#SEBASTIAN WITH THAT EYELINER! YES!

[twinklelittlesky5]

I FINALLY FINISHED IT

THE CONTENT YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!

SEBASTIAN AND HALEYYYYY WOOOO YEAH

I honestly have been off and on this piece for like 4 days and I FINALLY FINISHED IT WOOOOO

This is the first time I’ve shaded a piece of mine in awhile :DD I don’t think it came out that badly!

#my art ! #art #digital aritst #sdv haley #sdv sebastian #stardew shipping #stardew valley #haley x sebastian #stardew haley #stardew sebastian #sdv #:DD #also yes Sebastian has eyeliner on :))

[stardewstardropthoughts]

I’m here again bc I’m down bad for these men (and 2 exceptional ladies): What would they get us as a wedding gift, and how they react to us coming up the aisle 🥹💖💖💖

God I am down astronomical for them so I get that lol, I’ve included links to what wedding rings I think they would give you 😌 I just did the bachelors in this one but if you want the bachelorettes lemme know!

What the bachelors give you for your wedding and how they react to you walking down the aisle

Harvey:

First off, he’s sweating

This is a lot of attention and he’s not use to it

He got you something meaningful as a gift, something to symbolize what you mean to him

It’s a beautiful hand made photo album with all the pictures you’ve ever taken together in it, and a few he’s taken when you weren’t paying attention

Under each picture is a brief description and the reasons he loves the photos and you

Very worries you’ll think it’s cheesy or dumb but you love it and him

The moment he sees you walking up the aisle towards him?

He’s trying not to sob, he thinks you look absolutely ethereal

Could hardly stop complimenting you enough for mayor Lewis to get the ceremony started

This is the wedding ring:

Sam:

He’s so excited, he’s been pacing all day

His mom and his friends could barely keep him calm lol

He got you one of those eternal roses that are in like the jars of liquid to preserve them

It’s not much but you love it none the less, it’s a super sweet gift

When you start walking down the aisle?

Tears, doesn’t even bother to hide it he just loves you so much, and to see you walking toward him ready to spend the rest of your life with him? He’s crying

Gives you a forehead kiss before mayor Lewis can start his speech

This is the ring he gets you:

Alex:

He’s trying to remain calm on his wedding day, trying to look very nonchalant

But he’s readjusted his tie and shirt like 25 times in the last ten minutes

He’s frazzled but he won’t show it

He got you a silver heart shaped locket with a picture of you on one side and him on the other side

Your wearing it currently with your wedding outfit

When he sees you walking down the aisle any anxiety he had has gone out the window

He thinks your the most elegant person out there and he can’t believe he’s so lucky to have you

This is your wedding ring:

Shane:

He’s so nervous and it shows, he’s sweating, he threw up this morning

His anxiety is off the charts

He got you a dainty bracelet with little emeralds embedded in it since you once told him those were your favorite gemstone

When he sees you walking up the aisle he’s so much calmer

It’s amazing how just the sight of you can help his nerves settle

Thinks you look absolutely amazing, he still can hardly believe that you want to marry him

This is the wedding ring:

https://mollyjewelryus.com/shop/kite-cut-lab-emerald-engagement-ring-solid-rose-gold-2/?gclid=CjwKCAiAr4GgBhBFEiwAgwORrRCFJ6df2CMqs7EB8KVAaZhuZT6AQVATBAl-CGhiBUY2nsfi9ojYIRoCNkcQAvD_BwE

Sebastian:

He’s pretty calm day of, he is however enjoying watching his mom run all over the place fretting

Has to tell her to calm down a few times

He got you a dainty little necklace with a labradorite crystal on it in the shape of a star

When he sees you walking down the aisle towards him is when he starts sweating

He thinks your the most perfect person on the face of this earth and he isn’t sure how he managed to bag a baddie like you

Can’t stop smiling for the life of him

Just adores you, tears on his waterline but not falling cause that would ruin his eyeliner

Yes he wears eyeliner

This is the ring:

Elliott:

Oh god this man is so excited

He loves you with all his soul and he cannot wait to be married

He got you a very pretty pair of pearl earrings and a matching necklace to go with them

When he sees you walking down the aisle he has to physically stop himself from running down it to pick you up and kiss you

Thinks your absolute radiant, the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on

Could recite a whole sonnet for you on how much you mean to him

He’s sobbing though so you’ll have to wait for that

This is the ring:

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew alex #stardew shane

[evesburden]

Dueling Thoughts [Sebastian x Slytherin F!Reader]

A quick fic based off of the banter between Natty and Seb during your second visit to the crossed wands dueling event. Fluff, pining, and misplaced frustration. As a disclaimer, I did not proof read this and it’s 1 am.

“Ready for another round?” Sebastian asked the Gryffindor girl, shifting his weight back and forth, impatient for another fight. Truth be told, he needed a fair distraction and dueling was the best thing for just that.

As of late, Sebastian felt claustrophobically aware of you at near all hours of the day. If he wasn’t wondering where in the castle you were, he was fighting the inner neediness of look at me, look at me anytime you were in the same room.

It was absolutely maddening.

What did not help was the fact that you both shared a majority of classes together. And if you weren’t in class with him, you were in class with Ominis — which he would also hear about later. It would almost be tolerable if he could find solace in the common room, but no, it was yet another thing you both shared.

“I think so. We shall see who shows up.” Natsai commented wryly as she watched her new friend appear into the crossed wands domain, giving her a small but welcoming smile.

Sebastian followed Natty’s eyeline, turning his back before you could notice he had spotted you, his heart hammering in his chest. He made his voice a tad louder as he spoke to Natty, in hopes you may overhear, “There’s no one in this school I’d be afraid to duel.”

Natty gave out an amused but pitying chuckle, “I know Sebastian, I know.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked to his right, throwing a crooked smile your way.

He hoped you would opt for him as your dueling partner. And why shouldn’t you? He was the top tier duelist in Hogwarts. He had vouched for you to join their club, for Merlin’s sake. Sebastian had been sure to offer his services the first time you were down here, that you just had to call on him and he’d join your team.

Natty didn’t have to turn her gaze to know the Slytherin boy was passing glances at their mutual friend’s back. She had caught him watching you during charms class as well, how he always made sure to make conversation just loud enough for you to hear. How he only clapped and grinned during summoners court after you had taken your turn.

It was endearing. If she didn’t already know he would vehemently deny it, she would tell him as much.

“Are you dueling with a partner?”

“Yes, Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s heart hammered out of tune when you spoke his name, only realizing how sweaty his palms were when he gripped his wand to saunter to your side.

“Good luck!” Natty called after him, making his ears turned pink.

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The envy Sebastian felt watching you duel up close was enough to choke him. How was this so effortless for you? Dueling was meant to be his niche, the one thing he did better than anyone else at Hogwarts. Yet, here you were, making him feel like a second rate wizard. It wasn’t as if he wanted you to be bad, exactly. He just wanted…What did he want?

For you to be impressed by him.

Sebastian shoved that thought down as soon as it surfaced. That couldn’t be it, right? No, he was frustrated you were going to catch up to him. That’s all.

“If you write any harder, that parchment is going to be immortalized into this very desk.” Ominis chided in a hushed tone, careful not to garner the attention of the librarian.

Sebastian paused his swirling thoughts to look down at the violent indentations that his ink was pooling into. He was going to have to start all over on his homework now.

“Sorry.” He muttered, neatly folding the worn page to the side as he replaced it with a clean sheet.

“Is this about Anne?” Ominis asked, his tone flooding with concern.

Sebastian felt his muscles relax at the small comfort, “No, it’s not Anne. I’m just…It’s nothing.”

Ominis didn’t say anything in response, the silence feeling heavy with the unspoken question that they both knew would result in awkward conversation.

It’s the new fifth year, isn’t it?

Sebastian briskly gathered his books and parchment, a flurry of sounds, “I’m going to get some air.”

“Be careful,” If Ominis was privy to Sebastian’s turmoil, he didn’t let it show, “Curfew won’t be long.”

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Cold air caressed Sebastian’s burning cheeks, filling his lungs as he sucked in an annoyed breath, tipping his head back against the stone of the castle. He could make out the faint twinkling of stars from behind the billowing of clouds and evening fog. It reminded him of his home, and how he and Anne would stay up watching those same stars, talking well into morning.

How he wished she was here now. Maybe she could talk some sense into him. Make him see reason that despite everything, this new student was just a girl. A mere mortal. Nothing special.

Except he knew exactly what she would say, and it wasn’t any of those. She would have laughed at him, her eyes twinkling, ‘Don’t tell me you’re a coward, Sebastian.’

And he would deny it, of course he would.

‘I’m disappointed in you,’ She’d say with a mischievous tilt, ‘The brother that I know would have won her over.’

Hell, she probably would have walked right up to the new student and boldly declared that you were now friends. All the while knowing it would have driven him absolutely mad. Anne and Ominis would smile knowingly at one another, trapping him alone with some excuse on why the two of them had to leave at that exact moment — denying Sebastian the escape of going with them.

Anne would have nudged his ribs at that first charms class, making him beat Natty to the punch of being your partner. She would have schemed and plotted with the demeanor of a pixie, giggling all the way.

An owl flew overhead, its wings sounding thunderous in contrast to the stillness one only achieves after midnight.

Sebastian let out a humorless laugh, “Win her over, huh?”

