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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 2 months ago

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Darkness Settles In

BuckTommy | Chapter 3/5

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Buck was tense all day, so much so that he turned an uneventful shift into a 48er.

The only reason he got away with it was because Gerrard didn't seem to care about much lately. It was surprising – he and Bobby hadn't been particularly close, even though Bobby had gotten him that job at the movie’s. But now, after Bobby's death, Gerrard often seemed lost in thought. He could have been satisfied with commanding the 118 again, pushing around the people who had earned their medals, while the chief just passed him from one position to the next. Somehow, Gerrard never really got his footing in the LAFD again; he just struggled on without his efforts bearing fruit.

Despite his usual frenzy, insults, and pointless orders, he now seemed self-absorbed; even his nagging was tame. Perhaps he’d realized the finiteness of his own existence through Bobby’s death. It was something everyone had to ask themselves: when the end comes, will I have done enough? In Bobby's case, the answer was obvious to Buck. As for Gerrard, he was just glad the guy was leaving him alone for a while.

Chimney made a half-hearted attempt to talk him out of working the double shift. At the same time, he looked like a man whose heart was set on doing the same thing, to escape going home. But he wasn't that kind of guy, and there was someone waiting for him, willing to ease his burden. Howie had a family at home. A loving wife, an adorable little girl and soon, another child – a future worth living for. Buck’s house was not a real home yet, and while he could rely on his sister and friends, the grief that had gripped each of them was overwhelming.

And Tommy... thinking about Tommy was at least a distraction, but that was just another painful thought. It wasn't the right way to look at him. But thinking about Tommy was so confusing. He hadn't been in touch after disappearing last night, no matter how often Buck stared at his phone. Pondering Chimneys words, his own thumb hovered over the buttons often enough. Shouldn’t he take the first step? Buck wondered whether it was really a question of guilt, of who had broken up with whom—or actually more a question of why. Somehow, it all seemed to boil down to Buck being the type who clung to people, while Tommy was scared of getting close. The reason for this behavior lay in their painful past, that much was clear. And yet they just couldn't manage to talk about it, put it behind them, and... well, start over together. Was that really what Buck wanted? This question seemed so big, so daunting. He hadn't exaggerated when he said he didn't know what he would do with his life without Bobby. He felt like a ship without an anchor, helplessly at the mercy of the waves, with no chance of ever reaching port again.

Later that day, Hen called. There hadn't been an operation in hours, and Buck was busy cleaning every last bit of metal on the fire engines — a job for B shift’s probie, but he had literally snatched the rag out of his hands and banished the poor guy from the vehicle bay.

“Go home, Buck,” was the first thing Hen said.

Buck put his phone down on the footboard. Wiping an already flawless spot, he replied, “If I do that, they’ll be one man short, and rush hour’s about to start.”

Hen was silent for a moment, then she sighed softly and said, “I wish I could be with you.”

Sometime today, Ravi had said something similar: “I wish I could do more.” Assuming the remark was only about the double shift, Buck had patted Ravi on the back and half-heartedly offered, “If it’s about the money, you can have it.” But Ravi had shaken his head, a somewhat sad expression in his dark eyes that hadn’t faded for days, just like Buck’s. Now, as he spoke to Hen, he wondered if Ravi had also just been looking for distraction. For a way out of everyone’s constant brooding over the dead.

“You'll be able to work again soon,” Buck tried to console Hen.

“It's not about work. I want to be there because...”

“Because that's where he was,” Buck finished. “Well, seems pretty synonymous with the job to me. But tell you what, it’s not really working.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, and he could just picture her furrow behind her glasses. He took a deep breath, and to his own surprise, he didn’t stutter once.

“Working is a distraction. You need it because you're going stir crazy at home. But it’s too soon, you’re not ready, you just don’t realize it. This place, the station… it holds so many memories, it’s overwhelming. You long for every call, thinking: if I help this woman, save this child, revive this man, I’ll honor Bobby. And you don't even realize that you're doing it, because you secretly believe that it's like working through a list. So many lives, and then he'll come back. It doesn't work because he's not coming back. And when you realize that...”

Buck looked down at the rag in his hand, then up at the ceiling, almost surprised to realize that he wasn’t outside and that the moisture on the cloth wasn’t rain, but a tear. He ran his hand across his face, almost angrily.

“Buck,” said Hen after a while, her voice choked with tears, “someone has to be the voice of reason.”

“Yeah, sure, but not me,” he replied sharply. “You're the next captain, Hen, and that's the way it’s supposed to be. You'll come back and do Bobby proud, but please, at the right time. You're not well yet.”

“Neither are you,” she replied, but before she could elaborate, the alarm blared.

The universe, or at least a completely crazy part of it, had it that the call was a traffic accident, and Athena, of all people, was there. Not only was she on duty, she was the first on site. When the 118 arrived, she was just reprimanding the driver who had caused the accident. Seeing her stirred up the pain in Buck’s heart, like a pinprick when you at least expect it. He had to clear his constricted throat, but the lump in it wouldn’t just go away. It would have been ridiculous, downright indecent, to avoid her. It wasn't his style to just wave to people he loved in passing, to carry on as if nothing had happened. Well, not usually, anyway.

“You shouldn't even be here,” he greeted her after she had dealt with the driver; a little too sharply perhaps, because she raised her brows at him.

If Athena was tired, she didn't show it; her makeup and hairstyle were impeccable, as always. However, the wrinkles around the corners of her mouth were not so easy to cover up, and she was unlikely to be able to smile them away anytime soon.

“You’re one to talk,” she countered, “except for Hen, the entire 118 is back on duty, as I heard. You all can't resist.”

“That's not it,” he protested.

“You’re with the B-shift, Buck, obviously doing a double.”

“But still,” he countered in a faint attempt to change the topic back to Athena, “I thought you were at home, relaxing...”

“Relaxing?” The short laugh she let out sounded familiar in its joylessness. “Buck. Nothing I do will ever bring my husband back to life, and I know that. Still, you’re out here for the same reason—to help people because we can't help him anymore. Aren't you?”

Goosebumps crawled up his arms, even though he was wearing his turnouts.

“But that's wrong,” he implored her.

Around them, the world seemed to go on as usual, while he couldn't help desperately trying to hold on time, to get through to Athena. It seemed somehow fitting that they were standing at the scene of an accident and having this conversation. His whole life felt like an accident right now.

“You need time to process this. T-time to… grieve. The funeral wasn't that long ago.”

“Oh,” she scoffed, hands on her hips, “so you expect me to sit at home, in that unfinished house where I wanted to grow old with Bobby, and unpack boxes? Looking at pictures, shedding a few tears? Forget it. I'm sick of crying, Buck. Are you listening to yourself? You should take your own advice.”

He stared at her in bewilderment, but there wasn’t even anger in her voice; and he understood. She had gone through every stage of grief in record time, because it wasn't the first time for Athena. If anything, she’d reached the phase of acceptance already, but that didn’t mean she was content with it. Nothing would bring Bobby back, not silent prayers or a deal with God. And Buck had no right to tell her how to live with it. Instead he should probably try to reach acceptance, too. It just seemed like such a long way to go.

Their encounter left him brooding, and the shift seemed to last forever. Caffeine and training sessions kept Buck alert long enough, but during quiet times, when there was nothing left to clean or tidy up, his thoughts went round and round in circles. He wondered if Athena was right. Were they all trying, in one way or another, to make up for Bobby's loss? Did they all feel a kind of guilt that could only be redeemed by making amends? But that was exactly what Bobby had tried to do. He’d written down names in his small black notebook, everyone he’d saved, hoping that this would atone for his guilt. If only he could save as many as he felt responsible for losing. A life for a life, a pile of good deeds to make up for the injustice.

Bobby had realized, at some point, that life didn't work that way. That none of those who had died in the fire he’d caused would ever return. None of those 148 people, and certainly not his family, would come back to life. The little book had been a lifeline, but the more he filled it, the clearer it became to him that this kind of atonement had to come to an end. It was a grim end that Bobby had planned for himself, one that only the love for his new family had prevented. But now, he was dead anyway.

The thought still sent cold sweat running down Buck's back, because it was just so infinite. There wouldn't be another shift with Bobby’s sonorous voice guiding them, no more of his homemade meals in the break room, no more advice. The thought was overwhelming, and Buck had to clutch his chest for a moment because the pain was so real. But he knew what a heart attack actually looked like, and hypochondria was certainly not one of his characteristics. The oppressive panic that had frozen his entire body only subsided when a can of cleaning spray, which he had picked up while rushing around the station, fell from his numb hands. It clattered on the floor with a bang that made his ears ring, and rolled under one of the trucks. “Oh, damn it,” Buck muttered, an all-encompassing statement.

The rest of the shift passed in slow motion. When there was nothing left to do, Buck sat down reluctantly, as if sitting down were a weakness. In a few hours, Gerrard would show up again, surely with some stupid remarks on his wrinkly lips, always hoping to score another hit with insulting Buck. Perhaps it was the thought of him, or the overwhelming certainty that Buck would be sitting here forever without Bobby; in any case, his fatigue suddenly returned. It had always been there, of course, masked and subdued by caffeine and constant activity. And it was worse than usual, somehow, as if there was something else on top of the leaden heaviness in his limbs that couldn't be explained by today's tasks. Something that was literally pulling him down, an invisible weight pressing him to the ground, causing his shoulders to slump, the corners of his mouth to droop. There were, of course, bunks in the fire station, and it made perfect sense to use them, especially for those pulling a 48er. Had there been one next to him in this moment, he might have let himself fall into it, but the effort of getting up again and going down there seemed like climbing a mountain. Sleep offered no real escape these days anyway.

The B-shift did their best to leave Buck alone, although they offered sympathy and comfort. It wasn't the same as with his crew, but that was okay. Maybe, he thought, as he finally got up and rolled up the hose for the third time in an hour, it was better this way. If you didn't get too attached to people, their loss hurt less. But that was probably nonsense, at least for someone like him—most of the people they helped, they only met once, and yet it hit Buck hard when they couldn't save someone. Bobby once said, “If you have too much compassion, you'll take every one of them home with you. But if you don't think about one of them at least once in a while, you should find another job.” It was difficult to be here and not think about Bobby.

As Buck bent down to examine a stain on the floor that shouldn't have been there despite all his efforts, his phone fell out of his pocket. Cursing, he picked it up, checking it indifferently for scratches, and then paused. It was such a simple device, but right now it felt heavy in his hand. Maybe it was the wrong time, but perhaps the right time would never come. His fingers automatically found Tommy's name in his contact list; then he just stood there with his heart pounding, waiting.

