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thepinkpanther83 · 1 month ago

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Student Body (Pt.2 Pushing Boundaries)

Chapter Two: “Pushing Boundaries”

Eddie Munson x Mrs. O'Donnell

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Chapter Two: “Pushing Boundaries”

She was late to her own class.

Well, technically, she wasn't late; she was behind. Behind on prep, behind on grading, behind on whatever version of professional composure she was supposed to have after a 7:30 a.m. heart attack disguised as a mixtape and a dime bag.

Now it was third period, and she’d been stuck in her own head all morning, spiraling through snippets of their conversation like it had been some kind of fever dream. A fever dream with soft brown eyes, really good cheekbones, and very bad ideas.

She stood at the front of the room, chalkboard chalk in one hand, trying to focus on her lecture- something about Hemingway and the art of subtext, but all she could see in her mind’s eye was the way Eddie had looked at her when he said “I see you, y’know.”

The nerve. The nerve of that boy.

Her eyes flicked up mid-sentence as the door creaked open.

Late, as usual.

Eddie Munson strolled in like he owned the building, boots heavy, eyes already locked on hers. That grin- lazy, knowing, just shy of insolent, was locked and loaded. “Mrs. O., looking lovely as ever.”

The class stilled. A few smothered snickers rippled through the room.

She didn’t miss a beat.

“See me after class, Mr. Munson.”

Immediate titters. One girl in the back gasped theatrically. Someone whispered, “he’s dead,” with a little too much glee.

Eddie froze for a heartbeat, then lifted both brows, gave her an innocent: Who me? shrug, and slinked into his seat at the back of the class.

If she wasn’t already pissed off, she might’ve laughed.

Instead, she turned back to the board.

Don’t engage. Don’t smile. Don’t think about how he smelled. God, what was that cologne? It smelled like a leather jacket made love to a pine forest in October.

Nope. Focus. Hemingway. Icebergs. Repression.

She cleared her throat. “As I was saying-”

“I bet track five hit right when you were curling your lashes.”

She blinked.

Wrong voice. Wrong memory.

“-the subtext of dialogue is often more important than what’s actually said…”

“I wasn’t trying to get you in trouble. I was trying to make you smile.”

Dammit.

Her grip on the chalk tightened. She could feel his gaze on her. Knew he was watching her like she was just another riddle in his game- waiting to see if she'd fold, crack, react.

She wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

I see you, y’know.

Oh, she hated how that line echoed.

Because the worst part was… he had. He’d seen the stress behind her lipstick and tenure-track smile. Seen the weariness behind her spine-straight poise. And he dared to use it. With charm. With confidence. With that goddamn grin that made her want to deck him or kiss him depending on the barometric pressure.

Behind her, he snorted under his breath.

Not loud. Not disrespectful.

But enough.

She spun sharply. “Mr. Munson. Since you’re feeling participatory today, what do you think Hemingway meant when he said the dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water?”

A pause.

Eddie leaned back, slouched like a rock star waiting for a sound check, twirling a pencil between his fingers like a drumstick.

He met her eyes and smirked.

“I think he meant… that the real weight of a thing is hidden. That the heavy stuff’s down deep. Where people don’t look unless they want to drown.”

Silence.

Someone muttered, “Whoa.”

She stared at him, throat dry. He didn’t look smug anymore. He looked serious.

Dammit.

“…Correct,” she said, voice stiff. “Well put.”

Eddie gave her a lazy salute. “Thanks, Teach.”

And then- just for a split second, he winked at her.

She inhaled sharply through her nose.

Oh, she was going to kill him.

Right after she figured out how to stop fantasizing about what else he could do with those hands.

After Class – The Moment the Door Clicks Shut

The second the latch caught, Eddie spun on his heel, arms wide, grin wild.

“Okay, okay… before you murder me-”

She didn’t give him the chance.

One sharp step forward, finger jabbing into his chest, backing him up until his shoulders hit the door with a soft thud. Her voice was low, dangerous, the kind of quiet that made his pulse kick.

“You winked at me.”

Eddie blinked. Then smirked. “Yeah.”

“In front of twenty-seven other students.”

His grin widened. “Yeah.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to get me fired?”

Eddie tilted his head, studying her- the flush on her cheeks, the way her breath hitched just slightly when she was pissed. He could smell her perfume again, something warm and sweet, like vanilla and trouble.

“Nah,” he said, easily. “Just tryin’ to see if you’d blush.”

She growled. Actually growled.

Eddie’s smirk turned downright sinful.

“Oh, come on,” he murmured, voice dropping, rough around the edges. “You liked it.”

She opened her mouth- probably to eviscerate him, but he cut her off, leaning in just enough to make her breath catch.

“You liked that I see you,” he continued, softer now. “That I get you. That I know you listened to that tape and thought about me while you did.”

Her lips parted.

Eddie’s gaze flicked down to them. Just for a second.

Then back up.

“And you definitely liked that I made you laugh.”

Silence.

Her chest rose and fell. His did the same.

She didn’t move.

Neither did he.

Then Eddie, the bastard, had the audacity to grin again. Slower this time. Lethal.

“You ever notice,” he said, voice velvet-dark, “how you only call me Mr. Munson when you’re either grading my essays or trying not to think about what my hands are doing in your imagination?”

Her breath hitched- just barely, but it was enough.

He leaned in further, tilting his head like he was about to kiss her, like he could kiss her, if either of them were stupid or brave enough.

“Lucky for both of us,” he murmured, “I’m getting real good at extra credit.”

Then, just as she started to sway toward him, just as her fingers might have done something stupid, like clench around the fabric of his jacket, he stepped back.

Hands raised. Innocent. Or as innocent as Eddie Munson ever got.

“Gotta jet,” he said lightly. “Physics waits for no man. Or delinquent.”

She blinked, dazed, as he backed toward the door.

He caught the handle, then paused. Looked at her one last time- eyes smoldering, jaw tense with something deeper than mischief.

“I meant what I said, though. You look beautiful this morning.”

Then he slipped out the door, leaving her breathless, furious, and perilously close to not caring if anyone saw.

Smoke Break – Between Classes

It was fourth period. She didn’t teach again until fifth, and the sun was out, weak but warm enough for her to claim five stolen minutes outside the staff entrance, a cigarette perched between her fingers like a lifeline.

She'd just lit it when a voice drifted in from around the corner.

“You know, I always figured you were a menthol girl.”

Her head whipped around.

There he was.

Leaning against the brick like it owed him money, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, hair wild in the breeze, and that same unreadable expression from earlier, less smug now. More... searching.

“What are you doing out here?” she asked, flicking ash to the pavement.

Eddie shrugged. “Told Mrs. Gracey I had a stomachache.”

“Do you?”

“Nah.” He tipped his head. “I just wanted some fresh air. And maybe a little company.”

She exhaled slowly. Smoke curled between them.

“You shouldn’t be out here.”

“Probably not,” he agreed. “But neither should you, and here we are.”

They stood there for a beat, quiet but not awkward. She took another drag. He watched her like she was the cigarette.

“You always look like that after I rattle you?” he asked eventually, voice softer now. Almost gentle.

She scoffed. “Rattle me?”

“Yeah.” He gave her a sideways glance. “All flushed and fidgety and tryin’ real hard to act like you’re not thinking about kissing me.”

She went still.

Eddie stepped closer, slow and careful, until they were nearly toe to toe.

“But you are, aren’t you?” he said. “Thinking about it.”

She didn't answer.

His hand brushed hers, barely grazing her knuckles as she held the cigarette.

A spark. Static. More than that.

Eddie’s voice dipped low again. “Maybe someday soon, you’ll let me show you just how good I am at not being a kid.”

And then, like he hadn’t just shattered her resolve again, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her to the smoke, the silence, and the burn in her chest that had nothing to do with nicotine.

Later That Night – Outside Her House

The knock at her door came just past midnight.

Duke lifted his head from where he’d been sprawled across her lap, ears twitching. She froze, fingers still tangled in his fur, heart suddenly hammering. No one knocked this late. No one ever knocked.

Then-

"Mrs. O?"

That voice. Rough around the edges, quieter than usual, but unmistakable.

She exhaled sharply, fingers tightening in Duke’s fur. The cat gave her a disgruntled look before hopping down, fat, fluffy tail flicking as he stalked off.

She stood.

Walked to the door.

Paused.

Eddie Munson stood on her porch, backlit by the dim glow of the streetlamp, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looked different like this- softer, somehow. Less of the classroom showman, more of the boy beneath. His hair was wind-tousled, his leather jacket creaking faintly as he shifted his weight.

"Eddie… you," she said, voice low, "are not supposed to be here."

He grinned, slow and crooked. "Yeah. I know."

Silence stretched between them.

Then-

"You didn’t call me Mr. Munson just now," he pointed out.

Her lips parted.

Eddie took a step forward, just one, until the toes of his boots brushed the threshold. Close enough that she could smell him- leather, weed, that stupid cologne that had been haunting her all day.

"I thought about what you said," he murmured. "About following through."

Her breath hitched.

Eddie’s gaze dropped to her mouth, then back up, dark and searching.

"So," he said, voice rough, "you gonna let me in, or are we doing this on the porch?"

The air between them crackled.

She swallowed audibly.

Hesitated a moment longer.

Then, slow, deliberate, she stepped aside.

Eddie’s grin turned wicked.

And just like that-

The game changed.

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brbsoulnomming · 2 years ago

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 11

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Time passes in bits and pieces. He hears screaming, and crying, and loud voices, and he thinks he feels himself moving, but mostly it's just stretches of nothingness broken up by radiating waves of pain.

The first thing that filters through with any kind of recognition is, of all things, Erica Sinclair.

She's completely tearing down Steve, calling him a moron with an overinflated sense of his own abilities and an underdeveloped sense of self-preservation, and a liar, and describing in intricate detail the exact size, shape, and heat of the fire that's going to consume him because of said lying.

Eddie absolutely has to see this, and he forces his eyes open, faintly registering the blurry form of a brilliant, defiant Erica Sinclair, but nothing else.