He decided that night to write to Anne about the new student, contemplating his words on the entire walk back to their common room. He wondered if you would still be up, curled on the seat by the fireplace.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader

[roohuh]

Feelings Develop

Part 2 of the fifth year in the Obliviate Series

Ominis x MC

Summary: After being comforted by Ominis Mc starts to develop feelings for the boy

Warnings: slight angst

Ranting on about a tangent he feels particularly passionately about, Professor Ronan does not seem to even notice his class as he passes back and forth, hands crossed behind his back, lecturing away. Not hearing a single word being spoken you stare at Ominis across the classroom, who appears to be asleep at his desk. The longer you gaze the hotter your cheeks feel as images of him comforting you in Figs office gallivant through your mind.

“A certain someone caught your eye?” Natty teases in a hushed whisper bringing you back from the world of daydreams. You nod sheepishly and write on the corner of your paper sliding it into her eyeline “Ominis” she giggles and replies,

“That much is obvious.”

“Ah look at the time! Class dismissed!” Ronan claps his hands together. Slowly packing your books away you watch Ominis yawn and stretch while he waits for Sebastian to pack away his stack of books , none of them having a thing to do with charms. A strange panic sets in as Sebastian and Ominis make their way towards you. Books stashed, you turn grab Nattys arm retreating into the hall leaving the boys slightly confused.

“What was that about?” Your friend laughs at you. You sigh,

“Ominis hugged me the other day…”

“He what?” She bellows back. Quickening your pase so the boys can not catch up you hiss,

“Keep your voice down! He hugged me and now I don’t know how to act around him.” You can feel the heat in your cheeks and curse your inexperience in these areas.

“Did you enjoy the hug?” She pushes for information.

“Yes… and no… I was crying and he was trying to comfort me. Purely platonic but not whenever I look at him…” halting your retreat as you start to feel rather silly.

“Well, you can not avoid him forever.” Natty teases as Sebastian and Ominis round a corner.

“Who are we avoiding?” Sebastian calls. Cursing his timing you try to think of an excuse.

“You!” Natty laughs, pinching her nose “When was the last time you bathed?” Giving himself a sniff, Sebastian pulls a face.

“This morning! Do you really think I stink MC?” You shake your head trying to hide your embarrassment.

“No Natty was just provoking you.” Turning to leave Natty tries to encourage you,

“Well my friends I must go and meet with the nurse or my mother will have a fit. She insists on regular check ups after my encounter. MC you have more courage than all of us combined just face this head on.”

“Who is bothering you? Do you need us to back you up?” Ominis asks concern etched into his features.

“Nothing nefarious, just a miscommunication with someone.” You reassure him. Looking unconvinced, Ominis changes the topic.

“I need to practice my wiggenweld before tomorrow's exam. Care to join?” Before you can answer Sebastian buds in

“Let’s all go together!” Ominis looks displeased at his seemingly oblivious friends' intrusion but quickly aquesesses. Sebastian leads the way animatedly describing a duel between Leander and himself. Trying your best to listen you follow but you can not help but feel distracted as the scent of Ominis cologne hovers around you. Stopping in the common room, Sebastian asks you and Ominis to wait as grabs something from his room. You watch the chestnut head disappear into his dorm; you feel awkward about being alone with Ominis.

“Are you feeling any better?” Quietly Ominis breaks the silence. You hum and nod,

“It gets easier each day I think. Studying for my OWLs helps distract me. I have been so busy fighting the goblins and completing keeper trials I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“If you need any assistance studying let me know.” The warm offer causes your heart to flutter and you remind yourself it is just a friendly offer between classmates.

“MC… I have been meaning to ask you something.” He begins quietly taking a step towards you. Sebastian returns, interrupting Ominis. You can not be sure but you think you see a red tint to the blonde's cheeks but it is gone in an instant and he is caught up in nagging at his friend. Curiosity fills you as to the question he was asking, obviously unwilling to continue in the company of Sebastian.

“Are you wearing my cologne again?” Ominis snaps at his friend.

“Natty said I stink, I had to do something.” You laugh at his vanity shaking your head.

“Is that the reason you dragged us all the way down here? It was a joke!” He mutters something about “blasted Gryffindors” and heads in the direction of the potions classroom.

As you enter the classroom you spy Garreth scrubbing away at an enormous pile of cauldrons.

“Detention again?” You chide the boy.

“Some people don’t appreciate art.” Is his reply hand thrust to his heart. Sebastian laughs loudly mocking the redhead.

“You are too good for Slytherin MC. I swear the sorting hat said "Griffindor’.”

“You want to fight Weastly?” Sebastian snaps drawing his wand. You roll your eyes. Ominis takes your hand with a gloomy look on his face leading you to his potions station. The touch sends electric current through your body and you can feel your face turn a deep crimson.

“Is that who has been bothering you?” Ominis asks.

“No… I’m fine, I think that’s his idea of flirting.” You mumble trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach at your hand still held in his. Professor Sharp breaks up the fight before the two get started threatening Sebastian with more cauldrons in storage in need of a good scrubbing. Sallow storms over to where you and Ominis stand. He stares at your hand held in Ominis wordlessly, his expression determinedly sour. Quickly you withdraw your hand from Ominis who is reluctant to relinquish it. Your embarrassment and an awkward tension hanging in the air causes you to shift uncomfortably.

“These potions aren't going to brew themselves.” You laugh awkwardly reaching into your bag. Before you can begin to brew, Professor Sharp calls you over to his desk. The professor questions you about an assignment you had forgotten to turn in. As you converse you can hear Ominis and Sebastian engaged in a heated discussion behind you. The discussion escalates into shouting on the side of Senastian before he storms out of the room.

#ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis #harry potter hogwarts game #fanfic #ominis fluff #ominis x you #sebastian sallow

[dynamite-lazerbeam]

Would Eddie Munson like the songs on my playlist?

Except I have what many would consider questionable taste at best and believe that people, even metalheads, can like more than one music genre. No idea if this is a modern au or an everybody lives au or what because it’s a mess but I digress. 18 and Life - Skid Row Duh.  Loves Sebastian Bach-- maybe a little bit too much. 1985 - Bowling for Soup Yeah, the nostalgia train hit modern Munson hard with this one.  Not his style of music but loves the references. Alone - Heart Secretly.  Belts it out in the car. And So It Goes - Billy Joel Probably not a Joel fan, but he, like, gets it. As It Was - Harry Styles Though I think it’s possible that he would like some Styles songs, he’d think that this one is commercial music. Babooshka - Kate Bush Yes.  A resounding yes.  An unashamed, unabashed yes. The Best Things Happen While You’re Dancing - Danny Kaye Not really his style.  “Old people music.” Blackbird - The Beatles The first song he learned on guitar.  For sure a soft spot. Black Dog - Led Zeppelin Though not metal, Zepp was his first foray into “heavier” music. Blessings - Chance the Rapper Though I’m in the minority that thinks Eddie would develop a healthy appreciation for rap, Chance would not be one of those rappers. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen Yeah, Eddie loves Queen.  Argue with your mom.  Freddie is a hero of his and he loves Roger’s vocals as well. Brush Up Your Shakespeare - Kiss Me Kate No musicals.  God no. The Chain - Fleetwood Mac I honestly don’t think he’s given Fleetwood Mac much thought one way or another.  Like, it’s not really his style of music, but if someone were to say it was their favorite band he’d probably just be like, “Oh.  Cool!” Chateau (Feel Alright) - Djo Maybe as a high jam.  Maybe. Crazy Crazy Nights - KISS No.  Hates KISS.  Could get the same message from about 10 other, better songs. Dreams - Fleetwood Mac See number 13.  Maybe the soundtrack to an acid trip he had once. Don’t Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John and Kiki Dee Hates it, but definitely got pulled into a drunken karaoke rendition once (he was Kiki.  Steve was Elton). Drive My Car - The Beatles Meh.  He gets that they’re The Beatles and he respects that, but he’s not going out of his way to listen. Falling - Harry Styles No.  Respects the “I’m well aware I write too many songs about you” line, though. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen Once wrote an entire DnD one-shot where all of the characters and places were inspired by songs.  The Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy made his appearance as an NPC. Glory of Love - Peter Cetera Would strangle Peter Cetera with his bare hands if he could. Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Pat Benatar Definitely just me projecting, but I think Eddie loves powerful women voices.  Whether you read him as being attracted to women or not I think he just *clenches fist* loves women. Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue Yeah, dude loves Crue.  Wants to be Mick Mars, especially after injuries sustained in the Upside Down. Hopelessly Devoted to You - Olivia Newton John Go-to drunk karaoke song.  Will never hear him admit to being a Grease fan outside of this context, but is definitely a comfort movie of his (he is, obviously, more of a Rizzo fan than a Sandy fan, but he’s a drama queen before all else and nothing says drama more than “Hopelessly.”). I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts Please picture with me, if you will, a Corroded Coffin gig.  Eddie has just gotten into a fight with his significant other (a small one, probably a misunderstanding, but Eddie is dramatic and loves and opportunity to “suffer for his art”).  He knows they’ll be there.  They never miss a show.  So here comes Eddie, all eyeliner, leather, and angst, and they open with this.  Of course, immediately after the gig it’s “I’m sorry baby,” and “You were amazing up there,” and all is forgiven. I Know the End - Phoebe Bridgers I think every single Stranger Things character would find the parallels between their lives and this song to be too uncanny not to like this song. I’m in Love with My Car - Queen Uh, yeah.  Especially mechanic Eddie.  He’d tie his hair back and have this song blasting, singing along while he looks under the hood. Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin This song is pure feral energy, just like Eds. I Punched Keanu Reeves - Hello Peril While hilarious (iykyk), no.  He has an emotional attachment to Bill and Ted. Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry Yes.  Is actively upset that Back to the Future tried to erase Chuck Berry’s genius by implying a white kid gave him the idea for this song. Killer Queen - Queen Favorite Queen song by far. Let’s Hear It for the Boy - Deniece Williams Does not like a single song from it, but actually really enjoyed Footloose.  An oppressive small town, a guy who likes heavier music… so sue him, he identifies. Light My Love - Greta Van Fleet I love him, but Eddie would totally be a “Greta Van Fleet is a Led Zeppelin rip off” truther; man would listen to a single song and go off about authenticity and corporate bullshit before literally never giving them another chance again. Neighbors - J. Cole I genuinely think Eddie would be very stereotypically “I hate rap” for most of his teens and early twenties, but I think eventually he’d grow to appreciate any type of fight through music, especially protest songs, which this is. Norwegian Wood - The Beatles This is the perfect campfire song, and I think if you could convince Eddie to go acoustic for a weekend and go camping, this would be the first song he’d learn. Paranoid - Black Sabbath Eddie canonically likes Sabbath, so I would hope he likes one of their best singles.  Is definitely on every “Intro to Metal” mixtape he’s ever made for his friends. Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) - Kate Bush Pretty indifferent to it pre-Max.  Now has a mixtape of everyone’s favorite songs.  He carries it everywhere.  Also learned it on guitar and plays it at the hospital when and if his name is cleared and he’s allowed in. Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting) - Elton John “Token good Elton song,” according to him. Scarborough Fair/Canticle - Simon and Garfunkel Definitely something he would base a campaign off of. Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos As with every other DnD nerd, regardless of music preference, he fixates on it.  Is the source of at least half of his LoTR/Ren Faire/DnD fantasies (the softer, less badass ones he doesn’t talk about).  Refuses to believe it’s Jesus music. Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus Are you kidding?  This song is basically an autobiographical account of his life if/when he had a crush on anyone in a different friend group.

