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yawarakaizai · 7 months

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Could I Request Jouno with a quiet People pleaser that'd be so cute ngl >-<I'll leave the rest up to you, and how you see fit hehe

RECIPITENT Jouno Saigiku (BSD) NOTE omg ,,,..... so many things to say , , ,.. ... ... jouno is so aaaa aaaaaaAAA <3333 i love h im

Note; fluff! gn reader (they/them), overprotective jouno

we all know that jouno is a big tease to his peers. you weren't an exception to his regular 'insults' and remarks.

what confused him the most is how you'd never bite back.

when you first joined the hunting dogs, you were naturally a reserved and quiet person.

he'd try to bug you, but you never really budged in the way he'd expect.

you take every insult with a nod and unbothered, gracious smile.

jouno began to feel bad. he pitied you for what he thought was you being oblivious when in truth - you thought that he wouldn't like to see you genuinely hurt by his remarks.

against all odds, you two fell in love rather quickly.

to simplify it ; you fell first but he fell harder.

jouno didn't have any previous relationship experience so it was DIFFICULT to figure out his emotions. he had to go to the other members for help.

tecchou was as equally dumb if not dumber than him when it came to love. teruko began to blackmail him, threatening to tell you about his crush before he even had a chance to confess. fukuchi, well.. he was too drunk to give any proper advice. jouno found he was able to confide in tachihara who suggested he take you out somewhere nice and tell you straight-forwardly about how he felt.

and so, he did just that. taking you out to a lavish restaurant by the sea, you were amazed at the thought jouno would even do this much for you.

you were even more amazed when he took you out on the pier with the night sky hanging above and got down on one knee, presenting you with a ring as he confessed his overdue romantic attraction towards you.

bashfully, you informed him,

" ...jouno, that's for marriage. "

he's immediately like &^!*(£*&?@? NO!! I knew that. duh, I obviously knew that!!

you're giggling at his cover-up and shut him up by getting down as well and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

he lost it.

for the first time in his life, jouno was so stupidly in love!

he treasures you like gold, like a princess, like treasure, oohhh you are so so spoiled and prized by him!

on a mission his last victim just barely alive vomiting blood by jouno's shoes as they claw desperately for his mercy, then he just,, ''would you like to see my cute s/o?'' the guy is so confused. does he say no? but if he says yes and sucks up to jouno, maybe he'd be spared! jouno goes ahead and turns his phone screen to the bloodied man, showing him his lock screen - a selfie of you and jouno that you insisted was worthy of having as wallpaper. times like that made jouno wish he could see, but nevertheless, " aren't we just the cutest? " with a nervous gulp, the criminal would nod his head rapidly. " yeah! " he'd agree with jouno, unable to care less, really. " they're adorable, yeah! you're a lucky man! " jouno grinned, straightening his posture to tuck his phone away. " i really am a lucky man. a nice one, as well. " he put his sword away much to the relief of the man below. " i gave you the privilege of looking at an angel from the heaven you'll never reach. " jouno had switched his sword for a gun.

you were such a kind person. jouno thought you were a bit too soft and way too forgiving for your own good.

when he'd tease you, he'd KNOW when he went too far, but he was so confused when you wouldn't be upset. at least not visibily.

he could sense that your body would deflate in quiet sadness at some certain joke, but you'd never say anything about it.

you kept your feelings to yourself and soon enough he found out it was because you didn't want to upset him by telling him his humour wasn't right for you.

the day he approached you about it, his heart broke hearing you sob as you were uncertain with how to set boundaries properly.

you were always a ''i don't mind, if you wanna!'' person, letting others push you around and use you how they pleased.

since that confrontation, jouno was always sure to be gentle with you.

he'd still tease you every now and then, but he'd compliment you so, so much.

when you'd oversleep, he'd wake you up by peppering kisses all over your face instead of his past pulling-the-covers-off-and-opening-the-blinds routine.

although jouno still can't fully grasp the concept of a 'people-pleaser', he feared that you were scared of him or at least had been scared of him which made you unable to approach him about your dislike for his mean behaviour.

after that, he was able to spot more instances where you'd allow yourself be taken like a dumb doll by others.

when people would boss you around and you'd comply obediently.

no. he didn't approve of that.

while he'd happily threaten others - with you, he'd sit you down and warn you that your kindness can be exploited.

you were always too afraid to tell people 'no', so jouno would begin to teach you how. steadily, of course!

no one was going to take advantage of you, not with him around.

he cares so much for you, he's such a sweet bf to have, looking out for you.

plus, it was so funny that he - a sadistic, cruel, extroverted ex-criminal had a sweet, shy partner by his side!

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

#jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #jouno saigiku #jouno #bsd x reader

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 8 months

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Hey, how are you ? I wanted to request a scenario that reader has the starry eyes of Ai hoshino, and the cast of bungou stray dogs see pictures and videos of reader as a child. Can you please?

Have a great week and take care ok?

Hello! I am doing good. I hope, you enjoy the scenario. I will take care of myself, thanks for your concern ☺️

Starry eyes

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: BSD cast can't wait to finally see your face. One day, they saw pictures of you. And your eyes.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are Little Light, a shapeless light blob. Embodiment of your emotions, that floating above them, sometimes snuggle to them and purr.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are a figure of light. Always changing presence, that came to them, when their emotions were at the lowest.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are Guiding Light. Human from other world. Reader, who were with them during important moments of their lives. Reader, whose emotions made them feel alive. Reader, whose words made them whole again. Reader, who show them light in this dark, chaotic situation.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are one of the reasons to get into Real World.

🐾 You are many things to them. And BSD Cast wish, that they knew how you look like.

🐾 Every day, Elise draws a picture of you. And every day you have a different appearance.

🐾 And one day, while still been in their world, they saw you.

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"Okay, I have finished scanning my old photos and almost finished with saving my old videos on my computer. Time to store them in cloud drive."

BSD Cast feel exited. Finally, they will see you.

The moment the first photo was stored in cloud drive, Fyodor, Katai and Ango start working on getting it.

Thirty minutes later, BSD Cast gathered in a Meeting Room. Main Screen was lit up. Ango clicked on first file.

The photo appeared on the screen.

Your baby photo.

Melville chuckled.

"They were a cute baby."

Then everyone heard Kenji's gasp. Miyazawa looked at your picture in awe.

"Their eyes are so pretty!"

Everyone finally paid attention to your eyes.

Kenji beamed.

"They have starts in their eyes!"

The next few hours were full of photos and videos. Of a child, of a teenager. Of Their Guiding Light with Starry Eyes.

________________

🐾 Everyone are mesmerized by your eyes. They are so unique. They already knew that you are unique, and your eyes just a future-proof of you been unique.

