#trash writes

[digenerate-trash]

Yandere Sirris who encourages Sydney to befriend you, so you'll come over to their house and he can POUNCE without fear of anyone at school catching you and ruining his "good man" facade.

Fuuuuuuck. Damn okay, anon. You're a sick fuck. I'm into it. (I might have to do the teachers next because of this ask)

GN Sydney | GN PC | AMAB Sirris

Sirris has always been very particular about his tastes. Usually, he has boundaries and careful consideration when he is looking for someone to get romanticly involved with. He's always so careful with his feelings... he has a kid after all and he can't risk Sydney's stable home for anything less than perfection...

But that's when he met you. You're a bit off. You stand out in class. Not a troublemaker. But not a good student either. But there's something in the way you look at him that makes his heart jump. He spends all lunch period thinking about it. He wonders what he did to be cursed with these feelings...

He's upset and sick at the thought and when he goes to check on Sydney he spots you again. Leaning over the counter and talking to his son. Your hips swaying a bit as you chat with him. Sirris can't seem to tear his eyes away from you. When Sydney sees Sirris he waves and invites him over.

You quickly gather your book and head out and still Sirris can't focus.

"Dad!" Sydney says. Snapping his fingers and gaining his attention finally. "What are you doing here?" Sydney asks. He must have asked a few times but Sirris wasn't listening.

"Sorry kiddo- I just... I'm worried about them." He gestures Vaugely in the direction you left and Sydney nods.

"They've been having some trouble lately," Sydney explains. "Something with their caretaker. They refused to explain. They keep their personal life a secret... I'm getting worried about them-"

...an unstable home life is troubling... especially for someone as desirable as you, but you could keep a secret apparently, and you could probably use a safe place to go... Sirris is more than happy to provide for someone in need.

"Invite them for dinner Friday." Sirris encourages. "Maybe we can get to know your friend a little better."

Sydney smiles before the bell rings and he grabs the rest of the books that need to be reshelved. "I think they'd like that- who doesn't like us?" Sydney smiles a bit before Sirris heads back to his classroom. And as much as he wants to pretend that Friday is going to be nothing but innocent fun. He's already planning on a way to get rid of Sydney for the evening.

Friday rolls around and all throughout class you keep looking at the teacher. You seem nervous and Sirris tries to ignore it. He continues the lesson as if nothing is wrong and by the end of it you've packed up your bag but you wait for the class to leave. It's just you and him in the classroom now but Sirris keeps things professional. The door is open and he keeps the desk between the two of you as you confront him.

"Sydney invited me to dinner." You say. Your voice has a slight shake to it. But Siris doesn't seem to mind. Innocence is a virtue according to the church books his son brings home.

"And? Will you be joining us for dinner?" Sirris asks. He stays calm like his entire day won't be soured if you say no.

"...it won't be awkward?" You ask. "Since you're my teacher... I thought it might be awkward- you might not... want me there..."

Sirris chuckles a bit and he reaches over to pat your head but stops himself. Keeping the distance he's so carefully maintained. "It won't be awkward I promise." He reassures you before he pulls out some of the tests he intends on marking.

You nod and smile before you grab your things and leave. Sirris closes the door after you leave the classroom and takes a deep breath of air as he presses his forehead against it. He can't believe it... you're actually going to be in his home tonight... you're going to show up you're going to laugh politely at his jokes and be in his home. It's almost too much-

The rest of the day feels like a weird dream. He doesn't even seem to care when he spends the next hour not marking papers but instead thinking about all the things he could do to you in his own home. His work is left undone for the day and even his visit to Sydney in the library is a blur.

After school, Sydney brings you along with him, and Sirris drives. Usually, he'd let Sydney walk but today was a special occasion. You two chat and smile in the back seat. While Siris grips the wheel his knuckles are white while he hears you laughing in the back seat.

You're so close to him...

Sirris lets you two talk in the living room while he makes dinner and as he expected you are polite and helpful. You complement the house and keep your hands to yourself. Sydney even mentions that you're welcome here any time and Siris echos that as you sit down a the table to eat. And once dinner is almost done sirris gets up a moment and clears the table...

He sets the dishes on the counter and stares. Five minutes. That's what he’ll wait. He counts the seconds. He stays stark still in the kitchen as the seconds pass. Five minutes is believable he thinks as the moments tick by. He can still hear you chatting in the dining room. You are so close… so agonizingly close. Once the five minutes are up he takes a deep purposeful breath and calms his nerves before poking his head back out into the dining room.

"Sydney- Jordan just called," Sirris says alarming both of you. You jolt over to look at Siris and your eyes are a little wide. "Did you not tell him you were not going to make it tonight?"

Sydney shakes his head before Siris sighs. "Well. Get your coat then. You can't make a commitment then not show up"

"We have a guest over can't you tell him that?" Sydney asks before Sirris is practically pushes Sydney out the door. "What kind of father would I be if I let you get away with that? Now hurry up. I'll get your friend home after the dishes are done."

Sydney looks a little upset as he rushed out the door. But he says his goodbyes and leaves.

He leaves you both there. Standing in the house. The Erie quiet starts to hit you.

Siris locks the door in front of you the deadbolt clacking into place. Sirris tilts his head at you a moment before his eyes are fixed fully on you. There's something much more frightening about your science teacher as he takes slow purposeful steps toward you.

[lab-trash]

I wanna see a Stranger Things fic where the party is trying to figure out why Steve and Eddie are suddenly so close and one day while they're all speculating, Will just walks up to steddie and asks some queer coded question like— okay, here

As the party mumbled, Will stared at the two boys. They seemed... close. Closer than him and Mike ever were, but around where Will wanted to be with Mike.

