddie thanks every celestial being that it’s the last song of the night. As soon as the band thanks the audience and says their goodbyes, Eddie dashes offstage. He bolts into your suite, all sweat and smiles. “How’d you like the–” He stops, frowning when he sees an empty room, save for Charlie, who’s smoking a cigarette in a lounge chair. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Casanova,” Charlie drawls. “Her little friend drank too much, got sick all over the bathroom. Had to get them outta here before she ruined anything else.”

Eddie groans, throwing his head back as his bandmates laugh at his misfortune. “Goddammit,” he hisses, pushing his perspiration-soaked hair from his eyes.

“C’mon, man,” Simon claps a hand on Eddie’s back. “There’s a bar down the street; plenty of the girls from the show will be there…” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Nah, I’m just gonna head back to the bus. ‘M pretty beat.”

“Oh, something’s getting beat tonight,” Gareth jokes. Eddie flips him off, but once again, he’s right.

He’s barely closed the curtain to his makeshift bedroom before he’s hastily unbuttoning his leather pants, shoving his ringed hand into his boxer briefs. Just the sensation of his own touch has him bucking his hips. He runs his thumb over the bead of pre-cum pearling at his tip, using it to lubricate his palm. He uses his free hand to tug his pants down to his knees, sitting on the bed. He imagines you on your knees in front of him.

“S’big, isn’t it, baby?” Eddie coos. He leans over, letting a trail of saliva drip from his mouth to his shaft. “Thas’ right, spit on it. Such a dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grips the bedsheet with his left hand, dragging his right from base to tip.

“What’s that? You want it in your mouth? Oh, pretty girl; you don’t have to ask twice.”

He fucks into his fist harder, feeling himself grow in his own grasp. “Mmm, let me make a mess of that face. Ruin that fuckin’ makeup you worked so hard on. Wanted me to notice you; well, I sure fuckin’ did. Knew I had to have you, sweet thing.” If you were actually here, you’d be gagging on his dick as your nose grazes the thatch of curls on his pevlis, tears reflexively gathering at the corners of your eyes. Your mascara would start to run; the telltale sign of a good blowjob.

He loosens his hold on the sheet, cupping his balls. “If you do that, ‘m gonna bust in that sinful mouth of yours, fuckin’ swear.” A harsh chuckle escapes his throat. “Bet you’d like that. Bet you’d take my whole load down your throat, swallow it all, yeah?”

Eddie brings himself right to the edge before forcing himself to slow down. “I know, baby. I know you wanna keep sucking me off. But I wanna–no, I gotta be in that perfect little pussy. Now, come sit on my cock. Nice and slow–thassit.” He tightens his grip on his length, keeping a slow rhythm to mimic the feeling of gradually filling you up. “You can take it, don’t worry. I’ve got you, baby girl.”

He bites his lower lip so hard that he swears it might bleed. “Oh, angel. Y’feel even better than I ever imagined, holy fuck.” He increases his pace, choking out a pathetic moan. “What’s that? You want me to come inside you? So desperate f’me, aren’t you?” He whimpers at the mental image of you bouncing on his cock, tits pressed up against the dusting of hair on his chest. “Come with me, fuck, wanna make you come. Want you to cream my cock while I fuckin’ fill you up.” Eddie lets out one last pornographic moan as thick, hot ropes of cum spurt out onto his thick fingers. He pants, trying to catch his breath as he comes down from the high of his orgasm.

Cleaning himself up, Eddie grumbles to himself about your stupid drunk friend and how he’s so tired of fucking his own hand. He falls asleep quickly, worn out from the combination of the concert and his own post-show escapades.

The next morning, Eddie wakes up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. The bus driver has already set out for their next destination, somewhere in Bumblefuck. Eddie doesn’t care, he just wants you. Real you, not the fantasy he’d conjured up last night.

“Hey, boss,” Charlie says when Eddie pads out to the bus’s common space. “Forgot to give this to you after the show.” He hands him a folded piece of paper, which reads:

Eddie:

Had to get Dianna home before she puked on the carpet. I was not paying for that to be replaced–the tickets for your autograph already bankrupted me…

But if you wanna stop by my hotel room later, just give me a call. I don’t think you were done noticing me. I certainly wasn’t done noticing you.

You signed your name with a glossy lip print and your hotel room extension.

