#vietnam au

[feddy-34]

better run through the jungle don't look back to see

[sc902]

Shaw Vietnam AU (she's a student checker, aka Sao đỏ in Vietnamese)

[gingerwerk]

happy thursday/friday. heres (perhaps? the first bit i've ever posted on here?) an excerpt from my upcoming hbo war vietnam era/post vietnam au series

i literally laid down on my bed and whipped this up in less than an hour and i fuck with it and im in a giving mood so please enjoy :)

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Cradling the cool, hard plastic of the payphone in between his cheek and his shoulder, Eugene pulled a few loose coins from his pants pocket and slipped them into the lot on the machine. It was getting late here but over on the West coast it was just around dinner time and hopefully he could catch him at home. He easily recalled the number and after only two rings, the line clicked.

“Hello?” the familiar, soft voice came through the phone line. 

“Jay, it’s Eugene,” he said, as a faint smile naturally appeared on his face.

“Gene, hey!” Jay responded, voice sounding more excited now that he knew it wasn’t some prank call or a wrong number. “What’s going on?”

What was going on? Eugene couldn’t help but wonder as he glanced around at the brightly lit up truck stop, everything slightly out of focus due to the combination of wear and dirt on the phone booth glass. 

He glanced at the gas station parking lot and still saw Snafu’s rusting blue pickup with the giant chrome Airstream attached. He didn’t seriously think Snafu would leave him in the middle of nowhere but Eugene couldn’t help the small bout of anxiety he got when he went too long without seeing Snafu or his- their -temporary home. All of a sudden he felt like he might as well have been five instead of twenty-five and he just lost sight of his mother at the market in town.  

“So, funny story…” Eugene started slowly, still processing how he would explain the situation he had willingly walked himself into.

“An actually funny story or funny like you need bail money- I assume not for you though, because this call isn’t coming from a police station,” Jay asked easily, tone even like he really wouldn’t have minded either scenario.

“Funny like Snafu showed up at my door Wednesday night,” Eugene stated, deciding to simply bite the bullet. “And I am calling you from a payphone outside Dayton, Ohio because he asked me to go on a road trip to the Grand Canyon and for some crazy reason I said yes. And I figured someone besides Bill and Faye should know so, yeah. That’s what’s going on with me right now.” 

For a long moment all Eugene could hear was the slight crackle of Jay’s breath as he slowly processed the news. While he waited, Eugene glanced over his shoulder again; still no sign of Snafu but the truck was still there. 

“That is a pretty funny situation you’ve got yourself in,” Jay decided after a long moment. “Now, I know you said you agreed to go with him but did you? Is this a willing trip or are you actually kidnapped and you’re calling for help. Cough twice if you’re in danger.”

“Jay,” Eugene sighed exasperatedly. “I’m really okay. I promise.”

“You sure?” his friend asked, the dry, sarcastic tone from before gone now and in its place was something more genuine, more concerned. 

Eugene frowned as he fidgeted with the phone cord for a moment. He had wanted to call Jay for several reasons. Firstly, he and Jay regularly communicated, via letters and occasional phone calls, if they wanted to swing the long-distance fee for something that couldn’t be held up by the U.S. postal service, and Eugene didn’t want to be thought of as rude if a letter went unanswered for longer than usual. He also wanted to let Jay know that Snafu was not only alive but seemingly okay, as he was one of approximately four people who would like to know that information. Lastly, however, Eugene wanted to call Jay because he was the only person alive who knew what the fuck had actually gone on between the two of them while in Vietnam. Perhaps Eugene should have called him back when he was weighing the pros and cons of traveling across the country with the man and none of his friends seemed to understand why he was so hesitant to go along with the man who, to the rest of the world, was just one of his closest war buddies, but that ship had long since sailed. At the very least he could let someone know his situation in case things blew up later and he needed an ally to help pick up his pieces. 

“I’m sure,” Eugene said definitively. “I promise.”

As Eugene picked his head up, he watched as Snafu exited the gas station with a mildly irritated expression on his face and a paper bag in hand. He watched for a long moment as Snafu’s eyes scanned the parking lot before they finally landed on him in the booth. Ignoring how his stomach lurched in a not-totally-uncomfortable way as Snafu put him in his sights, Eugene simply raised his hand to let the man know he saw him before Eugene turned his back to him so he could finish his phone call.