#stranger things #headcanons #music #playlist #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson headcanon #eddie #steddie #if you squint #eddie x reader #kinda #stranger things 4 #eddie munson playlist #eddie munson music #this is either going to get zero traction #or it's going to get me killed

[musette22]

Sebastian was truly brilliant in that short short. he was the best thing of it all. the camera work seems a little "poor" in the sense that, you can clearly see it was made by students, however, you have Sebastian there and he just makes it work. his facial expressions are out of this world. i swear he has one of the most expressive faces I've ever seen. and those sad eyes? please! also was it me or did he have fake slashes? 😅

oh man i loved all of it. when he was sleeping he looked absolutely beautiful!!! those lips!!! and hey 👀 I'm with you!!! he would absolutely make a pretty woman. i kinda dig to see him in real nice pretty make up. he would pull it out like no one else 😍

Wasn't he just?? I know the whole thing was cracky as hell, but Seb was SO GOOD. The air of absolute desolation and defeat he exuded, but with an undercurrent of barely restrained fury at life for kicking him when he's down. Seb absolutely nailed this part, even though as you say the short as a whole wasn't anything too remarkable (still well done though!) His face is super expressive (the sad eyes!!! The personification of 🥺) and he can really transform himself by changing his body language and posture, it's fascinating to see.

And YES, he was wearing fake lashes and lots of eyeliner and daaaammnnnn does it work for him 🥴 I was just thinking the same thing, that I'd love to see him in professional, full on make up sometime. Imagine how out of this worl pretty he'd look, considering how pretty he already looks when he's au naturel? 😍

#sebastian stan #the magic of passion #minnie answers

[amiscreations]

Seeing Skid Row in Concert 20/10/2022✨

This was my first ever rock concert and wow did it set the bar high! I saw them in Brighton with my sister, and the support bands were Collateral and Enuff Z’nuff. the venue was essentially a small nightclub, definitely not designed with bands like Skid Row in mind, but it just made it more intimate and a better vibe overall🥰 I can honestly say that this was one of the best nights on my life so far, and I'll try my best to recount the events. Pictures will be posted soon!

Even tho we got there about 90 mins before doors, we were still second in line and were let in after about 40 mins.

I was talking to a lady in the line as well who had seen the Stadium Tour, and basically every rock band you could think of.

like we would name drop and she would say “aw yes i’ve seen them they're great i’m friends with x members” I honestly love that for her she was so cool.

I was expecting to be waiting for a while so I didn't have my tickets ready and was panicking trying to find them lmao. I was right near the front of the line ofc so I was panicking and holding everyone up but it was fine in the end😂

after that fiasco that wast really a fiasco we went in and we were RIGHT FRONT AND FUCKIN CENTER YALL!

it wasn't long at all until Collateral, the first support act, came on and they were actually aMAZING??? 

They were all on the younger side so I love that they chose up and coming bands to support.

I also forgot how loud live music is let alone rock/metal music rip my ears and I could feel the bass in my fuckin bones

The lead singer of Collateral was the biGGEST HOE EVER I LOVE HIM SM

mans was pullin shapes and swishing his long af hair around I love that

at one point he got up onto the barrier and was singing right into this one woman’s soul, she was holding onto his hips and he was holding her face with one had uUHHH it was all very hoe-ish of him and I know that woman was absolutely living 

the guitarist also tried to crowd surf (I think?) but I think the security stopped him AKDJFKHJ so he was just kinda sitting on the barrier shredding on the guitar as you do ofc

anyways yeah Collateral were cool af and very early Skid Row esque you should check them out!

The next support act was Enuff Z’nuff and oh my god were they eccentric.

I've heard of the band before and i’ve listened to a few of their songs but I didn't know how cool they were live!

Chip, the lead singer and bassist, is just the epitome of seasoned glam rocker dude and he was so chaotic.

as in the band entered the stage to circus music (you know the one I mean) and I was like oH ok this is what we’re dealing with.

thy also played a glam metal version of Eleanor Rigby which was beautiful and unexpected.

one of the guitarists looked so much like Mike from the Young Ones as well, and the drummer was also v cute I think I might have a small crush on him-

but now its the time you've all been waiting for: SKID MF ROW ARE IN THE HOUSEEE

the last song the venue played before Skid Row went on was Crazy Train and everyone was losing their shit it was awesome 

just as they were coming onto the stage Scotti gave me The Eyes™ and I almost evaporated there and then. boi was also wearing sO much eyeliner it was beautiful.

btw incase you didn't know the new singer for Skid Row is a very dapper younger lad by the name of Erik Grönwall, lets just say he will be a very important character throughout the rest of this report.

before they went into the first song and the guitars were just kinda reverbing, Erik just stood right in fucking front of me and sTARED AT EVERONE WITH THE BIGGEST GRIN ON HIS FACE LFJKLDHFKD IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT YALL

they opened with Slave to the Grind and

wow

just wow

they sound iNCREDIBLE live and Erik has the most AMAZING VOICE OH MY FUCKIN JESUS 

(no we’re not going to compare them but just to put things into perspective, yes it was just like 80-90s Sebastian Bach)

Erik was also just aggressively head banging at every given opportunity  my neck hurt just watching him but you could tell the man was just having the time of his life up there

he is also just sO. FUCKING. CHARMING

YOU CANT NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN I JUST- UUUGHHH

It was also in this first song where the initial realisation sunk in that this is THE Skid Row

as in this is the same Scotti, Snake and Rachel that I watch in all those live performances and interviews and just random videos from the 80s and 90s, and who are probably besties with some of my other favourite musicians and-

Rachel also had a sparkly bass which was so beautiful I want 34 of my own

also no-one told he that Scotti Hill was slightly unhinged djkjfkgh

he would just sTARE at you with The Eyes™ while playing and it was very intimidating so I just stared back when he would do it to me

I guess not many people can say they've had a staring contest with Scotti Hill but here we are😪

They played In A Darkened Room and Psychotherapy which I did NOT expect but I very much appreciate as they are two of my faves

also during IADR Erik Took someones phone and recorded the crowd and the band, I wonder how it feels to have a video as iconic as that one on your phone?

The stage was also small af too so Erik would just stand right at the edge (towering tf over me I might add skskjhkfg) and would knock off all the wires there LMAO

the security had to keep picking them up idk I just thought that that was so funny

another cool thing about Erik that Rachel mentioned is that before Covid happened, Erik was a support act for Skid Row while they were touring, and now hE’S THE LEAD SINGER OF THE BAND HE WAS SUPPORTING THREE YEARS AGO???? AWWWW??? 

honestly the rest of the night was kind of a blur (in a good way!)

that was until they played I Remember You

it was all going fine and dandy when I randomly decided to reach out my hand

and the beautiful bastard that is Erik Grönwall

REACHED OUT AND HELD MY MF HAND WHILE SINGING RIGHT AT ME

our fingers were interlinked for only a few seconds (I actually dont remember how long it was my brain was freaking out) but within those few seconds I officially sold my soul to Erik

my main character moment 

a true core memory for sure

I did see a video someone took of the whole song but you couldn't see me and Erik h*lding h*nds in it lkdgfkldgh😭

he also took someones phone again and recorded everyone which was cool bc everyone had their phones lit up🥰

They closed with Youth Gone Wild which was just perfect because me and my sister were, for this entire concert, the mf youth gone wild🥰

earlier Rachel even said that x song was “from our first album, which was released before some of you guys were even born by the looks of things” and stared straight at me with That Smile Of His 

Scotti and Snake were also just jamming together and living their best lives while playing Youth Gone Wild it was beautiful🥰

also when Erik sang “a boss screaming in my ear...” he gestured at Rachel LMAOO

while they were playing the outro I got to high-five Erik once again and I also got to fist bump Rachel, Scotti and Rob 

and that was that!