Wait...

Will walked toward them, even as the party whisper yelled after him, asking what he was doing and telling him to stop.

"Oh, hey little Byers," Eddie greeted.

"Are you two friends with Dorothy?" Will asked, albeit a bit abruptly. He saw Eddie's face morph into a smile.

"Yes, indeed we are," Eddie said joyfully. "Are you friends with Dorothy?"

"Uh... well, I–" Will's panic was saved by Steve.

"I'm sorry, I don't know a Dorothy?"

"He's asking if we're gay," Eddie explained.

"Ohh," Steve drew out. "Yeah."

"Cool."

And with that Will turned around and walked back to the party.

"You guys can stop speculating, I know why they're so close all of the sudden," Will said, getting all of their attention.

"What? You were over there for like 30 seconds," Dustin criticized.

"Well what is it?" Max asked.

"Oh, I can't tell you," Will said, "It's between friends."

[brucedefender4eva]

When Dick was a teenager and at odds with Bruce, he tried to get a piercing as a form of rebellion. He heard from his friends that their parents totally flipped, so he got himself an earring.

Blue, gaudy, and bedazzled.

When he showed up to the manor with it, he made sure to strut in front of Jason and pretend he didn’t care that his little brother was practically fawning over how cool he looked.

The moment Bruce came into the room, Dick was expecting a huge confrontation and a yelling match, like his friends had all said would happen.

Instead, Bruce lit up and smiled at Dick before leaving the room in a hurry.

Jason and Dick exchanged confused glances before Bruce came back holding a picture and beaming proudly.

The picture is of teen Bruce with a whole bunch of piercings, looking like an ethereal vampire. Snake bites that made it look like he had fangs, industrial, lobe, septum, bridge, etc. Just a lot.

The boys are slack-jawed at their Dad looking like that while Bruce is fondly telling him about all the piercings he had and how he wished he had more, but Alfred wouldn’t let him

“I also had a belly piercing. Ollie convinced me to get that one back at boarding school.” Bruce said wistfully, reminiscing about his intense goth era when he didn’t have to worry too much about public perception.

Dick is mortified because for more than half a second he actually thought his Dad was super cool again. Jason is ooh-ing and awe-ing at the picture.

When Dick does back his apartment, he considers taking the piercing out and letting the hole close up, but he feels slightly bad since Bruce was trying to connect with him.

[xoxojisu]

"WE'RE NOT DATING!"

synopsis: the 1a girls have a lot to say about you and katsuki's not-relationship.

a/n: hahahaha more pre-relationship just friends trope (do not tell me i do this trope too much it brings me joy) also a lot of people asked for a pt two to my unofficalbf!katsuki hcs and this isnt quiiiite that bc there's not a whole lotta interaction w katsuki but uhm its smth. i have more wips abt this tho so theres a LOTTT more where that came from!

"even if we don't talk about anything important, i want to force it to be about romance!" mina exclaimed as ochako floated off in embarrassment at being questioned about deku.

"oh! speaking of! how long have you and bakugo been dating, y/n?"

you froze. "huh?"

"i don't know how you handle him! you're so sweet and cute and he's all 'die! go to hell! i am the king explosion murder lord!' y'know?" she added.

"he's not really like that with her, though. he's always a lot quieter she's around. you can see the way his eyes soften." tsu commented thoughtfully.

they all stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer the question, and you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. "uh.. katsuki and i.. aren't dating?"

a beat passed. then another.

"WHAT?!"

"no way! i thought you two were dating for sure! he's always holding your hand and grabbing at you and acting all soft with you! wait, i literally saw him carry you to his room! how are you not dating?" hagakure burst out.

"yeah! and during our movie night last week, you were laying your head on his shoulder and he had his arms around you!" mina chimed in. "we all just assumed you two were dating like a given! what do you mean, 'you're not dating?!'"

"i mean, we're not dating! we're close friends, sure, but katsuki's never, like, asked me to be his girlfriend or anything! we're just tight childhood friends, that's all! he probably thinks of me as a little sister with the way he looks out for me, or something." you explained, waving your hands in the air frantically.

"y/n, i love you, but you're being as stupid as kaminari! no boy, but especially not bakugo, would ever act like that with a girl he wasn't interested in." jirou sighed. "there really isn't such thing as 'platonic cuddling' or 'platonic handholding' between boys and girls."

"well, it's normal for kids, you know? and katsuki and i grew up together, so it just kinda stuck!" you said, making a noble attempt at justifying you and katsuki's we-are-definitely-not-just-friends behavior. they all looked at you unamused.

the girls continued to bombard you with questions, each one getting bolder than the last.

"seriously, though, y/n," mina said, her grin wide, "how do you keep it together around him? you two are always so… cozy."

"cozy?" you blinked, trying to avoid their intense stares. "what do you mean 'cozy'?"

"oh, come on," she teased, nudging you. "you hold hands, sit waaaay too close, and don’t even get me started on the whole ‘sleeping on and cuddling with him’ thing. also, i swear i saw him give you a kiss on the forehead!"

"i mean, that’s just how we are!" you said, exasperated. "we’ve been friends forever! it’s not a big deal!"

jirou raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "i don’t know, y/n. most guys don’t carry their girl friends to their rooms when they’re tired."

you froze. the memories flashed in your mind, and you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips. "i told you, he was just being—"

"overprotective?" yaomomo interrupted, practically reading your mind. "yeah, that’s what we thought, too. but i don’t know, seems a little… extra for a friend."