“If you’re sure, Eugene,” Jay decided quietly. “You say you’re gonna see the Canyon?”

“Yeah, finally,” Eugene huffed with a small, sad smile.

“Well, make sure you take some good pictures to send to me,” Jay responded, the slightly stilted tone in his voice let Eugene know Jay remembered what the Grand Canyon really meant to him.

“I will. Faye let me borrow her camera.” 

Faye’s beloved Kodak was currently nestled away in a storage compartment in Snafu’s Airstream. Eugene didn’t want to risk damaging or even losing such a beloved possession on the trip but Faye would not hear of it. She not only wanted pictures of the Grand Canyon but also told Eugene to take as many pictures as he could to remember the trip. 

“Hey, so, I gotta run, Snafu’s looking at me all pissed from across the parking lot and I think he’s beginning to scare off the patrons of the gas station,” Eugene said as he looked over his shoulder and watched for a moment as Snafu lit himself a new cigarette before he began to shuffle back to his truck. 

“Thanks for calling and letting me know,” Jay said. “Feel free to call again when you can or if Snafu wants, you can give him my information. It’d be nice to hear from him.”

“Be careful, he might show up at your door next and ask to go on a trip to Canada.”

“Can’t say I’ve been up north before so I might go if he asked,” Jay said easily. “But I’ll let you go.”

“Bye, Jay.”

“Bye, Gene.”

Hanging the phone back on its cradle, Eugene pushed out of the slightly claustrophobic booth and quickly crossed the parking lot until he reached where Snafu was casually leaning against the side of his truck, his cigarette half smoked as it hung out of the corner of his mouth. Once Snafu’s pale eyes landed on him, he pushed off the side of the truck and climbed back into the cab of his truck.

“Who’d you call?” he grunted as Eugene climbed into the passengers side of the cab.

“Jay,” Eugene answered, deciding to go for the truth.

“De L’Eau?” Snafu asked, a hint of surprise in his voice as he started up the truck and slowly pulled out of the parking lot, the large airstream towed behind them making it a bigger production than usual..

“You know any other Jays?”

“Damn, there anybody from over there who you haven’t kept in touch with?” 

“Yeah, you,” Eugene responded shortly as he continued to stare straight ahead through the windshield. 

Instead responding, Snafu simply flipped on the car radio and let the twangy tones of Creedence Clearwater Revival fill up the space of the cab as they drove down the dark, semi-deserted road in search of somewhere out of the way to park the Airstream for the night.

[33max]

Yes everything sounds amazing with the streets and stuff! The only thing is we don’t have candy shrimp and Catherine wheels in America. I literally go to skinner butte park to study when the weather is nice (it’s freezing cold rn) and bring my blanket and laptop.

Ah I’m so glad! Honestly if the sweets are not right google has failed me!!!! Maybe they’re just really old and no longer around… 👀

Thank you so much for your message, it’s so cool that the random park I picked in Eugene means something to you!!! It does to Max and Daniel too ♥️

[dreamwatch]

Just thinking of the Vietnam AU and realising I’ll have to buzz Eddie’s hair off. 😭

Angsty moment though… 🤔… *adds to notes*

[icarusredwings]

Be warned. I wrote this at midnight. I have no clue what im talking about. Do you get it?

"Why doesn't this wolverine teach history? Other wolverine did"

Well, because THAT Wolverine had a Charles. Let me remind you just how fragile Logan's mental state is and just how quickly his brain can throw him into a temporary amnesia due to shock and / or panic that is triggered by his CPTSD.

The thing is, this Wolverine has a Wade. Not a Charles. Sure, Jean could probably do something to him if things got too crazy but you know just how dangerous of territory that would be. Yes, Charles doesn't have a healing factor but it was his confidence and perfect reassuring words that helped him, plus If something did happen Im pretty sure he wouldn't blame him much anyway. He knows what hes dealing with. This isnt to say that jean doesn't but I can see her panicking too much and Logan would feed off of that fear and panic and become worse.

Wade, on the other hand, is neither calm nor says the right things, BUT he can't die :D Which is a massive YES when it comes to dealing with a panicking 3+ time war veteran with knife hands. And is known to attack first ask later.

Trying to teach the kids about 'Nam, a thing sets him off. He stares off into space for a bit, Backs up and his breath gets heavy. The hairs on his arms are raised up and his pupils dilate, they widden and its as if he doesn't even remember he's a teacher.