Tommy picked up after the third ring. “Hey,” was all he offered.

“Are you okay?” Buck asked. He realized he’d rarely ever wanted to know, and it just built up on the pile of guilt he felt.

“Are you not?”

It was so typical of Tommy to immediately turn his attention back to Buck. He could probably tell what was going on just from the sound of his voice. They would never have the long-overdue conversation this way, yet Buck felt everything inside him yearning to tell Tommy how he really felt. Not just about Bobby, but also because of his thoughts about last night and everything it meant or could mean. Perhaps it was a sign that the alarm went off at that moment, preventing Buck from finally apologizing, and he ended the call with a hasty, “Let's talk later.”

The morning rush hour had begun, always a guarantee for absurd accidents caused by haste or anger—the main causes of traffic jams in this city. In the fire truck, Buck blinked tiredly out the window as he watched the clouds push aside the last gray of the night.

“Are you sure you want to come?” Riley asked. The B-shift captain was putting on her helmet, they had only just left the hall; it was her call. If she wanted to drop Buck off, now was her chance.

“My shift isn't over yet,” Buck replied, and that was that.

He refused to entertain the thought that Bobby would have thrown him out of the engine in his state, and just before the end of his shift at that. Then again, Buck had worked the double because he knew that the B-crew was also short-handed, and he wouldn’t back down now that he might actually be needed. Not only had the chief not replaced Eddie yet—for a while, Buck had even taken that as a sign that his friend would definitely return—but someone in the other crew had broken their foot just two days earlier. Like other municipal services, the fire department was operating at the limits of its personnel and financial resources.

A few miles through the awakening city, the captain turned with the radio still in hand.

“Okay, we have a fire at a boarding school in Bel Air,” she said. “I'm still waiting for more information on whether it broke out in a classroom or in the dormitories.”

“Rich people's kid,” someone muttered, but Buck immediately interjected, his voice somewhat urgent, “How many kids are we talking?”

Everyone seemed to stare at him. Perhaps his red eyes and constant foot tapping, which he hadn't even noticed himself until now, made him seem manic. He didn't care.

“Also unknown,” Riley replied. ”Listen, Buckley, if I get the impression that you're not up to this...”

“You'll be one man short if I leave now.”

“We’re not the only station on duty.”

“I'm the most experienced person here when it comes to handling heavy equipment, and you know that,” Buck replied stubbornly.

Meanwhile, it had become quiet in the vehicle; only the roar of the siren and the occasional squealing of tires could be heard.

“Look, he's just concerned,” Lane, the B-shift’s EMT, threw in. The older man’s calm and friendly manner reminded him very much of Hen, but Buck was determined not to let himself be distracted by fond memories. Or wistfulness, for that matter.

“No need,” he replied curtly. “I'm fine. The kids in that school probably are not.”

The rest of the journey passed in silence. The boarding school was housed in a spacious, two-story villa with extensive grounds, surrounded by man-high walls. It was an impressive and beautiful building, but the impression was marred by thick smoke coming out of a complete row of windows on the upper floor. As they arrived, the police was already busy blocking the main roads. It was no surprise they were already at site – Bel Air had actually more than one police station in order to make the rich believe that security was a priority, at least in this part of town. However, as far as the fire department and other emergency services were concerned, the 118 was the first vehicle on scene.

“Most of the students are already outside,” an officer shouted to the captain as she hurried toward her. “Looks like the fire broke out in one of the student’s bedrooms and quickly spread to the hallway kitchenettes.”

“They have kitchenettes?” Lane muttered, but the captain silenced him with a glance.

“According to the principal, five four-grade students are missing who apparently did not respond to the fire alarm,” the officer added. “One teacher said she tried to check the rooms, but the smoke in the hallway was already too thick.”

She gestured to a red-haired woman waiting directly behind the main gate, shifting from one foot to the other. Captain Riley pushed past the policewoman and approached the teacher.

“You sure the five are still inside?” she asked.

The woman nodded frantically, “We counted three times. The students gathered in the gym behind the main building, it’s protocol in case of a fire alarm. I suspect the missing kids have been smoking. They see it all the time with the older students and...”

“Your students are allowed to smoke?” the policewoman chimed in, raising her brows.

“Of course not. But that doesn't stop anyone. Just because children have wealthy parents doesn't mean they're smarter than others.”

Riley just shook her head and turned to his crew to give orders; he assigned people to extinguish the fire and instructed his EMT to take care of those children and teachers who might have inhaled smoke.

“You and me will take a closer look at that,” she finally addressed Buck. “Axe and crowbar.”

“Copy that.”

Behind the massive entrance gate, a marble hallway opened up. The fire alarm was still blaring, otherwise only the ominous crackling of fire could be heard above them. In the middle of the entrance hall, an immaculately cleaned stone staircase led upwards. As Buck and the captain approached it, a thunderous bang from the upper floor almost shattered their eardrums. For a second, the overly ornate chandeliers and even the entire staircase were shook.

“Kitchenettes, huh,” Riley muttered. “Gas-powered, of course. All right, we'll wait for backup.”

“W-what?” Buck asked, stunned, pointing to the stairs. “We're so close.”

“Something just blew up, Buckley. We can't get through, not the two of us alone.”

The heat rising from Buck's cheeks had nothing to do with the increasing humidity in the building.

“There are kids!” he shouted.

“Five,” the captain replied emphatically, but still calmly. “There are two of us, and I've reassessed the situation. Three of us are already busy extinguishing the fire, and we need hydraulic tools.”

As she grabbed her radio, Buck threw the crowbar on the floor; it clattered across the hallway, leaving a deep dent in the marble.

“This is all I need,” he snapped, raising the axe and running up the stairs.

#writing #fanfiction #BuckTommy #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #Buck/Tommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 fanfic #tevan #kinley

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lemotmo · 3 months ago

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So many random thoughts after that episode!

The fact that Tommy continues to show his lack of care for what people prefer to be called by. Like we have in canon Buck saying he goes by Buck and we have in canon Eddie saying he goes by Eddie and not Diaz, especially if people want him to respond.

And yet last night we see Tommy call him Evan and called him Diaz. Though I’ll say it’s a nice touch he says Diaz left? Only for us to then immediately find out Eddie stoped talking to Tommy (not responding)

The buddie lore we got from Buck. Them going out to eat. Eddie paying the tab. Eddie changing his tire. Them going to a game (what game? Like did we just get canon proof they in fact went to the lakers game with those tickets Buck got). Eddie teaching Buck how to play quarters. God I could listen and watch hours of the random things they get up to 😂😂 also the fact Eddie just goes around doing semi illegal things 😈 while bucks just like omg isn’t he perfect 😇 😍

Them actually canonically addressing that it didn’t even take a full shift for Buck to warm up to eddie 😂

The Eddie not talking to Tommy anymore being us finally getting to see a glimpse of Eddie’s POV of things. Like I need more of that.

Maddie. Buddies strongest soldier for real lmao. And also so incredibly done with her brother 😂

Buck and his continued I’m not in love with Eddie denials despite the fact not one person ever actually said he was in love with Eddie. Something something protest to much.

The way they also fully spelled out the end of BT with the Tommy only seeing a future for them with Eddie gone. Well Eddie will be back so future cancelled.

They rang so many bells for buddie in this episode that now it is fully truly officially at a point of no return. They can not turn back from Buddie now unless they want so much backlash.

I fully agree. There is no coming back from this. If they would try to backtrack now? Well, that would be a very unpleasant experience for ABC, Tim and 911.

Luckily for us, last night's episode proved that they have no intention of backing away from the Buddie of it all. On the contrary, they are addressing it and building towards it.

I love all the things you talked about in your ask. The Eddie lore was marvellous! I love how Eddie is some kind of perfect guy in Buck's eyes. I wonder if he knows how he talks about Eddie and what it sounds like to other people. Because to outsiders it definitely seems like he is smitten with the guy. 🤷‍♀️

That small sliver of Eddie's POV you talked about was delicious. It's true, Tommy quit on Buck and Eddie didn't hesitate to cut him out of his life as well, no matter that he was Tommy's friend first. Buck's interesting reaction to that news was very telling as well.

Overall it was just a great Buddie episode and Eddie wasn't even in it. 😋

#nonnies galore #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 8x11 #911 spoilers #T mention

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cosmickid-inmotion · 1 year ago

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About a Girl Masterlist

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Summary: Joel is a simple man. He goes to work, he takes care of his kindergarten age daughter, he tries to make sure Tommy doesn't die and occasionally Tess comes over. He works on Frank and Bill's farm with Tommy, Tess, and another coworker, Max. For his birthday, Tommy drags Joel out to a local grunge band's show, music he knows Joel hates. Joel is surprised to find Tess's girlfriends best friend, a girl they all call Blue because of the blue in her hair, has caught his attention.

What he doesn't know is she is trans. When he finds out, he's very confused, not because he judges her, but because he's not sure what it means for him. Does it make him gay? What does trans even mean? He's very confused. Still, despite all the confusion Joel has an open mind and he just knows that he has a lot of feelings for you and he wants to try. Joel goes on a journey of learning, not only what your trans identity means but also how to take care of himself, how to set boundaries, and learning he doesn't need carry the whole world on his shoulders.

Joel loves country, is as yeehaw as they come. Blue loves grunge, and looking as edgy as she can get by as a school teacher. Can you and Joel make it all work with the one thing that bonds them both together; flannel?

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

Themes: Found family, Tommy shitheadery (I love him), bi Aunt Tess, Joel recovering from emotional abuse, tired Joel trying to take care of everyone, grunge v country, lots of flannel, y'allternative (blending Joel's country life and reader's grunge life), Sarah Ellie friendship, Bill and Frank as the elder gays, Joel knows nothing about queerness and transness but by golly's he's trying, single dad Joel, good uncle Tommy, good uncle but also not very responsible and maybe has an addiction problem Tommy? lets find out!