I got a poster and also got to meet Chip there too! he was so cool!

just as we were leaving we also met Snake outside skjhgfsghjkf

he was honestly sO SWEET OH MY GOD

I was very very VERY awkward as i’ve never met anyone famous before and was definitely nOT expecting to meet him and I was also in a rush

we talked for a little bit and took a photo together

I got to hug him twice and that was honestly the cherry on top of a perfect night 

i’m having withdrawals already I miss them all sm😭

#thank you for coming to my concert report #hopefully I can make this a regular thing #because I now cRAVE to be at more concerts like this one #there's something about the smaller intimate venue that is just unmatched #lets just say the bar is vERY HIGH #anyways if you're in the UK and are thinking of seeing Skid Row fUCKIN DO IT #even if you dont really listen to them they are amazing #and you will fall head over heels in love with Erik its impossible not to #and hopefully they tour again next year too bc I will for sure be going again #concert log #concert report #live music #rock music #heavy metal #classic rock #glam metal #hair metal #Skid Row

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Of Favourite Flowers and Fascination

willsimpforanyone

Summary:

The cutie that works in the flower shop is gonna be the death of him...

Notes:

The characters featured belong to Yana Toboso and Kuroshitsuji

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Sebastian swore to all the demons in hell that if he didn't at least get that cute florist's number, he was going to die.

He sighed as he stared out the window, sat in one of the chairs usually reserved for customers. He had some time to spare before his next client, and luckily for him the cutie across the street was arranging a couple flower arrangements just outside the door to the flower shop.

Sebastian considered for a moment. Was it lucky that he had an easy view? Or was it torture, torture specifically designed for him, knowing that the likelihood of actually working up the courage to go across the street was slim to none? He ran a hand over his face, whining into his palm. "Ugh, he's so cute, why, fucking why does he have to be so cute-"

"Bas, I'm dead serious, if you don't go over there today I'm gonna shove you out the shop and lock you out until you do," came the exasperated voice of Sebastian's fellow tattoo artist, Agni. He hadn't even looked up from the tattoo he was doing, knowing exactly what Sebastian was doing. Sebastian shot a sour look at his friend, but Agni merely shrugged.

"There's no need to glare at me, I'm just saying," he grinned as he put the finishing touches on his client's tattoo. "Maybe if you were bodily forced across the street, I wouldn't have to put up with you and your heart eyes. It's getting ridiculous, you don't even know the guy's name."

Sebastian rolled his shoulders back as he stood off the chair and made to set up his chair for his next client. His muscles contorted slightly as he reached for the sketchpad that was on a higher shelf than necessary. "Focus on your own heart eyes," he teased, looking between Agni and his client, Soma. Agni immediately flushed red, and chucked a stray pencil at Sebastian, who caught it deftly mid-air.

The innocent Soma glanced between the two artists, confused, but Agni quickly distracted him with wiping off the excess ink of his new tattoo. Sebastian stifled an almost sinister chuckle, and took a seat on the sofa used for consultations. "Any idea who my next client is?"

Agni coughed lightly, still slightly blushing. "Uhh, I think his name is Ciel? He wants some kind of floral design, that's what he's coming in for." He double checked the time. "He should be here in about five minutes."

Sebastian nodded. Plenty of time to try look at the pretty guy across the street.

The pretty guy who was closing the door of the lovely little flower shop.

The pretty guy who... was making his was across the road, cute dark blue sweatshirt clutched about him nervously.

Sebastian's eyes widened, jaw dropping. "You have got to be kidding me."

Agni's eyes followed his friend's eyeline until he saw the blue haired fantasy Sebastian had been pining after for weeks. He clapped his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Good luck my man, you'll need it."

Sebastian feigned a bite at Agni's hands, who jerked them away just in time. He jerked upright out of his seat at the sound of the door opening and closing. Ciel (what a lovely name, Sebatian thought) made his way over to him.

"Good afternoon, I believe I made an appointment for a consultation and a possible tattoo session for today?" came the smooth voice that had Sebastian's heart working overtime. He managed to nod, and gestured to the opposite sofa as he sat back down.

He shook his head slightly, strands of pitch black hair falling into his face. "Uh, hi! Yes, sorry, um, Ciel, was it?"

Ciel nodded. "That's me."

"I'm Sebastian, I'm gonna be drawing and possibly tattooing you, if that's okay?"

Another nod. "Yes, I'm more than happy with that, Sebastian." Sebastian wasn't sure when his name had become so beautiful.

"...so, Ciel, can I just get you to fill out one of those forms there-" Sebastian gestured at the consent forms on the table between them. "-and we can get started."

He handed Ciel a pen, and waited a minute or so while the cutie from the flower shop (the cutie from the flower shop, sitting in his tattoo parlour, asking for a tattoo from him) obediently filled out his details on the paper. Ciel slipped the paper back over to Sebastian.

Sebastian scanned it quickly, noting the cutie's full name (Ciel Phantomhive, how unusual) and his age (21, thank fuck for that), and smiled at his new client. "Right, what tattoo were you thinking of getting?"

Ciel rolled up his sweater sleeves, leaning slightly forward eagerly. "Well, I wanted a flower tattoo, I thought it fitting as I work in a flower shop-" Sebastian nodded. "-and my favourite flowers have always been silver sterling roses, so I was thinking a few of them on my thigh?"

Sebastian was already looking up sterling silver roses. "Wow, they're beautiful." Ciel smiled slightly and Sebastian died a little inside. "I can definitely do that for you, as long as you like my art style...?"

Ciel quirked a delicate eyebrow. "Can you show me some of your drawings?"

Sebastian had a surge of confidence at the idea of showing off his art, and began unbuttoning the black shirt he was wearing. The light shade of pink on Ciel's face did not go unnoticed, and Sebastian had to use all his mental fortitude not to wink when the shirt fell away.

"Agni technically tattooed the ones on my upper arms, back and chest, but I've designed them all."

Sebastian's body was a patchwork of art, ink covering what seemed to be every square inch of pale skin. It was always hard for him to pick a favourite- secretly he adored the tiny cartoon kitten he had on his hip, but the one everyone seemed to like best was the tattoo of two black, feathered wings that arched across his back, beautiful and realistic. He still had the original drawing somewhere. It was definitely Agni's favourite tattoo, and often he'd drag Sebastian away from whatever he was doing, rip off his shirt and display his back to whoever wanted to see.

The little gasp that escaped Ciel when he saw the wings brought a delighted smirk from the owner of the artpiece, and when he turned back around it was hard to miss Ciel raking his eyes over Sebastian's shirtless form. "So, you think you want this?"

Ciel choked on air and coughed. "E-excuse me?"

"The art style, you think you want your tattoo to look like this?"

"...yes, absolutely, it looks... incredible, honestly."

Sebastian grinned, and tugged his shirt back on. He sat back down opposite Ciel and flipped open the sketchpad. It took a little while to get a drawing that Ciel was completely happy with, but Sebastian knew he'd found the one when he heard a sharp intake of breath and glanced up to see a hypnotised look in the other man's eyes.

When they'd settled on a design, he guided Ciel over to his chair, sat him down and applied the transfer paper, making sure he was getting it in the exact right spot. As he took hold of the tattoo gun, he caught Ciel's hand shaking as it ran through his hair.

Sebastian's reddish-brown eyes met Ciel's blues. "You good to go? You can always come back another time, there's no pressure to get this done today."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure, let's just do it."

Sebasitan smirked, and started the machine. "Yes, my lord."

After a few hours and a few breaks (Sebastian said it was for him, but he could see the colour draining from Ciel's face), there were sterling roses decorating a smooth expanse of flesh. Once he'd stepped back to properly look at it, Sebastian couldn't help but noticed that Ciel looked really, really attractive with a tattoo. His eyes followed him as Ciel walked over to a mirror to take a proper look at the work of art that had been painfully bestowed upon him, and followed him across the shop when Agni called him over to see the tattoo.

It took an audible prompt from his fellow artist to get him to actually get up and go to the counter so Ciel could pay for the tattoo, and he saw blue hair shake with barely heard laughter.

"Uh, yes, give me a moment to work out the price of everything..." Sebastian hummed over his maths for a second before handing Ciel a summary of the cost of the tattoo and consultation. The newly-tattooed Ciel handed over his card and it only took a couple of seconds for the transaction to complete.

Sebastian was wracking his brain. He couldn't think of any excuse for Ciel to stay longer, he couldn't just ask him out, could he? Would that be weird? It was only when he was walking through the steps of tattoo aftercare that he internally jumped for joy. He quickly scrawled down his number on the sheet that served as a care reminder and handed it to Ciel.

"I think that's everything- that's my number on the bottom there, in case you have any questions..." Sebastian took a deep breath. "...or, y'know, if you want to talk or something..."

Ciel smirked. "In case I want to talk? What on earth would I do that for?"

Sebastian visibly deflated. "...I don't know, but you have my number anyway I guess."

The two bid each other goodbye, and Ciel made his way back to the flower shop. Sebastian flopped on the sofa, arm thrown over his face, and groaned. "Fuck, Agni, why'd I go and do that, you and your stupid encouragement, you asshole-"

"Hey, I stand by my actions," Agni laughed. "I reckon he's gonna call you."