🍰 💉 Elise immediately drew a 'correct' picture of you. Despite all his pleads, she didn't drew a second picture for Mori and keep the first one for herself.

🚬🐋 Each member of BSD cast had a few copies of your cutest child photos. Melville and Hirotsu already bragging about how cute you were as a child. Like proud grandfathers.

⭐⭕ Kyuusaku feel that you two a somewhat similar, with one of their eyes also a starry. Feel spiritual connection to you. Feel proud of themselves.

🐾 BSD Cast want to see you face to face even more now.

🐾 They want to make sure that stars in your eyes will always shine brightly.

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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notroosterbradshaw · 2 years

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The Relationship Experience - one

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

prologue

Nothing especially interesting happened between the hours of 4:45am to now, in fact, the whole day had been so slow since Rooster retrieved his dog tags. It was about 6:30pm and you hadn’t heard from him. It wasn’t an entire surprise. He was at work; he didn’t have the luxury of the day off like you.

You were restless, so incredibly listless. After Rooster left, sleep didn’t come easily. Your brain couldn’t stop relaying the moments from the night before. By midday, you were buzzing on coffee and waning adrenaline. Tasks seemed impossible, all you managed was to remove your makeup and eat some bland toast. Everything felt out of flux and made you feel off-kilter, figuratively turned upside down.

You reckoned you had commenced and deleted at least 10 texts to Rooster to thank him again for yesterday, that you couldn’t stop thinking about his kiss, the way he touched you, that you were… absolutely infatuated with him.

What was most tragic was you couldn’t find the nerve to hit ‘send’ on absolutely any of them. In fact, you couldn't find the nerve to text anyone – not Natasha demanding how the night went; not your sister asking how you’d pulled up after such a big day; not the bride and groom thanking you and Bradley for your incredibly thoughtful wedding gift (how was it incredibly thoughtful if it was on a wedding registry, you’d never know but hey. They didn’t hate it) and that you must double date soon. Yeah, okay.

The most common thing you brought yourself back to while everything else spun around you?

What had Bradley Bradshaw done to you?

24 hours ago, you were fine, perfectly content with most aspects of your life with your strictly platonic friend, Rooster. And now? Not a single thing seemed to fit in its place.

At 7:01pm, your phone buzzed while you attempted the week’s lesson plans for yourself and your team, but little was coming to fruition. A little too eager, you knocked the phone directly off the bed and into the pile of yesterday’s still damp bridesmaid dress, rocketing you straight back to the dancefloor during the bridal waltz and the electricity of Rooster’s touch as he claimed your first dance together. God, he could move. The way he pulled your body to his, the gentle caress of his hands on your back. You could almost smell his cologne in the air –

Finding your phone, you saw another text from Natasha that simply said, ‘Please don’t make me call you. I hate talking on the phone. Just want to know Rooster didn’t murder you and leave you in a ditch x’

Confronting, you thought to yourself. It was time to give in.

You: I’m alive. Sorry, just working/planning the week’s lessons.

Natasha: Awesome, I’ll be there in 10. I have pizza, wine and I want every fucking detail from last night. Rooster is giving me absolutely nothing. Don’t be like Rooster. See you soon x

“Shit,” you muttered, still in your Lakers tee from this morning. You really should have made some kind of effort, realising if Rooster turned up unannounced – shit, you didn’t want to put that tragedy into the universe. Busting your ass, you ran for the shower and in record time, you’d washed your hair and ridded the rest of the last 36 hours off you as well.

Tossing on jeans and a tee over your bra and undies, you heard Natasha's relentless beating on the door. Dashing to it, you opened it to a very flustered, albeit adorable, Natasha Trace, pizza and wine in hand, as promised.

“You are the cutest delivery service ever,” you smiled, stepping out of the doorway and taking the pizza from her as she wandered in, rolling her deep brown eyes.

“I was about to smash a window in. You’ve been radio silent all goddamn day, I thought you were dead!” she huffed, casual and not dissimilar to yourself in blue jeans and a white tee, hair in a messy bun. “Respond. To. Texts,” she instructed. “Especially when I’m absolutely desperate to know what happened last night!” she added the last a little hysterically as you bit back a laugh.

"It was okay. My feet are still killing me. You know, I don't mind weddings," you told her, falling on the couch, tossing the pizza box on the coffee table as she went to the kitchen. You put some music on for some background noise. "I just don't like being in them,” you clarified.

“Imagining your wedding day...” Natasha teased.

“Don’t think we have much to worry about there,” you giggled.

Natasha smiled, wandering back with the glasses as you tuckered eagerly into a slice, not realising how hungry you were after forgoing most meals today. "I'm glad you had a good time; I've never seen anyone dread anything more. Rooster said he enjoyed himself."

His name off someone else’s tongue sent a jolt of electricity through your system.

"He seemed to," you shrugged, not wanting to talk too much about him for fear everything will come out. She took a seat beside you, unscrewing the wine and pouring a glass each.

“I’ll just take care of this too, huh?” she muttered as you apologised, a mouth full of cheese and pepperoni.

“Sow-ry,” you replied and swallowed, giving her a greasy smile. “I’m famished and this is so good.”

“I hope to find out myself,” she laughed quietly. “So, tell me everything. And don’t leave a fucking thing out because you are a terrible liar, and I will see right through it.”

Wide-eyed, you nodded, believing her. “Ask me anything, I guess?” you replied, frankly terrified of her for a moment.

"How was his suit? Details, immediately, if not sooner,” she asked calmly. Too calmly.

"Pretty good," you understated.

“Pix?”

“Uhh, no,” you replied. “There was some taken by the photographer, but it sincerely never crossed my mind to get any. Rooster and I didn’t pose for any.”

“You two are fuckin’ killing me!” she exclaimed as you shrugged, meekly.

From the moment Rooster had sauntered into the reception, you were both so wretchedly lost in each other to consider the small things like pix and you loathed how excited this conversation would be if you were just allowed to be honest. Natasha Trace was your friend, a really fucking good one, she knew you (and Rooster) well and read people even better. “Blue velvet jacket, dark slacks,” you frowned as she did too. “Cute bow tie.”

“Did you dance or, like, be wallflowers all night?” her voice trailed off.

“We danced a few times. He’s a good dancer,” you force-fed yourself more pizza while the wine breathed. How could you overstep the mark if you were stuffing your face? Couldn’t incriminate yourself if you simply couldn’t speak! Logic? Denial.

“Slow danced?” she wriggled her eyebrows as you laughed gently.

“Yes, we slow danced. He was very respectful, Carole raised him right.”

