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lunamadrigal · 2 years

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Did someone say part three to the Road Trip drabble? 👀

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🗺📍Map Quest // Road Trip (part three)

The stale hot smell of pizza replaced whatever earlier stench had been festering inside our VW bus. Even the breeze that whipped through the rolled down windows hadn’t managed to carry the scent of meat lover’s pizza outside. Two large pies were hardly enough for the five of us after Ignacio and Auri destroyed half each, downing a bizarre mixture of every flavor of soda the fountain drink dispenser had available with it. The sight of them chugging the ‘diabetes in a cup’, as Angelina called it, made my teeth hurt and judging from their blue tinted lips I half expect them to regret that decision shortly.

“It looks like you made out with a Smurf dude.” Ignacio blurted out with a devilish grin while mid-scroll on his phone.

“Have you seen your own lips Ignacio?!”

“Oh, not just mine duderino.” Nacio raised an eyebrow in my direction with his snarky remark.

“Why me? I didn’t even say anything?”

Javi snorted between laughs in the passenger seat and turned barely enough to face us. “I’m calling you Smurf-iego from now on.”

Ehh.. That one should bother me but the Smurfs are kinda cute… Right? Right. They’re adorable. Who doesn’t love a Smurf. Well I guess they’re singing is a little annoying but other than that, cute. Doubt worked its way into my mind, thinking it over though.

“Mi sol..”, Auri’s breath nipped at my neck where he whispered, “.. some of the uhhh–” His finger tapped his own lips lightly as a smile crept up and fought the blue stain for attention.

OF COURSE. There weren’t two sets of Smurf lips sitting in the back of the bus. Nope. There were three. At least there wasn’t 200 grams of sugar floating down my bloodstream to earn it.

“So.. Is blue my color?” I wiggled my nose at him, teasing him back.

“BOYS. HONEYMOON.” It sounded like a playful threat but best not push Ignacio so I leaned myself back again, not taking my eyes off of Auri who added one of his famous eyerolls at the comment.

“SHUT UP AND LOOK!” The bus came to a sudden sharp stop, so sharp that it was only luck that we hadn’t gotten whiplash from Angelina’s driving skills.

“LOOOOOOK!” Her dainty fists gripped the wheels tighter, shaking it with excitement. Good thing she was inside the bus or she probably would have floated off into space, seeing stars.

A pristine white stretch of road signaled the start of the resort with every type of tropical plant even Isabela would be envious of. The palma de cera were unmatched in height, towering along the sidewalk and casting their own shadow puppets onto the stone, offering visitors below a quick relief from the sun.

“Names?” A serious voice interrupted from the driver’s side window as we all stared out ahead at the resort.

“It’s quite something but if you want in I’ll still need those names.” The woman nudged her glasses back up her nose before fixing a strand of her amber hair, looking as if she has had her fair dose of unruly teens for the day.

“It’s under Madrigal.” No nonsense Javi blankly stated while handing Angelina the reservation print out.

“And you all are —” The woman paused, studying us and while her expression remained stoic her eyes gave away something. “— unaccompanied?”

Maybe she was just showing concern? But surely having a group of teens isn’t that out of the ordinary, right?

“Listen —” Ignacio jumped to his feet, ducking inside the small space in the bus and pushed his way up to lean out the window at her. Oh here we go. Fasten your seat belts. I cringed half expecting some hilarious remark from Ignacio but he fell silent. “Uh– R-E-E-M..” He read her name tag in the most unsure tone possible by his standards.

“What??” Auri shot up, squeezing over the seat’s headrest to peek at what flustered Ignacio. “No dude, it’s R-E-A-M, see..” He pointed at the white and gold trimmed tag on her buttonup shirt.

“Looks like R-E-M, ya know like rem sleep…” Javi added matter-of-factly from his passenger seat.

“Nahhhh bro! It's pronounced Reem.”

“Rem.”

“Reammmmmm…”

“EXCUSE ME!” The woman hollered, holding back a smile. “It’s Reme. For Remedios.”

The bus was silent aside from the soft music coming from Angelina’s playlist in the background. Nobody dared argue with her.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Just call me CJ.” She breathed out.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO REEM.” Ignacio laughed, narrowing his eyes at the tag yet still pronouncing it wrongly his way.

“Reme.” The correction came swift like a dagger but the woman’s smile hadn’t faltered. “Head on in. Drive down to the circle, parking is in the back…” She motioned down the road before leaning in and crossing her arms over the open window.

“Oh, and kids—” A smirk played on her lips, suddenly erasing her earlier serious demeanor. Maybe she saw something in us before?