"Come over here," Steve says softly, from - somewhere, Eddie can hear his voice but can't see him.

"I'm not a baby, I don't need a hug." Her eyes have this glassy sheen, though, and her lower lip wobbles, and -

Oh, oh no, Eddie regrets opening his eyes, because he's not sure he's capable of handling seeing her cry.

"I need a hug," Steve says from wherever he is.

Erica gathers herself up, launching herself at - something, and Eddie blinks a few times to try to get his vision to clear. His head feels foggy as he attempts to turn it, like he's moving through thick, clouded water.

Or maybe jello.

Oh, there's Steve. He has his arms around Erica and she's all curled up into him, like she's trying to hide herself in his hold, barely visible in the hospital bed.

Wait, hospital bed?

Why is Steve in a hospital bed?

His mind skips and tries to hold onto something, but it's gone before he knows it.

Eddie's drifting again. There's snippets of conversation, words that stand out on their own but don't make any kind of sense when strung together, voices he thinks he recognizes but get all jumbled up and twisted until he can't tell one from another.

Finally, he wakes enough to know he's awake, and what looks like a hospital room drifts into focus - clinical, sterile walls, beeping machines, curtain drawn around him - he's alone, utterly alone, and there's something up his nose, something clawing at his hand, something weighing down his ribs, filling up his lungs. He starts to feel himself hyperventilate, starts to hear the machines beeping louder.

Cursing comes from behind the curtain, then, "Eddie?"

Eddie's breath catches and sticks in his throat, and it's not until he sees the curtain start to move that he gets it unstuck.

"Steve?" he asks, his voice sounding like he swallowed shards of glass.

Throat feels like it, too.

"M'here," Steve says, and the curtain is finally pulled back enough that Eddie can see him.

Steve's panting, neck all bandaged up, eyes glassy, wearing only a hospital gown - but he's standing, alive and real, and Eddie starts to feel his heart rate slow.

"Hi," he says.

Steve quirks a little smile. "Hey," he says back.

Eddie's focus goes hazy for a moment, and he lights on the rumpled hospital bed behind Steve, realizes that's where he came from, and frowns at him.

"Get the fuck back in bed, Harrington."

Steve waves a hand at him. "Working on it."

Eddie opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means when he notices the faint tremble in Steve's hand where it holds the curtain, the wide, stiff stance of his legs.

"Should I call someone?"

"S'okay," Steve says, managing to turn himself around and shuffle close enough to the bed that he can drop down on it. "Dustin'll be back soon, he can call whoever you need for you."

"That's not-" Eddie cuts off, mostly because he has to suck in a deep breath to keep talking, and it makes his whole abdomen feel like there's a thousand needles sticking into him.

Or a thousand tiny, vicious teeth, and there's some kind of noise echoing in the air that he's never heard before, something high pitched and whining and terrified, rough and dangerous like the shriek of metal gears threatening to pop out of place with one more turn -

"Eddie?" Steve's saying, sounding just a little panicked. "Shit, Eddie, do you need-"

There's a rustling like Steve's going to get back up to come over to him, and that's enough to cut through his own panic and make him realize that the noise is coming from him.

Eddie clamps his mouth shut, only to immediately open it and hiss out, "No."

There's silence for a moment, other than the sound of ragged breaths from both of them and the faint beep of the monitors.

"I'm - fuck, okay, I'm pretty not okay right now, I gotta tell you, but I'm going to be less okay if you hurt yourself getting over here so just. Stay there where I can see you, okay, big boy?"

Steve's throat works as if he's considering insisting that he can absolutely get over there just fine, but Eddie can see the moment that he gives in.

"Okay. Just - I'm here, Eds, okay? I'm here, you're safe."

"Okay," Eddie says, trying to focus on slowing his breathing. Trying not to think about what he last remembers, trying not to think about anything. "Okay."

There's a beat, and then Eddie closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see Steve's face as he asks, "Can you say it again?"

And thank fucking Jesus - or whoever - for Steve goddamn Harrington, who knows exactly what Eddie's asking, who gives it to him without hesitation. He doesn't think about what that means, about how many times Steve's done this for one of the others after shit went down, or if someone's done this for him.

He just makes himself breathe, and falls back asleep to the endless murmur of Steve Harrington whispering, "You're safe, I'm here. You're not alone. You're safe."

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Dustin's in the hospital bed with Steve the next time Eddie opens his eyes. Tucked in against him, face buried in Steve's shoulder like he was crying, Steve's arm around his shoulders holding him close - the way Eddie's uncle used to do for him, back when he wasn't much younger than Dustin. Steve's eyes are closed, and Eddie watches them and wonders -

How long have they been doing this? How many times have they saved the world, how old were they when this all started? Eddie's the oldest one out of the lot of them, he realizes. Out there, he'd felt so young, so inexperienced next to all of them, but now? With Steve's face gone slack in sleep, Dustin holding onto him like he was a kid climbing into his big brother's bed after a bad dream?

Fuck, they're all so young.

He means to say something, he thinks, but his throat feels like it's full of sawdust, and he's not sure how he's supposed to speak when his tongue is so heavy and swollen. He swallows, swallows again, closes his eyes to swallow for the third time, like it's going to help -

His eyes open, and it's just Steve in the bed again.

Steve's own eyes are half closed, but he still must spot that Eddie's awake again, because he gives that stupid little finger wiggling wave that he'd done when they first returned to the boathouse with a buttload of junk food for Eddie the Banished.

Fuck, Eddie really likes him.

"Hey," he manages to say, and then gives a strangled yelp when he feels a sudden intense pressure on his hand.

Eddie looks down at it, sees a pair of hands holding his own so securely he's not sure they're ever going to be separated, follows the hands to the arms they're connected to, and then -

"Henderson." The rush of relief that Eddie feels is so overwhelming that he has to slam his eyes shut against the sting of tears, and he can feel his chest heaving as he struggles to breathe without letting it become wet, wrenching sobs.

"Eddie?" Dustin asks, sounding panicked. "Eddie - shit, Steve, I think he's -"

Eddie squeezes his hand, trying to wordlessly tell him that he's okay - or at least as okay as he's gonna get right now.

Distantly, he can hear Steve saying something, low and steady, and it takes him a moment before he realizes it's another mantra of, "You're safe, man, Dustin's okay. Everyone's okay, it's all right."

His breathing evens out, though there's still a bit of a painful edge to when he breathes too deeply, and he manages to open his eyes again.

"Hey," Eddie says, his voice raspy.

Dustin's eyes are all shiny and red rimmed, and he tilts his head down to scrub his face against his shoulder. "Are you awake now?"

Eddie tries to lift his other hand to give a noncommittal wiggle, but it feels heavier than he expected, and he gives up halfway through. "Eh," he says instead. "Fifty-fifty."

Dustin's expression crumples a little at that, like he's not sure if he's going to cry or shout. "I'm really mad at you," he tells him matter-of-factly. "But I guess I can't yell at you until you're at least seventy-thirty."

"Nooooo," Eddie protests. "Why don't you yell at me while I'm fully asleep, all right? I give you blanket permission to yell at me while I'm unconscious, then we can get it over with."

Dustin raises an eyebrow. "Do you even know why you're getting yelled at?"

"Nope." If Eddie thought about it hard enough, he's pretty sure he could figure it out, but - he doesn't want to think about it hard enough. "That's also another point in favor of being yelled at while I'm out."

"You almost died," Dustin hisses, and oh, yeah.

Right.

"So much for seventy-thirty," Eddie mutters, then frowns. "Wait, why am I not dead?"

Dustin makes this distressed, gut wrenching sound - a sound that tugs something loose in his memories, because he's reasonably sure he's heard it before when everything was pain and screaming and sobbing, and fuck, he never wants to hear the kid sound like that again.

"I'm sorry," Eddie manages to get out. "I'm sorry, Dustin, I'm so sorry."

"Don't ever do that again, okay?" Dustin asks, holding on to his hand so tightly that he thinks it would hurt if he wasn't a little floaty from pain meds. "Promise me Eddie, don't ever leave me behind like that again, I can't do it."

Fuck.

"Okay," he says softly. "It apparently didn't work anyway."

He doesn't say that if it's a choice between him or Dustin, it's always going to be him, but - clearly trying to make sure the kid couldn't follow him didn't work out all that well, so he can promise to do things differently next time.

"You found me," Eddie says, though it's half a question.

"Yeah." That one word holds a weight of grief and anger and horror heavy enough to drown in, and Eddie winces.

"I'm sorry," he says again, even though he knows there's no apologizing for what Dustin must have gone through, finding him like that.

Dustin juts his chin out, the picture of stubbornness.

He looks a little bit like Steve, there.

"I'm not," Dustin says. "If I hadn't found you, it might've been too late. If I hadn't intercepted the others and told them what you did, they would've wasted time going back to the trailer and the gate we didn't have easy access to anymore."

Eddie doesn't think he sounds accusing, but - he's willing to admit he didn't think his plan through, just as much as he's willing to admit he can't think all that clearly now.

"How…?" he trails off, hoping Dustin will be able to tell what he's asking.

"We used Fred's gate, the one in the woods by the highway." Dustin sniffles a little, sounding like he's trying to get himself under control. "Steve carried you out."

Eddie's gaze darts back over to the other hospital bed at that. Steve's eyes are closed and his face is half turned away, but Eddie kind of gets the feeling he's just trying to give them some sense of privacy rather than him really being asleep.

Fuck, of course the guy literally carried him out of hell.

"Sounds like a lot of effort to go through just to drag my sorry ass out of there," Eddie mutters, looking away from both of them.

Dustin scoffs. "Steve, tell Eddie he's being a dumbass!"

"You're being a dumbass, Munson," Steve chimes in dutifully, completely validating Eddie's conclusion about him being awake.

"Hey!" Eddie protests, but his voice isn't up to making it as forceful as he wants it to be.

"You're one of us now," Dustin tells him earnestly. "We're not going to leave you alone, okay?"

Fuck, he feels like he's going to cry again.

