#I gotta make money to live y'know

[ohproserpine]

i. deer dolly

part i | part ii | more | ao3 tags: fem! reader, reader is a performer in a speakeasy, human! possibly ooc! alastor so he's a bit more "tame" here, allusions to murder and such, unsettling & obsessive behavior, written before episode 7; may become inaccurate, gorey-ish descriptions of love

"So what?" Angel Dust hummed, drumming his nails on the counter. "You and Alastor are like... friends?"

"Oh, well, that ain't the word I would’ve used, but it's something like that!" Mimzy chirped, reaching for her drink and downing it in one go. "He used to frequent the club I had! In fact, that’s where he met his wife—"

“Wife?!” Angel Dust cut her off, jaw dropping. “Freaky face is married?”

“Oh yeah,” Mimzy hummed, waving her hand around. “Under all that murder and cannibalism, he’s a total sap! Can't blame him, I mean—his wife is a doll! Me an' her used to perform together!”

"An’ how come I never heard of this? People ain't told me shit!" Angel Dust grumbled, turning to Husk behind the counter. "You knew 'bout this, whiskers?"

"Yeah. They were together back in the living. But don't even think of bringing it up in front of Alastor. He gets all heated," Husk grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe down Mimzy’s now-empty glass. The cat then turned to grab another bottle off the shelf, a grimace on his lips. "I would know."

Angel Dust leaned forward, resting his face on his folded hands. "Well, ain't that something. Never knew he even had one of those."

Mimzy cackled, her voice a raspy melody that echoed through the smoky air of the bar as she snatched the bottle of liquor away from Husk’s paws. "Oh, honey, you wouldn’t even know how deep it goes. They go way back."

"Spill," Angel Dust grinned, curiosity getting the better of him. 

Mimzy leaned in, looking both ways to make sure Alastor or his shadows weren't around before lowering her voice. "It was back in the day, at my joint. Alastor dropped by for the bootlegs, you know? But then he caught sight of her. She was singin’ and dancin’ on stage, a real heartbreaker. He couldn't resist the charm, and boom, he was struck on! Ever since then, he came around as frequently as he could. Made me so much money~" 

Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, his long lashes fluttering as he squished his cheek against his palm, a coy smirk playing on his lips. "And you were part of this love saga?"

Mimzy shook her head, a wicked glint dancing in her eyes before she lifted the bottle to her lips and downed its contents in one swift motion, her throat working as she swallowed. "Oh, sugar, just a witness to the drama. Those two lovebirds had their own dance going on. I just spiced things up."

Angel Dust chuckled, shaking his head. "Never thought smiles had it in him."

"Again. He likes to keep his shit private. So, don't go running your mouth unless you wanna be on the receiving end of one of his… episodes," Husk interrupted, his gruff voice breaking through the conversation as he leaned over the counter and reclaimed the bottle from Mimzy with a low growl.

Angel hummed dismissively, his golden tooth catching the glimmer of the bar lights as he spoke. “Anyone could've guessed that. Where is she, anyways? I haven't seen or heard of her since day one."

"Busy," Mimzy snorted, her finger lazily tracing the rim of her glass. She leaned back in her seat, the dim glow of the bar lights casting shadows across her features. "That's where."

“Really?" Angel's brow lifted in skepticism, his boot lightly kicking against the base of Mimzy's chair. "Busy? That’s it?”

Mimzy shrugged, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Can't tell ya much. Y'know Alastor doesn't like sharin'. Secrets and shadows, that's his game."

“Aww c'mon, tits,” Angel grinned, his golden tooth glinting beneath the bar lights with each word. “You gotta know more than you let on. It'll be our secret.”

"Well," Mimzy drawled, savoring the suspense as she tapped a gloved finger against her cheek. "I guess I can tell you a lil’ something about how they met…”

.

Alastor found himself standing in the heart of a secluded corner of town. 

A desolate, dimly lit street stretched out before him, raindrops rhythmically tapping on the worn concrete beneath his feet.

It was something he had never imagined—searching for a speakeasy in this far-off locale. Rarely did he have time for himself. Most of his days were dedicated to caring for his mother, his job as a radio host, and any free time he had was reserved for his… hobbies. But he supposed a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.

Adjusting his glasses, he gazed up at the timeworn, ragged sign of a barbershop that read, "Chum’s Clippers." 

Charming. 

With a roll of his eyes, the radio host stepped into the worn-down establishment, visibly grimacing at the shop's decrepit condition. His eyes surveyed the room, settling on a young blonde woman. 

Perched on the edge of the registrar counter, a cigar dangled between her cherry-red lips, the tendrils of smoke curling upwards in lazy spirals. Her legs crossed provocatively, causing the fabric of her dress to ride up her thighs, revealing more skin than what civil society would allow. 

As soon as she caught sight of Alastor's silhouette, a spark of excitement lit up her features, and she greeted him with an animated wave.

"Hey there, mistah! Names Mimzy!" she chirped with a friendly lilt. Her crimson-painted nails plucked the cigarette from her lips, trailing a wisp of smoke as she gestured toward Alastor. "Whatcha here for?"

"Pleasure to meet you," Alastor smiled back and stepped closer, offering her a bow of his head, “Quite a pleasure. You see, I was just strolling through these darling streets, and wouldn't you know it? The whispers in the wind pointed me straight to you, the gal in the know when it comes to bootlegs. Care to confirm?"

‘A potential client?" Mimzy thought, her smirk hidden behind her hand as she took one last puff, the cherry of her cigar glowing brightly before she flicked it into an ashtray. 'Straight to the point.'

"Well, well, mistah," she drawled with a playful twirl of her finger through her blonde curls. "You've got a nose for sniffin' out the good stuff, huh? Well, we might have a few things tucked away for the right kind of folk. But, sugar, we don't just give 'em to anyone.”

Alastor's smile widened as he smoothly fished out his wallet, giving it a theatrical wave. "I do have a penchant for fine libations, my dear. And I assure you, I'm just looking for a little taste of the local flavor, nothing more."

Mimzy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she perked up, eagerly hopping off the counter. The click of her heels echoed against the worn floor as she approached the tall man.

"You're in luck, then! Follow me, and we'll talk business in the back," she said, gesturing toward a concealed door at the back of the barbershop.

Alastor followed her through a narrow passage, which unveiled another door leading to the very speakeasy he’d heard talk of. The atmosphere changed instantly, lively jazz music filled the air, and the dimly lit space was alive with laughter and clinking glasses.

Mimzy guided Alastor to a private booth tucked away in a corner, where a polished bottle of bootleg whiskey awaited their arrival.

"Here's to unexpected encounters, mistah," she beamed, the words dripping with charm as she poured a generous measure into his glass. Alastor raised his glass in acknowledgment, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"To unexpected encounters," he echoed before taking a deep sip.

The whiskey was bitter and strong, yet there was a subtle sweetness that danced on his tongue, leaving behind a tantalizing warmth. It had been increasingly difficult to find such fine brews ever since the prohibition hit, making each sip all the more precious.

Seating himself comfortably, Alastor swirled the glass in his hand, mesmerized by the way the golden liquid caught the flickering candlelight. Beside him, Mimzy continued her lively chatter, her words accompanied by the persistent clinking of ice in their glasses as she refilled his drink, hoping to stack his bill higher with each pour.

As the room hummed with the soft, easy notes of a piano and the clinking of glasses, a sudden hush fell over the crowd as an announcer's voice sliced through the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the enchanting Dolly!"

Mimzy's excitement bubbled up even more, and she leaned in toward Alastor. "That's my sister! Well— not by blood, but you know, me and her are real, real close. One of my best performers here at the bar!"

"Is that so?" Alastor hummed, his eyes now alight with curiosity as he shifted his focus toward the stage.

In that moment, you stepped onto the platform, grabbing a hold of the standing microphone. With a subtle flick of your wrist, you directed attention to the dark-haired pianist, his fingers poised above the keys. A nod from you and the jazz ensemble sprung to life, setting the stage for your performance. As the spotlight enveloped you in a warm glow, a hushed silence fell over the speakeasy.

Folks, here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie-coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale

The lyrics flowed easily through Alastor's mind, carried by the smooth, buttery tones of your voice that filled the air. The radio host found himself utterly hypnotized, his gaze never tearing from your form.

He could stare for hours, unabashed by any sense of shame—though, truth be told, he didn't possess much of that quality to begin with.

She messed around with a bloke named Smokey She loved him though he was kokey He took her down to Chinatown And he showed her how to kick the gong around

As Mimzy began clapping excitedly and waving her arms to beckon you over, Alastor's attention shifted. The final notes of the song echoed in the room, snapping him back to reality. In the haze of your performance, he hadn't even realized that the song had come to an end.

“What a gal!” Mimzy cackled, joyously wrapping her arms around you as you approached.

Alastor took a moment to study you with keen interest.

The dim lighting of the speakeasy lent a soft, ethereal glow to your figure as you moved, casting long shadows across the floor. A slender dress, shimmering with golden sequins, hugged your figure, shimmers and glitters catching the light. The dress boasted a daring low neckline, while its swaying boxed skirt gracefully fell just above your knees, accentuating your every movement. Complementing the ensemble were black kitten heels, their clicks and clacks adding a subtle rhythm to every step you took. Your hair, styled into a sleek bob, framed your demure features perfectly. Adorning your head was a headpiece adorned with golden yellow feathers and dark lace.

"Dollface, I want ya to meet Alastor!" Mimzy exclaimed, pulling you along and positioning you in front of him. “He’s new!”

With a wave of your hands and a warm smile, you tilted your head up to meet Alastor's gaze. The man standing before you was tall and slim, boasting broad shoulders. His white button-up clung perfectly to his frame, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms adorned with scars, cuts, and prominent veins.

‘Must be a hunter or a butcher,’ you noted heatedly.

Short, side-swept brunette hair framed his face, adding a touch of rugged charm to his appearance, while rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose lent him an air of intelligence. As he smiled, a chill crept down your spine, and an odd sinking sensation settled in your stomach.

There was an unsettling nature to him, a subtle aura that left you uncertain of whether your reaction stemmed from the eerie quality of his smile or if it was simply a flustered response to his strikingly handsome features. 

“Pleasure to meet you, cher,” Alastor purred, turning on the charm. He delicately took your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. In a subtle move, the radio host let his fingers linger over your skin, subtly checking for any sign of a ring. Noticing the absence, he filed the information away with a sly smile. 

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, sir,” you smiled, tucking your face behind your hand. Alastor observed with delight as a subtle blush painted your cheeks, a tacit acknowledgment that his presence had left an impression.

"Al here knows his way around a glass of whiskey like nobody else in these parts! Ain't that right, Al?" Mimzy chattered, her voice bubbling with familiarity as if she had known him for years and hadn't just met him one song and ten drinks ago.

Alastor chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent your stomach doing flips. "

"Well, I do have a certain fondness for…" The radio host paused, his sharp, gaze raking up and down your form, his words trailing off. "…finer things in life."

A silence lingered in the air, and Mimzy, always attuned to the mood of a room, shot a knowing look between the two of you.

"Well, don't cha?" Mimzy exclaimed, her hands clapping with excitement. "If that's the case, then I'm sure Dolly would love to show you around here!"

"Is that so?" Alastor, maintaining that devilish smile, turned his attention back to you. "Well, what do you say, cher?" he questioned.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you met his gaze with a coy smile. "I'd be delighted to show you around. There's a lot more to this place than meets the eye."

Mimzy clapped her hands together. "Perfect! Now, why don't you two enjoy the rest of the night? I'll be right here waiting."

“Shall we?” Alastor offered his hand, gesturing to the dance floor.

With a small nod, you graciously accepted Alastor's outstretched hand, leading the way to the lively dance floor where the band played an upbeat tune. Around you, couples twirled in a dizzying dance, with heels tapping, shoes stomping, and skirts gracefully gliding and twirling. Alastor wasted no time, pulling you in and molding your form against his.

Looks were indeed deceiving, as despite his lean appearance, Alastor had no issue effortlessly tossing and spinning you round and round, lifting you as if you were as weightless as a feather. Each spin and dip was executed with skill, his footwork was a blur and soon enough, you found yourself willingly surrendering to the rhythm of his lead. 

This man could fucking dance.

As the music gradually slowed, Alastor guided you to the side, providing a moment to catch your breath after the energetic routine.

"Thank you for the dance, cher! You are quite quick on your feet," Alastor chuckled, his voice low, blending with the fading echoes of the music.

"You're not too bad yourself," you managed between breaths, a raspy laugh escaping your lips. "Nobody's ever been able to keep up with me," you continued, running a hand through your tousled hair and adjusting your dress. "I think I was the one who had to keep up with you."

After ensuring you were presentable, you lifted a hand to fix Alastor's slightly damp locks, adjusting his glasses and tie. Alastor froze, a foreign sensation enveloping him. Despite his typical aversion to physical contact, there was an absence of the usual recoil in disdain this time.

"Looks like we're both a bit of a mess, aren't we?" you chuckled, a wry smile playing on your lips as you gracefully brushed away a speck of dust from his shirt.

Alastor blinked and eventually relaxed, allowing you to proceed without any resistance. "Quite."

While you continued to fix him up, Alastor couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment. He felt as though coils had entwined themselves around his heart. Slowly constricting, they didn't just tighten but twisted, sharp edges digging into muscle, squeezing his emotions into a thick syrup that spilled beyond the confines of his ribs, seeping out in a haunting shade of crimson through the cracks in his chest.

As the seconds passed, he paid no mind to your touch, shifting his focus to instead dissect you with his eyes. He scrutinized the subtle reactions playing across your face—the delicate twitches of your brows, the soft pout of your blood-red lips, and the scrunches of your nose. 

What were you doing to him?

"There you go!" you announced, a note of satisfaction in your voice as you finished your task, your hand coming to rest briefly on his chest before retreating. "Ready to head back?"

Snapping out of his obsessive trance, Alastor emitted a soft hum, offering his arm to you. You gracefully accepted, intertwining your arm with his. The energetic atmosphere from the dance gradually subsided as you and Alastor made your way back to the private booth. Mimzy's mischievous grin awaited you as she rejoined your company.