“Carole?”

“His mother,” you stood up and pointed to the photo on the wall that had Rooster so enamoured the night before.

“She’s really beautiful.”

“So beautiful.”

“Rooster looks nothing like her,” she studied the photo.

“No,” you grinned, plonking back down. “All his old man, even to the mo.”

“I honestly forgot how intrinsically linked you two are,” she said wistfully. “This whole thing of being friends for so long, then the classic fake relationship to save face at a wedding.”

And here it comes. “Nat…”

“You know the writing is clearly on the wall, right?” she told you, pulling at a string of mozzarella between her fingers. You felt completely transparent. She was daring you... and frankly, not having to try too hard.

“What do you mean?” you asked warily.

She plonked the cheese into her mouth and paused. “You know I’m a total romantic at heart.”

“Absolutely. What you’re doing with Bagman is baffling to me.”

“It’s only sex,” she rolled her eyes at you. “I’ve told you the rules.”

“And are you… following the rules?” you asked kindly. “Because initially, fucking Jake was a one-night thing… but now it’s like a weekly booty call on your whim. I cannot remember the last time he tried picking someone up in the bar. You wake up in each other’s beds - ” you reminded her thoughtfully.

“Bitch, you know I can dish it out, but I can’t take it,” she pretended to be sad, before blowing a raspberry and giving you the thumbs down.

“Have you said, ‘I love you’ yet?” you continued.

“We’re not talking about me, all right?” she cracked. “We’re talking about you and Bradshaw. You’re the goss tonight, not me and Bagman,” she scoffed at the mere mention of Jake’s name.

Giggling quietly, you nodded. “Okay, ask me. You know you want to…”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Natasha was so ready for this. You just gave her all the ammo she needed. "Did he... kiss you?" she leaned forward, elbows on knees, so eager. Pouting, you sighed, and her smile grew. "I fucking knew it!" she exclaimed. “He was far too quiet for his usual grandstanding.”

“But you can’t say anything!” you pleaded, pointing at her.

“Then tell me everything I need to know and I’ll make sure to – ” she zipped her lips. “Let’s start again. Suit?”

“It was really fuckin’ good,” you said, a little dreamy in memory, easing back lazily on the couch cushions. “I’ve never seen him sexier. I don’t think I even thought he was sexy before last night.”

“Oh, babe. Rooster is stupidly hot and I say this from a strictly platonic place,” she informed you. "He will lay you so good. How did you never see it?”

“I mean, yeah, he was always handsome. But his suit...”

“Had to be more than a suit.”

“You’re right. It was everything...”

Natasha’s smile was as dreamy as yours, so happy for you. “Did you sleep with him?”

“No,” you said, quickly. “Trust me when I say I tried. But he wasn’t having it.”

Frowning, maybe a little surprised, she asked, “Rooster? Rooster Bradshaw did not try to sleep with you?”

“No,” you said, subconsciously bringing back the embarrassment of earlier this morning. You still felt a little rejected and humiliated at how you threw yourself at Rooster, but Natasha didn’t seem to notice. Ew, you didn’t enjoy reliving it twice.

“You did bring the right guy home, right?”

You nodded, solemnly. “Yes. I completely threw myself at him,” you confided.

“And he still didn’t bone you?” she frowned.

“No,” you sipped the wine, barely tasting it. Fuck.

“Holy shit, that big oaf is in love with you,” she prophesied, thrusting her arms in the air in comprehension.

“What?” you shook your head. “Knock it off, Natasha.”

“Nah, he wants to wait, he is considering this,” she pondered aloud, clutching her wine glass to her heart. “He’s gonna take you to a romantic dinner in town, have fuckin’ rose petals strewn everywhere, candles. He’s gonna lay you down and make sweet, sweet love to you – ”

“When did my life turn into a 90’s music video?” you wondered as she laughed.

“Oh, my God, I’m so happy for you guys! I’m so happy for myself because I was right, but oh, wow. He’s in deep! Tell. Me. More,” she exchanged her glass for pizza, taking a satisfying bite. “Don’t leave anything out.”

“Natasha, Rooster was a new person to me last night. He was so charming and funny, and handsome. Oh, my word - so sexy. He took such good care of me. Whenever someone made me uncomfortable, he held my hand, rubbed my back, and played with my hair. Always something. He touched me all night."

“Tactile,” she nodded, impressed.

“So tactile, yes!" you said in revelation, the smell of the pizza calling to you as you chewed another bite. "His hands are amazing. Strong, comforting, you know?"

“I feel I knew Rooster was capable of these things," she admitted, slowly. "But actually hearing it, I still don't completely believe it. Is he a good kisser?" she shimmied, desperate for the answer.

“The best kisser,” you sighed, memories reverberating through your mind of his lips on yours, his tongue pressing against yours -

“And the moustache?” she gave a face that may or may not have said ‘ick’.

“Will take some time, but I didn’t hate it,” you confessed. “Natasha?”

She hummed. “Yes, my love?”

“It was the best night of my life,” you said quietly.

“Holy fuck, you’re in love with him too,” she realised, the pizza falling from her grasp back into the box.

“No, no,” you waved the notion away. You’d never fallen fast in your life, and this certainly wasn’t going to be one of those whimsical rom-com times. “I mean, I had a crush on him in high school, and this feels nothing like it.”

“You had a crush on him in high school?!” she screeched.

“I never mentioned that?” you asked meekly and for good reason - if anyone got a sniff of your teenage crush on Rooster Bradshaw, it would be on for young and old and your soul didn’t need that embarrassment in your life and he probably didn’t either.

“And I’m just learning this now?!.”

“The crush disappeared when he left for college. It’s no big thing,” you told her honestly.

And it really wasn’t.

“I didn’t see him for a few years, and then I went to college, and we didn’t see each other for a while until around the time I met you,” you shrugged. While you spent your childhood and teen years in similar circles, you really drifted after Rooster turned 18. Why wouldn’t you? He was growing up and following his dreams. You were too.

Grandpa encouraged you to study over East (Annie had mentioned he didn’t want either of you young, dumb and settled on some Navy dolt who managed to say the right things to you and keep you trapped when there was a whole world to see) and accept a swimming scholarship before you tried to figure your life out.

You’d swam all your life, competitively, you would teach as your summer job and after realising you weren’t the calibre required to swim professionally, passing your knowledge on seemed the next appropriate step. Swimming was a universal language, so you took a few courses and taught your way around th world for a while.

It wasn’t a big thing that Rooster fell out of your life.

“I remember the night I met you,” Natasha smiled fondly. “My God, you little cutie patootie. Was it Annie’s hen’s night? Bachelorette?”

“Same same.”