"Yeah, I hear you," he says, more because he wants Dustin to stop saying things like that than because he's really internalized it. He looks over at Steve. "What happened to get you stuck in here with me, man? Was Robin right, is it the rabies?"

Steve gives an offended sounding squawk. "I do not have rabies, Munson, oh my god."

Dustin's eyes get huge. "Rabies? I thought you said it was just an infection? Was rabies a possibility?"

"It was never a possibility! It's just Robin and Eddie being stupid!"

"Oh, stupid like not fully treating your demobat bites and not telling any of us how bad they were getting until you collapsed in the hospital?"

"Almost collapsed!" Steve protests. "I almost collapsed, there's a difference!"

Mission accomplished, Eddie closes his eyes, letting himself lean further back in his pillows.

He listens to the sounds of Steve and Dustin bickering back and forth, hearing the echo of a sharp, aching love under each of their words and letting the pretense that it now includes him soothe him to sleep.

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wikiangela · 2 years ago

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Weekend WIP Game

tagged by @jesuisici33 <3

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

1. WIP List:

alive shannon

sick eddie

buddie coffee shop

new buddie chris' school

roommates

bi eddie

buddie death cast fic

cheating fic

untitled natalia fic

buddie 2x01

5+1 nicknames

coffee buddie

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

alive shannon with 20k words so far

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

alive shannon, since it's kinda a canon rewrite and I still haven't decided to which point it's gonna go, we'll see when it'll feel right to end it haha

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

once again, alive shannon haha - it's just so fun to explore what all those dynamics could've been, and giving Eddie and Shannon some closure, and I love exploring Shannon's character, too, speculating on her thoughts and motivations, and diving into everyone's heads, and I'm so excited to see it all develop!!

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

I think it's either alive shannon or the cheating fic alive shannon bc I've never written s2/s3 buddie and I wanna get their characters semi-right, and I don't remember a lot of details so I need to get on with my rewatch lol - and also writing Shannon's and Eddie's feelings on their relationship and how it all ended is not easy haha and the cheating fic bc it's so not my thing but a song inspired it and it got stuck in my head and it's happening haha and I hope I'll make it make sense haha

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

tbh all of them - some more, some less, but there are moments, especially lately, when veeeery often I'm just like: everything I write sucks wtf

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

@giddyupbuck agreed to beta the alive shannon fic, and I spam them with snippets if I'm in doubt and it's sooo helpful fr ily <3 and I'll need alive shannon beta-read bc it's gonna be so long, and I keep changing my mind about things bc of how many ideas I have, so I just need someone else to look at it and tell me if everything makes sense haha - and Ro's helped me so much with some previous fics so they have my full trust with my baby that is the alive shannon fic haha

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

all of them at some point lol - a few of these are actually on hold bc of that - I will get back to them tho!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

as of now there's no ocs in any of these, but we'll see haha

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

cheating fic and maaaaybe coffee buddie (if I'll ever get back to this one) - no actual smut in my wips yet atm

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

buddie death cast fic - if you've read 'they both die at the end' you know why lol this is not gonna have a happy ending

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

so far I'm loving everyone in alive shannon so I guess let's go with that haha

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

oh I am so bad this - but maybe let's say buddie coffee shop au bc i think it's the only one where I put even a little bit of focus on the setting lmao

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

alive shannon, been thinking about it and making notes for months before I started writing, and I don't think i've ever been this invested in a fic

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

alive shannon - - like I said, it's my most precious baby, and I'm so excited to not only write it but read it, and I hope it's gonna be as good as it is in my head, and I hope I'll make the story make sense with Shannon there, but also keeping some important buddie moments from canon hah

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

not sure if i've ever dreamt about a wip, but i do get new ideas in my sleep sometimes lol

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

alive shannon will have switching povs which i rarely do, so it's gonna be a challenge to write three distinct voices - and diving into Shannon's head and feelings and motivations will also definitely be hard

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

I think sick eddie - he's so ridiculously stubborn and difficult istg haha or buddie coffee shop with how fucking awkward buck's being

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

yep, once again, alive shannon - it's as much a buddie fic as it is a shannon fic, so it's not exactly outside pov, bc I'm just excited to focus on her equally as much, on how she's settling into their lives, becoming a better mom, being involved in Chris' life - she's gonna have as much focus as buddie sns it's not easy, bc it's alternating povs and once I get stuck in Eddie's head it's hard to leave, but so far it's been fun

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs

uhhh, I think I share like everything lol okay, so maybe: alive shannon will definitely go at least up until s4 and will include Eddie dating Ana 👀 purely bc I want a buddie-shipping Shannon to be like wtf eddie??? also, there will be more than one mcd in the death cast fic and coffee buddie was loosely inspired by a small thing from luke cage lol

no pressure tags: @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley @weewootruck @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @underwater-ninja-13 @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @eowon @callaplums @spotsandsocks

#alive shannon is like most of these answers lmao #but i'll talk about this fic at every and all opportunities istg i just love it so much #sorry to annoy y'all with it haha - if anyone doesn't wanna be tagged in only alive shannon stuff just lmk fr #weekend wip game #wip asks #writer asks #wikiangela writes #my wips #fanfic ask game #buddie #buddie wip #the alive shannon fic

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owmylasagna-blog · 2 years ago

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F, L, T, fanfic ask game :3

Thanks, frilly!!! 💅

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

Dude it was hard to pick one… for now I’ll use this excerpt from Ch 7 of Like Me Still where Marie and Eddy engage in a bitchfest. Proud of it because I got silly with the word play a references, it’s snippy and concise. And I just find their casual gay on lesbian violence funny.

Eddy … shot his best award-winning smile to Marie.

“Hey there you salty, scaly bitch.”

“Fruity pebble.”

“Nice. Where’d you get that one from, a cereal box?”

“Where’d you get those boots? The Good, The Bad, or The Ugly?”

Eddy tapped the toe of his cowboy boot.

“You’re jealous.”

“What, that you put the Spaghetti in Western?”

“Oh, I like that one.”

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Good god… I sat on some chapters of LMS for months before posting them. The number of times I read through and made minor edits is… in the double digits haha. So A LOT. I keep all my drafts in google docs that I can read and edit from my phone anywhere, anytime. A gift and curse.

But for my standalone fics way less so. Maybe a handful.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

The only thing coming to my mind are the few eddeddy fics where Eddy sort of coerces Edd into the relationship. This was more of a trope in the early 2000s-2010s /: I think it was more popular then to make the romance more vague and in doing so the consent parts of it sometimes got murky. Like I think they are a wee bit codependent but this was like codependent in a super unhealthy way. And while I think that could be a potential trajectory their relationship takes it’s not the one I want to subscribe to/write/read about honestly.

#yap yap dribble dribble

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strangersteddierthings · 2 years ago

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I'm just imagining Steve becoming the gang's babysitter when they were younger (like around 6-7). Eddie pops round Steve's to pick him up for a date and the door opens to Steve with a kid on every limb. Dustin's on his shoulders clinging to his hair, Will's clinging to one leg with Mike on the other. Lucas and Max are both tugging on one arm whilst he's carrying El in the other. He's just like: 'the back-up babysitter is late and there was no one else to watch them' and Eddie just goes 'Marry Me'

Anon, ur mind. Imagine. The kids are aged down, obvi, older teens keeping their ages.

It's like their third ever date and Eddie still gets nervous thinking about the date and always over thinks what to wear and triple checks his hair even though it never looks different. And this time he's a bit more nervous because Steve had called an hour ago. Assured him the date's still on, Eddie just needs to pick him up at a different address.

So, Eddie finds himself a little confused when he parks the van in front of the Byers house. He hadn't recognized the address as such when he quickly scribbled it onto his arm but he's been here a handful of times before.

Steve's not waiting outside, so Eddie kills the engine and wonders up to the door. He lifts his hand to knock and realizes he can hear the sound of children scream-laughing. He knocks a little more harshly than he would have, to ensure he's heard.

"Who is it!?" Steve's voice yells out, muffled.

"Eddie!" Eddie shouts back.

"OH! Open the door, it's not locked!"

Eddie shrugs and lets himself into the Byers' household. The sight that greets him freezes him in place. Steve is twenty or so feet away from the door, one leg raised in mid-step, small hands clinging to his ankle as Steve just drags the kid with. Eddie recognizes Baby Byers in the process of being dragged, Baby Wheeler on the other leg. Steve's half slouched to accommodate Dustin on his shoulders, folded awkwardly in half to have both his little arms wrapped around Steve's forehead like some weird headband. He's hold a little girl that Eddie's never seen in his life with one arm, while two other kids he doesn't know have a death grip on Steve's other arm. All together it looks like every kid is trying to stop Steve from moving anywhere.

"Eddie!" Dustin shouts when he looks up and sees who entered the house. Dustin's the only kid he really knows beyond Wheeler and Byers because getting to know Steve meant getting to know the kid that was like his little brother. (Eddie doesn't know how that relationship even happened, but he'll find out one day.)

"Alright you little rugrats," Steve is laughing too hard to sound stern, "get off! I'm going to trip!"

And immediate chorus of protests arise. Eddie catches snippets of 'please don't go' and 'you're the funner sitter' and other things that boil down to, these kids do not want to be watched by anyone other than Steve.

"Sorry, Eddie," Steve shoots him a very apologetic look, just talking over the choir that surrounds him. "Jonathan's going to be watching the rest of their playdate but he's running late. I've watched you gremlins all morning, it's Jonathan's turn."

The kids start whining and pouting and Dustin clings to his forehead with even more force and just- Eddie's a goner. He and Steve have only gone on two dates, have only been on a first name basis for a month and a half. In fact, three months ago Eddie was convinced they had a mutual hate thing going on (not hate, turns out, mutual unrequited-but-actually-requited crush).

There's so much about Steve he doesn't know, and that Steve doesn't know about him. Favorite color, allergies, movie preferences, the little things that add up to the sum total of their personalities and what make them the people they are. But Eddie knows the important things. Steve's unshakeable determination, unwaveringly loyalty, devotion to those he cares about.