Chapter 1: Joel is tired. Chapter 2: You help Joel relax Chapter 3: Blue comes out Chapter 4: Joel tries his best to stay open Chapter 5: Blue and Joel make it official Chapter 6: Blue gets to bond with Sarah Chapter 7: Blue meets Kayla and Joel is honest. Chapter 8: Joel is there for Blue, always. Chapter 9: blue sets up her future with Joel Chapter 10: Happy endings

Made for Oscar Isaac/Pedro Pascal Pride Event

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nosvq · 7 months ago

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You know despite all the harassment and whatever he went through these 7 months he always positive & anticipated if they ever call him again in future. He can risk himself doing the job taking all the insults and handled everything by himself yet "others" kinda not wanting to mingle with him. Stan the right guy.

He is an actor , he act. People call him for a job he took it. He is invested in his job with the character, shouldn't he? He interact with fan, his fan and Tommy fan, is it wrong? He also care about the character that his character involved with (not in the mood the even type the name right now). He is cool and attractive, not his fault either.

If there is person to blame for any discomfort and bad vibes the 911 team and the whole fandom in general feeling these months Lou is not the one to blame. If they think no interaction with him kinda makes things easy for them for greater good, yeah good for them. That's what made us being Lou fan and supporter that he deserves. But just because they don't it doesn't mean anything is less bad. But yeah just because I don't see the bigger picture it doesn't mean it is not practical.

#bucktommy #tommy kinard #tevan #lou ferrigno jr #buck x tommy

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samuelsdean · 2 years ago

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Loving Joel (And His Dad Jokes)

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: days like this make you realize how much loving joel makes everything worth it—even his stupid dad jokes.

genre: fluff

word count: 0.9k

author's notes: in my mind, joel is happy and thriving. he's living his best life in jackson. and you're in for a treat because joel is very much happy in this fic & in love (with me). yup, have fun reading!

MOST PEOPLE WHO KNOW OF JOEL MILLER WOULD SAY HE’S THIS BROODING, MYSTERIOUS, AND SCARY GUY. And they were right, mostly. Joel was someone you should be scared of. He is a fierce and ruthless protector of those he cares deeply for. He would stop at nothing. He’d do everything for his family.

At the beginning of your relationship—or when you only knew of him—Joel was someone you didn’t expect to fall for. He wasn’t your ideal man so to speak. But for some reason, despite your differences, both of you grew closer and then one day, you just woke up and realized that Joel Miller was the one for you.

And it seemed the feelings were mutual.

As you got to know him, Joel was quite the polar opposite of his reputation once you had managed to thaw his hard exterior. He had this other side to him, all hidden from those who weren’t special to him. It made you feel giddy knowing someone as hardened by life as Joel is enamored by you—which wasn’t an easy feat. You’ve had your fair share of ups and downs. Love isn’t simple especially when the world fell apart a few years ago. But loving Joel has been nothing but worth it. Waking up next to him, getting through the day, and falling asleep right next to him has made living better—like life was still worth fighting for because you had Joel.

You love him, and he loves you.

And you especially love his dad jokes, even if they were insufferable from time to time.

“It’s quite warm today,” You said to your lover as you descended the stairs of your home. “Do you wanna have a picnic or something?”

Joel, who was busy tinkering with his new woodwork project, which particularly looked a lot like you, or so you think, looked up at you. “That’d be nice, sweetheart. Do you wanna go now?”

You nodded as you placed a peck on his salt-and-pepper hair. “Maybe this afternoon,” You replied, heading straight for the bathroom. “I’m gonna go shower and then I’ll head over to Ellie and Dina’s, so I can invite them. Why don’t you go ask Tommy and Maria too?”

“Want me to join you?” Joel joked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“No, Joel.” You laughed as you threw him a dish towel, which he dodged easily as he was laughing now too. “If you’re joining me in the shower, we are never going to have that picnic!”

A few hours later, you were able to wrangle some bread and other snacks to take with you on your little picnic. Unfortunately, it was just you and Joel. Ellie and Dina had other plans, while Tommy and Maria had errands to do. But it was perfectly fine. You had a lot of time on your hands. A picnic in the future isn’t a farfetched plan for you to make.

“Jesus, I underestimated the heat today,” You claimed as you fanned your face. Joel was grinning at you as he looked like he thought of a joke you weren’t in on. “Care to share with the class, Mr. Miller?”

He simply shrugged and retorted, “Oh, it’s nothing, baby.”

“Out with it,” You nudged him. He shook his head no, to which you scowled teasingly. “Tell me!”

“Nope,” Joel snickered, pinching your cheek. “I’m not saying anything.”

You pouted and rolled your eyes. If he doesn’t want to tell you, then so be it. You were about to let go of the entire thing and dig into the food you laid out when the heat started becoming even more unbearable as if it were possible.

“Fine, don’t tell me anything,” You muttered. “But we’ve got to move over there. This heat is killing me.”

As you pointed to a bunch of trees where you could sit for shade, it’s like Joel could no longer hold back as he started guffawing, slapping his thigh in entertainment.

Oh, it’s that thing.

The thing in question was a pun he thought of. Real mature.

“Joel Miller!” You exclaimed as you started laughing along with him. One thing about Joel’s smile is that it’s as infectious as it’s your favorite thing in the world. “You’re worse than Ellie. Do you know that?”

“No, I’m not!” He denied, still laughing. “I haven’t even told you the pun yet.”

“Fine, tell me.”

Trying to stifle his laughter, Joel wheezed before schooling his face to a neutral expression. “I don’t think we should head over there. I don’t trust those trees.” He stared at the trees.

You looked at him, perplexed as to why. As far as you know, Jackson was the safest place you could be in, and those trees looked nothing out of the ordinary.

“Why?” You asked, starting to worry. “What’s wrong?”

You can slowly see the mischievous grin forming on Joel’s face.

They seem kind of shady.”

You groaned at him as Joel guffawed once again. You were starting to get looks from passersby as to what reduced the formidable Joel Miller while you were shaking your head.

“You’re so stupid,” You started chuckling. “Sometimes, I ask myself how can people take you seriously. Jesus, what was that pun?”

“It was funny!” Joel laughed, poking your side. “You even laughed.”

“I did because it was stupid.”

“That’s the point,” He retorted immediately. You rolled your eyes at him endearingly. “Puns are supposed to be so stupid that they’re funny.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” You responded immediately.

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel saluted. “I love you more.”

You smiled widely and landed a kiss on his stubbled cheek. Days like this make you realize how much loving Joel makes everything worth it—even his stupid dad jokes.

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emmatgc · 2 years ago

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Twin Flame ❤️

Tommy x Grace

The scene of Polly saying "or maybe its time you forget about her" and Tommy replying "forget about who?" is very poignant to me in the whole series and I'm sure to all viewers esp Tommy x Grace shippers. The acting and delivery was superb. The feelings oozing on the screen. We felt it.

Little did we know that line would foreshadow what's gonna happen and expose the mind of Tommy from the beginning, in between the break up, the reunion and her death.

Tommy has always been a conflicted and tormented man. He says this yet does exactly the opposite at times. But with Grace, he is ride or die, hell or heaven, he means what he says. Its black or white regardless his methods are greyish and blurry. Plain and simple, his feelings for Grace was never in question. Never in doubt.

To be fair, he tried to move on. He really did. She held on though. He let her go once, she left. I believe he really believed there's no future for them. I believe he thought he doesn't deserve her for both reasons-she was different and she hurt him. It is very interesting to me that never once Tommy brought up any anger or animosity about the so called "betrayal" of Grace in the show directly. The reunion scene was more of her being married to a rich guy. Hardly real anger. Polly did, yes but in a bigger picture, it is heavily implied, it was her job. An actual job. She got the best of her job and in the process lost her one true love at that time. They say all is fair in love and war but neither was true.

Both lost something. Both used each other. Both hurt each other. But the most amazing thing was? Neither of them cared. Neither was mad enough to let go. Neither was sane enough to move on. Neither was reasonable enough to hate or take revenge against one another. For above all of it was love. Love. Respect. Integrity. They were fighting for causes they believed in. In reality, that is a fight worth fighting for ever damn time.

Tommy fell in love with a woman fighting for a cause she believed in. She was not perfect, oh no, she was very flawed, too. But Tommy?heck he was the worse of them all, the family I mean. No sugar coating. Tommy was not a simple man. He was bad, in a lot of ways. But yes, he had redeemable qualities. Twin flames, they were. For better or worse.

See, their worse is not worse though. Theirs was a shining beacon of hope. What they had was a promise of tomorrow, a brighter future and a peaceful life. All colors of Tommy and Grace were brighter, clearer and bigger. That's deliberate by the show. Not coincidence.

So, 2 years without her don't mean a thing. He chose to let her stay-in his mind, heart and soul. She moved on but see that's one of her biggest mistakes. Grace, for me I believe was the one angry he didn't followed her or stopped her the 1st time. Tommy's ego would not allow that plus Tommy loves Grace too much to force her into staying . He respects her too much to make up her own mind. It upsets many Tommy fans that Tommy was passive, indecisive about Grace like dude, forget about her already! You have your whores, etc..she is just another woman, there will be others as Polly said. Yet, there was none.

Tommy held on. Grace held on. Despite the odds. Both patiently waited under dire circumstances. Both went through the uncertainties and dangers, the family objection, the doomed life and for what? For Love. So, no, nobody forgot. Nobody truly moved on. Nobody let go. Those 2 years be damned. Didn't put a dent to Tommy's feelings. Grace loved Tommy, she came back but Tommy fell harder. She was his oxygen. His air and water. You don't forget that. You simply can't. She leaves him breathless after all.

When after all is said and done, all Grace had to do was say "It's me" and the battlefield is back and Tommy is alive again. Love is a battlefield for Tommy. Grace had no one left only Tommy. Tommy had so many baggage but Grace was a priority. Grace warned her. She took his heart and never gave it back. Not because she doesn't want to but because he doesn't want to give it back nor give it to someone else. He allowed his heart to be taken away, broken and repaired only to be broken again. He doesn't care at all. If Only for her. Only with her. They will always find each other. Twin Flame, Tommy and Grace.

#grace shelby #tommy x grace #tommy x grace forever #annabelle wallis #grace burgess #true love always win #twin flame #Spotify

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loversj0y · 2 years ago

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Ohh boy ok

L’manbur my beloved.

Here’s part two. Maybe the next part will be the angsty part

Can you imagine President Soot announcing the elections and learning that the reader immediately enrolled as a candidate. He’d be annoyed, but also a strange mixture of proud and exhilarated.

This is another enemies AND lovers moment y’all. (want to hc that someone actually suggested impeachment or a vote of no-confidence against President Wilbur a couple times– which the reader actually refused to do, marking the one and only time that they defended wilbur on the political stage, saying that government should be run through debate and consideration and not mindless evictions, yada yada. Wilbur was looking at them like 😳).