“Charlie,” Eddie starts through gritted teeth, “if you can convince the driver to turn this bus around, I won’t fire you.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things

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malcontentonline · 6 months ago

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hiii, I already adored your art from the comic of metal and hoki and married Kkgai - and to now see you put kkgai in founders time is giving me so much dopamine 💥 any chance you could elaborate on the dynamic between Madara and Gai ? :] how does he interact with the other founders ?

thank you very much for the kind words!!!

(Sorry I took so long to answer this I wanted to finish a lil comic I’ve been working on that basically contains what would have been the first meeting of madara and gai in the fic but that is going to take a fair bit longer so I hope you don’t mind me just answering with some doodles)

first up the dynamic between the founders, gai and kakashi is as follows:

The black haired guy at the top middle is kakashi he actually is in disguise most of the story because he’s trying to be really careful and not alter the timeline too much.

This causes its own set of problems when gai after being told by kakashi to stay put and not interact with anyone (gai was not meant to join kakashi in the past and they weren’t meant to go back so far so kakashi is a bit disoriented) mistakes madara for his eternal rival and interferes with an ambush to help him escape unscathed. Madara witnesses here the 6th gate for the first time and decides to kidnap gai and keep him as a prisoner until he’s figured out what the heck gai did to spontaneously get stronger.

Gai tries to figure out the lest future changey way of escaping and finding the real kakashi while madara tries to figure out gais deal generally. Eventually gai agrees to spar with madara on the condition that madara sends people to search for his rival.

Their sparing matches are actually really interesting! Gai is exceptional at countering the sharingan but madara is a far more experienced fighter both of them are a fan of a good fight so they actually end up growing closer through these fights (this relationship development would actually have been a large part of the story)it doesn’t help that they both remind each other of their respective rivals, so they sort of fall into a closer relationship than they would naturally because they both miss them so much.

Their would likely be dashes of madagai in this story but ultimately they’re not each other’s endgame so it would only really manifest in like madaras musings about what a world where they got together might look like. As well as the occasional crisis of faith from gai where he weirdly feels like he’s cheating on kakashi despite them not actually being together till the end of the story.

So yeah hopefully that illuminates the dynamic a bit more :]

here are some silly doodles:

#kakagai #my art #madagai #answered #more of this to come I’m afraid #I made izuna so angry here cos I find it funny but he got layers I promise #it’s just I’d need to write an entire post about his arc in the story alone #Also kashi has so much going on in this I couldn’t even get in to it #he’s from further in the future than gai ill leave it at that #I forgot to mention gai has no idea who madara is #Which may seem a bit odd because he’s one of the people that founded the village #but if gai can forget his name after nearly dying fighting him I don’t see why a younger gai would bother remembering him #Thanks again for the ask #I really love ranting about this story:)#time travel au

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luciellita · 3 months ago

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The Fallen Apple: Stained Memories

"Memories last forever."

╰---•❥ Written by: Lucielitta

A Haitani brothers x sister reader One shot.

Length: 1,666 words

"Don't you think it's also time?" The eldest peered in, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips; his voice trailing off the moment he looked forward.

"Nevermind," He dismissed with a soft chuckle, returning his gaze at the crimson red that was in his hand. "You're never sure of your answers anyways." The sound of the knife carefully peeling the skin off of the apple was quiet, steady.

"No, no," the middle mused, his smirk never leaving his face as he leaned on the wall beside his elder brother. "She's not one to decide on anything at all." His chuckle was a hint of fondness and humor as he thought about their sister. "She always has to have someone else tell her what to do."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Ran hummed at Rindou's words with a small smile on his lips, finding it humorous. He snickered; reminiscing the time when they were younger.

When the evening scene would fall and the siblings snuck away from the harsh reality of living and escaped to the nearby playground, the empty expanse of the area served as their sanctuary. They would swing on the swings with reckless abandon, chased each other through the shadows in a game of tag, and fill the cold air with their laughter and fun, embracing the simple joy of being just kids.

"Not this time!" She ran as fast as her legs could go as she rounded a corner with fixed street lights. Her brothers followed behind as one stopped a halt. Holding her knee, she caught her breath. "That-that was fun!" She spoke between ragged breaths, smiling wildly. Though, Rindou was more worried than happy. "ARE YOU INSANE?!-" he practically yelled. Sure, he had his fun. But she surprised him with the sudden dash. Before he could say another mouth full of worry, his sister calmly spoke.

