watch your step!

... loose tile marco diaz . twenty . the karate kid

[pinkzombic]

ruleboydiaz​:

Marco nodded enthusiastically, eyes flashing between the hot sauce packets and the fire salt. Fire salt. It sounded very… not good, maybe, no, but fun. And a very good time with Star. And that was the point anyway. “Well, hot sauce is an old favorite. A classic, you know. You can never go wrong with hot sauce, even on a dognut.” Marco shifted his weight onto the other hip, tapping his foot as he weighed his options. “Fire salt, though. More expensive, but more effective. And the name– fire salt!” He tutted to himself. “Hot sauce, fire salt. Hot sauce. Fire salt.” A long sigh. “How about five hot sauce packets and two of that fire sauce, gives us an equal opportunity to live on the edge. And it’s an even two dollars.”

Hot sauce was, indeed, an old favourite. Lars just doubted it was a favourite on donuts. He’d suggest the guy was ‘going wrong’ with that choice, but they were long past the point of ‘wrong’ at this point. “Excruciatingly effective,” Lars agreed, his voice monotonous as the guy rambled on. “You’re the boss,” Lars commented as he grabbed just that and stuck them in a little paper bag. He passed it to his customer before he started working on the dogs. “Strawberry. Caramel. Pineapple. Just the one?”

[ruleboydiaz]

Marco raised an eyebrow mid-deliberation. Excruciatingly effective was a pretty colorful sell from this guy as far as he could tell. "Have you tried it?" he asked, equal parts hesitant and excited. He hoped he was speaking to a survivor, then he'd have an accurate gauge on what exactly the stuff was capable of. He watched as the dogs were prepared, a little bit disgusted and much more excited for what he was bringing back. He'd promised a donut and would be returning with a highly questionable delicacy: a successful mission by any means. "Uhhh..." Marco deliberated. Star didn't like to be alone with this sort of thing, and sharing might have been fine, but it also might have been... Weird. "Two, actually. The more the merrier, right?"

[ruleboydiaz]

pinkzombic​:

No, he did not know. It sounded absolutely disgusting. It was only through years of working in cheap donut stores that Lars had learned not to visibly react at customers’ disgusting tastes. Apathy was the only way he still had a job at this point. And of course this guy was the kind to want sauce. Just to make the abomination all the more worse. “Mustard and ketchup are free with the dognut. Hot sauce packets are twenty cents a piece. We’ve, uhh, got no relish though. Sorry?” Idly glancing at a display of pink packets, Lars picked one up in offer. “We’ve got fire salt though. Fifty cents a pack if you’re looking for ‘fun’. Just… trust me, they’re hot. Like… VERY hot.”

Marco nodded enthusiastically, eyes flashing between the hot sauce packets and the fire salt. Fire salt. It sounded very... not good, maybe, no, but fun. And a very good time with Star. And that was the point anyway. “Well, hot sauce is an old favorite. A classic, you know. You can never go wrong with hot sauce, even on a dognut.” Marco shifted his weight onto the other hip, tapping his foot as he weighed his options. “Fire salt, though. More expensive, but more effective. And the name-- fire salt!” He tutted to himself. “Hot sauce, fire salt. Hot sauce. Fire salt.” A long sigh. “How about five hot sauce packets and two of that fire sauce, gives us an equal opportunity to live on the edge. And it’s an even two dollars.”

[libbyyall]

@ruleboydiaz

"are you okay?" libby asked the unfamiliar boy backstage. she normally wouldn't let anyone get in the way of her rehearsal or zone time, but he looked like he was about to faint. "did you lose someone or something? 'cause i can help you look for them if it gets you somewhere else quickly."

[ruleboydiaz]

Marco wasn't sure exactly what hed done but it was less than great. Maybe the safety kid himself had foregone a few water breaks, or maybe he'd just been too wrapped up in a big crowd and star throwing someone else her attention and the way that nothing seemed to be going right. Whatever it was, he was here now, shakily holding onto the top rail of a short set of stairs with someone fussing over him. "Oh, man," he sighed, spinning his backpack around to his front to retrieve his h if insulated flask of water. "I knew it was a huge mistake to go this alone," he choked out before taking a swig, three huge gulps downed in seconds. "Oh, God that's good," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his own hand. "Uh," be tried, drowned out by amps that were far too close for comfort. "Wait," he beamed. "You part of the show?"