Anyway the day comes for the candidates to choose their running mates— I don't remember how that went down in canon, so I'll make some stuff up. Let’s assume that each candidate gives a short speech and then announces their future VP. It’s like a publicity stunt, getting their names out there for people to remember and hopefully vote for.

There’s this one guy in L’manburg, let’s just call him Archibald or something (old man, dude in his 40s), who vehemently opposes everything the reader does. He doesn’t like Wilbur either

Despite all of this, A r c h i b a l d is not a complete prick. He cares for L’Manburg in his own way, even if his tactics and views don’t align with his peers. He amassed quite a following, but wasn’t chosen as a political candidate, and resorted to glaring at the other contestants from his place in the audience.

Back to the reader. Now, they know they are at an extreme disadvantage here. Public speaking is not their thing– shady, one-on-one contract deals are more their style. Talking to a crowd? Forget about it. They need to take a gamble.

Wilbur chooses Tommy as his VP, Quacktiy chooses George, Fundy chooses Niki, and they choose…. Archibald.

The stadium goes silent, flabbergasted, as they announce their pick. Some of the reader’s close constituents look offended, and Archibald looks flabbergasted. But he isn’t going to pass up this opportunity– not yet at least. He shakes their hand and joins them on stage.

By drawing a truce with their worst political enemy and showing the citizens that they are willing to work with opposing ideals, the reader has pulled what we call a pro gamer move.

Wilbur is a little impressed? Maybe?

Just imagine him standing on the other end of the stage, elbows on the podium, head resting against his fist as he just grins.

Imagine his vaguely flirty behavior with Quackity, but doubled.

Man knows how to roll an insult, pick-up-line, and partially-backhanded/partially-genuine compliment into one.

Still too cocky to think he’ll lose the elections though.

I swear i had other ideas about this but they won't come to me.

Also: no romance/jealousy scene is implied with Archibald. he's just some old guy politician who becomes a coworker.

also also: completely (?) unrelated but IMAGINE BEING PRESIDENT SOOT'S TAILOR. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE TENSION THAT COMES WITH STANDING BEHIND SOMEONE AS YOU LOOP A MEASURING TAPE AROUND THEIR WAIST---

anyway i am normal about this skrunkly./.,,,, elegeeant absastard.

god the sexual tension between wilbur soot and political opponents…….

the idea of tommy as his vp in this scenario seems to funny to me bc of the clips where tntduo would be havijg an intense discussion and tommy would just go. “ARE U GUYS KISSING” because he’d definitely do that

post debates, coming off stage, both a little sweaty and worked up from nerves, and wilbur’s just standing there looking too hot for his own good, so the reader picks something absolutely stupid to just fucking yell at him about, and they’re getting in each other’s faces, literally lips seconds apart, arguing in fancy political and business terms, and then tommy turns the corner. pauses.

“wilbuh can you stop MAKING OUT with the ENEMY”

also love the pro gamer move on readers part. thats actually a genuinely smart political show (until it becomes time to pass legislation but theres a reason they changed the law about who the VP ends up being (thanks hamilton))

also I HAVE THOUGHT ABT THAT MANY TIMES MAN OH MY GOD

he’s standing there, stressed and tired, and theres a lot of tension as you wrap your arms around him to measure his waist and in his exhaustion, he thinks you’re trying to hug him, and he just. fully leans into it, exhausted and wanting affection <3 and as his personal tailor, you will gladly do so and then help walk him to his room to make sure he sleeps well (and doesnt get any of his fancy clothes that you just made messed up ffs he loves gis gunpowder but that shit stain’s permanently!!!! hold on. my knowledge of gunpowder just gave me a separate idea but i dont have enough there to share yet so im going to ignore it BUT STILL)

#mar answers #c wilbur :3 #lmanbur #listenheresweaty :3

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B A S I C S

Full Name: Stevie Fitzgerald Faceclaim: Margaret Qualley Pronouns/Gender: she/they, nonbinary Age & Birthday: 30 & nov 28 Birth Place: New Bellevoux, Louisiana How long have they been in town?: 30 years ( On and Off ) Living Situation : Lafayette Hills; just upgraded from Macon Park Occupation: Tattoo Artist @ Wicked Tattoos

BIOGRAPHY:

Stevie grew up in Macon Park and up until recently, she was sure she’d die there.

Ok, that’s a lie. There was a time she thought otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to skip out of the trailer in Shady Grove the moment she finished high school. Maybe their brother didn’t make it out like he was supposed to, instead sticking around out of nostalgia or some silly duty to see them grow up, but they weren’t him.

Their childhood wasn’t his and theirs wasn’t…it wasn’t always great. Their mother held them tight. Too tight in their opinion. And so did Jason. Sure they let them spend their single digit years loose on Little Bear Creek Trail, the mason park docs, really anywhere their feet could take them, once she hit her double years, things changed.

Maybe that was due to the whispers. The idea that their father, Jason’s father, was not their own. That their mother liked to get around. That she was trash and that despite his once potential so was their brother. You know, the same old cliche small town bs. Or maybe it was the fights. Because adults are mean but kids? So much worse. And Stevie never stood for it. She’d lunge, she’d bleed, and occasionally black out for it.

Their mother never sided with her over it though. Stevie was the problem, not the little jerks of New Bellevoux Elementary or Middle. Jason took care of them though. Was he disappointed? Sure. But he was there. Always always there to make them feel more than just another problem in their mother’s long list.

It helped and so did his prodding for them to turn their attention away from the jerks and toward their passions. Art. Music. Writing. She did a little bit of everything, always carrying a pen or a pencil behind her ear. She was good. Excuse me, is good, cause that was their ticket out of New Bellevoux. An art school way way way away from NB.

Or it would have been if not for a certain rendezvous with a certain Tommy Duvall. They were friends. Really good friends despite the distaste he left in their mother’s mouth. And Jason’s too. But he was one of the few kids at the time that saw them for them and she wasn’t telling him to kick rocks for the reason everyone else told them to. And they were just having some fun. Partaking in some things they weren’t supposed to, in a place they weren’t supposed to and well– they were 18 and she…she was pretty sure she was a lesbian at that point. Guys were….eh, at best. But with their lack of judgment and their comfortability with Tommy? One thing led to another and…just once. Just to see.

Five weeks later, it was confirmed. She was pregnant and their world imploded.

Chaos ensued, not just in the normal way of like, oh yeah, your future is screwed, but the level in which their family reacted? Stevie expected it from their mother. The surprise came from Jason who had supported them in everything so steadfast up until this point. It was a big blow out, one that sent him to the nearest bar and them packing as just a few words from him made everything she ever knew to be true about their life unravel.

Those words? All this work and you still made the same stupid mistake I did– or something like that. She doesn’t quite remember. Only that next came the questions. He’d gotten someone pregnant? Who? When? Then his shut down, their attempt to leave, his attempt to control and their usual scoff. The usual roll of the eyes and the ok *dad* – something that was met with more fire than she had ever experienced and then…the click.

It all began to click into place. Jason. Their over involved, over protective, throw all his dreams away to stay here with them brother? Not their brother at all. It didn’t take long to prove it. A confrontation with their ‘mother’ settled it and Stevie was on their way out the door.

Being eighteen, there was nothing to keep them from it though looking back on it, being pregnant made it extra dumb. But so much was crumbling in so many directions.

It didn’t take long for them to come back. A few months. She didn’t say much and neither did they. She got a job, finally told Tommy– honestly everything leading up to Hayes’ birth and even a few months, maybe even years is a blur.

In that time she took off again. Going here and there, but never staying gone too long. Working this job and that job till she grew tired of it. Never really feeling settled or stable but putting in what work she felt she ‘had’ to take care of Hayes. Tommy wasn’t around much either, instead his parents helped out and of course Jason. But the latter was still just…strained.

It wasn’t until Hayes was about five that things began to shift. Why then? She couldn’t tell you. Just that she was tired. Tired of just…existing. Not in *that* way, but in the sense of doing the bare minimum in every part of life. It started with him– wanting to be better for him and then slowly for herself.

It wasn’t easy by any means. It still isn’t but in the last few years, things have been steady. Three years ago she stopped job hopping and started to apprentice at Wicked Tattoos. It had started as kind of a joke, them wanting to be a tattoo artist. She’d bought a tattoo gun at one of those treasure hunt blind box events and wanted to learn to use it. Turned out, she really enjoyed it and it spiraled into something serious. Just last year she graduated to a full time artist.

And all the pennies she’s been squirreling away for the last several years? She used to buy a fixer upper in Lafayette Hills. A place she’ll share with Hayes more often than not as Tommy has finally gotten his shit together too. They co-parent to the best of their abilities and yeah– things aren’t perfect. Not with him. Or Hayes. Or Jason. But they’re better and will be better. A bit at a time.

#(( about ))#newbellevouxintro

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teenageread · 2 years ago

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Review: Rain Remembers

Synopsis:

In the companion novel to the critically acclaimed Rain Rising , Rain must once again find the strength to rise above. The start of the school year is bringing a lot of changes for New school. No Circle Group. No Dr. McCalla. No Miss Walia. No step team. And Xander, her older brother and superhero, is away at college. Although everyone else seems okay with change, Rain struggles to open up to her new counselor, her mom, Umi, Alyssa, and even Xander, who seems to have forgotten all about her while away at college. But when an older boy starts giving Rain more attention than she asked for—will she be able to open up again before things go too far?

Plot:

Rain Washington is about to start high school, and like every other freshman she is nervous to leave her middle school behind. With Xavier in university, at home it becomes just Rain and her mom. When Xavier Facetimes her and asked about school, Rain finds it difficult to voice her fears outside. With none of her usual doctors, or her Circle Group, Rain finds herself lost in this new environment. Even Umi and Alyssa, her best friends, cannot help her all the time as they have different schedules than Rain. High school seemed like it was going to suck until Rain met Tommy. In her all grades gym class, Tommy is a sophomore, who thinks Rain is cute and texts her at night to ask about her day. Yet in the hallway, Tommy does not glance sideways at her, even as he walks right past her in their shared class. Tommy makes her feel like the prettiest girl in the world, but only when they are alone, and because of this, Rain finds it difficult to tell Umi and Alyssa what's going on. With crisis after crisis appearing in Rain's life as she tries to navigate her own environment, Rain begins to realize that her voice matters, and must find a way to allow herself to speak her truth.