When he starts the whole "Who are you? Where am I!?" Thing, a student (probably the oldest or one that's been dubbed most responsible) slowly just gets up and leaves to tell a trusted adult.

"Mrs. Munroe?"

"Yes?"

"Mr. Howlett is acting funny again."

"Okay darling. Go fetch Mr. Wilson for me? There's a dear."

She, calm as ever walks into the class room, standing away from the door so not to make him feel trapped, and very clearly shows her hands as she gestures the kids to leave.

Backing himself into a corner, he watches them one by one leave, Gripping at the chalk boards ledge and the windowsil, trying to balance and ground himself.

"Come now children. Quietly and slowly please. Good job. Go next door to Mrs. Summers please." Sending them to the next class room so to leave this one empty.

She stands off to the side of the room. Hands in front of her, smiling softly. "Hello Logan."

"What? Who are you?" He almost hisses but can't help but to feel not so threatened. He always did have a sweet spot for women. Maybe its their scent difference, but like most reactive animals, he's a little calmer for women. A little more trusting.

"Im a dear friend of yours. My name is Ororo. You are in no danger here." She states this practiced sentence with the same whisper of a voice.

"Where the fuck am I. How did I get here!? Did you bring me here!?" At this point he's growling.

"Logan, I assure you that no one forced you here. This is a school. You're a teacher."

"A teacher..?" Just a tad he softens, as if you had just told someone who wanted to be a vet when they grew up that they actually would become a very good vet, except the look in his eyes was as if questioning why they would ever him do that. Be a teacher I mean.

"Yes. If you would like to leave that is okay." She slowly sits in a spare chair, her leg crossing, not knowing how long she will need to play baby sitter but she hoped someone soon would alert the other staff of this. It IS a safety risk after all and Ororo knew that if he hurt anyone at all he'd immediately regret it terribly so when he woke.

"You.. you told her to go get someone. Why? Who are you getting? For what!?" Another snap, as if he thought she was trying to trick him into letting his gaurd down.

She smiles. "Your husband."

"What the fuck do you mean my 'husband'!? What are you sayin' lady!?" The venom in the way he says this makes her giggle a bit. Oh, goodness. He really did lose all of his memories, didn't he? How was the same man who once was so dastardly in love with scott to the point of shredding his heart into a gazillion pieces and is married to the silliest man alive, so internally homophobic? The irony of the thought made her laugh.

"And that kids is how you slice someone into sushi. Rice not included-" His weapons tatics and saftey class is interrupted.

"Mr. Wilson?"

"Oh hey, squirt! You wanna learn how to disconnect someone's joints without even leaving a puncture wound?"

"Maybe later.. uhm...Mr. Howlett's scared again..."

You just see Wade running out on these kids like "I'M COMING WOLVIE!"

"What, you think it's funny!? I ain't got a husband lady! Now, Im leaving! And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" He goes to walk out the door only to run into said husband, who immediately hugs him.

"Babe!! Hi! They told me- OUCH- okay yeah I deserved that- no tocuhy I forgot."

And is stabbed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Get off me! Freak!"

"D'aawww!! Did you see that? He called me a freak! I hate to tell ya cupcake, but you're married to this freak. Now, what's wrOOW- Mad kitty are we? Woah there tiger! Easy boy!"

Logan looks at him, confused, stabs him again, and is trying to figure out why Wade's not dying. He goes to slash him in the head and wades like "WAITWAITWAIT NOT INFRONT OF THE KIDS-"

Mrs. Munroe, by now, has gotten up and left, closing the door and letting out a big sigh, wondering what shade of red they were going to paint the room this time.

She does a little clicky on her walkie and infroms all the staff about the situation and so for the next half hour or so, Logan's kids get to skip class and said classroom now needs a deep scrub.

And this ladies and gentlemen is why this Logan doesn't teach history anymore.

P.E. is SOOOO much easier on his mental status, and sometimes Wade joins, and he puts the whole class against him to make them work on their team building skills. Plus- it's funny to watch your husband get slapped in the head with 20 dodgeballs.

[cynderrfall]

Happy lunar new year!

[brown-sugar-89]

im scared of what suzette could have read about creampuff to startle her so bad, when she's normally so callous :[

WAKE UP PEOPLE OF MY BLOG, SWAP LORE DROPPED ❗ hehehe

Oooo I'm so glad I got these two asks! :D I guess it's fine if I reply them in one post..