"Hey! Rin-nii, come on! It's okay. I mean," raising her hand, she softly pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. "When was the last time we've done something like this?" She expressed. It was true. It's been a long time since they have last done this. Ever since their involvements with a dangerous community, they haven't had much fun like this. All they did was wait, wait, and wait. Be there for each other and avoid danger at all times. But not today. This day, they're going to have fun.

No busy schedule, tiring days, or worry will stop her from having fun once in a while.

"Nii-chan-really. It's okay! Stop worrying so much. Come on. Let's have some fun," reassuring her anxious brother.

Sweat was running down his frowed brows and fogged his glasses. "Even just for a little bit." Wanting to let this slip, even just for once. As she looked at her brother, pleadingly.

"Fine... I give in." Rindou sighed heavily. Finally: giving in, cracking a slight nervous yet mischievous smile on his face. "Finally. You're so lame all the time." The girl teased, laughing lightly while he playfully rolled his eyes at her, adjusting his tilted glasses.

"Oi! You two!" An angry voice yelled behind, running after the two with urgency and worry. "Where are you going?!" The silhouette stepped into the light, casting the veins on his forehead. "You either get back here or else!" He warned.

The girl laughed in amusement as she grabbed Rindou's shaky hand, turning their backs on Ran and dashed for it. "I'M- I'M SORRY!!" The brother screamed, his coolness went away as fear took over him while he let his sister lead him away from the unavoidable trouble they faced.

He wondered, just what are they gonna do once Ran catches up to them?

The girl laughed nervously, a blurred mix of fear, adrenaline, and fun filled her senses. Her brother, Rindou, beside her, looked up at Ran with regret and fear in his eyes.

Ran snickered, laughter bursts out of his calm facade, "It's either that or she just freezes up and leave or do everything at once." He snickered at the memory, "It was so damn hilarious."

"I can't believe she just did that!" Rindou spoke with disbelief and nervousness in his face as he pointed at their sister, "I was just trying to catch her before you come back but- She just grabbed my hand and ran away!" He explained hurriedly to their older brother who wore a frustrated expression on his face. His two braided hair slightly disheveled from the chase.

"You..." Ran's voice trailed to a low grumble, burying his face into the palm of his hand before looking down on her, sighing. "I know you want to have fun but you have to let me know next time." He spoke to her, looking between Rindou and the girl. Even he can't handle her wild attitude.

Sweat ran down her forehead as she looked up their older brother with nervousness. Rindou, stepped back away from the tension with a apologetic look on his face for her.

"And next time..." His voice dropping na octave lower, a hint of warning in his tone. "Don't. Cause. Trouble."

"I'm..." She gulped, "Sorry..." She smiled nervously, standing still as his worried and frustrated figure walked towards hers.

His knife made its way around it's skin, separating it's flesh, it followed by a crisp snap that broke away from the flesh of the apple; snapping both the brothers thoughts away from the memories that kept them away, away from the recent incident that occurred because of themselves.

A quarrel between the Haitani's, a rare occurrence for them began in their residence. Harsh words were hurled at between the two; each word threatening their bond and loyalty towards one another as inner turmoil fogged the mind of the eldest's calm facade.

"Nii-chan! Just what is going on? Why are you doing this?? Why leave?!" Rindou let out a yell, slowly approaching him from the door, a mix of anger and confusion in his voice as he stared at Ran who turned his back on them.

"You two... Are well off in where you are. I don't want to bring any more danger in our family."

His response bubbled up emotions within Rindou. Worry, fear, and the unsureness of this sudden decision. "Do you even hear yourself?! We've always lived this kind of life- and you- you're just gonna leave when everything's going on our way?!" He questioned, seeking an explanation from his older brother's behavior. "You're being unreasonable! Maybe you should listen to us instead of trying to control everything yourself!"

Muffled voices rang in Ran's ears as his vision fogged up.

He had always thought that as long as they have each other, they can get through anything. Being the driving force behind their rise, that influence and power would allow them survival and living. But the moment he led them into the life of delinquency, danger loomed behind them like a cloud of raining disaster and that was then he knew that it was no longer enough.

With their sister's presence, he realized how fragile their lives were more fragile that he had thought. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to them, and he knew that his own actions and choices had led them down a dangerous path.

However, he realized that this life was his and his alone. His siblings did not belong in this world, no matter how skilled or resilient they were. It was a dangerous and unpredictable life, and he wanted to keep them as far away from it as possible. And so, he decided to distance himself now that he knows that they are well off by themselves. Away from the danger that he's carrying.