[ruleboydiaz]

pinkzombic​:

Why couldn’t Lars just have normal customers for once? Every one of them just had to go for the ridiculous gimmicks. He was not paid enough for the emotional turmoil of making a frankfurt shoved through donuts ‘fun’. “Glazed. Caramel. Strawberry. Chocolate. Pineapple. Any classic flavour, you get three choices per dog-nut. Y’know, just pick your poison. Sprinkles are extra.”

Marco smiled, sheepishly at first but it only grew while he concocted a master plan for how to get these to Star. “Oh, nice!” he exclaimed, running back through the flavors in his head. “Let’s go with pineapple and strawberry, for sure,” those were dead giveaways. “And how about caramel, in the middle! That sounds great! Well, not great, but, you know.” He hoped this guy knew but he was fairly certain that he didn’t care to know in the first place. “D’you have any hot sauce packets? Or, like, mustard, relish, that sort of thing? For the dog bit of the dognut, y’know?”

[pinkzombic]

“Look, I get it. I know! The dog-nut is an abomination to the culinary arts. I didn’t make the menu, you know. Can you just- like- take your donuts, man?” It wasn’t his fault this hellhole decided to stick a hotdog through a couple donuts and call it food! And who even named it something as stupid as that! The customer took the offered paper bag and walked off, leaving Lars to sneer behind their back. Why was he always the one stuck with the weird customers? With a sigh, Lars addressed the last customer in the dying line. He just hoped it was the last one for the night.

“Yeah, welcome to The Big Donut. What do you want?”

[ruleboydiaz]

Marco watched the exchange happening in front of him with mounting anxiety. He was treating himself for a productive day of cleaning, and it was quickly feeling less like a treat. Maybe he could find another donut shop? But Star liked these, and he was planning on bringing her something back... The customer in front of him in line left quickly, stirring up a breeze as he marched out, and Marco tapped into his reserves of social strength as he realized that was it. This was the level of culinary mayhem that Star would be over the moon for. "Hey, uhh. Those, um. Dog-nuts?" He tested the name on his tongue. Ridiculous. She'd love it. "Glazed? Or can you make 'em fun?"

[ruleboydiaz]

missmiabunne​:

@ruleboydiaz​

The rave going on right now was fun and all, but Mia was growing bored with the same old crowd. She was about to call it quits for the night but then she saw him; he looked so out of place, so awkward, and so adorable. She had to mess with him a little bit if anything. And if she liked him? She could help the poor boy find someone to dance with. She made her way over to him, drinks in hand and when she was close enough she flashed him a smile. “Hey there cutie. Drinking alone?”

Marco wasn’t necessarily the best suited for this sort of outing, but he had promised Star that he would come show his face for a little while, and after the fact had promised himself that he would do so. It wasn’t going to be easy, no, but for reasons he wasn’t quite ready to explore just yet, it felt like he owed it to himself. And when someone talked to him, at least it was a girl, he supposed? Still a stranger, but maybe that was for the best too. “Hi,” he started, barely loud enough to be heard over the music, and then, a bit too loud, “I mean, a little bit maybe but only a few beers? Not getting drunk alone, definitely. And not exactly alone, I guess. What about you?”

[ruleboydiaz]

thomasxlune​:

“You know this is a rave, right, Diaz?” he raised an eyebrow at his friend. “You sure you can handle that? Not too crazy for you?”

@ruleboydiaz​

Marco was standing with his hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, and at least there was that; while no hoodie could be called a dress hoodie, he figured this was the closest thing he had to whatever that might be, it wasn’t the same one he threw on just about every other day. That said, he was standing at the edge of a lawless dance floor with his hands in hoodie pockets, and while Tom had every right to call him on it, that didn’t make him any less affronted when he did. “I can do crazy,” he exclaimed, brows drawing together. “And even if I couldn’t, I could handle this level of it. I mean, what’s a rave? Just a... bunch of people and music, right?”