Almost as if by magic, Sebastian's phone began to vibrate. He shot up, and he and Agni stared at each other in shock. It took a good few seconds for him to realise that what you're supposed to do when your phone rings is answer it, and Sebastian wriggled his phone out his pocket to see an unknown number on his screen. Glancing once more at the overly-excited Agni, he swiped to answer the call.

"What's your favourite flower, then?" Ciel's voice crackled over the speaker.

"What? My favourite flower?"

"Yes, do you have one?"

Sebastian was up by the window looking into the florist's shop across the street, where he saw Ciel leaning against the door of his store.

"I honestly don't think I've ever thought about it before," Sebastian admitted. He could just about see Ciel smirk again, god he loved that smirk.

"Come over once you're closed, I have to know which flowers to bring you on our first date."

Notes:

First work on here, hi! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this little work, if you'd like to request anything then please do!

Bittersweet

imtoolazytothinkofausername

Summary:

Diedrich knows better than to trust Vincent, but when has that ever helped him before?

Notes:

I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any associated characters.

Work Text:

“Please, Vincent...” Diedrich begged, eyes wide as Vincent pulled away and broke the kiss.

Vincent gave him a soft smile. It wasn’t often he got to see his guard dog so open. Normally, Diedrich hid behind his irritability and bluster. “Please what, Dee?”

“Don’t do this if...I don’t want to be just another game to you...”

Vincent brought a hand up to cup the other’s cheek. He knew that if he said the wrong thing now, if he hurt Diedrich when he was so vulnerable, the other man would leave on the next train to Germany and not even the baron’s word of honor would help Vincent drag him back to England. “Shhh...you can trust me. Have I ever let you down before?”

This time Diedrich gave something between a shudder and a sob before melting into the kiss.

Tourniquet

Alyriia

Summary:

Grell has finally had enough of unrequited love and turns to self-harm to deal with the pain and self hatred inside. It seems like no one cares or even notices anything wrong, but someone does. Some one loves him and wants to help him. But will he let them in? Or will he spiral further and further into self-destruction?

Notes:

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or Whisper by Evanescence

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Catch me as I fall

Say you're here and it's all over now

Speaking to the atmosphere

No one's here and I fall into myself

This truth drives me

Into madness

I know I can stop the pain

If I will it all away

[Chorus:]

Don't turn away (Don't give in to the pain)

Don't try to hide (Though they're screaming your name)

Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind)

Don't turn out the light (Never sleep never die)

-Whisper by Evanescence

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Grell sat on the floor of his bedroom, tears pouring down his face, glaring at his reflection in the full length mirror resentfully. How he hated himself. He was so ugly. It was no wonder William didn’t love him, no wonder Sebastian couldn’t stand him. He was so pitiful it was disgusting. Grell looked down, and then up once more at his awful reflection. ‘I’m so gross,’ He thought to himself. ‘So disgusting. So… So…’

“Pitiful!” he whispered aloud.

The tears started flowing faster. He was so ashamed of himself. This was a side of himself he couldn’t stand to show. This was what he hid behind his happy façade, his true self, the real Grell. He was really just a broken, lonely child on the inside. He needed someone to love and to love him in return. He needed companionship.

But no one could love such an awful creature. Grell couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t stand to see the ugly face in the mirror. His hand was flying, before he even realized, it was clenched. The impact of his fist hitting something solid broke him out of his daze, and he stared at the broken mirror. He was so angry with himself he didn’t even notice the glass embedded in his hand until he flexed his fist. When he did realize it was there, he looked down at it in fascination. Pain filled his body and caught him off guard. The pain blocked out all of the bad feelings, the anger, the hurt, the resentment, and filled his body completely.

He sat there for a few seconds, until the high wore off and the bad feelings started to return. Grell was so tired of feeling awful, so tired of feeling at all. He pulled the glass out reveling in the pain that started throbbing in an offbeat rhythm with his heart. But he didn’t want the pain to stop this time; he didn’t want the feelings to come back again. So he took the shard of glass, rolled up his sleeve, and pushed it into his bare wrist. Grell hesitated for a second, and then moved the shard further up on his arm. He didn’t want to die, not yet at least; he just wanted to stop feeling. So he made the decision and pushed. His skin parted easily and blood started to flow almost immediately. It felt so good he moved it up half an inch further and repeated the action. He didn’t stop until his whole arm was covered in blood and there wasn’t a single patch of clear skin.

Grell sat back against his bed, exhausted, and closed his eyes. He opened them ten minutes later to see blood still pouring out of the cuts. He was a Shinigami, so his body replaced blood faster than a human, but he was still losing too much blood. He tried to stand and go to the bathroom to bandage his arm, but his head spun and his knees gave out. “J'ai vraiment merde cette fois,*” he whispered to himself before he collapsed back onto the floor, unconscious.

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Grell woke the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. It appeared he hadn’t had any nightmares or disturbing dreams, which was highly unusual. Usually he was up extremely late, and when he did manage to fall asleep, it was interrupted by horrible dreams. So to sleep uninterrupted was a rare treat. He wondered for a spilt second why he felt so good, but when he felt the dull pain throbbing in his arm, last night came rushing back.

Grell sat up so quick his head spun once again. He looked down at his arm and grimaced. His whole arm was covered in dried blood and there was a very large patch of semi-sticky blood surrounding his body and tangling his hair. Grell sighed as he stood up; leaning against the wall for a second as dizziness almost overcame him again, and headed for the bathroom to wash up. He turned the water in the shower on scalding and started to strip off his clothes. He had to carefully peel off the fabric of his shirt to avoid ripping the freshly formed scabs, as he didn’t want to start bleeding again.

Once he was completely naked he hopped in the shower and started to roughly scrub his body. When he made his way up to his arm he slowed the movement of the washcloth and carefully started to wipe away the dried blood off his arm. Once all the blood was gone, he finally got a good look at the cuts now lining his arm. They were all very deep and kind of jagged. There seemed to be a total of twenty eight cuts running up from his wrist to his inner elbow. Grell cursed quietly, how the hell was he supposed to hide these? They were very deep and it looked as if the slightest knock would reopen them. He couldn’t afford to have anyone notice bloodstains on his white dress shirt and it was too hot to wear his beautiful red coat everywhere.

But at the same time he couldn’t afford to miss work. He was at a standstill. Eventually he just decided to deal with it. After all, he did do it to himself. Grell finished his shower rather quickly and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He quickly pulled on his undergarments and pants first, but decided to wait on a shirt for now, to let the cuts air out. While he was getting his make-up out of the medicine cabinet his hand brushed a thick roll of sterile gauze. An idea flickered through his brain, and he grabbed the gauze before grabbing his makeup.

Grell didn’t really feel like himself that morning and his make-up choices reflected that. Instead of using thick, gaudy cover-up to cover the thin scar running down from below his right eye and angling slightly to curve around his jaw; that he got from a fight with Sebastian; he let it show. Gone were the stupid fake lashes and thick lines of bright red eyeliner, replaced by thin black lines to darken his eyelids and make his eyes look darker and exotic, and the thinnest brush of mascara to slightly elongate his lashes and make them a bit more noticeable. Instead of thick red lipstick, he just put the barest hint of lip-gloss on. Finally he brushed his hair back and placed it in a low ponytail at the back of his neck. After all the preparations were done he grabbed the gauze and went to sit on his bed.

Grell flinched as he looked at the cuts. They looked so bad, but he knew that now that he had started he wouldn’t be able to stop. He meticulously wrapped the gauze around his arm and secured it with a piece of surgical tape. Once that was done he slipped his shirt and arm belts on. He threw on his red coat on top of it all, even though he knew he would remove it by 10:00 A.M., and was finally ready for the day. Sparing a quick glance at the clock, Grell realized that, for the first time since the academy, he wasn’t going to be late. After quickly grabbing a razor sharp folding pocket knife and slipping in his pocket, just in case, he was out the door.

Chapter 2

Notes:

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kuroshitsuji or Tourniquet by Evanescence

Hello~. This is chapter two of Tourniquet, my very first fanfiction. Please tell me what you think.

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I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more (so much more)

I lay dying, and I'm pouring

Crimson regret and betrayal

I'm dying

Praying

Bleeding

And screaming

Am I too lost?

To be saved?

Am I too lost?

My god, my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

- Tourniquet by Evanescence

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Grell arrived at work an hour early, to the surprise of William, who was the only one there at this hour of the morning. Grell kept his head down as he walked passed his surprised boss to his office, not wanting him to see the changes and question him. He couldn’t deal with that now. He just needed to be alone and do his work. William stopped him before he could get too far away.

“Wait!” he called. Grell turned slowly, not wanting to see William’s face or let William see his.

“Yes?” he stood in front of William with his head down.

“What’s wrong with you today?” William asked, exasperated.

“Nothing to concern yourself with, love,” Grell replied, trying to put his mask back up. William looked pissed.

“It is my concern if it affects your work. I can’t have you slacking off more than you already do. You have an abundance of paper work on your desk that needs to be completed and I have no intention of working overtime for you,” William finished his rant and looked at Grell over the rim of his glasses.

“Is that all you care about, William? That I won’t finish my work and you'll have overtime?” Grell asked in a quiet voice.

“What are you talking about, Sutcliff?” William asked in annoyance.

“Do you care about me? At all?” Grell asked, curious and a little sad.

He knew William cared little about him, but he kept this hope in his heart that maybe William might care about him just the tiniest bit, just because they graduated together. But all hopes were crushed as soon William opened his mouth.