"Looks like you two had quite the time!" she exclaimed, a twinkle in her eye.

Alastor quickly composed himself, nodding with a grin. "Indeed! It was quite a delightful dance."

Just as Alastor turned toward you, the insistent dings of a nearby clock echoed through the room. His expression shifted, a fleeting shadow of disappointment and ire crossing his face. The hours had danced away quicker than he had anticipated.

Undoubtedly, the night was still young for you, given that speakeasies often extended their festivities until the early hours of the morning.

However, as much as Alastor would adore the idea of continuing to enjoy your company, the weight of responsibilities at home tugged at him. He had his elderly mother waiting, relying on his care for her well-being, as well as an upcoming morning shift at the radio station.

"It's later than I realized, my dear," he admitted, his voice carrying a touch of regret. "I'm afraid I can't stay any longer. Duty calls, and the dawn awaits for my return."

Something twisted and snapped in Alastor's gut as he observed the unmistakable disappointment etched across your features, evident in the downturn of your blood-red lips. His fingers itched with an impulse to claw your mouth back into a smile, to dig his nails into your skin and carve your lips into a grotesque display of happiness, all in a desperate attempt to restore the radiance of your joy.

Meanwhile, Mimzy sighed in disappointment, yet Alastor discerned that beneath the theatrics, she was indifferent to it all, evident in her thinly veiled disinterest.

"Aww… That's too bad, sugar! The night's just gettin' started!" Mimzy exclaimed, shaking her head with a pout. 

"But I get it! Some folks got places to be," Mimzy waved it off. There was a sudden twinkle in her eye as she pulled out a tab from her dress pocket. "Anyways, 'bout those drinks you had, they weren't exactly on the house, sooo..."

Alastor chuckled and pulled out his wallet. "Of course, my dear! I apologize, it must not have crossed my mind!"

He settled the bill and threw in a generous tip, for both you and Mimzy. His job as a radio host was quite the money-spinner, affording him the pleasure of treating others to the finer things in life. Mimzy practically glowed with satisfaction, her blue eyes sparkling as she snatched the tab. Swift and efficient, she flipped through the bills, before pocketing the money.

"Thank you, love!" Mimzy chirped, already moving away from the table as she waved him off. "You're welcome anytime!"

“I’m sure I am,” Alastor responded flatly, almost mockingly, with a roll of his eyes, pulling a laugh from you. As Mimzy made her way off backstage, both you and Alastor were left alone.

“It's a shame you have to leave so soon. I've got more songs up my sleeve for later. I would have loved for you to stay and catch the performance,” you sighed, turning back to him.

Alastor's eyes sparkled with genuine interest. "Songs, you say? Well, cher, that does sound like a delightful experience. Perhaps I can catch your next show some other time."

You smiled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "I'd love that. I perform here regularly, and your company would be more than welcome anytime."

Alastor's gaze intensified, fixing onto you with a magnetic pull that seemed to draw you closer despite yourself. His eyes, pools of darkness, held an unexplainable intensity. As his lips curled up into a grin, there was a hint of something more primal than human lurking behind his charming facade. A shiver traced its way down your spine, leaving behind a lingering sensation that unsettled you to your core.

"I'll definitely make it a point to come by," he finally said. 

Scrambling for a response, the only sound that reached your ears was the rhythmic thud of your own heartbeat as your blood rushed through your veins.

"Y-You too! Don't let the night slip away too quickly," you stammered.

With a nod, Alastor bid you a final farewell, weaving through the dimly lit space towards the exit. 

Yes, he shall see you very soon.

Cher - Louisiana Creole term meaning "darling," "sweetie" or "honey."

#sephiewrites #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x you #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor

[alycremie]

borrowers core brainrot

imagining a girl moving into a new apartment,, its in a low-income neighbourhood, she's been warned of the apparent pest problem. apparently rats or something, and traps don't seem to work on them. but what other choice does she have? and little does she know the "rats" are tiny "tenants" living inside the walls

she moves in all her stuff. its not much - cheap thrifted stuff, handcrafted clothes, furniture she's picked up off the side of the street. But it'll do. It's cozy - it's home. She likes it.

But her food keeps disappearing. It's not much. Maybe some fruit here or there, some crackers vanishing from the box. Her leftover burger and fries vanishing and being replaced with crumbs.

She tries to find the source of the rats. Clearly they're somewhere, and she doesn't want to hurt them. She looks and looks but the walls - although cheap - are solid. maybe hollow? she's not sure, and isn't going to go spend a bunch of money to drill into the walls or anything. it's not *dirty* in the flat, so she just stops leaving her easily accessible food out.

When an entire can of food is mysteriously emptied, she gets curious. Obviously rats can't use can openers, so what happened? Was the top already loose? She looks around in the cabinet. Nothing.

She realizes the back of her cupboard that she's kept her cheap canned food in has a hollow space behind it. It doesn't line up with the side board. It's about 4 inches too short, it looks like. She presses her ear towards it, thinking she heard some mouse squeaks, but it's all silence.

that's when she notices a little hole. It's about the size of a large screw, and looks like it was drilled by hand. Maybe that's how the rats are getting in, she thinks. But she doesn't mind. She just puts her canned goods somewhere else. what's she gonna do, anyway? she doesn't know how to repair cabinets and she certainly can't afford to hire someone to.

and when she wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of a plastic ramen container falling on the floor, she tosses off her hand-stitched blanket and cute plushies and stumbles into the kitchen in her pyjamas.

She turns on the light and sees what looks like a tiny toy sitting on the countertop. She staggers sleepily over - she must be dreaming, but nope.

A young woman, seemingly about her age maybe an inch, inch and a half? two inches - she was never that good at measuring sizes - is sitting on the countertop attempting an elaborate heist of a ramen package.

The tiny girl's eyes go WIDE. like they're about to pop out of her head. She trembles in fear, attempting to explain herself but sputtering a bunch of nonsense consonants.

and she kneels down, picking up the package of chili flavour maruchan noodles.

"you...wanted this?" she asks, hardly able to believe the situation in front of her but too sleepy to question it. it certainly feels real.

"i-i'm so sorry, i-i was just... we're hungry, is all, and... we like grinding up the noodle brick... they're chips, y-y'know, they last-"

"sorry, you eat it raw?"

"w-we don't have a stove," the tiny girl trembles, trying to regain her composure in the face of someone 40 times her size.

"i can...cook it for you. i-i don't mind, or anything. i don't have anywhere to be tomorrow. it's my day off," she smiles reassuringly, grabbing a pot out of the lower cupboard to fill with hot water.

"can i watch?" the tiny girl asks, brushing a strand of curly hair out of her face. the tear streaks down her face have run dry. the giant is friendly.

"sure!" she smiles, reading her hand out. the tiny girl slowly climbs on top of of it. "you're not scared of heights, are you?"

"you're not scared of, um,"

"what?"

"...i was worried that, you'd uh,"

"Ah... i see. I mean, one packet of ramen would last you, like, three months, huh? I don't mind making one little bowl for you. you can just...ask. You don't have to take stuff." She smiles. "You only gotta take stuff when no one will give it to you, and I got you,"

The tiny girl blushes as she sits on the counter, watching intently as the kind-hearted giant puts a swimming pool's worth of water into a pot the size of a building, which she seems to hold effortlessly. and she turns on the stove, rings the size of a sequoia's trunk glowing as the water heats to a boil. It was mesmerizing, to watch the power and dexterity of giants, she thought.

"Always make sure to boil the water first, otherwise you'll destroy the texture of the ramen," she gently instructs, as if the tiny girl even has access to a stove.

"You know how to cook...?"

"Well, of course." She smiles. "I take it you haven't been eating well, huh? insects and moss?"

The tiny girl huffs. "We've actually been eating the nonperishables of the previous tenant... they left and closed up the cupboard so we'd be safe."

"well...you won't have to do that anymore, okay? um...i don't know how you'll get it into that little cupboard, but I'll get a bowl for myself and for-wait, we? What do you mean we?"

#my silly little posts #g/t community #g/t #sfw g/t #sfw giant/tiny #giant/tiny #size difference #borrowers #fluff #g/t fluff #g/t writing #sizetumblr #yuri #wlw

[tarjapearce]

Bad Teachings (Pt. 5)

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Strained relationships, friendship starters, piercings, awkward truths. Slow Burn.

Summary: Relationships are weird. And truth isn't always kind. At least, you might have a friend.

(Might feel a bit boring, but we're building something here. 🥹)

Pt. 6

"OK. I've got one for you." —

—??

"What's the scariest plant?" —

You almost giggled into the reply in your head. It was another ridiculous joke, silly but science-y that upon reading it on a blog, you instantly thought on sending it to Miguel.

In the meantime while he replied, if he ever did that is, you kept on working in a new project. Despite the previous client complaining initially on the low numbers on her beauty product line, the numbers were making small changes in other states, giving a glimpse of hope in the team.

Your job itself at this marketing company, Searchbloom, was to make the briefs, office automation of said briefs and of course help prepare new campaigns for approved projects and important clients  such as celebrities, big companies, influencers and anyone with enough money to afford a complete market investigation.

Your phone buzzed as you finished another brief from a client.

—Red Tide or Algae Bloom. Really bad for marine ecosystems.

You blinked and shook your head at the little fact that you'd probably forget in the next hours. The giddyness of your comeback taking over once more.

Interesting. I thought it was the BamBOO!—

—Ever thought in going out more?

Damn.

Campy jokes were scratched off your list of things. You could picture in your head the reaction, dead, boring and possibly judging.

I'd need real friends for that(?) —

—Not a bad thing to be on your own, y'know?

Oh?

Swallowing at the dryness of your mouth, you finished the little brief, digitally signed it and sent it to another coworker in the other side of the office cubicles.

I know. But doing things on your own isn't always fun. I mean, I'd really love to go shopping, hanging out for lunch and the like with other people.—

His eyes squinted at your words on his screen

I mean we are social beings by nature, sadly, and as much as I'd like to keep doing things on my own, the making friends fever has taken over. —

—Trust me, don't rush things. They'll come to you in the right time.

Your brows arched in surprise at what you just read and pursed your lips in a tight smile.

I mean, I could ask you to hang out but I know you are a busy man. Plus, I gotta step a bit more out of my comfort zone, ever since I got out of college feels like the right time to start making little changes, can't be socially inadept forever, I guess? —

And I'm not sure if you'd actually be interested in such things, you're a workaholic, so yeah. Sorry for the long ass message. —

He hummed and his lip curled faintly upward

You should try it as well.—

—Got enough to live by. Thanks.

You actually give these "Leave me alone" sorta vibes 🤔—

—That pretty much sums it up.

Oh...

                                      I see—

Your heart gave a wobbly and doleful beat, eyes stuck in reading that sentence over and over again. You gulped laboriously the lump that had just formed in your throat.

He wasn't asking to be left alone, was he? Maybe he was actually hinting that you should leave him alone.

Oh no. No, no.

You hated assumptions. But he was pretty clear about the meaning of the message, right? Right?

Closing his chat log, you put your phone away and tried to pour yourself into work to little to no avail. Your brain felt like split in two, blooming headache biting at the back of your head. Week had just started.

You tried. You tried with all your might to keep the harrowing-thoughts at bay, but over thinking you ever old friend only made things trickier than intended. You barely wanted to look at your phone, cause what would you find there but implicit rejection? Even though the other part of you wanted to reach out, at usual.

Another cold realization. You were the one that always sparked the small and sparse conversations you had.

"... Fuck." Seeing your log of messages with him, offline, just made you cringe at how precisely you were acting and wanted to avoid be seen as. Clingy and desperate.

Gulping down, you pressed on the trash bin icon. Breath stilled for a second as you tapped on the 'Yes' confirmation button. He hadn't replied since yesterday.

Why would he anyways?

Question ghosting over your mind.

It wasn't that hard to process.

His words seemed to make sense now. The palpitations in your heart only made themselves clear further the more you thought about it.

God knows how long he had been waiting to say such things.

You grunted at your thoughts. The noise and unkind thoughts reverberating in your head, made your migraine to simmer to a higher level. You had barely slept as the whole situation was breaking piece by piece the little functionality you had left for the day.

But, tasked yourself with one thing, to not look at your phone through the day. A rather easy task since you only used it to check your little social media, watch funny things or videos that caught your interest.

The knitting and crocheting stash of videos in your gallery weren't enough to keep you distracted. So you had added a new category, city wandering for new spots. And four pm sounded like a good hour to actually start. 

And if wandering the city alone, after work to keep you busy from over thinking probable assumptions wasn't considered a hobbie, you certainly didn't know what else to call it.

So you finished work, clocked out and adventured yourself in the arts of local wanderlust. But of course traffic fucked throughly all chances of doing so. You went to the supermarket to grocery and toiletries shopping.

The situation had made you so oblivious to the fact that you needed to replace some basic stuff at home. Shampoo, toothpaste, conditioner, exfoliants.

You couldn't help but notice the coffee and grain aisle full of new products. Hazelnut lattes, cardamom and clove blends, brands you didn't even know that existed, some cheap, other expensive, and of course you took one in between. A small international sample blend.

Your card surely had died a little when you slid it to pay. Almost a houndred bucks in beauty products and another houndred and a bit more in groceries.

The groceries and toiletries were checked from the expenses list. To your little solace, Mr. Landlord was waiting for you with a man and another door.

You let them work, as you unpacked your things. At least you had a new door, a prettier yet still sturdy like the previous one.

Still, no message from Miguel.

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On Wednesday you tasked yourself with the same endeavor as yesterday. Not checking your phone. The videos in your "To watch" list were boring and annoying. Political propaganda, movie recommendation spams, mysoginistic stands ups, reactions to bizarre videos.

Nothing worthy to wasting your time on your lunch break. At least you would have the chance to wander the city on your own. You had noticed some work you had slacked, finished and other projects advanced. A perk you didn't think possible in the admist of chaos.

But why would you even congratulate yourself for doing something that was expected from you?

Right.

You clocked out and once more you went to the city. This time no traffic was there to stop you. Parking in a lot, you took your tote bag and walked. Getting comfy shoes to walk after work was added as a mental note. You stopped on a sidewalk.