[ruleboydiaz]

totallyxclover‌:

“hey psst.” clover whispered, attempting subtlety as she grabbed her partner’s arm and pulled them closer. “don’t look. i mean it.” she point a finger sternly. “but they are totally checking you out.” she winked, then leaned back, sipping on her frozen coffee with a knowing smile.

Marco turned to the blonde, confused as to why he’d been stopped until he saw the pointed finger, went to look, was told not to. “What?!” he asked softly until she finished, then went bright pink. He wished he’d looked, wasn’t sure who it was or why she... or he... was looking in his direction at all, and also wasn’t totally positive what he was hoping for. “Um.” he followed suit and pulled his frappuccino stra to his lips, drank almost lightheaded. “I don’t-- I won’t-- look, but who?? What-- I don’t-- I didn’t do anything!” He shrugged in his hoodie as he hissed the last bit, trying not to draw too much attention to himself.

[tifisa]

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[ruleboydiaz]

@starshinebutterflyyy​

[tom--lucitor]

[ruleboydiaz]

@starshinebutterflyyy @thomasxlune

[ruleboydiaz]

@daphblakexo

It was a pretty standard Monday in the library as far as Marco was concerned, but it was busier than usual, and with a lot of slightly less familiar faces. He wondered for a moment which class or track had a big assignment due, probably tomorrow, and attempted to maneuver around the hordes between him and the computer he preferred to use. He was doing alright, so, so close to clearing the assortment of tables between them when a girl swooped in, landing comfortably in the seat he’d made his target, and promptly set to work by... checking her phone. Unceremoniously, he made his way to the chair to her right, looking over the much slower computer in disdain, groaning when he thought of who might arrive to sit to his right. “What’s going on today?” he asked no one in particular, looking over at the girl for an answer all the same. “The library’s packed.”

[ruleboydiaz]

princesspenpen‌:

@ruleboydiaz​

This was a nightmare. A real life nightmare. Pen didn’t mind the storm, she didn’t mind being stuck where she was stuck, but she minded a lot who was mixed in with who she was stuck with. Marco Diaz. The ultimate nark, the ultimate nerd, and the person Penelope hated more than anyone else on this planet. She was really debating just trying the storm herself, but she was in a mini skirt….and while she followed the wise words of Cardi B about hoes not getting cold, she was sure she would turn into a popsicle. “Well awesome. I am stuck in a frozen hell with the biggest turd on the planet! Why isn’t anyone else freaking out about this? I am about to gnaw my arm off because it would be more appealing than being in the same room as you.”

send  ❄️  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  indoors  due  to  a  snowstorm .

Marco wasn’t ever quite unprepared. He had what he needed to survive, an extra jacket and some water in his duffel bag as well as a small pharmacy, some granola bars, and a few portable chargers, so dying wasn’t something he was particularly worried about. At least not from natural causes. Pen was a completely different story and an element he had been almost entirely unprepared for, especially given the fact that he never knew when she was going to show up somewhere. “I don’t know if freaking out is going to help anyone,”: he pointed out with a long look around the room. No, Marco didn’t want to be stuck with any of these people freaking out. “I have food, if you need it, but we still have electricity and things so far. I’d say enjoy that until they clean up the roads and then... you know.”

[ruleboydiaz]

dramaticdinah‌:

As was the case with most things, Dinah took the Roaring Twenties theme to the extreme. She was fully costumed in a mahogany, velvet, slim gown complete with fringe, a slit down the side, and beads decorating the bodice. Her hair was pinned up to look as though it was bobbed and was crowned by a headband, complete with a feather and more beads. A wine glass in one gloved hand, she strutted in her high heels towards someone, gesturing towards the photo booth, “Hey, would you like to go in there with me? I don’t have anybody to go with, and it’s no fun going in alone!” 