But how could they understand that when it's engraved in their minds about their loyalty and bond with one another?

His fists were clenched to his sides and as he spun around to beat some sense into his little brother. The time suddenly slowed down yet he couldn't stop his fist from swinging once from the sudden realization.

The girl stumbled backwards, her head crashed into the sharp corner of the ground with a sickening thud and crack. A gasp escaped her lips, her vision swimming as she crumpled to the ground. It left her dazed and disoriented. And within a few seconds, she let out a pained cry, her hand instinctively flying to the back of her head where a lump was starting to form.

The sound of her pain echoed throughout the room, snapping the brothers' horror-filled gazes of their sister on the ground. Ran rushed to her side as Rindou stumbled his way on her other, unsure of what to do while worry and fear overtook his mind.

Ran reached down to carefully lift her pained head up from the ground and placed her head on his lap while reassuring her that she'll be fine.

"Rindou! What are you doing there- call an ambulance!" Ran called, his voice breaking Rindou out of his shock as his hand shakily dialed the number and called the operator.

The elder brother looked down as sweat dripped down his forehead and onto her shaking form. Her blood was so red, it mixed with his hands' as her skin turned cold and pale.

It was in his hand-The pale unsliced innards of the apple were laid upon their eyes, leaving a reminder of their sister's current state.

She laid on her bed of white, skin; pale. The monitors hooked on her body made a rhythmic intervals that broke the stillness that sounded the room. Each a quiet, reassuring soft hissed whisper reassured her waiting brothers that she still clung onto to life.

He looked down at his hand, mind still in the past, feeling the slick warmth and seeing the vivid reddened hue staining his skin.

Ran wondered if it was her blood or just the lingering heat from the apple that still clung to his palm. Perhaps it was both.

- Did I do this Tumblr thing right?

Notes:

This is my first time in years since I started writing again so I'm starting to try to get comfortable with this.

It's messy but I tried.

#tokyo revengers #haitani brothers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haitani ran #haitani rindou #platonic!reader #sister!reader #haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #shorts #luciellita's writings

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punkfortress · 9 months ago

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Episode 1 - part 1

Music blared throughout the cramped basement, Deafeningly loud, drowning out the chaotic voices of the crowd. The names of shitty, unknown bands and various people's nicknames cover the walls.

Scotty watched the drummer intently, studying his face and his movements from the back of the venue. Everything about the drummer was familiar, right down to the way he smiled at the crowd. He wondered briefly if the man was proof his shot in the dark wasn't in vain.

The frontman called for a brief intermission after breaking one of his guitar strings, and the drummer immediately jumped up from his seat, dashing towards Scotty.

He Fucking knew it.

“SCOTTY?” The drummer shouted, jumping off the stage and jogging towards the back corner of the cramped basement.

“How the hell have you been, man?!” The drummer asked, leaning against the wall beside Scotty. “And what the hell are you doing in New York?!"

“living the American dream!” Scotty joked, grinning before his face fell "Aye... I'm jus' chasin' work. Sendin' money back home to me mam.”

He hadn't seen this man since 1998... Even with the mohawk and the piercings, he was still the same man he had known for just a month back in Glasgow.

“but… why here? It ain't the best place to be right now, y’know? ‘specially not for foreigners”

That was true. The flight over was hell, and Scotty knew there were better places to find work...

Scotty paused, holding back a wry laugh at being referred to as a ‘foreigner’.

“Ye want the truth?” he held his breath. “this is where you told me ya’ lived back in Glasgow. I figured… no harm in hopin’ to run into an old friend, yeah?”

The drummer grinned widely at Scotty's answer

“I missed you, you bastard! It's been too damn long! We've got so much catching up to do! And what the hell happened to your eye?!” The drummer was visibly excited, his words coming out in a rush as he tried fitting all his thoughts in one breath.

“Sorry, was that insensitive? Roach tells me I ask too many questions…” he mumbles to himself, Looking away from Scotty. “I gotta stop doing that…”

“Aye, lad,” Scotty chuckled, pulling the man close to him in a half-hug, “A lot happened after ya’ left,” he mused.

“we’ve got all night to catch up, though, so don't you worry.”

Scotty missed him like hell, even if they only knew each other for a short time. A month between two strangers could feel like a lifetime.

Scotty’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of yelling through the shitty basement speakers.

"REX GET YOUR ASS BACK ON STAGE RIGHT NOW!"