Thoughts:

Courtne Comrie is back giving us this, honestly, short story about Rain and her first few months in high school. Comrie makes this novel unique as it is written in verse style, making the novel fly through your hands and making the plot happen quickly. As a sequel, Comrie hints at what happened to the first novel, but never explains it to readers who might (like me) just have read this novel. Referring to Xavier’s accident, Nara being an ex-friend, and the fact that Rain is going into high school holding anxiety due to the trauma from the first novel. Despite never explaining, Comrie makes it easy for readers to relate to Rain and see where she is coming from. From (what I assume) the first novel, there is less family dynamic in this novel. Rain lives with her mother, whom she rarely mentions, and Xavier just moved out but calls frequently. Seeing how caring Xavier is towards his sister is heartwarming, as their relationship dynamic is beautiful and uplifting, making you wish only the best for our sibling pair. Rain’s anxiety of new situations and not feeling comfortable in her own skin is something that I think all readers can relate to as it is something that we have all probably gone through. I really love how Comrie painted Tommy, as he’s the guy that I think everyone has met in their life, and is a good lesson for young readers to have as they see Tommy ignore Rain in public, only to text her when he’s alone. Where there is no overarching plot to the story, besides the Tommy romance, Comrie readers just take readers through the first few months of Rain’s life in high school and the obstacles that come her way, and how she overcomes them to lead a brighter future.

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#Rain Remembers #Courtney Comire #book review #Advance copy

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devondespresso · 8 months ago

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taking the invitation to add more recs and running with it to rec literally all of @momotonescreaming 's Stommy and Stomarol fics xgnxgnxgnchm (and one of mine at the very end 😅)

for Stommy she's got and his loving ways (reconciled stommy verse), a series of four (so far) fics that can be read together or standalone! The series isn't definitively completed but theres no cliffhangers or anything, it doesn't feel unfinished in the slightest and fics range from reconciliation-centric to domestic established relationship!

my personal favorite is the first fic (and the third but im trying to be concise here):

Hospital Blues (and a warm cup of tea)

Canon Divergent, Tommy Redemption | Rated T | 6,856 words | One Shot

“Hey Tommy, It’s Steve, um, but you probably knew that.” The message starts, and Tommy freezes. Feels himself halting in place, right there in the middle of the kitchen. They hadn’t spoken in months. Not since all that shit with the Wheeler chick last year. When she ruined everything. He forces himself to inhale, to breathe again, and listens to the rest of Steve’s message. “I’m just uh, ringing from the hospital."

ALSO MORE BELOW THE CUT 💕

and then for Stomarol:

Our Sweetness

Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, No Upside Down AU | Rated T | 1.4k | One Shot

“Friday we’re totally free,” Carol says, adjusting her posture. Finally. That was the thing about they dynamic they had, the relationship they had built — all three of them — was it was occasionally very, very, hard to find a time they were all free. No extracurriculars, no appointments, no other commitments with friends. “So date night? All of us?”

wrap it up baby i'm takin' you home

Established Relationship, Future Fic, Domestic Fluff | Rated M | 10k | One Shot

“We worry about you.” Steve says softly. Words almost falling into the open air, but not without purpose, without meaning. “Especially when you’re getting wound up for no good reason. You got this.” “Fucking told you,” Tommy says, and Carol kind of likes it how they’re both teaming up against her on this. Her boys, the both of them, looking out for her in their own way. “So are you gonna let us help you relax, or are you gonna continue to be a bitch about it?”

or Tommy and Steve take care of Carol

and one last Stomarol one by me that was inspired by how Momo writes these guys

Just Let Me Come Home by Devonias

| Post S2, Reconciliation, Hurt/Comfort | Rated T | 2.8K | One Shot

Steve opens his eyes, glances towards Hopper and finds him looking out into the dark ahead, warily. Steve follows his gaze, and his stomach turns.

There’s a powder blue convertible stalling in front of his house—roof uncharacteristically up and hiding the interior—haphazardly parked half off the road. The people in the front seat are arguing, and there’s smoke billowing out the back still like they’re ready to take off at any second.

Hop rolls closer, headlights lighting up everything. Steve leans forward to get a better look, and Tommy’s face turns around in the driver’s seat to look back at them.

Or: Steve, fresh out of the hospital after his second round with the upside down, finds his ex-friends loitering outside his house. And despite everyone's caginess, they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Stommy Starter Pack

Bella @bilbosmom-belladonna said she was getting into Stommy so I thought I'd do a fic rec list of my faves!!

This is by no means an exhaustive list, please feel free to post more Stommy recs in the replies!

If you're a Steddie shipper and you are just warming up to the idea of letting Tommy infiltrate your OTP try these Stommie (Steve, Tommy, Eddie - aka Frog Stack) Fics:

movie night by pizzabones aka @glitterfang Post S4 | Rated E | 9k | One Shot This is a series with 2 parts so far, with a 3rd one on the way

Nightly demodog attacks, a town that's held together by duct tape and sheer pettiness, a scrappy group of survivors living in Hawkins high and one, Tommy Hagan. After coming home to Hawkins to check on his family and running into a fair bit of trouble, Tommy manages to find himself roommates with none other than Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. It's actually not that bad all things considered. At least there's still porn at the end of the world.

Strange Overtones by WabiSabiPapi aka @arimakes Body Swap | Rated E | 38k | 4/4 Chapters

When he makes it to the small clearing, quick footsteps come up behind him, and before he can turn around, someone tries to shove him. Astonishingly, his center of gravity is on his side and he plants his feet in time, holding his ground. Spinning around, he puts his fists up and freezes when he sees himself panting and angry with fists clenched to his sides. “Woah, trippy,” Eddie remarks. Tommy dressed him poorly today—the absence of his battle vest is going to draw a lot of attention from his comrades. “What the fuck did you do to me, freak?!” “Tommy?” Eddie doublechecks, hopeful that their game of musical bodies is only between the two of them and not some other third party. “Yes! Did you fucking curse me? What the shit is this?!” ----- Eddie Munson and Tommy Hagan don't like each other and they don't have anything in common - or at least, that's what they think until one morning, they each wake up in the other's body.

MORE RECS BELOW THE CUT!

pretty secrets we share in the dark by poopypantsbennett aka @dontcallmeeds PWP | Rated E | 3k | One Shot

Then, a throat clears from the back of bedroom and Tommy’s entire universe becomes hell frozen over. Steve scrambles away from Tommy, takes his hand back. The loss of touch makes Tommy have to bite back a whine. “Well, don’t stop on my accord,” a somewhat familiar voice comes from a plume of smoke by the window. (Or Tommy and Steve get caught by everyone’s favorite stoner, Eddie Munson)

And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy by whateverokayFINE aka @batmunson666 PWP | Rated E | 4.5k | One Shot This is in a series with 2 parts so far

“You wanna kiss him?” Eddie’s voice is warm on his neck. The sun was starting to set. “Yeah.” or Tommy Hagan goes over to Eddie Munson's trailer to buy weed, sees that he’s not alone and the guy that he’s been in love with for years has been keeping his drug dealer company.

friend, love, freefall by @becomingfoxes Rated E | 10k | One Shot Plus there's some really lovely art in the fic!

Eddie leans into his face; his big, stupid, chocolate bambi eyes wide as he bats his eyelashes at Tommy and says, “Pretty, pretty please.” And really, Tommy tries not to react but he can’t help that his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and back up to his eyes. So he pushes at Eddie, just to get some distance and watches as he flops back onto the bed in a mess of uncoordinated limbs. “Jesus fuck.” He sniffs, “Sure, okay. We can watch your dumb, creepy doll movie.” “Yesss.”

And then if you want another fun threesome you can try Stomarol (Steve, Tommy, Carol)

and steve makes three by Adure aka @toburnup AU | Rated E | 8k | One Shot

"Steve doesn't like me." Tommy knows better than to lie. "He'll come around." He knows that the reason Steve hates Carol is the same reason that Tommy loves her. The same reason he loves Steve, really. They have the same bite, the same oil-slick filthy mouths that get them in trouble. They both smell like hairspray and bubblegum. They both like Tommy.

And then if you're ready for the full Stommy experience:

hold the line by pizzabones Post S4 | Rated E | 8k | One Shot

Standing at the precipice of a big change, Steve's dragged to a Hawkins High bonfire by Dustin. It feels like a personal low, showing up to a high school gathering at twenty. Oh well. It's fine, he'll be out of Hawkins soon enough. It just figures that Tommy Hagan, the last person he expected to run into tonight, is also standing in the keg line. As the poets (Toto) say, "love isn't always on time".

sidelong by Adure AU | Rated E | 6k | One Shot

Tommy draws his knees up toward him and leans his folded arms on top. He stares, unashamed, at the length of Steve's neck as he looks around. His chin. His nice smile. Tommy's drunker now that they're sitting in the brunt of the sun, and maybe that's why it takes a few extra seconds for him to realize that Steve's stopped talking. "Is there something on my face?" Steve asks, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. He looks confused. And he's waiting, because Tommy is slack-jawed and a little bit in love and he's really, really not ready for this shit. (Tommy can't help but look, and Steve can't stop catching him.)

here you come again by @cranberrymoons Post S4 | Rated E | 16k | One Shot

Vaguely, over the sound of a bland pop song playing in the background, he hears the squeak of a pair of sneakers come to a halt at the other end of the aisle. He turns his head toward the sound… and promptly fumbles the tube of Pringles he’d been reaching for. He bats at it with his hand in a futile attempt at catching it, instead knocking it further toward the ground like a spiked volleyball. He clears his throat. “Um.” The tube rolls across the linoleum and comes to a stop at Tommy Hagan’s feet. Steve stares at it for a long, agonizing beat of silence, then he looks back up at Tommy’s face. “Sorry.” Tommy raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s heart kicks in his chest. Steve and Tommy haven't talked in nearly three years. After everything, maybe the best way forward is back.

no pressure by Adure No Upside Down AU | Rated E | 11k | One Shot

Steve Harrington has the worst porn collection Tommy's ever seen. His own is better in every way, no doubt about it, and it seems like Steve agrees as he looks over the rows of tapes. "Which one's your favourite?" "Huh?" "Your favourite. Which one?" Steve asks again, slower this time. Makes Tommy feel slow, too, as he reaches over for a well worn tape near the top of the box. Steve gives him a smile that's sly enough to make Tommy feel like an idiot for saying it. For giving up something damning and getting shit-all in return, just Steve grabbing a fistful of his sleeve and pulling him toward the door. "Let's watch it." Steve kisses Tommy. It's a joke, it doesn't mean anything. There isn't an explanation for what happens after that.