Streets bustled with people walking like they were probably late to an appointment, Neon signs begun flashing their lights, adorning the streets with their different colors, different sort of aromas filled in your lungs. Pee, trash, hot dogs, sweets and bakery, perfumes, cigars, gas, weed somewhere.

An overwhelming start. You walked in the bakery's direction. To your surprise when crossing the street it was just a little mobile kiosk with choux pastries. Even though the products looked esthetically pleasing, the prices on the whiteboard underneath, made you turn in the opposite direction. And just then you found your first treasure.

Tea Bar. But not a gentrified-looking tea bar with over the top foliage decor with expensive furnace that charged you for just breathing their air. More like a tavern-esthetic sort of Tea bar named Julien's Potions.

Spices, herbs, and other pastries, rested within funky shaped glass containers, the clerk was also into a sort of role-playing that added a little charm to the place. Hand carved wooden tables and chairs littered strategically the small local. Six tables max. The art on the walls was minimalistic, yet still added to the overall layout in the place.

Prices were significantly much more affordable and the little treat you got, a red berries cold brew tea and Mango muffin, we're exquisite. It gave you enough energy boost to return at the parking lot. Of course you took some pictures of the place.

You felt proud. Your first solo adventure had been wonderful.

On Thursday you had ran into a little fancy liqueur shop. Ironically as it was, alcohol and you didn't get along, but the different labels, the shape of the bottles, the year of brewing, the array of sizes and prices, the origin place, made it all too pretty for you to ignore. There were bottles that surely would  cost at least five months worth of your paycheck.

Friday was a busy day at work and of course you just went home. On Sunday you had found a well hidden treasure, a bakery. This time, you took more pictures of the different pastries you had never seen before. Petit fours intricately adorned with such precision you wondered if they had a special machine for it.

Puff creams, chocolate croissants, pain au chocolate, Buttery buns that made you salivate. It kinda brought you back to the baking school sales, your mom's peach gallete and strawberry tarts were popular, and  the only two recipes you knew by heart. The rest, long forgotten and replaced with new hobbies' knowledge.

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A week and a half had been exactly gone by, and not looking at your phone had been easier than you had thought. You had discovered a few more places to add to your personal list. A crystal and esoterism shop, where you bought lavender incense. A little thift shop where you got a lovely and fashionable champagne colored trench coat. And today, you kinda wondered where you'd take yourself on a Friday evening

This time you hoped to find a knitting shop. Starting a new hobby meant to invest in it. And your cheap wools had ran out as you were learning the basics of knitting. After work, you'd park your car in a spot of the parking lot, but to your surprise it was closed early. So you drove until you'd find another, nearby the thrift shop you had found. Open 24/7.

You walked east, the bustle of the city wasn't as loud in some parts of it. You gave the thrift shop's clerk a brief smile before continuing down the street. To your surprise there was a Tattoo and Piercing studio. A.F.A.U.'s Emporium. Sid Vicious' voice reverberating through the place the closer you approached.

Your eyes widened upon seeing none other than Hobie on the front desk, organizing a bunch of guitar cords. The place was divided in two. To the left there was the tattoo artists and piercing cubicles. To the right, apparels and other handicrafts were neatly displayed before anyone that actually took the time in looking.

Walls painted in jet black, with a dim white grunge texture as a decor. Pictures of protests, famous singers that made a significant impact on society through their subversive forms of expressions were hung on the wall.

Jello Biafra, Kathleen Hanna, Patti Smith, David Vanian, to name a few, along some bands logos spray painted in some spaces.

A stark contrast with your well dressed for the system-look. Hobie arched a brow at you and chuckled.

"Got lost in the way, birdie?"

You shook your head as you kept looking around.

"I was wandering the city, actually found this place by mere coincidence. Looks pretty cool."

"Humbly"

"You work here?"

He sneered and shook his head.

"I owe it. Me and many others, actually. I'm just the face fo' it."

"What does... AF..."

"Anti Fascist Artist United." He sniffed as his lip twitched.

Your eyebrows rose and you glanced over the piercing cubicles.

"So ya just... wander in the city and see what happens?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Cool. But dangerous."

"I never go too deep in the city just... the outsides. Don't want to fuck around to find out what's in store for me." you chuckled, Hobie followed.

He tucked his hands on his pockets and walked over you, he motioned to follow him.

"How come every time we met you turn cooler?"

He shrugged and took you to the handicrafts.

"You did them?"

"No. My work's on the other side. These are made by local artist that are involved one way or the other in tryin'to get mo' spaces for people that actually bring a change into community."

"So all of this Merch..."

"Ain't free, that fo'sure."

You giggled

"No, I mean, You just rented this place to give other people a space to offer their art and goods without charging them?"

"Nah. they do pay a small quota, meaning, they can come and clean up, organize shite. Government pays the rent, they get full profit of their thingies. Everyone's happy."

"And the tattoo part?"

He smirked and shrugged.

"Government pays the rent, so... puttin' that to good use."

Your eyes widened slightly and you just nodded.

"Might need a bit of that smart for myself."

"You gotta shape it, birdie. Anyways, what brings ya here besides, yer 'wanderlust'?"

You sighed and shook your head.

"Been wandering the city on my own to try and distract me from something that is messing me up. Just glad I found a familiar face after almost two weeks of random strangers."

"Life's a bitch, innit?"

You nodded and went through the merchandise. T shirts with trippy designs, Pottery in fruit shaped bowls, handcrafted watercolors and painting supplies and of course, knitting tools. Your grabbed a couple of  wools and paid him to take  the small bundle with you.

"So what yer' here for?"

You looked up at him and sighed

"I'm trying to make friends on my own."

"How's that going?".

You shrugged and a humorless laugh came out your mouth.

"I mean... ever since college... way even before that, actually-" You looked up and scratched your neck awkwardly when he gave you his seizing stare.

"Sorry. Don't wanna bore you with my ramblings."

"Haven't said nuffin'" He sat across you and looked at your fumbling hands. The music had died down a bit.

"Saw yer door being replaced."

"Oh yeah. I'm glad I'm not getting stuck anymore." You looked at him and chuckled.

"Whut?"

"Do you always stare at people like you're judging their choices?"

"Yeah. Makes it funnier when they get all squeamish. Like ye."

"I'm not squeamish."

He arched an eyebrow and you both chuckled.

"Can I ask your age?"

"So ya can feel a Lil'more glum for what you might have or haven't achieved so far?"

"My thoughts exactly." you shrugged with a silent laugh.

"24."

"Ah, yeah. I can already feel the disappointment."

"A too well dressed disappointment"

"Is that why you call me... uh... runway girl?"

"No. Glam life, glam dressing, glam job. Runway sort of shite, so runway girl. Been there, done that. Not fo' me."

You didn't know whether to feel offended or laugh at his assumptions. Everyone was assuming lately.

"My life is anything but glam, Hobie. Just work enough to keep appearances. Something that my job also requires from me."

"That's why the name is perfect for ya"

"It's boring."

He pursed his pierced lips in mild derision

"Graduated uni?"

you nodded.

"Found a job of what you did study for?" Again, you nodded and sighed.

He chuckled.

"Still, you're just assuming. My life is boring. Really. One would think that working in branding companies offers you alot. But it's just another fancy way to say you're-"

"Another workforce for da capitalism?"

You chuckled and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. And people think I actually hang out with celebrities-"

"You don't?" He snorted and you frowned

"See?! You were assuming things! And no. It's rare when I actually meet someone famous. I basically make resumes of what they want, how they want it and make it come true. And if I ever meet them means no good. And still I have to dress up like I'm interviewing someone important."

" A wish maker, then. Might call ye Fairy."

" Sounds less brash than Runway girl actually."

" So lemme get this, you graduated uni, are working on something you actually prepared yourself for, dress up like an expensive doll, but... ya wander the city alone tryin' to make friends? "

"Sounds a bit more depressing and pathetic when you put it that way." He tittered at your words.

"Sounds like you're just living by."

"Yeah. That's been a recurrent feeling, even before college."

"What do ye want?"

"Uh... what?"

"Like, yer acting like yer living the life some dream of, but have the life some hate. That leaves ye in the middle. What do ya want?"

"Right now? I'd like a hug and be told everything, at least up here" You pointed at your head, "Will be fine. But since life is a bitch, I wanna get my ears pierced actually."

His smile was satisfied.

"That's a start innit?"

"Yeah... just realized that ever since college, I... didn't get the chance to do a lot of things."

"Uni seems like the dementor of people's dreams. Even worse if it's private." You chuckled and nodded. He motioned for you to follow to the front desk.

"Both ears?"

"Nah, just my right one for the moment."

"A'ight. Pick one, it's on me."

You looked at him with excited eyes, he just smiled.

"This one. It looks soo cool and it's stylish." You went for a triple helix hoop in your upper lobe.

"Golden, silver or colored?"

"Uh... golden."

He prepared his working area. Your chest felt a bit less constricting.

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The first thing you  did when coming home, besides giving Hobie a ride and greeting his mom on the hallway and getting a random invitation for afternoon tea, was to look at your new body modification on the mirror. Golden 6 mm hoops adorned your ear. You couldn't help but feel giddy and a little sore. Hobie was careful, and he was a pro at it.

Your phone had been buzzing nonstop hours ago. You made a quick dinner for yourself out of the left overs. You then took a shower and changed into your pjs, TV remote on hand, The Diary of Bridget Jones ready to play for the third time, when the notification sound dinged. You groaned.

Your thumbs padded and scrolled through the logs. Some were from the work's group chat reviewing the week's assignments, others from your social media announcing new videos for you to watch, your ex college classmates uploading new photos, and something more unexpected.

Miguel's name on the bottom of your notifications. It was almost comical how you had to rub your eyes and make a double take to confirm that it was him. He had messaged you. Your heart skipped a beat. Your thumb hovering on the unread text, like if reading it would make the room to suddenly explode.

You pressed on it and all you could do was blink almost stupidly at it's contents.

—If you're done giving me the silent treatment drop by on sunday. Need your help.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: In which you’re Corroded coffins biggest fan and then Dustin introduces you to Eddie

Word Count: 2293

“Of course I can come watch Dustin Claudia. I can be over in like fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you so much sweetie! Ever since that earthquake I hate the idea of him being by himself. I’ll leave some money on the counter in case you guys need to get a pizza or anything.” You let out a relieved sigh once Dustin’s mom hangs up. You just have to call your friend Steph to cancel plans tonight before heading next door to the Henderson's. You didn’t really want to go to them anyway. She wanted to go out to a bar, which was fine. That's what you normally did with her but that was just to go see your favorite band. Under normal circumstances you hated going to bars, they were dark and dirty and you’d prefer to do something that didn’t involve older men hitting on you. But if Corroded Coffin was playing you could bet your ass you’d be there.

You’ve basically been their biggest fan since the first time you saw them perform. You had been at The Hideout with Steph getting a quick catch-up drink when they stepped onto the makeshift stage. You didn’t know there was going to be live music and admittedly that had gotten you to stay longer than you planned to, you were ready to leave as soon as your drink was gone but then you fell in love with the music. Since then you’ve gone with Steph to every show they’ve had making the plans yourself when you found out about a new one. You had even bought a shirt the one time they tried selling merch.

You hum to yourself as you make your way next door. Your mom has always been close friends with Dustins so you’ve known them your whole life. Dustin’s like a little brother to you since you’ve sort of always been around him and because of that his friends have become like siblings to you too. Even Max who only showed up two years ago but y'know saving the world together is a pretty big bonding experience.

“Dusty guess who’s here?” You sing while entering the Henderson residence.

“You know you don’t have to watch me right? I’m not a baby.” He comes into your line of sight and you pull him into a hug.

“What, you don’t wanna hang out with your coolest adult friend?”

“Please you wish you were as cool as Eddie.” He eyes your Corroded Coffin shirt as he says it expecting you to agree but you just scrunch your face up in confusion.

“Eddie? Who’s he? I only know Steve and Robin.”

“You don’t know Eddie?” He follows you into the kitchen confused. He really thought you would’ve known him from school or even just from his band or hell from when the whole town thought he killed Chrissy.

“No should I?” There’s a pause in the conversation as you open up the fridge to see what’s inside. “Wait, is he that guy your mom was telling me she’s weary of? Is he good to you Dusty, he doesn’t peer pressure you or anything right?”

“No God.” He groans. “You sound just like my mom. Eddie’s great, you wanna meet him? I could call him up and see if he’s able to stop by.”

“I’d be down for that. Gotta make sure he’s Steve’s replacement and not my own.”

“Oh my God you two are incorrigible, I'm not replacing Steve!”

“Sure you aren’t. Hey, what do you want to eat? I think I could manage making something tonight.”

“Don’t make anything! After I call Eddie we’ll order a pizza.” You weren’t any good in the kitchen, you were basically a walking disaster the moment you started trying to make anything. 

Eddie’s phone rings while he practices a new song on his guitar. He groans as he breaks away from it ready to yell at whoever was bothering him while he was finally getting somewhere.

“Hello?” He rips the phone from its spot on the wall.

“Eddie you gotta come over man.”

“Henderson? What do you want, I’m busy. This isn’t another life or death scenario is it?”

“No, you gotta come over and meet someone. I don’t know how you don’t already know each other.” Eddie lets out a sigh of relief at it not being anything serious before taking a deep breath in.

“Dustin I’m not coming over at the last minute when I’m in the middle of something just to meet someone. Arrange a meeting date or something.” He’s getting ready to hang up on him when his next words stop him.

“If she likes you my mom will probably let you back in the house. That means you can come over for dinners again.”

“I’ll be over in fifteen.” Eddie slams the phone down and throws his leather jacket on before flying out the door to his trailer at the thought of getting to eat Mrs. Hendersons meals again. He pulls up as the fire alarm starts blaring from inside the house. “Jesus christ.” He rushes out of his van and up the walkway just in time for the door to get thrown open.

“Fuck, shit, shit! Move!” You come flying out of the house tossing the pan with a small fire in it into the yard. You pay no attention to the man you just yelled at, too preoccupied with your own mistake besides it was probably just the pizza guy anyway.

“This is why I told you not to make anything!”