Marco was dressed up, he guessed. He was as dressed up as he got, at the very least, a suit and tie and a fun embroidered jacket at best. He didn’t really know what people wore in the twenties, but he was as committed as someone without that knowledge could be, and that was saying something for him. He was an awkward, clumsy thing at the best of times, but he was determined to have a bit of fun and really come out of his shell in this new year. So when the girl he didn’t know asked him to go into the photo booth with her, of course he accepted. This was the new Marco Diaz, daring not only in his martial arts endeavors, but in social situations, too. “Sure!” he smiled, standing up a little straighter and hoping that he looked alright. “You sure you’re ready to drop photos on a stranger? I could be a maniac, you know.”

[ruleboydiaz]

Marco had tried to lay low in all matters concerning Tom since the incident with the park bench. That had been memorable, to say the least, and not necessarily for better or for worse; just memorable. Marco wasn’t planning on avoiding him forever, though, and for all their past highs and lows, when he needed a hand with baking cookies, Tom was probably the person he trusted the most out of his immediate circle in the kitchen. He didn’t think of the irony of baking until they were well into their first easy batch and washing dishes, but that couldn’t have been a bad thing, right? “Okay, peanut butter cookies are out of the way; you want an easy one or a tough one next? We’ve kind of got a ways to go, but if we keep it moving we should be able to knock ‘em out pretty quickly.” || @thomasxlune​

send  🍪  for  our  muses  to  bake  cookies  for  santa  together . 

[ruleboydiaz]

starshinebutterflyyy‌:

@ruleboydiaz​

“Marcooo,” Star whined, sitting on his bed and sighing dramatically. “I think I really did it this time. My boy drama is getting so out of hand. I don’t know what is what. I just wanted to have a good time but I think I might be pushing Tom too much.” She reached over for his pillow and hugged it to her chest. “How do you handle boy drama?”

Marco couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, not at Star and her misfortune by any means, but at the fact that he’d managed to end up here as her moral support when he absolutely wasn’t doing any better with girls than she was with anyone. “By not having any, mostly,” he laughed, though there had been some challenges to that constant as of late. Was now a good time to talk about that? “Not as far as I know, at least.” He sat back to lean against his hands, taking a long breath. “What’d you get yourself into this time?”

[ruleboydiaz]

b-rocksteady‌:

Brock was single-minded, on one of his little ‘missions’. Walking up to the stranger, he had to ask. “Hi, yeah, do you happen to know that cute girl over there and what she likes or…” Brock paused. He was now double-minded on one of his missions. “Or what you like works, too, hi.” People needed to stop being cute, he was struggling here.

Marco looked up at the guy who had come up quickly, just eager enough to put him on edge, and god, he didn’t even want to glance over at Star just in case recognition was evident. Who else could the guy be talking about? Star was across the aisle chatting away with someone at a kiosk, probably securing a year’s worth of free product in tiny sample packages, or scaring the crap out of whoever was trying to sell it. There was never any in-between. “She, uh--” he started, glancing back in spite of himself, hands firmly shoved into his hoodie pockets. When he looked back at Brock his head whipped around fast, blinking rapidly. “Hi?” He bit the inside edge of his bottom lip. “Wh- uh. Which girl?”

[ruleboydiaz]

@neonjackielynn​

Marco hadn’t been looking for anyone in particular. Absolutely not. And if he happened to catch a color scheme and a height and hair that he knew, not only knew but had memorized, to some extent, that was just luck. And when he saw such, shimmering under the lights and looking like she was having a great and cool time because she always seemed like she was having a great and cool time, whatever, right? He was in a mask. And he could absolutely start a conversation with her, because they’d talked before, and maybe he could be a new and totally cool version of himself this time because masks. That was, at least, what Marco told himself as he painstakingly walked over towards her, mask firmly in place, hair hidden below a hat that he was very, very grateful for. 

“Cool party, right?” He winced. And that was okay, because mask, he reminded himself. “They really, uh... went all out.”