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “this is ridiculous. we’re not dating! he’s not like that with me.”

they all stared at you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open.

katsuki stood in the doorway, his signature scowl immediately visible, with kirishima and kaminari not far behind. "..what the hell are you all looking like that at me for? you got a problem?"

the girls didn’t miss a beat. mina jumped up, eyes practically sparkling. "we were just discussing how you and a certain girl over here are totally a secret item!"

you froze. oh no.

katsuki's eyes widened then narrowed as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of grumpiness and fluster. "the hell?" was all he said.

“you’re always carrying her, holding hands, and let’s not forget you cuddling with her sleeping on you during that movie last week. with how comfortable you guys were with it, i'll bet it was far from the first time you guys have done stuff like that, too! you two are practically made for each other!”

katsuki glared at her, his fists clenching. "i don’t give a shit what you idiots think." his voice was sharp, dismissive, and he turned his gaze toward you for a moment, his usual annoyance evident.

you let out a nervous laugh, relieved that he wasn’t actually acknowledging any of the weird feelings the group was pushing on you two.

the girls looked between you and katsuki, still skeptical, but he wasn’t having it. he gave a quick, sharp glare to the group before glancing back at you. you failed to see the way his sharp glare softened ever-so-slightly when he did so.

“you’re all so damn nosy,” he muttered, turning to leave. "get a life."

he marched off grumpily, kirishima and kaminari now excitedly talking to him about assumedly the same topic. he slammed the door in their faces, but they were quick to scramble after him.

you let out a sigh of relief once they left, but before you could even speak, mina burst into laughter. "there it is! classic bakugo. totally in denial!"

"totally!" ochako giggled.

"mhm!" hagakure agreed.

"ugh," you groaned, face in your hands. "please just drop it already!"

the girls kept their grins, but the teasing finally slowed down. "alright, alright," mina said with a wink. "we’ll let you off the hook for now."

you exhaled in relief as the group slowly started to branch off into different topics, the heat finally off of you. you excused yourself for some water so you could get some air, and began heading back to the dorm rooms.

to your surprise, katsuki was already waiting for you outside the common area. when he saw you, he gave you a gruff nod of acknowledgement.

"kats! i thought you were going to bed!" you chirped, unaware of how your demeanor instantly brightened when it was just the two of you.

"i am," was all he offered before grabbing your hand and dragging you to presumably his dorm room to cuddle and hangout.

as you rambled and chatted with katsuki, hand-in-hand, on your way to hang out in his dorm alone, the words of your friends came back to you, causing a pink hue to rise to your cheeks.

..yeah. you two were definitely not "just friends."

[cxvii666]

“nah, i can’t, bro. my girl said no.”

hanta’s voice is casual, breezy, like he’s turning down a movie he’s already seen. except the movie is an invite to hit this new ramen spot downtown, something the group’s been trying to plan for weeks.

denki, leaning against the kitchen counter with a stolen capri-sun in hand, blinks at him in utter disbelief. “you literally just said she’s asleep.”

“exactly,” hanta says, like he’s pointing out the obvious. “she’s asleep, and i don’t wanna wake her.”

denki’s eyes narrow. “you’re at your house.”

hanta doesn’t flinch. “the vibes are asleep, denki. don’t mess with the energy.”

in the corner of the room, bakugou lets out a sound so sharp and pained it’s honestly impressive it’s not lethal. “you are so full of shit.”

hanta just grins, throwing his phone lazily onto the couch and stretching like he’s got all the time in the world. he’s draped across the sectional like he lives there—which he kind of does, when you’re around. the hoodie he’s wearing still smells like your shampoo. his legs are tangled in a fuzzy blanket you left behind two days ago, the one you claimed clashed with his “whole aesthetic” but brought over anyway. your socks—those ridiculous yellow ones with the tiny strawberries—are balled up under the coffee table.

everything in here is steeped in you. your perfume still hangs faintly in the air. your laugh echoes if he thinks about it too hard.

it’s not that he can’t go out.

it’s just—okay. no. it’s exactly that. he can’t go out. not when he could be here, waiting for you.

“look, i’m sorry,” he says with all the sincerity of a man who is not sorry in the slightest, “missus said no. y’know how it is.”

denki frowns at him, straw still in his mouth. “you don’t even call her that to her face.”

“i call her worse,” hanta replies proudly, just before a throw pillow comes flying from bakugou’s corner of the room and smacks him in the head with practiced precision.

“you’re so annoying when you’re in love,” bakugou mutters, already reaching for another pillow like it’s open season on sentimentality.

“thank you!” hanta chirps, catching the first pillow and hugging it to his chest like a trophy. “finally, someone’s noticing the effort I put into being an incredible boyfriend.”

“you’re lying to avoid social plans,” denki points out flatly. “you bailed on us last week too.”

“that time she really did say no.”

“no she didn’t.”

“she could have!” hanta says, like that somehow justifies it. “i just… preemptively respected her boundaries.”

bakugou makes a noise like he’s seriously debating whether homicide is worth the paperwork.

hanta settles deeper into the couch, gaze flicking briefly to his phone screen—already lighting up with a little preview of your goodnight text, the one you typed before your post-shift nap knocked you out. he doesn’t open it. just smiles at it. lets it sit there like a quiet little warm thing in his chest.

you’re coming over later. you mentioned it in passing this morning, half-asleep and brushing your teeth. said something about bringing that stupidly specific kind of candy he likes from the store near your work. he knows you’ll show up smelling like body lotion and a long day, probably steal another one of his hoodies and complain about the lack of snacks in his pantry like you don’t eat them all.

and if you’re even a minute late, he’ll act like he’s not checking the window every five seconds like a dog waiting for the mailman.

but right now, you’re asleep. and you’re still the best excuse he’s ever had.

“y’know,” he says, propping one foot up on the coffee table, “i just think it’s important to prioritize your partner. i’m choosing love. you guys are choosing noodles. i’m making mature decisions.”