“And Rooster was definitely in town.”

“Yeah, I think he was,” you recalled faintly. “Wow, I haven’t been that drunk in a while,” you admitted. “Thank Christ.” Putting your head in your hands, you recalled only bits and pieces of that night. The rest was a blacked-out mystery. Probably for the best.

“Must be growing up,” she teased, raising her wine glass to you. “I’ve never seen you so happy in our entire friendship and I’m so, so happy for you.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking her free hand and cuddling it to your cheek.

"You know, Rooster’s always been super into you, I can't believe I didn't set you two up earlier. I kind of regret it now."

"Nah,” you frowned, exchanging her cheek for your discarded pizza again.

"True story. I'd catch him watching you every once in a while, that way he immediately moves from his bar stool and ushers you in when you get to the bar. I'm not getting that treatment," she kind of huffed.

Holy shit, he did. Every time, he’d guide you with a gentle hand to your hip and you’d think absolutely nothing of it.

“He’ll always order you a beer and you’ll drink a mouthful to be polite because you hate it but he always finishes it.”

“It’s a beer bar,” you shrugged. “Wait, what? He finishes it?”

“He’s not going to waste perfectly good beer,” Natasha reasoned as your phone pinged. You pleaded it wasn’t him, this was not the time for Rooster to text. Not with Natasha here. You were already getting grilled, but a text from him would only make matters worse –

“‘Rooster’ and a Rooster, cute,” she smiled, holding up your phone. “‘Missed you today. Did you still wanna catch up or…’” she said verbatim. “And kiss you a little more. Maybe see what comes up,” she gyrated on the couch. “Do you want me to leave?”

“He said he was going to come over, but I haven’t heard from him all day. You were here first.”

“Aww,” she said, almost touched. “It’s okay, text him back. You get yourself laid.”

Rubbing your face, embarrassed, you replied, “Nat, I love you, but you need to calm down.”

She breathed. “You’re right, I do. My two best friends are totally in love and I need to be cool, calm and collected about it,” she smiled, putting the lid on the pizza. “I will go, but I’m taking the pizza with me.”

“Nooo,” you replied, grabby hands for at least another slice. Curious, now knowing Rooster had a few obvious tells about his feelings for you, you dared ask, “Nat, did I do anything?"

“For what?”

“Did I have any tells with Rooster?”

She shook her head with a gentle smile. "Nah, no one can get a read on you, baby," she winked. “But Rooster... He's quieter when you're around. When you're not there, he's one of the boys, a part of the pissing contest, you know?”

“Oh,” you tried to hide the disappointment in your voice. You didn't want him changing himself for you.

"Don't be offended," she continued. "I think it is just more respect, you know? You two have known each other for a long time. It’s sweet."

"Like Jake doesn't have for you?" you teased.

"Exactly. We're only fucking, we're not in a relationship. If he went soft on me, stopped challenging me, stopped trying to make me better, I'd dump his dumb ass."

“Kinda sounds like a relationship…” you dared as she put the cap back on the wine.

“And for that, I’m taking the wine too,” she huffed. “Bagman and I have ground rules,” she reiterated again.

“Of course, of course,” you nodded, playing along.

“The line won’t be crossed.”

“Who are you trying to convince?”

“And on that note, on a night that I was supposed to savage you, you’ve turned it onto me and now I’m just feeling attacked,” she huffed disappointment, her wine and pizza in her arms and heading towards the door.

“I really like him, Nat,” you said dismally as you both stopped at the door. “I don’t know him anymore and I need to know everything now,” you rambled.

Natasha gave a genuine smile, no more of that shit-eating, ‘I was right’ stuff. No more posturing. “I know. And I’m so happy for you. Because I think you and Rooster will be incredible together. You both deserve this,” she surprised you with a hug. “And if he hurts you, I can actually kill him. Goodnight, fuck safe,” she instructed.

“Jesus Christ,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Go fall a little more in love with Bagman,” you sighed, pushing her gently out of the apartment. “Pretend when you head to his room that the pizza and wine was for you guys the whole time.”

She cackled on the way back to her car. “Fuck him, this pizza and wine are mine!”

“Sure,” you called after her, waiting for her to get back to her car. She waved once and drove away. You closed the door, collecting your thoughts. Okay, so you and Rooster had absolutely no idea where you stood but you practically praised the ground he walked on to Natasha, so she knew. Good. You hated secrets. Not that you tried very hard to keep this one. She broke you incredibly quickly.

Wandering back to the couch, you found your phone and sat down, tucking your legs under you, anxious to respond to Rooster and potentially see him soon.

You: I thought you’d forgotten about me… come over anytime x

“No, you fucking loser,” you deleted the text you were about to send and tried again.

You: I’m home.

Hitting send, you added a quick “xx” to the next text to make it seem less cold than you intended. You groaned. “You are such a fucking idiot.”

Rooster 🐓: What about 8? I’m just getting in. Long day.

You: Anytime xx

two.

masterlist.

a/n: gotta say, party crew, with engagement way down, I’m unlikely to keep a schedule for this series. thank you to those who comment and reblogged, you’re the true mvp’s. know that I see every one of them, and you absolutely move me x

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qu1cks1lversb1tch · 3 days

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Aw those best friend hcs were fun! Can you do everyone else at the hotel? Especially Vaggie?

A/N: I absolutely can! I'll make a part 3 or edit this one if I somehow forget someone (it could happen). This is quite the little grouping 🤣 I hope you like it!

Having them as best friend's part two:

Includes: Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Niffty, and Cherri Bomb.

Part One

Vaggie

Her deal is tough love.

As her best friend, you're used to being called an idiot half a dozen times a day.

You'll just be chilling after making some decision or saying something and she'll be like: "Not only are you blind, you're fucking stupid too!" But it wouldn't hold any malice

She's never really been one for gossip, but you can bet that she'll listen to how your day was.

Definitely the friend who would interrogate anyone you show interest in.

If someone says something out of line about you, she's putting them in their place before you can open your mouth to defend yourself.

Vaggie isn't very touchy, but she'll hug you sometimes. Especially if it was something like after the battle and she was just happy you were alive.

She's almost always there to ward off the bad.

Sleepovers! They're never her idea, but she can't say no when you give her those puppy dog eyes.

Really, she's always there for you, but with a sibling dynamic that makes some question if the two of you really tolerate each other at all. You do, but barely lmao.

Sir Pentious

He's a drama king. Sweet, but definitely dramatic.

100% the friend to hold your drink at a party. . . Because he's HOLDING EVERYONE'S DRINK!

If you had to go anywhere, he's sending the Egg Bois with you. They call you 'not master' and it's the cutest thing ever.