“In case you need a guide…” In one smooth motion she slid a small flyer from her waist. Where the hell had she been keeping that? Were there more? I scooched in closer to try and catch a glimpse of her outfit.

A wink was all she gave us to finish that sentence. And something told me by the sparkle in Ignacio’s eye that we’d definitely be taking her up on that offer. Sketch adventure and all.

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I found the idea of teens being lil turds and not figuring out how to pronounce Reme's name very funny in my head 😅

Reme belongs to @clichejoe

Triplets belong to @artsynellyyy @cheesy-cryptid

#its reme guys #adults getting migraines from teens is a classic #but they're so cute idc #what sort of adventure guide would reme be #road trip drabble #encanto oc #encanto fic #encanto drabble

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plasmodiumpyrexia · 1 year

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A short thing inspired by @warmblanketwhump‘s post about fever chills that's been in my drafts for way too long 😅

The conversation had become a distant blur of sounds A no longer had the energy to follow; they ceased the polite nods and “mhm”s miles ago, opting instead to sit quietly, gazing out the window at passing scenery with half-lidded eyes while the others chatted around them.

"...'bout you A?" Who? "Think they fell asleep" C gently nudged A's arm and repeated B's question "We're stopping soon, do you want anything?" "No..." They shivered. "...could you turn down the AC?" B's brow furrowed in concern from behind the wheel. "A, the AC is off. You ok?" Now that they though about it, A had been unusually quiet. "Mhm" A mumbled. They were still half-asleep, still exhausted and aching and freezing... but they didn't to ruin the trip. A straightened up in the seat and did their best to keep the next shiver at bay. "Yeah, I'm fine."

#sickfic whump #fever #hiding an illness #chills #illness #i just love the idea of a character getting sick on a road trip #C reaches for A's forehead and either 1: A involuntarily leans into the touch and C notices how warm they are #or 2: A doesn't let them touch and gets to hide it a little longer #B decides to get some medicine at the rest stop just in case?#(if anyone wants to expand on this drabble go ahead!)

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thornsnvultures · 9 months

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eddie munson x plus size!reader

a little drabble about going on a road trip with eddie, steve & robin based on this ask i got yesterday

cw: past body image issues, implied past eating disorder

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"Please don't eat that," Steve blanches at the hot dog in your hands. "Those things are terrible for you."

"Don't judge my choice of food. This road trip just started and I didn't have breakfast," you huff and roll your eyes.

"I'm just looking out for you," Steve holds his hands up, backing out of your way so you can grab napkins and a few ketchup packets.

"I'll be fine, Steven. I've had worse things in my mouth."

Steve snorts out a laugh and crosses his arms. "Yeah, you've been with Munson for, what, a year now?"

"Rude," Eddie gasps, dramatically raising the heart shaped sunglasses he's wearing to the top of his head. He's loaded up with chips in one arm and a liter of soda in the other.

"Hey, babe. Any of that for me?"

"You can have whatever you like, sweetheart," Eddie says with a wink. He pushes around Steve to press a kiss to your cheek, making his way to the register.

"I'm just saying," Steve presses, following you following Eddie, "you don't know what kinda mystery meat is in that thing. Or how long it was on that roller for."

"Well good news for you, Steve," you smile at him, handing the dog to the cashier to get rung up. "You don't have to eat it."

Steve throws up his arms and walks out. He heads to where Robin's waiting for the three of you in the van, already done filling the tank.

"Don't let him bother you, baby," Eddie wraps his arm around you as you walk out together. His big bag of snacks and drinks are slung over his shoulder. Steve didn't bother you, and you tell Eddie as much.

"He's just looking out for me. He can't help it."

The sun is really beating down today, you can't wait to get back on the road with the windows down.

"I don't like him shaming you for what you eat," he whispers, the usual lightness in his voice replaced with concern. You feel Eddie bristle like a cat puffing his fur out. The posturing is cute but unnecessary.

"I'm fine, Eddie. And I appreciate you wanting to defend my honor, good sir," you smile and kiss his cheek and his hackles lower.

Eddie bows as he opens the van door for you and you laugh. He helps you climb in and kisses your hand before he lets you go.

"Get a move on, nerds!" Robin calls from the backseat. Eddie hands you the snacks and jogs around to the other side of the van.

You might've let Steve's comment bother you before, let his worry settle in your mind like an insult to your weight, your appetite. But you know better, you know Steve's worried about your health and keeling over from a tainted dog. He's not your mother, worrying over calories. He's your friend and a damn good one.

