#zac imagine

[thesharktist]

Woah, dude

Tma dropout shenanigans. We alllll know that Elias is Sam. I WILL get around to drawing more of these

[sea-buns]

it wasn't that long ago that i was in a high school math class and yet my eyes have never glazed over faster. i was good at math. i enjoy math. you want the fucking train question? in two minutes? omg i didn't know you were so funny haha

[emmyrosee]

Cold breath puffs out past his lips as he picks up the pay phone, slips in a quarter and dials your familiar number. Atsumu rarely calls you on his cellphone anymore, out of fear one of the times he does, you’ll block him clean from your life.

The dial tone hums three times before you show mercy and pick up the phone, interrupting the deafening line. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, smiling softly as your voice, unsuspecting and calm, eases over the line.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby…”

You’re silent, the only thing giving you away is the way your breathing seems to rag out, rasping softly as it passes through your teeth, a hurt you seem to try to fight back.

“Atsumu?”

The way his throat catches at the sound of his name on your voice has him completely caught off guard; aside from the fact that he hasn’t heard it in months, let alone his actual name on your tongue, just to hear your voice again makes him choke up.

“Yeah. Yeah, hey, it’s me,” he rambles, leaning against the wall of the restaurant he’s calling you at. He closes his jacket tighter around his torso, wondering if it’s warmer in your neck of the woods.

The ones he abandoned you at.

You were familiar. He needed the sense of familiarity as he travels, using you as a means to stay grounded after he abandoned you so promptly. Even right now, this wasn’t meant to destroy you, tear down the walls you’d spent years trying to mend, it was to seek comfort in you- selfish? Perhaps. But he is selfish.

He wished he could be like his brother, content with staying in one place and taking in every day with ease. But Atsumu has never been like his brother, growing far too stir crazy at the mere idea his roots might be planted somewhere, keeping him there for eternity. He doesn’t like feeling trapped, he hates it, even if feeling trapped meant he could be his happiest.

What Atsumu didn’t expect though, was for his roots to be you, the one thing he can’t sever himself from. You’re his drug of choice, his intoxication he can’t get sober from, and fuck, how he craves you.

“I’m… I’m thinking of coming back home.”

“Why?”

The way you snap at him your quick, firm answer makes his skin crawl. He’d been hoping, like a selfish idiot, that you’d somehow be excited for his return, like you had been every time he’d come home: you’d run into his arms like a missing piece, trusting him to catch you as you fall against his chest, your nose would bury into the dip of his neck while he cradles you close, kissing wherever his lips could reach and just for a moment, you both could pretend that this was normal. You’d meant to do this. Be apart for so long it tears you both inside, only for your reunion to be filled with joy and happy tears.

That this was normal, per se.

He thunks his head against the wall, sending a sharp pain through his skull, but he pays it minimal mind as he tries to conjure an argument to not make you hate him more than you already do.

“I want to see you,” he finally confesses. “I… I don’t know when I’m coming home, but it’ll be soon, okay?” He asks. When you say nothing, he closes his eyes, “can I see you?”

“You’re all talk,” you snarl, but he hears the tears in your voice. “You’re not coming home to stay, you’re coming home to get a morsel of attention and praise, then leave me again. I know that.”

He screws his eyes shut as you so clearly, so hurt, list the events that repeat every time he comes home. He wants to blame his success, chasing a high he can’t seem to find anymore, but he can. It’s a high with you, a thrill he gets when he sees your eyes glimmer with excited tears, an unparalleled sense of peace when you’re in his arms, one no person, place, or thing has been able to come close to.

But you… you were different. He loves you.

And Atsumu Miya is a runner.

“You should just keep playing house with one of your little friends that you make on the road,” you laugh cruelly. “Since they’re able to keep you much, much happier than I’ve ever been able to, clearly.”

“Hey, you wanna play the bigger person here? I never do shit with anyone when I’m out on the road, I’m loyal to you, okay?”

“My. Hero,” you spit from your gritted teeth. “You want a medal for doing below the bare minimum? Leaving me for months on end and coming back when you see fit, only to tell me you ‘stay loyal?’ You’re not loyal. You’re a coward.”

His heart breaks.

Coward. That’s what he is. He’s a coward, running from a life of comfort and stability to chase a high that he can only get in his dreams, a high that does not exist.