Sleepovers would be his idea, no doubt. An offer that couldn't be refused.

He calmly interrogates any potential suitors of yours, and if they seem fine, he might let them go on a date with you.

Will literally cry if you call someone else your best friend. Friend's are okay. But if you called Angel Dust or Charlie your best friend? Immediate tears. "But. . . I thought I wasss your besssst friend." Apologize, right now.

Gives you some new weaponized invention and your favorite Hellish sweet treat every year on your 'death day'. He takes it very seriously.

He's all for the tea, but only if there's 100% truth behind it. Like you witnessed the HOTTEST tea of the month and just went 'Sir P NEEDS to know'.

Everyone mistakes the calmness and caring nature of Sir Pentious as having feelings for you. Common misconception. That's just your slithery best friend.

Y'all take naps together at random because you can. And naps are life.

Niffty

You're almost as chaotic as she is, but you're better at hiding it. Sorry not sorry.

Because of her, everything you own is cleaner than when you got it and you found it disturbing at first, but eventually got used to it.

She climbs you like a tree and uses you to see better in large crowds.

She talks so fast half the time you could barely understand her until it clicked and you could reply.

She's very knife happy. Someone breaks your heart? "STAB! STAB! STAB!" Followed by maniacal giggles and her footsteps down the hall.

She tries new recipes and uses you as the taste tester to see if the others would enjoy it. The answer is usually yes.

Niffty is super blunt. She won't hold back a single thought, even if it could potentially hurt your feelings.

She rarely takes breaks, but when she does, her small frame is usually beside you, watching TV or relaying the latest drama she heard on the streets.

She's a good listener, but once again, she's also blunt.

Every picture of the two of you, she has that same far away look in her eye. Every. Single. One.

Cherri Bomb

She's a bad influence, that much is certain, but no amount of peer pressure could get you to do something you didn't want to do. That's why you're best friends.

She loves partying and dragging you out, but most nights, you stay in, which then in a way, forces her to stay in too.

"[Y/N/N], you bitch, why aren't you dressed? I thought we were going out tonight!" No. No you weren't.

She encourages you to step out of your comfort zone 24/7, because you're in Hell and it could only get so much worse.

She listens, but doesn't really pay attention all that much. There's almost always something else on her mind, but she makes it up to you somehow.

She'd probably push you down the stairs for fun if she felt like it.

Most likely to sing karaoke with you, absolutely plastered in a bar somewhere on the outskirts of the Pride Ring.

If you handed your cup to her to go to the bathroom, she'd probably misunderstand and drink it.

Glares at anyone who looks in your direction, purely because she doesn't trust very many at all.

Would reluctantly agree to a sleepover if you asked, just because you're her main bitch.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vaggie #sir pentious #niffty #hazbin hotel imagine #egg bois #cherri hazbin hotel

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eldritch-spouse · 10 months

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Bestie pinnie!! I am so very tipsy, is there any chance you could do some hc's of the icons with a drunk/tipsy s/o? One that's affectionate and shit?

Hope the dungeon is going well!!

[This was a while ago, hope you're okay lmao. The dungeon is alive and full.]

TW: Dubious consent.

Vesper finds this so cute. Oh, you're so adorable. A couple drinks and you want to climb him like a tree, you're just the cutest. Vesper meets your affection twofold, cooing and goading you into waxing poetic about how you feel regarding him. He's also definitely taking this as an invitation to find out what type of drunk you are doing sex. Do you get sloppy and lazy or are you the type that comes alight with passion? The giggly ones are always fun.

Zizz also thinks fondly of these moments. He's one of the icons that drinks the least, so you can get pretty drunk around him, Zizz will be there to protect you (though never from himself). He welcomes your affection, enjoying petting you while you ramble half-coherently and love on him. He's the type to lay there with a wagging tail and point to several parts of himself, asking you to kiss them if you really love him. Eventually, he'll recommend you sleep it off on him, what he does to you while you're in a drunken slumber stays forever a mystery...

Kalymir finds this so fucking funny. Look at you, you little bumbling fool! What a lightweight! He's on his tenth bottle, you're such a pussy (you are worryingly drunk, that was not a drink for humans). He definitely makes fun of you, leaning out of your reach when you try to kiss him and goading you into getting irritated enough to drunkenly snap at him. If you're half-crazy enough to bite him out of frustration, that's what he wants. For every smooch and coo you land on Kalymir, he slaps your ass and pokes around at you, but your pathetic state is getting to him. Wanna sweat that alcohol off, runt? Start running, he'll give you a head start since you're already giggling about it. He's laughing too.

Vorticia drinks plenty. There's nothing like a fine wine, even if she also indulges in harder stuff often enough. Point is, you're not drinking alone with her more often than not. By the time you're tipsy, she's hammered. And you'll note the way her serpent tongue gets the best of her because she starts slurring those "s"s pretty heavily. It's actually very easy to fluster the Queen in this state, so you'll get her to blush and laugh loudly, laying down somewhere just to enjoy some pleasant moments with her charming Queenie. She's definitely going to try to at least finger you a little, joking around when you react in shock, as if she's not really doing anything weird. You're likely to get very sloppy, drooling oral. She'll empty a bottle on you and go to town.

Cero is chastising you for having absolutely no self-control, even if there's a drunken tint to his cheeks as well. You're a complete mess, this is shameful, get a hold of yourself- Why yes, he is handsome. He's very kind to you, that is also true. My my, you're being very honest today, aren't you? What started as chiding and bitching very quickly turns into a reluctant tolerance, and then very eager conversation- As Cero blushes heavily and his usually frowning visage melts into a genuinely soft look full of adoration for you. He'll let you cling to him, kiss around and even stain his outfit, if only just to hear you say you love him more than anything, that you think he's so hoootttt and prettyyy and smart and wowwww. You should get drunk more often, he concludes.

Rinx has such an endless selection of liquor, it's a small miracle you're only tipsy and not blacked out on the floor. He's very talkative when he drinks, so your affectionate quips are returned with his own affectionate thoughts for you and invitations to try different brands- This one's so old, it might kill you, better not. He can't help picking you up and walking around with you under his armpit like a purse dog as he rambles on and on and flusters while you kiss at him drunkenly. There's definitely going to be some very messy humping at one point, he has yet to shut the fuck up, even when you kiss him.

Livius gets as drunk as you do, which takes more drinks than it does for you. Since he mirrors a lot of your mannerisms in all sorts of situations, he's also going to mimic your drunken stupor, to the best of his abilities. "I loves you"s are met with "I love you more"s and it escalates into stupid, cheesy comparisons. His voice gets high and whiny and Livius needs to have his arms coiled around you, he might even be more affectionate than you. He's very prone to tickling you a lot in this state, just to hear you laugh and try to torture him back. It's adorable and painfully lovey-dovey from start to finish.