You pull out your hot dog and eat, finally, after a morning of packing and stressing that you'd forget something. Eddie smiles at you from the driver's seat, cranking up the tunes. Steve and Robin argue in the back but the open windows muffle them slightly and you settle. You're with friends, you're going to have a good summer, and you're not going to let anything stop you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #tw body insecurity #tw past abuse #tw past eating disorder #road trip fic #my fics

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polaroidtelevision · 1 year

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I was going to post a list of the several writer steve aus bouncing around in my head for people to take and use as they please but then I spiralled on a specific one and now it’s at 2k and counting and too long to post here like I was going to so anyway chapter one of this will be out on ao3 soon. Maybe

Basically Steve’s a writer and Eddie’s a barista at a queer friendly cafe with a rockstar side gig.

It’s 1987, the upside down didn’t happen, Steve finally gets out of his parents house and gets an apartment with robin in the city. He starts going to community college to work towards eventually being a counselor or teacher or something. While he isn’t studying he picks up hobbies he felt like he could never even begin to approach while under his parents roof and he and robin explore the queer scene of the area(he realized he was bisexual in 1985). They find a cafe not far from the apartment, it’s called Dorothy’s Keep, it’s decorated very fantastically and it just screams this is a safe place to be yourself, not to mention the name, it’s a queer refuge hiding in plain sight. And Steve becomes a regular. He claims a table in the corner and spends lots of time their studying, and then he starts writing. He gets the idea on a whim one day when on the phone with Dustin, who’s telling him about their latest dnd campaign back in Hawkins. The storyline evolves into its own thing in his head, and then he puts his own twists into the scene, his own monsters and characters, and he starts writing. Its a fantasy horror romance that starts out being about a boy and a girl, but after a few interactions with the cute barista at Dorothy’s keep he makes the main characters queer. His writing end up being good, and he’s cranking the story out, between the atmosphere at the cafe and his life being actually pretty sorted out, he can finally afford to be creative.

Said cute barista AKA Eddie Munson always greets Steve by name or nickname when he comes in now, it’s been a couple months since he first started coming in, and maybe Eddie has a bit of a crush on his favorite regular.

One day he sees Steve looking particularly frustrated in the corner, and frustrated Steve looks like a kicked puppy and Eddie just can’t have that going on, so he decides to finally gather the courage to do something like he’s been meaning to. So he brings Steve his favorite pastry that he often orders. Steve says “I uh, I didn’t order this?” And Eddie says something about how he looked so sad and “i can’t have my favorite regular being down in the dumps, now, can I?”

Steve says thanks and is like yeah you know what I’m done with this for today and closes the journal he’s writing in and Eddie’s guesses “schoolwork?” And Steve replies with “nah, writers block is kicking my ass.”

Naturally, Eddie asks “you’re a writer?” And it ends with Steve telling him all about his story for the next hour and Eddie assuring him that he’s the manager and won’t get in trouble for extending his break a bit and they flirt. Like. A lot.

They talk more often after that and flirt a lot and we’ll, you can guess where the story is headed.

Keep an eye out for the fic, it’s gonna be super gay and cute, I’ll repost this when chapter one is out. I haven’t decided if I’m gonna add angst yet or not, but knowing me there’ll be a.. little bit. There’ll be a happy ending though, I promise.

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willowser · 2 years

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edit to add: it's because of this incredible fanart that i got this brainworm

no bc i need to talk about this, like i'm NOT DONE like bakugou as your next door neighbor !! since you were a child !! and it's a nice neighborhood and his parents seem well adjusted and have clean-cut professional jobs and hold dinner parties with your parents and they're always bringing something delicious for the neighborhood new year's get together.

BUT THEIR SON IS A LITTLE HELLION. the kid that had a mohawk in middle school and made fun of you for not using cuss words until you were like 13. and he's not a bad kid, bc he still is at the top of all his classes and never breaks the law or anything -- but he comes to school after his 16th birthday with a piercing through the middle of his lip and the clothes he wears are black and baggy and he drives an old beat up, cherry red shelby mustang and you're pretty sure he got the tattoo on his forearm before he was 18.

and your dad is like. absolutely not. don't even look at that boy. can't even be caught dead with him.

you've been neighbors for almost your entire life, but it's not like you're really friends. hung out together when there was no one else and your dad was too busy talking about the upcoming season for fishing and golfing to notice. your mom doesn't mind so much bc he's really not terrible, just a wicked little brat, and the week he started playing the drums, nobody in a five mile radius got any sleep. still blares music with open windows and turns it up even louder when you wave at him from across the lawn to shut up.

at graduation, he accepts his diploma -- summa cum laude, of course, the little shit -- and almost gets kicked off stage for sticking his tongue out in the picture. wears all this smudged liner under his eyes and gels his hair out at a million different angles. bc he's the WORST. and your parents try to throw a combined graduation party bc it's easier to plan, but of course bakugou could care less. doesn't even show up until the very end, after most of everyone is gone. counts all the money from the congrats grad! cards he got and then tells you,

"'m gettin' the fuck out of here after this."

you don't think he means the party.