“I have never cared for you, why on earth would I start now? You are nothing but an annoyance and a waste of space and time. You are the stupidest creature I have ever had the displeasure of knowing and if you weren’t so damn good at field work I would fire you so I wouldn’t have to see your ugly face. No one could ever love you and no one ever will. In fact, I quite hate you. Now get to work, you pitiful excuse for a Shinigami!”

William's cruel words cut deep. Grell was having a hard time holding back his tears by the end of the tirade and he knew he needed a fix of pain. Grell looked William in the eye and replied, his voice deathly quiet.

“I already know how pitiful and pathetic I am, but you could at least try to pretend you don’t fucking hate me. Whether or not you like me as a person, I am still your subordinate and a coworker. You are simply a heartless bastard, William, and I am tired of loving you.”

With that, Grell walked away, leaving William in stunned silence from his words as well as his looks. Without all that makeup on, Grell was absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly, William felt foolish. He was finally seeing a part of the real Grell, and Grell had moved on. William felt like hitting himself. He was so stupid. William thought back on the conversation they just shared and quickly grew alarmed. What Grell had said about being pathetic made William realize that the redhead wasn’t as ditzy and vain as everyone assumed and it only made him feel worse. ‘God, what have I done?’

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Grell walked into the bathroom by his office, fully intent on relieving his emotional pain with something a little more physical. He locked himself in a stall with his bag over his shoulder. Thank god he always carried a first aid kit on his person, to clean up any minor wounds he received in the field so infection didn’t get trapped in his body because of supernatural healing, though he never imagined he would be using it for this.

Grell sat on the toilet and sighed when he realized he forgot to wrap his hand. Thank God William didn’t notice the rather large gash across his knuckles. But then again, William didn’t give two flying fucks about him, so he probably wouldn’t give a shit, even if he did notice. Grell pulled gauze out of his first aid kit and wrapped it around his knuckles.

With that done, he pulled the blade out of his pocket and rolled up his sleeves. He looked at his left arm, it was covered and there was no clear skin anyway. Damn! It looked like he was going to have to use his other arm for his relief. He switched the knife to his left hand and realized it was broken when the blade clattered to the floor, falling from his limp fingers. Double damn! He was left handed. Oh well, he would just have to work with he had. He flipped the knife closed and brought his wrist to his mouth. Digging his fangs into his arm, he closed his eyes and jerked his arm sharply to the side. The pain that shot through his body was sharp and hot and he removed his arm to looked down at the bloody gash. The pain flowed through him like blessed fire and he sighed happily. It started to fade after a couple of seconds though, and he brought his arm back up to repeat the process. He ripped his arm open a total of thirteen times, careful not to overdo it, and wrapped it in a thick layer of gauze. After he came down from the intense high he was experiencing from the delicious pain he looked down at the floor.

“Shit!” He swore quietly.

He had a rather large puddle of blood pooling at his feet, spreading across the tile. With a sigh, he gathered some toilet paper in his hand and bent to clean it up. After all the blood was off the floor he flushed the bloody toilet paper and watched the water turn pink before it disappeared. Grell stood back up and walked out of the stall then out of the bathroom altogether, making his way to his own office.

Once there he sat down behind his desk and pulled his paper work closer, praying he would have no field work for once. He glanced at the clock and realized he had been in the bathroom for forty-five minutes, the clock read five fifty-five. Grell started in on his paperwork with his right hand, going a bit slower than he would have wished.

After four hours Grell was burning up. He removed his jacket carefully and set it aside on his desk. Looking down at his arms, Grell saw tiny bloodstains. Rather small in size, but glaringly obvious against the white background of his shirt. Grell glared daggers at the stains, but after his look unfortunately didn’t set them on fire and make them disappear, he got back to work.

It was two-thirty before anyone bothered him and the person who did was the last one he wanted to see after his little outburst this morning. William looked positively astounded by the sheer amount of paperwork Grell had completed, and in such a short amount of time, that he didn’t notice the redhead’s heated glare, until Grell cleared his throat rather pointedly. Startled, William looked up and caught Grell’s eyes for a split second before looking away again.

“I have an assignment for you,” William stated.

He tossed the list of souls on Grell’s freshly cleared desk. Grell nodded his head to show he understood and went back to his paperwork. William shifted awkwardly for a second before glancing down at Grell, noticing he was using his right hand, but he knew he was left handed.

“What is wrong with your hand?” William asked loudly.

“Nothing to concern yourself with, love,” Grell repeated his earlier statement without even looking up.

William raised his eyebrow in disbelief. The office was silent for a few seconds before William broke it.

“Let me see your hand, Sutcliff,” William said in a quiet tone.

“See?” Grell replied sarcastically, holding up his right hand.

“Your left hand, Sutcliff,” William growled, starting to get annoyed.

“Why should I?”

“Because I am your boss and I told you to!” William snapped, irritation now clear in his voice.

Grell growled quietly and bared his teeth, but held up his left hand none-the-less. William was shocked to see gauze wrapped around the hand and bruising visible where the gauze didn’t cover.

“What the bloody hell happened?!” William almost shouted.

Grell was rarely hurt for more than a couple of hours, due to supernatural healing. The only lasting damage a Shinigami can sustain is if it was caused with a Death scythe or if it was self-inflicted.

“Why do you care, William?” Grell asked, finally looking up from his paperwork.

William was shocked back into silence just as he opened his mouth to reply. Running down Grell's face was a thin, raised white scar. ‘Where the hell did that come from?!’ William asked himself in his head. On the outside he was calm and collected again.

“Because if it is hampering your work it needs to be taken care and I need to ensure it doesn’t happen again. So I’ll ask again, Sutcliff. What. Happened?” William finished, gritting his teeth.

“I fucking broke it! Are you happy now? It is fucking broken and I’m still working fine.”

”How the hell did you manage that?” William asked, his brow in his hairline.

“I punched a fucking mirror. Now leave me alone so I can work!” Grell snapped.

“Fine.”

With that, William walked out. Grell looked down at his soul list and grimaced, he had to collect a child’s soul. Fuck! He hated these assignments, they always depressed him. He’d just have to grin and bear it until he could be alone to hurt himself again. Today really sucked.

Chapter 3

Chapter Text

CHAPTER THREE

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place,

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you?

Do you ever wanna run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room

With the radio on turned up so loud

That no one hears you're screaming?

No, you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?

Are you sick of feeling so left out?

Are you desperate to find something more

Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?

Are you sick of everyone around?

With their big fake smiles and stupid lies

While deep inside you're bleeding

No one ever lied straight to your face

And no one ever stabbed you in the back

You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay

Everybody always gave you what you wanted

You never had to work it was always there

You don't know what it's like, what it's like

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like (What it's like)

Welcome to my life

Grell walked down the street dejectedly. The reaping he was assigned was finally over and he couldn’t have felt worse. He had had to watch that poor little girl for 2 fucking hours as she slowly, painfully died of advanced lung cancer. It was absolutely horrible. And the worst part was that he couldn’t relieve himself of the emotional pain with physical until he got home, as he had to finish the accompanying paperwork that was standard with a reaping. He wouldn’t be done with all of his paperwork for another three hours, if he was lucky, and he still had an hour long walk to the offices. He didn’t think he could wait that long. He contemplated ducking in to an alley to cut himself, but decided against it. He just wanted to get his work finished and done so he could go home. He didn’t want to risk passing out and being late in returning to the dispatch. William would come looking for him and he would get the verbal lashing of a lifetime for ‘causing overtime so you could cut your arms like a hormonal teenage girl’ and he really wasn’t in the fucking mood.

“Why the fuck am I still living?” Grell asked himself aloud. “Why the hell do I still bother with my pitiful existence when no one loves me!? I’m so tired of the abuse I want to scream! Je déteste ma vie; je veux juste mourir” he sighed softly, lost in self-doubt; not even noticing his voice slipping into French, as it was more natural for him to speak in times of high stress. He was always careful around his co-workers though; he didn’t want them to know anything about his past, including where he was from.

He wasn’t being dramatic or exaggerating; no one had ever loved him, not even his parents, and he knew it. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that being used and abused equated being loved, but he had always hoped that someone would eventually love him if they just got to know him; got past the mask he hid behind. But that dream died long ago; around the same time his innocence was ruthlessly stolen from him.

“Je me déteste tellement!” he spoke quietly, brokenly, knowing no one was there to hear him; no one ever was, and even if they did, they wouldn’t understand him.

The self-hatred was not something he always used have, at least not to this extent. He had always worn a mask, always hated himself, but never this bad; he was never this fake. All this had started when his ex-boyfriend had shown his true colors a couple months ago.

Grell walked home, rather depressed and late because of a couple souls he had to collect that night, and just wanted to be held and comforted. The child had been hit by a runaway carriage and had broken almost every bone in his body. The poor thing was only five fucking years old for Gods’ sake, he certainly didn’t deserve death. But it had happened, and now it was over.

Grell just wanted to curl up and be soothed by the comforting words of his boyfriend, who always seemed to know exactly what to say to calm him down. Tonight would be no exception… or so he thought

“Darling, I'm home!” Grell called out into the loft apartment he owned.

“It’s about fucking time!” A gruff voice replied, the anger evident in the way the words were spat out.

“What do you mean? I'm only about half an hour late. I told you I had to work late.” Grell replied, shocked at the fury aimed at him, when there had always only been love.

“What I mean is that I’ve been waiting for you for 3 hours so you could help me with a little… problem I’ve been having.” The voice answered.