So, Eddie blames that fact Steve looks ever bit the domestic, doting father/older brother figure when he opens his mouth to suggest postponing their date so as to not disappoint the kids, and what he says is, "Marry me."

Steve's eyes go wide and freezes. The kids keep swinging off him and trying to tug him around and climb him, so he's swaying around but Eddie can see that Steve's brain has checked out for a moment. Eddie's face burns hot and he knows he's blushing all the way to his toes, Jesus, it's awfully hot in this house.

"I-uh, I didn't mean to say that yet."

Steve blinks a few times, coming back to himself, and then he smiles so brightly at Eddie that all his anxiety over his grievous faux pas slide away.

"Your van's big enough to fit all these creatures into the back, yeah? How about you help me take 'em to the park and we can discuss marriage at a later date."

They leave a note, so Jonathan doesn't panic upon finding an empty house and Eddie all but floats to the car.

Their third date might have turned into an adventure in babysitting for a whole day but that's fine, because it ends with the promise of a fourth, and a sly 'ask me to marry you in a couple of years' said with a smirk when he drops Steve off.

#anon bless you #the images in my mind!!!#this could be a whole series #i dont have time to write it currently #so if anyone wants to add tag me #steddie #my fic #but also anon's fic

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laiqualaurelote · 2 years ago

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first-lines-of-fic meme! I was tagged by @tiltedsyllogism (thank you!)

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

Starting with the most recent and working backward (I didn’t include ficlets and snippets, which means numbers one and ten on this list make for quite a neat How It Started/How It’s Going circle):

1. all the men and women merely players (Ted Lasso, 15k and counting)

In with the wind blows the news that the Players are coming to town. Trent Crimm hears it in the pub where he is nursing a pint, his throat raw from hours of talking. It’s not much of a pint, if he’s to be honest - he’s not even sure what’s in it. Mae brews it herself - the only way you get any sort of alcohol in the post-pandemic world, if you haven’t been hoarding a cellar since the before-times. He takes another sip, winces and says: “Which players are these?”

2. The Lady With The Recorder Asks The Questions (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, 6k and counting)

“You took out the line about the threesomes, didn’t you?”

3. ain't practical, a world you can't touch (The English, 5k)

Just a whole lot of aiming, he’d told Cornelia once. But it’s Martha Myers who misses.

4. maybe everything that dies someday comes back (The English, 14k)

“He don’t look like much,” said the client. “You sure he’s the chap we’re after?”

5. a song that will keep sky open in my mind (The English, 4k)

We knew Eli was back because of the baby. We could hear it crying clean across the wheat fields. By the time we all fetched up in the front yard, Cornelia was already standing at the gate, arms akimbo, watching him ride up to the house. We could not see her expression because she was wearing her veil.

6. can't start a fire without a spark (Stranger Things, 9k)

It was a whole thing when Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham blew town together and ran off to start a rock band. Or at least it was for the rest of Hawkins, who didn’t have to worry about shit like the world ending on the reg. Steve was busy that summer trying to stop the apocalypse again, so he didn’t pay the news any mind. He’d noticed Chrissy in school, of course – anyone with eyes couldn’t miss the golden girl of Hawkins High – but he had never given Munson a second thought, at least not till Dustin started wheedling him about some concert in Indianapolis.

7. A Gentleman's Guide To Love And Piracy (Our Flag Means Death, 13k)

Day seven of my return to the high seas, wrote Stede in his journal. Since Lucius was no longer around to take dictation, the journal existed only in his head. Morale is low, I will not lie. There remains tension among the crew, especially the ones who tried to eat each other. Prospects still dim on locating the whereabouts of my ship, my other crew and E -

8. you don't have to be crazy to work here (but it helps) (The Magnus Archives, 1.5k and counting)

“We should get TikTok,” declares Tim.

9. they will see us waving from such great heists (Ted Lasso, 21k)

“You know,” says the American tourist in the Tate Modern’s Surrealism wing, “I do believe that is my favourite telephone in the whole darn exhibition.”

10. The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret (Ted Lasso, 20k)

Trent Crimm hangs up on Nate Shelley and says crisply into the darkness of his living room: “Fucking hell.”

Tagging, if they fancy it: @leupagus, @nandalorian, @kiraziwrites, @themardia, @swallowtailed, @aberfaeth, @eisoj5, @sagiow, @glamorouspixels, @tovezza and @justplainsalty

#tag game #ted lasso #miss fisher's murder mysteries #the english #stranger things #our flag means death #the magnus archives

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redrosydiaz · 2 years ago

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✨WIP (almost) Wednesday Game✨

ty to the wonderful @cheatghost @fastcardotmp3 and @stargyles for the tags!!

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

Wips:

head over heels down bad absolute clutz in love no game whatsoever flustered to hell eddie munson (LMAO thats a long title but that's what i chose sdlkfds)

steve can't bake

wayne pov part 3

wayne pov part 4

mermay shenanigans

bb fic/stobin zine piece (again, ones i can't necessarily share much from, but i still gotta chip away at them so i'm adding them here!)

Snippet (from hohdbacilngwfthem aka the long one on the ^^ list and my brand spanking new wip bc i have NO self control lmaoo):

But, if he doesn’t do something about this, these feelings that are bubbling closer and closer to the surface, he’s going to lose his mind. Eddie is but a man; his constitution is weak. There is only so much of Steve he can take before his heart is fit to burst right out of his chest like some fucked up love xenomorph. Thing is, if he wants to keep that from happening, he has to actually talk to Steve. He has to leave the relatively safe confines of his van and go inside the damn store. Which — is a lot harder than it looks. He’s been sitting outside of Family Video for ten going on fifteen minutes now, trying to psych himself up. But every time he comes close to finally bucking up the courage to get out of his car, the wind is knocked from his sails before he even touches the handle. The only saving grace here is that he is positive Steve and Robin haven’t noticed him. Surely one of them would have come outside to see what the hell is up if they had. On their own they’re worriers, but when they get together it’s like it gets amplified by ten. Eddie squints through his windshield, through the double front doors where he can just make out Steve laughing at something Robin says. His head drops back, his throat bares, and his teeth shine, even from this far. Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest, and his stomach twists into knots. “Don��t be such a coward,” he tells himself. “Fucking— go.”

tagging: @withacapitalp @toburnup @riality-check @hexiewrites @stevecarrington @strawberryspence @steveshairychest @stevesbipanic @harmonictechnicality @2btheanswertothequestion @yournowheregirl @thefreakandthehair @pizzaqueen @wynnyfryd @sidekick-hero @legitcookie @maxinemaxmayfield @maxineholtzmann and anyone else who wants to participate!! 💕

#tag game #mack writes #wip wednesday

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penny00dreadful · 2 years ago

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First Impressions - Chapter 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 AO3

Something a little different this time. Here's just a little snippet from the middle of the chapter.

Beware of spoilers below.

“Stop checking me out.”

Okay. Yeah. Definitely still completely wasted, he could barely form his sentences, slurring words and fumbling his movements but who cared. Everything was shit fucked anyway so it was like whatever.

“No.”

Eddie squinted his eyes, trying to make sense out of the expression on Harrington’s face.

He couldn’t really focus and his eyes kept drifting like they had a mind of their own. He didn't exactly trust himself to speak, he had no filter when he was drunk and even less impulse control and once he got to this level he was barely able to follow the thread of a conversation.

Harrington shrugged. “What? You’re super hot, but you’ve got a shitty attitude. You seem dead set on hating me for some reason and you're a dickhead. So…”

Eddie scowled at him, feeling like there was something there he should probably latch onto.

“That’s not a very straight thing to say.”

Yeah, that was probably it.

“I’m not very straight.”

Oh.

Well…

Fuck.

“Since when?”

“Since always. That’s how it works, Munson. I didn’t wake up one day and decide ‘I’m gonna try out bisexuality today’.”

Well that would just be ridiculous.

“Duh.” Eddie snorted. It wasn’t funny, why was he finding it funny? But it was kinda funny. It almost sounded like he was giggling. What? “I know that.”

“You’re the one who asked the question.”

“Oh… shit. I did do that.”

“Yeah, you did. But I told you I worked at a club called Dorothy’s and you didn’t figure it out?”

Eddie pouted.

C’mon brain work.

Chug-chug, toot-toot.

Hurry up.

“Oh!” He tried to snap his fingers and failed miserably. “It’s a gay club.”

“Well done.”

“I got there eventually. Guess I didn’t want to ‘figure it out’.”

He probably wasn't supposed to say that, but who cares?

Not him.

“For what reason?”

Eddie attempted a shrug, blowing air out between his lips and waving his hands around nonsensically. “I don’t know, man. Something in my brain just wants to dislike you. Everyone keeps telling me I’m only seeing what I want to see and like I get it but I don’t? Everything up here,” he knocked his knuckles against his forehead a little harder than he meant to, “is kinda fucked anyway.”

“So is that why you’ve been having such a bad night? You’ve been shit talking me and no one is putting up with it?”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t call it shit talking, I’d call it vicious slander.”

“Why?”

Eddie leaned forward attempting to spread a sly smile across his face.

“Wormtongue.” He fell back against the wall again, cackling at the bemused expression over Harrington’s pretty face. “It’s not all the reason it's been a bad night but it's part of the reason. When I get angry I can get poisonous. I spread it all around like a fucking miasma.” He said with wide eyes, wiggling his fingers.

He tried to pull his knees up to rest his arms on them, but again with the fucking pants.

He was able to pull his knees up eventually but it left him slumped on the wall, practically lying down in the bathroom stall. Harrington made no move to help, just watched him with a cocked eyebrow.

Oh well, it was nice to lie down.

Lying down was great.

And he didn’t have to look at Mr.Hair anymore.

He could just talk to the ceiling.

Eddie sighed heavily and rolled his head around, just enjoying the spinny movement.

“Oh, but you’re right, precious. I do have a shitty attitude. And maybe I do like to see you as an asshole on purpose. Makes things easier. Makes it easier not to think about you a certain way if I just pretend you’re still the same ass you were in school.”