“Sorry, Scotty, I gotta go! I’ll be back in an hour!”

The drummer, Rex, called, giggling dumbly as he pushed through the crowd and ran off towards the stage.

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intergalactic-garbage · 3 months ago

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mlp x chb crossover

no u don't need an explanation. pinkie pie is cabin 12, dionysus cabin. dionysus is the god of parties and being craaaazy (ok it's actually madness but close enough). she's a party planner through and through

rainbow dash. you'd think something like ares or hermes but no. it's actually cabin 17 - nike. my mans is obsessed with winning and yeah she's fast, but she cares about winning more ithink <3 (i do think making her a child of iris could be funny as well)

applejack is cabin 4 - demeter. next question

fluttershy you'd think is demeter but what the fuck bro. no. the best estimation i'd have to say is a satyr. and yes i know satyrs are technically biologically exclusively males, and that their biologically female equivalent would be nymphs. but 1. nymphs are still about fucking flowers and 2. more power to transfem!fluttershy innit

rarity is. if we're not calling her a roman and child of minerva (which we can't, because minerva doesn't have children in rick's canon), the best i can do is really putting her in aphrodite's cabin 10 edit: oh fuck she could be a child of pluto and summon gems im so sorry miss please don't step on me

okay okay i know what you're thinking, twilight could be a child of hecate, but then again, she's giving major athena kid vibes. well, i think this is so fucked up because i truly can't decide if i prefer her being a cabin 20 kid who yes, learns magic, but generally just learns friendliness and all the other shit too, and then later down the line when starlight joins, she'd be wayy more powerful than twily, despite her being an athena kid (whos probably a hecate legacy imo), OR yeah just leave them as athena!twilight and hecate!starlight bc she is such a powerful sorceress naturally. there'd also be like interesting potential in making twi and star hecate siblings, because we get to see the duality of cabin 20

fuck you i'm still going bc i love these bitches octavia is definitely a child of apollo and vinyl is a child of one of the muses. *checks notes* calliope.

i think trixie could plausibly be a child of hermes, as her magic is mostly.. heh.. tricks

sunburst is a child of athena. trust me bro

obvsly mfs like carrot top, strawberry sunrise or bonbon would be demeter kids

i think it would be really funny to genuinely have maud as pinkie's cabin 12 sibling

do i shallowly think sunset shimmer would be a child of apollo? yes im sorry apollo just fucks a lot

zephyr breeze? definite satyr.

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sydsaint · 1 year ago

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My fav Judgement Day member. 💜

Summary: The reader encounters some problems with Imperium buts finds someone unexpected coming to her rescue.

It's a Monday night after Raw has already gone off the air and everyone has exited the arena for the night. Earlier in the night you suffered your 5th loss in a row this month. This one is at the hands of Sonya Deville. And it's safe to say that you're feeling pretty sorry for yourself right about now. And what better way to celebrate your self-loathing than grabbing a drink at the hotel bar?

The bar is unusually packed for a Monday night when you arrive. You recognize a few people from work as you make a b-line for the bar, but none of them bother to acknowledge you. Not that you really care. Right now, the only thing on your mind is getting a drink and feeling sorry for yourself.

"Evening," The bartender on duty smiles at you when you approach the bar.

You nod at him with a hint of a smile and sit down on a barstool. "Hey," You answer his greeting and nod to the cooler of bottleneck beers sitting behind him. "Just a beer, please."

"That it?" The bartender muses. "No fruity drink?" He jokes.

"Not tonight." You shake your head.

The bartender nods and pops the cap off of a beer before handing it to you. You take a sip and close your eyes for a moment. The cold liquid slides down your throat and cools you off. You can hear various conversations between patrons all around you, as well as some Indi music playing from somewhere to your right.

The bartender strikes up a friendly conversation with you when he's not serving drinks. He's nice enough that you don't feel annoyed when he asks you about yourself. He walks away after asking you about your job for a moment and when he comes back he's got some fruity drink with him.

"Here, this is for you." He slides the drink your way. "It's from those two guys over in that booth." He nods across the room.

You turn in your seat and gaze across the room where Giovonni Vinci and Marcel Barthel are sitting. Vinci flashes a dashing smile at you and you quickly turn away from him. "Great. Thanks." You reluctantly take the drink.

You hope and pray that the drink was just a friendly gesture and that Vinci won't come over to bother you. But much to your chagrin, he heads over a few minutes later.

"Y/N! What a pleasure seeing you here." Vinci walks over and leans against the bar next to you.

