#pink is the best color holy fuck
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sanemitsu fusion attempt (inspired by scrimblyscrorblo's post) but i think i made them too Sanemi not enough Mitsuri. smiley doodle was an attempt to fix that lmao
#plenty enough booba tho#neros art tag#booba fuckin pain in the ass to draw#i have a very bad habit of trying to draw something big Immediately and it ends up looking like shit then i try something smaller and#Holy Shit it looks amazing in comparison!! these are the smaller ones the first one (not shown) i was having so much fucking trouble with#i work best when shit is implied. dont look too closely at it or youll find glaring mistakes#m gonna try to make a different design tomorrow#think ill keep sanemi's bangs but the fluffy shits gotta go its too obvious#bangs shirt & green-pink muddied colors i think thats fine#maybe if i change the hair to pink and make the bangs white gradient instead of green gradient??#forgot to add the green gradient to the bangs lmao#whatever anyway#i think theyre preetie
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Random Obey Me! Headcannons
Lucifer really likes human world blue cheese but refuses to admit it because he knows he will be made fun of for it by his brothers
Mammon has his first dollar he made in the Devildom framed and when Mc found it while looking for condoms he was really embarrassed
Idk it’s so funny to me to think of Mc and Mammon about to have sexy time and they need to go look for a condom. Mammon swears he has some so Mc goes digging though a drawer and finds a framed dollar bill while butt naked
“Mammon what is this-”
“SHIT UNSEE THAT HUMAN”
Levi has neck and back pains from all the gaming he does and really loves massages but is too scared to ask
Satan once stole a pair of Lucifer’s underwear and hung it from the RAD flagpole
Asmo made it a point to introduce Mc into his nightly routine as his face mask buddy, even to the point of doing it over call if they’re separated
This also sounds funny as shit imagine someone like Levi walking in on that
“So anyways, I stomped their skull in and got blood on my new boots. My hands also hurt from wringing the neck of that-”
“Asmo, Lucifer wants to know- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU”
“A face mask, Levi. You could use one”
Beel loves kids and likes it when they use him as a jungle gym
Belphie always kicks people in his sleep without fail. Mammon swears he does it on purpose but knows he doesn't
Simeon does the best hair braids and is regarded the best in the Celestial Realm
Luke hates girl scout cookies since he thinks homemade cookies are so much better
Solomon can be seen leaving Asmo's room at any point during the day but nobody ever sees him going in. Imagine hanging out with Asmo and Solomon just fucking appears and then disappears just as fast
Diavolo's favorite color is pink
Barbatos has a succulent garden and Mc will bring him a new one every time they come back from the human world
Thirteen definitely loves Mexican food and spice in general
Raphael is convinced soft blankets are the best thing to ever exist
Mephisto once accidently knocked over one of Luke's cakes and felt so bad that he sent Purgatory Hall a buttload of money and wrote an article in the RAD newspaper about how great the angels were at baking
Mammon and Lucifer openly hate white chocolate (because it's not chocolate). Satan does too but pretends to like it because Lucifer likes it
Whenever Satan needs a parter to go to the events he gets invited to, Mc and Asmo are his first choices. He's closest with Asmo (Belphie is a second close) and doesn't mind the fanfare
Asmo and Beel often travel around the Devildom together. Asmo can't eat everything he orders since he just wants pictres so Beel is the ideal companion. Beel is also the perfect body guard
Solomon's current favorite liquor is Fireball and always has some on hand, but Luke always hides it because he thinks drinking is a bad habit
Barbatos definitely listens to heavy metal but everyone thinks he listens to classical music
If my grandmothers met the brothers, Beel would be their fav because he would clean his plate but if it was everyone, Simeon would take it home because he’s so charming even though he’s barely clothed
Everyone is so downbad for Mc I think it might scare off other people how much they hover. Like, a lower demon bothering you? Literally anything could happen to them, like they could be thrown in an endless loop of suffering, they could be made dirt poor for eternity, or they could be torn limb from limb <3 gotta love it
Asmo and Belphie make a deadly duo when to comes to trapping people/demons/angels. They both have the power to lure you in, and would probably take turn luring in victims for an evening as some sort of strange brother bonding. They both remind me of angler fish in a way. Asmo lures them with the pretense of sex and Belphie with relaxation, two things people can’t get enough of and they can stay calm enough to pull it off
Solomon has definitely made the brothers swap bodies or something crazy like that, on accident or not, you decide
Whenever Mc is feeling down, Diavolo offers his man titties as a nice pillow to relax on because he read somewhere once humans liked that
Beel is like a bull in a china shop so do not take him anyway where you need to be delicate. Belphie knows this, and will put him to sleep and carry him when they need to go somewhere like an antique shop by promising him a snack afterwards
Beel thinks Satan, Belphie, and Mc make the best weights out of everyone. Satan will just read, Belphie will just sleep, and Mc is like his personal cheerleader. However, he can and will lift all his brothers and Mc and the same time if he wants to, it’s just difficult to get them all in the same place at the same time
Thirteen, Belphie, and Satan got in a prank war once and it had to end in a draw since one party could not best the other. In the end, they made a final, collaborative prank and pulled it on Solomon
Mc once fell down the stairs in the human realm, ended up in the hospital, and sent the entire cast into panic so much that they took turns watching over them
Mephisto and Mc once had a night out drinking together and (somehow) returned to the HoL but were totally smashed. Lucifer forbid them from doing it again, but they still sneak out together and just crash at Mephiso’s place instead
#obey me#obey me!#obey me lucifer#obey me beel#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me levi#obey me thirteen#obey me simeon#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me luke#obey me mephistopheles#obey me raphael#obey me solomon#obey me belphie#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me mc#obey me x you
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Eddie x fem! reader [vol i, vol ii, vol iii, vol iv]
⚠️trigger warnings: mentions of a exual assault, accusations, mentions of domestic abuse, teenage drinking, panic attacks etc
w/c: 7.9k
a/n: s/o to all my favorite people helping me continuously with this series! @agentmarvel @sweetsweetjellybean @jo-harrington !! 💋💋💋💋💋
You’re spinning, spinning, spinning. If you couldn’t smell your own hair products on your pillow, you would swear that you were in a dystopian world, twirling like a frisbee through a pink blossomed sky and being caught in a three headed cat's mouth.
It’s true, hangovers get worse with age, but you were only twenty one— and they’re supposed to go up from here? What happened to ‘the best years of your life’? Whoever said that should be shot and killed on site. Stupid bastard.
Opening your eyes seems like the worst idea you could do, so you don’t. You slowly let your other senses bring you back to reality. You recognized that you were in your bed. Something soft is wrapped around you and judging by the feel of the fabric between your fingers it’s your robe.
A pungent smell of sour bile presents on your breath, one whiff of it and it’s instantaneous: vomit.
Fuck, that would explain the burning in your throat and the graveling dry sensation in your mouth
Pieces of the puzzle that was last night start fitting into place in your mind.
The drinks. The shots. The food. The clinking sound of ice in Steve’s Bloody Mary as he tipped it back and the ice swam towards his teeth, is like nails on a chalkboard.
Oh Christ how there had been so many drinks. Damn Robin and her mischievous ideas for wanting to do shots. Memories of the fiery tingle of the top shelf vodka Steve insisted on having, hitting your lips is enough to make you pass out.
The hollow feeling in your stomach gets queasy as you remember the greasy bar food served at Louie’s. Your stomach quenches, clutching around itself, ridding its salmon colored lining of the disastrous evening.
But nothing comes up. Just heaving dryly in your bed as tears escape your eyelids and your feet hit the floor. Throwing your body into a whirlwind of dizzy flips— your brain swimming in a sea of Diet Coke and Malibu, membranes bursting with the carbonated bubbles.
You’ve never needed a toothbrush more than you do right at this very second. You stand and the world feels like its raging war on your head. Pulsing and throbbing, like a concert was playing in your head and the guitar solo never ended.
You open your door and are met with the thought of how the fuck did you get here last night? Fuck it, you’d ask questions later, for now you needed to empty your bladder and brush your teeth.
As soon as you lay a hand on the bathroom door, Eddie emerges from his bedroom. Sweatpants are riding dangerously low on his hips and purpling hickies decorate his neck. He’s rubbing his eyes but when he catches sight of you he smiles lazily.
“Holy hell,” Eddie quips, eyes scanning over your body. You robe is hanging loosely off one shoulder, it’s crooked but the tie is in place covering your lower half. They land on the wild mess of hair atop your head, “normally I’d say good morning but it’s—“ he leans back into his room to look at his alarm clock, chuckling at the realization, “—two in the afternoon.”
You don’t fight Eddie for the shower, too tired and weak to argue. You fumble through the medicine cabinet finding the ibuprofen and the Disney cup with the swirly straw on the sink, filling it and taking the slick coated medicine. Swallowing harshly, your throat still raw and aching.
You settle for brushing your teeth while Eddie is in the shower. He’s singing Teen Spirit and getting louder and louder. The circles of the vigorous brushing of your teeth mixed with Eddie’s singing are making your head pound. A long look in the mirror leaves you suddenly feeling embarrassed, as if you needed to look drop dead gorgeous at every single minute you’re around him.
What the hell is going on?
“Please,” you beg, spitting the last bit of toothpaste into the sink, “for the love of everything holy— stop.”
The screeching noise of the shower curtain rings being pulled back pull your head up as you see Eddie half naked, torso covered in soap and your loofah in his hand, the dripping curls on his head turned to long waves with the weight of the water.
“Don’t act like I don’t sing like an angel, sweetheart,” he says with a wink, “besides, lying is not good for your health.”
The suds are traveling south, further and further and further downward, your eye fixated on one particular bubble as it pops right at his belly button.
You train your eyes on his, your cheeks heat from your staring. You reach up and shut the curtain.
“I wasn’t saying you sound bad—I just feel like my head is going to implode.”
Eddie thinks for a minute, “want me to sing you a lullaby? I’d put your baby ass to sleep just like I did last night.”
A million different scenarios flood your mind of what happened last night.
Did you kiss him? You remembering staring at his lips, the soft pillowy pinks, the way his tongue peak—
Oh fuck.
Are the hickies on his neck from you? His Adam apple bobs as he swallowed.
Shit.
Did you sleep together? Blankets, over your head.
What the fuck?
Where are your pants? You can’t even remember what pants you were wearing.
Where’s your car? Did you drive home?
Did Eddie pick you up from the bar?
Did he see you puke? You faintly remember puking on the floor of the front seat of a vehicle.
Your head continues to spin as you sit on the edge of the closed toilet seat. Suddenly feeling violated and disgusting.
“Tooty?” Eddie’s voice rings out.
This time you’re the one throwing open the curtain. Ignoring him as he shields himself with your loofah and his arm. “Jesus Chr—!“
“How fucking dare you!”
“What?!”
“You fucking pig, how could you do that to me!”
“Do what!” Eddie yells back
Your tossing shampoo bottles and bars of soap at his naked body, he’s surprisingly agile, dodging every one.
“How could you sleep with me when I was that drunk?! Jesus Christ I can’t believe you! Why would you do that to me?!”
Tears well in your eyes, you can’t believe that someone you once trusted, and were getting used to trusting again, after only being able to confide in three people over the last five years, would do something so vile, so fucking awful.
“After everything we’ve been through? I’ve known you since I was a kid Eddie! I get drunk one time and you take it upon yourself to forc— “
“Tooty!” Eddie hollers, turning the water off to the shower and stepping around you out of the way to grab a towel, he wraps it around his waist and turns to face you again.
“I didn’t do anything to you.” His eyes are wild but filled with hurt, he lowers his voice, and backs away from you. “If you don’t believe me, call Harrington. I talked to him after I carried your drunk puking ass to your own bed last night!”
“Then where are my pants?! If you ‘didn’t do anything to me’ where are my pants at?!” Eddie heads into the kitchen and pulls the short overalls you were wearing off the back of a chair, still damp from the wash. He tosses them towards you and they land at your feet.
“I washed them because you barfed all over them and I thought you would appreciate them being cleaned instead of in a vomit covered ball on the bathroom floor!”
Your accusations sting his eyes, and burn his nose.
You blink rapidly and rack your brain, the blurry sight of Steve’s car covered in puke comes into view. You struggling to get your clothes off alone in the bathroom. One? Or maybe two girls yelling at him as his back is turned to you, Eddie’s honey dripped voice talking to you as you throw up into the toilet, cheek nestled against the seat. And finally, the feel of his chest on your cheek as he carries you to your room, arms and hands never touching you inappropriately.
Before you can apologize Eddie is thrusting the cordless phone into your palm, Steve’s voice faintly heard from the speaker. He turns with a huff and not another look towards you as he slams his bedroom door shaking the frame.
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Shutting your bedroom door, Eddie hangs his head, his forehead and one palm on the door, a small smile gracing his lips. His head is spinning, he’s not drunk, in fact he only had one beer tonight, right before their set started.
What is this feeling inside of him? Butterflies in his stomach? Nah, that shit was juvenile. He could only pray that it was indigestion, nothing a couple gulps from a Pepto Bismol bottle couldn’t fix. But he couldn’t deny it.
The instinctual gut feeling of needing to protect you rang true all day. He was ready to fight everyone and anyone who talked ill of you. He just couldn’t help himself. He hadn’t felt this protective of someone since his own mother. He didn’t even feel this way towards Chrissy, and they dated for almost a year.
He pulls his head from the door, wondering if he should have put you on your side so if you vomited in your sleep you wouldn’t choke. He shakes his head, removing his hand slowly down your door, letting his fingers hang to his side.
What is this? Why is he acting like a parent? He rubs his eyes and turns to go to bed, your wadded up overalls in his peripheral vision. Would it be weird? Him washing your clothes? It’s not like your panties were in here it was just the overalls. He could be a good guy, he could be a decent human being, for you— he’d be it all.
Stomping down the dingy, murky basement steps he quickly throws your overalls into the washing machine, adding way too much powdered Era but figuring it was better than having them stink like puke. Slamming the metal lid closed with a wonky bang, he trots back up the stairs.
Stomach grumbling and realizing the only thing he had to eat all day were the poptarts he packed for work, he opens the fridge. Inside sitting on a shelf is a fading spaghetti stained Tupperware, on the lid is a sticky note, and written in your beautiful loopy handwriting:
“Got off work early and made the Tater tot casserole. Warm it up in the microwave for a minute thirty, hope you had a good show tonight. -T ”
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You didn’t always love when your clients canceled last minute, it meant money gone from your pocket and an annoying increasing anxiety building in your gut when bills showed up. But today, you could actually enjoy the sun's rays on your shoulders for a bit as you drove down the streets of Hawkins, stopping at Bradleys Big Buys to get a pound of ground beef and a can of cream of mushroom soup.
Pushing the cart through the aisles you found the two items you came for, hoping to make it home early so that you could make the casserole before Eddie played tonight, or maybe he could enjoy it when he got home.
Cooking for someone was a labor of love, the simplest act of kindness anyone could offer. That’s what Karen Wheeler had taught you when she would spend her Saturday’s teaching you and Nancy how to cook good hearty meals that would last a while so you wouldn’t starve in college.
“And someone enjoying the food you cook? Girls, that’s the best feeling in the world.”
She wasn’t lying. Even that first week with the lasagna when Eddie had basically came in his pants with every bite, you felt a skip in your chest.
It was the least you could do after he gave you a sense of calm whenever he was around. You didn’t trust many people. Not after what happened. In fact Nancy, Steve and Robin were the only people you could put any sort of hope in.
After browning the ground beef with an chopped onion and mixing the canned ingredients together, you season the mixture with salt, pepper, and garlic powder. One last wipe around the bowl with your spatula and it was good to go. Spreading the mixture into a greased 9 x 13 inch pan and added shredded cheese, you line the tater tots across in horizontal rows and toss it in the oven, covering the dish with tinfoil.
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Steve confirms everything that had happened. Even down to the minor details of you calling him ‘Steeb’. You feel stupid. Your stomach sank when he said that Eddie had stayed up all night making sure your overalls were clean and that you weren’t choking on your vomit.
“He’s a good dude, Tooty,” he explains, “he’s a perv and a complete douche most of the time, but he would never in a million years do that to someone, especially you.”
“…I know.”
“But do you?” Steve prods, “you said so yourself that he kinda looked out for you, almost better than your own brother did.”
“He did— but that’s just because I was with Chrissy’s brother and he was dating Chrissy.”
“That doesn’t matter, what does matter is that he’s a good guy— someone trustworthy. Make it right.”
With that Steve hung up.