#Vesper oc #Vorticia oc #Cero oc #Zizz oc #Rinx oc #Kalymir oc #Livius oc #ravenlutionary

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ladybird2094 · 2 years

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Spring break

Warnings: 18+, minors dni. Smut. Oral (both female and male receiving), unprotected sex. Mentions of cuffs. Reader is plus sized.

Summary: it’s the day before spring break, and the Hellfire club needs someone to take Lucas’ place.

Word count: 2.1k

It was the last day of school before spring break started, needless to say you were looking forward to having a whole week for yourself where you didn’t have to worry about the stupid kids in this school.

Hawkins High never treated you kindly, this was your second time going through senior year and everyone decided you were ruled an outcast just for that. If they only knew why you had to re-do the year…

You were sitting alone in the cafeteria when you saw Eddie in the table across from you walking around and making fun of the popular kids, they just rolled their eyes. Some flipped him off and others just called him a freak, but you smiled. You knew Eddie for a while, you both had the same classes and were sometimes partnered up to do a class project together. He was always nice to you, and he never judged you or made you feel uncomfortable. It was inevitable for you not to fall for someone like him, he was everything you had dreamed of and more.

“Hey doll, what are you doing all alone here? You know you’re always welcome to sit with us.” His voice was smooth, and he was wearing his most flattering smile on his face when he spoke to you. You bit your lower lip, you never knew if he liked you or if he was just overly nice to you.

“I don’t think I want to be called a spawn of Satan today Eds” you joked and played with the straw of your juice box as you saw him sitting next to you. “No offense, but I’m trying to maintain my ‘lonely outcast’ act until the end of the school year.”

He let out a chuckle and you could’ve sworn you would be drooling if it weren’t for your self control. “We could be outcasts together, doll, just imagine how fun it would be. The ‘ex-popular girl’ hanging out with the freaky D&D club, now also called Satan worshippers. Your old friends would go wild.” You rolled your eyes teasingly and pushed him away gently. He laughed again and stood up. “Anyway, I came here to ask you a very important favor, one of the guys can’t come to our campaign tonight and we need a person to fill his space, could you possibly do it? Please?” He held his hands together and gave you the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I know you know how to play.”

“Sure, I don’t have anything to do and it’ll definitely be more entertaining than being stuck having to watch the basketball game.”

He jumped in excitement and kissed your forehead. “You’re a lifesaver y/n, I’ll see you after school!” And with that he ran to his table again, leaving you with your cheeks burning up.

It was 4pm when you knocked on the classroom door that the Hellfire club used for their campaigns. Everyone was already there, Eddie was on his throne, flipping through pages of his notebook, he looked up at you once he heard the knock and smiled. “Y/n! Welcome to Hellfire, please sit so we can start.”

The game went on for two hours, and it was the most fun you ever had. It was reaching its end with only your character alive against Vecna. You shook the dice against your palms and threw it to the table, you closed your eyes nervously not wanting to know what the result was. Seconds passed and you heard everyone yelling and cheering, you opened your eyes to see that you had defeated Vecna. You jumped and laughed as everyone congratulated you, Eddie stood up from his seat smiling and clapped. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is why we play Dungeons and Dragons.”

Ten minutes had passed and everyone had left except you and Eddie, you were packing your things into your backpack when you felt a little tap on your shoulder. “Hey y/n? Do you want to maybe… go back to my place and watch a movie?”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach in anticipation and nodded, trying to act as normal as you could.

The drive over to where he lived was short, you already knew the place, you’d gone to buy some weed at his house before. But this time it was different, he invited you. He opened the door to his trailer and let you in first, the place smelled like tobacco and incense, probably to cancel out the funky weed scent. He guided you to his room with his hand pressed on your back, “sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off” you giggled and sat on the edge of his bed. You looked around as he tried his best to clean up a bit, there were posters of his favorite metal bands, a stereo, and his red electric guitar was hanging on the wall, a pair of cuffs and a long chain caught your attention, Eddie noticed where you were looking at and his cheeks turned red.

“That’s- that’s just for decoration! Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Anyway… wanna smoke?”

You were both on the bed, high off your asses and laughing about the most random things, your black skirt had ridden up a lot, leaving your naked thighs on sight for Eddie to see, you weren’t doing it on purpose, but the man next to you was hypnotized by how your soft skin looked under the dim bedroom lights.

He got closer to you, grabbing your chin softly and making you look up at him.

“I like you a lot, doll. It’s driving me insane.” He whispered, his lips barely touching yours. Your mouth opened in surprise and you froze, was this really happening?

Before you could say anything he glued his lips to yours in a soft kiss, his other hand hugged your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasped and closed your eyes, kissing him back and sinking one of your hands into his curls. Your heartbeat was out of control, this felt surreal, were you dreaming all of this? Eddie took you out of your thoughts as his hand slowly went to your thighs and squeezed them firmly, you let out a soft moan against his lips and he smiled, proud of himself.

“I need you baby, say the word and I’m all yours.” He kissed and licked your neck, waiting for you to respond, but it was impossible for you to form a sentence when the guy of your dreams was already making you feel good without trying. He slapped your inner thigh and you whimpered as you looked at him, his brown eyes almost black and his smile wasn’t sweet like before, he looked like he was ready to devour you. “I need you to talk to me, angel. Tell me what you want.”

“You, Eds. I want you.” You whispered and kissed him, this time it was sloppier, needier than the last one. He tugged on your shirt, you lifted your arms and helped him with getting you naked, he groaned as he saw your breasts and started kissing and biting your skin, leaving a small trail of marks on your chest. Your back was arched as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples, he took his time with each, pinching and rolling his fingers against the one he wasn’t sucking. His mouth got lower and lower, and he planted sweet kisses on your squishy stomach.

“You’re beautiful.” He chanted over and over as he lowered himself on top of your clothed core, there was already a small wet spot in the middle of your panties and he bit his lip. “Is all of this for me?” He asked teasingly and you nodded frantically, feeling his hot breath against your thighs. He planted some kisses in your tender skin and left a few hickeys on them too, you squirm underneath him, needing to feel his touch desperately. “Such a messy girl, I’ll take care of cleaning you up, princess.” He ripped your panties and skirt off and took a minute to look at your naked body lying on his bed, your breaths were short and your eyes were closed. You looked gorgeous, ethereal, he promised himself he’d be the only one looking at you like this from now on.