"Giovanni. Thanks for the drink." You offer him a small smile. "That was nice of you. But I was just about to call it a night." You inform him.

You reach for your purse and pray again that Vinci will get the hint and leave you alone. But he makes no indication that he's going to leave you alone. "Awe, going so soon, Y/N?" Vinci asks you. "You've only been here for like half an hour."

"Yeah well, I've got an early day tomorrow." You reply dryly.

Vinci still makes no effort to take your hints and leave you be and you start to wonder if you could get away with just leaving without a word. You've already made plenty of enemies on RAW at work. Sonya and Chelsea hate you. Zoey is still holding a grudge from when you were both in NXT. Not to mention Rhea Ripley has had it in for you ever since it was revealed that you and Dominik are cousins.

You take a breath and are about to try and dismiss yourself from Vinci again when suddenly you sense that someone is standing directly behind you. "She doesn't seem like she's interested, Vinci." A deep voice sounds from behind you.

"Pfft. It's none of your business, Priest!" Vinci defends his prey.

You turn your head and find Damian Priest looming behind you with a scowl on his face. 'shit' You curse to yourself. 'What the hell could he want?' You wonder.

"I said, leave her alone. Don't make me tell you again." Damian remains adamant that Vinci needs to leave.

Vinci locks eyes with Priest and the pair stare at one another in a statement. Vinci ends up breaking first through, and storms off mumbling something under his breath.

"You didn't have to do that." You turn back to the bar.

"I know." Damian replies and steps over to your side where you can see him now.

You reach for your drink and finish the rest of it. "If you're expecting me to thank you then you're going to be standing there for a while. I didn't need any help." You inform him dryly.

"No thanks needed." Damian replies. "Vinci gets on my nerves too. It was no problem." He insists.

"Right." You huff and reach for your purse again.

The last thing you need is one of Rhea's goons thinking that you owe them something. So it's better if you just leave now and not interact with Priest. Even if he did save your ass.

"Here, let me get it." Damian pulls his wallet out faster than you can find your card in your purse and hands it to the waiting bartender.

"I can pay for my own drinks." You insist, but Damian shakes his head.

You watch him sit down on the stool next to you and signal the bartender to ignore your request. "It's just a beer," Damian argues with you. "Trust me, it's no big deal."

"With you people, it always seems to be." You grumble.

"You people?" Damian turns to you with a raised brow.

You realize your poor choice of words and bite your lip. "You know what I meant. You're in Judgement Day. And I don't want any part of that whole mess."

"That's work," Damian replies smoothly. "We're not at work right now, are we?" He reminds you. "Right now we might as well be strangers. You're the girl getting unwanted attention from some sleaze who doesn't know how to take a hint. And I'm the guy trying to help her out." He jokes.

"Pretty sure this conversation qualifies you as the sleaze giving me unwanted attention." You quip back with just a hint of a laugh.

Damian chuckles and picks up his drink. "Fair enough." He acknowledges your burn. "I'll let you get out of here then. But I'm still paying for your drink." He adds.

"Yeah, thanks." You sigh and dismiss yourself.

The next week you are heading back to the locker rooms after your match against Zoey Stark when you run into Giovonni and Marcel again. The pair box you in and manage to corner you outside of catering.

"Well well well, Y/N, funny seeing you here." Vinci grins down at you.

"Giovanni." You swallow hard and accidentally back yourself into a wall. "How are you?" You ask him nervously.

Vinci and Barthel both share a look and laugh with one other before they both turn back to you. "I don't appreciate being dismissed, Y/N," Vinci warns you. "Especially when I was being so nice last night. I even bought you a drink." He reminds you.

"I never asked you to do that." You defend yourself. "I wasn't looking to have any company last night."

"Oh but that's just not true, now is it?" Marcel cuts in. "You seemed more than happy to let Damian Priest sit down with you and talk for a moment." He reminds you.

You bite the inside of your lip and curse yourself for managing to get yourself into this much trouble. Why can't you go one week without getting your ass beat?

"Hey!" A booming voice echoes through the hall causing Vinci and Barthel to look away from you.

You take a chance and duck to the side and past Marcel and Giovanni and toward whoever just shouted. Once you're passed them you see that Damian is heading down the hall with a serious scowl on his face. You make your way to him and duck to safety behind him.

"Unless both of you want your asses kicked, I suggest that you both leave," Damian warns Vinci with a growl.