You sit on the couch, head in your hands, feeling like a big pile of shit for what you did. Eddie wouldn’t understand. How could he? You blatantly accused him of doing something that you know in your heart and in your soul that he never could have done. Tears drop from your eyes and into your palms. You allow yourself to cry, something you hated doing, for a few minutes. Angry with yourself for the wrong that you did, but also hurting from the past. When your eyes were puffy and snot was sliding from your nose, you call it quits. Fanning your face you realize you still haven’t taken a shower yet this morning.
Making your way to the bathroom, you turn your head towards Eddie door, Steve was right, you needed to fix this.
But how?
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The shower was exactly what you needed. The scald from the water was helping ooze the booze from your pores as your dehydrated body soaked it up. Eddie didn’t deserve your harsh words, your accusatory statements, the way his face fell in horror when you screamed at him was burned into your memories, something you saw whenever your eyes were closed. You sit on the floor of the shower. You couldn’t tell him what was going on, you were stronger than that. You didn’t need his sympathy, his pity parade, you would get through this on your own just like you always had. You may have been wrong and and you should probably apologize but you dismiss the idea. What the hell does Steve Harrington know about it?
Eddie bangs on the door, bringing you back to reality.
“What?” You holler out.
“Hurry up so we can go get your car before you accuse me of stealing that too.” His voice is angry and hurt. Finishing up in the shower you leave the bathroom to see an impatient Eddie huffing around the living room, looking at his empty wrist as if he wore a watch and throwing his hands in the air.
“Christ will you hurry the fuck up? I’ve got places to be.”
“Oh fucking relax,” you pout, slamming your door and toweling off. You settle for a pair of denim shorts and a cotton t-shirt. When you reach for the comb to untangle your hair you hear obnoxious honking.
He wouldn’t.
Eddie is sitting in the van laying on the horn. Grabbing your ratty white keds you fly through the house, grabbing your purse and combing your hair as you fling yourself through the door. The pavement is hot on your feet, an exceptionally warm day for September. The hot sun and humid temperatures are the worst mix for a hangover.
Indian summer in full swing.
“Fuck I’m right here, knock it off!” He’s staring at you with dead eyes, hand planted on the horn until you slide your ass onto the cracked leather seat.
Without another word he throws the van in reverse and reaches a hand over to your headrest twisting his body, the cut off flannel he is wearing isn’t buttoned, the powdery musk of his deodorant burns your nose.
Nothing has changed with the old van, tape decks are still littered across the dash, stumped out in the cup holder are a mountain of cigarettes and joints. Too many pine scented Little Trees hanging from the rearview doing a horrible job of hiding the smell of weed. Judas Priest screams through the speakers. You place a foot on the dash to get your shoe on when suddenly you are lurching forward. Eddie taps the brakes.
“No feet on the dash.”
You set your face in a scowl, words bitter on your tongue, “yeah, cause my shoe is really going to hurt the value of this piece of shit. I’m just putting my fucking shoe on since some asshole with a small dick complex couldn’t wait five minutes.”
A mocking chuckle escapes Eddie’s throat, “you really are such a pleasure to be around, how did I get this lucky?.”
“And you’re such a prick,” you seethe, bending over and tying your shoe, “why did you even answer my ad in the paper? All we do is fight because you fucking hate me.”
He’s had enough, slamming his foot onto the pedal, Eddie turns towards you and spits, “Do you really think of me like that? A predator? Someone who would move in with you just to violate you the second you pass out?”
“No I—“
“All the years you’ve known me, you think I’d just up and turn into a fucking rapist?!”
“Jesus Christ Eddie!“
“No, I wanna know, right now,” he turns to you, eyes angry and filled with hurt, “do you get off on this shit? Treating people like they’re nothing? Automatically assuming the worst about someone because of where they grew up? I’m not like that Tooty, I’m not like my—“ he stops himself, pushing his tongue to his cheek, “you are not the girl I knew. I don’t even fucking recognize you.”
“The girl you knew was fourteen, Eddie! My biggest problem back then was wondering who I could convince to buy Boonesfarm for the weekend rager, shit changed. I changed! I had to adapt to shit that was way out of my control. And you don’t even know half of it!”
“You’re right, I don’t and I bet if I were to ask, you wouldn’t even tell me, so fuck it, where am I going?”
“What?”
“I can’t read your mind, where is your car parked?”
You tell him. And as soon as you pull alongside Louie’s and beside your car, you realize you don’t have the keys.
“Open the door. Get out.” Eddie spits in a condescending tone.
Looking at him and smiling, with an extra side of cunt you sing, “I don’t have my keys.”
“Of fucking course.”
Lighting up a cigarette and cranking the wheel Eddie flies through Hawkins. He misses the turn on Kerley to get back home. “Missed the turn,” you announce, putting your other shoe on.
Eddie takes a deep breath and sighs lips tight in a line and exhaling through his nose. “Groceries.” He says through gritted teeth.
Pulling into the grocery store parking lot, Eddie parks, taking up for spots, a tire in each one, before the van even stops moving he’s already out and slamming the door, flicking his cigarette across the parking lot. The heat of the day already high.
Finishing lacing up your other shoe you run across the parking lot to catch up to him. He already has a cart and is whizzing through the aisles before you finally see him. Reaching into your purse you unfold the list and take a look at it.
Dunakaroos
Twizzlers
Gobstoppers
Spaghetti o’s
Bologna
Mayo— NOT MIRACLE WHIP! And no it’s not for that.
Lotion, yes for that 😉
the soft bread, not the brown one.
Carton of reds
Case of Busch Light.
Sunny D
Red kool aid
Hot dogs
Cocoa Puffs
Sliced cheese
Baby food since you think I’m a child (just kidding, don’t be mad)
whatever chips you got with that salsa the one time
My milk— not that skim shit you drink
Your milk— the skim shit
Mac n Cheese
“What kind of a fucking list is this? Most of this shit is snacks.”
“Oh for fucks sake, what are you pissed about now?” Eddie says, dumping two bags of marshmallows into the cart.
You’ve never met a twenty-six year old that ate like he was dining at Willy Wonka’s Factory every night.
“Not a single fruit or vegetable!” You say, waving the list in his face.
“I smoke green, I don’t eat it. Unless you wanna make some pot brownies, I’d eat the shit out of those.” He throws a box of brownie mix into the cart for good measure.
You yank the cart from his hands and turn around, heading back to the produce aisle. He huffs when you place a paper bag of apples neatly in the cart, whines when the bananas sit by your purse, and almost passed out when the tomatoes and a head of lettuce make their way into the cart.
“You’re such a baby! Literally an overgrown man child in the flesh.” He’s walking in front of you mimicking you and whoops! The cart may have slipped out of your hands and made a fleeting dash towards his Achilles tendon, banging against.
“Ouch, Jesus Christ!” Eddie groans under his breath, holding his leg he glares towards you, shooting daggers.
“It slipped,” you smirk.
He scoffs and turns on his heel walking away. You finish in the produce aisle, looking through the boxes of noodles and calculating what you could make for dinner this week. Eddie comes back arms full, you only see his hair sticking out on each side of the three boxes of cereal, a 10 lb ham and seven tubes of cinnamon rolls. He drops them all into the cart with a heavy thud.
After crossing everything off the list and getting a few more things despite Eddie’s protesting exhales, you have a cart full. He seems to have calmed down by the time you make it to the beer fridge, taking two thirty packs of Busch Light and putting them on the bottom of the cart, he rips the side of one of them open and takes a can out. Cracking it open in the middle of the store, downing it. The light colored lager is spilling down his chin, into the collar of his open shirt. He tosses it into a lady’s cart as she’s walking past, wiping the foam from his lips and belching loudly.
You roll your eyes, “You can’t wait until we’re home?”
“What?” He says, looking at you with a stupid grin, “I’m gonna pay for it.”
Waiting in the checkout aisle he cracks another one as he unloads the groceries onto the conveyor belt with one hand. Tossing most of the items onto the belt and grabbing another beer and chugging it. The checkout lady puts her nose in the air and huffs a disapproving grunt.
“I was thirsty.”
“You’re so imp—” your insult is cut short when your eyes sweep over him.
It had been a full two years since you had seen him last. His blonde hair was combed to the side like it always was. The blue of his icy eyes still burned holes through you like dry ice to the exposed skin. The navy blue suit jacket and white Oxford shirt with a red patterned tie and the tan khakis he was wearing suggested he was coming from a late Sunday brunch after church. Awful crippling memories of spending hours ironing those pants to make sure the creases were perfect cloud your memory, you unconsciously hold the two fingers on your left hand, the ones that held misshaped triangle burn scars.
You don’t realize that Eddie is talking or that you’ve stopped moving until the shape of his curly head shakes in front of you. Your breath is hitched in your chest, you feel small. Physically and mentally.
Two years without seeing the face that was the sole purpose of most of the fear in your life. Two years without seeing the demon grin and crazy twitch in his eye. You were frozen in place and your blood ran cold.
It was evil in its truest form. Standing in the checkout behind you— stood Chad Cunningham.
Eddie couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on. Putting the grocery sacks in the cart, he turns to look in your line of vision. He doesn’t recognize him at first. But the strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes ran in the Cunningham blood. He was with a woman, who was so obviously pregnant she seemed like she was about to burst. Judging from the horrific way your eyes were bulged out of your head and the way your body was almost catatonic, Eddie figured it was time to get the fuck out of here. Reaching in his pocket for his wallet he paid the cashier and impatiently waited for the change, keeping his eyes on you.
You were trembling with fear. Not from the sudden run in with an ex but something much deeper than that. Eddie places his hands on your shoulders and looks into your eyes, “let’s go sweetheart,” he whispers gently, he crowds behind you and puts a small hand on your back, guiding you forward towards the automatic doors. Eddie keeps his head on a swivel for Chad.
The woman who was with him was waddling towards the bathroom, his eyes never leaving your body. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Chad puffed out his chest and said, “Lookin’ good honey bun, I will say though, the downgrade,” he points to Eddie, “..yikes.”
The nickname made your skin crawl. You never liked it, and he knew that. He only said it to get a rise out of you, which was successful. “See you soon,” he gloated, smiling with perfectly straight teeth, eyes never meeting his smile.
You don’t make it five feet outside before the shock wears off and the tears stream down your face in salty waves. Eddie takes control of the cart with his left hand and ushers you forward with his right, minimal pressure on the small of your back as he keeps his head on a swivel, dark curtain of curls crowding his eyes as he moves his head around.
Unlocking the doors he helps you in, buckling your seatbelt and saying he’d be back in thirty seconds. The back doors of the van fly open as Eddie all but tosses the groceries into the back. At thirty seconds exactly, Eddie is back in the van, starting it and roaring out of the parking lot.
He still didn’t know what happened with Chad, but it wouldn’t take an absolute idiot to know that it was bad. Really fucking bad. He looks over to you and your head is stuffed into your shirt, your knees under your chin and you’re rocking back and forth on the seat.
“Five minutes, Tooty— we’ll be home in less than five minutes, okay?” Eddie says, frantically. He’s trying to stay calm. Trying to be the voice of reason, composed and serene. But he is horrified. Scared to death at how you responded to seeing Chad. How your body froze up and your face looked as if you weren’t breathing. Even now, hearing you gasp for air as your body shook and swayed with each turn he made. He slams on the gas, pausing slightly at stop signs and ignoring any yield signs.
He parks in the driveway, coming around to help you out of the van. Just like he did last night, he carries you, only this time you remember it. Your body is shaking violently, chest racked with sobs. His chest is wet with tears from your face being buried into it. He’s whispering to you that everything will be okay. Opening the door he kicks it shut with his boot. He brings you into your room and sits you on your bed, you’re cradled in his lap, like a parent would hold a child. He caresses your head, holding you closer to him. His warm breath in your hair grounds you. You feel him lean forward grabbing on your nightstand for something, the phone.
He dials the number without even thinking. Waiting impatiently on the other end as a familiar voice answers.
“Hello?” Steve breathes boredly into the phone.
Eddie sighs with relief, “Harrington, it’s me.”
“Oh God, listen dude I don’t know what to te—“
“Shut up, Steve.” Eddie interrupts, “listen—something, happened.”
Steve almost chokes on his popcorn, frantically firing off questions. “What? What’s going on? Is she okay? Are you okay?”
“Ye—no, I mean—“ Eddie is stuttering and trying to explain, “we ran into Chad at the gro—“
“I’m on my way!”
The line goes dead and Eddie hears dial tone. He sets the phone back in the holder and wraps a blanket around you. Your heart is racing and you can’t even form words. You haven’t had a panic attack in over a year. It feels like the world is crashing in on you, the walls are tight and shrinking, the whole room feels smaller by the minute. Eddie’s voice is gentle and soothing, like a warm cup of coffee on a cold winter morning.
“Can you take a deep breath for me?” He murmurs, “try to match your breathing with mine.” He remembers what he was taught as a kid. His emotions always ran high and Wayne would have to settle him down, get him to take deep breaths.
He’s rubbing soft circles into your back. Rocking you back and forth. You try to speak but all that comes out are gasps and the whirling noise of sharp intake of breath.
Steve and Robin make it to the house in record time, running to your room and taking everything in. Your disheveled appearance brings Steve to his knees in front of Eddie. Grabbing your hand and squeezing letting you know it was going to be okay.
You slide off Eddie’s lap and lay on the bed, curled in a ball. Robin lays beside you. Brushing your hair from your face with her fingers.
Steve pulls Eddie out of your room with great force he didn’t want to leave but he didn’t know how to help.
“I’m sorry— fuck man, I’m sorry for calling you — I just— she just locked up. She couldn’t talk, she couldn’t move!” He runs his hands down his face, trying to will the tears away. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“Hey, give yourself a break, you got her home, she’s safe,” Steve says patting Eddie on the back, “so explain what happened.”
Eddie begins explaining from when you both got to the grocery store. He goes into detail how distraught you seemed, how your body was rigid and full of fear. The burn of tears threatening to spill from his eyes has him blinking quick before they fall. Steve listens intently, face warped with shock and disbelief.
Throwing his head back and running his hands down his face Steve lets out a loud exhale and throws his hands on his hips, “fuck I hate that guy.”
“Yeah he seems like a fucking psycho,” Eddie agrees, “but what the fuck is going on?! I mean yeah they dated but, I don’t stiff up like that when I run into Chrissy or Trish.”
A shiver runs down his spine as he thinks of how upset you were, your body crumbling with fear the minute you made it into the van. Anxiety trickling through your body like electricity to a wire. He hated to admit it but he was scared for you.
Remembering the groceries in the back of the van, the two guys brave the sweltering heat to retrieve them. Eddie starts to put the items away, Steve rolls his eyes watching him put the canned items in the small cabinet designed for spices, the endless snacks he purchased thrown on the counter nestled up against the flour canister and slamming the lettuce into the fridge like a bowling ball.
Eddie could give a rats ass where the things went, he was worried and getting a headache from wondering if you were going to be okay. Half thinking he should find where good ol Chad lived and pay him a nice little visit. Only three tires slashed and the insurance won’t cover it.
Throwing the groceries sacks in the garbage and making his way to the living room, sitting down on the couch, he sits with his elbows on his knees, bouncing them in quick repetitions. “So are you gonna tell me what’s going on or should I put a paper fortune teller on my fingers and we can decide what’s wrong with Tooty with the help of crayola markers?”
The wailing cries and sobs have dissipated in the last half hour, only Robin’s soothing words can be heard now.
“Dude, it’s not my place to say,” Steve says, “it’s one thing to tell you about her parents and Kevin, but this—“ he takes another deep breath, running his hands through his thick tufts of hair, “this is 100 times worse than that,” Steve explains lowering his head.
“…But you’re right, you’re her roommate and you should know what happened.”
Eddie nods his head slowly, silently agreeing with everything Steve had said. Standing quickly and pacing around the living room, his mind is running a million miles a minute. The fight you two had didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered to him in this moment— the only thing on his mind for the past twelve hours— was you.
Steve stands and runs his fingers through his hair, placing his hands on the waist of the old fading green gym shorts he was wearing. “I’m gonna go talk to her, and when you guys are done, I’m gonna make you guys something to eat. I’m sure you idiots haven’t eaten today given the timing of when shit hit the fan.”
Eddie nods again, biting the fingernails on his right hand until they bled, a habit he hadn’t done since he was a teen, facing possible jail time for destructing private property when he spray painted, “Your mom swallowed EM’s monster cock” on the front doors of Hawkins High. He was pacing, itching for a cigarette. Pulling the pack from his flannel breast pocket he goes outside and sits on the concrete steps, lighting up.
Three squashed cigarette butts sit next to him on the step before Steve finds him. Eddie stands and stubs the cigarette out blowing smoke out of the crooked twist of his lips away from Steve’s face. The nicotine helped take the edge off but he was still anxious, fidgeting his rings.
“H-how is she?” Eddie asks apprehensively, “can I talk to her?”