“Dustin just shut up and get me a shoe or something to put out the flame!” You catch the shoe he throws at you before falling to your knees and pounding at the grass. “See Dusty, it's fine now. We’ll just leave the pan out here to cool off and grab it before your mom gets home. She never needs to know this happened.” You stand up straightening out your clothes and wiping the sweat from your forehead before heading back to the door.

“What did I just walk into here?”

“That’s just what happens when Y/n tries to cook. Eddie meet Y/n, I’ve known her my whole life and she’s basically my sister. Y/n meet my cool new adult friend Eddie, who I’m not replacing Steve with.” You look up at the man in question and freeze, dropping the shoe in your hand. You immediately recognize him as Corroded Coffins lead guitarist and singer.

“I, um, hi I’m Eddie. No sorry you’re Eddie, I’m Y/n.” He chuckles at your mess up and takes you in while you feel your face heat up. Your hair is thrown up and you’re standing barefoot before him in a short pink skirt and one of his band's shirts?

“Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt?”

“Oh, uh, yeah I’m sort of a really big fan. I saw a show sometime in February and I’ve been to almost every show since. This thing is basically my prized possession since you guys never sold anything after the show I got this at.” You hold the bottom of said shirt holding it out to inspect it.

“Yeah, that’s because only two people bought something. We figured it wasn’t worth it to make more stuff. You know, I think I’ve seen you at a few shows actually.” 

“Really?” Your eyes go wide as your head whips up to look at him. 

“Yeah, you’re the one who always claps after songs.” Eddie’s playing it cool. Of course he’s noticed you in the audience full of mainly drunks. It was hard not to after the first time his attention was drawn to you when you whooped for them after a set. You were basically a constant after that and before every show he would scan the bar for you. He’d joke with the rest of the band that you were his good luck charm because he always played better when you were there once they caught onto what he did. 

“Yeah, that’s me. I hollered once but my friend who I always go with told me she’d stop taking me if I kept it up. You guys are like super amazing though! Your cover of Master of Puppets is, I think, my favorite version.” Eddie’s cheeks tinge pink at the praise. 

“You two gonna come inside or stand out here till the pizza comes?” Dustin asks coming back to the doorway to find the two of you just smiling at eachother. 

“Coming Dusty! I gotta clean the kitchen up anyway.”

“Yeah Dusty, we’re coming.” Eddie extends his arm for you to go first and slightly bows while smirking at Dustin with the knowledge of this new nickname.

“I’m regretting introducing the two of you already.” He groans out, backing out of the way. 

“You were right, he’s much cooler than Steve.” You murmur to Dustin as you pass him and Eddie overhears it. Butterflies swarm in his stomach at that. He’s cooler than Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington? No one other than his friends had ever thought he was even a little bit cool and now here you are an angel who not only loves his band but also thinks he’s cooler than Steve. It’s almost too good to be real. 

Once he overcomes the initial shock the goofiest grin grows on his face and he follows the two of you into the kitchen where Dustins putting stuff away and you’re wiping down counters.

“So how do you know Dustin?”

“Eddie’s the DM in my DnD club.” Dustin answers just as Eddie opens his mouth to speak.

“Oh, Hellfire right? I remember hearing about it when I was in high school.”

“I can’t believe the two of you didn’t meet then. I mean Eddie was supposed to graduate a year after you Y/n/n.”

“Oh? How come you didn’t?”

“Never went to class.” Eddie shrugs while crossing his arms over his chest. “Spent too much time getting high and planning stuff for campaigns.”

“Well I’m glad you were still there to watch over my whittle Dusty poo.” You use a baby voice as you pinch Dustin's cheeks.

“Y/n.” He draws your name out while shoving you away. “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t do that.” Regardless of how annoying and embarrassing he finds it when you do that he can’t help but smile at the affection and Eddie catches it before Dustin can mask it. The doorbell rings then and Dustin quickly excuses himself stating it’s probably the pizza.

“Thank you.” You say to Eddie in a low voice once he’s out of the room.

“For what Sweetheart?” Your heart speeds up at the nickname.

“For taking Dustin and the others under your wing this year. They didn’t have the easiest time in middle school with bullies and whatnot, and I was really nervous for them to start high school. But then Dustin told me all about this cool senior who invited them to Hellfire club and how you all look after each other and I was really excited for them to branch out and make new friends.”

“Oh that was no big deal, they’re great kids.” You smile at him before turning to get the plates once the front door closes. But of course Claudia still keeps them on the top shelf so you have to stand slightly on your tiptoes to reach them.

“Let me help.” Eddie comes up behind you reaching up and easily grabbing three plates, his other hand resting on your hip.

“Thanks.” You look down hoping to hide the heat rushing up your neck.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Eddie was just helping with the plates.” You jump away from the man who’s still so close to you, taking the plates from his hand and holding them up to show Dustin before rushing into the dining room.

“So are you graduating this year?” You ask Eddie later while the three of you eat.

“On track for it.”

“That’s cool, there’s what, just two months left?”

“About that long and then it’s goodbye Hawkins High and all the judgemental assholes in it!”

“What are you doing after?”

“I dunno, focus on the band probably.” He watches as your eyes light up at the mention of his band. You had honestly forgotten who exactly was sitting across from you.

“Speaking of your band, have you ever thought about doing shows not at bars or at least at ones that allow underage kids in? Because I know Dustin and the crew would probably go and I’m sure there would be other kids interested. Or you could put posters up in college areas because I only ever see them around Hawkins and everyone here already has their opinions about Corroded Coffin it feels like. I know people in my school would definitely be interested in seeing you guys perform.” Eddie's hands slam down onto the table causing you and Dustin to jump in your seats. He points at you and leans over the table.

“You might just be a genius! I have to tell the guys about this!” He gets up and rushes to the door leaving you and Dustin to look at each other in confusion before he’s leaning around the corner. “Hey uh by the way we have another gig tomorrow night if you wanna come. I could pick you up beforehand and take you home after.”

“I’d like that. I live just next door.” You nod and a shy smile crosses your face.

“Cool then it’s a date. Bye!” He waves and rushes out before you can notice how pink his cheeks are becoming and leaving you to smile into your hand while Dustin fake gags.

“You guys are gross.”

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Lookism Men x Female Reader "Their types on a woman" PART 4

Thanks for the request @chocolatemilk1221! You have already read my mind that I was going to do a Samuel and DG one. And yes, I'll make a part 5 and 6 of this (if possible). Genre: Fluff☁️and slight lime (not too explicit) Warnings: Mature themes

Samuel Seo (Seo Seon Geun)

I honestly think that Samuel's not even into dating because he doesn't find anyone interesting (he's in love with himself bbg).

He probably had one night stands with anybody but he'll just forget or brush it off later on. That's it. (Headcannon: Samuel likes women who are a bit older than him (1 year age gap example)

Also doesn't like whiny and noisy girls. It annoys the hell out of him.

Samuel likes women who are matured in thinking but not too boring (just like Gun).

He also likes it when their someone hypes him up but not really like cheerleaders and obsessed fan girls who will scream his name from the top of their lungs. But if their gf believes in him on what's he's doing and genuinely showers him lots of compliments without sugar-coating it too much, he'll smirk at this feeling amused and good for himself. For example: "Your hair looks good today". or "You actually fight good". Compliments like this can soothe Samuel's inferiority complex so give him lots of positive comments about himself. He won't say too much or he'll just grin at you (he loves it so much).

And his ideal type is someone who will do anything to strive for success. A someone that is passionate about the things she loves doing can strike Samuel's attention. It makes him less feel alone since he himself is too obsessed with power. But you just wanting to do something for a living just to provide yourself can make him kind of confused with people like you. A woman with a normal lifestyle? It kind of bothers him a bit. Samuel is often surrounded with women who are either abusive, just cares about hooking up or is just plain boring for him (well except for the girls who work in the Big Deal street though he doesn't care much). But he can feel it when someone who's actually genuine and kind, so it can probably soften his tough interior. He also wonders why some women just don't care about money and power and just wants to go to the flow and live a normal life. (Like not that money is not important but y'know what I mean). It's probably because he never got to experience a loving family, so having a soft girlfriend can make him a bit relaxed and composed.

But you gotta keep this man calm since his emotions get in the way sometimes. He finds it annoying sometimes and he'll probably curse at you for minding other's business, but if he sees you cry or hurt it can make him feel guilty about the things he had said to you ( I don't really like this kind of attitude or condone emotional abuse). Samuel will try to make it up to you though like saying the word which he'll rarely say "Sorry". He's not the type to be apologetic to others even if he's being an asshole and knows that what he's doing is wrong, but seeing you being upset about him brings back his insecurities of about feeling like a failure. So he'll genuinely apologize to you (it may sound cold sometimes but you can feel it when he's actually sorry). Will cuddle and fuck on the bed with you especially on cold weathers. He's not really good with showing his love but as soon as he gets used to it, he'll even insist to kiss you on the cheek (in private of course). Will also beat the sh*t out of everyone who tries to mess with you.

If Samuel is a red flag, he needs a wifey who's a green flag. Getting into a relationship with Sammy is challenging since he's still adjusting from it. But opposites do attract after all.

James Lee/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)

Another one who just don't give a damn about dating especially now that he's a K-Pop star. I headcannon that he doesn't have romantic experiences or relationships since he's too focused about taking down the Kings of First Gen. But he's more emotionally normal than the others (Gun, Goo, Samuel) that's why he's more affectionate.

DG likes women who are also matured regardless if they're younger or older than him (HE DOESN'T LIKE MINORS OKAY. For example just 1 or 2 years age gap). As we see, DG's mostly calm all the times. So having the same partner with a soft edge can make him peak his interest. You'll probably met him as his new identity and lucky for you if you're his manager. "Hello DG how you doing?" "Just fine I guess." Also likes it when their crush give him acts of service. For example giving him snacks (even if he's not initiating or asking you to go get him some), asking him if he's okay especially in long-timed travels, and just doing your job, protecting him and being polite with others can catch his attention.

If he really likes a woman, he would make it obvious but not in public though. Treating you with fancy gifts and dates and lowkey flirting with you just to see your reaction (if he really feels like you're a really good person and not just using him for money or for his looks). And if you like it, oh girl his playful attitude won't stop until you finally confess to him and the rest will be history. He also likes women who can be easily trusted. If you have build a strong connection with DG, he might tell you his problems that's been lingering his mind for a while. But if you break his trust, he'll just cut off his connection with you not caring if you're hurt (sorry it may sound rude but I feel like DG likes ghosting others who just shitted on him lol).

And if you met him before he's known as DG, you'll be really lucky if you're classmates with James. Not only because you have a handsome classmate, but also an award-stealer making fan girls drool over him.

Headcannon: James secretly likes competitive women. He's really amused how you still haven't given up to be on the top just to prove him that you can do better than what you're doing now. So just imagine being enemies with James but you and him actually have secret romantic feelings for one another (enemies to lovers trope). "I already beat you in poetry why won't you just give up?" "SHUT UP YOU JUST WON BECAUSE YOU'RE HOT!" "So you think I'm hot? Well, just admit it Y/N you're secretly cheering for me to be number one again". "SHUT THE FU-" But he doesn't like the super cocky ones either. He's not a fan of boastful people because he knows he can beat them without trying.

James also likes women who are super responsible like finishing their homeworks on time. He will also feel when you're being burned out with studies (he's actually nice sometimes).

"Studying again?" James asked as he can clearly tell that you're stressed for the final exams. "It's none of your business" you replied bluntly which makes him smirk. "Of course it is" he replied back with a sassy tone on his voice making you close your text book. "You know what. Why the hell are you even talking to me? You're so fucking good at everything but you think that I would just hit on you because you're hot? Or you just like tormenting people so much that you can't fucking leave me alone?" you replied annoyingly making him question if he's hurting you. He likes teasing you not going to lie. And he's not sorry for ruining people's lives especially with other people who tries to bring him down. He knows he's the best at everything. Singing, dancing, martial arts, art, poetry and literature, mathematics, you name it. He always thought that women are just a waste of time and they only care about making themselves look pretty but you proved him wrong. When you do things with passion and care, you not giving up on your dreams not because you want to feel validated by others but to explore what you can do in life, it has always fascinated him. Pinning his down to the wooden desk, he leaned closer to you while you backed out and refusing to make eye contact making your stomach twist not because of disgust but because you're nervous. You secretly liked James for a while, you admit that he's hot but also because you idolized him for being a good student as much as you don't want to admit it. He inspires you to do better in life and doing your best even if sometimes it's not enough. And he likes you for being a wholesome person and not giving up despite when others try to bring you down. "You know what Y/N, as much as I hate to tell it to you, you have always fascinated me. Even when there are times when you can't win, why can't you just give up? It may sound rude but even when you're desperate for success sometimes, you just won't let others even myself bring you down. Most people can't handle me so seeing you resist makes you even more interesting". (And the rest is history ;) But! if you haven't met him for God knows for so long and him breaking up with you (because he doesn't want to involve you with his gangster life) and meeting him again in his new identity can be a little weird. Why does a pop star know you? Did he stalk your social accounts? "Hey who the hell are you?" you asked the hooded man who have been following you when you bought your snacks and groceries at the local family mart. "Relax, it's just me" you heard a familiar voice as he removes the hoodie that's been hiding his beautiful face. "James Lee?" "Yup it's been so long Y/N". he replied with a smile making you run into him hugging his taller form making him laugh as you rumbled why did he followed you without even introducing himself making you freaked out. "I just missed you. I was just buying some stuff too but then I noticed you. I can't remove my hood because of stalkers so I tried reaching out to you but you kept running away". He explained as you pulled his hoodie back down "Stalkers..." "Yup".