“you’re eating half a pack of gummy worms and wearing her fuzzy socks.”

“maturely.”

denki sighs and checks the time. “whatever. i’m leaving in ten.”

“send me pics,” hanta calls after him, already fishing for the remote. “unless they’re ugly. then keep them to yourself.”

bakugou, on his way out, doesn’t say goodbye—just mutters something that sounds like simp and slams the door harder than necessary.

hanta doesn’t care.

he’s got a show paused right where you left off. your blanket. your scent. your goodnight text warming the screen like a promise.

the vibes are asleep, yeah.

and he’d rather stay in them, anyway.

[mournfulroses]

Kim Addonizio, from Mortal Trash: Poems; "Scrapbook," originally published in 2016

[morganbritton132]

Just remember this idea I had for a fic where Steve’s dad worked in marketing and made jiggles for commercials so they had a full music studio in their house.

The local music store had a section where local artists can sell cassettes. It’s mostly poorly recorded country music from The Hideout’s open mic night, but Corroded Coffin is there too. Eddie practically stalks the shelf to see if anyone buys their music. No one ever does (except for Gareth’s mom).

Then one day, Eddie goes into the shop after work to see if any of CC’s stock is gone, and sees a new tape there. No artist name. No song titles. Just a slip of paper stuck into the case with a hand drawn rose on it.

Eddie buys it and even though it’s not his typical type of music, falls absolutely in love with the voice on the tape. He loves the music. The production quality. The way sadness seeps into every corner of side A and B.

He goes back to the record shop and asks who left the tape, but the employee has no idea. They think someone just stuck it there without permission and have no idea who they’re supposed to pay for the sale.

Two more tapes show up over the next month with a different drawn flower on it, each sadder than the last. The artist is clearly going through something. Eddie still has no idea who they are and is now stalking the shelf not just to see if his own music is selling (it’s not).

He’s in full investigation mode and it’s annoying all of his friends. He needs to know who this person is because he’s a little in love with them and also a little worried about them. It’s really sad music.

Meanwhile, Steve is just trying to process the end of his relationship with Nancy in the only way he can think of.

[preblacksmith20]

Gym Ambush

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Genre: fluff, just relationships

Summary: Daniel gets sent a video in the group chat. One of those gym challenge videos, only to realize that his girlfriend is the star.

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Daniel had just gotten back from his weekend in Miami – tired and missing you. He stepped into the house and kicked his shoes off. He called out to you but didn’t hear any response. Checking the time, he guessed you were most likely out at your pottery class – your newest obsession.

His stomach growled and he walked to the kitchen. His phone dinged. Needing a moment, he tossed the phone on the counter and opened the fridge. There was a container with his name and a heart on it. Inside, he found his favorite Thai to-go order. Smiling, he put it on the counter.

He looked through the back of the fridge to see what else is there. By the rest of the drinks, there is a bottle with his name on it. It’s just water, but the thought makes him smile and shake his head. He popped the take out into the microwave and waited.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Sighing, he looks back at his phone.

Lando, Carlos, and Daniel. Lando had started it after Carlos left McLaren. He frowned. That group chat was never consistent. Sometimes they would message one another constantly over an hour and then go silent for weeks. Daniel hoped it wasn’t about the previous race week. He had finished P10 and dug himself to finish seventh.

landodo: guys

landodo: u see?

landodo: youtube link

carlos: no way

carlos: *message deleted*

lando: NO don’t spoil

lando: dannnyyyyy

lando: watch it!!!!

Daniel’s lips quirked. He grabbed his dinner from the microwave.

daniel: one sec

After opening the bottle, Daniel looked around to find something to prop his phone up on. He settled on your water bottle. He took a seat at the counter and clicked play.

The classic TikTok white gym bro popped up on the screen. He was in a nice gym that looked mildly familiar to Daniel, but he couldn’t quite place it. He was talking directly to the camera. Apparently, his name was Will.

“Welcome back everyone to another ‘Workout Match’ where I find a random person in the gym and do their work out for the day. Feeling pretty good today and want to do some cardio.” He smiled smugly at the camera, and he scoped out the group by the treadmill. His eyes lit up. “Let’s go for the girl in red.”

The camera moved discreetly to the side and captured Will getting on the treadmill next to a woman in a red workout set. Instantly, Daniel frowned, picked up the phone, and zoomed in closer. He would know that workout set, those legs, and ass anywhere in the world. It was you. You were in the zone – a zone Daniel found very attractive on you. Focused.

You were in the red set he had gifted you for your birthday – the one you had shown him for a week. Headphones in and oblivious to the world. You were stretching your arms overhead and flexing your calves. When you bent down, Daniel almost reported the video to get it taken down. The guy looked back at the camera and gave it a ‘this will be easy’ face.

That didn’t last long.

You started to pick up the pace and locked in for the next hour allotted by the treadmill. The video was obviously sped up with a time stamp at the bottom, but even Daniel watched in amazement. Will, no longer smirking, looked back at the camera and his smile was gone. You kept your gaze ahead out the window and then back to what Daniel was assuming was your phone. Your eyes bothered you if you just stared at your phone so you took window breaks.

You stopped the treadmill and hoped off – disappearing off camera. Will looked back at the camera and tried to appear nonchalant. “She’s just watching some race analysis. I wonder if that was her long cardio day.”

Then you returned and hopped back on the treadmill – resuming the pace and run. Will paled. His mate who had walked up behind the camera scoffed and laughed. “Good luck, man.”

Another hour.

Will had to walk the end of it.

