#she looks like she’d listen to country music

[jennifercheckapologist]

Bandit Like Me - 00

Synopsis: You meet Ellie at her album release and she offers you her jacket.

Pairing: Rockstar!Ellie x Musician!Reader (Side Abby x Reader)

Warnings: None, really; Ellie's a slut (and southern); Reader's a slut (and southern); Reader isn't explicitly femme or masc, but I'm femme and everything I do is for myself; Eventual Smut; Joel is Super Alive

A/N: I haven't written something with a real plot that wasn't about Jennifer's Body in 5ever ! Also a transphobic radfem reblogged my last fic... terrifying. I would rather not interact with TERFs ever <3

Word Count: 1,252

On TLOU2 and Palestine

You need air- or at least, that’s what you told Abby before you rushed out onto the back patio, away from all the warm bodies, glitter, and the sounds of the world ending. It’s overwhelming being surrounded by celebrities now after all the years of shitty apartments and college parties. Now, they’re supposed to be your peers… or something like that.

You probably weren’t supposed to be here, on the guest list for one of the biggest parties of the year at Ellie’s absurd mansion- all dressed up to celebrate her. You definitely weren’t supposed to be outside, on her back patio in the cold New York air, watching her strum her guitar to herself.

You know you’re intruding, but you just can’t turn around. Not when Ellie looks so… like that with her signature guitar in her lap and her hair messily piled up on her head. She’s under-dressed in her blue jeans and wife beater. The only sign that she isn’t in the same tax bracket as you is the bright red racer jacket covering her arms. You’d seen that jacket a million times in photos. On-stage, in paparazzi photos, in music videos.

You hadn’t expected her here, outside all alone. Not when all the people worth name-dropping were inside, celebrating the release of her newest album. It seemed she was already working on the next thing. You hadn’t expected to get to speak to her either. She’d been famous since you’d been in high school- you still had her old country songs from long before she was a rockstar saved to your phone.

She must know you’re here- you didn’t make much effort to hide your arrival- but she stays focused. Her eyes are trained on her hand at the neck of the guitar, and she’s got that wrinkle between her brows like she’s doing surgery. The longer you wait, the more awkward you feel.

“Now, what would your daddy say if he saw you right now?” You manage a bit of confidence as you take a few steps toward where she’s seated, legs crossed on the concrete. It feels like a safe enough topic; something you could talk about for a while.

She chuckles, already back to being the impossibly charming star she was back inside. She flirts the same way that she breathes- instinctually, “What if I told you that he taught me everything I know?”

The answer? You wouldn’t be surprised. You’d grown up listening to Joel’s music with your parents, and you could hear bits and pieces of him all over her music. There were touches of him in your own work too. You still idolized him- had nearly choked on your drink when you saw him inside.

“About guitar,” you murmur, already melting into her, “or women?”

“Both, but there was only so much he could tell me about guitar,” she jokes. She finally looks up from her guitar, green eyes intense as she watches you squirm in front of her, “Did he see me leave?”

You shrug in response, your arms wrapped around you as you realize how cold it is. You can feel the goosebumps along your arms, and you’re starting to really regret your outfit choice, “I couldn’t say. He looked pretty relaxed the last time I saw him.”

She starts strumming again, something familiar- you recognize it from one of her first albums. It felt like those albums were a lifetime ago, but you remember listening to her debut when you were still in high school. She was only a couple of years older than you, but it seemed she was speaking right to you. You’d recognize those first tracks any day. Her strumming stopped again when you shivered and breathed into the cold air.

“Take my jacket,” she placed her guitar aside gently and began to remove the expensive leather for you, “Joel’d be pissed if I let you freeze out here, sugar.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” you protest, finally sitting next to her but certainly keeping your distance. You weren’t here to get starstruck and fall hopelessly in love with your seventeen-year-old self’s crush. You were supposed to be getting fresh air. You’d already promised Abby that you wouldn’t get into trouble tonight.

“You could,” she shoved the jacket toward you, “And you should.”

You push her hand back toward her, “Ellie, I know better.”

The smirk on her face doesn’t let up as she drawls, “You’re really hurting my ego here.”

“One second I’m in your jacket, the next I’m in your bed. I know how you are.”

“I’ve heard similar stories about you,” Ellie placed her jacket in front of you and crossed her arms, celebrating her minor victory as you picked it up and used it to cover your legs, “You don’t have to hop in my bed for it, I promise. I’m still a gentleman. Just don’t tell your girlfriend.”

“I’m sure she won’t mind. She’s a big fan,” You wink. ‘Fan’ might be a strong word here, but so was ‘girlfriend.’ What you and Abby had was something in between that. You looked good together, and you had fun. You tried not to think too much about Ellie knowing anything about your love life.

She reached for her guitar again with a laugh, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

You watched as she stood to leave, seemingly pleased with that being the end of your interaction. You stood awkwardly and called her name, folding her jacket over your arm. She only turned back around to you when she reached the door back into her house, “Your jacket?”

And god, you want to push her for how cocky she looks as she turns on her heel to grin at you, “Don’t worry, I’ll take it back once I’ve seen you in it.”