Marcel grabs Giovonni's arm and encourages him to leave. Vinci nods in frustration and both of them head off. Damian waits for them to be out of sight before he turns to you.

"You okay?" Damian asks you in a calmer tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You nod. "I...thank you for that." You thank him. "But I don't need this."

Damian nods but doesn't walk off just yet. "I know. You don't want anything to do with Judgment Day. I get it." He informs you. "That's not what this is about."

"Then what is it?" You reply sheepishly. "Because I've got no clue why'd you have any interest in me that doesn't have to do with the fact that Dominik is my cousin." You admit.

Damian chuckles and shrugs. "Maybe I just think you're pretty." He suggests. "No ulterior motives needed then, right?" He jokes.

"Right." A small smile plays on your lips. "Thank you again, Damian." You thank him once more. "And sorry about acting like a frigid bitch last night."

"It's alright." Damian nods. "You were having a bad night. I get it."

You laugh to yourself and shake your head. "More like a bad year. But yeah." You correct him.

"Awe, you'll pick it back up soon." Damian chuckles. "You just need the right confidence boost is all."

"Right, well when you figure out where I can get one of those, let me know." You joke. "Anyway, I better get back to the locker room." You nod down the hall.

Damian nods and steps out of the way to let you pass him. "Y/N, wait up. Get a drink with me after the show?" He asks you.

"Damian." You bite your lip. "Rhea and Dominik...:

"They don't have to know." Damian replies. "No one does."

You mull it over for a moment, knowing that you're playing a dangerous game right now. "...Yeah, okay. One drink." You ultimately decide to give in and get that drink.

"Great." Damian smiles. "Meet me at the hotel bar at 11."

#wrestling #wwe fanfiction #wwe #damian priest #damien priest #the judgement day #wwe x reader

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devilruin · 1 year ago

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personal picks : yandere vil thoughts (a crooked crown really does look so pretty on him) , "you just don't know what's good for you" with vil (ouch, right in the feels...) , which twisted wonderland characters would babytrap their darling? (not pictured: me nodding me head and going "oh yeah, he'd do that") , what to expect in bed with the twisted wonderland boys? (adore all of these and completely agree!) , yandere gojo thought (i bet his darling rejoices while he's gone) , and some lilia brainrot (why is it that whenever he smiles, a chill runs up my spine?)

✧ @sugoscurry ― i love sugo's characterization so much! her lilia makes me absolutely feral and i think i've reread her alizarin series at least a few dozen times... she's got a great sense of humor too, and i have found myself wheezing at her author notes more than a few times (dios mio chicos always gets me)

personal picks : alizarin with lilia (the og lilia fuckers bedtime story) , alizarin crimson (sorry reader, i think you're doomed) , alizarin crimson hue (poor reader... i told you so) , petplay oneshot with crewel (bark bark woof woof) , explicit staff headcanons (best idea, take them all on) , general yandere staff headcanons (did you know that power and control go hand in hand?) , explicit disaomnia headcanons (maleficent sure knows how to pick them) , milf-maker with childe (he'd do anything to get his prize) , “you’ve been so good lately, my pet. don’t make me have to punish you.” with crewel (immediately wagging my non-existent tail at supersonic speed) , “you don’t even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. don’t act so ungrateful.” with crowley (well eXcuSE me then) , yandere incubus malleus (the only dream demon who i'd wake up for) , and who in nrc has a virginity kink? (corruption tastes so perfect late at night)

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floraesky-a · 1 year ago

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angst prompts | @tokushuei asked: 'save it. i don't want to hear it.' geiz to sougo

The words tossed his way instantly have an arm moving to reach out for the other but it stops, falls helplessly back at his side as lips that normally hold a happy smile instead take on a hurt frown. Geiz can be very wishy washy with him sometimes, seemingly warmer sometimes and back to cold other times. Sougo gets mixed signals from the other too much, yet he's also able to understand the others ways at times better than Geiz might realize. Geiz has every right to not want to hear him out on things for the very reason of being someone that knew of the kind of person that Sougo became in a future ( the kind of person Sougo actively works against becoming and a future he's changing ). Sougo does not grow angry or even upset with Geiz, instead he approaches the situation with understanding and unending kindness, so much so that he knows to back off and give him space and time to come around.