"hate this shit," he grumbles, and you're surprised that he's even talking to you. in his backyard, in front of the beautifully built fire pit for those cold fall nights. it's still hot in june, but he lit it out of spite, bc he doesn't mind the heat. "never gonna be like these fuckin' losers, worried about what everyone else thinks of me 'n shit. oh the HOA will be upset if we decorate the lawn with skeletons, fuck you."

it makes you laugh--he kind of always does, with how crass he can be--and he looks at you, sitting in the wicker chair beside him. he looks like he's glowing in the fire light, liner looking even darker with the shadows on his face. he's traded the stud in his lip for a little hoop in his septum, another in his eyebrow almost hidden in his hair.

"know your ass is gonna stick around here," he says it like an accusation, frowning. "gonna fuckin'--look for some prince charming, tuxedo mask douchebag. shack up and buy a house in the hills or somethin'."

"maybe," you shrug, earning a scoff from him. now that high school is over, the future seems so--open ended. you thought you'd be prepared by now, after all that your parents have tried to instill in you since elementary school, but. you don't know. maybe you don't want to go to law school. "or maybe i'll--join a rock band. dye my hair pink and split my tongue, or something."

you stick your tongue out for emphasis and he watches you closely, sticking his own out in response. when you laugh again, he shuffles in his seat and looks away.

"whatever." bakugou snorts, "you don't know the first thing about bein' in a band. i'd have to teach you everything."

"oh, you think you could?"

"hell yeah," he grins, wicked, all sharp teeth and sin. "learn from the fuckin' master."

"oh my god," you roll your eyes, but smile at him anyway. his eyes dart down to the curve of your lips, the apple of your cheeks, and then he's looking away again. speaking into the fire instead.

"i mean i guess i could, if you wanted, or whatever." the only fully painted fingernail remaining on his left hand is his pinky, and he picks at with interest. "if you--wanna come with me, not like i give a shit."

you try to picture it, you and him. katsuki. in the passenger seat of his car with nothing but clothes in a backpack, money stuffed in your pockets. wherever he's going--you don't even know--but it couldn't be too bad, with him. stopping in a motel when the driving gets old, buying snacks to feed him so he doesn't have to take his eyes off the road. he could be there when you get your first tattoo, and even though he'd make fun of you no matter what you choose, you don't think there's anyone else you would want there but him.

"when are we leaving?" you ask it to the sky, open and unending. dark and dazzling just like him.

from the corner of your eye, you can see him look at you for a long time before he snorts again, soft. disappointed, almost, because he knows it could never be. your fate has already been sealed, molded, starting from the day you moved in next door, and no matter how much you'd love to throw caution to the wind and follow him--it's just a dream.

"first thing tomorrow," he murmurs, and your heart thumps harder in your chest. so violent that it hurts. when you look at him, his face is turned up to the sky, too. "don't be late."

#bye the fanart i'm finished #the emo in me is like -- living #also bad guy x good girl trope is like such a classic #and i am still a sucker for it hfhaehfieah #semi kind of friends that have to part ways after high school is over kick me straight in the heart #all the things he wants to say !!! bc he's running out of time !!!#he's RUN OUT of time !!!#but what would it change anyway ?? two separate paths in life...#bye i made myself sad with this LOL #also road trip au PLEASE #okay okay i'm done i got it out of my system #bakugou drabble #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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evaofkonoha · 8 months

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shisui & itachi roadtrip nonsense

In Arizona

"Wha---what is that?" Shisui asks, eyes narrowing as he leans in closer to the glass case.

"I believe that is the Thing," Itachi deadpans, caught somewhere between annoyance and amusement at the novelty of this road-side stop.

Shisui narrows his eyes at the gray mass tucked in the case. "Do you think it's real?" He whispers.

Itachi rolls his eyes. "Probably not. It appears to be a paper mache craft project."

"Ah c'mon Itachi! The magic is in believing!" Shisui chides, looking up at Itachi with sparkling eyes. Shisui knows he is charming and insanely persuasive, hence why they keep making stops at every roadside attraction in the continental United States.

"It's not very convincing," itachi remarks, taking in what is supposed to be proof of the extraterrestrial but really feels like a waste of time.

"Then close your eyes and believe."