The moment she’s inside, the whole interaction feels fake. The only evidence you have of the moment is the red leather covering your arm, and you feel like a ridiculous teenager as you bring it to your nose to take in her scent. It smells earthy and expensive and now you’re certain you were smart not to put it on. If you had kept bantering with her, surrounded by her scent like this, you would be in trouble.

You stay outside, thinking about the feeling of being with Ellie for a little longer before heading back in to find Abby. She lights up when she sees you, her large arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in like you really do belong to her. She’s warm against you, and when she gives you your personal space back, she has confusion contorting her face as she stares at the leather folded over your arm, “That’s new.”

“Yeah,” you attempt to shrug off the edge in her voice, “I ran into Ellie Williams outside and it was cold so she-”

“She left her own party to sit outside and wait for a pretty girl to need a jacket?” She murmurs into your ear, pulling you back into her. You can already tell she’s preparing to make this a thing.

You frown up at her, “She was working on a song or something. I interrupted her and she was really nice about it.”

“I’m sure she was.”

“Oh, stop it,” you hook your free arm around her neck, “She knew I came with you.”

That makes the corners of her mouth perk up. She presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before responding, “Good.”

Housekeeping: Dividers again by @saradika ; pinterest board that got me here ; As always, I'm a black femme lesbian and that's my truth

#ellie williams #wlw #abby anderson #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #rockstar!ellie #fame au #zavi learns to write♍

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 6

Steve 'the Hair' Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you'll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. (1 2 3 4 5)

A/N: How are we feeling in a post-"Flight of Icarus" world, y'all? I knew from the beginning that I'd want to add some of the lore in and let me tell you, I LOVE Ronnie Ecker. For those of you who did not read the book, or haven't had a chance to, Ronnie is Eddie's best friend who ended up with a full scholarship to NYU. They're siblings, your honor.

Also if anyone can show me on this map where the plot is going, I'd really appreciate it.

This late at night, the only sounds in the trailer park came from the occasional dog barking and the echoes of Eddie’s tapes blasting as he pulled up to Wayne’s trailer. His uncle was working tonight as usual, which would normally allow Eddie time to hog the tv before passing out for a few precious hours before he had to get up for school. 

Tonight however, his mind was buzzing with what had just happened less than an hour ago. He liked you, he wasn’t sure how much yet but he did. You were sharp and knew your stuff about metal. It helped that you were cute. Really cute. 

He liked seeing you in the passenger seat of his car, matching wits with his friends and ranting about Ozzy. He liked seeing you laughing and the way you watched him play. He really liked the way you had fiddled with the pick he’d thrown at you at the end of the set. 

Eddie had never done that before. He’d wanted to, but never had anyone’s attention like that before- no. That wasn’t true. There had been one other person who’d listened to him play like that, two years ago. 

Was he always gonna fold to the site of a pretty girl actually paying attention to his music? 

“Of course you are.” Ronnie’s voice echoed on the phone. “And I’m gonna laugh every time you do.” 

Eddie groaned, holding the receiver to his ear as his forehead pressed against the front of the fridge. He hadn’t planned on running to her with this, but he was nowhere near able to wind down. He hadn’t even expected Ronnie to pick up the phone this late at night with the time zone difference and the fact that it was a school night. He’d have to push his stash a bit harder to pay Wayne back for the long distance call. 

The past two years had been a slow crawl of building back trust up with Veronica Ecker. The two had gone almost a whole summer without talking before Eddie had basically groveled for forgiveness outside of Granny Ecker’s trailer before Ronnie left for New York. She had forgiven him enough to let him give her a ride to the airport. 

“Last time?” He’d asked. 

“Last time.” She’d repeated. 

“So why didn’t you shack up with her tonight?” Ronnie asked. “You got her into your van, and you dropped her off like a gentleman.” 

“I don’t know, I panicked.” Eddie sighed, bonking his head against the fridge a few times. “She was right there, and she was leaning in and all I saw was Paige leaning in-”

“You know not every girl who shares your taste in music is Paige, right?” Eddie could practically see Ronnie rolling her eyes on the other end of the line. 

“Any girl that shares my taste in music ends up fucking off to the opposite end of the country.” 

This made Ronnie laugh. “You’re an idiot. Paige fucked off back to her job and I fucked off to college.”

“Fucking off is fucking off.”

“Maybe you need to fuck off.”

“I tried, remember?” 

She remembered. Both of them remembered. 

“Look, stop being a dipshit.” Ronnie said after a moment of awkward silence. “You’re graduating this year, right?”

“Uhhh...”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m working on it. I just need those last stupid two classes and then I’m home free.” Eddie confirmed. 

“You can’t stay in high school forever.” Ronnie said. “And you’re gonna realize that there’s life outside of Hawkins. Have you even talked to Paige since then?”

He hadn’t, and they both knew it. Eddie gave up two months after she’d bailed him out of jail. Two months of dead air silence. He got the hint. 

“No.”

“Then stop worrying about one girl from over two years ago!” Eddie could feel the phantom pain of Ronnie punching him in the arm like she always used to. “Get laid and graduate, Munson. You earned it.”