Grell walked into his bedroom, expecting to see his boyfriend struggling with paperwork or something similar. What he didn’t expect was to see him waiting and ready for… something.

“Darling? What are you talking about?” Grell asked quietly.

“I'm tired of waiting for you to be ready for me. I want you now and I don’t care if you like it or not! I AM going to have you.” With that Grell was pulled forward and forced onto the bed.

“W-What are you doing?!?” Grell asked, anger obvious in his voice, apprehension starting to worm its way into his heart.

“I'm taking you!” The gruff voice replied simply.

Grell, for once in his life, felt true fear as his hands were forced above his head, cuffed to the bed, and he was forced into a kneeling position on his own bed.

“Micheal! Stop!” Grell screamed, trying to break the cuffs holding him as the newly named Micheal ripped his shirt clean off. Micheal didn’t listen, too absorbed in trying to get the squirming Grell's clothes off.

Snarling when Grell managed to kick him in the stomach, Micheal grabbed Grell's ankles and hooked them to the footboard. Grabbing his switchblade out of his pocket, Micheal decided to just cut Grell's pants clean off. Once Grell was completely naked, Micheal smirked triumphantly.

Grell was starting to shake now. What was going on? Why was Micheal doing this? Grell was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blades. He looked back and saw Micheal pulling his fist back for another hit. He could do nothing, he was chained to the bed and helpless.

After an agonizing half hour of Micheal beating the shit out of him, Grell finally got a minute break. He sighed in relief as he felt the blows stop raining down on him. His relief was short lived, however, as he felt blinding pain in his lower back. Micheal was raping him?! Micheal was raping him! Grell's last thought before blacking was how did it come to this?

After being systematically beaten and raped for close to a year, Grell had finally escaped. But not without severe mental and self-esteem issues and baggage so heavy it was threatening to crush him every single day. He had finally found release, but he didn’t know how long it was going to last.

“Personne ne m'aime et ne sera jamais” Grell sighed softly to himself.

No one noticed the dark figure that had been watching Grell from the rooftops, not even Grell himself. But this person shrouded in mystery had noticed Grell, heard every word out of the redhead’s mouth, and vehemently disagreed.

“You are wrong, Grell.” The stranger whispered, “I love you!”

He knew he would have to wait only a little while longer before he could help the beautiful, effeminate redhead; he just hoped the redhead could wait that long. With that said and done, he watched the red reaper create a portal and return home. Once he was sure Grell was gone and through the portal, he faded into darkness.

Translation:

Personne ne m'aime et ne sera jamais- No one loves me and no one ever will

Je déteste ma vie; je veux juste mourir- I hate my life; I just want to die

Je me déteste tellement- I hate myself so much

Notes:

French Translation;

*I really fucked up this time

#black butler fanfiction

[earlgreyandco]

Maybe Vincent is the original first animatronic?? Or Tanaka??? 😱😱😱

okay so everytime i make an au i have to make a whole plot around it so heres what i roughly have so far:

funtoms is kinda like the pizzaplex but its victorian and maybe has a circus as an excuse that i can have glamrock aka circus sebastian (NOT BOC SEB HE JUST HAS EYELINER AND A HAT)

ciel is our protagonist who is an orphan who sneaked into funtoms but then accidentally went somewhere he shouldnt have and got stuck there until closing time

same plot as fnafsb. sebastian helps ciel escape while the rest of the servants try to kill him for being an intruder bc there all ex military robots turned animatronics

finny is friendly until you step on a plant, you have to escape from him through a maze and decomission him by cutting down a tree to fall on him

meyrins mostly on the roof shooting at you, if you try and escape from the gardens she will snipe you and you decomission her by pushing her off the roof (the closer you are to her the worst her aim is so being infront of her she cant do much)

she roams the halls as well but if you can hide you can effectivly just walk past her bc its too blurry

bard i havent entirely figured out what he would do other than setting everything on fire and you probably have to blow him up

i wanted grell to be there too but she doesnt really have role that would fit in a manor (but i thought ud decomission her to get her chainsaw to use to cut down the tree on finny)

now u may ask why is sebastian helping ciel? why isnt he like the others? well once u finally decomission everyone u make ur way to the basement and find out that half man half robot UT is trying to revive his grandson that died 150 years ago (yes rc is the final boss) by combining his body with a animatronic

which means the childen that have gone missing around the area are children that went to funtoms and ut killed them for experiemnt

then you find out sebastians ai is so extreame because it was literally copied (dont ask how idk) from the real life sebastian before he died in the fire protecting rc

because his ai is literally that of a real persons and how shockinly similar ciel is to rc he overwrites his programming to kill and instead protects him

thats until he ends up being the final boss bc he gets fucked up wahoo scary boss fight with withered seb animiatronic yayyy

ciel sets everything on fire runs away the end maybe good ending is u save seb n he ends up escaping with u as ur new dad

#asks #kuro fnaf au #this is so rough but u get the picture #would love to hear ur ideas! esp for other characters #one of those bullshit aus where its like there not twins but somehow look exactly alike bc plot development

[alirhi]

just because lol

The evolution of my interest in Sebastian Stan...

2006:

"Well... hello there, cute boy! Wish you were the main hunk, holy shit... Why so many funny faces, tho? XDD"

2013-ish (I binged a couple seasons of Gossip Girl for Taylor Momsen when I discovered her fucking awesome band. don't remember exactly when)

"Huh. Well, hello there, cute boy! Okay, where's Taylor?"

2017

"Who dis? Murder Jesus? *few minutes later* HAHAHAHA MURDER JESUS SWINGING ROCKET AROUND THAT'S GREAT! Still dunno who he is, tho."

2021 "Fiiiiiine I'll watch Civil War. I'm bored and I love RDJ, so-"

""-SWEET JESUS WHO IS THIS BEAUTIFUL BASTARD?! THOSE EYES! THOSE LIPS! THAT JAW LINE! VALHRGARGABLGBS Okay, fine. I get it. I get the Bucky love, okay? God damn... Anyone got a fan? Some ice? Maybe some defibrillators? jfc..."

*one quick imdb search later* "NO SHIT! IT'S CHASE COLLINS! HIIIIIIII CHASE! NICE GLOW-UP, BOO!"

"Hmm... still bored, so I guess I'll suffer through the other two Cap movies..." (words cannot express how much I hate all iterations of Cap not played by Anthony Mackie)

"HOLY SHIT. WHAT IS... WHAT... I DON'T EVEN... I CAN'T... HOW DOES HE LOOK BETTER CLEAN-CUT? I DON'T DO CLEAN-CUT! WTF Sebastian Stan is not human. Holy shit."

*no words. only swooning*

"OHSHIT THEY GAVE BUCKY HIS OWN SHOW?! FUCK YEAH!"

"Okay, seriously, he looks so much better with short hair! How?! Why?! Short hair, square jaw, and stubble is SO NOT MY TYPE so whyyyyyy am I so obsessed with this beautiful bastard man?!"

"SWEET JESUS LAWD HALLELUJAH! HELLO, MY TYPE SINCE I WAS LIKE TWELVE! Not Tommy Lee. He's a sleazebag who I literally only know for being a sleazebag. and an idiot. But HOLY HELL pierced, tattooed, mostly-naked Sebby with that delicious, yankable mop of hair and the eyeliner and THAT TONGUE HOLY GOD THAT TONGUE... Yes, pls. I want one."

#sebastian stan #the covenant #chase collins #gossip girl #carter baizen #captain america #first avenger #winter soldier #civil war #avengers #infinity war #tfatws #bucky barnes #pam and tommy #tommy lee #holy fucking shit he's hot

[toastedkiwi]

does roomie have banter with seb and mackie? and apart from miley, who's roomie's best friend?

Yes— Anthony especially likes to start shit with Roomie ever since he met her. He talked about her during the Falcon & The Winter Soldier press tour and teased her about spending time with a senior citizen. Sebastian will post videos of himself listening to her songs and say “I wonder who this is about!” She’s sent them PR packages from her makeup brand and Sebastian will make fun of it being like “why so much eyeliner?!” “This isn’t my color!” “WHY IS IT LIQUID BLUSH?!” He’ll use the highlighter to highlight script pages and post them on his story. Seb has FaceTimed her to show her the full face of makeup he did on himself using her makeup— it’s horrendous but made her so happy. She did post a screenshot from that call onto her story.

Chris is her bff but I’m also probably gonna add an OC to be her friend.

#roomies #roomies headcanons

[jobean12-blog]

Sebastian looks good with eyeliner.

He really does! 😍I loved it when he wore it for WS. And Jefferson too! He rocks it! YAY!