“She’s better, taking deep breaths and relaxing as best as he can, she’s gonna explain everything, just give her space— let her talk and don’t ask anything until she’s finished.”
“Yeah, ‘f course.”
“Alright. Robin is gonna help me make supper,” Steve says holding opening the front door, face in a grimace he jokes, “wish me luck.”
Eddie was the one who thought he himself needed the luck, he was scared shitless that you were afraid of him.
He walks gently to your room and knocks softly on the door with one knuckle, palm facing him. He remembers just hours ago how he was standing at this very door, and how very different he felt then.
“Come in,” Robin chirps.
Eddie takes a quick breath holding it as he steps foot into your room. You’re sitting on your bed cross legged, blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Your eyes are red rimmed and tissues surrounding you, a cemetery of drying tears. You look at him and muster a smile, a twitch of your lips raising at the corners.
“Well, I’m needed as a sous chef in kitchen a la Harrington,” Robin says brightly, standing from the bed and skipping towards the door. When she passes Eddie she touches his arm squeezing and giving him a reassuring nod.
Eddie stands with his hands stuffed in his pockets as the door clicks shut. You both don’t say anything for a while, you’re twirling the end of the pillowcase in your lap and he’s burning holes with his eyes into the carpet.
“I’m really sorry, Eddie,” you say quietly, “I’m—“ your voice catches in your throat, sore from the the wailing, “I’m hoping that when I’m done telling you, you’ll be able to understand..”
He nods and leans against the wall. Hands wrapped around his triceps.
“Before I explain— I just need you to know that only Robin, Steve, Nancy, and her parents know about this— not my parents, or Kev or anyone else— and now you.
Eddie’s face is full of concern, he whispers an “okay,” and you continue.
“I can’t remember but I’m pretty sure that you and Chrissy started dating around the same time that Chad and I did, and as you remember I’m sure, Chad and I were together almost all the time. When you graduated, and my sophomore year was the year my parents moved away— things changed with him. He was suddenly callous about everything, needing control of who I was with and when. Mostly he was pissed that I was staying with the Wheeler’s. He always thought I was cheating on him with Mike.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, the Mike Wheeler he knew wouldn’t know what to do if a chick laid butt naked in his bed. Probably piss himself.
You work the corner of the pillow case in your fingers as you keep going, “The first time he hit me was on a night that I told him I couldn’t hang out because Mrs. Wheeler wanted everyone home for supper. He called me a slut and told me that I should just go and fuck Mike already even though he knew I wasn’t.”
Eddie’s eyes flicker with anger when you admit that Chad hit you, his fists clenched together tightly. With your head down and looking away from him you continue, your voice wobbly.
“We didn’t even have sex yet, at that time, I wasn’t ready. After he hit me, I thought we should break up. He followed me around, begging me to take him back and like the naive kid that I was, I did. He would be sweet for a few weeks, and then it was like a flip would switch and he’d back hand me for giving Lucas a pencil during History, pulled my hair out in chunks when Mike brought me to school, he even choked me until I passed out when Dustin sat next to me at lunch. He was extremely jealous of everyone around him, and couldn’t handle seeing anyone he didn’t ‘approve of’ be near me. He hated that I worked at Family Video, he would show up almost every shift and wait in the store for me to clock out, even threatening to kick Steve’s ass on more than one occasion. He finally gave up on that when I told him Steve was dating Robin, just so I could go to work in peace.”
Eddie’s gut is rolling, the anger boiling in his blood, his nostrils are flared, it is taking everything in him to not react the way he wants to, a simple trailer park style beating to Chad’s car, his face, whatever would hurt the little prick more. Heads would fucking roll if Eddie ever got ahold of him.
“It didn’t end there. Like I said, we weren’t having sex because I wasn’t ready, I had enough shit going on with my parents up and leaving and buying all the concealer that Melvald’s carried to cover up the bruises.”
You take a shaky breath, fighting back tears for as long as you could. Chewing the inside of your lip and un crossing your legs, bringing your knees to your chest you continue.
“Af—After prom our junior year, we were driving around and he was drinking, I just wanted to go home but he didn’t. He parked way outside of town on the south side, on some dead end road… I mouthed off to him about how cliche it was to lose our virginities on prom night and the next thing I knew,” your voice pitches to a high volume, your lips are tight as you remember the pain you felt in your head from him knocking you out, the way his hands were groping your body, “I was waking up to him on top of me, and inside of me.”
The dam breaks, the tears fall from your eyes like rain in the spring time. You throw your head back against your headboard and sniff loudly, your palms pressed to your eyes.
Eddie doesn’t know what to do, he’s afraid if he tried to comfort you it would only cause you more pain. Against his better judgment he stands and walks towards the bed, scooting across the lavender bedspread he sits across from you, reaching for your ankle and tenderly squeezing it, letting you know that he was there.
“I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life then when I was dating him,” you sniffle and reach for the tissues, blowing your nose loudly, “Eddie, this went on for years, it didn’t fucking stop. After senior year, he didn’t want me to go to college, because I would be too far away from him, and we argued and he kicked me out on the opposite side of town with two swelling black eyes. By the time I made it back to the Wheeler’s, my eyes were almost shut. That night, I told Ted and a very hysterical, Karen everything, and they called the cops. Of course, Tim Cunningham was the state prosecutor at the time, so it didn’t go far— Hop did what he could but there was never any judgment made against Chad, and everything was over after that.”
“I went to beauty school with Nance, and when we moved back home, I was living in the little apartments off of Sawmill Road, he found out where I was and broke in, luckily Steve and Robin were my neighbors so they heard everything and came running before he could hurt me.
“After that.. Ted and Karen bought this place for Nancy and I and last year I saved up enough and bought it from them. Last I heard, Chad had moved to Indianapolis and was working for his uncle at the law firm until he finished school. I haven’t seen him in over two years— anyway,” you finish, wiping your eyes, and blowing your nose once more, “that’s the story.”
Eddie doesn’t know where to begin, he partially is taking the blame for what happened to you, knowing that if he were there, if he had stuck it out with Chrissy maybe he could have seen the signs, maybe he could have stopped it before it ever started, maybe he could have put that little fucker in his place and made him think twice about ever touching you again. He’s full of regret, full of shame and turmoil as he thinks about how you must have been feeling this morning.
“Oh, Tooty.” Eddie starts his eyes glistening with wetness, heart aching for you, “I’m so sorry, Jesus Christ, I— I don’t even… Fuck! I should have been around.”
“There wasn’t anything anyone could have done— he’s a lunatic.” You take a breath and look down at his hand on your ankle, abandoning the thought of reaching for it at the last minute, “I know you would never do something to hurt me, or anyone— I’m sorry about last night Eddie. I just, I don’t ever get drunk enough to not remember what happened. Not after the shit I’ve been through. ” You fold your arms into your self, wrapping around your ribs, in a small voice you whisper, “and today when I couldn’t remember, I was fucking terrified—going right back to how I felt that night when I was sixteen.”
In the van today, he fully intended on chewing you out, making you feel about three inches tall. He had been accused of many different things during his teenage years. Hell he even spent a night or two in jail after fighting a guy in Indianapolis when he threw a beer at Gareth. But one thing Wayne taught him was to respect women. Sure he wasn’t the average guy, his lever leaned a little further towards pervert than most. But he would never hurt a woman. The way you looked right now scared him. Like you were afraid to be near him. Unsure if he would scream at you or worse. And it broke his heart.
“Sweetheart,” he says, leaning forward, finger dipping under your chin and tilting your head up so you were looking right at him. A fresh brim of tears clung to your lashes, “as long as I’m here, being the thorn in your side, pain in the ass, good looking mother fucker that I am— you don’t ever have to be scared again.”
You shutter, body exhausted and giving in, letting the tears fall.
“Promise?”
Your doe eyes are wet and staring into his, the swirling chocolate of his eyes, melted as he looks into your soul. Shedding any walls around his heart, baring himself of his discretions, his eyes are deeper than the galaxy. You swear you’ve never seen anything prettier in your life. You can feel your frigid heart thawing for the first time in years.
“Always.”
You never thought a single word could have so much meaning, a sense of security washed over you with Eddie’s promising word. A silent devotion from his eyes of keeping you safe and out of harm's way. You felt your soul open up to him. A higher power bringing you closer to him. You reach down and grab his hand. Rubbing the rough knuckles and tracing the rings on his fingers. An angel’s smile dances on Eddie’s lips. He decides right there, in that moment, that he would be whatever you needed. For as long as you needed him. Because he needed you.
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SEE YOU IN VOLUME VI
a/n: hope you enjoyed this, it was a little rough but the next chapter is pure fluff 💋
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Velvette x reader, with another disigner! Reader, you have a rival like relationship with her and reader gets on her nerves but one day they meet a show and things happen from there that make Velvette want to seek out reader for comfort pls.
Fashion designer! reader comforting Velvette
I so gotcha! Sorry this took so long. Wanted to make it perfect. Enjoy!
Masterlist Taglist Velvette
You and Velvette have always been rivals, ever since you made your appearance as a fashion designer
There was something about your designs that contrasted Velvette’s entirely. Instead of the bold colors her outfits have that match the aesthetic of hell, you’re is on the more softer side of colors. Pastels, hot pinks, yellows all that
And believe me, you weren’t sure at first it would do well considering how hellish hell is, but holy shit it did amazing.
It pissed Velvette off that people have no taste these days, scrolling through your social media platform, disgust being evident
You tried to get along with her but girl was NOT having it and would refuse to get along because you were her competition
Like maybe you saw her at your first show with other fashion designers and she snapped at you for thinking you’re the shit, when you genuinely didn’t.
You couldn’t give one less fuck about her behavior, and it fueled you to work harder, to become better
And it soared you even closer to besting her, and you were getting even more on her nerves
It would be a while until you two see each other face to face, it was at another fashion show with very select fashion agencies invited.
You and Velvette were both well aware of the other agency invited, they were mean, brutal and determined to surpass you and Velvette.
You two begrudgingly decided to keep close eyes together on them, which meant you two having to put up with each other.
The threats being made to both of you two tonight were going to an extremely dangerous length
You had security high on your models for the show, and Velvette did as well, but no one knew what was going to happen to Velvette
You were making sure your models were getting their makeup up to your standards, when you would hear Velvette screaming at one of her models
“Are you fucking serious! Which one of those fuckers did that? No one drink the water someone drugged it! Those absolute pricks!”
Velvette was pissed, grabbing one of the security guards screaming at them for not doing their job
You don’t think you’ve ever seen her lose control like now. She was frantically making calls and you just kept quiet trying to calm your models, as you check to make sure their water bottles haven’t been tampered with
One of her models were down, she was on last but she couldn’t find anyone in time to fill that position
She locked herself in her dressing room . The first agency went on while she was freaking out internally, while you had to watch your models but you were concerned for her.
Your phone buzzed, and when you checked it you didn’t expect Velvette to message you. Considering how she only texted you regarding the threat of the new company arising
“Get your ass in here”
“Please”
You never heard her say please so you instantly yelled at your security to not fuck anything up and quickly made your way there, knocking as she opened the door, her usually perfect hair slightly frizzed, her eyes slightly puffed from crying, most likely out of frustration
“Those assholes sabotaged me, drugging one of my models! Mine! Who do they think they are!”
She would walk away from the door in a panic as you walk in after her
“I.. I don’t know what to do Y/N, I usually don’t have this problem but of course this had to happen”
You’ve never seen her so vulnerable to you, or anyone, it genuinely shocked you
“Velvette, you can use one of my models if you need to”
“I don’t want your sloppy seconds! I need someone new!”
“Then have me go on”
The way she turned her head so quick it must’ve given her whiplash
“You being fucking serious?”
“You need a new model, I’m new. That bitch won’t back down and if they see you like this? Shit they’ll think you’re weak. What’s more intimidating hm? Seeing you having a breakdown, or seeing their two competitors working together for once, consider this being a collaboration between us. They’ll cry of embarrassment”
You walked up to her with a smirk. She returned the smirk almost instantly
“You’re not so useless now are you? Then so be it, tonight we collaborate”
After your models walked it was Velvette’s turn. All of her original models came out, all the designs had last minute changes, pastels and lighter colors suddenly being adjusted to fit with the dark style as well that lingered in the design.
You came out last with Velvette, wearing one of her designs and she wore yours. You both had shit eating grins on your face as Velvette made the official announcement of your collaboration
And when you saw your competitors face? You two had to physically stop yourselves from laughing your ass off
Dude was so panicked at that information they instantly left.
Oh how it was to be the most powerful of the fashion industry
You and Velvettte might not of been close
But oh how revenge can bring two stubborn people together.
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Top 5 color?
Ooo interesting question, and I have such different answers to this:
It's funny cause lighting design is one of my favorite things and yet I never talk about it. For uses of lighting, I have two favorites for the year:
Moonlight Chicken
gif from @wanderlust-in-my-soul
The warmth of Jim and Li Ming's home, the cold of Heart and Wen's home, the way the light slowly dims throughout the entirety of Wen and Alan's break up? Moonlight Chicken has some of the best, most thoughtful, and incredibly interesting uses of lighting of the BLs I've seen from 2023. (Fun fact! Orange and blue lighting color combination is probably my favorite lighting combo because it's so gorgeous).
Playboyy
Playboyy is certainly a messy messy show, and I don't think it is using it's lighting intentionally like Aof was in Moonlight Chicken, but it is getting fucking creative and artistic with some of it's lighting and I love that shit. They've been going hard on the reds and the purples in this show and I support it.
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For my absolute favorite color moment of the year, I have to give that to:
What Did You Eat Yesterday?
gif by @my-rose-tinted-glasses
Shiro getting him and Kenji matching aprons for Kenji's birthday. The colors may not match, there may not be a color exchange, but holy mother of god this scene absolutely destroyed me. Shiro has grown so much throughout the course of this show and it makes me so fucking emotional.
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My singular favorite use of color in a show this year:
Last Twilight
gif by @tomystars
Once again Aof is taking the crown for such intentional uses of color. I don't care here if the pink has an actual meaning to the color, what I care about is what this shirt does to show Mhok's character, grant some autonomy to Day, and give you a sense of how Day's vision works. Which, I know the show has been doing pretty consistently throughout, but you can really see here why bright neon colors work really well for Day, and why Mhok 100% puts those bright neon yellow laces on Day's old shoes.
and finally...
Net's skin
gif by @ueasking
Net has such a gorgeous skin tone, and @neuroticbookworm and I weep every time some magazine, show, or other promo photo lightens his skin. Honestly I am personally not vibing with Middleman's Love but both Net and James look so good in it.
ASK ME MY TOP 5 OF ANYTHING BL 2023
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what do you think the most stellar examples of arknights' vfx are?
Okay so there are a lot of examples, so I'm going to try to keep my description of each one short. Unsurprisingly, most of my favorite effects are on more recent, paid skins for fan-favorite/meta 6* operators, since those are the ones they put their whole ass into.
Executor the Ex Foedere. The way that it weaves blasts of light and the shapes of Sankta wings into his shotgun blasts is absurdly creative. Perfect for a saint of Laterano.
Passenger's Skin. Specifically his S3. Stellar lightning is a weird pitch, but it's so fucking beautiful that it works. This is the effect that convinced me that I might enjoy being a VFX artist after all, not fucking kidding.
Jessica Alter. Look. Her skills are underwhelming as fuck, they're all the same shot effects every time. But. Do you genuinely understand how amazing these gunshots look? Do you know how hard it is to make a stylized gunshot that doesn't just look like magic? These are breathtakingly good. The glass shattering on hit genuinely made my jaw drop when I first saw it.
Eyjafjalla the Hvit Aska. It's hard to make a healer that genuinely looks unique, but Eyjalter's dreamlike colors and flat effects manage to bring the visual style of So Long Adele into every map and make it look reasonable with the artstyle.
Kirin R Yato. Monster Hunter's effects are extremely distinct, and seeing them recreate MH's style in Arknights' is really lovely. My one sorrow is that I wish there was more lightning, since like. Kirin.
Lin. Glass is a legitamately hard thing to pull off because it so often just looks like crystal, but leaning more into glass dust and shards makes it work perfectly. Her skin is also quite pretty, but it loses the glass look that made me love Lin to begin with.
Reed the Flame Shadow. Holy fucking shit holy fucking shit holy fucking shit holy fucking shit fire made of flowers?? The way the fire looks secondary to the whole thing while being undeniably present is stunning. Her skin is nowhere near as good tho.
Penance. Penance has such a stunning aesthetic that it immediately endeared me to her. Her vibe of gilded thorny chains carries to her effects and it works.
Texas the Omertosa. Fucking. Duh. It's hard to make a normal sword swipe look unqiue but Texas nails it. Her skin's effects are even more stunning, even if the animations are awful.