Eddie snorted, sliding down the fridge to sit on the cool floor. “Is that the only advice you got for me, Ecker?”

“It’s the only advice you need. Did you pass that test last week?” Ronnie asked. 

“By the skin of my teeth.” Eddie sighed, leaning his head back against the fridge. 

“Your new girl graduated, maybe she can help you study.”

“She’s not my girl. She’s a girl that I’ve met a handful of times-”

“That’s turning your brain to mush.” 

“She doesn’t even know who I am, Ronnie.” He fiddled with the chord in his hand, watching the spiral wind and unwind around his fingers. It was already stretched out pretty bad, with a few spirals already tangled beyond repair like his old slinky from when he was a kid. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Ronnie asked. “She doesn’t know you, that means she doesn’t feed into the bullshit of the rumor mill.” 

Ronnie had a point and he hated it, but that’s why he called her to begin with. Ronnie was the only person who could cut through his Munson bullshit and give it to him straight. He missed it. As much as he enjoyed the power he had to protect his little lost sheepies, they were all too intimidated to actually stand up to him and call him out the way that Ronnie would.

“Yeah, you’re right. As usual.” Eddie could hear her snort and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “So why the hell are you even awake right now? Up til 2 am on a school night, Ecker?”

“It’s barely past midnight, the time zone isn’t that off. I was studying for a test, but hearing you complain about your love life is a far more productive use of my time.” 

“You’re using me to slack off, aren’t you?” 

“If I have to look at my flashcards one more time tonight my eyes are gonna go square. How’s Granny doing?”

“She’s an empty nester and is determined to turn me into her replacement grandson until you visit again.” Eddie shook his head. “She threatened to give me a haircut the last time she dropped off a plate for Wayne.”

Ronnie had come back to visit a grand total of five times since she’d left, returning for holidays and summers to visit Granny Ecker and by extension Eddie. Each time she’d come back with stories of law school and how different New York is. 

It seemed impossible, everything that Ronnie had told him about going to college and about life outside their small town. She was playing Dungeons and Dragons still, having found a group that would play with her. According to her, being a rules lawyer for the game at a law school hit way different than it had their small Hellfire group in high school. No one even cared that they played outside of a few students who had better things to do than enact violence against a few nerds. 

Then again, in law school everyone was some sort of nerd. Eddie wondered if even a freak would be accepted there. Well, socially at least. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d be able to be accepted into law school with his grades. Ronnie had invited him up to visit a few times, but there was never time or money to do it. 

The two continued talking for another hour, catching up until Ronnie was scolding him for staying up so late on a school night. 

“Yeah? And what’s your excuse?” Eddie said. “It’s almost 4:20 am there.” 

“Ha. Ha. Again, ha.” Ronnie said. “Still not how timezones work. And my first class doesn’t start until noon.”

Right. In college you didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn every day. 

“Night, Ecker.”

“Night, Munson. Graduate and get laid.” 

“Does it matter the order?”

“Good night, Eddie.”

Talking to Ronnie had eased his nerves, but there was still something inside that wouldn’t let him lay down and go to sleep. It was late now, way later than he intended to stay up tonight. The night he played at the Hideout always had him up late, and his teacher already considered him more useless than usual on Wednesdays. It’s not like anyone would care if he slept in class, unless they were in a particularly foul mood. 

He made his way to a stack of books in his room rummaging through a pile or two until he found what he was looking for. Eddie’s copy of Lord of the RIngs was well loved at best, and completely trashed at worst. The cover of the paperback was nearly torn off, taped back together haphazardly over the years. Pages were dogeared, the spine was cracked, notes were scribbled in the margins, and his name was scribbled in messy cursive on the front page declaring that this book belonged to Eddie Munson and that he was in third grade.

Eddie stripped out of most of his clothes, tossing his jewelry on his nightstand, and hopped into bed. He turned on a small lamp and opened the book. He could probably recite the first chapter from memory if he tried, the words on the page a comfortable lullabye for his wound up mind. But tonight he flipped to a page near the end where his bookmark was. The flower made out of blue construction paper wasn’t nearly as old as the book, and only in better shape because it never left the safe pages of Tolkein’s writing. 

His eyes glanced at his arm again, your phone number a temporary tattoo on his skin until it washed off. Shit, it was going to wash off eventually. Eddie grabbed a pen from under his bed and added another scribble to the inside of the book before copying your number carefully onto the paper flower. At least this way he’d always know where it was. 

With that aside, Eddie didn’t make it through three pages of his book before he passed out with the light still on. 

Fall Semester, 1984

The PrinciPAL’s office was just as interesting and inviting as it always was, which is to say not at all. Eddie was slumped back on a chair, watching as Janice sorted through paperwork, pretending to look busy so that she could avoid any small talk with ‘that Munson boy’. He had been waiting for Higgin’s to show up for almost fifteen minutes now, because why shouldn’t he waste Eddie’s time at this point? The worst that was going to happen today is that they’d do their little song and dance, Eddie would plead his case that the flyers were absolutely serious and that Chris Morrison had every intent to run for student council, and that it was all of the club that had made the posters, Higgins would shake his head and not believe Eddie for a second (which to be fair, this would be the first time that Eddie would admit privately that it was his fault), they’d go back and forth until Eddie got some form of detention or Saturday school. 