At the hour mark, you once again hopped off only to return a few minutes later with a gel and Gatorade. Without missing a beat, you resumed the run. You looked fantastic, Daniel thought wistfully and a touch smugly. He had always found you physically attractive, but watching you exercise always did something to him.

At two hours and thirty minutes, you started to walk. You stretched your arms over your head and paused the treadmill. Once it had come to a complete stop, you stretched your calves over the side of it and loosened up your hamstrings. Daniel noticed you didn’t bend over like you normally did when cooling down on the treadmill.

As you stepped off, the guy intercepted you. He asked if he could interview you and pointed to the camera. Daniel noticed you didn’t seem that surprised.

“Sure.” You nodded. “What’s it for?”

“I was trying to do your workout for the day.” Will explained. “Just wanted to ask you some questions on your workout.”

“Of course, no sweat.” You nodded and took a sip of your drink.

“You’re definitely sweating.” He laughed, teasing. You only gave a polite smile.

“Well,” Your eyes flickered to the camera and laughed. “I am a high-performance athlete. Ki Ki Rah.”

Will’s eyes flickered to the camera giving it a ‘oh so she’s crazy’ look. Instantly, Daniel was crying with laughter. He doubled over and tried to find his oxygen. Laughter wracked his whole body. He could barely breath.

“Are you a runner?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Yeah, I’ve been training for my first Ironman. It’s a good thing you didn’t pick my swim day.” You joked.

“Anyways,” Will tried to keep the conversation going. “What were you watching?”

“F1 – Miami grande prix.” You smiled and the thought warmed Daniel’s heart. You never missed a race of his if you could help it and always watched the recaps if you did. You had to stay at home to work out a RFQ. When he had talked to you after the race, you had already seen it. This video must have been from a few days ago.

“Oh, who is your favorite driver?” Will didn’t sound like he was testing her – just asking politely.

“Daniel Ricciardo.” You replied and winked at the camera. Daniel scoffed.

“Oh really?” The guy’s friend replied off screen. “Is that just because he’s hot? Do you even know how many race starts he has had?”

Daniel clenched his jaw. He knew some of his female fans had to deal with that but watching his own girlfriend go through that was infuriating. But you didn’t seem to miss a beat. For a guy that wanted to feel superior, he sure didn't know to whom he was talking.

“So, you think he’s hot?” You smiled sweetly. “Unfortunately, you don’t seem like his type.”

He opened his mouth. Daniel choked on his water.

“Jack, not now.” The interviewer gave his friend the shut it face.

“However, to answer his question, 236. 237 including this past weekend.” You did a finger gun at the camera. “And yes, he is hot.”

Daniel smiled fondly at you. You were glowing in your post-workout. Your eyes crinkled up as you talked about your training, and you shook your head when Will asked if you would do his workout in exchange. “No, I have a phone date with my boyfriend in an hour, but thanks for asking. Have a good workout.”

lando: did u watch??

lando: comments are flamming the other dude

daniel: god i love her

daniel:....lando did you comment 'and here i am thinking i was your fav. rude.'

lando: lol yeah

lando: Max commented 'ay ay ay'

carlos: is she really training?

daniel: yes?

daniel: but Sundays are usually cooldown?

As if on cue, he heard the door open a crack. He knew you must have seen his shoes because you came tearing about the corner. Daniel stepped out of his chair just in time to brace against you leaping at him. He caught your sweaty form, and you locked your legs around his waist. You were clad in a blue workout set.

You had done this when you started dating, but even after all this time you still greeted him like you did at the beginning – excitement and love. As if you couldn’t bear the thought of being without him. You kissed all over his face and he giggled. Taking a moment to look at him you sighed.

“I missed you.” You brushed your nose against his. He closed his eyes at the sensation, a smile on his lips.

“I missed you too.” He said, squeezing you tightly before depositing you on the floor. He noticed you wince slightly. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore. I may have overworked my legs yesterday to prove a point.” You laughed, undeterred.

“I knew it!” He shouted and squeezed your face, laughing with delight. “I knew you knew what he was doing.”

“Know about what?” You frowned, genuinely confused. Daniel showed you his phone. You pouted. “Nooo! I wanted to tell you about it!”

“You can still tell me all about it. Besides, Lando wants more details.”

“Lando?”

“Yeah, he’s the one that sent it to me and Carlos.” Daniel swiped to go back.

“Oh no don’t tell me the ‘Lando’s Exes’ chat is back.”

[jade-of-mourning]

it's finally done, and it's probably the gooiest garbage i'll ever make.

credit to my new buddy @i-love-tdp-if-you-can-tell for doing almost all the characters' flat colors!! i am so so so infinitely thankful to them bc otherwise none of the other efforts of making this would have happened. between the lineart, backgrounds, shading, and touch-ups, these five pages have taken years off numerous braincells' lifespans, and without their help, may have annihilated my entire brain capacity.

if you like, please reblog! we put in a Lot of time and effort into this!

you would think that between last time (one other event) i tried comic-ing and now, i would've learned to not handwrite the text, but alas...

thank you for answering my plead for help, sky! and for managing to work around my design inconsistencies and sketchy lineart <3 ik you said you didn't need anything, but if you ever decide you want an art, hit me up any time :)

and to the tdp fandom, whoops… sorry for all the requests rotting in my inbox. it was a fun september and a fun six years of lurking, but alas i think i will be bailing for the moment. maybe you'll see me around.

[flamedork]

sheets~

[5ummit]

"Pain... must be something you enjoy"

[lab-trash]

“Oh, Rocky Horror, nice,” Robin said, taking the VHS case from the customer. 

“Is that right?” The man responded, getting Robin’s attention. Eddie Munson. He was in band a few years before he was kicked, but that was ages ago. 