After Everything by WabiSabiPapi Soulmate AU | Rated E | 23k | 4/4 Chapters

It's 2003 - nearly two decades after Eddie sacrificed himself to save Hawkins, leaving Steve behind to navigate a life without his soulmate. He has made his peace knowing that falling in love is not in the cards for him until one day, someone from his past shows up unexpectedly. Maybe it's not too late to find love, after all.

Again, this is not an exhaustive list, just some of my faves by my fave writers and friends! Would love recs (yes self recs too!!!) in the replies!!

#stommy #stomarol #fic recs #stommy fanfic #stommy rec list

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erodasfishtacos · 4 years ago

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HSLOT WASHINGTON D.C.

Like, comment, share, and come talk if you enjoyed the fic.

*inspired by this *

I write for free - so if you would like to support my work, you can donate here. (plus my bday is coming up in a week 😌)

Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

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aritamargarita · 3 years ago

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GOLDEN || 004

im like way behind on golden…my bad y’all don’t worry im still working on it! attitude was just getting a little TOO spicy—

i find this chapter pretty fun so i hope u guys find it fun too. i may have wrote a lot sorry lol MY BRAIN JUST KEPT GOING ,, ecw brainrot.

i feel like i should make a gif set or something of all the moves used in the future just for reference. deadass be writing them down from 2k22 then looking them up to see it for real lmao

YOU ALWAYS LIKED ECW. It’s your home away from home. A lot of the things you did were pretty unorthodox, but you found it easy to make things fun around the place.

Terry Funk, your mentor, always told you to bring whatever you had to the ring. To do your best and leave with nothing less.

Because you brought your best, the crowds of ECW had thought that you indeed, were the best. Every day you’d come into work, Terry would tell you how you’re always “a rising star”. He gave you more credit than any one else did in your wrestling journey, and you couldn’t help but to thank him enough.

After every practice, he’d harshly pat you on the back. He’d tell you there’s things to be worked on, that there’s always things you needed to be working on.

Despite this, you started thinking you truly were a star, a star in a beautiful galaxy millions of miles away from Earth.

Then, there’s that speck of dust, that insignificant, nearly burnt out star. The one that you’d never know if it was a plane or an actual star…

…..it’s just Tommy Dreamer. You didn’t like Tommy as much. You always thought he was trying to steal your spotlight and gain favor with Terry. He was mentoring him too, which meant the both of you were around each other a lot more. In a way, you two were like brother and sister. Even if you hated being referred to as such.

You absolutely hated how he came in like it was nothing. You came first. You’ve always been first. All of a sudden, he just comes in and tries to take your spot?? Absolutely not.

You knew that Tommy basically had no gimmick, which probably was the gimmick, but you didn’t really care. You found it funny he’s just trying to survive in the cesspool of extreme. He literally only wears a ECW t-shirt and pants. No type of gear, no type of drip!

They called him ‘The Innovator of Violence’. You don’t really see it, but you’ve seen his matches. He’s not terrible, but he couldn’t have been better than you. Sure, he can bleed. So can you!

You’ve bled before! The very first match you’ve had, you emerged victorious with half of your face covered in blood.

Luna Vachon was a rough opponent. She didn’t go easy on you and you were happy she didn’t take the easy route.

She’d toss you around the ring, hit you with kendo sticks and cookie trays, and even try to get you involved with the crowd. You both didn’t really like the crowd sometimes though. ECW fans could easily touch you, so the both of you would retreat right back into the ring.

The crowd immediately shifted gears when you brought out thumbtacks and scattered them across the ring. No one’s ever really seen it before. In fact, you’re the first to do it.

To make things fair, you agreed to land on the thumbtacks. You didn’t really mind, but neither did Luna. She decided to take a bump on them too.

That night, the both of you put on a show that no one would ever forget. The next show that you came out to, standing in the ring to give your final thoughts, you received a standing ovation from the audience, much to your surprise.

Paul Heyman had even shook your hand afterwards, telling you that he was impressed.

You were hopeful to give women’s wrestling a bigger name. Anything they could do, you could do better.

Most of your coworkers praised you after that. They told you how great you looked in the ring and the blood on your face was the cherry on top.

Though your coworkers regarded to you as “shy” and “quiet”, and maybe “too good for hanging out”, you figured they only were saying that because you always declined any after party invites. You’re just not interested.

It’s not that you were too good for it, you’re tired. Just like any other person would be. You’re fine with making friends and maybe going out places with them any other time, but you’re fine with staying in your hotel room for the remainder of the night.

Francine would often tell you what happened after, which makes you either feel left out or glad you didn’t even go.

Well, that’s not very important…

It’s a home show this time and incredibly exciting for you because Terry and Tommy had a match tonight, one that you were involved with. It’s a three-on-two match and if you can recall correctly, it’s against Raven and Cactus Jack..…

You knew of Terry’s issues with Raven, but you also knew of Tommy’s issues with him. The both of them have a lot going on. You’re the only one who doesn’t have any problem with him.

Raven’s strange. He would always stare at you whenever you’re nearby. It kinda made you nervous. The one time you caught him staring, he just smirked and exited out of the ring.

You feel like shit for wanting to know more and you still feel like shit for even engaging with him. It’s just wrong on so many levels. The fact you’re even interested in the enemy makes you want to scream.

You just couldn’t help it! Raven is mysterious.

“Hey. [Name]….”

You’re surprised to hear your name, too busy in your thoughts and adjusting your ring gear. You turn around to see Brian Pillman, holding something in a closed fist.

You should’ve known by his slightly raspy voice that it was him. What’d he want with you this time?

The crazed look in his eyes told you that this was about to be anything but normal. “I just won a fight against a giant pencil. The bookerman told me I did good. Then, I went outside to find this.”

He opens his hand to show you a dead grasshopper. That shit was HUGE.

You’re not entirely sure what to say at first, completely scared shitless at the bug. At this point, you should be used to it. He’s given you many bugs, some alive and some dead.

You’re not exactly ready to question the pencil part. “Thank you.” Even though it’s a strange gesture, you appreciate the thought. “…You sure this isn’t a locust??”

“Nah. Doesn’t taste like a locust.”

How does he know what a locust tastes like….? You don’t really want to question it. Actually, you’re curious to know if he tasted it before he killed it or after he killed it.

He grabs your wrist and you open your hand, letting him press the dead grasshopper into it. You’re not as scared as you thought you’d be, but damn it felt weird in your hand.

“Wow. It’s definitely…..a bug. What’s this about you and a giant pencil, by the way?”

Brian gives you a raspy chuckle. “I’m glad you asked…….”

You almost wish you didn’t ask.

For a moment, he’s serious. He doesn’t have that crazy look in his eye. Brian Pillman actually looks normal. “There’s a meaning behind that. It’s just how booking is these days.”

It’s safe to say you’re shocked he flipped the switch that quickly. It’s impressive. However, as soon as you started thinking that….

He starts to wickedly smile. “And I kicked that pencils ass! It choked me, stabbed me, but I pinned it, for the 1, 2, 3. [Name], I need your help next time. The pencil says it’s got friends. A smoking pink Dixon Ticonderoga. If I get my smoking hot co-worker to help me, we can beat the evil pencils.”

You’re not sure what to dissect first. The fact he called the pencil smoking or the fact he called you smoking. “…Okay.” You willingly agree though. You’ll help Brian fight a pencil. It’s not exactly the craziest thing you’ve ever done, but if he says it has a meaning behind it, then fine.

You don’t have a lot of time though, your match is next and you wanted to be early to ensure Terry wouldn’t get mad at you. “Listen, I’ll talk to you later. Tonight’s really important and I’ve got a match.”

“Can’t wait.” He reaches over and pats your head.“We’re gonna take their graphite.”

Woohoo, taking the pencils graphite! Whatever that means…

It’s the last match of the night. You walk in front of Terry and Tommy as you three walk towards the ring. Neither of them hold their hands out for any high fives, but you were nice enough to give them some.

One by one you enter the ring. You allow the other two to get in first, so you can wipe your shoes against the apron. Terry proudly nods at your sign of respect and you bend down to enter through the ropes.

The crowd chants your name. Once you get to the center of the ring, you throw your arms out in response. Tommy comes over and stands in front of you on purpose.

“Dude—move!” You complain. “Get your own spotlight!”

“I’ve got one right here!” He shoots back.

“Hey! You two, separate now.” Terry ordered. He doesn’t feel like hearing you two arguing, especially when he’s about to cut a promo.

You two listen, with you leaning on the turnbuckles in the corner and Tommy idly walking around the ring.

Terry takes the microphone from the announcer. “I’ve got just one thing to say. Forever, forever, forever and ever, Cactus Jack, I will remember what happened last time forever, you asshole! Bring it on!”

For whatever reason, they never really let you interfere in the matches until tonight. Everything was about Tommy and Terry. It made you mad and most importantly it made the crowd mad.

Luckily, you’re finally able to do what you do best.

Before he can give the mic away, you motion for him to hand it over. You’ve got some words too. Terry gives it to you. All eyes were on you and you’d hope you don’t fumble. You never do, but sometimes the nerves sneaks up on you.

“How low can you get to try and ruin a legends career? This is Terry Funk! He’s someone to look up to. Someone that everyone in the back should be looking up to. Most importantly, he’s our mentor. It’s right for us to feel angry. We’re pissed. How dare a couple of low lives try and torment him?!”

You take a moment to dramatically catch your breath.

“Tonight, Cactus Jack and Raven, you two are going to pay dearly for what you’ve done. We all know he’s planning on retiring. If this is one of his final matches…then he’ll go out with a bang.”

You kindly hand the mic to the referee. Truth be told, you just wanted to add your two cents in tonight. You retreat to stand in one of the ring corners.

Cactus Jack’s music hits and he comes out alongside Raven. Once they get ringside, they don’t come in of course, instead circling it like sharks.

You can feel a hand brush up against your ankle, trying to go up towards your calf. You jolt, moving away to turn around and see what the hell it was.

Lo-and-behold, it was Raven. He looks up at you, then circles back around as if he hadn’t touched you. Weirdo.