Honestly, the worst part would be rescheduling Hellfire if he wound up in detention. 

Eddie had counted out 13 paper clips that Janice had used in her papershifting before the door to the front office opened up again. He looked up, expecting to see Higgins walk in, ignore him for another five minutes, before Janice would let Eddie go in. 

He didn’t expect to see you, pale and shaken, clutching a teacher’s note in your hand. Eddie watched as you handed the note over to Janice who read it, shook her head, and pointed at the chair next to himself. Your eyes never left the floor as you sat next to him, staring at the cheap carpet as if you could somehow burn a hole in it and disappear. 

Trouble was no stranger to Eddie, and Eddie was no stranger to trouble. In Hawkins the name ‘Munson’ might as well be in the thesaurus next to the word. This wasn’t his first rodeo, and it would be far from his last as long as Higgins stayed the princiPAL. He’d walk away with a lecture and a sigh and then it would be business as normal. 

The look on your face though, that was far from the mild annoyance he felt. You look downright traumatized at the idea of having been sent here. Eddie glanced up at Janice who deigned to make eye contact with him now. Her eyes flicked between the two of you, a disapproving look behind her purple frames as if this was somehow Eddie’s fault that you had ended up here as well. But then, as far as any of the faculty from the office was concerned, even him being enrolled at this school was a death sentence to the rest of the poor student body. Eddie was a disease that they would try to contain until they had the cure to remove him. 

The shaking of your knee made your chair (and his chair by proxy) rattle slightly. The quiet of the office and the mundane shuffling of Janice’s papers only added to the tension that was radiating off you. 

“Janice, is Higgin’s gonna be long?” Eddie finally asked, and your bouncing knee stopped for just a moment before going back to its nervous movement. 

“He’s in a very important meeting.” Came the reply over a stack of papers, still not looking at Eddie. 

He sighed again and looked over at you, trying to place where he knew your face. Your eyes were a bit red, and you looked like you were on the verge of crying. Shit, he needed to do something before he had to ask Janice for the tissue box. 

“First time?” Eddie asked, and when you didn’t respond he nudged your knee with his. 

You jumped slightly, head snapping up. It was a wonder you didn’t give yourself whiplash and it would have been almost funny to Eddie had you not looked like a deer in the headlights looking at him. 

“I... Huh?” your voice cracked slightly. 

“What are ya in for?” Eddie did his best to give you a smile which he was sure made him look more like a serial killer than a comfort. It was rare he wished that he had his dad’s smile, but in cases like this he’d make an exception. 

You looked at the paper in your hand and swallowed. “Uh... skipped.” 

“Skipped school or just class?” Eddie prompted, trying to get you to talk more. If you were talking, then you weren’t crying. That’s what he hoped at least. 

“Class.” He didn’t think you’d say anymore but you surprised him. “US History.” Eddie caught the way your eyes darted to Janice again as if to make sure she wasn’t listening in, but Janice had better things to do than to eavesdrop on two delinquents. “I wasn’t... I had a bad day. I'm having a bad day. I felt like I was going to explode and I went to the library.” 

Eddie nodded, wondering what had happened today that made you need to duck out. It wasn’t his business, and frankly Higgin’s was going to grill you enough as it was. 

“Rookie mistake.” He said instead. 

“Rookie...?” 

Eddie kept his voice low and leaned in closer to you as if telling you a secret. “If you’re gonna skip, you can’t go to the library. You might as well have walked into the teacher’s lounge and announced that you were cutting class.”

You let out a sharp breath that he swore counted for a laugh. “Thanks for the heads up, can you tell me that a few hours ago?”

There was color returning to your face now and Eddie kept going. His brown eyes scanned your face, trying to place where he knew you from. Hawkins was a small town, and there was nothing about you that screamed ‘I’m new!’. 

He liked your sarcasm though, and his ‘comforting’ grin shifted into a genuine smile. “If you’re gonna ditch, you need to go to the bathroom or go outside.” He said. “Especially for last period. Go hide outside in the woods and you can slip into the parking lot seamlessly without anyone noticing. By the end of the day the teachers are barely taking attendance anyway.”

“Have you been in the girls rooms here?” you asked, shaking your head. “I think I’d rather take my chances here than stay in there longer than I’d have to.” Eddie wasn’t sure if you were trying to make a joke or if you were serious.

“Would you rather hide in the boys room?” he asked. “I swear it only smells like piss almost all of the time and you’d end up in the splash zone even if you were in a stall.”

That got a laugh out of you, a genuine one. Your shoulders were relaxing and you looked down at the paper again and took a deep breath that you exhaled with a sigh. 

“I’ve never been in trouble before.” you said, your hands starting to bend and fold the paper on your lap absently. “I’m not good at being in trouble.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m here.” Eddie nudged your knee again with his. “Being in trouble is kind of my job here at Hawkin’s High. I’m a professional, you know. If I wasn’t here taking up all of Principal Higgin’s time he might have to actually do his job.” 

That last part was louder, as he directed it to Janice who refused to take the bait and only reached for her lilac stapler instead. 