Robin shrunk into her vest as much as she could, immediately regretting her words and filling with a million anxieties. 

She was saved from having to respond when Steve exited the break room. 

“Oh, Eddie!” He exclaimed, rushing to the register where they were checking out. “You’re the dm for Hellfire, right?” 

“Aw, I’m honoured that my quaint club is recognised by his highness.” Steve grimaced.

“Whatever, just… Do me a favour?” He asked meekly. Eddie raised a brow. “Your story thingies-”

“Campaigns.”

“Right. Don’t use the demogorgon. Or the Mind Flayer. Please,” He said. His voice was calm and slow, clearly serious. Eddie crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg. 

“Why not?” He asked. 

Steve and Robin looked at each other.

“Uhhhh,” They hesitated together. 

“Will!” Robin exclaimed. Steve snapped his fingers before pointing at Eddie.

“Yes, Will!”

“Will the Wise?” Eddie asked.

Eddie had heard much about Will the Wise. Mostly from Mike. Apparently they were a team. Eddie would bet money that they’d at least thought about kissing each other before. 

“Exactly, yes,” Robin said, nodding rapidly. 

“Yes, Will. Their best friend! He moved to California,” Steve said, also nodding, but a bit more hesitantly. 

“And they did demogorgon and mind flayer campaigns together,” Robin said.

“Very intense… intense campaigns,” Steve said awkwardly. 

“The last two campaigns before he moved!”

“And the only ones to include his sister.” 

“Mike’s girlfriend,” Robin added. 

“Very sentimental and personal!” Steve exclaimed, a nervous laugh carrying his anxiety. “Just don’t want to remind them of who they’re missing, y’know?”

“And we know they told us they didn’t want to go up against those monsters again, but we forgot for a minute, which is why it took us so long to answer you,” Robin rushed. Steve nodded in agreement, even as Eddie’s eyes shifted sceptically from Steve to Robin. 

“Whatever,” Eddie said. “They already aren’t in my notes, so if it means that much to them,” He said. “Can I have my movie now?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” Steve said, taking the movie out of Robin’s hands and handing it to Eddie. He noticed the cover. “Oh, Rocky Horror. I’ve heard it’s good.” 

“It is,” Eddie said, a smirk on his face. He took the VHS into his hands as he scanned Steve. “I gotta say, Harrington. This uniform isn’t nearly as fun as the last one, but it’ll do.” 

And with that he walked off. 

“He never paid for that movie,” Robin said to Steve. Steve remained silent for a moment.

“I’ll just buy a new one for the store.”

[lunarkitten97]

GN!Reader that loves spicy food but can't handle too much x Ghoap

So you sit on the couch, smashed between Simon and Johnny, a family sized bag of spicy chips in your lap.

You're fine at first, savoring the delicious burn. But then it begins to get too much. You're panting with your tongue out, your cheeks turning red. You continue eating them anyway. You haven't noticed the men on either side of you have completely abandoned watching the movie and are watching you instead.

"Christ, love. You can put the chips away if it's too much." Simon reached to grab the bag only for you to yank it out of his reach.

"Don't you dare, Simon." You sniffled, swallowing thickly.

"Yeah, don't you dare, Simon." Johnny chimed in. He fed you another chip and smirked, watching your reaction.

"They're so good, I can't stop." You smiled at Johnny.

His mind was quickly falling further into the gutter. You just look so damn good like that. Cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, tongue lolling out of your mouth, the pained but happy look in your eyes.

"You have all ya want, love. I like watching." Johnny grinned devilishy and it clicked why he was staring at you so intently.

"Johnny! You dirty bastard!" You smacked his chest playfully. Simon grabbed your chin, turning you to face him.

"He's not wrong, dove. You look like a damn porn star all pink and panting like that. And damn is it a lovely sight"

Needless to say the movie was abandoned as were your chips.

(You demanded they be closed properly so they wouldn't get stale before anything happened)

[cxvii666]

thinking about a jealous kirshima

mdni 😴

seeing the red riot jealous is like a spotting a rare species of bird.

in his head, his rational brain, where his focus is on honour, manliness, being the best and most loving boyfriend you could ever have, he doesn't need to be jealous.

he thinks its stupid, why should he be insecure in your relationship, HE is YOUR boyfriend, so why should he care if you're making polite conversation with, another guy, or one of his friends.

why would he not let you go out with your friends? he's never cared about what you wear, as long as you feel good when you're wearing it, why would it bother him.

because he's yours, and no other guy could ever take that from him-

"-isn't that—ngh right, sweet thing?"

red riot, the sturdy hero, doesn't get jealous.

but your boyfriend, eijirou kirishima, he has his moments.

"all—fuck—all mine, right."

he flashes you his signature smile, all pearly whites on display, as he fucks into you like you'll runaway if he doesn't keep you here, on his cock, perfectly satisfied.

that's what his head is telling him, that he has one job as your boyfriend, to give you everything you'd ever need, ever want, lest some other guy swoop in and steal you from him.

"that's it pretty, you like how i'm doing you?"

his stroke game is lethal, hips mean, but his words have never been softer.

"c'monnn princess, i know you— fu-uck, i know you wanna soak my cock, it's okay baby, you can let go f'me."

and he cradles your head gently like the precious princess you are as he presses your body against the mattress and stuffs you full.

"that's it take it, take it—"

why would he need to be jealous? not when he's-

"—all yours."

[senipsenipsenip]

Dipper sighed as he felt another pen crack between his molars. Great, Mabel was definitely going to make fun of him for the ink stains on his mouth when she got home. He could hear it now, Wow Dipper, I knew you were a nerd, but I didn't know if I left you alone you'd start kissing your homework.