"I won't be able to see it then."Shisui smiles back at him.

"Exactly."

In Colorado

They camp for a night in the Great Sand Dunes National Park, because one of Itachi's goals for this grand roadtrip is to hot up as many National Parks as possible. The sand dunes are magnificent as they are astonishing.

"Isn't in crazy how all of a sudden there's just… sand. Like, sand everywhere," Shisui remarks, letting a handful of it slip through his fingers.

Itachi smiles softly.

"It's a little unexplainable, isn't it? I'm sure there's a reason why this is here, but it's almost more magical to not know why and instead just be amazed that it's here at all."

Quirking an eyebrow, smirk growing, Shisui quips, "Oh so now you're filled with mystery and adventure?"

The next day, Itachi buys a so-ugly-it's-cute Bigfoot Christmas ornament in a junky shop in Colorado Springs. When asked what compelled him to buy it, Itachi just responds with a cheeky grin,

"I don't know, kind of reminded me of you."

Shisui pouts a little at that.

In Oklahoma

Itachi's head whips to determine if what he saw in his perriferal is actually real. Interestingly enough, it is.

"Pull over there," he says, voice tinged with an edge of urgency.

Shisui follows where he is pointing, crossing the highway to find… Alvin and the Chipmunks?

Itachi's already half-crawling into the backseat to grab the camera. "You have to get my picture."

Shisui sits stunned at the events unfolding, not quite processing what is going on before it finally hits him that they are now pulled into the parking lot of a Marijuana despinsery so that Itachi can get his picture with three massive and slightly unnerving chipmunks. Of course he loves Itachi, so he takes the camera and gets out of the SUV.

In Arkansas

Their adventures have taken them to the Ozark mountain range, specifically to the small town of Eureka Springs, nestled and built into the mountain side. It has quirky, tourist shops, interesting restaurants, and a sex shop right in the middle of town. And not just any kind of sex shop, but a slightly trashy one.

So of course, Shisui just has to go in it.

Hand in hand, Shisui leads (drags) Itachi amongst the families visiting the little town towards the shop. Not one to be too embarrassed about his sexuality usually, the location and lack of any subtlety has a small blush growing on Itachi's cheeks. He finds himself keeping his head down and hoping his bangs will keep him from being recognized (as if he knows any of these people).

They make it into the shop, which smells very strongly of lemon intense, and immediately Shisui's eyes light up at the cheap lingerie sets and sex toys scattered about with seemingly no rhyme or reason.

They spend the next twenty minutes pursuing---at least Shisui is---occasionally stopping when Shisui finds something to menace Itachi with.

Making their way to one of the back corners, away from the very open windows to the street or the front counter, Shisui pulls Itachi in close for a kiss.

"You're cute when you blush," he whispers against Itachi's lips. Of course, Itachi blushes just a little bit at the compliment.

"And you're annoying."

"You find it endearing. Honestly, I'm a little horny. Want to get something and maybe go find a place to try it out?" Shisui nuzzles against Itachi's cheek. "I saw a maid set that you would look so cute in back by the window…"

Itachi pulls away with a blush and a scoff. "And the mood is dead."

They ended up not getting the cheap maid costume, but a few other things. Needless to say, the mood was not entirely dead.

This was fun to write. I couldn't sleep so I worked this out on my phone. If you have a state you would like to see them visit, don't hesitate to tell me! This is a fun little writing exercise and I would love to add more to it <3

#Shiita #uchiha itachi #naruto #fanfic #itachi uchiha #naruto fanfiction #itachi #shisui #shisui uchiha #uchiha shisui #Drabble #Ficlet #Road trip au #Road trip #Traveling #Writing #writing exercise

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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I was hiking in the redwoods today and saw a couple where the guy was so excited about the trees and it made me write this.

“This pamphlet says that redwood trees have a fireproof exterior,” Steve says, looking at the brochure the ranger had given them. “That’s why they continue growing even after their insides have been fire damaged.”

“That’s deep,” Eddie says. Santa Cruz was their last stop on the Corroded Coffin Atlantic tour. They’d gotten into the hotel late the night before, and the rest of the band was still asleep. Eddie had insisted on seeing the redwoods this morning, for reasons he couldn’t vocalize and nobody else understood. Steve begrudgingly went along with Eddie, driving the Volkswagen bus carefully through the winding mountains.

Now at the park, Eddie was all eyes, tipping his head back to the redwood canopy above them. Steve doesn’t totally understand, but he likes watching Eddie’s excitement. It smells green and cold, and everything is dripping and mossy and fresh.

Then they turn the corner, and Eddie gasps like a Disney kid meeting Mickey.