A small smack on his arm drew his attention back to you, you were smiling at him looking astonished. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!” you whispered at him. 

“We’re already in trouble.” Eddie reminded you, his smile never fading. “Look, you’ve never been in trouble before, right? You’re gonna be fine. Just give him a good sob story about being overwhelmed with school, or about a sick pet. If you can squeeze out some tears that’s even better. The worst that he’s gonna do is give you a slap on the wrist and maybe detention if he’s in a shit mood”

You take in his words, listening to him carefully and taking in every word he was saying as if this was life or death. Eddie admittedly, had purposefully slipped into his Dungeon Master voice. It was a skill that normally only worked on his little sheepies in his club, and that was after semesters of training his players to listen and pay attention to his words or else it would be life or death for their characters. 

Having someone else listen to him like that? It felt really good. 

Your mouth started to open to say something but then the office door opened again and Higgin’s stepped in, nodding to Janice and then looking at the two of you. There was an accusatory look in his eyes as he made eye contact with Eddie again, and it was clear what that look said. Leave her alone, don’t make things worse for her than they already are. 

“Munson.” Higgins said and it took everything in him to stay still and not flinch at his last name. He was used to the weight that came with his name, but he hadn’t wanted you to know who he was. Not after he just remembered where he knew you from, glancing down at the note that you had folded into a flower in a fit of nerves. 

“I heard you missed me, Sir.” Eddie forced his eyes to meet Higgin’s. “You really should just start saying hi in the hallways instead of inviting me to these little chats every week. You’re taking away valuable learning time from me, you know.” 

If the two of them had been alone, Higgins would have snapped back at Eddie about being a smartass. But you were there, and the color had drained from your face again, and there was a shine to your eyes that was threatening to spill over your waterline. Higgins looked at you and motioned for you to follow him into his office. 

Eddie wished that you would turn and look at him before disappearing into the PrincePAL’s office. He could imagine you turning to look at him for comfort, he’d give you a smile that would put you at ease and a thumbs up. You’d give him another smile and walk in feeling brave. 

Instead it was like you forgot he was there as your figure disappeared behind the heavy wood door that shut with a heavy click. 

Of course Higgins had you come in first, even though Eddie had already been sitting here since the beginning of the period when he’d been called in. 

He was tempted to go over to the door and press his ear up against it to listen in on what he was saying to you but even Janice would scold him for that. So there Eddie sat for another ten minutes as he waited for you to step out again. 

Higgin’s was the one to open the door and let you out of the office, as if he were some gentleman instead of Eddie’s own personal warden five days a week. You walked out and to Eddie’s surprise you gave him a nod and mouthed thank you as you slipped back out the door and into the hallway. 

Eddie’s eyes followed you until he couldn’t see you anymore and it took Higgin’s standing in front of him with folded arms and saying his full government name for Eddie to snap back to reality. 

“Munson. A word about your little flyers?”

“Well, I’d say a picture is worth a thousand words-”

“In my office.”

Eddie didn’t remember much else about that talk, only remembering the white paper flower that had been carelessly tossed into the trash next to Higgin’s desk. 

“He still hasn’t called you?” Steve asked as you, him, and Robin continued your closing routine. The day had been busy, with almost everyone in Hawkins coming to rent a movie for the weekend. Robin was stocking the candy while you wiped down the sticky counter where children had been touching all day. Who’s idea was it to leave out free suckers on the counter anyway?

Oh right, that was your idea because you loved Halloween. 

“Nope.” you said, your voice a little tense. It had been almost two weeks since that night at the Hideout. You hadn’t returned to the dive bar, hoping that Eddie would call you and make the next move. Each passing day you had stayed as close to the phone as possible when you were home and you’d checked your voicemail every day when you got home for any sign that he’d attempted to reach out. 

Nothing. 

You shouldn’t feel this rejected but you did. It was far too early to tell if you had any feelings beyond initial attraction to the guy, but... you’d felt something. An enjoyment of bantering with him and an ease that came as naturally as your friendship with Robin and Steve. 

Plus, you had to admit it, he was really fucking hot. Seeing him play guitar two weeks ago had haunted your dreams and slipped into a few of your fantasies when you were alone. 

You kept that part to yourself though, that was the last thing that Steve or Robin needed to hear. Besides, that was Steve’s job to go far too into detail about his sex life. Steve had tried ribbing you about going home with Eddie but you’d told him that you were a complete gentleman with him. 

That night had left you feeling electrified, almost high as you danced around your room as you got ready for bed. Even as his odd parting rattled around your brain, you couldn’t help but to feel excited at the idea of seeing him again. 

Then a few days went by. Then a week. And now two weeks later you hadn’t heard from him. The kids hadn’t stopped by either so you couldn’t hassle them about Eddie either. Even if they had, you weren’t sure if you could ask about him, you didn’t want to come across as desperate. 

“Did you ever figure out what he meant by ‘five times?’” Robin asked, opening up a squished package of Reese's Cups. “Like, didn’t you say you didn’t know him?”

You threw your hands up before tossing the paper towels you were using to clean in the trash can. 