Hope your weekend is starting off great love! Have a beautiful day! HUGS!❤🥰❤

I can't find great pics for them but yes! hehe

#sebastian stan

[thefanficmonster]

Hiii, how are you? Hope you're doing fine! Just wanted to say that i love your blog, everything you write is so nice! I was wondering if you're taking requests right now, and if yes, i'd like to request some hcs for Corpse and a tom boy fem reader. Boyish style, short haircut, things like these. Thank you in advance, have a great weekend!! <3

Of course dear ~ Enjoy! 💕

- Your style has always been chilling in a grey area between styles

- You have dark academia mixed with skater mixed with oldschool mixed with urban and modern

- And you've always loved it that way

- You like not being a part of a single aesthetic but if you had to classify yourself you'd say you're a tomboy

- I mean, not that you'd have to say it for people to know it's true

- The short hair, masculine appearance, baggy clothes (smallest number you could find in the male section as to not have a wardrobe malfunction), it all painted a perfect picture

- And your boyish appearance is exactly what gave your boyfriend Corpse a bright idea

- The bright idea to be his fake face reveal

- And on his birthday on top of all

- You curled your short hair, dyed it a few shades darker, put on eyeliner for the first time in your life and borrowed Corpse's chains

- The clothes you were wearing in the photos were your own but they definitely looked like you had borrowed them from him

- Which is why some people were sus right from the get-go, already catching on that it wasn't him in the photos

- But the shock he put his fans through didn't ware off when he admitted that those pictures, in fact, weren't of him

- That's because he simultaneously mentioned, oh so casually, that you are his girlfriend instead

- And that was more than enough to send his fandom up in a rave-like wave of excitement

- It was amusing for you to see, having always been a shy introvert who never had many friends, let alone a big social media following, it was overwhelming

- People loved and hated you

- People loved and hated your relationship with Corpse

- But none of them ever said a single word about your style, not a bad one, that is

- The praise was immeasurable tho *wink* *wink*

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[sydnikov]

eight hours (pt. 2); sneak peak!!

A/N: I have an inability to finish things right now so enjoy this sneak peak to get ready for what's coming next :D

The moon and stars had come out hours ago, gracing the clear Hawaiian sky with their sparkly presence. They kept Blake company as she applied the last bits of makeup to her face, cheekbones lightly contoured and hazel eyes framed by a subtle touch of eyeliner.

Despite the fact that she was staying back at the hotel while everyone else went bar hopping, she figured that she could at least try to look nice while they hung out at the hotel bar..

The sound of low clap soon broke her out of her thoughts, and Blake set down the brush in her hand to face Rosa who had appeared next to her. "You look good, Little B," She whistled, ignoring the disgruntled look the redhead shot her at the nickname.

Blake turned her attention back to the mirror in front of her. “Perhaps," She grinned wryly. “Though you're definitely more overdressed than I am.”

Rosa leaned her hip against the counter, watching Blake brush her hair out of her face. "The situation calls for it. You didn't get the hint though, clearly…" The blonde teasingly bumped her shoulder, wondering what the red-head was thinking of.

"I don't have anyone to impress though, unlike you."

And really, Blake should have predicted the jab the moment the words left her mouth.

"I can think of someone who might appreciate you dressing for them."

"I do not-"

"Hey, are you guys ready?" A distant voice called out from behind the room, momentarily interrupting the two girls' conversation.

"Yeah, we're coming!" Blake soon responded, shooting a glare her giggling friend's way before she went to open the hotel door, revealing Sebastian and Andrei standing on the other side.

And if Sebastian weren't taken by her very bubbly friend, Blake might have struggled between deciding who looked better that night. But fortunately, there was no competition between the two brown-eyed boys when her eyes immediately drifted over to the Russian on the other side of the door.

Their eyes locked, dark hazel with molten brown and Blake was at a loss for words, but luckily Sebastian's soft words of praise broke the tense staring match they found themselves in.

"You look nice," he murmured to Rosa who had appeared next to his girlfriend with a bashful smile, quickly wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her next to his body.

"I know," Rosa grinned cheekily in response, pressing a playful kiss to his cheek when he pouted and really, Blake couldn't have helped the small smile spreading across her face at the happy couple if she tried.

"Ready for a night of mindless exploration?" Blake nudged Andrei beside her, tone wry and expression cutting as she observed the smirk that began to slowly spread across his face.

Andrei grinned deviously. "With you by my side? I could ask for nothing more." And the bright red flush that spread across her cheeks before she scent him a scathing glare and hurriedly left his side was worth it.

His eyes followed her movements with ease, admiring the way her clothing fit her body like it was made for her.

Yes, tonight was going to be very fun, for both Andrei and Blake if the way she was eyeing him with a mischievous glint in her eye was any indication.

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov fic #carolina hurricanes #carolina hurricanes imagine #canes imagine #canes lb #nhl hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl x oc #nhl writing #writing #fanfiction #eight hours

[stardewvalleyislife]

Stardew Valley: Sebastian Headcanons!!

Alright, @lolmariam here is my list of random Sebastian headcanons!!! Maybe I’ll add more later... 

He has glasses. Thick black framed ones. He’s kind of embarrassed so he usually wears contacts. Sometimes after a long computer session his eyes hurt from the contacts so he wears his glasses. 

He makes really good coffee. He drinks enough and there’s no Starbucks in town so he’s had plenty of time to perfect it. Sometimes he just drinks it black though. 

He collects playing cards and dice. 

He has a special stuffed animal frog. If anyone found out he would be mortified--not even Sam and Abby know. 

This boy sleeps with so many pillows. 

His screen saver on his PC is the words "Fuck Off" in silver cursive, spinning around. If he and the farmer are a thing, his desktop is definitely a picture of them. 

He uses nice smelling soap! It helps keep Demetrius off him about the cigarette smell. 

He 10000% wore black eyeliner and nail polish in high school.

He was suuuper smart in school but never really cared enough to put in the effort so his grades were not great.

Yes he does have frog pajama pants.

Robin made him learn how to cook, and he's not actually too bad at it. He just doesn't like cooking because it means being upstairs and his family is also upstairs. 

He listens to country music along with the emo music. It was always what Robin listens to during projects so he's just got a thing for it now. He won't admit this to anyone, though. 

He uses hair conditioner 🤷

He doesn't look it, but he actually has a little muscle from when Robin makes him help with carpentry projects. 

He sticks tons of post it's around his monitor of coding notes

He sunburns easily. Just comes with having a redhead mom. 

He's right handed.

He just gives me the vibe of someone who sleeps with their socks on idk 

He does, in fact, own more than one hoodie, it's just several of the exact same one.

Team Android for sure. 

#Stardew Valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley sebastian #sdv sebastian #stardew valley seb #sdv seb

[farming-for-affection]

You've been avoiding talking about the upcoming Flower Dance, even though it's the only thing anyone wants to talk about. Your SO seems excited as well, and you understand, this will be the first dance you've shared since becoming a couple. They're bothered by your disinterest, and finally asks you about it when the two of you are alone. "The outfit is dumb and uncomfortable." You say, deflecting. "I just hate the way I look in it."

Alex - “Really? I saw you last year and you were stunning. I was kicking myself for not dancing with you when I had the chance.” His face reddens; reflexively, he scratches the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Listen, you were new and I hardly knew anything about you. I was nervous to ask you… I didn’t know how you’d respond. You know I’m not great with strangers.” He sighed, but gave you a small smile. “I think you’re gonna look great. We’re gonna look great together. We could practice dancing, if you want. Maybe we could do that thing from Dirty Dancing? I bet I’m strong enough to hold you above my head.” He laughs, nudging you playfully until you smile.

Elliott - "Yes, those outfits are rather traditional, are they not? Mine shows off a bit too much of the, ah, midlands, if you pardon the expression." He gave a relaxed smile, eyeing you with a flirtatious light in his eyes. "But I can imagine no finer sight than to see you amongst the daffodils in a spring meadow. I'll have to fight off at least a dozen suitors who will no doubt beg for your hand the instant they lay eyes on you." He takes your hand in his, brushing your knuckles against his lips. "And I'll do it, mark my words. You're worth any fight, my dear."

Harvey - “Oh? But you’re quite healthy!” His face deepens to a scarlet red as he babbles. “The.. the human body is fickle, to be sure, even when… as you age...  but ah...” Averting his eyes, he gently takes your hand. Silence stretches for a few moments before he speaks again. “Yes, well. I… I like you the way you are. I mean that. You still give me butterflies when I see you. I just want to walk by your side through the adventure of life. And I hope you’ll want to walk by my side, too.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before meeting your eyes with a warm, timid smile.

Sam - “Oh yeah, they make everyone look terrible. One year both Seb and I went through a growth spurt and our pants didn’t fit! Neither of our moms realized until the day of the dance! And like, it’s not like you could find sky-blue dress trousers at Joja Mart, so…” He shows you a picture on his phone: teenage Sebastian’s pants barely pass his hips and the bottom hem comes nearly to his knees. Sam’s pants are around his ankles, but he’s wearing booty shorts that say “on fleek”. The image makes you laugh and he shows you more pictures from the dance, describing people’s reactions and continually pointing out his hairy gangly legs. “So… just try not to take it so seriously. And Haley didn’t want the shorts back, so I still have them… if you want me to wear them and take all the attention off of you.”

Sebastian - “Then wear something else. If that outfit makes you unhappy, we’ll burn it and wear what we want.” You give a harmless chuckle, thinking he doesn’t understand. “I’m serious. If you want to go in a fake wig and baggy jeans with chains, I’ll get a pair to match. It’s a silly event so old people can tell us how cute we look. Well, I think you look good in eyeliner and fingerless gloves, so wear that if it makes you more comfortable.” He brings a hand to your cheek, meeting your eyes with an intense look. “You’re the only good thing about this town and I’m not going to let them ruin you because of a stupid tradition.”

Shane - He gives you a hard, even stare, but it’s not anger in his voice when he speaks. “See, this is just another thing I hate about society. You quit your job and left your whole life behind to work your grandfather’s farm. That takes something more than guts. But you still care too much about how you look in the mirror.” He meets your eyes again, his expression somber and bitter. “I don’t know how much it means… but I like who you are. And it’s not because you’ve got money, or looks, or brains. You were there for me when I needed you. You stayed by me through the worst of it. So yeah, we’re going to put on some terrible outfits and I’m going to love you all the same. Remember that, okay?”

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