“WOW!”

The tree is at least forty feet in circumference, blackened in some spots, with dark burls bulging out across the path. Steve looks up, but the top is too far to see, and it makes him dizzy. He looks back down to Eddie.

“OH MY GOD IT'S HUGE!”

Eddie raises his arms up, like he’s trying to somehow mimic the tree in front of them. He jumps up and down and punches the air.

“THAT’S AMAZING! Look at how knobby it is. It’s like it’s melted or something. This is BEAUTIFUL!”

Eddie throws his head back and spins, laughing, his arms wide open. Burnt tree, regrowing. And Steve watches him, and knows. This is it. He’s in love.

#steve stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #joe quinn #joe keery #joseph quinn #drabble #fluff #santa cruz #enthusiastic eddie munson #Steddie road trip #stranger things

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password-door-lock · 6 months

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Mystictober Day 26-- Road Trip

“Come on,” Unknown calls, dragging you behind him without hesitation. He has to keep his hands on you anyway, to make sure that you don't escape, and if you're not going to move efficiently, then he's going to move you himself. You had your chance to walk quickly, and you lost it when you decided to stand there staring at him instead. “Get in the car now, cutie.”

“Alright.” You do as he says, at least, sliding into the passenger side of the car. Unknown scowls— this is not how he imagined the interaction playing out. First of all, you should be in the backseat, not the front— as far as he’s concerned, you're cargo, not his driving buddy. Second of all, as cute as it is, he didn't exactly imagine that you would be excited to come with him. Did you lie about the lock on purpose just so he would take you? If that's the case, he's going to need to teach you some manners once you get to Magenta. You confirm his assessment by reaching across the car and slamming your hand down on the horn. “Road trip!” You cheer, honking the horn again.

That, at least, gets Unknown scrambling into the car so that he can pull your hand off of the horn. The last thing he needs is someone hearing it and rushing down here to investigate the commotion. “And what do you think you're doing?” His tone is as measured as he can possibly make it, though he’s already approaching the end of his patience after only a few minutes of your antics.

“Sorry.” You make a big show of placing your hands demurely in your lap, but Unknown isn't fooled. He's going to have to keep an eye on you— just great. How on Earth are you going to serve as a proper assistant if you can't even get into a car without causing trouble? “I'm just excited.”

“What are you excited for, hm?” Unknown can't help but play along. He has mixed feelings about you, about this, about everything, and pressing you for information seems to be the best way to handle the situation. You should never be allowed to hide any information from him, anyway.

“We're going on a road trip,” you explain as he fastens his seat belt and begins backing out of the parking space. “Right? Aren't you taking me someplace far away?”

Unknown considers the question. Three hours is a bit far, he supposes, although he's made the trek out here to spy on you so many times that it doesn't really feel much like an event for him. Still, you spend so much time holed up in your apartment that he could see why this seems like a big deal. “Yes.”

“Great. I could use a vacation,” you beam, smiling at the automated ticket collector guarding the parking structure’s exit as if it is a human. You don’t seem deterred by its refusal to engage with you as it accepts Unknown’s money and spits out a receipt. “Can we get some snacks? It's not really a road trip without snacks.”

As if he's going to stop and let you out of the car before he gets you to Magenta. You could run off and tell somebody about him— not to mention that people would see the two of you together. “No.”

Your shoulders slump, and you pout for a moment before returning to your typical enthusiasm. “Can we listen to music?”

Unknown has seen your metube history and the playlists that you listen to on other streaming apps. Even if he had a way to connect them to his car— it's too old for that, anyway— he wouldn't, and you can’t honestly believe that he would give you back your phone after taking it away. “No.”

“Can we play road trip games?” You ask.

“I don't know what that is.” Maybe it involves sitting quietly and leaving him alone— that's wishful thinking, but after being peppered with questions for the entire duration of the elevator ride down to the basement level where he left the car, Unknown is willing to entertain the thought.

“Oh, there's so many.” Why do you still sound so cheerful? You don't seem to have registered Unknown as the threat that he is, which annoys him. “Um, for bingo we would have to make cards, so we probably can't do that one, but there's a ton of other fun ones. Like, uh... wow, I haven't been on a road trip in a while, let me think of some...”

“Yes,” Unknown sees his opportunity and takes it. “Think of all the road trip games you can remember. Then report back to me about it later.” Hopefully, this tactic will at least give him a little bit of peace and quiet to think of a plan before you start rambling again. Normally, he would be amused by your enthusiasm, but Unknown has only a few hours to come up with an explanation for your presence that will satisfy the Savior when she sees you at Magenta. He doesn't have time for games.