The closest he has, is you. And you don’t want him anymore. Rightfully so, Atsumu will give you that. But the idea, the mere concept of you not wanting him anymore sends him into a panic.

No, he thinks to himself, you’re bluffing, you’re all talk too, and the second you see him, your reserve will crumble and your heart will soften and you’ll love him again. You’ll plead for him to stay, to be with you forever, because you can make this work together.

He hopes that this time, he’ll love you enough to stay, too. He doesn’t bet on it, and the idea stings his eyes with tears. He screws them shut in agony. His root will only be severed when you do it. He hopes you do it mercifully. He hopes you’ll do it this time he comes home, setting you both free from the dance you’ve entangled yourselves in.

“I… I know im all talk,” he chokes, leaning his forehead against the brick of the wall he’s talking against. “But I… I know that we’ll be together soon. I’ll come home, and we’ll work it out this time. I swear.”

He sinks his teeth into his lip to try and fight back the sob that wants to break through. You hang up the phone, leaving only the dial tone to ring in his ear.

He smiles despite the tears welling in his eyes.

“I can’t wait until then.”

-

@reverie-starlight heres that angst I was teasing… 😬

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[fangirl-imagines]

Dating David Von Erich Would Include...

A/N: The Iron Claw and David have been living rent free in my brain. Also shout out to @heartbreakprincehbk for their amazing Iron Claw fics.

You are absolutely his number one fan.

Every match he or his brothers are in you can be found sitting front row cheering him on and trying your best not to wince when he goes down in the ring. Even though sometimes its only Michael or Pam giving your hand a reassuring squeeze that keeps you from rushing into the ring. 

David considers you his good luck charm, he says having you there to watch him always makes him perform better in the ring. Fritz hates it, reminding David that there's no such thing as luck and to focus on his training instead of some girl in the audience. 

Either way, David takes you everywhere with him. An out of town match? You’d better pack an overnight bag. Him and his brothers are heading to the lake? Grab your swimsuit baby, he's already on his way to pick you up. He’s working out today? He’s already on the phone asking if you want to come watch him. 

His brothers give him a hard time about it but they all are thrilled for David that he found someone as good as you. 

Being protected like crazy since you’re constantly surrounded by wrestlers that look at you like a sister.

You become especially close with Michael as the two of you spend time hanging out waiting on his brothers at matches. 

He is often the third wheel for you and David, being like a little brother to you too. You’re never too bothered by having Michael come hang around with you and David. 

David is such a family man, he loves having you around his family, seeing how naturally you fit in with them. It makes him all the more excited to have a family with you in the future. 

He’d be the sweetest dad, play wrestling with his sons, watching them grow up close like his brothers and him and teaching them everything he knows. 

Lots of late nights driving around in his truck, your legs in his lap, the windows down, singing along to the radio together at the top of your lungs. 

Your favorite dates are always like this, just the two of you doing nothing but doing it together, just enjoying the slow moments. 

The best nights are especially when he takes you down to the lake late at night, both of you winding up skinny dipping together with the only light being the moon and stars. 

Laying on the dock together afterwards, wearing his shirt, thumbing his wrist wrapped around your waist, is the first time you tell each other that you love each other. 

Playing with his long hair. Wrapping strands around your fingers, even braiding little strands of it when laying in bed together. 

 He almost never calls you by your name, David is a nickname man for sure. 

“Darin, you almost ready to go?” “There’s my baby! Did you enjoy the match?” “Michael, you seen my girl?”

Always stealing his hat, leaving the sportatorium with his arm around you and his hat safely on your head. 

Sometimes he had to wrestle it back from you, playfully showing you his moves, careful not to be too rough with you when he tosses your giggling self around, gently pinning your wrist and stealing his hat back, joking that he was gonna use the iron claw.

[sittinginsunflowers]

I know we’ve been begging for a Murph DM season for years now and I would still kill to see it but idk man I think we’ve been dropping the ball. Something about Zac Oyama behind that screen looked right

[jarvesque]

A reunion

[kazumahashimoto]

supreme four relationship chart...

[airenyah]

happy to announce that ohm pawat made it through yet another show without being grazed by a bullet despite the fact that he had a gun shoved into his face on multiple occasions

and with that the gay romcom continues to be the only series in which ohm pawat ever ends up with a gunshot wound

[meanmeanstridemeanmeanpride]

[General] von Erich Headcanons

You first met in the dining room of the Von Erich residence. It had been a long night, and you happened to catch the eye of Kevin von Erich while walking home. Your family owned a ranch near the von Erich’s, and he was simply going home to join his family for dinner.