James like interesting, trust-worthy and nice women in general. But you gotta adjust from calling him DG because you don't want to expose his secrets ;)

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #dg x reader #samuel seo lookism #samuel seo x reader #james lee x reader #dg lookism

[themalhambird]

ALSO (my previous post was getting too long and this is related but still a tangent lol) the good thing about seemingly endless timeloops is that, y'know, a lot of roads get you to the same places, and this gives you endless AU possibilities. Do KYAL recruit Whiteman because in the first few loops he stumbles across the body naturally like Hillinghead, Hasan, and Maplewood, and proceeds to make such a fucking nuisance of himself - Hillinghead and Shahara's tenacity, but with a non-corrupt Inspector to back him up-- that the recordings Mannix does for himself the first fifteen times are all like "You've gotta do something about this guy, everything still works out okay but he's just ANNOYING." I mean, can't prove that's *not* what happens. In the middle loop, does Mannix question whether Hillinghead really has to die, because a live father in law is more love for him, right? So he changes things slightly and now convincing Hillinghead to let him court the man's teenage daughter is uh. Like trying to get a stone wall to move. Hillinghead's not *forbidding* anything he's just very aware that he doesn't have the money or the standing to protect Polly from a man like Harker if things go sour so spend the next three years convincing him that Polly's safe with you and then if POLLY is still interested, then you can marry. The recording from that timeline: this is what my last recording said happened, this is what I changed, next time round change it BACK and make sure you tell yourself that time round that it's better off that the man is dead even if it seems cruel. In at least three loops Henry Ashe punches Julian Harker in the face, you can't prove that he doesn't. One loop absolutely everything seems to be going exactly like the last time except for no discernable reason Whiteman and Esther slip their tail and make it up to Inverness. Now it's just. Panic because who's gonna shoot Polly and Mannix with their gunman playing dad to some kid he's known two minutes, all the way up in bloody Scotland?

So many possibilities to have a play around with....

#bodies netflix #KYAL #Elias Mannix #Polly Hillinghead #charles whiteman #alfred Hillinghead #henry ashe

[dxwnfxll]

Heyy!! How are you?<3

I just found your blog and I'm so happy I did! So I decided to leave a request for some hc's of the main 4 eddsworld boys finding out the reader is a stoner? Like they'll just get into the house and see the reader faded af and just being extra chill abt everything??

If you don't do multiple character hc's, then the same premise but only for Tord. Thank you lovely :))

Hiya !! I'm doing swell ! Hope ya are to :) !!

And awesome HC idea totally gonna write it out

Hope ya enjoy it ! (And sorry for the wait i've been busy busy !!)

The eddsworld boys with a stoner reader

(gender neutral reader)

Tord

- So Tord is DEF a stoner, you can't tell me other wise. So when he casually arrives home one day a lil earlier than the others and finds reader faded as hell he just fucking laughs.

- He def gets high with reader, he has a collection of funny lil bongs including a anime girl one he spent a shit ton of money on.

- Reader got munchies? He's got ya, he's got his own lil munchie stash in his room.

- Readers first time getting high? He'll call you stupid but help you through it, make sure you don't freak tf out

- You and him probably sit on the couch looking like idiots laughing at the dumbest shit (probably a dumb commercial Tord keeps rewinding back over and over)

Edd

- I don't see Edd as a stoner but he's okay with the 'lifestyle', though when he came back after a cola run and found Reader staring at the ceiling snickering here and there he's very concerned

- " Did Tord give you something from his stash? TORD !! "

- When he figures out YOU are ALSO a stoner he's like " oh "

- He's kinda curious about what it's like sometimes, especially since he's been casually watching you/Tord getting high randomly and looking like y'all are having the time of your lives.

- Careful if you actually let him get high with you, He's gonna freak tf out and get some bad munchies

- If he never gets high with you though he just kinda keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay

Matt

- He's not a stoner, doesn't even know what a stoner is. So when he comes home and smells something 'bad' in the air he thinks it's a damn fire

- Idk why he thought it was a fire he just did, he sees smoke coming under your door and grabs a bucket and before you even know it he's thrown water in your room...on you.

- He killed your vibe

- He does apologize though at least

Tom

- He used to be a stoner, he kinda stopped after he got into Smirnoff and didn't wanna be juggling both y'know?

- When he comes home and sees you on the couch he just holds in a lil laugh and goes " i know that face, someones tripping balls"

- He MAKES you give him a hit on the blunt/bong/whatever (or an edible if you prefer edibles)

- He's a pro at this shit so he's chilling, and hopefully you are too. But a few mins in he'll get up and grab some snacks for you two.

- He isn't a very giggly high when y'all two are high but he's more 'idiotic', he'll find random photos and think they're the funniest shit known to man kind. He's also very hungry and thirsty when he gets high

- Tord is NOT allowed during y'alls high time

- He takes big breaks when getting high, so if you're a stoner that does it daily or day after day he's not gonna smoke with ya every day. He smokes like maybe once or twice a week? It really depends

Bonus:

Eduardo

- He judges you, but when he sees how chill you are when high he decides to take a hit. He gets mad when he doesn't get high from one hit

- Excuse him he's a lil dumb, you tell him it takes more than one hit and he just grumbles before taking another hit

- Once he's high with you he just sits there, you probably gotta check on him to make sure he's okay

- After that time he gets high with you whenever he can, dude probably needs it tbh

Jon

- He doesn't really understand but he's cool with it ! :D

Mark

- Mark prefers to not be around whenever you get high, it's not that he hates you being a stoner he just isn't into smoking and all that. He does warn you about the bad stuff with smoking though womp womp

Paul

- Dude doesn't care, he probably finds you high in the barracks at the red army base. He probably sits with you and smokes his own cigarettes just chilling with you

- " everybody needs a break every now and then, just don't be high while your work yeah ? "

- If you ask for anything to help get you down from your high so you can work he'll usually help (if he's in a good mood)

Patryck

- Judging

- He doesn't like that you're high during work, doesn't like the smell and doesn't like how you act while high

- gets a lil annoyed if he has to help you walk around or anything

- def never getting high with you, but he's def had a contact buzz before

Yippe ! Hope you enjoyed sorry if it seemed rushed at all

#eddswolrd #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tom x reader #ew tord #ew tord x reader #ew matt #ew matt x reader #matt x reader #ew edd #ew edd x reader #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tom #eddsworld edd #eddsworld eduardo #eddsworld paul #eddsworld patryck #eddsworld jon #eddsworld mark

[gilly-moon]

Listen I might never finish this so have an opening snippet of a Blackice Snowboarding!AU thing I wrote:

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"You can't keep me here forever, y'know," Jack mumbled against the arm holding him captive.

"Says who?" replied his captor, warm lips pressed against the top of his head.

"Says the gaggle of eight-year-olds who'll beat you up for making me late to class."

Pitch grumbled something, his breath tickling the fine hairs behind Jack's ear. They'd already hit the metaphorical snooze button on the day once, or at least Pitch had when he all but dragged Jack back underneath the covers. A few stolen hours later, and the sun was now creeping above the horizon. The light would usher in a parade of SUVs and hatchbacks down the icy highway, parents towing along their kids up to the ski lodge, ready for another day of snowboarding lessons.

Usually, Jack liked to head up the slopes bright and early before anyone else arrived. Usually, he'd be back down at the entrance ramp right when the first puffy-coated kid waddled up for class so he could greet them and their parents.

Usually, he wasn't trapped in bed by a pair of arms around his chest and a warm, downy comforter that was so soft it should be illegal. Maybe it was illegal. It was hard to tell, with Pitch. The way he threw his money around, he could be anything from an honest businessman to some mafia lord parading around in plain sight. As long as all that money wasn't being tossed at Jack, he didn't really care either way.

"Seriously though," he pressed, managing to free his head from the blankets. "I gotta get ready. Some of us actually have to work for a living."

"I could remedy that," Pitch hummed, tightening his hold so their bare skin pressed together.

Shivers traced down Jack's spine at the memory of the night before. He could still feel fingers digging into his hips, his thighs, his ass - and he could feel how desperately he needed a shower.

"Just say the magic word," Pitch teased as he hooked his chin over Jack's shoulder. "My offer has no expiration."

"My answer doesn't, either." Shoving a hand against Pitch's face, Jack managed to wriggle his way free just enough to sit up.

A few months ago, Pitch had shown up out of seemingly thin air with a miracle offer - a sponsorship for Jack, to take his snowboarding skills into competition. Back then, he'd just laughed and brushed it off as a scam, but Pitch was, in a word, stubborn.

Jack's answer never changed, though, even after discovering that Pitch had plenty of cash and connections to back up his claims. Despite the tantalizing offer though, Jack simply didn't care to compete. He liked snowboarding for the fun of it, and getting to teach the kids. But he indulged Pitch anyway, sitting with him for coffee at the lodge in the mornings, and eventually meeting for lunch dates.

At some point, offers of sponsorship became inside jokes and teasing. Teasing became flirting, which escalated into dinner dates at Pitch's winter vacation home near the slopes. These days, Jack practically lived here. He might not let Pitch pay for his coffee or his boarding gear, but he was more than happy to mooch off his central heating.

"Perhaps," Pitch said, his voice far more awake and clear now, "I just need to be a little more…convincing."

#my writing #snowboarding!au #blackice #jack frost #pitch black #kozmotis pitchiner #rotg #rise of the guardians

[chaosprompts]

IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA STARTER SENTENCES PT. 3 - trigger warning for : sexual themes, violence, and alcohol mentions.

i ended up having to do it all by myself !!

listen ... listen. it looks terrible, like really really bad.

what have i done ??

oh oh hottie alert at two o'clock.

the name's ___, i have a bleached asshole.

knock knock dickface.

if you don't get out of the way right now i'm gonna bring out the big guns.

oh hit me with your best shot you stupid bitch.

not everyone has the gift.

i don't remember that night.

i don't remember most evenings.

for the love of god please do not ask me about his dick.

i'm gonna take off my bra, blast my nips !!

he literally has the worst life imaginable.

my life has been in a bit of a tail spin.

i am trying to get my life back on track.

i spent the money on these sweet ass kettle drums !!

you gotta make it sexy !! hips and nips.

i accept payment with the following things: coins, cash, checks, food, vape pens, pens in general, and scissors.

ooo don't get caught.

what do you want from me ??

i'm gonna get a little bit rough with you.

i ain't going to no hospital !!

hey turkey's gobble gobble.

so what's the plan we just gonna bum rush this guy from behind or what ??

are you seeing this ??

hey !! hey !! gimmie some eyes !! cool your jets !!

i got all numbers.

give me the hotdog, baby !!

keep this up man. keep this up and see what happens.

i will strike you down !!

well, can i bare my soul to you for a second ??

now you say another word and i swear to god i will dice you into a million little pieces.

you haven't thought of the smell !!

god bless cream pies, and god bless america.

i command you to stop.

well the last few years i've been settling for fives, y'know ?? and i've been giving you the tens, okay ?? but i realized i could be a ten guy too.

i'm gonna go slam ass.

by any chance do you have homosexual tendencies ??

you ?? i don't know who the hell you are.

begone vile man !! begone from me !!

i am un-tethered and my rage knows no bounds !!

did you bomb and fail and bomb just like i knew you would ??

that's all that happened and nothing else happened.

oh oopie daisy !! looks like i broke it.

i didn't know it was gonna come off like that.

i've got one of those hella sweet lives.

don't do that.

the point is you'll be dealing with me today.

are those fake hands ??

have you been drinking paint ??

he totally could have done it.

oh my god you're bleeding !!

oh my god what am i looking at here ??

oh go to hell !! you go right to hell !!

you dumb idiot !!

you're not the alpha here you crusty ass fool !!

i will destroy you !!

begone from me you soy boy beta cuck.

i beg you to stop.

you can't believe what happened !!

can i get your house key ??

get away from me.

there's a lot of money in rollerskating.

you're talking about thumbing through vending machines for loose change. you think that's comparable to my thing ??

twenty-five cents is not gonna get us shit man !!

#rp starter sentences #inbox prompts #rp inbox prompts #starter sentences #iasip inbox prompts #always sunny inbox prompts

[msjaeger]

That Wasn't In The Script (Part:ll)

*there's gonna be underage drinking and smoking but everyone is above 18 so it's technically not underage ;)*

Eren, Jean, Connie, Mikasa and yourself all walked backstage into the dressing rooms to plan for the afterparty. Sasha, Armin and the others had left after the conclusion of the talkshow to either get dressed or mentally prepare themselves for whatever might go down tonight.

You sat down on the comfy chair that was in the centre of the room while Eren and Connie sat on the couch and Jean leaned against the wall. You playfully yank Mikasa down and into your lap, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. This caused you to miss the red flush on the girl's face. "So what's the plan tonight? We doing it at my apartment again?" You asked and you played with Mikasa's fingers.

Connie scoffs "Bro, be so fucking for real. You don't live in an apartment. You have a whole ass penthouse, babe."

"It's not that big, Con." You reason.

"You have a fucking bowling alley."

Jean throws an empty water bottle at Connie's head and rolls his eyes. "Maybe if you didn't spend so much money on shoes, weed, and cars, you'd be able to afford a nice ass penthouse like the rest of us." Connie shoots out of his chair and storms up to Jean.

"Don't make me shave that mane off." Jean glares at Connie before focusing his attention on you and Eren. "You know, the horse jokes would've never existed if you two stopped telling them when we were kids."

Eren shrugs "If the horseshoe fits."

"Can you guys stop?" Mikasa sighs, annoyed about the constant bickering. "You guys are upsetting Mika, now I'm gonna have to lace your weed with bleach." You say playfully as you hold your friend closer.

"So we'll do it at my place. I can get the alcohol so let me know what you guys want and what you think everyone else wants. Like Smirnoff, Everclear, Pink-"

"If you finish the word 'Pink Whitney', I might throw up." Connie exaggerates and places his hands on his knees while hunching over.

"Real. Last time we hung out and there was Pink, I ended up blacked out on a park bench." Eren cracks his knuckles while recalling the... interesting experience.

"Well, a lot of people know how to handle their liquor unlike some of you." You scoff. "Anyways, Connie can you get some bud? I haven't smoked in a while and I swear I've been smelling colors or something."

"For sure, I got you, ma. I'll text my guy right now." Connie pulls out his phone and walks outside into the hallway. "Do we want this to be a private party or what's the move?" Jean asks as he takes Connie's spot next to Eren.

You think for a bit.

"Fuck it. It's celebrating us busting our ass for the past- what- 10 years? We just gotta make sure security is checking everybody." Jean nods and pulls out his phone to make an announcement on Instagram about it. Eren looks over to you lazily and smiles.

"What do you want me to do, ma? I can get the food and drinks 'n shit to your place in an hour if you want." He offers as he stands up and walks behind your chair. You feel his two large hands rest on your shoulders and a light squeeze.