Dipper sighed and threw the pen into the trash with the other three he'd already snapped. It wasn't fair - he spent the whole summer fighting monsters and saving the world, why did he have to learn the stupid Great Depression's effect on American Literature or whatever. He glanced at the calendar. Only a little over a month until winter break. Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford had promised to try and make it back to Gravity Falls so they could host the twins for the holidays. Sure, they had only been on the open ocean for a couple of months, but the two of them decided it would probably be best to start with a shorter trip then build up from there. After all, despite their age, they were still rookies. Besides, there was nothing on the sea that would help jog Stan's memory other than Great Uncle Ford's questioning. Being on home soil would hopefully bring back some more of Stan's forgotten past.

Dipper's phone pinged. He frowned. That shouldn't happen. He had his phone on Do Not Disturb so he could finish studying. The only alerts that would still pass through were texts from Mabel, Grunkle Stan, or Great Uncle Ford. Mabel never texted when she was out with her friends, and it's not like there was a lot of cell reception out at sea. Curiosity peaked, Dipper unlocked his phone.

It was Stan. More specifically, Stan's boots on the deck of the boat. It was a video, and before Dipper could press play, three little dots appeared indicating Stan was typing. Dipper sat back and waited. It usually took Grunkle Stan awhile to type out his messages. He always blamed the too small phone screen, saying it wasn't designed for fat fingers and cataracts.

What does this mean?

Dipper frowned at the message. Was he asking Dipper to decode a message? Why wouldn't he just ask Great Uncle Ford? Unless...oh gosh was Great Uncle Ford in danger? Did they need help? Why wouldn't he call? Dipper turned his volume up as high as he could, pressing play with a sweaty thumb.

The video started on Stan's boots, but quickly shifted as Stan started pointing his phone at something on the...oh. The wooden planks Dipper had seen Stan standing on weren't the planks of the boat deck, they were floorboards for an outdoor patio. A patio that was full of people speaking...some sort of language. Something Nordic maybe. Geez, weren't they freezing? Maybe not because...Nordic.

The camera was pointed at the door separating the bar from the patio, specifically, the top right corner where a set of speakers had been hung. Oh, Dipper realized. He's trying to record the music. Dipper held the phone to his ear. Maybe Stan was trying to figure out a secret code in the lyrics? He was pretty sure he had told Stan all about that day when they saved Wendy from Robbie's horrible music. This sounded a lot different than Robbie's music though. It was way more upbeat and -

...comin' through, that girl is youuuu...

"Oh my God," Dipper groaned, letting his head fall to his desk. Of course. Of course that's what would be playing. Of course a Nordic bar would be blasting Icelandic Pop Sensation BABBA.

Now Stan's message made sense. He had heard the song and felt "The Itching". That's what Stan had taken to calling it when he could feel himself starting to remember something, but needed a little extra help making it make sense. Stan said it was because it felt like an itching in the back of his brain. Dipper was pretty sure he called it that because if he announced he had "an itch that needs scratching" it was always a fifty-fifty toss up as to whether he needed help with a memory or literally wanted someone to help him scratch himself. Sometimes it was both. Either away, Stan got a kick out of how many times he could trick Ford.

Dipper grimaced. Maybe he could get out of this one. After all, Stan doesn't need all of his memories...right? He could forget some of the more embarrassing ones.

It's a song by BABBA. He typed. It's called "Disco Girl." There. The fact Stan's going to know that Dipper can identify the song is embarrassing enough, he doesn't need to remember The Incident.

The three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.

Oh. OK.

Dipper sat his phone down. There. That was that. He didn't need to feel guilty about how Stan somehow managed to sound disappointed with two words. Besides, he had homework to do. He was a busy guy. Yep, not gonna think about it.

His phone pinged.

Made me think of you.

Okay. Starting to feel guilty now. Dipper sighed. Even over text message, he could hear the tone of voice Stan would say it in. That tone where he would say something like it was just a careless aside so that you wouldn't think he was taking something seriously, so then you wouldn't take it seriously, so that he could tell himself you didn't take it seriously because you thought he wasn't taking it seriously and not because you don't take him seriously or care about him seriously or -

Dipper frowned. Maybe these English classes were doing something after all. Apparently all of that fictional character analysis made him better at analyzing his uncle.

He could picture Stan now, having already sat his phone face-down on the table, wondering why there was some memory of Dipper that Dipper didn't want to share with him. Oh man, he probably thinks Dipper's tired of helping out with his memories or something.

That's because you heard me sing it once. Dipper wrote. That should be enough to jog Stan's memory a bit.

The three dots. Heard or saw?

Dipper groaned. Maybe Stan was just messing with him. He probably remembered the whole thing and was just trying to get Dipper to regale him with the story again so he could laugh at him.

Whatever. Dipper would be the bigger man.

Both. You walked in on me after I got out of the shower. You really need to learn how to knock, man.

There. That should be enough. Hopefully Stan and Ford will get back on the boat and see a giant Kraken or something equally as awesome so Stan forgets all about this conversation.

He exited out of their message thread and opened up his thread with Great Uncle Ford. Whatever "clever" joke Stan wanted to make at his expense would probably take forever to write. Might as well take advantage of the good cell service while he knows they have it.

Hey! Are you with Grunkle Stan?

Three bubbled appeared. Dipper didn't have to wait long. Ford was a surprisingly quick texter.

Yes, we're exploring the town together. I take it you're the one he's been texting?

Yeah. He had an itch. Nothing crazy, just a song he heard this summer he couldn't remember the name of. Okay, he probably could have told Ford. Especially after learning about the whole Kiss-Bot incident, Dipper's BABBA incident definitely didn't come close. But c'mon, wasn't Dipper allowed to have at least one family member who thought he had a shred of dignity left?