“I mean I was an ass in school. I’m sorry for that, by the way. I’m sorry for what I did and what I didn’t do, the things I ignored and let happen-”

“Don’t- don't do that, man.” Eddie croaked, horrified to find his voice was starting to shake a little and his eyes were starting to burn. His mood was suddenly soured, remembering the last time he’d had a conversation like this, his heartbreak hitting him all over again but somehow stronger this time.

Fucking alcohol.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t fucking apologise for school. He couldn’t even say the words. He told me- he told me he did. He told me he’d said the words out loud and that I mustn’t be remembering right but I don’t think he ever did.”

Full chapter on AO3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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1191

survey by voicedance16

name yourself: Robyn

name (one of) your best friend(s): Angela; she’s for keeps.

name 3 things in your fridge/freezer: I don’t think I opened the fridge at all today, but if I had to guess...eggs, bread, and our pad thai leftovers from dinner earlier.

name a color you're wearing currently: Green.

name the last thing you ate: I treated myself and ordered spicy tuna salad tonight because I had a shit shift. It’s been a while since I felt a little burned out with my job, but it happened today and it wasn’t very pleasant.

name the last store you went to: I never go out these days...does online shopping count? I’m always browsing through Shopee, if anything lol.

name the song you're listening to: ON - BTS.

name the artist of that song: BTS.

name your favorite animal: Dogs or elephants.

name what pets you have, if any: Two dogs. Kimi, Cooper.

name the town/state you live in: No thanks. I live near Manila though, which is probably the only city most people know from the Philippines anyway so that should suffice.

name something commonly ordered at Starbucks: I think my usual is a pretty common order – caramel macchiato.

name the last person you talked to in person: Not sure. I think it may have been Nina? I was just jokingly asking her if her bias recognized her again on a VLive, since her comments have been read by her favorite group recently, and she tells me they even laugh at them :( Perks of liking a smaller, more underground group for sure; pigs would have to fall from the sky before anyone from BTS notices me lol.

name the last person you talked to on the phone: My mom. I didn’t hear her calling for dinner last night, so she ended up having to call me from downstairs while I was hanging out at the rooftop.

name the current day of the week: Tuesday.

name the current month: May.

name the current time: 10:22 PM.

name the last movie you watched: I have not watched an entire movie since i’m thinking of ending things back in September. I did watch a snippet from Portrait of a Lady on Fire a few weeks ago, though. That’s the closest thing I’ve got to watching any film recently.

name the last book you read: This one I’m even more uncertain about.

name a place you've been on vacation: South Korea.

name a place you'd like to go on vacation: Malta or Turkey.

name 3 things you can see from where you're sitting: It’s pretty dark so I technically can’t ‘see’ anything, but based on what I know I brought up to the rooftop tonight I have my phone, my salad, and my vape pen.

name your favorite musical: Miss Saigon, if anything. I’m not a big fan of musicals.

name an animal (any): Turtle was the first that came to mind.

name a fruit: Mangoes.

name a vegetable: Lettuce.

name a common breakfast food: Pancakes. They’d sound so good rn, too.

name a color: Grey.

name a type of flower: Dandelions.

name a type of tree: Uh...mango again? HAHA I’m not very good with trees.

name a city: New York.

name a state: Indiana.

name a country: India.

name a continent: Asia.

name a planet: Jupiter.

name a girl's name: Jessica.

name the last person to comment you on Facebook: Angela. She tagged me on this post that was promoting a local shop that makes customized face pillows and she told me we should order a Taehyung one for me and a Seokjin one for her, hahaha. The concept is definitely cute but it wasn’t my style, so I showed her another shop that also makes face pillows, but prettier.

name a clothing store/brand: Thom Browne.

name the last book you got at the library: If I remember correctly, it was History of the Filipino People which, coincidentally, my great-uncle wrote.

name a restaurant: Yabu but eugh, haven’t eaten there since the breakup. I should order from them soon to commemmorate moving on heheh.

name a grocery store: Can I just name a local one? SM.

name an iPhone app: YouTube.

name an actor: Eddie Redmayne.

name an actress: Emma Stone.

name a music group: BTS.

name your favorite/lucky number: It used to be 4, but I’m now going with 7.

name something you've accomplished: Continued from...last night, I think? I have no concept of time anymore. I managed to survive this week so far considering how deadly my schedule was.

name something you'd like to accomplish: Get a promotion once I’ve proven myself capable.

name someone who makes you laugh: Hans can make anything funny.

name something exciting coming up soon: Some of my online shopping orders arriving I’m guessing by later today, yayyyy.

name a song that makes you emotional: Oh man, there are a lot. O by Coldplay is probably the one that hits the worst, though; I still can’t listen to that song completely to this day. Recently, I also can’t really avoid being sad whenever I listen to Butterfly by BTS.

name one of your pet peeves: Overly slow drivers.

name someone you know who is an amazing singer: Hannah.

name someone who is the same religion as you: JM.

name a holiday you celebrate: Christmas.

name the last 4 digits of your phone number: That’s too many, lmao.

name one of your cousins: My cousin Lei from my dad’s side.

name a book you loved when you were younger: The entire Septimus Heap series. I must’ve reread Magyk (the first book) a hundred times.

name a song you loved when you were younger: Let’s go withhhhh Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne. Making sure there were no adults around whenever I sang along to “I’m a motherfucking princess” as an 8 year old was always a thrill.

name your favorite movie: Two for the Road.

name a popular book series: Percy Jackson.

name a musical instrument: Saxophone.

name a language: French.

name what other tabs you have open: Archive of our Own, Dailymotion, Bzoink.

name 3 things on the walls of the room you're in: The walls of the rooftop are bare.

name your house number 4.

name your high school: Nope.

name your college, if applicable: UP.

name your middle school See high school.

name your elementary school: See high school.

name the college you wish you went to/hope to go to: I was able to qualify for the university and degree I wanted to attend.

name your favorite teacher: My music teacher in high school.

name the color of your backpack: Hm, don’t really use backpacks anymore but the main one I had in college - at least until I switched to a simple handbag (aka my senior year when I started to not care lol) - was a pink Herschel backpack.

name a dessert: Leche flan.

name a famous landmark: Statue of Liberty, only because of the question after this.

name a place you might go in NYC: Tiffany’s.

name an inventor: Nikola Tesla.

name an article of clothing: Jeans.

name an ice cream flavor: Pistachio.

name a religion: Islam.

name an emotion: Resentment.

name a room in your house: Mine.

name a website: Twitter.

name a car: Hyundai Palisade.

name something you need to do today: It’s a holiday today so I technically should be off work, but since it’s a holiday squished in the middle of the week that’s just another way of saying my dayoff will be a scam lmao. That said, I need to draft an article today for a client.

name someone you admire: My dad.

name someone you miss: My two best friends.

name a part of the body: Thighs.

name the last youtube video you watched: It was a Taehyung-focused compilation.

name a quote you love: “If you really love to be loved, it’d be good to show those who love you how much you’ve changed.” There’s some background context obviously playing around in here and most people might not recognize the weight it holds if they’re unfamiliar, but it’s a quote that really means a lot to me and came to me during a time I needed to hear it.

#survey #surveys

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backtothestart02 · 6 years ago

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The Flash/Westallen - WIPs

As we approach the new year, I’m trying to figure out how best to approach writing multi-chaps going forward. I have many ideas I haven’t started yet, but I still have so many I haven’t finished. Some are designed to be longer and I can’t wrap up quickly, but others are more manageable. This post shows when I started writing each WIP and when it was last updated. Plz reply with which ones you’d most be interested in reading.

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* = exception fics (ongoing; not priority)

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2016: (5)

*Drabbles Synopsis: Prompts requested of any Barry & Iris scenario, each one in an attempted 1,000 words or less. Intended Length: Ongoing (as long as prompts are requested) Chapters written so far: Published: 5/10/16 Last Updated:

1) Flashpoint Synopsis: Post-s2. When Barry's rash move to save his mother drastically affects the timeline he wakes up to, will he accept the changes or try once more to change the past? Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 4 Published: 7/20/16 Last updated: 7/31/17

2) The First Day of Forever Synopsis: Post s2 - Barry & Iris's wedding day from start to finish. Intended Length: Short - Medium Chapters written so far: 2 Published: 7/30/16 Last Updated: 9/27/17

3) The Unconscious Mind Synopsis: Starting mid-1x12: What if Iris was not only having sex dreams about Barry after he confessed his feelings to her, but she was vocalizing them and Eddie was hearing it? Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 1 Published: 8/23/16 Last updated: 8/23/16

*Muse Synopsis: Varying lengths of single-chapter stories &/or snippets inspired by spoilers detailed for future episodes. Intended Length: Ongoing (until the show ends) Chapters written so far: 17 Published: 10/3/16 Last updated: 12/22/18

4) Fallen Star Synopsis: Post 3x05 - Canon Divergent - Iris ignoring the threat of danger in pursuit of her stories drives Barry to his limit. Can the two acknowledge their stubborn streaks and forge a compromise? Or is their relationship not strong enough to resolve the tension rising between them? Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 11 Published: 11/6/16 Last updated: 9/7/18

5) He’s MY Barry Allen Synopsis: Post 3x08 - With Cisco and Barry's relationship on the mend when they return from defeating the Dominators, Iris is more than willing to give them some space to make up for lost time. But her tolerance is running low since news of Barry's almost sacrifice chilled her to the bone. If Cisco doesn't learn to share, he's going to have to pay the price. But he won't go down easily either. Intended Length: Short - Medium Chapters written so far: 1 Published: 12/4/16 Last Updated: 12/4/16

2017: (1)

*Sex Bet Synopsis: A series of scenarios where Barry and Iris try to one-up other pairings by making sex bets. Intended Length: Ongoing Chapters written so far: 2 Published: 4/29/17 Last Updated: 5/28/17

1) Runnin’ Home to You Synopsis: 3x21 - Canon Divergent - What if Team Flash decided to keep Barry from remembering until after May 23rd? Intended Length: Medium Chapters written so far: 4 Published: 6/16/17 Last Updated: 7/26/17