"It's weird, isn't it?" You say suddenly. Both Eren and Mikasa quirk a bow.

"What do you mean?" Eren asks, still not moving his hands off of your shoulders. You hum. "Just... weirdly, it's over, y'know? Even during that big hiatus that happened between Season 1 and 2, we still looked forward to Season 2. Then Season 3. Then all the parts in Season 4." You pause to remove your head from Mikasa's shoulder to look up to Eren. "It's just... weird."

You hear Mikasa hum in agreement while Eren sighs. "Yeah, I get it. Especially you, Mikasa, Armin and me. We literally saw each other grow up, you know?" You lean your head onto his forearm and right before you were about to add onto that, Connie burst into the room.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! I need the biggest favor of the entirety of favors.!" Connie screams as he runs to you. You sigh but smile at him softly.

"What's up?" Connie begins bouncing on the heels of his feet.

"You know how I'm trying to launch a music career and stuff? My producer asked if I could do a little gig at your party tonight." He falls to his knees. "The beautiful, intelligent, prosperous Y/n. PLEASE. I'll do anything!" He begs.

"Connie get up." You chuckle. "Of course you can. One condition though. When you blow up, you have to say I'm your number one fan." Connie nods his head so fast, you thought it would fly off its hinges.

"I love you so much. Plus I got 15 zips heading to your place in an hour so best believe you're gonna be fried fried." Connie shoots up and fumbles with his phone.

"I gotta call my stage guy, my DJ, my sound guy..." He sticks his tongue out as he concentrates. "You know what, I'm gonna head back to my place. I gotta get ready and organize my crew. What time were you wanting us to pull up?"

Jean clears his throat " I mean, I posted on my story for people to start pulling up at 8. And she probably wants help setting up so come at like 4 or something. Does that work?" He looks towards you and you shrug.

"Sounds good to me. Eren is gonna cater but if you guys wanna bring food or something, I'm definitely not gonna object." Jean nods and stands up. He walks over to you and ruffles your hair.

"Bet. I'm gonna head out with Connie too. It takes a good two hours to look this good. I'll see you later, ma." He kisses your head as he leaves with Connie, who is screaming into his phone about finally being able to put himself out there.

"I'm gonna take Mikasa back to my place and meet up with Sasha, Armin and Reiner. They're gonna help organize everything and then we'll start setting stuff up. You wanna come with?" You ask as you lightly pat Mikasa's waist a few times. She hops off you and you stand up and stretch.

"Nah, I gotta go get something. But I'll probably be there by 3ish." Eren yawns before he kisses your cheek. You grimace and push his face away. "Gross. You're gonna give me rabies." You chuckle as you lightly pull his ear. Eren shrugs.

"You know when you get a girlfriend, you'll have to stop doing that. I have a slight feeling it wouldn't go too well." Eren holds his hand up to his chest in fake offence.

"What?! But I've been doing it since we were little." He wipes a fake tear away from his eyes. "I guess I'll just stay single forever." You scoff and shove his shoulders.

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"Y/n? Where do you want me to put the DJ booth?" Connie asks as he jogs into your apartment with Jean on his heels. "At least say hi to her first, damn." Jean scoffs as he admires your penthouse. Sure, he's visited plenty of times, to the point where he has his own room. But it never ceases to amaze him.

The open-concept living space is a masterpiece of modern design, seamlessly blending contemporary aesthetics with comfort. High-end finishes and top-of-the-line materials adorn every corner, from the polished marble floors to the custom-designed lighting fixtures. The living room has plush, designer furniture arranged around a sleek fireplace, creating an inviting atmosphere for both relaxation and entertaining. Not to mention you added your own little flare by adding LED lights around certain areas of the living room.

The kitchen is a chef's dream, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, a spacious island, and custom cabinetry. Whether you're hosting a dinner party or preparing a quiet meal for two, this kitchen is both practical and aesthetically attractive.

A highlight of your penthouse (and the upcoming party) is its expansive terrace, an outdoor oasis in the sky. He remembers the time the group had come over to drink and it ended up with Jean and Eren recreating that one Titanic scene on the balcony. With a private plunge pool, lounge seating, and a dining area, the terrace was the perfect space to host parties for a bunch of young adults whose highlight of the week is to get drunk and high.

"Jesus, did your place get bigger?" He whistles as he walks up to an energetic Connie and yourself, who already drank half of a seltzer.

"Har, har, har. Can you grab whatever that is? It's for Connie's performance and he needs it close to the stage." You crack your knuckles out of habit.

It was currently 7:45, meaning there were 15 minutes left until the party started. It may be assumed that no one ever really shows up to a party at the exact start time but parties thrown by your cast members tend to be excluded. If you were to glance outside the window, you would see a huge line that wraps around two blocks. And obviously, as the night progressed, more people would show up.

"I wonder if Levi, Hange and all the old people will show up?" Sasha suddenly spawned behind you, causing you to jump. She was munching on a slice of pizza while holding a red solo cup. You wrap an arm around her and sigh. "Fuck, you scared me, Sash. But I think they're coming later. They have some fancy event they're all going to.

As the anticipation builds for the upcoming party, you begin to observe the setup you and your friends worked so hard to accomplish.

Dimmed ambient lighting, accentuated by flashing, bright lights and spotlights shines over various areas of the room, creating a scene that could only be described as a scene from Euphoria. The music playlist, carefully curated to match the event's vibe, subtly fills the air, acting as the calm before the storm concerning the festivities that were to come.

At the bar, a well-appointed alcohol station beckons with an array of alcoholic beverages. Shimmering glasses, neatly arranged, await their turn to be filled with a variety of concoctions. The bar is even stationed with two mixologists in case guests don't want to make their own drinks! You watched as Eren sneakily took a shot of Hennesy before shaking his head rapidly with his eyes and nose scratched up.

In the kitchen, a buffet table showcases an enticing spread of appetizers and snacks. From cake to pizza to chicken wings, the culinary offerings set the stage for a night of the munchies. The aroma wafting from the food station adds an extra layer of anticipation. Mainly for Sasha.

A focal point of the setup was the entertainment area. Whether it's the dance floor, a stage for Connie's performances, or a professional DJ ready to fill the space with upbeat music, this area promised to be the heartbeat of the celebration. You even got a photo booth and a karaoke machine that's hooked up to the TV in your other living room.

"You look so good, mami. I forgot to tell you." Sasha says as she slaps your ass. You chuckle as you smooth out your sweatpants. Your 'party' outfit consisted of designer half-black-half-white sweatpants (the only reason you would ever wear sweatpants to a party is if they were 400 dollars), a fitted black cropped cami and a pair of Jordan's. "I don't know, Sash. I feel like I underdressed. You're wearing that cute skirt and Mikasa and Historia were wearing dresses. I feel like I look like those girls who say 'I'm not like other girls' or some stupid shit." You sulk.

"Girl look at Ymir and Annie. Ymir is wearing skinny jeans that make her look like Sojiua Boy and Annie is wearing the same jacket that she wears to sleep. I don't think anyone thinks your outfit is bad. Plus your makeup and hair make it ten times better."

"Yo, Y/n!" Reiner calls out. "It's 8. You ready to open the gates and let the hellhounds in?" You glance around your penthouse, making sure there were no details missing. Once you confirmed everything was set, you gesture to the DJ to turn the soft and ambient music up and into something more up-beat.

"Tell securtiy they can start sending people up once they've checked them."

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What time was it? 10? 11? You knew it hadn't been long since the party started but you could estimate at least 300 people were inside your penthouse that very moment. You recognized a few of your friends and cast mates, like Pieck, Hitch, Floch, and a few others, who came later but you knew the majority of the people were fans of the show.

You were currently at the bar, holding a bottle of Tito's, before downing one more shot and placing it back down onto the counter. You began to journey through the sea of people on the dance floor, people noticing you almost instantly cheering your name and moving out of your way. You make your way over to the "VIP section" a.k.a a little section that sat on the small balcony that overlooked the living room that could be accessed by a secret staircase. The security obviously recognized you and let you up the staircase.

Fitted with a few couches, you found a few of your friends chilling upstairs. You had Eren and Jean leaning slightly over the balcony to wave at fans, Floch who was blacked out on the biggest couch and Mikasa trying to light a preroll, except her lighter seemed to be faulty.

"I got you, Mika." You say as you sit down next to her and fish your lighter out of your pocket. With a subtle click, the flame emerged, casting a warm glow that contrasted the euphoric lighting that surrounded. The joint, lifted to her lips, met the flame with a hiss.

She inhaled deeply and then removed the joint from her lips before holding the bitter smoke deep in her lungs. She offered it to you as she exhaled, not before a few coughs left wracked her body.

"My little butterflyyy." Eren stretched out as he turned around to see you sitting down. He slightly stumbled over his feet as he shuffled over to the couch you and Mikasa were sitting on and threw himself onto your lap.

The sudden movement caused some of the roach of the joint to flake off and began to fall towards Eren's face. You quickly covered Eren's face with your hand just as it was about to land in his eyes and instead landed on your hand.

"Fuck." You hiss out as you blow smoke out and begin to shake your hand, hoping the cool sensation will ease the pain. Mikasa quickly snatched your hand and began to examine it. "Are you alright? How bad does it hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?" Mikasa's words were slightly slurred but you understood it perfectly. She snatched a water bottle off of the table next to her and poured the water onto your hand.

"It's alright, Mika. Happens all the time." You attempt to calm the anxious girl. Eren sits up slowly and looks at you with glossy and low eyes. "Did I hurt you?" He asks quietly, reminding you of how he acted as a child when he would get in trouble. You give him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, I promise." He hugs his knees to his chest and stares at you.

"Eren, I love you so much but I hope you know when you're high or crossed, you get extremely creepy." You chuckle lowly as you unravel his current position. He tilts his head to the side, causing his bun to flop a little. "Wha' you mean?"

"Your eyes get all beady and you stare at me like Chucky." He lays his head down in your lap and shrugs, then proceeds to mumble something. "What was that?" You give him a quizzical look.

"N'thing." He pouts.

Jean finally turned around and waved at the three of you. "Guys! Connie's about to perform! We need to get down there!" Jean announces loudly over the music. You ushered Eren out of your lap and the four of you leave the balcony and go downstairs to what can only be described as the pit.

Connie is standing on the stage with a mic in one hand and of course, a fat blunt in the other. He ushers the crowd to be quiet and surprisingly, the once wild and rowdy crowd became almost like law-abiding citizens.

The four of you join up with Armin, Sasha, Annie, Ymir and Historia in front of the stage as you await Connie to speak more. He clears his throat, takes one more hit of his blunt and lifts the mic up again.

"As y'all may know," he starts off, his speech somehow intact, "I'm Connie mothafuckin' Springer! And I've been working on 'sum I hope y'all enjoy." He pauses as he lazily searches through the sea of people before spotting you and the group right in front of him.

"And I gotta give a quick shoutout to my day ones right here!" He yells into the mic, causing the crowd to clap and cheer. "I'm way too drunk for this," Jean mutters in your ear.

Connie had said something again but you missed what he said. It must've been something about starting the music because all of a sudden, the DJ began blasting a beat through the speakers and Connie began jumping around the stage and rapping into the mic.

"Why does he lowkey look like Central Cee?" Ymir chortles.

"I swear, if one of my windows break because of the bass, I'm gonna lose it."

//// THis is long overdue and I wrote this half-asleep, with five shots of Henny in, and high as balls while at an NYE party so I'll check this in the morning to make sure it is grammatically correct or smth. Anywho lemme know what you wanna see next and ILY GUYS SM HAPPY NEW YEARS///

#aot x reader #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan season 4 #eren jaeger x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #mikasa x reader #shingeki no kyoujin imagine

[entiish]

    𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜  𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢                            . . .  𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚜 & 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜

made, as best as possible, gender neutral, taken from ‘the dark pictures anthology: man of medan’ — an interactive survival-horror video game, set on a ship but i have altered it to be location-neutral as best i can.     others from the anthology found here.

“ you think i wanted to hurt anybody? i didn't get a choice in this, did i? ”

“ you know it's not polite to ask one about their money?”

“ not a sole survivor!  haha, you weren't trying to do that, were you? ”

“ you didn't fucking see that!? ... right. no. of course you didn't. ”

“ we can't just sit around. we need a plan.”

“ have mercy... no... listen to me, no, don't do this... ”

“ you're all in this together! this is a trap and you set us up! ”

“ what the hell was wrong with you back there? ”

“ to descend into the unknown alone is extremely brave, or extremely foolish. perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. ”

“ this whole place is a floating deathtrap. ”

“ i mean it's - something is fucking with me. it’s fucking with me, man. it's just - it's just fucking with me. ”

“ anyway, look to the future, i say. ”

“ that! it-it w-was... didn't you see it? okay, so i’m seeing things, but you're not... ”

“ i’m the captain now! ”

“ stories of love and hate... greed and beauty... life... and death. stories such as this one. ”

“ alright! come out! show yourself! ”

“ this fuckin' place is cursed.”

“ but you shouldn't fear death. it is after all... inevitable. ”

“ there are always repercussions. ”

“ argh! no. no! i'm not hearing this. I'm not hearing this! ”

“ don’t fight it... it’ll only hurt more if you do. ”

“ you teeter on the edge of an abyss. ”

“ people drown in these waters and you have to respect their resting place. ”

“ i just keep going over it and over it... and it doesn't make any sense, y'know? it just... and i know what i saw...  i just don't believe in whatever it was i that i saw. ”

“ you’re responsible for what happens, you’re culpable. ”

“ i guess you could say i lived my greatest nightmare. ”

“ you can go fuck yourself, you piece of shit! ”

“ what the fuck is going on with this place? because i gotta be honest it feels like there's some, like... like, evil, like literal evil going on down there. ”

“uh... you are not always going to be there to protect me, big guy. i can handle this, trust me. ”

“ i saw [NAME], and it wasn't [NAME], it was... someone else. but they looked just like [NAME]. ”

“ let's just stay calm, and relatively sane about this, okay? ”

“ you know what i like to hear? nothing. that's right. nada. complete fucking silence. get it? ”

“ we'll have the opportunity to account for all the actions that you've taken... or whatever mess you've made. ”

#sam: dark pictures #rp ask meme #ask meme #rp asks #horror ask meme #by skye*

[battle-subway-ghost]

H-hey ..do you have any advice for someone who plans to uhm...live on thire own ...I uh ..just figured your most experienced with what I have in mind. ..