Minimalist. It's hard to make effects that are minimalist and still look good.
Specter the Unchained + Skin. I need to specificially call out her skin. Her skin may be one of my favorite pieces of effects at all time. The colors, the aegirian poetry as part of the visuals, the stellar water, it's all practically perfect.
Kazemaru. A sleeper hit!! She's got a lot going on with the "paper-controlling ninja whose clone has a completely unique aesthetic" thing so it seems like she might be too busy, but it manages to pull it off. Shoutouts to her clone's spawn, which actually does the slash mesh slightly wrong intentionally because the ring look actually helps a lot.
Goldenglow. It's rare that I see a lightning character and say "I have never seen anything like that before in my life" and Goldenglow's pink and blue stylized lightning genuinely shocked me.
Ling (Does it Wash The Strings). If you want my choice for best VFX in the game, this would at least be in running for first. It's flashy as hell, but manages to not be overbearing. The S3 dragon attacking with mountains rising from the earth alone is stunning, but the normal attack impact is my favorite part of the entire thing. It's so simple and elegant and stylish.
Amiya Guard. Amiya's Guard form is the combination of Amiya's Arts, Sarkaz Arts, Ch'en's swordfighting, the normal AK Arts and sword design languages, and a tiny bit of weird space tech to represent the Precursors. And it manages to come together to something that feels really cohesive while still drawing attention to how incongruous these elements are. The effects actively tell the story of Amiya - a girl with big shoes to fill, carrying the legacy of so many.
Ceobe, and her Unfettered Freedom skin. At this point in Arknights' lifespan, they had a much more defined visual language for how Casters look compared to melee units. Ceobe, being a Caster who throws fucking enchanted melee weapons instead of casting spells? So she combines their languages, with the buildup and trails of Arts casters and impacts of melee units, it's subtle and I love it. Unfettered Freedom deserves a special shoutout because I love geometric magic so fucking much.
Conviction's Skin. Why is this so good they're a joke operator.
Dorothy's Skin. I may have mixed opinions on this skin, but the effects are objectively stunning. I am personally heartbroken that she doesn't have the sand anymore, but that's a personal thing. I also don't like that her S3's range is obfuscated by the explosion but again that's nitpicking.
There's probably WAY more that I've missed and even more I cut for time, but those are my favorites after browsing the list of operators and skins for like, two hours straight. If there are a few I missed... Look, this list is this long already.
Also note that I didn't really list enemies or anything other than playable operators. Their enemy effects are usually... servicable, with a few standout exceptions with Talulah and Frostnova.
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JUST BABY GURL GHOSTLY THINGS, PART II.
Remember those ugly-ass grizzly bear slippers you got him as a gag gift? Well, jokes on you, babe, because he'll absolutely wear them in the house. And will stare anybody down who comments on them. Fuck you, Soap. Now get a matching pair so he doesn't look crazy by himself.
Doing your makeup better than you do your own makeup. What the fuck? ("Comes with the job." "What job? All you do is put face paint around your eyes." "Exactly." "....")
Being lowkey amused when Shadow and Blondie prevent you from kissing him. Goes double when you get out of bed and they take your spot next to him. Shadow can and will put her paw on your face if you get too close to his. You can practically see the bastard laughing with his eyes.
The almost inaudible sigh of exasperation when every time you hug him, your hands always manage to clutch his ass. ALWAYS. NEVER HIS WAIST, GODDAMNIT. ("Didn't know my waist was so low." "Mmm, me neither. ♥️")
Staring down folks staring at him when you take Blondie out for one of his daily walks. You're also watching folks watch him when y'all walk Blondie. What, they've never seen a big scary guy walk his cute ass dog before? Is that it? ...Or maybe, just maybe, it's the fucking sling you bought to carry Shadow in so she won't feel left out. ("Why would she feel left out? She's a cat." "Yeah, but you know how much she likes to be around you! It'll break her little heart if we didn't bring her along.") They didn't have the color you wanted so it's pink. It's fucking pink. ("Nice bag you got there, Lt." "Can it, Soap.")
Him sometimes giving you a snarky remark when you give him a compliment. Easier to take away from the fact that his cheeks are burning. ("You know, you have really nice eyelashes." "Good genes." "Uh, "thank you" maybe, Simon?" "I just said that." "You asshole.")
It's hard for him to fall asleep. In the event that he does, it's hard for him to stay asleep. You find out the reason why he's such a cuddle bug at night is that it helps him sleep as best he can. Helps keep the nightmares at bay a good portion of the time, too.
The blank, unimpressed stare he gave when he caught you doing your best Ghost impression with the rest of the 141 as your audience. ("What?" "At least get my voice right." "What the hell? Your voice sounds like you swallowed gravel your whole life, how the hell am I supposed to do that? "You'll make it work.")
Introducing him to, I don't know, the Sims. Against his will. Because of reasons (you think it'll help him de-stress). You play together and holy shit, he's actually good at it. Too bad you never really cared to hone your Sims' cooking skills. All that hard work went in a blaze. Damn. Simon stares, you giggle nervously, and the Grim Reaper is vibing amidst the destruction.
Texting him throughout the day (because why not?) and getting mad when he doesn't answer the way you want him to. For example: "Ayy, gorgeous, you got a band-aid 'cause I scraped my knee when I fell for you. ❤️ " "At least you didn't break anything." "Simon, what the fuck?"
#simon 'ghost' riley#simon 'ghost' riley x reader#call of duty modern warfare 2#ghost x reader#just ghostly things.#modern queue-fare.
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fish ask game
tentacrool - how many arms is the perfect amount of arms
horsey - you ever ride a pokemon and was it fun
seaking - whats the most beautiful part of yourself (you cant say nothing i dont want none of that self-deprecating shit)
magikarp - what kind of secret talent u got
lantern - whats the coolest electric pokemon ever
remorid - how good is ur aim
sharpedo - whats the last thing u ate
barbroach - whats the slimiest thing u ever touched
feebas - whos ur favorite fish pokemon of all time
huntail (this one is badass holy shit) - could u kill a man
luvdisc - do u have a partner or partners and do u ever want a partner or partners
lumaneon - can u swim like at all or do u need floaties
frillish - whats scariest thing u ever did see
alommom- fuck- alolo- shit- alomalo- the bigger pink one - can u spell stuff
skelp - whats the most badass costume u ever wore
bruxish - whats ur favorit color and also second favorite color
tapu feni (this one is like a fish in disguise i looked it up) - u ever meet a legend pokemon
arrowcuda - could u outswim an arrowcuda
basculegend - whos ur best friends
dondozo - do u watch any sports and what team are u rootin for
tatsujeri - whats the tastiest shit u ever did darn taste
chi yu - whats ur most prized possesion. not the most expensive just something u really like
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The Color Pink (Part 11)
This one was fun to write.
Theodore had stayed up the night before. Their date together and the fact that he asked her out had given him a second wind of energy. He was up late and didn't head to bed until around 3 a.m., and even then it took him forever to fall asleep. With that said, he slept in late. At least, he tried to. He woke up to his cell phone ringing. He ignored it the first time, but it started to ring again. "Hello," he answered tiredly.
"Boss! Boss," the person spoke frantically.
"Huh?"
"It's me, Dougie!"
Theodore sighed grumpily. "Why are you waking me up? What the fuck do you want?"
"I just saw the new edition of the 'Tower Today' magazine! You're on the cover!"
"Okay, and? I've been on the cover a million times."
"No, no, you don't get it! You're on the cover... with a girl!"
Theo jumped out of bed in a panic. "WHAT?!"
"I'm serious! It says you have some sort of mystery girl!"
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
"Boss, what-"
Theodore hung up the phone. He went outside and checked the mail. In his mailbox was the magazine. He looked at it. The cover was a picture of him and Hazel kissing in Picnic Park. The title read:
"The Noise's New 'Mystery Girl'!"
His panic worsened. He didn't want this to leak into the media, but it happened so quickly. The paparazzi is always around, always stalking. He flipped to the page that the story was on.
The tower's biggest celebrity, The Noise, has seemingly found romance with an unknown woman. The two have been seen holding hands, hugging, and kissing over the course of a few months. There are currently no leads as to who she is, but fans are intrigued and desperate to find out.
An anonymous lead has said that she has been seen in The Pig City with him several times. They were first seen together at Ramen Spot. They have also been seen in Picnic Park several times.
There was a picture of them running together in the rain.
Theodore was too panicked to read the rest of the story. He immediately called up Hazel. The line rang a few times before she answered, "Hello?"
"Hazel! It's me!"
"Whoa, are you okay?"
"No! We made the cover of 'Tower Today' magazine!"
"We? What do you mean 'we'?"
"They're onto us! The paparazzi saw us together EVERYWHERE! There's pictures of us in Picnic Park in the rain, another one of us from our date yesterday-"
"Okay, okay, calm down!"
"You don't understand. The paparazzi are ruthless. They have no sense of boundaries. They will surround you like a zoo animal."
"Ugh, please. They don't even know who I am."
"No, not yet, but when they find you, they will hoard around you like zombies!"
"I'm sure I can handle them. I'll be fine."
"Okay, uh..." He checked the time. "Look, I have to go to work. I'm not gonna say anything about our relationship. Please, don't take it personally. I just don't want the media to get into this."
"Alright, whatever you say. Have a good day at work."
"Oh, fuck, I'm scared."
"Relax! Just don't say anything, like you said."
"Okay, okay," he sighed. "I'll call you later."
"Okay, bye."
Noise got ready for work. His stomach was turning. He didn't think the media would be so quick! He put on a hoodie and sweatpants and put his costume in a bag. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by the paparazzi on his way to work. He snuck out of his house, incredibly paranoid.
As he approached the NTV building, there was a crowd of people outside the door. Dougie was doing his best to clear them out. He saw The Noise and waved him over. Theodore ran and tried to charge through the crowd. People tried grabbing at him and asking him questions. He covered his face as he trudged through the crowd.
"Mr. Noise, over here!"
"Mr. Noise, who is she?"
"Mr. Noise, what do you have to say about your new romance?"
Noise ignored all of them and ran through the door. Dougie followed and locked the doors behind them. Noise huffed and puffed in an attempt to catch his breath.
"Holy fuck," Theo sighed. "I can't do this. It's like the jail incident all over again!"
"Jail incident?" Dougie asked.
"Long story short, I went to jail for something stupid. After I got out, the paparazzi swarmed me."
"That doesn't surprise me."
"Fuck you, Dougie!"
"Whoa!"
"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a little on edge here."
"Who even is she?"
"Don't worry about it."
"She looks like the girl who brought us all coffee that one day."
"Shut the fuck up, Dougie!"
"She is, isn't she?"
Noise put his hands on Dougie's shoulders and dug his sharp claws into him. His eyes were red, and his teeth were sharp. "Stop. Asking. Questions. Dougie." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Noise, you're hurting me!"
"Are you gonna stop asking questions?" He dug his claws in deeper.
"Yes! I'm sorry!"
"Good!" He let go and turned back to normal.
He dashed back to set and into his dressing room. He was incredibly flustered. He was still a little anxious. There was a knock at the door.
"FUCK OFF!" He answered oh so kindly.
"Um... It's me, Mary," she spoke. "I have to do your makeup. Can I come in?"
"No! Yes! I don't know!"
Mary opened the door slowly and peeked in. "Feeling antsy?"
"Of course I am! Just... come in." He sat in the chair.
Mary walked in and over to the vanity. She flipped on the lights and put down her makeup set on the dresser.
"Mary," he said, "be honest with me."
"I always am."
He looked at her with red, angry eyes. "Did you say anything?"
"About?"
"You know DAMN well what this is about!"
Mary put her hands on her hips. "Hey, we talked about the attitude-"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?! WERE YOU THE 'ANONYMOUS SOURCE'?!"
Mary inhaled deeply. "Attitude. Watch it."
"Sorry, sorry. I'm under a lot of pressure right now."
"Relax. I didn't say a word. That was our little secret." She pulled out concealer. "Close your eyes."
He sighed as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
"They tried to get me to talk," Mary continued, "but Dougie pushed them away."
"Fuck... I'm so paranoid."
Mary blended the concealer in with a sponge. She then set it with some powder. "It's okay. I understand. But don't be yelling at me unless you want to go on camera looking homeless."
"Right, right, I'm sorry. I just... Ugggh! I don't want the media to ruin this for me! I just asked her out..."
"Wait, you-"
"Yes! I literally just asked her out last night! I didn't know they were watching!"
"Awww, Noise!"
"SHUSH!!!"
"Watch it."
"Sorry..."
The Noise did a horrible job on set that day. He was so distracted and paranoid. He was afraid the paparazzi would burst through the doors and swarm him again. The director Noisey was incredibly upset with him.
"THEODORE NOISE," it yelled. "I thought having a woman would do you some good, but this is the worst you've ever done!"
"What? You haven't seen me at my worst! You haven't even worked here that long," he shouted back.
"That's because you KILLED the last director!"
Theodore crossed his arms and scoffed. "Whatever. Count your fuckin' days, 'cause you're next."
"I swear, Mr. Noise, I have H.R. on speed dial."
"WHAT'RE THEY GONNA DO, FIRE ME?! THAT'S CUTE!"
The director sighed. The other people of the cast and crew were tense. It was scary when Noise got angry. He was so tense from his relationship getting leaked that he was quick to anger. The last time he was angry on set, they had to replace some of the cameras since he destroyed them. They were all hoping that being in a relationship would make him happier, but the media had completely ruined it. After a nerve-racking stare off between the director and The Noise, the director spoke,
"How about this, I send you home for the day. You have tomorrow off, and you come back Monday with a different attitude."
Noise grunted. "Don't make me go back out there with that hoard!"
"As far as I know, they're gone. Dougie spent the last few hours guarding the doors."
"Phew... Okay, I'll go. But I can't guarantee my attitude will change."
Theo went home. He was incredibly stressed. He thought having a woman in his life would be a good thing, but the media caught up faster than he anticipated. He did his best to lounge around and relax, but he was starting to worry that Hazel would be scared off once the paparazzi figured out who she was. He waited until 7 p.m. to give her the daily call.
"Hello," she answered.
"Hey," he spoke.
"How did it go?"
"I. Was. SWARMED. They waited for me at the NTV building. My set assistant had to help me get through them. They were shouting, taking pictures, some of them were even grabbing me."
"Sheesh... I see why you were freaking out about it."
"Ugh, they treat me like a fuckin' animal! It threw me off so bad. I did so bad on set today that they sent me home..."
"Aw, Theo... Are you okay?"
"I guess so... I don't... I don't know how to feel right now."
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen."
"What?! No, this isn't your fault at all!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I promise."
"Okay."
"How did today go for you?"
"It was nice. I relaxed and lazed around most of the day. Didn't get out of my PJ's. Even took a nap, too!"
"Must've been nice. I really could've used a nap, today. I stayed up kind of late last night."
"Me too. Well, later than usual."
"Really? Even though you fell asleep on my shoulder?"
"Well... Once you asked me out, I kind of got excited. It took me a while to settle down."
"Heh, me too. I still can't believe it."
"I was waiting for it." She giggled.
He blushed. "Oh, well, um..."
She laughed again and sighed. "I'm just teasing you, calm down."
He chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I knew that."
"Anyways, I'm sorry you had such a shit day."
"It's alright. I have the day off tomorrow, so hopefully that'll be better."
"Oh, I have an idea!"
"What?"
"How about I come over and spend the night?"
"Wha-?! Like, tonight?"
"Yeah! Then we can go get some brunch or something in the morning."
"Um... I, uh..." Theo suddenly got incredibly anxious.
"If you're not comfortable with it, just say no."
"Um... maybe?"
"Don't force yourself to do something you're uncomfortable with."
"Okay... I mean... I want to, but... I'm nervous."
"Don't worry, you can say no."
"Um... Yes?"
"Wait, huh?"
"Fuck it, let's do it."
"Oh! Okay, then! I'll pack my stuff and I'll be right over!"
"Right. Don't worry, take your time!"
Hazel squealed. "Okay! Oh, wait, I don't have your address."
"I'll send it to you."
"Okay! I'm gonna get ready! Bye!"
"Bye."
Theo took a deep breath. He was a bit freaked out over the thought of a sleepover, but he was a little excited for it, too. He wanted to get over the nervousness and push through it... For her.
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This might be a little weird but i always am wearing mismatched socks(color and type not height) and imagine the bad batch all have a bunch of pairs of the same kind and color so how would the batch react to their consistent mismash of socks
𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙
⋆ ★ ʜᴍᴍ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀ! ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴄᴋꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴀʜᴀ. ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ɪ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ (ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴏꜰᴄ).
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʜᴀʜ
⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ
Hunter
Okay, some of them think it's weird, but it makes sense in Hunter’s head logically; he matches his bandana with his socks.