His thumb pressed lightly against your clit, earning a pathetic moan from your lips, you were desperate. He chuckled and finally lowered his tongue against your folds, you heard him moan against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice shaking against your body. His tongue felt like heaven, lapping up your juices and licking your clit until he left you shaking. He teased you over and over again, and you were convinced he was trying to make you go crazy. Tears were rolling down your cheeks and your lower lip was bleeding a bit from all the biting, your legs were shaking and you could’ve sworn he laughed at you a couple of times. He slowly pressed a finger against your entrance, you gasped once he was knuckle deep inside of you, his tongue kept abusing your clit and you felt like you were going to explode in any minute. “Eds… baby, g-gonna cum, please.” You tried forming a sentence, but the pleasure was clouding all your senses. He added another finger and started moving them inside you, stretching you out and trying to find your soft spot. His tongue moved quicker and he sucked your clit a couple of times, driving you even crazier than before. Once his fingers found your sensitive spot it was over for you, you came so hard you thought you would pass out. He took his fingers out and fucked you with his tongue, cleaning you up and swallowing everything you had to give him. You pushed his head away when he kept going, you were overstimulated and he was enjoying every second of it.

He lied next to you and kissed your forehead, a big smile on his lips. “You did so good for me, baby.” You smiled and kissed his cheek as you sat on his lap, grinding your hips against his. “Baby, we don’t have to-“

“I want to, let me make you feel good.” You unbuckled his jeans and with his help you took them off along with his boxers, you nearly drooled at the sight of his erection, his tip red and filled with precum, one of the veins popping out along his dick. You dropped to your knees and spit on your hand, wrapping it around him and stroking it slowly. His head rolled back and he moaned softly, his voice turning you on more than you were already. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, his hand immediately gripping your hair as he gasped. You took him in, slowly at first, feeling the tip hit in the back of your throat. You closed your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down, every time quicker than the last, his moans got louder, and his grip on your hair tightened.

“Baby, baby, don’t wanna cum in your mouth, not yet. C’mere.” He pushed you against the bed and got in between your legs, his cock rubbing your clit teasingly. You bucked your hips against him impaitently and he smiled, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Whatever my girl wants.” He pushed himself inside of you, the both of you gasping as he fully stretched you out. He stayed still for a bit, not wanting to move until you were comfortable. A whimper escaped your lips when he pulled out and thrusted inside of you, all the air getting knocked out of your lungs. His thrusts got harder, and his grip against your waist grew tighter, you were definitely gonna have bruises there by tomorrow. Your eyes rolled back as he found your sensitive spot and abused it with each and every thrust, his thumb traced circles against your clit, bringing you to the edge again. “C’mon baby, cum all over my cock. Be a good girl and make a mess on me.” You arched your back and moaned his name as your second orgasm washed over your body, you could’ve sworn you saw stars as his thrusts became sloppier. He kissed your neck and moaned against your skin as you felt his cum filling you up.

His eyes were shut tightly as he got out of you and lied next to you in the bed, pulling you in for a hug. He peppered kisses all over your face and you giggled as he kissed your lips again.

“That was…”

“Amazing.” He replied, caressing your cheek. “And the fun hasn’t even started yet.” He smiled cockily and squeezed your ass.

“I was wondering when you were gonna use those cuffs.”

This was going to be an interesting spring break.

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everydayyoulovemeless · 18 days

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Hi👋 love your work, it always make me smile every time you post

Can you do one about a ghost seeker who is still alive and in control of mind and body, just trapped in the suit, and how the different companions +dead money companions react to them?

FNV Companions (+Christine, Dean, and God/Dog) Reacting to a Ghost Seeker Who's Still Sentient

➼ Word Count » 0.9k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic

Boone almost shoots you on sight and probably would've if it weren't for how oddly you seemed to be acting. He'll set his gun down slowly, brows furrowed in confusion as you walk toward him like any other person would instead of the scrambled way the other ghost people moved. He doesn't really understand what you are, but when he learns you're not hostile, he'll leave you be. He's not too keen on letting you travel with him though, not entirely trusting that you won't snap at some point and turn on him, but he'll refrain from killing you. Just... keep your distance... if Boone's at the Madre, he's going to be paranoid and there's a high chance he'll accidentally shoot at you.

Arcade finds himself being amazed by your existence to the point where he may even grab your shoulders and peer at you in curiosity. He sees you as a sort of time capsule and, if you could communicate, would love to ask you all sorts of questions about life before the war, or even your positions on the political environment in the Mojave. If you want to stick with him for a bit, he'd quickly decide to try and find a cure for your condition. Maybe get you out of that suit? Cure the radiation? He's aware that it's wishful thinking, and he doesn't mind how you are now, but if he can make it even slightly more comfortable for you, he'd jump at the chance.

Most of the other ghost people thought Raul was either dead or one of them, so he wasn't all that concerned when you approached him. He's pleasantly surprised that there's anyone still conscious after all those years stuck in the Madre. Either way, he's mainly just happy he's finally found someone he can relate to. Look at you! Two pre-war mutations! He'll punch your shoulder light-heartedly, throw a few jokes your way, and follow you around as if you'd known each other for years. He's honestly just happy he's found someone who doesn't want him dead.

Lily thinks you're one of the cutest and most interesting things she's seen in a while - maybe even her entire life. You being a ghost seeker doesn't bother her any, in fact, she thinks the whole hazmat suit is quite nice looking. You don't see many of those lying around anymore, or anyone wearing them, for that matter. You're special, and she'll tell you that over and over until you start to believe it. She'll hold her hand out for you and guide you out of that awful place. You deserve to live somewhere nicer and, although it's a walk, she's certain Jacobstown will welcome you with open arms.

You'd be lucky if you were able to approach Cass and not have her immediately trying to gun you down. She can get a little trigger-happy, especially if she's at the Madre. However, if you did manage to get close to her and convince her to put the rifle down, you'll find that she still isn't all that fond of you. She doesn't care who you are or what you've been through, she wants you gone. You'll only attract more of the ghost people and she doesn't have enough bullets for all of you.

Veronica is slightly wary of you at first, but will quickly warm up to you with time. You'll have to forgive her, she's not used to having something like you not be hostile toward her. Once she does finally get used to your company, she'll be her regular chatty and curious self. She finds your condition strange and will dig as much information as she can out of you. You're definitely a wonder and, if she were certain it wouldn't get you killed, she'd show you off to everyone else at Hidden Valley. But, alas, the two of you will have to make do with what you have for the time being.