Ugh i should not be answering this so early in the morning I feel like straight shit but this is important.

First off don't follow along with anything I do. Just don't I am a fucking Walking Bad Example LMFAO.

Anyways don't try to buy a house right away, go for renting, probably apartments. If you dont have a lot of money or a way to make money go for cheaper options too. Place sucks shit? Better reason to get outta there faster.

Really just work on getting used to being alone. Also don't go on a Pokemon journey or gym challenge. It gets you away from home but that's it. Past that it's a horrible fucking idea. Use it as a lie if you gotta at MOST.

Uhhh. I'm absolutely not the guy to tell you about budgets or food or responsibilities. Look that shit up from someone else I'm barely learning at 23 lol. Im sure plenty of other people have better advice, y'know?

#asks #Anonymous #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokeblogging

[buckgasms]

Cry to Me

This came from beautiful @volklana and my desperate need to live a Dirty Dancing fantasy. Also this is hopefully just different enough that I won't get sued 🤣 Enjoy!!

Warnings - Dirty Dancing, first time sex, reader gets a slap and Bucky steps in 🫶🏻

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"You need to relax"

Bucky whispered in your ear as he swayed his hips against yours, hands gripping your waist as you both danced to the music.

It was easy for him to say. It wasn't often you found yourself ass to crotch with a gorgeous dance instructor who made your body do things you'd never known it could.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, loosening your muscles and pressing into him, making him hum with approval. His arms wrapped around yours before spinning you away from his body, then pulling you back until you were face to face. You were panting despite barely moving and Bucky grinned before letting go of your hands and moving over to the record player. "You're coming along nicely" he said as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the dance studio. Although you felt embarrassed in his arms, you hated being out of them.

"Uh thanks" you muttered after a moment and made a move to gather your belongings. "See you tomorrow" you said before hurrying out of the door, missing Bucky's grin and wave as you did.

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You hadn't expected much from your summer vacation. You might have hoped for romance but you certainly didn't bet any money on it. But all that changed on your second week.

You had seen there were private dance classes and begged your father to pay for lessons, as you had loved dancing since you were little. He had finally relented seeing how gloomy you became and agreed to pay for three lessons a week for six weeks.

Your shock was evident when you arrived for your class and saw nothing less than a god waiting for you. All the confidence you had fizzled away when he touched you, and despite your natural skill, he made you feel like Bambi learning to walk most of the time.

Today he sat back and watched you practice by yourself, which allowed you to demonstrate some of your skill and he seemed genuinely impressed. "Nice work doll, I knew there was a dancer in there somewhere..." You gave a smile as he readjusted your posture and allowed you to continue.

You watched him in the mirror and blushed when you realised he was looking at your ass. It was a bit of a heady rush knowing this hot guy was checking you out. When the music scratched to a halt you came out of position and huffed at him.

"Y'know, it seems a bit pointless learning all these moves and not being able to actually dance anywhere. Can't really pull these moves with the geriatrics" you posed and took a sip of water while he eyed you up. He approached you with his usual confident swagger and peered down at you. "I know somewhere you can test out your moves, but you can't go running to Daddy, ok Doll? Gotta keep it a secret."

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It was 9pm and you were waiting on the little bridge where Bucky had told you to wait. You'd told your parents that you'd made some friends with a group of girls and would be spending some time with them. Your father was pleased as it meant he could keep playing cards all night long and your mother barely protested, knowing you would be out of her hair for the night.

Finally Bucky arrived and took your hand, you scolded him for keeping you waiting but he just chuckled and ran up the stairs towards a large cabin behind the main group of buildings. You could already see the dim lights and hear the modern music that Bucky had been playing for you during your classes.

Your stomach flipped and you squeezed Bucky's hand as you reached the door. As he pushed it open you gawped at what you saw. Couples dancing in a sweaty, noisy room, body's pressed against each other, writhing and thrusting with skirts being flipped, girls being spun around and so much skin on show your actually blushed.

"Not scared are ya?" He muttered in your ear, amusement dancing over his tone. You shook your head and allowed him to pull you into the mix. People whooped and cheered as he arrived, the clear golden boy, but they looked a little confused to see you. Guests weren't welcome in the staff area, but because you were with Bucky, you must be alright.

He suddenly dropped your hand as the music started and began twirling different girls around. Put out, you weaved away from him, finding yourself pulled into someone else's arms. You tried to relax and go with it, the guy seemingly impressed by your skills. The next few dances you spent with random guys, casually glancing over at Bucky who seemed similarly busy yet distracted by you.

Finally, a new song started, and he pulled you close to him, away from the other guys. "Come on then Doll, let's see what you've got..."

You felt a surge of energy. Perhaps it was the lusty dancers around you, or the way he was swaying towards you, but you wanted him. And you wanted to show him you were every bit as good as you knew you were.

You took his hand and allowed him to pull you forward, but instead of your usual fumbling, you eased into the dance swayed with him. Your hands roamed his body and your hips moved in time with his. Your heart thudded when you saw the shock on his face as you grinded against him, your confidence building as his hands pulled you closer.

"Damn you been holding out on me Dollface" he panted as he spun you around, marveling at your perfect technique and posture. You smiled and pressed yourself back up against him, gripping his shirt and brushed your nose against his. "Maybe I've finally learned to relax?" You whispered, faux innocence on your face as you pressed against him.

The music stalled and people cheered, including a few who had seen your little exchange. The music then started up again and you swayed with him, unable to leave his arms. It felt so much more natural here, like you belonged together. You swirled a little too far away and as soon as you left him, another girl was grabbing him and wrapping herself around his body, even though he was still watching you.

You moved away to grab and drink and sipped in annoyance as he started dipping her down, their hips connected as she sank backwards before snapping upwards and writhing with him. Despite him being your dance instructor, you felt furiously territorial as she smoothed her hands over him. But it was to be expected you supposed. You were a guest at the resort, you weren't supposed to even be here. So maybe you could chill? Or maybe she could twist her ankle and leave Bucky alone...

As you stewed you felt an arm curl around your waist. You snapped you head round to lock eyes with a handsome man who had his shirt half open and reeked of cologne. "Hey gorgeous... Wanna dance?" You flicked your eyes back to Bucky who was watching like a hawk. You grabbed the strangers hand and dragged him forward.

He had a lot of the same moves, but there was no chemistry. You kept looking at Bucky rather than him. You ignored his questions and when his hands roamed too far you swatted him away. Finally he gripped your chin and made you look at him. "Hey, stop fucking ignoring me little bitch... You think Bucky's interested in you? He only brought you here to show what a stupid slut you are."

His cruel words cut you so harshly that you gasped. All the confidence you felt dropped out of your stomach and crashed around your feet. You tried to pull your hand away from his but he gripped you tighter. "Get off me you pig" you shook and he chuckled. You fought him in the middle of the dancefloor until he landed a slap on your cheek which shocked some of the couple's nearby and brought the music to a halt.

In silence Bucky stalked over to your dance partner, pulling you to stand behind him. "Did you just slap her?" He seethed and the guy squared up to Bucky. "Yeah? So what? She's just some little brat who sleezed her way up here. What's the big fucking deal?"

His question was answered by Bucky's fist landing under his chin, sending him flying backwards and landing in a heap on the floor.

You were shaking when he turned and cupped your face in his warm hands. "It's ok Doll, everything is ok..." You held onto his arms and nodded, but he saw your panicked face and looked around. "You wanna get out of here sweetheart?" You nodded and let him lead you out of the cabin and into the fresh air.

The cool evening breeze brought you back to reality, the sting on your cheek and the concerned look on Bucky's face making you feel dizzy. "I... I can't go back to my parents with a swollen cheek... Is there somewhere we can go?" Bucky scowled for a moment, then nodded and lead you away from the party.

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You followed Bucky into his private cabin, and looked at everything you could see. Clothes strewn about the place, records littered by the player and a big, unmade bed.

"Sorry about the mess" he muttered, picking up the clothes and chucking them from one pile to another. You smiled and took a seat, suddenly feeling nervous. He sat down next to you and pressed his palm against your cheek. "I'm so sorry that happened Doll...it's all my fault." You held his hand in place and smiled. "Hey, no it's not, you stood up for me... No one has ever done something like that for me. My parents just throw money at whatever comes up, they don't actually care how I feel or what I want. Tonight.... You really came through for me.... Thank you." You smiled and he blushed, clearly not expecting you to be so earnest or fragile. You grinned at him, "however, if you hadn't abandoned our dance, I never would have had to meet that jerk. Sooooo, maybe you dance with me now and we'll call it quits?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You wanna dance? Here?" You stood up and held out your hand. "Yes...and I want your best moves..." He flicked a record on and stood up to meet you, towering over you as you both quietly huffed. The electric energy pulsing through you both.

You glided your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders and his gripped your ass as you started to sway. You let him dip you down low, your fingers brushing at his exposed chest as you rose and fell. He lifted you to rest on his hip and ground his hips, creating a delicious friction. You accidentally moaned a little and he smiled pulling you so your lips were inches away from his. You pushed at his shirt and he let you take it off. You moved around him, touching as much as you could before coming back into his arms. Wrapping his arms around you he gripped your dress and lifted it, exposing your soft skin to him. Leaning down he pressed his lips to your neck and chest as your fingers threaded through his hair.

"Been driving me wild Doll" he growled as his lips moved to meet yours. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, his hands were everywhere and you clung to him as he still managed to sway you to and fro while he kissed you.

Eventually he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and he carried you to his bed, trapping your body underneath his. "God you're so beautiful" he murmured, and you felt your face heat up as he stared at you. You felt him pull your underwear down and press his hard cock, which hugly exceeded what you had imagined he was hiding in those tight jeans.

You gulped a little as he dragged his length through your folds, shaking at the thought of this being your first, but desperate for him to keep going. "Bucky..." You whispered and clung to his arms, "I.....I haven't...I'm not...." You stuttered and felt tears sting your eyes at the thought of him leaving you like this. "Don't worry Doll, let me take care of you, if it hurts I'll stop ok?" You took a deep breath and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you, his fingers slipping into your folds, rubbing gently at first, then harder and faster until you were moaning into his mouth. "So sensitive aren't you pretty girl? So perfect" he growled as you whined and came around his fingers. You shivered a little as he kissed you again, "ready baby?" He whispered and you nodded as.you clung to him.

He slid into you slowly, your walls gripping at his like a vice. It was sore and you winced a little as he pushed slowly further in. "Just relax" he smiled and you couldn't resist a laugh, before encouraging him to move.

Pain slowly turned to pleasure as his thick cock brushed against your sensitive walls, you cried out and pulled him back for more kisses. Your moans filled the room, alongside the sound of panting and the soft music from the player. "Bucky I'm...I'm gonna" he panted and he nodded. "I know baby, let go for me, show me how I make you feel."

With that the pressure built to its peak and you let out a wail as you came, fingers digging into his tanned, muscled back and he groaned in your ear as he came with you.

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You lay in his arms for the rest of the night, pressing kisses to each other, stroking skin and falling back into a steady rhythm of lovemaking that made you feel so content and safe with him. "Do you....do this alot?" You asked shyly, pressing your face into his chest. He chuckled a little and stroked your hair. "Not like this... Feels different with you..." He sounded serious and you peeked at him and he was looking at you with concern on his face. He shuffled up and pulled you close, pinching your chin between his fingers. "I don't know what's gonna happen... But this is something special.... I... I wanna take care of you." You smiled and stroked his hair and nodded leaning forward and kissing him. You didn't know what to say, it felt too good to be true but you loved the way he was looking at you and that was good enough for now.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #masterlist #dirty dancing au #bucky dirty dancing

[reunionatdawn]

My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 12: Raphael/Bernadetta)

Raphael: Mercenaries have no responsibilities, and no one else to worry about. But someone's gotta take care of my little sis, so that's out of the question. Serving as a knight in a noble house is more secure, and you don't have to worry about dying…unless there's a war. My sis has been through so much. I don't want her to have to worry about me.

Raphael chose a more difficult path in life for the sake of his little sister. After their parents died, he enrolled in the academy to become a knight to a noble house to earn money for her.

Raphael: Fighting alongside you and everyone else is a dream come true, Professor! And don't worry about my little sis. Right now she's back home helping out with the family business. I kinda figured I was gonna be stuck going back and taking over for her. But thanks to you and Claude, I get to work on my dream of becoming a proper knight!

Claude told him that a knight's main function was to fight and defend, but to Raphael, a proper knight was someone who was virtuous and always helped those in need. And his wish at the Goddess Tower was to become a proper knight. Taking over the inn was something he was always reluctant to do unless he had no choice.

Raphael: Sure, it's not my favorite thing in the world, but that was to keep my little sis fed. I had good reason for it. Byleth: It's the same for me. Raphael: The same, huh? I think I get what you mean. You do things you don't wanna do for the sake of everyone else. That's real noble of you, Professor. I guess I can't get in your way if you're doing it for the right reasons.

Nobody is nicer guy than Raphael. A big part of his character was that he did things he didn't want to do for the sake of others.

Raphael: And y'know? I'm totally OK not being a knight. Once this war is finally over and we're at peace again, I'm gonna take over the inn. So don't worry about me, OK? Follow your own dreams, Ignatz.

In Hopes, his Houses solo ending, and most of his paired endings, he doesn't achieve his dream of becoming a proper knight, because he gives up knighthood to manage his family's inn. In the paired endings where he does manage the inn, it helps his partner, but it wasn't what he wanted to do.

Raphael & Ignatz After returning to his hometown, Raphael served as a knight to the local lord while assisting his grandfather and sister in managing the inn they had opened as a side job. However, Maya, his sister, suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a note saying she wanted to become a painter. Raphael, resigning from his knighthood, managed the inn while waiting for his sister's return. Several years later, Maya returned, not as a painter, but as the wife of a painter. Introduced as her husband was Ignatz. At that time, he was nothing more than an unknown artist, but supported by Raphael, Maya, and his father and brother who recognized his talent, Ignatz continued to pursue his dream and eventually became a renowned painter representing Fódlan.