Meaning he only wears red socks.
Doesn’t matter if they’re different shades; a crimson and vermillion red doesn’t make much of a difference.
He’s a bit of a color coordinator, let's be real.
It’s funny, cause Hunter’s really not that vain about his appearance. I think we all headcanon that he uses 13 in 1 shampoo and conditioner in the shower so like he really doesn’t care that much–
But something about having red socks… dunno, they just gotta be red, okay?
One time he couldn’t find another red pair, and he was scrambling around the Maurader for one.
“Has anyone seen another red sock??”
“No, Hunter. You’ve asked this 10 times, you’re not going to get a different answer.”
“Oh shut up Echo!”
Then Tech threw a pink one in his direction, and it landed directly in his face.
Hunter sputtered in shock and threw it back.
“This isn’t red!”
“Well technically, it is red, just a very tinted shade of it–”
“Nope, not gonna take your smartassery right now.”
Then he proceeded to dig up the laundry basket until he found another red one.
Tech
Hates it with a burning passion.
Always tries his best to make his socks coordinated while the others wear mismatched ones.
It’s incredibly difficult.
He always ends up getting the colors pretty close, but slightly off from each other.
Suddenly he whoops in triumph and pulls out two separate socks and its just two shades of black and he throws them across the room.
Do y’all see a pattern here with the throwing aijerlakjdf
Crosshair meanwhile is laughing in the corner because he has one of the matching socks on right now and he’ll never know muahahhaha!
Wrecker
Is probably the one that started it and caused the chain reaction.
It’s literally just socks and no one sees them it doesn’t kriffing matter if the colors match–(even if some of his brothers disagree)
He’s got like hella holes in his socks though, so he’s ended up kind of having his own.
If one of them is sorting laundry and sees a hole in one of the , welp its Wrecker’s now.
He’s like the only one that doesn’t care about holes in his socks. C’mon, he’s a simple man! He doesn’t need all these intricacies, thank you very much.
Same sentiment goes for the type of socks. He does prefer to have them go over his ankles but he doesn't care if the socks are fluffy or itchy and closely cropped to his skin, as long as it covers his feet he’s fine.
Crosshair
Doesn’t seek comfort, for some fucking reason.
Avoids fluffy or comfortable socks like the plague.
Might explain why he gets hella calluses on his feet.
But it helps him stay on his toes (don’t mind the pun), instead of in a comfort zone that’ll make him possibly mess up his performance when he shoots.
His socks end up being the most mismatched.
Nobody knows how but he always manages to have his socks with such ugly and contrasting colors it hurts Hunter’s poor little brain–
Like he’ll end up with some bright orange and then a soothing lavender and holy shit it’s so ugly dear lord.
Echo
Fluffy sock wearer all the way.
This man prioritizes comfort in lots of ways the rest of the batch doesn’t, mostly because of the chronic pain and daily discomfort he experiences since Skako Minor.
So yeah, the colors don’t matter to him; fluffiness does.
However, despite being a fluffy sock enthusiast, he doesn’t like them all the time.
There are situations where it's simply too hot or irritating for those kind socks.
But they still have to be some semblance of soft, or comfortable.
#nour writes stuff#the bad batch#the bad batch headcannons#hunter tbb#tech tbb#wrecker tbb#crosshair tbb#echo tbb#tbb hunter x reader#tbb tech x reader#tbb wrecker x reader#tbb crosshair x reader#tbb echo x reader#star wars#star wars headcannons#tbb#tbb fanfic#sw tbb#tbb fic#star wars tbb#tbb spoilers
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Hi Em!! Thank you so much for putting together such an amazing ask game 🩵 I hope you’re doing well. Would you mind answering 1, 4, 17 and 25? Take care 🩵
hello hello my dear!! its been my absolute pleasure seeing everyone spread the good vibes, so im glad people are enjoying this 🥰
im sorry its so late, but here are my answers!
1 - what is your fav part about being in the fandom?
i wrote a super sappy and long answer here, but basically all of YOU is what makes this fandom the most fun to be a part of!
4 - whats a moodboard that you just want to live inside of?
ohhhhhhhh so many?? the moodboard creators in this fandom are fucking TOP TIER and i love all of them so much!! but here's a few that come to mind:
this christmas babe and gene moodboard by @footprintsinthesxnd is so comfy and so cozy and they deserve nice christmases okay!!
speaking of christmas moodboards, @onlyyouexisthere has this incredibly aesthetic board for some of our fav boys around christmas time, and i just want to live inside every single one okay??
this speirs moodboard by the one and only @xxluckystrike is so beautiful? like i love the combo of hard and soft edges (the bandage + the smoke + the chess), since i feel like that dichotomy isnt something thats always shown with speirs, but feels so true with his character. anyways i want to walk through a museum with blood on my knuckles and smoke in my lungs after looking at this okay
and of course, this chuck grant moodboard by the incredible the amazing YOU @sweetxvanixlla was one of the first things i saw and loved in the fandom for grant?? the beach vibes, the light blues, the carefree energy, it all is so perfect. and i was like "holy SHIT this is good also now i too love grant" so i can thank you for that 🥰
bonus from @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing that i cant stop laughing at it
17 - your fav fanwork about an underrated character?
oh i was HOPING to get this because there's this one fic i love SO MUCH and i just!! want to scream about it from the rooftops!!
Come In From The Cold by rebelsquad (T, 24k) is a Smokey-centric Coffee Shop AU, and it just warms my heart in all the best ways. First of all, Smokey is an incredible narrator, and I love how the author captures his voice in this so hard!! I also just love that it centers around some of the more underrated characters (Smokey, Alley, Shifty, Tab, Skinny, and Popeye), but also has great interactions with the regulars as well! The found family vibes are just *chefs kiss*, and it is also the perfect mood for winter ✨ I cannot recommend it enough!!
25 - what colors do your mutuals most remind you of?
i dont even know why this turned out like this? but i went full vibes ✨
@sweetxvanixlla - midnight blue feels so right for you, my dear. starry nights and deep blue velvet cushions, something steady and calm but sparkles in just the right light. a cup of herbal tea on a tuesday night, and the thrum of a quiet city hums beneath your tongue. theres something so quiet and still about the night, that moment when people are talking and you dont have to participate, you just sit and let their words flow over you, enjoy their presence and energy and that feeling is midnight blue.
@xxluckystrike - girl, you are golden. warmth and positivity and laughter that itself is a kind of music, just as much as the songs you love and share and make art for. its the type of gold you feel on a late summer day, echoing up from the passenger seat of a convertible as you drive with your friend across a rolling field of wheat, of corn, of wildflowers. there's soda in the cupholders, and the carbonation matches the bubbles springing from the bottom of your lungs. sunny, summery, golden.
@malarkgirlypop - pink. the snap of a piece of bubble gum, the sugar rush from a strawberry lollipop, the pop of a bright shade of lipstick, quirked up into a smirk. your presence is loud and beautiful like the sound of a boombox atop a vespa, zipping through a busy beachside pier and delighting everyone who hears. pink is the feeling of just being yourself, unashamedly and wildly, and reveling in the wake of your energy.
@panzershrike-pretz - green, but that vibrant green of the sun hitting a park just right, and there's almost a glow, or a halo, across the field. it's the kind of green reserved for grass stains, made after the first spring day that's warm enough to go and spend time outside. it's the color of collapsing in a cackling heap after goofing around with your friends, and they're laughing because you're laughing because they're laughing. what are you laughing about? it doesnt matter, maybe its nothing, maybe its the cow chewing away on the green grass in the distance. no matter, because it is joy.
@footprintsinthesxnd - idk why but lavender is the immediate thing that comes to mind? something calm and soothing and steady, a breath of fresh air, walking through a field with the sun on your neck and the smell of the purple flowers filling the air. a gentle breeze ripples across your fingertips. it's quiet, but not silent, and the lavender doesnt break in the wind - it bends, and the flower seems to brighten in response. your energy is the deep breath that is taken after that moment - content and at ease.
@blood-mocha-latte - so this might not make sense outside my head but...that color a candle flame gives when reflected off a marble statue. something in the liminal space between warmth and cool, between hard and soft, between cold creams and whites and bright oranges and yellows. the ethereal quality of walking through a gallery alone, silent save for the feeling welling up from each piece of art you pass. the tiles echo this soft color, the flickering candle makes the shadows across the paintings dance, and one can't help but want to explore further, to linger with the treasures you've created.
@ronsparky - sky blue, but not the crayola sky blue. the sky blue of an early morning on the top of a mountain, mist obscuring pieces of the horizon and you could convince yourself you are the only human on the planet. a sky blue that rivals on being crisp and soft, that suggests unlimited possibility if you just reached your hand out a little farther. one can't help but feel that every small, new thing from this view is a joy - and its a feeling so wondrous and contagious that you cant help but spread it to those you interact with. the sky shifts, ever so slightly, but the color follows you down the mountain.
@georgieluz - red, but not quite. a bird flitters into view from where you sit on a bench in a forested park. its winter, and the trees feel bare and lonely. surprisingly, the bird isnt a pigeon - it's a vermillion flycatcher. the bird stands out triumphantly against the monochrome sky as if a beacon, or a challenge to some higher power that says i am here. its bold, its singular, and one cant help but admire the sheer presence of this small vermillion creature. but when it opens its beak and sings, the trees dont look so lonely any more.
@next-autopsy - you know that color when a fire burns down, and the embers are glowing with a deep mahogany? the edges of smoke dont obscure the color or heat from the coals, it only seems to make them more ephemeral. its a mesmerizing color, its the feeling where you want so desperately to stretch out your fingers and know what that heartbeat of fire feels like, and although the burn doesnt completely dissuade you, you still pull your hand back. the dancing mahogany glows a little brighter, then dimmer, as if in time with your breathing.
@onlyyouexisthere - the words "pale green" dont quite do justice to the vibes your presence gives off. the softest pale green? cashmere, the color of mint leaves reflecting morning dew? maybe that's the closest, the feeling of looking out over a snow-brushed hill, hands warmed by a mug of silver needle tea, wrapped in a cozy cashmere sweater. something comforting but crisp, familiar but fresh, nostalgic but new. something pale green.
@land-sh - one time, i was on an airplane flying across the arctic. it was the middle of the night, and i looked out the window and slowly, over the course of two hours, watched the sun rise. the sky started as a pitch black, stars breaking up the endless void, and slowly, one color at a time it lightened into a blindingly bright day. but there was a moment, about 37 minutes in, and im pretty sure everyone on the plane was asleep. outside, all i could see was this deep, vast purple. it felt like there could be anything and everything beyond that color, and i was the only in the universe who would ever see it. idk why, but thats the color and vibe that comes to mind when i think of you.
@coco-bean-1218 - see, i thought about chocolate brown for you before i even realized that its just your username. but maybe its more than chocolate, maybe something closer to chestnut. you're that feeling when you walk through an orchard, it's november, and although the sun is shining its the kind of sun that seems to make everything more crisp than warm. as you walk through, there's a small crunch under your shoe - a chestnut. there's a deeply satisfying smell in the air, something woody and comforting, and you just want to get lost in the rows upon rows of chestnut brown dotting the branches and littering ground.
@samwinchesterslostshoe - okay so bear with me on this one - slate gray. the slate gray of a city on a rainy day, clouds and sky and sidewalk almost blending together into one entity. you duck into a coffee shop you never would have noticed if not for the weather. at first, you think the walls are just reflecting the color from the outside, and you feel a lonely pang. but then, you notice it - art, stickers, little notes of love written in sharpie and tucked in the space between tables. they stand out among the walls, and the absence of color makes their presence even brighter. and the coffee? so good. it's the best you've ever had, and you realize the coffee shop is just like the walls - you find beauty you never would have noticed without the slate gray of the sky.
....so i have no idea if any of this makes sense outside of my head, but here we are. if i missed you i am so sorry!!!
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okay okay i am sorry this is so long-winded. i am in fact, a long-winded bitch.
but thank you so much for asking this, and for just being such a wonderful part of our community! i hope your day goes super well!! 💕💕
#did i go overboard on the colors#yes i did#but this is also my way of showing how much i appreciate you all and thanking you for just!! being great!!#seriously it means a lot how much people were excited to and wanted to spread positivity#it would have been really easy for us all to just be angry and upset by the words of a coward#but instead we were like nah fuck that and chose joy!!#and i just!! love that for us!!#so this is my way of saying hey#thanks#i think you're neat#ask game#positivity ask game#band of brothers#bofb#i copy and pasted this into a word doc to see how long it is and its six pages what the fuck#em speaks
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Hello!
Two questions:
One: where do you get your inspiration for writing?
Two: who's you're favorite south park character?
I love you! Drink some water!
Hi! Thank you for reminding me! Twizzlers and a Coors Light Beer is not dinner, but it is a good intro to this answer haha!
For the first question that's a tough one so I'm going to warn you all, BIG RANT AHEAD!
My biggest inspiration for the reader inserts are you guys. There's a reason in my ao3 I leave those kind words and words of affirmation after every story. I need every single person who reads my things to know that I care about you guys.
You read it all the time that story tellers, artists, and musicians are nothing without their audience. And it's absolutely true. I cannot stress enough that even though you know nothing about me, and I know nothing about you, doesn't mean I don't care.
I love people so very much. I think we as humans have the greatest gift this universe could have ever given us.
We have the compacity to love so much. With so many different ways to love!
It could be romantic, platonic, familial, whatever! We have it. That's so fucking awesome!
So if I can express that love and make you feel better, just a little bit, by writing these situations where you are loved. Then I'm going to do it.
As for the scenes and settings, I usually carry a outrageous, over-the-top, bright pink notebook around with me. It is so ugly and atrocious, but I remember it because of that. I write down thoughts I have throughout the day and things I see.
Aside from that, I take in the works of others. I let it show me a different way of thinking and perceiving situations I wouldn't have otherwise. There are artists on this website that absolutely blow me away and keep me humble. I've got much to learn, and I'm so excited to do it!
Music honestly it the biggest source of this. I have so many Playlist of moods for scenes and emotions I need to tap into. (That's another thing that makes humans so fucking awesome)
Like. As an artist you need to invoke a feeling using colors and shapes. If you ever stop to think about that, that's so amazing. A little circle shaped and molded to make you feel happy. Melancholy. At peace. Nostalgic.
Like holy fuck dude.
A storyteller does the same with words and moments like this.
I think a thing a lot of creators, including myself, tend to do that keeps their work from their absolute best. Is the fact that we want so badly to take the image we have in our head and the feelings in our hearts and put it in our work and hope you get that exact feeling!
But I think letting the person enjoying our work and coming to their own feelings and conclusions at times is what puts the spice in a really good dish!
For my Pomegranates and Honey story, that's what I'm trying to do. I have experiences and emotions that I know other people have felt, or they need help feeling. You know when you listen to a sad song so you can cry and feel a little better, I want to capture that but with the pains of growing up.
People are going to move on. There are some that are going to change and grow with or without you. It sucks, it hurts, but you have to accept it. Grow at your own pace, find something that works for you. Things that get you through this frustrating world.
For me it's writing. For me it's love.
So yeah, that's my inspiration. Veeeeery long winded answer, short.
As for my favorite character?
It's a tie between Stan and Kyle. Kyle because I love that little dude, I love what the Fandom has let him grow into. The fact that this community took these circles and went, "Yeah this is awesome."
Kyle has character traits that I admire in a human being. The will to just go. That temper of his is funny don't get me wrong, but I admire that so much. What I would give to just feel anger like that, to express my frustration so freely. He's caring to those around him, and he had a strong sense of morals. He isn't afraid to stand up when those morals are put into question. He's not afraid to defend those he loves, even if they may not always be in the right!
Stan is my favorite because everything about him I feel. That fear of not being good enough for anyone, so you try to pull the spotlight on you. Real talk, I used to be a very self-absorbed person growing up. I would actively deny ever wanting it, but if I ever found out my friends did something without me, I'd feel hurt. The need to be wanted so very badly is still there, but I'm better about it. Stan struggles with depression, we all know that. But the feeling of watching everyone you know move on while you're stuck in this fucking pit, and sometimes it feels like it's too much. Yeah I feel that. I love Stan because I want to see him get better, I wanna see me get better.
So, thank you so very much for these questions. I love, love, love things like this! Please feel free to ask more. It's never a bother!
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Princess - Frat! Tyler Galpin x FEM! Reader
Literally all I can think about is Frat Boy! Tyler. OMFG I need him out of my head.
Summary: As the presidents of Alpha Sig and Theta Chi, you and Tyler have to Co-Host the annual ASA/THETA CI Halloween party together
Warnings: Tyler is a bit of an ass, language, smut, mirror sex, Dom Tyler, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!) not proofread!! 🫣
You ran over your mental checklist, checking to make sure that everything was set up perfectly for the annual Alpha Sigma and Theta Chi Halloween dance.