Seeing you out there, alone and drained, Kevin asked if he could give you a ride. Then it turned into coming with him for dinner, when you mentioned how long you’d been walking. It was easy to trust him since you knew who he was.

And it was a kind gesture, one that completely changed your life.

When you stepped into the von Erich’s home, you remembered Fritz calling out to Kevin, “you finally decided to join us!”

Followed by a groan from Mike, and a snort from David. As you both walked to the dining room, you heard Doris tell her boys to behave. And you could never forget the look on her face when she first saw you.

“Kevin, you didn’t tell us you were bringing company,” she almost scolded him, but you could tell she wasn’t bothered. Only surprised.

“Yeah, about that…” Kevin turned to you, and suddenly everyone was looking at you. Well, the boys, that was. Fritz continued to eat as you introduced yourself. Doris got up to make you a plate, and Mike’s attention—when faced with a good plate—couldn’t be wavered.

So, that’s how you acquainted yourself with the von Erich’s. They enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs, and it didn’t take long before you found yourself nearly with them everyday. Wrestling match or not, you found yourself welcome into the family.

Kevin was naturally a family man, hanging with him alone was rare. But when you did, it was mostly full of rides and picking up a meal. Of course at the mention of possibly picking up food, Mike always managed to squeeze himself into going. Not that either of you mind.

David invites you to watch the boys practice. He always wants to show you something new, and he always asks how it looks from outside the ring. Now his father can tell him one thing, but he’ll always turn and ask your opinion once he’s gone.

Kerry would borrow Kev’s truck whenever you two would spend time together. He’d take you anywhere you asked, even if that meant annoying Kevin because his truck was gone hours throughout the day. This doesn’t become an issue when he gets his motorcycle, though.

Mike made sure you knew that he was your little brother from the moment you asked about his music. He can trust you with his ideas, and his taste. You made it a point to trade records with him every week. Every other week, when he isn’t at practice or school, you go shopping for new releases.

There is a part of them that fits into you, and a part of you that fits into them.

[mmxxviii]

unless it turns out that this is some barkrock-specific ability, and assuming that what lydia did with her devil is what needs to happen with cassandra and the red light, i NEED gorgug to be the one to take the rage and contain it. his whole thing is that his rage isn’t anger, it’s protection. taking cassandra’s rage, or whatever it is affecting her, is the ultimate protection, but it also forces him to grapple with his rage and the idea that anger isn’t a bad thing

[dramaqueer-commie]

literally JUST started watching a starstruck odyssey (like im less than 7 minutes in)

so far i am LOVING Angry Zac

[sea-buns]

Don't get me wrong. I really enjoyed Lapin and wished he had more time to grow and develop. But, I mean c'mon, Cumulous was a GIFT. I love me a stone-faced pastel man who has absolutely no problem casually killing things and sucking the life from them, who also weeps tears of joy when met with the objects he's sworn to protect. I would have loved for him to have the full season to grow his relationship with the family, just as much as I would have Lapin. We got two bangin characters that we absolutely did not deserve. That being said, PLEASE let Zac's character survive. It's only 6 episodes, man. If he didn't make this character with that thought in mind, I'll be shocked.

[ragdollcraig]

YAYAYAYAY

CASINO NIGHT BUT WILL THAT HAIRCUT IS SHIT, IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE AN EGG

[xiewho]

not to also be in tc denial but i cant see how this conversation won't include gorgug saying in some way that he joined the owlbears to spend time with fabian. what other reason would he have to be on the team for so long if not to hang out with him or something 😭

nno cause. youre so right like what reason do u have other than u wanna spend time with ur bff . like 'if i get to be with u then that's enough for me !!' . its ok anon if we hold hands when the episode drops then through the power of friendship and Believing this WILL get referenced in the ep. godspeed

[michealscottforhoh]

Okay but imagine how funny it would be if Gorgug got the Hangman. Like searching for his dad, the Hangman screaming flirting tips when he talks to Zelda, helping him in Barbarian classes. It’s an absolutely hilarious dynamic in my head and I feel like the Hangman would give off the biggest face palming vibes.