*Wet Dream Synopsis: A series of sex fantasy one-shots from either Barry or Iris for every episode of the series. Intended Length: Ongoing (until the show ends) Chapters written so far: 5 Published: 9/4/17 Last Updated: 3/26/18

2018: (6)

1) On a Whim Synopsis: 4x10 - Canon Divergent - In the middle of the courtroom, Barry and Iris share a stolen moment to decide whether to reveal his identity as the Flash to prevent conviction and being sentenced to prison. But Iris has more than one suggestion, and she's very convincing. Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 1 Published: 1/22/18 Last Updated: 1/22/18

2) Mind Games Synopsis: AU - When Iris digs too deep into Amunet Black's underground drug dealing, the results are devastating; memory loss being the first. Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 4 Published: 4/16/18 Last Updated: 6/4/18

3) Hazy Synopsis: Post 4x02 - With everything good between him and Iris again, the last thing Barry expects is to wake up in a time when Iris is not his fiancee but instead the wife of a very alive Eddie Thawne. Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 1 Published: 6/7/18 Last Updated: 6/7/18

4) When Time Stands Still Synopsis: 4x23 - Canon Divergent - Barry doesn't find Ralph in Devoe's mindscape, but he still finds good Devoe with a bullet through his chest. With no cards left to play, he returns to Iris and the team, says his apologies and goodbyes and hurls straight ahead into the Enlightenment. Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 3 Published: 7/13/18 Last Updated: 8/31/18

5) Fateful Kiss Synopsis: 2x18 - Canon Divergent - Iris takes a risk and shows Barry her true feelings when he’s at his most vulnerable. Things escalate from there. Intended Length: Medium - Long Chapters written so far: 3 (2 posted on AO3/FFnet) Published: 12/17/18 Last Updated: 12/22/18 (on AO3/FFnet)

6) Mixed Drink Synopsis: AU - Two strangers meet in a bar. One spells danger, the other, desperation. Intended Length: Long Chapters written so far: 2 Published: 12/24/18 Last Updated: 12/24/18

Total WIPs: 12 (*4)

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kitkatt0430 · 2 years ago

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4 and 7?

4.) How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Too many to count and there's always something new showing up when I least expect it. Both a curse and blessing to be a fic writer with an overactive imagination.

So one that has been sitting in the back of my mind for a while is the Code Realize fusion fic where Eddie has a toxic touch. I haven't really written anything out yet, but I've got a general idea of how the first part of the story would go.

It would start with the local military of Central City, led by General Eiling, converging on a nearby abandoned town. Specifically a house where the town's sole inhabitant lives. Eddie Thawne. Eddie knows he's not supposed to go anywhere - the house he lives in is the only one where he can touch anything without his melting away to nothing. He never grows hungry and his boredom is relieved by the small library of books within, but Eddie longs for companionship.

Companionship his father's letter forbids him. Because, according to Eobard Thawne, Eddie is a monster.

But Eiling's arrival changes things. The General refuses to leave without Eddie and threatens to destroy the house itself if that's what it takes to force Eddie to go with him. Eddie can't risk his one sanctuary being destroyed and, reluctantly, agrees. But Eiling destroys the house anyway. 'Cause he's a jerk.

Dismayed because now the only things he can touch are the ones Eiling stole from the house before setting it on fire, Eddie thinks his only choice now is to go with Eiling; he can never escape to go home now, like he'd been hoping. But at the outskirts of town, a new option appears - a phantom thief calling himself the Flash appears, taunting Eiling and running off with Eddie in his arms.

The Flash introduces himself once they're safely away. His real name is Barry Allen and he needs Eddie's help, if Eddie's willing to give it. He's looking for Eobard Thawne, Eddie's father... because he has reason to believe Eobard Thawne is planning a terrorist attack on Central City. Eddie wants to find his father too. To find out whether he's truly planning something so terrible... but also to find out why he's a 'monster' and what it has to do with the shining stone he has in place of his heart.

That's when Cisco would show up with his steampunk car, introduced as the first of Barry's allies.

Since the game is heavy on the steampunk, I'd want to keep that as the setting for the series. And the eventual main ship would be Westhallen, though I'm still debating how to introduce Iris. I think it'd be fun to have her be the detective nemesis of Barry's, but that's a bit fuzzy right now and I want to be sure of what Iris' part in the series is before I start writing... for all that she won't show up for a while regardless.

7.) Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Oh, honey,” Lisa patted his hand, “you look like you’re gonna cry. I’m a good listener if you need someone to talk to about what’s going on?”

She was the first person to just… touch him like it was no big deal since the lightning struck. Iris always hesitated, always had pity in her eyes. Joe looked guilty, as though he felt he should have protected Barry better. (And he should have; he’d laughed off Barry’s concerns about that damn skylight like everyone else did and now look at him. Barry was never going to be the same again. Scars like these don’t go away over time.) But Lisa didn’t flinch at the sight when he opened the door. Didn’t look him over with disgust. Didn’t make him feel like a freak just for surviving something that left its mark on his skin.

Barry started crying.

~ From Chrysalis

So in this fic series it was important to me that Barry had scars left from the lightning strike. I'd been rewatching some of S3 at the time and I was reminded of how Savitar's scars on the show were part of what marked him as the evil Barry - just some more of the show's casual ableism really. I wanted to write something where Barry had those scars - or similar ones, anyway - and it didn't make him the bad guy.

Once I had that premise, I had to consider what everyone's reactions would be. And that Barry would be pushing away Iris and Joe as much because of their actual reactions to him as well as what Barry was imagining their reactions to him were. Everything always seems worse when your stuck inside your own head, after all, and Barry is very much that here, struggling with the way strangers look at him now and the way he feels about himself when he looks in the mirror.

And then finally I arrived at this scene where Lisa shows up. She's been a bit worried about her shut in neighbor and her concern for him isn't something he can write off as obligation or morbid curiosity. She's just kind when he needs it most. And it was a turning point in accepting himself that Barry needed.

I was really proud of how this fic turned out and that there wound up being more story to tell afterwards. But I think this first one is still my favorite, thanks to the way Lisa and Barry's friendship develops from here.

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beepbeep-losers · 7 years ago

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boys and a bathroom

part 4: fate

College au. Modern au. Stan and Eddie room together and are friends with Mike. Ben rooms with Mike and is dating Beverly, who is in an apartment with Richie and Bill. They’re sophomores.

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

now on AO3

Pairing: Stenbranlon

Side pairings: Reddie and Benverly

Warning: nothing for this one, just boys in their feelings

Length: 3.1k words

Bill

Two weeks had passed and Bill hadn’t seen Stan or Mike again. Everyone else had gone back over to Mike and Ben’s the next weekend, but Bill had been sick and wasn’t able to go – although he’d insisted on it until Ben assured him that Eddie would freak out if he showed up looking like death, and that Stan wouldn’t find it all that attractive either.

Bill had thought about Stan an embarrassing amount. They’d talked at one party, and Bill could only remember a kiss and snippets of conversation between them, but he was absolutely crushing on him. Something about his guarded disposition and sly humor and the way he had had these random bursts of extroverted energy between all the more quiet, thoughtful stretches. He wanted to know what Stan liked, what his favorite classes were, who his friends were and why he got along with them, what music he listened to.

He was such a fucking sap. He blamed it on the writer in him.

So, two weeks passed of Bill getting excited when Stan posted on his social media, smiling when he retweeted a livestream of an eagle nest, sometimes with an excited comment attached. When he next saw Stanley Uris, his finger was hovering over the “like” button on one of those retweets.

“Excuse me?”

Bill worked at a coffee shop on campus, one of the smaller ones that was on the bottom floor of a classroom building. He normally worked afternoons four days a week, but one of his coworkers had needed to switch shifts and Bill had volunteered to take their Wednesday evening shift. Maybe that, and the romantic in him, helped him feel like it was fate when he heard Stan’s voice call for his attention.

His head snapped up and he tucked his phone hastily into his pocket. His polite customer service smile was quickly replaced with a genuine one when he saw Stan on the other side of the counter. He looked stressed, one hand gripping onto the strap of his backpack tightly as the other held three perfectly, creased bills on the counter. When Bill looked at him, Stan’s eyes widened perceptibly. Bill really hoped that wasn’t a bad thing, and started to get worried before Stan smiled shyly at him.

“Hey, Stan!” Bill greeted happily. “Whuh-what can I get y-you?” Damn stutter.

Stan licked his lips and seemed to have lost his train of thought for a split second before robotically answering, “Um, grande iced coffee with a little milk, please.”

Bill nodded and took the bills from Stan, then handed him his change and receipt. Stan hovered near the other side of the counter as Bill started fixing his drink. “How are y-you? I haven’t seen you since the p-party.” Bill kept glancing up at Stan as he worked. He really couldn’t help it.

“Just school, really. I didn’t know you worked here,” Stan said conversationally. Stan’s eyes seemed to be on Bill’s hands rather than his face and Bill wondered why.

“Oh, y-yeah,” Bill laughed softly. He put the lid on Stan’s drink and slid it across the counter toward him. Stan gave him a small smile as he put a straw in it. “I usually work aftern-n-noons, but this evening shift is the shit. It’s p-peaceful.” Bill leaned back against the counter behind him, still facing Stan and appreciating how the florescent light highlighted the different curls. “Why are y-you on campus so late?”

“I just got out of a three-hour seminar class,” Stan sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. Just saying the words made him look more tired. “I usually go straight to bed after, but I have a quiz tomorrow so I have to stay up and study a little.”

“Damn, th-that sucks. I’m sorry.”

Stan shrugged. “It’s alright. I have to go to the library, though. I know this place is about to close and Richie is over tonight at mine and Eddie’s. I love Eddie, but the two of them are loud.” Stan paled a little and looked like he wanted to hit his head on the counter. “Fuck! Not like that, they’re just – I mean –“

“I understand, Richie’s l-loud,” Bill laughed, and Stan relaxed. Bill could almost feel him warming up to him and it was exciting. He got the sense that a sober Stan was a pretty reserved Stan. Almost without full permission from his brain, Bill opened his mouth again and spoke. “I’m about to close up h-here, actually.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right, I’m so sorry, I should go,” Stan rambles, and he starts to move away.