He smiled. Probably not. After all, he was a Pines.

Ah, that explains his behavior then.

Dipper frowned. Behavior? Is he okay?

Oh yes, of course. My apologies if my language was alarming, Stanley says I tend to word things "dramatically". He's simply trying to ask the table next to us if there are any music stores nearby. I didn't realize children still used physical CDs.

Wait. Stan is looking for a music store? Why specifically mention children? Dipper typed slowly, wording his questions as discretely as he could.

Oh? Is Stan looking for a CD?

The bubbles appeared. Then disappeared. Dipper frowned. They reappeared.

Disregard my earlier message.

Oh they were definitely up to something. Two could play at that game. You don't live with a professional con man all summer and not learn how to get what you want out of someone.

Okay. Hey, Grunkle Stan showed me a bit of the patio. Can you send a video too? Would be interested in seeing where you are.

Of course. One moment, please.

Dipper sat his phone on his desk while he waited. Realistically, he should be working on his homework while he waits. It's not like he'll be able to focus on anything when Mabel gets home. But, it's not like he can focus on anything now, mind buzzing as much as it is.

After three minutes and fifty-three seconds, Dipper's phone pinged. He grinned and pressed play.

The video started pointing toward the other side of the patio. Made sense, Ford was probably sitting across from Stan at their table. Stan was nowhere to be seen though. He must have stood up to speak to the table next to him. Dipper could see townsfolk sat at their tables in heavy winter coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. Everyone was wrapped up in their own conversations, and while Ford panned slowly across the porch, Dipper recognized another BABBA song playing faintly in the background. The owner must have had a playlist going. There were fairy lights strung up across the porch, street lamps helping illuminate the night. Wherever they were must have been in the middle of some small town, probably no bigger than Gravity Falls.

"Ford!" Grunkle Stan's voice rang out. Dipper quickly held the phone up to his ear again. There was a loud metallic grating sound - probably Grunkle Stan pulling out his chair to sit down again.

"You're never gonna believe it!" Stan sounded excited about something.

"A moment, please, Stan," Ford murmured.

"We don't have to go to the music store! Those people didn't speak English but the guy who runs this place does a little. That internet translator did the rest."

"Google, Stanley."

"Whatever. Anyway, he said he'd sell me the CD he's playing right now when he closes up for the night."

"That's great Stan. Hold on a moment I'm just trying to film this for -"

"Dipper's gonna love this! I think. It's sort of coming back to me. I think that memory he helped me with, I think..."

Stan trailed off. Dipper pulled the phone away from his ear to see if the video had ended, but Ford was still dutifully scanning their surroundings with the camera. It looked like Ford had stood up, holding the phone high above his head to show Dipper the coastline beyond the porch railings.

"I think I told him I was proud of him that day." Stan's confession was quiet. But Stan quiet. Which meant loud enough to be picked up on Ford's camera.

Ford's movement stopped. "You did? Why?"

"Well. I sorta did. I think. He was tryna prove he was 'a man' or whatever, so I told him he was. He stood up for what was right even though no one else agreed with him. And then I think I uh...ripped my shirt off and showed him my chest hair. Maybe I should get him to fill in some of those blanks there."

Ford laughed. "I don't remember it taking much to get you to take your shirt off."

"I'm a gross, old man now, Ford. We'd all prefer if it stayed on."

Ford hummed. "So how much is the CD?"

"Eh, he wants like 500 Kroner."

"Seems overpriced."

"Well it's gonna be free."

Ford sighed. "Stanley..."

"What?" Stan cried indignantly. "He's obviously tryna scam me anyway! Besides, it's worth it. Dipper will love it! It's a CD of a band he likes from Iceland stolen from Iceland. Trust me it'll be worth the -"

All sound stopped. The video had ended. Dipper sat at his desk, a small smile on his face. He had been so worried about Stan remembering one of his more embarrassing moments but...Stan remembered it as a day that Dipper made him proud. Huh.

He exited the video and saw that Ford had sent him another message only a minute after sending the video.

Please disregard that video. Terrible audio quality, I have to retake it.

As Dipper began to type a reply, he saw three bubbles appear. He waited.

I'm going to infer that the delay in your response is because you didn't see my message in time and already viewed the video. My apologies, I forget how strong the audio quality of phone cameras are.

Three more bubbles.

Please act surprised.

Ah well. Dipper had omitted the truth a couple of times tonight. What was one more? He started to type.

Sorry, I was working on my homework while I waited for an answer. Guess I got distracted. Should I not watch the video?

Three bubbles. Ah, I see. Yes, that would be for the best. I'll take another video for you now. In the meantime, keep up the good work!

Dipper sat his phone back down on the table and picked up another pen. Might as well do a little more homework so he wasn't totally lying. But first...

He opened his message thread with Stan.

Need help with anything else?

Nope. Go to bed.

Dipper laughed. There it was. The curmudgeon was back, trying to hide the fact he was a big softie underneath.

It's earlier here you know. If anyone should be in bed, it should be you.

I'm old. I do what I want.

Okay old man. Love you!

Sap.

Dipper snorted and sat down his phone. A moment later, it pinged again. He glanced at the screen and saw it was another message from Stan. It was only two words, but they knocked together like flint and steel, lighting something warm in Dipper's chest.

You too.

AN: A continuation of this! I kind of just want to write a bunch of one shots going with this. Some ideas are brewing!

[filez34]

the new guy, the he, the they, the he/they, the WIMDY WATER GUYYYYY

(also i am aware the rays are spinning in the wrong direction SHUT IT) gitm belongs to @venomous-qwille