No one was making any sudden moves, which causes Cactus to grab a mic. “Why don’t you stop wasting my fucking time and bring your ass out here?! Come on, Terry!” Cactus & Raven slide into the ring, but Tommy and Terry slide back out.

You don’t entirely leave the ring, instead deciding to stay on the ring apron until one of them had their back turned. You’re gonna get one of them, that’s for sure. Whether it’s Cactus Jack or Raven, someone’s about to get a hurricanrana.

Raven comes over to you. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t smirk. There’s a neutral look on his face and it makes you smile. He expected you to do something, maybe even slap him, but you’re wise enough to leave it until they’re caught off guard.

Once he turns away from you, you quickly scramble out and climb onto the top turn buckle.

The crowd cheers at you, ready to see what you’ll do. In order for this to work, he needed to turn around again. You whistle to catch his attention.

He turns and you immediately jump off, giving him a hurricanrana and flinging him across the ring. You’re the first to make a move, which causes Tommy to spring into action.

While Cactus is busy looking in awe, Tommy strikes him from behind, knocking him down. The bell rings, signifying the beginning of the match.

Raven’s stunned, crawling over to get up on the ropes for leverage. For some reason, he’s holding his hand out, asking for a mic. There’s no way he’s got something to say after you hit a move on him like that!

“That was….” He falters, still holding onto a rope. “That was nothing. I’m used to having my head in between your legs, so try…again, [Name]!”

The crowd gasps and so do you. Tommy looks at you in confusion and you’re genuinely not sure what to do.

“I-I…” You stutter. You don’t have a mic, but it’s very easy to tell what you’re saying. “No—I don’t even know why he would say that!”

“Terry Funk, you think that protege of yours, you……you think she’s such an angel huh?!”

Raven’s talking too much, a little too much for your own good. He’s so used to having his face in between your legs, right? Well right now, you’re about to shut up him for good.

Because he’s already kneeling, it’s pretty easy for you to come over and kick him down. The mic makes a static noise after he drops it, and you roll him over onto his stomach quickly.

He groans in pain and you roll over on top of him, using your legs to capture him in the Code of Silence. You use one hand to hold your foot in place, doing your best to make the hold tighter.

“You know so much, huh?! HUH?!” You scream. He puts his hand on your leg, trying his best to pry you off. “Tell us what else, Raven! What do you have to say?!” The crowd is still bewildered from what Raven said, but were still cheering you nonetheless.

Raven didn’t make the attempt to tap, but he was doing his hardest to try and get you to release him. He’s already tried prying you off, he squeezed your thigh, tried smacking it, did just about everything in the book. Why did it feel like he was groping you??

You just wouldn’t let him go. Terry finally comes into the ring to try and coax you to get off of Raven. He just wasn’t worth it. The guy needed some fighting chance. “[Name], get off that boy!” He yells, coming over to you two. “He’s done! Let him go!”

He really was. He was on the verge of passing out, his grip on you becoming weaker. He was digging his nails into your skin, leaving indents as he pushed. You were so angry you hadn’t even noticed, and you didn’t even feel it until you came back to Earth.

Terry’s got to pull you off of him. Raven’s hacking and sputtering on the ground and you stretch your legs out a bit. It felt like forever you were holding him like that, but you felt pretty satisfied. Maybe he’ll shut up for the rest of the night.

Terry pats your shoulder, then raises his voice loud enough so you can hear him. “He ain’t worth it. Just relax. If you know he’s lying, let ‘em lie. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

You nod, backing off and stepping away.

Tommy picks up a nearly unconscious Raven, and the two begin to laying into one another with strikes. Terry goes over to Cactus Jack, dealing with him as well.

It’s obvious they didn’t want you to do the dirty work. All of the men got out of the ring and you look bored as hell. They’re more than likely grabbing chairs, but it doesn’t make it any more fun than it is.

As soon as you see Stevie coming out with a shit ton of other weapons in a shopping cart (more than likely for Raven’s usage only), you take this opportunity to get onto the outer ropes.

Stevie’s cool! You like Stevie. He likes you too. He thought you were one of the nicer ones in the promotion. Unfortunately, when you’re in the ring, you tend to bully him a little bit.

A shame you’d have to do this to him. You wait for a second for him to move away from the shopping cart.

He looks up at you with a smile. Damn. He doesn’t have a clue in the fucking world. You run across the apron and jump off towards him for a Diving Meteora. You two land scarily close to the guardrail. The area surrounding the ring was pretty small, so as soon as you land, you scramble off of him.

“You okay?!” You whisper. You really hope he didn’t hit his head on that metal.

“Fine!” He responds. Good, now you can boast all you please. You grab Stevie by the hair and you turn to look over at the ring. There are a shit ton of weapons sprawled around the mat.

You really can’t even look away for a split second! Raven’s already bleeding, you’ve got Terry who’s definitely about to blade at any second, and then there’s Tommy who’s sliding out the ring to come towards you.

“Put him in the shopping cart!” Tommy yells, dumping out what was in the cart.

“GET IN THE FUCKING CART STEVIE!” You scream. It’s not like he could say no either. You and Tommy were already manhandling him into the shopping cart.

“Sorry!” You whisper, but then get behind the handle and push it down the aisle. You send the cart right into the ring post. After he collided with it, Tommy ends up flipping the cart onto its side, just to add salt in the wound.

It suddenly comes to you that Terry is on his own in the ring. You’re concerned, but notice he’s handling himself pretty well. He used a caution sign to whack Cactus over the head.

You’re not even sure if you want to try and get back in the ring. You don’t want to trip on anything. Then again, maybe there’s something you can grab on the side and whack Stevie with it.

Yes indeed. An ode from the Sandman, there’s a kendo stick lying nearby. With one quick glance to Stevie, you grab the stick, then whack him with it.

That ‘crack!’ sound was so loud, it stunned you and the people sitting nearby for a minute. He’ll be down for a while. Fuck it, you’re getting back into the ring.

There’s no referee. None whatsoever. Raven goes over to pin Terry, but you grab his ankle and pull him off to the best of your ability.

He sluggishly stands up to look at you. You’re quick to the punch, rearing your hand back and slapping him across the face. Raven stumbles, nearly losing his footing.

With the new smear of blood on your hand, you turn it around and lick it off.

As of now, it’s just you and Raven in the ring. You’ve got half a mind to pull him back into the Code of Silence….

Nah. You probably shouldn’t do that. Instead, you’ll target that pretty little head of his. You reach over and pull his hair, then slam him down to the mat.

Raven holds the back of his head, but you don’t give him any time to breathe. You come over and put your foot on each side of his head, then grab his arms and lift him up.

You let him go after a few minutes and he brings his hands back up into his hair, the stinging feeling making him roll around. You lean down, picking up a small tuft of hair that was left behind.

Oops…..you kinda snatched him bald. You hold it up to the crowd, who cheer in response. What a souvenir!

That’s what he gets for talking. You don’t feel bad. You get down and try to pin him….

AND THERE’S STILL NO REFEREE! What the fuck! You get off of him, resting on your knees. You’re not exactly tired, just exasperated.

Suddenly, something whacks you in the back of the head. You fall face first to the mat, a shot of pain flaring through your head. Cactus somehow had gotten the best of Terry and attempted to save Raven.

He tosses the speed limit sign to the side, then brings you up. Lifting you up fully, he turns you upside down for a hard Scoop Slam.

Once you hit the mat, you roll over in pain. That shit HURT!! Truth be told, you should be used to it at this point but man….

It made it even worse you landed on a stray VCR. You’re definitely going to need a massage after this.

Before either men could try and come for you again, you slide out of the ring. “Tommy! What the fuck are you doing?!” You yell, pointing up towards the ring.

Tommy was too busy going through the weapons on the floor. He wanted to see which was the best one…he’s literally wasting time.

“WHERE’S FUNK?!?!” You scream next, waiting for him to respond.

At first, Tommy’s paying you no mind. Sorting through his options and pulling out a cheese grater. Then he turns to you with a shrug.

Terry was nowhere to be found. More than likely he’s probably on the floor somewhere, but you’re still pretty pissed.

Tommy gets into the ring, taking down Cactus and using the grater on his forehead. Finally, he does something useful. There’s more blood.

You’re used to all of it. Even though it was pretty annoying to get out of clothes, there’s nothing peroxide couldn’t do. Unless someone uses a weapon on you or you blade, you’re not really going to bleed tonight.

Terry gets rolled back into the ring, completely knocked out. There he is! And there’s still no referee, so there’s no way they could get a proper pin fall.

Until Bill Alfonso and Taz just walked out, the both of them in referee gear. No fucking way.

You sigh, resting your head onto the ring apron. It is so hard to keep up sometimes. Cactus goes in for the pin, but Terry kicks out at 2.

You were just about to come and pull him off. Thank goodness he kicked out.

Bill starts to stomp Terry out, then Taz starts pummeling him with punches. Tommy’s in the ring to stop both of them, but Raven gets the jump on him.

…After a few more minutes of that, they just leave. Like, what? Sometimes you don’t understand this show. You wonder if Heyman told them to come out.

The actual referee for this match finally shows up, signifying that this match is coming to a close. Tommy grabs Raven, giving him a DDT onto the chair. Then gets him back up for a Piledriver.

Though you’re finally starting to feel tired, you run and bounce off the ropes to Basement Dropkick Raven onto flat the mat.

Terry crawls in very slowly, battered and bruised. He’ll get the final pin. It’s a slow count, but before you know it, the match is over.

Time of pinfall was 14 minutes. It felt much longer than that. You need a second to catch your breath. Despite it there being a lot happening in just one match…

…you’re more than happy to do it again tomorrow.

i had to simplify most of the match jesus it was a whole bunch of nothing WHERE ARE DA MOVES AT?! like everyone’s hitting each other with stuff okay cool. now why is bill alfonso & taz showing up LMAO???? im telling you guys ecw is insane. november to remember 1995 was referenced by the by

i was watching this interview and stevie said something like “the promotion is an angle in itself because everyone has something to do with each other”… that was so real. reader only apologizing to him and no one else >>

pillman and reader vs the evil pencils coming soon. they’ll bond a little better i fear

#wwe golden series #wwe imagine #wwe various x reader #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #ecw x reader #listen i was confused as hell watching the match #i don’t even have any tags. It’s just here.#IF Y’ALL WATCHED EUPHORIA #READER DID A CASSIE LINE LMAO

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1-800-sexy-mad · 1 year ago

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Okay this post got more attention than I expected so here's a little elaboration beneath the cut! :)

The au takes place in the distant future in a divergent timeline from our own with more advanced technology thanks to a tech singularity. Think cybernetics, brain chips, etc.