“No, no, that’s not wh-what I m-meant!” Bill says quickly, leaning forward. “If y-you don’t want to go to the library, y-you can come over to my p-place and study. I have a paper due this w-week that I haven’t finished. Bev had to study for something for tomorrow t-t-too, I think, so it should be qwuh-quiet.”

Stan paused, half turned away from Bill and the counter, and his brow furrowed slightly as he considered Bill. Bill could feel his eyes on him, scrutinizing but thoughtful. He felt like Stan could see right through him, like he could see the words “I Think I Have A Giant Crush On You” printed in bold letters on his brain.

Eventually, Stan nodded slowly. “I guess that could work,” he said, a hint of wariness in his voice. “You’re sure you won’t mind? And that Beverly will be studying too?”

God, he probably thinks I’m just trying to fuck him, Bill thought, almost grimacing. “I’m s-sure. Bev will be there, and we’ve all g-got to study so it’ll be fine. Promise.”

Stan

Bill Denbrough was a very convincing man. Or perhaps just a very handsome man.

Stan would have loathed to admit it, but Bill really could have asked him to study alone with him in his bedroom and as long as he had those hypnotizing eyes on him he doubted he would have said no, despite this being only the second occasion they’d ever spoken.

He was tempted to ask him if he was coming on to him by inviting him over, but that would be far too forward. He couldn’t imagine getting the words out successfully, and if Bill wasn’t flirting with him then he would just be too embarrassed to ever even speak to him again.

Instead of asking any presumptuous questions, Stan tried to ignore Bill’s eyes and use his brain.

Bill seemed nice and all their friends were becoming friends. He had talked to Beverly several times now. He would text Eddie and say he was going to Bev’s and then if things got weird in the slightest, Eddie would give him an out.

Fuck. Eddie didn’t know about the kiss.

Nevermind.

Mike! Mike would work just as well. He’d text Mike when they arrived and then Mike, an amazing friend, would be just as willing to help him if things took a strange turn. Perfect.

Stan nodded at the expectant and hopeful Bill Denbrough, giving him a small smile. “Alright, then. Sounds good. I need to be home by three or so, though.”

“Totally,” Bill said, his face lighting up. He was like an excitable, friendly puppy. It was a lot of adorable on an already attractive man. “You can sit while I close up, it’s just now closing time and it’ll just take me a few minutes.”

Stan nodded and moved to sit lightly in one of the chairs at a small table, trying to watch Bill discreetly as he cleaned and pass it off as if he was looking at his phone. Schooling himself into keeping his eyes off Bill, he busied himself with taking out his laptop and typing out a list of all the topics he needed to study for his quiz. It was for his Ethics in Business course, and he knew the quiz would be pretty easy but he still felt like he needed to go over everything a few times. He’d probably make flash cards, take any practice quizzes he could find in the course material, the usual. He paid attention in class and kept up with his readings so he felt confident, but just in case –

“Stan?”

Bill’s voice pulled Stan from his thoughts and he looked up, blinking, at the tall man standing at the other side of his table.

“Are you ready to go?” Bill asked.

Stan nodded and shut his laptop. “Yes, I’m ready,” he said as he slipped it into his bag. He slung the bag back over his shoulder across his chest and stood, waiting for Bill to lead the way.

“I usually take the bus to and from campus,” Bill said as they started walking toward the exit. “So, uh –“

“I’ll drive us,” Stan offered quickly. He waved off Bill’s shy protest. He liked to be in charge of the vehicle he was in, so he really preferred this. He would have insisted on driving himself anyway.

Stanley led the two of them to his car in a parking lot just a few buildings down. It was a very clean silver Toyota Prius. He unlocked it and slid into the driver’s seat, turned on his favorite driving music and turned the volume where he wanted it so that it was low enough he and Bill could hear each other if they spoke but loud enough that they could pay attention to the music instead. Of course he also preferred that it stay at a number divisible by five, so that meant he turned it to 15.

Bill got into the passenger seat a little clumsily and he looked intensely cramped. He started searching for the bar to adjust the seat and Stan laughed a little.

“Oh, sorry, Eddie is usually the only person in here,” Stan apologized, watching Bill sigh in relief as he moved the seat back and made room for his long legs.

“Yeah, I figured he was the culprit,” Bill chuckled. He buckled and pushed his hair back as Stan pulled out of the parking spot.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just realized that I don’t know. Where do you live?” Stan asked. It was silly of him to have forgotten to ask such essential information before pulling out of the spot.

“Shit, right!” Bill exclaimed. “The Edge, that apartment complex on Avondale by the 7-11.”

Stan nodded and started driving in that direction. “Right, yeah, I know that one.”

The rest of their chatting on the drive was easy small talk. Bill was interesting to talk to and the conversation flowed well, to Stan’s delight. He laughed at Stan’s dry humor and seemed legitimately curious as to what kind of work he did in his classes, although most people quickly dismissed his accounting major as boring conversation. The entire drive, Stan had a nagging question at the back of his mind – the same question he’d been wondering the answer to since the party.

Did Bill remember their kiss? And, if he did, did it mean anything to him?

Stanley Uris considered himself, if anything, a realist. Bill was a 19 or 20 year old college boy who had kissed him in a bathroom at a party on the first night they’d met. It was very likely that it meant nothing to him, that he dragged someone off to kiss or more at many parties he went to. However, there was a part of Stan that had the romantic notion that maybe Bill Denbrough remembered the kiss and had been thinking about him just as much as Stan had been about him.

The realist in Stan really wished he’d stop thinking about it so much.

Mike

Mike Hanlon liked to regard himself as a thoughtful person. He tended to be introspective, and he preferred to hear other people’s opinions and feelings before voicing his own. He was careful to consider things from every angle so he could best understand what all was happening around him. He was observant that way.

He had known that he liked Stan soon after meeting him. At first as a friend, and then more. He hadn’t said anything because he wasn’t sure if Stan would feel the same way. Stan was, by Eddie’s description, too picky for his own damn good. Mike really wasn’t sure if he ever planned to act on his feelings, so he’d eventually decided to just be friends with Stan and see what happened. Stan didn’t date much and only sometimes even flirted. He was very focused on his classes and job. That was, until Bill Denbrough walked into the party.

Mike had seen it the second Stan looked at Bill, and he really didn’t blame him despite the pinch of jealousy he felt at first. Bill was handsome and, as Mike quickly discovered when he’d talked to Bill for much of the first part of the party, charming and funny to boot.

Mike was pansexual, but his preferences were typically skewed toward the more feminine area. By the end of his own party, however, he had somehow found himself with a crush on not only one, but two men. It just so happened that they both had eyes for each other.

Mike had been grappling with this dilemma quietly, and hadn’t spoken a word of it to anyone so far. He had been a good sport when Stan confided in him the next morning, genuinely happy that his friend kissed someone he liked but somehow wishing it had been him, or that he’d been involved. But he didn’t say anything or give himself away. He didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or get in the way of Stan and Bill being together if that’s what would make them happy. Mike, however, felt a very sad grip of loneliness when he thought of the two of them getting together. But how important was that if it cost them their happiness? Not important at all, he’d decided.

Mike was caught up in this train of thought as he sat next to Ben with his laptop in Beverly’s apartment, where he was meant to be working on his part of an assignment he and Bev had for their introduction to women and gender studies course. Ben was reading a book, legs tucked under him on the couch. Bev was sitting on the floor between his knees, the coffee table scooted up close to her so she could work from her laptop from where she sat.

All three looked up when the door opened and they heard voices. As if his thoughts had summoned some pestering spirit to taunt him, Bill and Stan walked into the apartment together. Mike swallowed and faltered for a split second before bouncing back to his usual happy demeanor, smiling at them brightly.

“Hey guys,” Bill greets happily, dropping his bag down beside the only other chair in the living room and then plopping down into it. Stan wandered over to the couch and sat his bag down next to it. He sat next to Mike, who thought that fate was a very cruel mistress for whatever she was up to.

“Hey there, boys,” Bev said, grinning at them. She turned around, leaning her forearm on Ben’s thigh to hold herself, and peered at Stan. “What’cha up to, Stanny?”

“I bumped into Bill on campus,” Stan explained, smiling at Bev. He had an even smile, but it lit up his face and made him look suddenly open and friendly rather than serious. Mike appreciated it. “I mentioned that Richie was over so I’d probably go to the library to study tonight and he invited me over here instead, said you had to study to. Looks like just about everyone is here,” he laughs.

“Well, you know Ben and I will actually burst into flame if we’re apart for too long,” Bev joked, patting Ben’s knee, and her boyfriend smiled fondly at her and gave her an appreciative chuckle. “And Mike and I are actually working on a presentation for women and gender studies right now.”

“Oh, cool,” Stan said, and his attention turned to Mike, who felt Bill’s eyes on him too. “What are you presenting about?”

“Marsha P. Johnson, the trans woman that played a major part in the Stonewall riots,” Mike answered. “We’re supposed to pick an inspiring woman and talk about her life, impact, all that.”

“Good choice,” Stan comments. He gets his laptop out and balances on his lap. Bill voices his agreement, saying, “Yeah, guys, that s-sounds really cool.”

Once Bill and Stan settle in, it gets quiet again. Mike and Bev lean to peek at each other’s work every now and then, and Mike steals looks at Stan and Bill when he can. Stan is almost intimidatingly focused on his work, and he clearly has a very practiced way of studying that Mike senses they can all tell they shouldn’t disrupt. Bill is easily distracted by his phone, but Mike sees that when he actually starts writing, he writes in long bursts during which his eyes never stray from his laptop’s screen and his fingers type so fast that Stan actually breaks from his studying to comment on it.

Mike gathers his things to leave a little after two in the morning, and Stan quickly says that he should probably get home as well. Mike and Bill both give him a curious look, but Stan is already packing up. When he stands, so does Bill.