“I have no idea.” you said. “Either I’m bad at math, he’s bad at math, or maybe we’re both stupid.”

“He did get held back a few times.” Steve muttered to himself. 

“There’s a chance that you two have met before though.” said Robin, “I mean think about it, you’re both weirdos who went to the same school. Shouldn’t you both have bumped into each other before?” 

“You’d think so, but my group kind of kept to ourselves.” you said with a sigh. “We were private weirdos. When I DID try and make other friends-”

“Yeah, yeah, Chris Morrison shot you down.” Steve said, waving his hand. 

“Oh, you heard that story?” you laughed. “I didn’t think I mentioned it to you before.”

Steve gave you a blank stare that only made you laugh more. “I swear you keep talking about that guy more than Eddie. Maybe I should track him down and set you up on a blind date with him instead.” 

“Don’t you dare!” 

“Hey, that could be fun!” Robin added. “We’ll dress you up super hot, set you up with Chris, and then you can turn him down instead!” 

“Excuse you, Robin. I am always super hot.” you declared, straightening out your unflattering Family Video vest. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”

You hadn’t done laundry in a week, and your hair had seen better days. The green polyester vest was wrinkled and if Keith saw you looking sloppy he’d probably have words about it. Not big words or even intimidating words, but words nonetheless. It was night and day compared to how you’d looked at the Hideout and the arcade earlier in the month. But it wasn’t like you had anyone to impress while you were at work anyway. 

“Hey, nerdy chicks can be hot.” Steve said. “I mean, Nancy’s an academic nerd and I was crazy about her.” 

You hummed thoughtfully and turned to Robin. “How about we get married instead?” you asked. “You, me, a fuck ton of cats, and a tax break. What do you say?”

Robin laughed and shook her head. “You aren’t my type.” Her eyes darted nervously to Steve for a split second and you sighed dramatically. 

“Guess it’s just me and the cats I’ll eventually adopt.” you said. “Not even a tax break.” 

“You know, Keith thinks you’re cute-”

“I am going to pretend that you did not just say that, Harrington.” you said firmly. “Nope, not happening. Uh-uh. Absolutely not.” 

“He’s not... that bad?” Robin said, but you could hear the pain in her voice through the laughter. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” 

“The lady is trying not to think actually.” you laugh. “We’re closed, I’m actually done thinking. I just wanna finish cleaning up and go home. What’s left?”

“Rewinding the returns,-”

“Ugh.”

“Cleaning up the kids movies,-”

“Ugh.”

“And cleaning the bathroom.”

“UGHHHHHH.” 

“Would you rather clean up the porn room?” asked Robin. 

“Yes actually, I would.” You said. “Whatever they think about doing in that room is what they do end up doing in the bathroom.”

“Gross.”

Steve sighed “Okay, I’ll be the hero and save you ladies from cleaning the bathroom. Robin, you fix the kids section, and you can rewind the tapes.”

“I thought I was in charge here.” You crossed your arms. 

“Okay, did you have a better way to divide and conquer?”

“...No.”

“Then let’s hurry up and-”

Ding!

“Who didn’t lock the door?!” you asked. 

“It was Steve’s job to-” Robin started. 

“Oh, shit. Hi.” Steve was staring at the person who had just walked in. You turned around and your heart jumped in your chest and your stomach dropped. 

“Cursing in front of customers, Harrington?” Eddie said. “Now that’s not very professional of you.”

Robin’s eyes were darting so fast between you and Eddie that you were surprised she wasn’t giving herself vertigo. You tried to give her a pointed glare but your friend either didn’t get the hint or refused to. 

“Well, we’re closed. You can’t be a customer if you can’t pay.” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. 

Eddie looked away from Steve and made eye contact with you. It had been two weeks since you’d seen him, and you glazed at his arm for a second, trying to see if the faded remains of your phone number were still stamped on his arm. Unfortunately for you he was wearing a heavy leather jacket and you had not yet developed x ray vision. Perhaps in another genre. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie asked and you, ignoring Steve who looked mildly offended. 

You stood there in shock for a second before Robin nudged you in the rib. 

“I- uh. I have to finish closing.” you said, snapping out of it. 

“Steve and I can handle the rest of closing!” Robin grabbed Steve and shook his shoulder. 

“Guys, I’m literally in charge of you both. I can’t leave before you.” You said, already reaching for your bag under the counter. 

“We can handle it!” Steve said. 

“And I can handle Steve!” Robin added. “We close without you and Keith all the time, remember?”

You could trust Robin, and as long as Steve didn’t knock down any displays then it wouldn’t take them more than another ten minutes to finish up. You were so tempted to turn them down, make Eddie wait as you had waited for him for the past two weeks. 

But you were already stepping behind the counter towards Eddie and tossing the keys to lock up to Robin. Keith would murder you and write you up (in that order) if he knew what you were doing but looking up at the roundest pair of brown eyes you’d ever seen had you in the mood to make questionable choices. 

You shrugged off your vest and tossed it at Steve, in an attempt to make yourself look like you hadn’t spent the whole day dealing with unruly customers and screaming kids. Part of you almost wished that you had agreed to bathroom duty, if only to give you an excuse to look in a mirror and straighten yourself out. 