" Okay. " Any other words he had been about to utter before had died on his lips at the others own words, instead he is quietly uttering a small response, accepting the fact that Geiz doesn't want to hear him out right now and that's absolutely fine. He doesn't throw a tantrum, he doesn't argue to be heard, he doesn't snap off and he doesn't run his mouth ( he simply accepts it because he cares about the others feelings on things ). There's a smile, meant to be understanding and reassuring as he makes his way to exit the room, not before stopping and looking at Geiz one more time. " I'll get out of your hair for now then. " Does he want to leave without fully clearing this up? Not really no, but he cares enough about the other males feelings on the things at hand, the matters at hand and everything that could be bothering him that he feels it best to step back and let Geiz breathe.

" Geiz . . . I'm sorry. " And it's an apology for so many things, things that he hasn't even done to upset Geiz but a version of him has from a time he hasn't even lived has. It probably wasn't what Geiz wanted to hear but Sougo wanted to say it at least once before he left the other alone. He's not sure if his apology would mean a lot or if it'd probably mean nothing to Geiz for it wasn't this version of himself that needed to apologize but at the same time he still felt he needed to, someone needed to. It's complicated, it always is, he accepts that too. Life is not lived without some complications, life is actually rather full of them but the choices you make, the things you do can either make the complications ten times worse or ten times better. He hopes he's making the right choices, he's trying to ( not for himself but for Geiz and even Tsukuyomi too ). He turns to fully leave now though, feeling heavy but the heaviness is not found in that of his limbs, the heaviness seems to be found somewhere in his heart instead.

#tokushuei #// where the fuck am i going with this what is this even about why is it so complicated why is sougo thinking so hard #// ANY FUCKING WAYS #// i said anyways angst might as well full send it into something that i have no idea what it's about but shakes it #// sougo: apologizes regardless if it is wanted to be heard or not KSDJFHGJKFSLDKDJKFSLD #// i could've like taken this another way tbh but i was like yeah let's see what the brain cooks up #// instead i feel like i cooked up a fucking mess of Sougo's thoughts and far less words spoken KDSFJGDKFSLD #// sougo just: geiz #// i will never not be emo about how he is just like: okay #// because he cares he just KDSJHFGJKFSDFDJGFKSD DOESN'T WANNA UPSET HIM SDFJDGKFLSD #// iDK GEM #// my brain is small and tired i was trying #// i just wanna be normal about the sougo muse i have in my head KSDJHFGJKFLSDKFJKFDS #// anyways throws myself off the dash sorry if this makes absolutely no sense i said dial up brain #⸻ ❛ 𝐢𝐜 » tokiwa sougo.

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hollowfaith · 1 month ago

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pick three of your favs from the communication preferences meme <3

roleplaying habits

what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

so APPARENTLY according to this post you’re supposed to indicate interrupted dialogue with dashes OUTSIDE the quotation marks like what. what is this monstrosity of a grammar rule:

i’ve always been like:

“Eiden Itadori, you useless idiot—” Aurelius paused to sip his wine before nudging the other’s forehead with the tip of his shoe, “—stop blocking the sidewalk.”

sorry eiden so yeah the correct version looks so unnatural to me but now that i know this rule there’s the agony of following through because i know i’ll be more bothered otherwise aughhhh anyways

i do love breaking rules maybe i’ll resist convention. be a grammar menace like what also because be elegant or die

11. when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?

even with “plotted threads” i just write by the seat of my pants and let random tangents happen on the way to the end goal, kinda like meandering drunk down a sidewalk u get me lolol

but sometimes i get an idea for an interesting reply or reaction for my muse & how it’d affect the vibes of the thread 2-3 replies down; then i either write the Thing and see how my partner replies (because the outcome might change as we RP in real time), or pause before the reply to tell them “hey Y i think i’ll make A do this next do u think it’ll make your muse XYZ in response”

i don’t plan too far ahead or too specifically because then it’s less RP and more acting out a script u get me

20. if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?

sooooo i always save what i have because the cardinal rule of writing (that i follow) is that you can always use what you've written later, or for something else. (i have recycled bits of discarded replies into replies for other threads and that worked fine!)

and then leaving the reply along in drafts to go and do other other replies (or visit other muses) helps because i think it lets my subconscious stew on it until i know what i want to say. half the time it's not the words that's gotten me blocked as it is the mood/tone i want to convey in the reply. once i find the right language for it things flow much more smoothly.

also sometimes what i draft is just crap but i need to SEE the crap later with fresh eyes before i burn it all to start over (it's carthartic)

#sunsage #𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔶 ࿐ answered

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