“Thanks for letting me come over,” Stan says to Bill, smiling at him and looking unsure of himself.

Bill gives him a slightly crooked smile and says, “Yeah, no problem. Any t-time.”

When Stan takes a step toward the door after a pause and turns to say goodbye, Mike smiles at Bill. “Nice to see you,” he says, a hope somewhere in the back of his mind that he sounds charming. When Stan is done saying goodbye to everyone, Mike walks out behind him, giving a friendly, “See you guys!” over his shoulder.

As soon as Mike shuts the door behind him, Stan turns, both hands holding the strap of his pack anxiously, and looks up at him with his intelligent hazel eyes. Mike raises his eyebrows at him in question.

“Do you think Bill likes me?” Stan demands in a hushed voice. He reminds Mike of a kid asking someone if they think the tooth fairy is real. Mike would prefer that question over this one any day, but he can only say what is the most honest answer he can think of.

“Who wouldn’t like you, Stan?”

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sweetlifetownsville · 6 years ago

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Doing A Little With A Lot: Move Over Jesus, Your Loaves And Fishes Stunt Ain't In It Against The Townsville Bulletin.

The good old Astonisher showed its going to be more of the same in 2019, sleight of hand, selective reporting and all manner of insulting idiocy same old, same including a spectacular miss this weekend not a word about one of Townsville most long standing favourite eateries bites the dust Michels On Palmer Street is no more. Bancroft boo-boo Channel 7 embraces fake news: so lacking in a sense of the ridiculous, theyre about to disappear up their own ummm kazoo. And the President turns on the pester-power: Trump throws the biggest and longest tanty in living memory ruining the holiday season for thousands of his own people. But first For those many people who have been inquiring about Mark Donnellys funeral in Cairns, it will be at 2pm Wednesday Jan 9th, at St Francis Church, Mayer Street, Cairns. Vale, mate Moving On Its climate change on Bentleys mind. Our toonist is originally a Croweater from Adelaide, and he was amazed to see the jam packed crowds on Adelaide beaches in a TV report about the ghastly weather theyre having over there. The Pie also recalls that during his time in the City of Churches, beach-going was an occasional thing and attracted only sparse crowds to the sandy shores. But Bentley believes climate change is rapidly altering time honoured Aussie pastimes, and soon, getting an all-over tan will be a thing of the past.

Speaking of Things Of The Past

This now sadly includes the much loved Michels restaurant in Palmer Street, which served its last mean on December 22nd. This is how the unexpected news was broken on FB.

It will be sorely missed by many, including The Pie, who just hung out for the lunch-time beef and burgundy pie. Ironic that the one time our local paper had the opportunity to use the word iconic almost correctly, it has completely missed this information which would be of far more interest than the iconic Sizzlers leaving town. (More on that shortly). Well That Didnt Take Long Did It? The Townsville Bulletin set the tone for the year on the very first day of 2019, Tuesday January 1, with a rib-tickling own goal with this front page.

Wow, all those people turning up for a pic, where did they all come from? Well, at least half of them from nowhere. Heres how this little piece of patronizing chicanery went down. First, a couple of weeks ago, this appeared on the Astonishers FB page.

Boy, be on the front page! And didnt that get them flocking in for their 15 minutes of fame not. Just 41 people made themselves available, including the Cowboys mascot and as many of the Bulletins staff who could be spared to avoid the embarrassment of attracting almost bugger interest.

Then the front page appeared, a cheesy tedious old trope of people spelling out the year. Many people more than 41, it would seem. But hang on, lets have a closer look.

Whats all this? This is what all this is.

fair to say that all those excited people were beside themselves behind themselves, and then in front of themselves. Now a while back, the flagship of News Corpse tabloids, Sydneys Daily Telegraph got a clip arround its corporate ears for photo-shopping pics of politicians in unflattering historical situations. As if we needed to be told that Kevin Rudd was a nazi! Pretending to be chastised, management decreed that in future, just so no one was misled, all photoshopped images in all News publications would carry the legend digitally altered.Someone at the Astonisher overlooked this, clearly wishing the few readers it has left would believe it was so widely popular that it had attracted a throng of NY well-wishers. but it seems someone suddenly realised that some arsesole like The Magpie maybe would tumble to the lie, so thinking they could squirm out of it, they really blew their foot off by belatedly posting this on their FB page. The Pie has asked before, and now asks again are they all bloody drunk down there? BTW, the relevant FB page is said to have attracted 4500 views which at a guess that would be comprised of 4458 editorial and advertising staff and their family and friends frantically revisiting the FB as often as they could. At least that was the drill when The Pie was taking Ruperts shilling. But Wait, Theres More The firsts for the year kept coming thick and fast. This story had people wondering if the paper had a cut-price Tardis operating

and that resulted in the first correction of the year.

Although it is quite possible that Messagebank Walker, send out last years media release, and true to form, the reporter just wrote it up with a thought of what it was actually saying. f they would know the difference. Another media release that went into the paper untouched and of course unquestioned could have been headlined Mission Impossible.

Hahahahaah gasp snurffle dont you just love the combination of casual impertinence and immeasurable benchmark of making Townsville Australias first mentally healthy city. This is pure Labor crackpottery at its best, and a great excuse to wring out a few more public dollars for pointless jobs for the boys and girls. Mentally healthy City steering committee? National leader in this field? Pray tell, just how is this going to be measured oh, wait, I know soon it will be announced that we have achieved the title of Australias mentally healthiest city, but we cant be told why or any details because of both privacy and Commercial in Confidence reasons. What an out and out rort. The Townsville City Council has no business stumping up a single cent for this totally obscure nonsense. And youve just gotta love that this call for a mentally healthy city is coming from one of the greatest rates-gouging, anxiety-creating, booze-binge inducing ineptocracies of posturing inadequates one couldnt create as fiction.

And all publicised in a paper that has long abrogated its traditional responsibilities in the interests bargain-basement kiddy journalism and a quick advertising quid (and hows that working for you, eh?) Yet Another Jarring Juxtaposition And it would appear that either no one checks advertising content against news content to avoid this sort of blundering idiocy.

But never mind, iditor Jenna Cairney knows how to thunder away about the really important issues affecting us during the week, it was oh, dear it was people who oh, The Pie cannot bear to utter the words, read it for yourself.

Now normally, itd be kind to let this slide, but its hard to ignore when the iditorial completely contradicts its own ramblings by actually quoting one of the few believable people who work for the paper, fisherman Eddie Riddle, who said sometimes, believe it nor not, people just catch no crabs. Crab pot theft happens less than people would have you believe.Clearly those people who would have you believe that it is rife include the iditor and the beat-up reporter of the original story. Then There Is This From comments during the week. The Magpie From the alleged files: THE TOWNSVILLE BULLETIN ALLEGEDLY ACCUSES THE POLICE OF PLANTING EVIDENCE.

So they allegedly found a shotgun, unequivocally meaning there is some doubt in terms of English, the paper means the cops could be lying and they didnt find a shotgun or else, leaving open the possibility that they planted it there and didnt find it. FFS they either did or did not find a shotgun, and if it comes down to who to believe the Bulletin or the police its no contest. The coppers should complain. And anyway, saying they found the weapon is not legally dangerous and so attract an allegedly , since no names or details of the arrested man are published. During the coming year, The Pie will be running an alleged file from the Astonisher, along with an iconic file the paper has already made a sterling start on that one. This from comments on Friday. The Magpie January 4, 2019 at 11:24 am(Edit) Had a bit of an amused warble and added this to The Pies iconic list.

Iconic is something that is immediately recognisable, usually unique, and with which one readily associates with a name, place or occupation. The Eiffel Tower is iconic, as is the Statue of Liberty, Big Ben, the Kabba in Mecca, the Golden gate Bridge, and closer to home, the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Now alas with this local departure, down south, all the front bar chat and dinner party braying will be along the lines of Townsville? Wasnt that the Sizzler place until a while back? Oh, the shame. Keeping an eye on legendary, too. A Bigger Laugh From The Big Bash Crickets bumbling sandpaper cheat Cameron Bancroft returned to the crease this week in the Big Bash league, and the commentators were so busy tip-toeing around that elephant in the room, they managed to miss a wonderful howler made by their producer.

The commentators, all ex-sporting boofs, so not much could be expected of them, unquestioningly rabbited on about Bancrofts personal attainments, especially that last one. Returned to Tame Impala as their kazoo player? They didn;t dare question the truth of the matter, but they did have a rare old yukity-yuk about it. The producer had unwittingly copied and pasted this bit of nonsense lifted from a story that was doing the rounds, and had originated guess where? The Betoota Advocate, Australias funniest satirical paper. And for the record, Bancroft has never been in the band Tame Impaler, which has never featured a kazoo player anyway. The Pie is wondering, given Bancrofts infamous South African venture, if Bunnings might not offer sponsorship. And Now Off To The Week In Trumpistan and its wall-eyed child President.

. Thats it forn this week, and the silly season is coming to a close (not that you could tell at any time from our august organ of Flinders Street West), and some very interesting snippets have been dropping into the Nest for future examination. Wer will start on them next wee, but comments are running around the clock, so have your say. And any support by way of donation for the efforts over the coming year will as always be greatly appreciated. He how to donate button is below. http://www.townsvillemagpie.com.au/doing-a-little-with-a-lot-move-over-jesus-your-loaves-and-fishes-stunt-aint-in-it-against-the-townsville-bulletin/

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sweetlifetownsville · 6 years ago

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Doing A Little With A Lot: Move Over Jesus, Your Loaves And Fishes Stunt Ain't In It Against The Townsville Bulletin.

Speaking of Things Of The Past

This now sadly includes the much loved Michels restaurant in Palmer Street, which served its last mean on December 22nd. This is how the unexpected news was broken on FB.

Then the front page appeared, a cheesy tedious old trope of people spelling out the year. Many people more than 41, it would seem. But hang on, lets have a closer look.

Whats all this? This is what all this is.

and that resulted in the first correction of the year.

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