I've been thinking about Creampuff being an air force pilot in the past and "peppino got PTSD running gag" finally coming full circle (land-sea-air)

Instead of feeling prideful of being a war criminal like Pizzano does (I explained that in one of my previous posts!), he's instead super traumatized and haunted by that like Pepi is. So it's just.. kind of the fine mix between two? I think. This or that, it changed Creampuff into an anxious horrible mess he is now. :]

Suzette genuinely breaking her character is her stumbling upon the fact Puff might actually be NOT the best person to deal with. It's up to you if you want to consider this canon or not though, since honestly I made this comic just for giggles and I don't really want to overdo whole "boohoo angst" stuff !! Sugary Swap is still a very stupid and goofy creation of mine and I'd be more than glad if it remains this way for you fellas

[gre4zerz]

Darry and Ponyboy making Soda's favorite dish and making everything nice for him...

Just to find out he died in Vietnam the month before.

(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

[hoasens]

punk vietphuc x qi lolita with taiviet

[wxxderbxrr]

yo wassup am back again :DD

i tried my best to make it look like a front cover of those japanese magazines i saw on pinterest :')) it was difficult finding the right fonts but i did it and it took a long time too :'))

also don't worry about thailand (he's their manager), been their #1 defender since day 1

[feddy-34]

Andrei is to his left, Tee to his right, arguing yet again about who would have to set up the clackers for the night. Sixteen miles from base camp and they have to sleep out in the bushes.  “Will you two shut the fuck up?” Ja’marr’s had it with their bickering. It’s too hot and too humid to listen to the constant bitching of grunts. He’s answered with a twin set of glares, which doesn’t bother Ja’marr nearly as much as Andrei’s whispered threats. He’ll have to check his helmet for spiders again.

[reddaepic]

I try?

Vpep! I miss him qvq

[gingerwerk]

eye(s) for the WIP game! I’m excited that you’re working on something!! 🧡

💛💛💛

A part of him wanted to say yes but a much larger, more sensible part of him knew that he could only say no. He couldn’t just give up days- weeks -of his life to go traveling across the country on a whim with this man after he had suddenly reappeared in his life after years of silence. It would be insane. 

Squaring his shoulders slightly, Eugene gave his head a slight shake.

“No,” he answered firmly. “I can’t, Snafu, I- it was nice to see you again and you’re welcome to keep in touch but you’re just gonna have’ta take this trip by yourself.”

Preparing to hold firm on his answer, Eugene sat back in his seat and waited for Snafu’s reaction. For a very brief moment, he thought he saw a flicker of disappointment in his pale eyes but it was gone in the time it took Snafu to bring his hand from where it rested on the table to his lips; any reaction he might’ve allowed himself to show was covered in a quick exhale of smoke. 

“Fine by me,” Snafu grunted as he threw an arm over the back of the booth and relaxed in his seat, the picture of unbothered. “Just figured I’d offer before I moved on."

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Send me a word, any word, and if it’s in my WIP I’ll answer your ask with the sentence or line it appears in.

[33max]

I’m reading ur latest fic and it’s set in the city I’m living in rn bc I’m a college student. I’m lowkey freaking out bc no one ever uses Eugene in fic. Lovely little city very fun for a college student.

OH MY GOD! This is so wild to me and I am actually British, and I have never been to Eugene, so I hope the sense of place is okay to you? I worked really really hard to get the park, river and street names right! ♥️

[sliebman10]

War AU

“When do you have to go?” Remus asked, taking Sirius’s hands in his. 

“Day after tomorrow,” he said, twisting his draft card in his hands. 

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Sirius said quietly. 

Remus walked with him to the draft office. Every step was heavy with dread. Protestors surrounded the building, all with colorful signs and clothes. Sirius held Remus’s hand tightly as he looked around, shaking out his long, black hair that would surely be gone after this appointment.

He thought of flying around the world to a foreign country. He thought of learning to use a gun. He thought of taking orders and being attacked and having to fight back at a moment’s notice.

“Give me your lighter,” he murmured to Remus. He obliged and Sirius held his draft card to the flame. “Make love, not war!” he cried and the assembled cheered. 

Word count: 149

@wolfstarmicrofic