As President of ASA, you had more responsibilities than others, having to overlook food, music, drinks, and decorations. Your duties were supposed to be shared with the Theta Chi President, Tyler Galpin, but you had guessed the guy, whom you hated, had no plans to help you out., even though the party was at his fucking frat house.
Your phone buzzed.
where r u???? we were supposed to start getting ready 40 min ago!
you typed a reply to your best friend.
Tyler never showed.
what an asshole
You laughed at the message before doing one last check that everything was in place.
As you turned to leave the big room that was designated for the party, you saw Tyler in the doorway. He was looking around the room, at all of your hard work, that he would more than likely take credit for.
“Looks good, Princess.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d given you freshman year. His signature pretty smirk stretched across his lips sent a flutter through you.
“Thanks for helping, dickhead.” You pushed past him. locking the door to the mansion.
The two of you stood in silence with him smirking at you and you glaring at him.
You knew he was going to bring up the duo costume you were required to do, and Tyler, being Tyler, had basically forced you into being a Prince and Princess.
“Can’t wait to see you in what I picked out.”
That was another thing. In the midst of you doing all the heavy lifting, Tyler got costume duty. You had yet to see what he had chosen for you to wear.
“Tyler, I swear to GOD-” He stepped closer to you, his large hand reaching up to move a fallen strand hair behind your ear.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” His voice was low and smooth. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” His eyes glanced down at your parted lips and then back to yours before winking. “After you, M’Lady.” He let you pass him as you walked down the stairs of the frat house, decorated to a “T” for the spooky holiday. “See you tonight!” You got into your car and drove the short way to the ASA house.
...
“Holy shit.” You stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a pale pink princess costume, complete with a fully boned corset. Your friend stared at you, mesmerized by the gorgeous dress Tyler had picked out. You had feared Tyler was going to give you a slutty nurse costume or something like that, but he had, of course, surprised you. It fit you like a glove, the sparkly pink corset extenuating your waist perfectly. You had pinned up your hair in a pretty updo and topped it with the beautiful gold gown Tyler had given you. Complete with your simple but pretty makeup, you looked like a million bucks.
“Holy shit! Galpin has great taste.” You couldn’t help but blush, your cheeks mirroring the color of your dress. Your friend was dressed as Dorothy, the rest of your friend group completing the Oz gang.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror, wondering what you would look like next to him. Maybe even on his arm...
“Fuck.”
You had to get there early to welcome the guests and you were already running late. Your phone buzzed.
I’m outside, princess.
You had to reread the message Tyler sent before replying.
What?
What kind of prince would I be if I didn’t take my princess to the ball in a carriage?
“Tyler’s outside.”
“What?”
You showed her the messages and her eyes widened.
“Shit! What do I do?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Go!” You glare at her and she shrugs in reply. “He’s hot.”
When you got to the main entrance of the house, you paused. Through the window you could see Tyler and an actual fucking coachman. Tyler had rented a horse and carriage ride for the two of you.
“And here the lovely lady is.” His devilish smirk was back, contrasting the large gold crown atop his head.
You had to admit, he looked handsome in his costume, a white medieval blouse with a dark blue cape attached to it, a fake sword sheathed at his waist.
You fought off the little voice in your head that said he always looks handsome.
Tyler held his hand out to you as you got closer to the white carriage. You couldn’t help but blush under his gaze as he took in your costume, suddenly nervous.
As we settled into the carriage, Tyler leaned into your ear, whispering in a low voice that gave you goosebumps, “You look absolutely beautiful.” His hand was still holding yours from when he helped you into the carriage but neither of you let go.
You’d assumed that Tyler would have the coachman go straight to the frat house and when you asked he said,
“What kind of royals would we be if we didn’t make a grand entrance?”
“Tyler we have to be there fir-“
“Don’t worry, M’lady. It’s handled.”
After a carriage ride through a nearby park, the party had been going on for around 40 minutes and Tyler asked the man to bring you to the house.
Your heart beat when the driver slowed down, the horse coming to stop in front of the grand staircase. Once again, Tyler helped you like a gentleman. As you walked up the steps, his hand slipped from yours which made your heart sink, just a bit.
The wide doors were open, the music blasting, sorority girls and frat boys everywhere.
Your breath caught in your throat when you felt Tyler’s hand on your lower back, guiding you further into the large room.
To be honest, you had felt like you were in a cliche. Like in a Disney movie when everyone stops to watch the beautiful girl, or in this case, you and Tyler.
His hand gripped you a bit tighter and he pulled you closer to him.
A group of girls in skimpy costumes immediately formed a half circle around Tyler, telling him how great the party was. You tried to slip from his grasp to go find your friends but Tyler pulled you back into his body.
“Thanks ladies, but you’d have to thank my lovely Y/N for the party. After all, my little princess planned everything, didn’t you?” You suddenly felt shy in his presence, like he was forcing you to be praised, which, in a weird way, was attractive.
“Yes.” Was all you could manage out. But, it was clear that the girls were only interested in Tyler, and not the decorations you had meticulously hung around the space.
“Alright girls, I’d love to stay and chat but M’lady needs a drink.” He flashed his million dollar smile and led you away from them.
You felt so awkward. Having spent the last hour with your rival who was undoubtedly also whom you had fantasized about for four years. It felt surreal. You downed a shot of Tito’s, not wanting to think about it anymore.
Of course, because of course he had, Tyler had hacked your Spotify and added a slow song to the party playlist you had curated. When you heard the music your eyes widened, embarrassed that you had forgotten to double check your playlist. You hadn’t realized that the floor had cleared and that Tyler was standing in the middle of it.
“Y/N.” You looked to your friend, frantically trying to find the device to change the song.
“What!??”
She motioned with her head to where he was standing, causing your mouth to fall open. Everyone was watching.
Tyler held his hand out to you, grinning.
“Girl if you do not dance with him I will kill you wi-“
You cut your friend off by slowly walking to meet him.
“May I have this dance?” You rolled your eyes before placing your hand in his.
“Yes, you may.” His grin widened and he pulled you in close, placing one of his hands on your back. You brought your free hand to his shoulder.
”Everyone is staring at us, Tyler.”
“I’m pretty sure they are watching you, babe.”
“What? Why?” Tyler’s hand left your waist to tilt your chin up to him, his thumb just barely touching the bottom of your lip. Your breathing went ragged.
“Because you look fucking gorgeous.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped himself. He brought his hand back to your waist and smiled at you.
Of fucking course Tyler could dance. Except for actually fucking sucking, he was perfect. More people took to the dance floor with their dates, which made you more comfortable.
Tyler could feel you relax in his arms. He removed his hand from yours, bringing it to your waist, pulling you in closer. You now were swaying awkwardly with your hands hovering over his chest. He was trying not to laugh at your flustered self, your cheeks pink and how you wouldn’t make eye contact with him. Tyler knew he made you nervous, hell that was the reason he was such an ass to you, so he could watch the effect he had on you. And dammit if you didn’t have the same effect on him.
He wanted so badly to dip his head and kiss you but knew it probably wasn’t the best idea.
“Sweetheart just put your arms around my neck.” Your heart beat faster at the new nickname but you did as you were told. Unfortunately, this meant that when you looked up, you were basically nose to nose. You watched, mesmerised by him, how his eyes travelled to your mouth, how his tongue darted out a bit to wet his, the slightest tighten of his grip around you, how when he looked into your eyes once again, his pupils were blown and his smirk was back.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You cannot be turned on right now. Not by Tyler Fucking Galpin!
The universe seemed to read your mind and the slow song ended, leading you to unwrap yourself from his grasp. He looked a little startled as you smoothed out your dress.
“I gotta go find my friends.” Before he could respond, you were gone, leaving Tyler alone amongst his drunk classmates.
You had been successfully ignoring Tyler, your heart, and the slight ache between your legs for the past few hours, mingling with friends, being a good host, ect.
Suddenly you felt a presence behind you and thinking it was Tyler, you didn’t turn around.
“Do you wanna dance?” A voice that did not belong to Tyler surprised you and you turned around. In front of you stood a blonde guy, dressed as Fred from Scooby Doo, who you vaguely remember seeing at other parties. The first thing you thought was
He is not as attractive as Tyler.
Not wanting to be rude to the guy you agreed and followed him to the dance floor.
The two of you danced to the upbeat music, his hands resting on your waist.
You forgot about Tyler for the time being, getting lost in the music. It felt nice, dancing with someone random, having fun.
Unbeknownst to you, Tyler had been watching you dance with your new friend. He was pissed. He had been so generous. Bought you a very nice dress, rented a carriage for the night, slow danced with you at a fucking frat party, and this is how you were thanking him? He was glaring daggers at the blonde guy who you had been grinding on for the past minute. Tyler snapped when the guy turned you around, trying to pull you in for a kiss.
“Oh fuck this.”
He hightailed it to where you were, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling your back against his front.
You were startled to say the least, ready to turn around and slap whoever just grabbed you but when you heard Tyler’s voice in your ear, your heart stopped.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing Princess?” His lowered voice sent shivers down your spine. Tyler’s eyes locked on your dance partner who was standing in disbelief at the two of you.
“Listen man, I didn’t know she-” Tyler interrupted him.
“Get the hell out.” He didn’t wait for a reply, promptly turning the two of you around. His large hand grabbed yours, leading you up the stairs.
“Tyler! Where are we going?” You tried to shake your arm from his grasp, but he just tightened his grip. He led you into what you figured was his room. “Tyler we were just dancing!” You jumped as he slammed the door.
“Oh really?” His fingers grazed your arms, his hot breath on your neck. “You were just dancing with him?” You look up and realize that you are in front of a mirror. Tyler’s eyes are on yours. He still looks devilishly handsome, his crown sitting perfectly atop his head.
You, however, look flushed, from the dancing, your cheeks reddened, your chest straining against the tightened fabric of the corset, the tiara on your head slightly off center.
Tyler’s eyes scan down your body and you feel his hand travel to your lower back, right on the tie of your corset, playing with the strings. You can hear the music from the party downstairs but all you can concentrate on is Tyler. The heat radiating off of his body, the featherlight touch of his fingers on your waist, the way his eyes were locked on yours.
“Were you avoiding me,” his voice lowered as he dipped his head further into your neck, “princess?” Suddenly, Tyler pulled you flush against his body, causing you to gasp. “Answer me.” You had to look away from him, far too embarrassed to hold his gaze.
“Yes.”
Tyler laughed.
“I’m gonna ask you a few questions and I’d like you to answer honestly.” His hand slides up your waist, up the fancy pink fabric of your corset, skimming over the hot skin of your chest, and up to your chin. Tyler tilts your chin up with his fingers, bringing your gaze back to his before his hand settles gently on your throat.
“Do I make you nervous?” His mouth was right by the shell of your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. All you could do was nod. “Use your words, princess.” Heat rose to your cheeks.
“Yes.” Tyler grinned.
“Now why is that, baby?” Your body subconsciously reacted to his words, rolling your hips back into his ever-so-slightly. He chuckles and his lips graze your neck.
“Be-because I…” His eyes lock on yours through the mirror again, a evil grin spread across his lips.
“Because you…?” His lips return to your neck, finding a spot to behind your ear, pulling it between his lips. You gasp, your hips rolling back into his again.
You remain silent, because you are embarrassed, you tell yourself. Not because you are too enthralled in Tyler’s movements. His hand on your throat tightens and your eyes meet his.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
Your arms erupt with goosebumps and you are certain Tyler can feel the heat radiating off of you.
Still, you don’t answer, hoping to remain neutral to his touches.
“Hmm.” You can see a wicked glint in his eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you then.”
Your eyes widen at his vulgar words but you can’t help your body’s reaction. You can feel him, all of him, pressing into your back.
His mouth returns to your neck, his lips and teeth finding any available skin to mark.
You try to conceal the sounds that are coming from your mouth, to no avail. Tyler already knows the effect he has on you. The effect you have desperately trying to avoid the entire night.
“Tyler…” His lips leave your neck and you turn to look at him. You take him in, his beautiful eyes, his swollen lips, his permanent smirk, and the fucking crown that seems to be superglued onto his perfect hair.
His gaze locks onto your lips and your heart races.
Before you can finish your sentence, his mouth is on yours. Tyler’s kiss is hungry. You moan into his mouth and feel him smirk.
Not breaking the kiss, Tyler turns you to face him. You barely register the fact that he’s backed you up against his door. Your hands travel to his face, bringing him impossibly closer while his bring the fabric of your dress up. You break the kiss when you feel his touch on your bare thigh.
“Oh what’s wrong, Princess?” Your blush is permanent and you can’t meet his eyes, only watching where his hands have come to rest on your skin. “Afraid that I might find out how you really feel about me?”
Yes.
You want to say it.
You could feel your arousal. And soon, Tyler would too. And his suspicions would ring true.
“Just say it and it will be so much easier, princess…” One of his hands leaves your thigh to return to your neck, bringing you to meet his gaze again. “I’ll give you what you want either way.” Your thighs squeeze together, Tyler’s hand caught in between them, making him laugh. “Sweetie you’re only hurting yourself here. The quicker you say it, the quicker-“
“Tyler, please.” He stops at your words.
There is silence for a few seconds.
“I need more than that baby.” His hand slides up your thighs, making you gasp.
“Fuck.”
“Oh a pretty lady like you shouldn’t use words like that. Try again.”
You glare at him and suddenly his knuckle drags against your core. You spasm, struggling to keep the curse words from leaving your mouth.
You look at him again and the fucker is grinning.
“Tyler…” You pause to collect your thoughts, and whatever is left of your dignity before continuing. “I’m attracted to you. And I don’t want to be so I was- I was avoiding you.”
“So you like me?” The grin hasn’t left.
You don’t respond right away so Tyler brushes his knuckle against you once again.
“Yes.” You whisper.
“Would you like me to touch you now? I think you earned it, don’t you, princess?”
You can’t help but nod.
He’s gone from your vision in less than a second, on the ground between your legs.
You could take a picture, Tyler Galpin in between your awaiting thighs, a crown sitting atop his head while he looks ready to devour you whole.
His hands slide up your thighs to your underwear, which you had matched the best you could to the corset he’d provided. Tyler groans as the lacy pink fabric comes into his view.
You step out of your panties, wobbling a bit on your heels, but Tyler steadies you. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulders, taking you in. You flush at the fact that you can feel yourself practically dripping for him. You make eye contact with him once more before he dives in.
Tyler’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it like his life depends on it, making you let out a strangled moan. Your hands grab onto the back of his head, pushing him further into you. Tyler’s tongue licks up your cunt, dipping into you slightly before swirling around your clit. You gasp, unable to find words, and so he does it again. And again. You feel your release coming, tugging tighter on his hair and his mouth latches onto your clit again, sucking it through your high.
Your gaze travels to the mirror where you see yourself against his door, gasping for air, while Tyler is seeking purchase between your thighs. The sight pushes you over.
As your euphoria hits you, Tyler’s younger is there, making sure he gets every last drop that comes out of you. You struggle at the sensitivity but his grip on you tightens, forcing you to his mouth.
When he’s sure he has licked you clean, he stands, grinning again. He follows your gaze to the mirror.
“Oh… little princess likes to watch herself get fucked, now does she?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before pulling you closer to the mirror, placing your hands on it.
“Don’t move.”
He stands behind you again, gaze on yours while he pulls your skirt up. You hear him undo his belt and zipper. You close your eyes.
“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Your eyes open instantly, finding his in the reflection of the mirror.
And suddenly, you feel him. You have no idea what to expect, not being able to see him, but your body is ready, cunt dripping once more.
“Count of five?”
You nod.
“Five. Four. Three-“ Tyler thrusts into you, one hand gripping your waist, the other next to yours on the mirror.
“Asshole!” You struggle to adjust to his size, trying to calm your body down after he went two seconds too early.
“I’m full of surprises.” He slams into you again, eyes locking in on yours.
His hand once again finds your clit, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger as his hips slam into yours.
You desperately try to contain the noises, but how can you when you are watching him fuck you like that? The sight of him alone could make you come. The two of you, a prince and a princess, the gold crowns sat atop your heads, a perfect match.
You moan his name as he pinches your clit, coming once again as he groans into your neck.
“God you’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He keeps drilling into you, fucking you through your high while chasing his. You watch him in the mirror, head hurried into your neck, his strained hand on the mirror, fingers barely touching yours, his other hand deep within the fabric of your dress.
Tyler spills into you, letting out a deep “Holy shit.”
His head leaves your your neck and he grins at the sight of the two of you, mostly you, too fucked out to care about what comes next. You whine as you feel him pull out of you, zipping his pants back up. His hands return to your waist, pulling you back into him.