#I just feel like in a prologue bad end situation I would be off the walls with nerves #Like I would need to fill that silence with questions or music or road trip games or whatever #Cannot imagine just sitting in silence in the car with Unknown for hours on the drive back to Magenta #MM_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

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filet-o-feelings · 11 months

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Sevenish Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @tyfinn @jesuisici33 and @goodiecornbread it took me all day week, but I finally managed to write a very small amount!

He’s not running away; he’s going on an adventure.

He repeats this like a mantra every time he thinks about the shame he is indeed running from. He can’t face his patrons, knowing what he knows. He can’t face his parents. He can’t face Sebastien, or his employees.

He can’t face the shame, so he’s putting his own spin on it. Shame on shame equals adventure. Or something. He’s not a math guy. It doesn’t matter. It’s fine.

Not going to tag anyone since it's getting late.

#literally just wrote this like 2 minutes ago #I don't know how I feel about it #but at least I wrote words other than drabbles finally?#seven sentence sunday #luxury road trip fic

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savage-rhi · 1 year

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Idk if you write for these characters but Regis and clarus go on a road trip with

getting back from the trip, and some friends are there to welcome them back, but something seems..different and one mf cant help but say “what happened did you guys fuck or something” (…they did)

I never wrote for Regis or Clarus before, but I am now! Hope you like it! 💙

Weskham couldn't help but side eye Regis as they both ventured down one of the main palace halls. Since the prince arrived home from his trip with Clarus, there had been something different about him. Regis looked more exhausted than when he first left. As if another issue at hand was gripping his mind. This troubled Weskham a great deal. The whole point of the trip--that both he and Clarus arranged--was to ensure Regis had time to rest. Gods above knew Regis needed it before he and his team would venture to Accordo to build up alliances.

The weight of the world was literally upon the crown that Regis would wear. Weskham knew that better than anyone. Being the hand of the king, it was his duty and honor to help the monarch keep the peace and also take care of himself. To see Regis look so tired after having a peaceful vacation, felt like a failure on Weskham's part. He felt foolish for not pulling Clarus to the side to ask what had happened.

Weskham stared at the coronation ring that was snug against Regis's right index finger, knowing one day the Ring of the Lucii would take its place. Furrowing his brows, Weskham could feel the competent adviser he knew himself to be pave way to the best friend: wanting to know what was ailing his pal besides the unfair sacrifices his bloodline carried.

"A pardon, highness." Weskham cleared his throat.

"Yes?" Regis stopped in his tracks and turned his attention in full to Weskham. His eyes glanced up and down his form, noting he looked concerned.

"You only ever look like you've seen a ghost when something terrible is on the horizon, my friend."

Weskham couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head. "Fortunately, you are wrong there. However, I have to say that as your friend you have me worried. You haven't looked well since you left the Regalia."

"Oh," Regis made a face. He turned his gaze elsewhere down the hall, as if making sure no one else was within the vicinity. "I can assure you there is nothing amiss on my part. However, the trip with Clarus was...an experience to say the least. Let's resume our walk."

Weskham gave a bow with his head and pressed on. While staying at Regis's right side, he couldn't help but grin.

Regis raised a brow. "What's so amusing?"

"Oh nothing but an immature thought." Weskham chuckled.

"Enlighten me." Regis smiled awkwardly, shaking his head.

"If I didn't know better," Weskham began, trying to keep his composure in check. "I'd say you and Clarus finally gave into that tension that's been with us since youth."

"Beg your pardon?"

"Don't be daft, Regis." Weskham huffed with amusement. "I mean what exactly happened between you and Clarus that was an experience? Did you two fuck or something?"

Regis's eyes bulged from his skull at the accusation. His body and posture tensed and an awkward silence fell between both his long time friend and himself. He blinked a few times after Weskham did a double take.

"Reg?"

"I'm good," Regis coughed. "I'm good."

The faint blush to Regis's pale skin and his response was enough to tell Weskham everything. He parted his mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted.

"May we both respectfully pretend this conversation didn't transpire."

Weskham could feel his own face growing warm now. What began as a jest to an inside joke between himself, Regis, and Clarus was now heading into territory Weskham himself wasn't sure he was ready for. Both as a friend of the prince and his future adviser.

"I agree," Weskham finally responded, not before smirking. "Was he good at least?"

"That meeting with the Niflheim councilman, I need you to get it rescheduled ASAP." Regis all but bulldozed through the question Weskham asked. He glared at hearing the suppressed chuckles escaped Weskham's mouth.

"I'll ensure it happens," Weskham nodded. "By the way, Reg, nice dodge."