Christine feels a strange sort of connection to you. You've both been victims of awful experimentations, and her knowledge from spending so much time in Big MT has made it so she's aware of exactly what you are. She'll do her best to communicate what she knows to you, feeling that you should be cognizant of why you're stuck in the hazmat suit rather than ignorant. She'll stick by your side for as long as you do hers. You need each other, and she wouldn't let anything happen to you while you're both stuck in the Villa.

Dean will exploit you the moment he can get ahold of you. You're going to be the ace in any scheme he cooks up. The other ghost people don't bother you any, meaning you're his ideal for cracking the code to the vault within the casino. He's not letting you go anytime soon, at least not until he can get his hands on those gold bars. Whether he has to threaten you, pay you off, or restrain you completely; you're going to get him inside those gates.

Dog doesn't quite understand the concept very well and will try to eat you continuously. He'll squint in recognition whenever you talk or move, as he's aware only a sentient person is capable of that, but his gluttonous side can't help but attack you anyway.

God may be a violent and wrathful being, but there's something about you that makes him feel soft. He sees the two of you as being a lot alike; both monsters chained to this place of unrest. He feels sorry for you. He wouldn't harm you in any way, taking on a sort of brotherly attitude towards you, especially when it comes to your safety and well-being. You're about the only person who doesn't make him want to shoot himself, and when he locks himself away, you're about the only person he wouldn't mind having to sit there and talk to him through the bars.

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imjustagirl22 · 1 month

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Eddie x reader imagine 💞

~ Eddie trying an aerobics class with the reader because he’s down bad

This thought is so unhinged and unlikely. But because he’s fictional I can say what I want!

Imagine Eddie - big, scary, metal head Eddie being convinced by his sunshine reader to try an aerobics class!

Now I know what you’re thinking, but stay with me please! The reader loves aerobics, the energy, the vibes and the music. They may not be the best in the class, but they give it their all every time and leave feeling alive and happy.

Every time they come to visit Eddie after one of their classes, he’s intrigued about the whole idea of aerobics. And why his alternative, rock and metal loving partner, also enjoys pink and preppy aerobics!!

It baffles his brain truly! And he’s not one to put people in a box, but his cute little gremlin brain has never thought to even watch aerobics on the tv. So one day he asks the reader why they like it so much and for a demonstration (because he’s a visual learning, who also likes their partner in their workout clothes).

The reader teases him and says it’s an excuse to wear short shorts and shake their ass (which gets his attention immediately).

But then they explain how they enjoy the break from daily life to just have fun, look a little silly and bop around to fun music.

So as the weeks go on, and Eddie watches more aerobics classes in private (maybe even practicing when Wayne won’t be back for a few hours), he starts to see the appeal of trying something new that’s completely out of his comfort zone.

And one day the reader catches him through the window. They came by to surprise Eddie with pizza, snacks and a movie night. But what they see is better than anything they could have imagined.

Eddie is in the middle of his living room, with Jane Fonda on the tv, flailing his arms and legs around to one of her aerobics videos. The volume is cranked up and he is feeling himself!

Then he hears a knock at the door and nearly shits himself with panic. He has never moved faster! Turning off the tv, wiping his sweat and trying to play it cool.

The reader walks in, pretending like they didn’t see anything, greeting Eddie with a kiss and a hug. They say they wanted to surprise him with a movie night because they missed him (even though they saw each other the night before).

Eddie as in love as he is, swoons at the reader and forgets that the last thing on the tv was Jane Fonda pulling out all the stops. So when the reader switches on the tv, the poor man almost looses his mind.

He starts rambling about how he was switching through the channels before the reader knocked and didn’t know what it landed on.

All while the reader isn’t believing it for one second. So they put him out of his misery and say they saw him through the window. But it was possibly the cutest thing they’ve ever seen in their life!

Eddie of course blushes 50 shades of red, while the reader gives him a big squeeze saying he doesn’t need to be embarrassed. And if anything they actually thought it was super hot to see Eddie try something they like.

He goes all sheepish saying he wanted to see what all the fuss was about and ended up giving into his impulses. The reader gives him the fattest smooch and says they couldn’t be more in love with him.

And that brings us to the reader asking Eddie to come with them to one of their classes in town. This man didn’t know how to say no nicely so he just smiled way to enthusiastically with fear in his eyes.

Before he can decline, the reader says how much fun it would be for them to try it together as a couple and how no one would judge him. It’s a long shot, based on Eddie’s reputation around town. But the reader hopes if they look cute enough Eddie won’t think about all the negatives.

So after lots of reassuring, kisses and puppy dog eyes, Eddie finally agrees to try ONE class with the reader. The next few days leading up to it Eddie is overthinking everything.

What if he looks stupid? Falls during the class? Stands out like a sore thumb in his all black outfit in a sea of vibrant colours?

But through it all the reader assures him that they don’t wear anything extravagant, just a shirt, shorts and leg warmers if they’re feeling crazy. And that there are all sorts of people at their aerobics class. Everyone who felt uncomfortable at the “picture-perfect” studios comes here to build each other up and dance like no one’s watching.

So the day finally comes and he is feeling weirdly calm. It might be because he has no worry left in him. Or the fact the reader looks so sexy (literally all the time, but especially in their gym get up) and he can’t function properly.

Or it’s the fact he’s trying something new with someone he loves who would never make him feel stupid or lesser than. Who has told him countless times that if he feels uncomfortable they can leave immediately and flee town if necessary.

When they walk in he sees that the reader wasn’t lying, and that the class really is made up of so many differently people, who like him, are probably outcasts in their own circle in some way or another. He also notices the decor isn’t nauseatingly bright, it’s just a regular dance studio for regular people.

The reader can see all these different thoughts going through Eddie’s head. They’re just glad he’s starting to feel comfortable in the space, and can see the people here aren’t there to judge him.

And when they finally get started, following the instructor, he feels all the anxiety finally leave his body and evaporate into the air. He watches as people fumble some steps and laugh with each other, cheering them on to keep trying.

He never thought he would enjoy it, and seeing the reader so in their element, getting their groove on, really warms his heart.

They can barely keep their eyes on the instructor, sneaking lots of lovey dovey glances at the other. Smiles so wide their cheeks hurt, and making sure they both store this memory permanently.

When the class ends everyone congratulates Eddie for joining them, saying how they hope to see him soon. It’s weird for him to get praise and have strangers want to see him again. The only time he’s felt acceptance like this is with his band and hellfire.

He’d never thought trying aerobics with his partner would lead to a positive experience he doesn’t mind trying again.

That night the reader and Eddie spend the night cuddled up, recounting everything they enjoyed from the class. How good Eddie is with rhythm, how well the reader can remember complicated movements. And of course how cute Eddie looked throughout the whole ordeal.

It’s really just two cinnamon rolls gushing over the other without running out of good things to say.

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