“So girlfriend, why don’t we go rejoin the party?” He kisses your neck, leading you to the door.
“Tyler… give me my underwear.” He grins.
“You know what, princess? I think I’ll keep ‘em for now. That way if you talk to another guy, you’ll feel me dripping down those pretty thighs of yours.” He winks at you before leading you back down the stairs.
:) god I’m so goin’ to hell.
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Working Title - Chapter 4
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle
Rating: Mature, 18+
Word Count: 5.8k
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 4 on AO3
Chapter Summary: Belle reunites with Indy. Lots of best friend energy in this chapter and inner monologuing going on. Don’t want to say anything else here to avoid spoilers!
Warnings: This chapter has some swearing and allusions to smut. Also, some body image talk.
BELLE: Just made it to the gate, waiting to board! See you soon 😘
It was going to be a long day with three different plane rides. Your first leg was from Orlando to Houston. Then you had to hustle to get onto your flight to Honolulu. Rhys managed to work some magic and get you upgraded to first class, which made your sprint worth it. You definitely took advantage and enjoyed a couple of glasses of champagne as you lounged and caught up on whatever franchise of Real Housewives was on. Before you knew it, it was time to board your final leg. You were headed for the island of Kauai, the Garden Isle. It was a short flight and when you landed, you turned your phone off of airplane mode seeing a flurry of notifications, mostly from Indy.
INDY: Can’t wait to see you!
INDY: It is so fucking nice here. Wait until you see our room! 😆🌴
INDY: Why aren’t you respondinggggg 👀
INDY: Oh duh, you are flying. You’re probably somewhere in the Pacific right now…
INDY: Don’t worry about grabbing any groceries on your way in, we got a huge welcome basket in the room!
INDY: Ooo I forgot to tell you, Ari is going to pick you up from the airport!
Ari was Indy’s assigned personal assistant for the shoot. You had FaceTimed with her earlier in the week and thought she was cool. She was younger than you both but eager to help however she could. It was her first big shoot as well, and you could tell she was nervous but up for the challenge.
BELLE: Just landed! And thanks for the head’s up about Ari.
BELLE: Also, I am borderline hangry…just thought you should know.
INDY: Don’t worry boo, I got you!
You made it through the small airport and headed to one of the two baggage claim carousels. In the crowd, you saw Ari holding a sign with your name on it. She saw you and smiled and you gave a little wave as you walked up to her.
“Hey Ari, so nice to meet you in person!” you said, going in for a hug.
“Hey! It’s awesome to meet you too!”
“So, whose idea was the sign,” you smirked pointing to her little homemade sign.
Looking down and a little embarrassed she sighs and says, “Indy.”
“I knew it!” You laughed.
Just then the suitcases started coming out, so you headed over to watch the endless parade of black suitcases. As obnoxious as your bright pink suitcases were, there was no denying that they would never get mistaken for someone else’s. Once you collected your bags, you and Ari head over to the rental car.
The two of you make small talk on your way over to the resort. You couldn’t believe you were finally here; Hawaii had been a dream destination for you, specifically this island, Kauai. Being a big movie fan, you couldn’t believe you were in the same place where they filmed your favorite movie Jurassic Park and other movies like Raiders of the Lost Ark.
The drive to the resort was amazing. You could see the ocean for most of the trip from the passenger side window. Plus, the sun was starting to set and it was absolutely breathtaking. Eventually, you turn down a palm tree-lined road toward the resort. You had never seen anything this exquisite before. As you pulled up to the porte cochere, you fixated on the colorful tropical flower arrangements adorning the entrance. You step out of the car and are greeted by a couple of valets who are eager to help you with your bags. Before you can even turn around, you hear the squealing.
“Beeeeellle!! Eeeek!” Indy bounded towards you and gave you a big bear hug. It has been weeks since you had seen your best friend in person. “Wait until you see our room, holy shit it is so nice!!”
Another thing Rhys set up - he managed to snag a two-bedroom Presidential suite with a stunning view for you both to share.
The two of you lock arms and head through the lobby headed towards the elevators, Ari trailing behind giving you space to catch up. You enter the elevator and Indy swipes her key and clicks the button to the top floor. When you arrive, you realize your suite is one of only a few on the floor. The hallway had marble floors and was lined with black and white photos of vistas from around the island.
You reach your door and Indy inserts her card. Hearing the click of the lock, she opens the door to your spacious suite. Honestly, suite wasn’t the right word. This was bigger than your last two apartments combined.
In awe of the space around you, all you could muster was a “Holy shit.” As you walk in you fixate on the huge sliding glass doors leading out to your wrap-around balcony. Your view? The beach. An unobstructed view of the beach. You were making a beeline to the balcony before you were sidetracked by your fully appointed kitchen.
“Are they serious with this kitchen?!” you gushed, scanning the cabinets and appliances before stopping on the welcome basket and bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island.
Noticing you looking at the welcome basket, Indy starts to pull out some of the items. “Oh, the resort and production set this up. There are so many goodies in here. There’s candy, some snacks, fruit, and some local products too.”
“That is so nice! There's so much stuff in here,” you said taking stock of what you wanted to claim.
“Let’s go check out your room,” Indy takes off skipping down the hallway. “This one is yours!”
When you arrive at your room, you are greeted by a King mattress and another set of glass sliding doors leading out to the same balcony.
“Oh, I cannot wait to have coffee out there and listen to the waves in the morning.”
“Right? Like how beautiful is this,” Indy beamed. “You have to check out the bathroom!”
You walk over to your ensuite bathroom and the first thing you noticed was the tub, followed by what was quite possibly the largest shower you’ve ever seen in your life; large enough to boast two rainfall shower heads and a bench on each side.
“So, what do you think?”
You were so overwhelmed by it all. From the long travel day, the fact you were in a place you’ve always dreamed of, and seeing your best friend. You could feel the tears starting to well up. You couldn’t believe that this was going to be your life for the next few months.
“I fucking love it Ind. I’m at a loss of words,” you go in for a hug, squeezing her.
After a few beats, you both let go of your embrace.
“So, I know you are probably tired, but I was thinking we could order some room service and veg out a little and then get to bed,” Indy said as you both walked back out toward the living room.
Ari heard you both coming and rounded the corner from the kitchen where she had popped open a bottle of water.
“You both have a busy day tomorrow,” she chimed in. “Indy, you have a couple of meetings in the morning. And Belle, sorry, can I call you Belle?” she asked, a little embarrassed that she assumed she could call you by your nickname.
Nodding and giving her a smile you say, “Of course you can!”
“Sweet. Ok, cool. So, Belle, Meredith said she was going to connect with you sometime tomorrow morning as well to show you the space and get some things set up.”
Meredith had texted you about this earlier in the week, so you weren’t caught by surprise. You were so excited to finally get started instead of pouring over plans and what products to order.
“Oh and then tomorrow afternoon we are headed over to Mitch’s house.”
Mitch was one of the producers who was renting a house for the duration of the shoot. By all accounts, it was one of the largest houses on the island.
“What’s the dress code for that?” you asked.
“It’s totally casual. He has a pool too, so if you want to bring a swimsuit that’s cool.”
“Yeah, that would be a no from me,” you laughed.
You could feel Indy’s side-eye. You had battled with body image issues your whole life, picking up on small things your mom used to say about her own body. You internalized all of her negative self-talk, repeating the cycle of behavior she picked up from her mother. It also didn’t help that your best friend was a part-time supermodel, part-time Disney princess, and full-time knockout.
But, with Carla’s help you managed to work through it and get to a lot healthier of a place. That was, until Ryan. He broke down all of the progress you had made within a matter of months. Shattering any semblance of self-esteem and self-worth. It scared you sometimes how engrained into your very being some of your behavior and thinking had gotten. Indy tried her hardest to make you see yourself the way she saw you but knew you needed to see it for yourself.
So, the notion of being in a swimsuit in front of a bunch of strangers was your definition of torture. You were so tired that you didn’t want to get into it with Indy and she could sense it.
“We’ll deal with our wardrobe tomorrow. Ari, I think we are good for tonight. I’ll just order us some food. Thanks for everything today, go get some rest.”
“Yea Ari, thanks for picking me up and driving me,” you smiled.
“Oh no worries, happy to help!” she said as she gathered her purse and phone. “Have a great night, ladies!”
“You too,” you both said in unison.
“Home sweet home,” Dieter said to himself as he walked through the door of his suite. Liz gave him the option of staying at the resort or getting his own place off-property, but he decided to stay at the resort. Besides having the amenities of the resort at his disposal, he also didn’t hate that there would be housekeeping and a restocked mini fridge.
He made his way through the entryway and saw the giant glass sliding doors before him. By the time he got to the resort it was late, so he didn’t bother heading out on the balcony. I’m having my coffee out there tomorrow.
Despite having a direct flight, he was tired. Sitting in a seat for that many hours did a number on his back and all he wanted to do was stretch out in his bed, eat some room service, and watch a movie.
He also needed to recharge so he could be on his A-game tomorrow. For as gregarious and outgoing as he was, he also needed his alone time. In situations like tomorrow’s party, he felt like he had to be “on” the whole time, playing up the charismatic side of his personality people had grown to love. But, if he was honest, it got to be pretty exhausting. He couldn’t wait until he was in front of the camera and could escape into his character.
Flying to Hawaii from the East Coast meant you were up at an ungodly hour because your body was still on Eastern Time. Your bed was so comfortable, that you were able to roll over and squeak out a couple of extra hours of sleep - you knew you would need it.
Around 5 a.m., the sun was starting to creep up the horizon, so you decided to get up. You were in your sleep shorts and a tank top, your hair in a messy bun with your glasses on.
You padded over to the kitchen barefoot to make yourself some coffee. While it brewed, you looked through a basket of goodies the resort had left for you both. Enjoying your coffee with a little sweet treat was on your list of self-care habits. You noticed a package of cookies, which looked to be from a local company. Ooo macadamia nut, I bet that’s delicious. With your cookies and coffee cup in tow, you head out to the balcony excited to curl up, enjoy the sound of the waves and bask in the calm before the craziness began. You didn’t realize how heavy the sliding door was, so you put the cup down so you don’t spill any of your precious caffeine. You had to put your whole might into getting this damn thing open, hoping you didn’t wake Indy with your racket.
Dieter rolled over and checked his alarm clock. Hmm, five, not too bad. He wasn’t the best sleeper, so he was used to early mornings. Caffeine helped.
Coffee. I need coffee.
He gets himself out of bed, not bothering with a shirt. His basketball shorts low on his hips as he runs his hand through his hard, sporting quite the bed head.
He made his way over to the kitchen and prepared a cup, going through the basket of goodies the hotel left for him. He ate the Kit-Kat last night and made a note to tell his PA to get him some more. He grabbed a package of cookies. Hmm, guava flavored, that’s interesting.
Grabbing his cup, he heads out to the balcony. Just like when he’s back home, he couldn’t wait to sit outside and listen to the water, the sound of waves crashing was so calming to him. Sitting down on one of the loungers, he closes his eyes. After a few moments, he hears a bit of a racket coming from his left. He leans forward, looking to see what was going on. Whoever is in the suite next to him was struggling to open up their sliding door.
Damn, this door is heavy. It took a bit of effort, but you were finally able to open the sliding glass door. You headed outside, breathing in the tropical air and hearing the soothing sounds of the ocean. Before you can turn around to go pick up your coffee cup, you hear someone clear their throat. Startled you turn around and are greeted by what you think is a mirage.
Am I still asleep? This has to be a dream right. Your brain was struggling to compute the vision in front of you but you could feel your mouth hanging open. You’re surprised isn’t on the floor out of shock.
On the balcony of the room next to yours was a half-naked Dieter Bravo standing looking at you. You were trying to look everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Holy shit. Wait, he’s in the room NEXT to us?! Why is he out here so early? What do I do? You wanted to run back inside and hide under the covers of your bed. But you also could not pass up the opportunity to take in the image before you.
Maybe it’s because of your profession, but you clocked his ruffled curls first. His hair was a little longer than the last time you saw him. He has a beautiful curl pattern to his hair. Gosh, I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. Then, you noticed he was wearing the black-rimmed glasses you had seen him wear in interviews. His glasses are so cute. His beard was a little patchy, some grays peeking through which was adorable and hot at the same time. Gosh, he’s aged like a fine wine.
Next, your eyes move down to his exposed torso. Goddamn, I’ve never realized how fucking broad his shoulders are. Also, has he been working out? Keep it together, keep it together. You couldn’t bring yourself to look any further down his body because your mind may have exploded. In reality, all of this took about three seconds, but you realize that you were probably gawking at him.
“Um, hi,” he said, his voice still raspy with sleep. He raised his hand and gave you a little wave. “I, uh- I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Suddenly realizing what you were wearing, you cross your arms in front of your chest. You weren’t wearing a bra and you didn’t trust the way your body was reacting.
“Ah, no y- you didn’t startle me. Well, yeah, yeah you did,” you laugh. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up at this hour. Sorry for the commotion getting out here. That door is fucking heavy.”
He laughs, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck with his right arm. Sir, are you serious with those arms?!
“Well, here we are,” he smiled, his dimples showing. Ugh, his dimples are so fucking adorable.
“So, I didn’t get to introduce myself last time, but I’m Dieter,” he says bringing his hand to his chest.
He remembers me?
You give him your name and he repeats it back, “Nice to meet you.” There are those damn dimples again.
“So, um - what flavor did you get,” he points towards the package of cookies you were holding with a vice grip.
“What?” Looking down at where he was pointing and realizing what he said. “Oh,” you look down. “Um, I got macadamia nut.” You look back at him, noticing he had a package of cookies in his left hand. “Wh-what about you?”
It takes him a moment to react, you wondered if what you said even sounded coherent.
“Oh… Yea... Ah, let’s see,” he said looking down. “I got guava. I’ve never had a guava-flavored cookie before,” he laughed.
“Neither have I.”
“Do you want to swap? I get a taste of yours and you get a taste of mine?”
You know what he meant and the comment wasn’t remotely sexual, but you still felt yourself blushing a bit and the rest of your body was also reacting.
“Um, yea, sure,” you said as you opened your package of cookies and started walking towards the end of your balcony. You leaned over the edge and he covered the rest of the distance with his long arms. Your fingers briefly brushed against each other as you made your trade and you experience what felt like a pulse of electricity go through your entire body. “Thanks,” you smiled.
“Don’t thank me yet, you may hate this flavor,” he chuckled.
Neither of you move from where you were, feet feeling like they were rooted in the ground by some magnetic pull.
“I, uh. I don’t want to interrupt what you had going on, but do you want to do the taste test now?” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Is he nervous? Or am I the one being weird and he doesn’t know how to get out of this situation? Stop it. If he wanted to leave he would.
“Um, yea sure. I didn’t have anything going on, by the way,” you gave him a shy smile. “I just wanted to come out here and hear the ocean.”
“Isn’t that like the best fucking sound?” You noticed a glint of excitement in his eyes.
“Yea, it’s so relaxing. Plus, with this view how could you go wrong, right?”
“You got that right.” There he was looking at you again. “Um ok, which flavor should we start out with first?”
“Well, we both seem a bit intrigued with the guava, so … that one?” you smirked. “That way if we don’t like it, we at least have the macadamia nut cookie as a chaser.”
“I like your style,” he winks at you. Fuuuuck. You could feel yourself melting. “Ok, on three we take a bite?” he asks as you nod. “Ok, one … two… three.”
You both take a bite and avert your eyes a bit because you just had to check in with yourself again to make sure you weren’t dreaming this whole thing. You felt the crispy texture of the cookie on your tongue, followed by the slightest hint of guava.
“Hmm,” you said.
“Do you hate it?”
“No! It’s just not what I thought it would be like, but that’s not necessarily bad.”
“Yea, agreed. It’s not a super strong flavor, but it’s good,” he said, giving you a smile. “Let’s try the macadamia nut one now!”
He seemed to be so genuinely excited … over a cookie. This man is gorgeous and adorable. And fuck, he still isn’t wearing a shirt.
“Ok, let’s do it!”
You both repeated the same countdown and took a bite. The next flavor was amazing - it reminded you a bit of a shortbread cookie, which was one of your favorites. Without even thinking of where you were and who you were with, you closed your eyes and gave a little moan as you savored the cookie. And then you hear him clear his throat. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re making it awkward. You didn’t want to make eye contact, but it was like a magnet drawing you back. You see him smirking at you. Again with the dimples!
“So, I’d venture to say you liked that one more?” his tone a little lower.
“Ah, ha, yea. Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird,” you laughed, looking down.
“Oh no, you didn’t make it awkward! I’m glad we saved that one for last.”
Just then, you hear the door sliding behind you.