In his paired ending with Ignatz, he gives up his own dream so that Ignatz can live his dream with Maya. It's sweet of him to do so, but the ideal ending would be for both of them to achieve their dreams.

Ferdinand: Do you not realize that life is passing you by? Have you no desire to venture beyond this reclusive lifestyle? There is a whole world waiting for you out there.

It is important to note that Bernadetta is a Sagittarius. Fire signs are considered the most masculine signs. Sagittarius is bold, unapologetic and forward-thinking, and is known for its carefree nature. They are natural intellectuals and explorers. Bernie's hyper-anxious personality is completely unnatural for her. It is the result of sexist abuse to make her submissive, like a "good wife" should be. It's not who she really is.

Bernadetta: But wouldn't it be nice to spend some time alone with a nice guy in this lonely tower, cut off from all the rest of the world?

Bernie's wish at the Goddess Tower was to spend her life in solitude, something Byleth won't promise with her. But just before that, she said she wanted to be alone with a nice guy. So, she didn't really want to be alone. She shut herself away and let life pass her by, which all of her friends were concerned about. Her character arc was about overcoming her anxiety and her fear of befriending commoners, and also becoming more independent. Something which is extremely hard for her to do, based on her endings.

Bernadetta: I'm afraid to go home…afraid to see my parents…

In her solo ending, she becomes a hermit known as the "Bear of Varley". In her S-Support with Byleth, she is hiding away in her room again because she's afraid to go back home. In her ending with Byleth, she never overcomes her shyness (except in CF where she has to fight TWSITD). If she marries Ferdinand, she lives in his territory and stays home while he travels.

She does the same with Felix and becomes even more reclusive with him. If she marries Linhardt, she won't leave her room unless she has to give a lecture. In her ending with Caspar, he frequently counts her as one of his children. If she marries Seteth, she commits to life as a recluse. And she has to stay glued to Yuri's side.

Raphael: Really?! That would be great! We gotta get this war over with so you can have more time to cook! Bernadetta: You know, I'd actually like that.

Bernadetta bears the Crest of Indech, which is associated with Temperance. The Temperance card in Tarot is about the blending of opposites and the achieving of synthesis. It's about harmony, peace, and patience. As her complete opposite, Raphael was the one person who helped her the most. Bernadetta was the only female character who seemed to fall for Raphael at the end of their Support chain. The one "wifely" skill she enjoyed was cooking and Raphael's true passion was food. She was even excited for the war to end so she could cook for him whenever he wanted.

Bernadetta & Raphael Bernadetta succeeded the title of Countess Varley in place of her father but chose to seclude herself within her domain, never involving herself in national affairs. Raphael appeared on the scene, aiming to help Bernadetta engage with others. According to Bernadetta's memoirs, it was described as "a kind of public humiliation," yet whether this tough love worked or not, she began to interact with her subjects as their ruler, eventually becoming involved in central policies. Their grand wedding reportedly featured a bride uncharacteristically outgoing and a groom flexing his muscles as he circulated among guests.

This is the only ending (besides the one with Byleth in CF) where Bernie totally overcomes her shyness and actually becomes outgoing and assertive, like she would have been all along if not for her father's abuse. She's the exact opposite of a submissive wife and competently manages her territory.

And it's the only ending where Raphael achieves his dream and becomes a knight to a noble house (much safer than being a mercenary), while also helping someone in need. It's also one of the only endings where he finds love and gets married. He's certainly not the rich nobleman her father would have chosen, so we know that Bernie has developed the confidence to stand up to him.

#fe3h #fe3h meta #bernadetta von varley #raphael kirsten #raphadetta

[tinyboxxtink]

"Summer Of '87" {Chapter 10}

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Hey hi hello!

Sorry these are slow, to be honest with you I jumped into this story with no set plot, so I'm winging it. So if you'd like to see this go somewhere, suggestions are welcome! I know there's gotta be some kind of catastrophic vent, i just don't know what yet.

Also forewarning:

The NEXT chapter will be very MA. SO, y'know, get ready for that.

Chapter 9

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The next morning you woke up in Eddie’s arms. He had stripped down to his boxers due to the heat from your bodies,and his sweat stuck to your shoulder.

“Mmm, wake up baby,” you nudged him softly. “We gotta get downstairs before they start looking for us,” 

“Mmmmm, five more minutes,” he whined softly. 

“Alright, I’ll go fix us some coffee.” you chuckled as you changed into fresh clothes. 

Eddie turned to respond but saw you in your undergarments and let out a small gasp. 

“I’m up I’m up!” He sat up excitedly. 

“Oh lord,” you giggled while pulling your shirt on. “Tonight, baby. I promise,” 

“You’re so mean,” he pouted as there was a knock on the door.

“Eddie? Y/N?” Dustin’s voice called softly. “Please tell me you're dressed,” 

“See?!” you hissed as you tossed him his pants. “What would’ve happened if we were…y’know?!”

“No i don’t know because we haven’t done anything,” he teased as he stood up to go change in your bathroom. 

“You’re gonna get it later,” you threatened him with violence.

“Oh I hope so,” he grinned, taking it sexually. 

You flipped him a playful bird as he shut the door and you opened yours. 

“Hey!” you smiled brightly. “We’re good, just heading down actually!” 

“Cool,” Dustin sighed in relief. “Steve made breakfast,”

“He did what?!” you half laughed in disbelief as you both walked down the hall to the stairs. The smell of bacon began filling your nostrils as you headed down into the kitchen.

Steve was indeed flipping pancakes while Nancy was serving eggs and Jonathan poured the kids orange juice. All the kids sat at your huge dining room table; they all greeted you when you walked down. 

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind,” Steve gestured to his pan. “The kids were hungry, and you were so cool last night I wanted to make up for being a dick,” 

“Oh, you weren’t that bad,” you assured him as you took a seat at the bar. “But I appreciate the sentiment. I don’t think this kitchen has ever smelled this good,” 

“What?” he laughed. “You’re telling me mommy and daddy didn’t have a gourmet chef in here cooking you breakfast?”

“Steve,” Nancy nudged him. “You’re doing it again,” 

“My bad,” Steve made a face.

“It’s fine,” you waved your hand in dismissal. “And no, my parents wouldn’t ‘waste their money’ on something frivolous as a chef. Not when they had plenty of money to eat out,” 

“Wouldn’t that be more expensive than a…?” Robin started to ask. 

“I don’t bother trying to interpret my parent’s crazy, Robin,” you stopped her with a small, sad chuckle.

Eddie walked down soon after, causing greater greetings from the group. 

“Wow, Harrington,” Eddie walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re even more of a mom than I thought,” 

“Ha ha,”  Steve rolled his eyes. “And where have you been?”

“Nunya” Eddie stuck his tongue out. 

“Nice,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Hey!” he exclaimed. “That was a great comeback,” 

“Sure it was baby,” you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Baby?” Mike made a face. “So you guys are together?” he glanced at Dustin in protection. 

“I said it was okay,” Dustin assured him. “I think they’re cute,” 

“Oh like you and Suzie poo?” Erika asked while the others laughed. 

“Who is Suzie Poo?” You raised an eyebrow as you asked. 

“Dustin’s girlfriend,” Eddie grinned as Dustin turned red.

“A girlriend?!” you gasped. “Well, I think I’m gonna have to meet this girlfriend of yours,”

“Good luck,” he laughed. “She lives in Utah,” 

Utah?” you made a face. “Then how--?”

“Math camp,” Dustin answered before you finished. 

“Math camp?” you repeated, stifling a laugh.

Hey!” Dustin was even more offended. “Not even a day as my sister and you’re giving me shit?”

“Sister?” El asked, looking between you two. “She is your sister?” 

“Yeah, don’t you remember?” 

“But you said she is a lying sk--” 

“NO,” Mike slapped a hand over her mouth. “No, no we didn’t,” 

“Uh huh,” you crossed your arms. 

“Okay maybe we did, but we were only saying it for Dustin,”

“Riiiight,” you nodded, more than a little hurt.

“I’m sorry,” El said apologetically. “I do not like being cruel to people. Friends don’t lie,” 

“Uh…okay,” you nodded awkwardly, not really understanding her but took the apology. 

“ANYWAY,” Dustin spoke over the two of you. “We’re all friends now! And Y/N is my sister, so everyone’s happy. Right?” 

“Hell yeah!” Lucas smiled. “Now we can use the pool anytime!” 

“Anytime we ASK, Lucas.” Max corrected him. 

“Right,” Lucas mumbled while digging into his food that was now served.

“Well I can use it whenever I want,” Dustin beamed. 

“And if Dustin wants to have you guys over, just make sure you have an adult with you.” You informed them while getting coffee. 

“Adult?” WIll laughed. “Do you qualify any of our siblings to be ‘adults’?” 

“Hey I’m nobody’s sibling!” Steve protested. 

“Like it or not man, you’re their big brother.” Eddie slapped his back.

“More like babysitter,” Erika snickered.

“Alright, anyone over 18,” you clarified, trying to stop the arguing.

“So can we swim after breakfast?” El asked hopefully while wolfing down waffles.

“I mean, sure,” you shrugged while glancing at the “Adults”. “As long as your parents aren’t concerned…”

“Dude they LITERALLY never check on us,” Dustin laughed.

“He’s right,” Mike agreed. “We broke into a crazy science lab and helped El save the world without them even asking a question.”

“Wow,” you half laughed. “And I thought my parents were absent,” 

“So can we stay?” WIll smiled. You were amazed at how cheerful his demeanor was after all the shit that he went through.

“Sure,” you nodded as you finished your coffee. “I’ll just change into my suit,”

“Well, I need to go home and shower, I’ve got grown up things to do today,” Nancy shook her head as she looked for her purse.

“Grown up things?” you giggled. “It’s summer!” 

“I have a job, thank you.” Nancy acted more than offended. 

“She’s the editor at the Hawkins Gazette” Jonathan clarified. 

“Oh, sorry. That must be so esteemed,” you tried not rolling your eyes. 

“Whatever, we’ll see you later I’m sure,” Nancy rolled her own eyes as her and Jonathan walked out and to the door. 

“She’s a delight, really,” you chuckled as you refilled your coffee cup. 

“She just takes some getting used to,” Steve laughed himself. “Trust me, took me months to get her to go out with me,” 

“Yeah, I still don’t know how you put up with her,” you shook your head as the kids took off to the backyard. 

“Hey, Nancy is a badass,” Robin suddenly spoke up after entering the kitchen last.

“Where have you been, slacker?” Steve teased.

“I hate mornings,” she pouted as she went to get some coffee. 

“Well I should go see my uncle,” Eddie stretched out as he talked, revaealing a bit of his happy trail. You did your best not to blush.

“I didn’t see him last night, he’s probably worried,” he continued while taking your hands. “Unlike them my ‘parent’ actually gives a shit,” 

“Hey!” Robin hit him. “My mom’s concerned if I'm not home 10 minutes after my shift,” 

“Ouch,” you giggled. “I’d rather have a absent mom than an overbearing one,” 

“Tell me about it,” she sighed as she went to get dressed. “Twenty minutes dingus or I’m leaving without you!” 

“She means me,” Steve sighed as he put the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, I kinda got that,” you teased. “Esteemed career calling you too?” 

“Oh yeah,” he laughed sarcastically. “That video store would fall apart without me,” 

“Ooooh, Family Video?” your eyes lit up. “We should go rent a movie later!” 

“Please don’t,” Steve begged. “Munson likes to show up and fuck with me,” 

“It’s so easy, Harringto,” he chuckled. “I can’t help it,”

“Yeah yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes as he gathered his stuff. Soon Robin came down dressed as well, and they headed out.

“Well would ya look at that?” Eddie smirked while moving his mouth to your neck from behind you. “House all to ourselves,” 

“Eddie, the kids are outside,” You moaned softly. 

“Babe they’re almost taller than I am, I think they’ll be okay for a bit,”

“A bit?” you looked at him quizzically. “And how long is a bit?” 

“Long enough for us to take a shower…together,” he winked, making your face turn beet red. 

“Mmmm, that does sound tempting,” you sighed. 

“I promise to be quick,” his eyes flickered with mischief. 

“Not too quick though,” you stuck your tongue out as he raced you up the stairs. 

The kids would be fine for a bit, right?

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Ruggie Bucchi Guest Room Lines

Tap

Hey, c'mon, don't space out! If you got nothing to do, then you can help out with my side jobs.

It'd be greaaaat if you'd build a fishing pond here. Then I'd swing by every day.

When's the tea and snacks comin'? I'm a guest, y'know!

Trouble

C'mon, I totally was gonna end it at just the right moment～

I woulda been fine if we kept goin' for a little longer, though?

Idle

Normal idle lines:

Shishishi～

I wonder what I should eat today.

Uhhh, when does my part-time job start again...?

Additional lines when their favored theme points are higher than other themes:

Good: Ohh, this is neat～! I totally want it in my room too～

Great: I don't know much 'bout furniture, but I do got an eye for quality.

Excellent: If I could make furniture like this, I bet I could make a living off it!

Additional lines when their dorm points are higher than other dorms:

Good: It's so similar to Savanaclaw... It actually kinda boggles my mind to think about it.

Great: Elegant and classy rooms are pretty nice, but it's really these kindsa rooms that really makes me feel at home.

When Invited

Normal invitation line:

Hellooo～ I'm here to pick up your junk～ ...Just kidding.

Additional lines when their favored theme points are higher than other themes:

Good: You're so dedicated. I think this place's pretty fancy already.

Great: Ooh, you got a buncha pretty neat furniture here. They're all so colorful, I feel so energized just lookin' at 'em. Not bad.

Excellent: Maaan, this is a nice room～ I wanna copy it, but it'd cost so much money, y'know? But wait, you made every thing here, right? That's so cool～ Hey, you gotta teach me how to make some of these furnitures sometime. I bet I could make a fortune!

Additional lines when their dorm points are higher than other dorms:

Good: Ooh, this room kinda reminds me of Savanaclaw.

Great: Lookin' around this room kinda reminds me of my own dorm. If you like Savanaclaw so much, you should come hang out sometime. I can vouch for you there, for a fair price!

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