“Thanks, guys.” you gave them a quick nod, catching sight of Robin’s knowing smirk and Steve shaking his head before walking out the door that Eddie was holding open for you. 

The last thing you heard was the scrambling of the entrance to Family Video being locked. 

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Part 7

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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#nacht fic #wing man #eddie munson x reader

[luvhughes43]

tornado warning | nico hischier x reader

summary: every summer nico comes back home to Switzerland and resumes his fling with yn even though she knows it’s not good for her.

lyrics: "don't understand how quickly we get right back in our rhythm without missing a step, and logically the last thing i should have on my mind but i want you there sometimes"

"i guess maybe thats why im lying to my therapist, i keep saying things like "i never saw him and we never kissed"

word count: 1.1k

you and nico were kind of a thing before he moved to the us for hockey. it was the average high school relationship, hand holding and late night talks on the phone. it was never supposed to be how it is now. you weren’t together, but every time off-season hit, Nico was back in Switzerland and you were suddenly calling out for him and he was there, every single time. 

Don't understand how quickly we get

Right back in our rhythm without missing a step

And logically, the last thing I should have on my mind

But I want you there sometimes

he had just gotten back in the country less than 24 hours ago, and your mind was already reeling with how quick everything was already going. he was in your bed shirtless, arms slung around your waist as soft music played in the background. you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your side, and you could feel his soft hair against your fingertips as you let them brush across his scalp.

“Ni?” you whispered, unsure if he had already fallen asleep.

“Yes?” he replied groggily, not bothering to move so he could look up at you.

you debated on asking him what the two of you were, what you were even doing. you knew that when he inevitably left you again at the end of the summer you would be a wreck, and despite yours, your friends, and your therapists advice, you couldn’t quit Nico. 

I guess maybe that's why 

I'm lying to my therapist

I keep saying things like 

"I never saw him and we never kissed"

your lovely therapist knew all about your relationship with Nico. It was a topic that came up regularly during your hour-long sessions. 

“I just don’t know what i’m going to do about this, like… we always fall back into how things were, and i just don’t know if i can do it anymore,” you went over your dilemma for what seemed like the hundredth time. your therapist nodded her head slowly as she listened to you once again reiterate your issues. 

she set her pen down against her notepad before looking into your eyes, “be honest, have you seen him since he came back?” she questioned and you tried to still your fidgeting. 

“No, i never saw him. I’ve just heard from friends who’ve seen him around,” you lied smoothly, shifting a little on the couch you were sitting on. If your therapist knew you had kissed him too… multiple times… you knew what she’d say. she wants you to move on but how can you when Nicos at your doorstep and is asking for you? you just can’t seem able to get over him.

I think he's onto me every time I say

"I'm over that son of a bitch"

“I am so over him,” you slur to your friends who all give each other side glances. you’ve been telling them the same thing for years, and it seemed like Nico had a sixth sense when it came to you trying to get over him. Every time you declared you were over him, he was calling or doing something to pull you right back in.

“yn honey, why don’t you-” your friend started but you eagerly cut her off.

“no like seriously this time, how dare he come back to me! like he thinks he can just come back into my life every damn time!” you practically shouted, getting up off the couch to really make your point clear. You pointed in the directions of each of your friends and continued, “next time he calls, guys i swear just take my phone and block him because i am never, and i mean never! talking to him again!” you slurred your words and your friends just nodded at your new attempt to rid yourself of Nico.

not even a minute later he was calling your phone, your ringtone blaring through the material of your jeans as you urgently fished it out. “yn who is it?” one of your friends asked as she moved to stand next to you. 

a goofy smile took over your face once you saw Nicos contact. The rest of your friends didn't even need to peek at your phone to know who was calling. “i’m just going to answer it,” you giggled a bit, pulling away from your small group of friends.

“yn no! you just said you were never going to talk to him again!” your friend jumped off the couch and rushed over to you, trying to grab your phone out of your hand before you accepted the call. 

she was too late. you shielded your phone from her and quickly accepted, smiling into the phone once you heard Nicos voice on the other end of the call.

“Ni!” you giggled into the call, all of your previous sentiments ignored the second you heard his voice asking for you to come over. all of your friends watched you walk out the door and into his car, all of them groaning when you two drove off.

I'll drive you home

You drive me crazy

But that's not gonna stop me

I'll call you out

You call me "baby"

it was nico’s last night in switzerland before he was catching a flight back to jersey. you were driving him home after a late night at your apartment, not having the urge to turn him away when he called saying he wanted to properly tell you goodbye.

“you drive me crazy, Ni” you sighed, watching him unbuckle himself out of your passenger side. 

“what are you talking about baby?” he asked, seemingly unaware of the effect his words had on you. 

“I’m not your baby” you admitted softly, turning around so you can face him full on. his brow furrowed at your words. you desperately wanted to say something to him, bring up your feelings or how conflicted you were about this whole relationship-that-wasn’t. but you guys were never the ones to sit and chat about all your feelings, so you let it all go. 

“I’m sorry, i think i’m just tired” you tried laughing it off but it sounded a little strained. 