"Oh shut up."

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#drabbles #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #regis x clarus #weskham armaugh #ffxv regis #ffxv clarus #ffxv weskham #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #before the road trip

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 2 years

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@allvalley100

Prompt: Sunrise/Sunset

Pairing: Samiguel

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“Where are you taking me?” Sam asks.

A hazy orange sunset glows through the car’s rearview mirror. Miguel presses his lips together, holding back an eager grin.

“Defeats the purpose of a surprise, doesn’t it?”

Never fond of being kept out of the loop, Sam pouts beneath her blindfold. “You’re not kidnapping me, are you?”

Miguel watches the city lights thin out, distant mountain silhouettes approaching. His smile finally breaks through.

Sam loves lying in her backyard, admiring the few stars that poke through LA light pollution. Miguel can only imagine how much she’ll love a full, untamed night sky.

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daryfromthefuture · 7 months

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day 9: zipline

"You sure you don't wanna go?" the boy asked, a smirk on his face.

Doc shook his head. "I shall politely decline. Be careful, though - I don't have the flying DeLorean to catch you if something goes wrong."

Marty's grin widened and he gripped the handles. "You bet I will."

"Ready?" the instructor asked, and Marty, confident, nodded.

The waterfall beneath him was roaring, the force of the water strong. He couldn’t believe how perfect this road trip was going.

This was summer, and Marty wanted more.

He followed the zipline with his gaze. The ride of his life.

"Ready."

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #doc brown #drabble #doc and marty deserve a road trip and i stand by that #doctober #bttf doctober #dr. emmett brown

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croik · 2 years

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Malevoween Drabble #11 - Lost & Abandoned

The last thing Parker remembered was Arthur’s hands around his throat. He woke up at the end of the world.

No, not “woke”. He was just…there, standing in the crowd, as if he always had been. Under a gray sky, amidst gray people, stumbling across gray dirt. Like a portrait of hell scratched out by a child in #2 pencil. He turned in circles, rubbing his neck that should’ve hurt. “Arthur?”

“That devil fucker got you too, huh?”

A young woman stood next to him, her color dull but not gray yet. “Name’s Emily,” she said. “Welcome to being dead.”

#malevoween2022 #malevolent podcast #drabble #DARK WORLD ROAD TRIP #IF JARTHUR REFUSE SOMEONE IS GONNA TREK THE SHADOWY WASTELAND OF ALL REALITIES

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prosopopeya · 2 years

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Drabble Day 3: Strangers

Prompt from @deancaskiss 's drabble challenge. it's definitely still day 3 and not in fact now day 4.

They stop in some small town outside of Richmond. Sam walks to get coffee while Dean and Cas head inside the motel to get a room, though Cas makes a beeline for the wall of brochures, advertising wine trails and random historic towns. When he reaches out to grab one, his T-shirt sleeve shifts, his new tan line peeking out under the fabric.

"Checking in?"

Dean looks back quickly, almost feeling caught, but that's ridiculous. He smiles, nods, and the clerk starts clicking around. Her eyes flick to Cas and back to him.

"Single or double?"

Okay, maybe not so ridiculous. A billion crusty years ago, someone asked the same thing of him and Sam; the panic he'd felt then had been ice cold down his spine. Now, though... Now...

"Double," he says, but then-- He turns his smile up a little brighter. "Got my brother with us." Why not? Why not try this on, with this stranger? What does he care what this stranger thinks?

After all, she just gives him a cursory smile and otherwise keeps checking them in without another word.

He's still feeling the rush when they go back to the car to grab their stuff, but he stops short when he sees Sam waiting, two small coffees on the hood and a smoothie in his hand.

"Ready?" Sam asks, and holds his hand up for the keys to unlock the trunk, and Dean realizes that strangers aren't really the problem. Never were.

virginia is for lovers: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

#dreamydrabbles #profoundnet #deancasfic #destielfic #dean pov #supernatural #a more profound bond #my fic #this may or may not be turning into a virginia road trip series #also late bc i got home late last night #also this is still not really a drabble.#dreamydrabble

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 1 year

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the day i figure out how to doodle tanyame kissing, it's over for all of us

#mind drabble #tripping down the road to art #tanyame #higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #it's over i tell u #we'd all just die

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spinoguy · 2 years

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Day 3 of #ryukotoweek2022 is here, and with it is the summer vacation chapter. It's a short piece, but I think it's quite nice.

#ryukoto #ryukotoweek2022 #Makoto Niijima #Ryuji Sakamoto #Summer Vacation #Road Trip #Motorcycles #Drabble

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