“I knew I’d find you out he-” Indy stopped dead in her tracks, looking at you both. You turn around, your eyes bugging out as if to say please don’t embarrass me, but also please help me. “...here. Oh. Oh, hey Dieter!” she called over to him giving him an enthusiastic wave before snapping her eyes over to you.
“Hey, Indy. Good morning.”
“I see you have met Belle … again,” she winks at you.
“Belle?” You had told him your real name.
“Oh, sorry that’s what I call her since we were like, what B, six years old?” she said laughing.
“Ha, something like that.”
“So, what should I call you then?” he asks, looking at you.
“Whatever you want!” Indy chimes in.
You snap your head around giving her a death glare and she smiles wide, knowing you’re pissed. She is living for the awkwardness of it all.
Dieter laughs, picking up on the best friend energy. “If it’s ok with you, I rather like Belle.”
“Oh, ah, yea that’s fine with me,” you smile at him. Is he flirting with me? It’s been so long, I can’t even tell. He’s probably just being nice, right?
“Well, Belle… Indy …” he looks over to her and gives a nod. “I’ll let you ladies get to your coffee, yours is probably cold at this point Belle,” he motions down to the mug you abandoned only minutes ago. “Are you ladies going to Mitch’s party tonight?” he asks looking directly at you.
“Yea, looking forward to it.”
“Well, now I am too,” he winks before turning on his heel and going back into his room.
“Bye Dieter,” Indy calls after him. With his back to you both he sticks a hand up in the air and waves.
As he slides the door shut he glances over to you, where you were still stuck looking at him. He gives you a smile and then walks away. You wait a beat before turning around to your shit-eating-grin-sporting best friend.
“Don’t. Can you please wait until we are inside,” you say quickly collecting your cup and rushing inside.
She is on your heels, quickly closing the sliding door. You both collapse on the couch.
“Holy fucking shit.”
“Yea, holy fucking shit. I can’t believe that happened.”
“How long had you been out there? Please start from the absolute beginning. Like from the moment you woke up and don’t leave anything out.”
You recount your morning so far, not sparing any details.
“So how are you doing?” she motions down to your shorts.
“Jesus Christ, Indy!” you playfully slap her shoulder.
“What? Dieter fucking Bravo was standing out on his balcony in just basketball shorts, flirting with you and you don’t expect me to ask how she’s doing?”
“Ok, please don’t refer to my vagina in the third person,” you say as she rolls her eyes. You stop and look at her sideways and smirk “But I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t pretty fucking excited!” you giggled.
“I knew it!” she grabs a pillow throwing it at you.
“Ugh, Ind. How is he so insanely hot at 5 in the morning?”
“Ok, so we definitely need to collab on what you’re wearing tonight.”
“Can I please have a moment to decompress from what just happened?”
And just then you hear a knock at your door. It was Ari coming to check in on Indy. “Well, can you wait to ‘decompress’ until I leave?” she said as she walked over to the door to let Ari in.
“Oh my god…” you whined, burying your face in the pillow she just threw at you.
“What happened to her?” Ari asks Indy as they walk into the living room.
“She hasn’t had her coffee yet,” she winks at you.
“Oh, I can get you some coffee, Belle. How do you take it?”
“No, Ari, you don’t have to worry about me. There’s a coffee shop downstairs, I’ll go there.”
“Alright, suit yourself,” she said as she pulled some scripts out from her bag and arranged them on the dining table for Indy.
“Ok, I’m going to go get dressed and get a workout in before the meetings start,” she says to Ari. “B, I’ll see you later. I expect you to be fully decompressed,” she winks.
You get up from the couch, walk back to your room, raise your arm in the air, and give her the finger.
You collapse on your bed, smiling like an idiot and thinking about what just transpired.
Holy shit. Did he say he was looking forward to tonight? With that, you snap up and frantically start to unpack, laying out options on your bed. While unpacking, you came across your trusty vibrator. You debate what to do, knowing it really wouldn’t take long based on your morning so far. Going to switch it on, you realized the batteries died.
“Ugh,” you whined, collapsing back on your bed. Reminder to self to grab batteries when I go to the store. Frustrated, you grab your phone to check the time and do some mental math to figure out if you had time to take care of yourself before showering, getting ready, and heading down to meet Meredith.
Just then, you feel your phone buzz and it’s a text from Meredith.
MEREDITH: Good morning sunshine! Hope your flight in was good. Our deliveries just got in … I’m going to head down but could you meet me a little earlier than we planned?
BELLE: Hey! The jet lag is kicking my ass and I’ve been up for a while, so I can definitely be down soon.
Ugh.
You rush through getting ready so you could get out of your room.
Holy fucking shit. Seeing her in what she probably had worn to sleep made Dieter’s brain stop working. He was pretty pleased with himself with the whole cookie thing, but the longer he stared at her, the more he felt himself getting excited. He didn’t want to stare, but every so often he’d catch of glimpse of her nipples hard underneath the thin material of her tank top. He had been half-hard for most of the conversation, hoping she hadn’t noticed and thankful that the balcony somewhat obscured his lower half.
As he walked inside, his mind was racing, going over the last few minutes. How could someone look that beautiful so early in the morning?
Now in the comfort and safety of his suite and walking back into his room he was fully hard and ready to go. Debating what to do, Dieter made his way to his bathroom to take a shower, figuring he could just take care of himself there and clear his mind. But, part of him felt a little guilty, like it was invasive almost, to jack off to what amounted to a five-minute interaction with her.
As he was grabbing some clothes and starting the water, he heard his phone buzz. Great fucking timing Lizzie.
“What?”
“Well, aren’t you in a lovely mood this morning? Usually, people start off with a ‘hi’ or ‘How’s it going’ or ‘Hey thanks for setting me up in a kickass suite you are the best agent ever.”
Rolling his eyes, Dieter tries to cool his annoyance and manages a “Hi Lizzie. How’s it going?”
“That’s better! Well, I’m good, busy day so far. Calling to let you know that I’m going to be there day after next. I got you booked for an interview.”
“An interview? With who?” he can tell this isn’t going to be a quick conversation.
“A local magazine in the islands. They are excited about the show filming and want to talk with you and Mitch, and get a few shots of you too.”
“Why me? I’m not one of the leads. Shouldn’t that be Indy or Sam?”
“True, but neither of them is an Oscar-winning actor, Dee.”
“Lizzie, can we talk about this later. I’m kind of busy.”
“Have you met your neighbors yet?” he could hear her smirking.
“Wha-what?”
“Your neighbors? Indy and her friend are next door to you. Have you seen them yet?”
“I. Uh, how do you know that?”
“Well, I take it you did!”
Dieter felt like he was in the twilight zone. It was still super early, he was groggy, horny, flustered, and confused.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Try and have some fun tonight at Mitch’s.”
“Yea, ok Liz. I have to go.”
How did she know whose room I was next to?
The rest of your day was honestly a blur. Between unpacking and setting up the hair and makeup trailers and meeting the rest of the stylists, it was fun and a little exhausting. Although you all weren’t shooting tomorrow, there was still going to be a lot of prep work to get done while the cast did a read-through of the first episode. Meredith wanted everything in order for when shooting started in a couple of days.
After lunch, you glanced at your phone and rolled your eyes at the text from Indy.
INDY: Soooo …. Feeling better? 😉
BELLE: 🪫I need to buy batteries. 😿
INDY: Don’t you have hands? Two of them? Or a showerhead? Or fruit? I could go on…
BELLE: 🙄
INDY: Well, if it makes you feel any better it looks like Dieter is a bit on edge too.
BELLE: Oh stop it, that has nothing to do with me.
INDY: Maybe, maybe not 🤷♀️
BELLE: Ok byeeee! What time do you think you’ll be back to the room?
INDY: Shouldn’t be much longer. Please have several options ready and waiting for me when I arrive!
You get through the rest of your packing and then the Assistant Director takes the crew on a walk-through of the rest of the set. Most of the filming was taking place nearby or at the resort, so production made the decision to have the home base be the resort. Everyone was excited about the party later in the night, so you all broke early to give everyone time to change.
You had only been in the room for a few minutes before you hear the click of the lock and Indy bounded in.
“Ok, let’s figure this shit out … we have work to do!” she made a beeline for your bedroom, smiling ear to ear.
You have to admit that you were excited. The prospect of dressing up for someone made you giddy, but there was a nagging voice in the back of your head. What if you misread it. He wasn’t flirting with you, he was just being nice. There’s going to be hotter girls there, so he won’t even notice you.
“Get out of your head,” Indy said as she walked around your bed quietly inventorying your selections. “Well, I don’t see any swimsuit options, but that’s fine,” she sighs. “Well, I like one of these two.” She grabs a pair of shorts you had paired with a flowy tank. The other option was a long, flowy dress - the top was black and the skirt was a beautiful tropical print. “Do you want to know which one I’d pick and then the one I know you’re going to go with?” She’s a fucking mind reader.
Without giving you a chance to rebut, she answers for you. “If it were me and I were you, I would choose the shorts.” You roll your eyes. “You have a great ass and it looks amazing in these sorts.” She’s not wrong, it was one of your go-tos because you liked how it looked, a rarity for things in your closet. “But, because you are you, I know you are picking the dress.” Well, yea, it covers more of my body. “You realize that he already saw you in your little tank and shorts this morning, right?”
“Ok, but I’m not dressing just for him, there are other people there too and I want to look nice.”
“Whatever you say,” she smirks, lifting her hands in the air sarcastically.
“How are you going to do your hair?”
“I’m thinking down with some beachy waves.” A signature of yours if your hair wasn’t up.
“Ok, I love that.”
“And simple makeup, it’s so freaking hot outside still.”
“Good!”
“What are you wearing? Is Sam going to be excited to see you?” you tease.
Whenever Indy had a crush on someone she would talk about them non-stop, but with Sam it was different. You knew she was into him, but it was almost as if she didn’t want you to know how into him she was. Despite that, you still noticed whenever she would slip up and mention him, with a wistful look in her eyes.
“Well …if you must know, I’m thinking swimsuit with my black coverup.”
“Which suit, green or blue?” The green was the more risque of the two, but the blue one looked phenomenal on her.
“Blue,” she blushes.
“Indy! Are you blushing?! What the fuck!” you skip over to her, shaking her shoulders.
Her smile could not get any wider. “Ok, let’s get ready and head out!”
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A/N: We are in Hawaii friends! So the island they are on is actually pretty special to me, I've been to it several times and it's literally my favorite place on earth. So this is my letter love letter to it. Thank you for reading. Seriously, every comment, reblog, and like just makes my day. This has been so fun to do.
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supreme skz hairstyles please join me at this table
chan: long and curly (PEAK: overgrown and mullet-y)
era: miroh
im not sayin anything anyone disagrees with. even chan is with me on this one. god bless his hair hes beautiful always. he looks so sexy w some volume RAAAAHHH
(go under the readmore if you want to see me go into unnecessary and unasked for detail about stray kids hair styles that gets progressively more biased as i lose my mind slowly)
lee know: long and dark (peak: BLACK)
era: pre-5star
god he’s just gorgeous and sexy and long black hair is gorgeous and sexy. he has yet to have long and black hair simultaneously but i can keep praying. also hes kind of had the same haircut for forever (its okay because hes sexy) BUT he has had a LOT of hair colors and my favorite is gods menu era orange [ERIKA JAYNE MOAN]. 5star maroon can get an honorable mention. holy fuck he looked so good in gods menu
changbin: two block or, if you’re feeling spicy, undercut
era: A) this photo is god damn everywhere but have no idea the source im a toddler stay B) he always has this hair
the most stable member hairstyle wise but im not complaining cuz he’s sexy. dark, weight on top, bangs, side part, baby you’re perfect just the way you are
changbins hair has been dark forever except for like two times (varying shades of brown and then back door) and he looked good but dark hair is just iconic and sexy for him
hyunjin: black wolf cut UUUUUGGGGHHHHHH
era: RIGHT NOW. also he had the same cut in maxident but brown
han: LONG. SIDE PART. (peak: wavy)
era: my pace, 5 star
ive never had so many things to say about a complete strangers hair you have no idea how much i'm holding back for the sake of fairness and the length of this post. the longer and messier the better. peak is my pace but not the color. he looks the best in COOL COLORS. guys am i showing signs of being obsessed with han jisung or do you think im playing it off well be honest
felix: BACK DOOR!!!!!!!!!
era: BACK DOOR!!!!!!!! also kingdom kind of
mullet!!! the MULLET. felixs supreme peak look is the MULLET. im not a blonde felix supremecist in the slightest. its this CUT. i think he looks best in black hair but he has never had the two (mullet and dark hair) simultaneously. i love black hair on him (can you tell i have a thing for black hair)
kim seungmin: you know what im gonna say. side part maxident streak. (peak: PINK) (peak: FOREHEAD [ERIKA JAYNE MOAN])
era: maxident
but wait i'm not done. because 5 star coral/orange seungmin (and all its phases) is ALSO peak. and you know what else. his curly blonde hair in that one christmas performance was ALSO peak. jype is making a wise decision by only releasing his forehead periodically because its so powerful every time hes styled with it its like a gust of wind blasts through my village and shakes the foundations of my home.
vv i know the pink streak and brown hair+forehead pic are essentially the same but he looked so good in skzfamily 3 that i had to include it.
i.n: listen to me when i tell you black straight hair jeongin is my favorite. he is the love of my life. i am NOT giving him a boring answer and if you accuse me of that i will hunt you. he has these sharp gorgeous features and when his hair is stark black it just kills me. LISTEN TO ME.
era: many but most recently 5 star (NOT kingdom/thunderous era black mullet)
vvv he is so sexy and he is my boyfriend and i am not delusional.
^remember when my goal was 1 hairstyle and 2 pics per member? what happened to han and seungmin? when did we lose the plot
do you think you can guess my biases from this
#stray kids#skz#bang chan#lee know#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix#kim seungmin#yang jeongin#kpop#.txt
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Honestly, when I think about it, I kinda find Gothel prettier than Rapunzel. Mainly because she looks more like a real person with real, non-infantilized proportions(with limits, that is, this is a Disney cartoon, after all). While Rapunzel looks like a fucking baby stretched out to be the height of a teenager, not even that, but a preteen! And also because she has curly black hair, which I do too, so I find that really nice. Lastly, I feel like her color palette works better than Rapunzel’s, even though pink and purple are my favorite colors. The wine red looks very nice on her. However, I will admit that I am sort of hesitant to say this stuff because at the end of the day, Gothel is still an anti-Semitic caricature. Her Jewish features are there to remind the audience that she is evil. Not to make her more attractive, as opposed to Rapunzel and her button nose and long, straight, blonde hair(and for that matter, as a curly black-haired girlie, I HATE how the movie used curly black hair as a sign of villainy, deception, and evil and straight blonde hair as a sign of beauty, goodness, innocence, and magic, because holy fucking shit what the HECK were the writers thinking. Oh wait, never mind, I already know.) And in addition, most people who find Mother Gothel attractive sexualize her to hell and back, and that makes me very uncomfortable, whether she is a racist caricature or not. Not a fan. 🤮
I agree. I always thought that gothel looked better than rapunzel. Rapunzel’s design is so ugly to me. Her bug eyes, her very small waist and her big her head compared to the rest of her small body is not appealing to me. I also found the pink and purple color palette of her outfit to be so ugly and all over the place (even though purple is my favorite color). They ripped off Barbie as rapunzel’s dress but made it even more childlike and generic to appeal to young girls. Her design in the movie looks even worse now because the movie aged like milk. Rapunzel’s design looks way better hand drawn imo. At least gothel’s body looks like it belongs to a real life person and I found her to be pretty(even though she looks like and is a antisemitic caricature).
It’s just so depressing to me that they changed her original design from a white woman into a antisemitic caricature. Her original design looks nothing like that and she actually looked scary there. Even the original idea was that she looked like a normal and loving mother who would show her true colors through out the movie or so I heard. Just seeing that concept art of her taking rapunzel by force after rapunzel found out the truth about her looks so good. Then the writers just decided it would be easier to make her a caricature to show the difference between white rapunzel and her. They also thought her design should also be overly sexual to show how “pure and innocent” rapunzel and her mom look in comparison. It’s so disgusting. Whose bright idea was it to put this ageist, sexist and antisemitic shit in a Disney princess movie? I guess the same people who thought it would be best to release this movie one year after their first black princess movie.
What you said was so true. The curly hair being seen as bad to compared to the long blonde magical hair. Hell, even the decision to have rapunzel’s hair turn to brown after it was cut to show it lost its magic were all awful decisions. It’s like this movie was written in the 50s or something.
people who sexualize gothel are so weird. I don’t understand why people are like “she is so hot” towards people who have valid issues with her. It’s like they think it’s a compliment when it’s not.
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