Consequently people are super dependent on technology to just get through the day or keep entire parts of their body functioning. all the power for this tech comes largely from solar energy, or just 'solar' in slang

The city of Sycamore, where this fic takes place, was overcrowded before the singularity but got even worse afterwards. In the past several years, more and more apartments have been built on top of existing buildings until some are 50 stories tall with apartment after apartment haphazardly built on top of one another. the rich live up high, where the sunlight is, and the poor live below, where it's much darker.

Thanks to a government upheaval around 20 years before the story, there are no public accessible places for sunlight any more :(

This leads to Willow (c!wilbur but I made her transgender), otherwise known as the hacker W1L, starting the Movement for Obtainable Free Solar, or MOFS, and recruiting most of the main (lmanburg leaning) cast of dsmp characters!

Tommy is a scrapper who gives some of his findings to Tubbo in exchange for a couch to crash on. He also acts as Tubbo's sunlight gatherer, since he long ago figured out a way up to the rooftops to get sunlight (dodging security bots on the rooftops and deterrents for people like him along the way) He's also attached to retro tech like a Walkman he stole (unknowingly, from Willow) years ago, and Tubbo laughs at him for this. I also keep wanting to write in that he and Tubbo watch Seinfeld together for some reason it's like I'm being called to do it but I can't justify it in this universe He also has an AI assistant in his brain that he named Clementine who is there to be his friend and partner in monologuing and I love her

Tubbo is a DIYer (someone who makes, and often implements, their own cybernetics) who replaced an arm and a leg with guns and also replaced both of his eyes. He works as a contractor for Schlatt Co., one of the largest cybernetics manufacturers, and has never been higher than five floors off the ground. Truthfully, he prefers the darkness and solidity of his workshop to anything close to the sky, anyways.

Niki is the daughter of two engineers, and consequently the most technophobic person around. She's the only person in the group who has no cybernetics or tech at all. This makes her the best candidate in the group for infiltrating high society, since most of the elite don't show off their cybernetics and prefer to appear entirely human. Also she has a real gun with real bullets as opposed to the more advanced, light- or laser-based guns most people carry now.

Jack Manifold is a former security robot who was pushed off of the roof he was guarding by Tommy about a year ago. Niki found him and repaired him enough that he could function again, but he also developed a personality, wants, and desires. His main desire, currently, is to kill Tommy, who has no memory of pushing Jack off the roof at all.

Technoblade is a massive hunk of metal. He used to be a regular guy (and, decades ago, a bounty hunter-for-hire working with corrupt corporations), but has slowly modded his entire body until he's become nearly completely robotic. His brain is the only thing left of his original body, and that's only because he can't exactly DIY his own brain away, but he's working on it.

Willow is an idealistic hacker, daughter of Philza, and leader of M.O.F.S. She has big dreams but is a little erratic and all over the place in their execution. Over the course of the story she comes to care for the members of her movement, but despite this, her actions become increasingly detrimental not only to herself but to everyone around her.

So that's my #brief summary of my cyberpunk au!! If you have any questions feel free to send me an ask or something I LOVEEE TALKING ABOUT THIS!!! Also thank you to everyone who showed interest on the og vers of this post ive been working on this with my friends for a few months and its been great to know people wanna read it :)

the year is 2024 I am writing a dsmp cyberpunk au that has way too much thought put into it and no resemblance to the original story of dsmp. maybe 4 people ever will read it. this is who I was always meant to be

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 4 years ago

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Expanding on the “Schlatt’s book made Dream self-aware” theory

Okay, I know this theory sounds ridiculous...but hear me out.

I haven’t for the life of me been able to come up with any other possibilities for what this mystery’s answer could be, but now I’ve had the idea.

What if Schlatt’s book made Dream self-aware?

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Let’s go over what we know about Schlatt’s book.

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With regards to the prison, which Dream mentions the book pertains to:

Dream: “It’s just an option, because if you can’t kill somebody, you might need to lock them up.”

“I have someone in mind, but we might have to wait to do that.”

Bad: “It’s gonna be Tommy.”

Dream: (chuckles) “Tommy’s exiled. I think, for now...Tommy could end up in it, it just depends...if he does more evil, bad stuff, but...”

(They discuss the Crimson a little, as it had just been discovered that day)

Dream: “Speaking of creepy things...I actually have not ever to this point brought this up, so this is interesting...Do you remember whenever I switched sides? I was helping Pogtopia and I was trying to...mostly just ‘cause I didn’t like L’manburg, and Manberg, and I didn’t like their government, and I switched sides to Schlatt.”

“But the reason I switched sides was because he gave me something in order to switch sides to him, and I mentioned that...”

Bad: “What’d he give you? I remember that! What’d he give you?”

Dream: “He gave me something...very, very, very good. BUT -- that card is always up my sleeves until...until I need it.”

“I won’t go into specifics, but what he gave me was a book.”

Bad: “What kind of book?”

Dream: “The book.”

Bad: “But what kind of book?”

Dream: “A book with massive value.”

Sam: “A book containing what, exactly?”

Sam: “Maybe information? Oh! He gave him--”

Sam and Dream at the same time: “--information.”

Bad: “Information about what?”

Dream: “Mmmm...I think that it puts me in danger if people know I have this information. I can’t clarify what it is, otherwise -- I don’t think -- you wouldn’t -- it wouldn’t be a danger to you, but to other people, that...”

Bad: “Oh...okay. I’m really curious now.”

Dream: “I...we’ll find out.”

Sam: “Wait, so you’re saying...Schlatt traded you information to join his side, which you accepted, so it must’ve been valuable.”

Dream: (chuckles) “I think it’s the most valuable thing on the server!”

...

Dream: “I think that, in pertaining to the prison, it may be important, but -- so maybe I’ll have to tell you guys once the prison’s construction is done, but...we’ll see.”

“I think you wouldn’t believe me if I told you what he gave me.”

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Now, let’s go over what Dream had been acting like up until the point that he turned.

- He had fought alongside Tommy and Techno in the Battle of the Lake.

- He was willing to trade a disc to get Spirit’s leather back from Skeppy. He still cared about Spirit.

- He claimed that he’d had a change of heart about L’manburg, that Schlatt was worse than Wilbur because he threatened the peace between their nations that had persisted up until that point.

- He supported Quackity during the Election because he figured that Quackity having a cabinet member from Dream SMP and a cabinet member from L’manburg would be an excellent way to maintain a truce between the factions. He did not vote for Schlatt. He said he “endorsed justice.”

He had some sort of humanity to him, some sort of moral compass.

- And, very importantly...

He'd been repeatedly outsmarted by Tommy.

In the Disc War, in the Railway Skirmish, the Spirit Scam? Tommy kept slipping away with leverage against him.

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So how do these points add up to self-awareness?

Well, let’s go through ‘em!

- Schlatt. That guy in particular.

The only guy to have permanently died twice. Tommy referred to Schlatt’s ban as the first “death” of the server while he was in exile, and it makes sense that Schlatt’s ban would be seen as a canon death - it influenced Tommy’s character arc and was treated like a death in the story.

And when Schlatt came back...well, he was a little bit different, wasn’t he? Somehow, he was always several steps ahead despite being an “idiot.” Time and time again, he kept pulling out the tricks he had up his sleeve. Time and time again, he was more aware than he let on.

Pogtopia never outsmarted him. Ever.

He knew something no one else did.

And now that Dream knows what he knows, notice how he hasn’t been outsmarted by Tommy ever since? Tommy’s tried, but it didn’t work. Now, Dream always seems to be several steps ahead. Always pulling the strings. Always saying the right things.

- It puts Dream in danger if people know, yet doesn’t apply as much to Sam and Bad.

Having self-awareness makes you incredibly powerful. Of course Dream wouldn’t want that information falling into the wrong hands.

But why not Sam and Bad?

Well, what do those two have in common?

Not only are they neutral parties, but they’re both two of the original eight members of the server. They both keep memory of a time before Tommy. Before plot. They’d be shocked to know, sure, but they likely wouldn’t turn on Dream for it. They’ve been here before the Story.

- It’s information. And it’s the most valuable thing on the server.

Think about that for a second. Dream said that the only thing he cares about now are the discs, because they give him power over Tommy.

But this piece of information is somehow more important than those discs. It supersedes them. The discs are the entire plot! And yet this is more important.

Perhaps even the script itself?

- With regards to the prison and its prisoner, Dream kept talking about the future. Someone who’s a threat now or in the future. Sure, Dream’s smart and can plan well, but this is a long, long game plan to have over the course of several weeks.

And what is Pandora’s Vault if not one giant plot point to avoid killing off characters? The prison is meant for a person who Dream can’t kill.

Dream can’t kill off Tommy, because that would end the story.

- It’s so shocking that the other characters wouldn’t believe it if Dream told them. I’d say gaining self-awareness is pretty surprising, right?

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So, Dream’s lost all care for anything on the server except for the discs. He no longer cares about Spirit, or even his friends, just the discs, because Tommy cares about the discs.

The discs are what keeps Tommy fighting. Now that L’manburg’s gone, it’s the only thing that’s keeping Tommy fighting. He’s willing to die trying to take them back.

I’ve mentioned in previous posts how Dream’s character motivations seem eerily similar to the writers’ motivations in the meta -- to keep the story going, to keep everything entertaining and fun, to make the SMP thrive.

That’s the only thing that seems to keep him going right now. He doesn’t care about anything else. The discs are important because they keep the story going. As long as Tommy keeps fighting for the discs, Dream’s story will never end either.

Tommy wants the endgame, but Dream would never let him get there. Not on his watch.

Because Tommy’s right: Dream is scared of him. Tommy’s the only one who can end the story.

Dream wants the story to keep going. He wants it to keep beginning again and again, and never end.

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He said this when Wilbur blew up L’manburg, starting the story anew:

“This is the start, Tommy. It may feel like the end, but this is literally just the beginning.”

And now:

“In all destruction, there is a new beginning.”

“Beautiful, you know? The unfinished symphony, right?”

“Tommy? I’m not done with you. Y’know, our story’s not over -- L’manburg’s story is over -- our story’s not over.”

“I don’t think our story will ever be over, Tommy.”

“I think that...you’re just too fun."

And of course...

“...It’s just a game.”

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