“well we had a busy night,” Nico laughed as you felt your face heat up, turning around so he could face you properly too.

you smiled at him, painfully aware that this was the last time you’d be seeing him in months. you felt the lump grow in your throat, and you painfully swallowed it back as Nico reached for the door handle. 

Nico opened the door. he halfway outside before he seemingly realized something and leaned back inside, kissing you softly on the lips over the middle of your console. 

he pulled away too soon, and then you sat watching him walk away. The lump in your throat getting more painful with every step he took. you had no idea how you were going to get him out of your mind this time.

#sabrina masterlist #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier fic #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl fic #nhl imagine

[honoviadakai]

Rating the Hazbin crew based on how much I trust them to drive me places 🚗 😈

(This idea comes from @not-just-another-hazbin don’t think I didn’t see your reblog my friend, it’s been making me cackle for a week now 🤣)

Charlie 🏨🎶:

8/10

Oh this is the SAFEST person you could get in a car with

Although

9 times out of 10, she’s probably not the one driving

It would be Razzle and Dazzle

That being said

When she DOES drive, you’re guaranteed to get from point A to point B in one piece

She’s a little too safe though….

She follows all traffic laws to the letter

And that wouldn’t borne a problem…if you guys weren’t in hell

Traffic laws in hell are a suggestion more than anything else

So more often then not, people are yelling slurs and insults at you two

Also, she’s lowkey a s low driver

She refuses to go above 30mph unless absolutely necessary

And that’s usually never with her

So if you have an appointment at 4pm and she’s the one driving you

No you don’t

It’s at 2pm

3pm at latest

She honestly gives off massive “trying to be the cool mom” vibes when driving

But her some slack, it’s the daddy issues that make her give that vibe

Vaggie 🦋🗡️:

8/10

She’s pretty ok at driving tbh

She’s gonna keep you safe and she’s more than capable of navigating you through the hellscape of hell’s roads

But her road rage is insane

Like you’d think someone like Husk has horrible road rage right?

Nah

It’s Vaggie

She genuinely might actually start ramming into people if they’re being truly unreasonably unhinged and threaten your safety

She truly just wants to keep you safe so that’s exactly what she’s gonna do

Just keep your seatbelt on…please

She’s also just not gonna let anyone eat in her car

No exceptions

Alastor🦌📻:

-100/10

Why…oh why in the ever loving FUCK would you get in a car where the RADIO DEMON was behind the wheel!?!

Get out of the car!

NOW!

He’s gonna cause an accident on the freeway on purpose!

And god help you if you say you’re in a hurry!

He’s gonna grove even slower than Charlie!

Like 5MPH kind of slow!

DO. NOT. LET. ALASTOR. DRIVE!

Angel Dust🕷️💕:

6/10

He’s an average driver tbh

Well…

When he’s being chill/sober

He’s pretty good at staying out of trouble and getting you from point A to B in the time you need

Now if he’s having a manic episode or had too much coke….

Please for the love of god buckle up

He’s speeding so fast it makes Sonic the Hedgehog look like a tortoise

He’s there for a good time, not a long time and he wants to see some shit get wrecked

But tbh he might not let you in the car if he’s doing this

He doesn’t care what happens to him

But you?

Your safety matters so much to him…

Thankfully he hasn’t done stuff like that in a long time so for the most part, he’s a good person to go to if you need a ride

Husk🐈‍⬛🥃:

9/10

He’s got the soul of a grumpy old man and he drives like one too

First of all

He’s gonna complain when you ask him to take you anywhere

He’s gonna drive you ofc

But he’s gonna act like you took him away from something important

It was booze

You took him away from his quiet drinking time

How dare you

He’s gonna get you from point A to B as quickly and as safely as he can

Nothing crazy, he just wants to hurry back home with as little chaos happening as possible

Low key I feel like he plays country, blues and/or rock music from around the time he was alive

It’s mostly sad music if you really listen to the lyrics

He honestly doesn’t care if you eat in the car but if you make a mess, he’s making you clean it

It’s honestly like getting a ride from you’re very tired and jaded uncle

Niffty🐞🪡:

-90/19

No

Absolutely not

First of all

Look at her

She’s like 3 ft tall

How is she supposed to reach the pedals or look over the steering wheel????

Second

Even if she was tall enough to drive properly….would you honestly get in the car with her???

The best way I can explain her driving….

And even then…I think she’s 1000 times worse than this guy

She’d tumble it hard enough to make it explode while you’re both still inside

And she’s laugh gleefully….

Just get a cab…it’s much safer

Sir Pentious🐍🥚:

-60/10

Ok

I know he’s capable of piloting his war machine

But piloting a ship and driving a car and very different for him

Ships are easy for him

But cars????

It’s like reading a foreign language to him

You’ll eventually reach your destination sure

But the town you just passed through is somehow on fire

And so is the car

And it’s only being held together by duct tape and prayers…

Just walk

Your chances of coming home in once piece is much higher that way

#Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #Alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #Angel Dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #Husk #Husker #hazbin hotel husk #Niffty #hazbin hotel niffty #sir pentious #hazbin hotel sir pentious

[steviewashere]

Laughter Like a Kiss on the Lips

Rating: General CW: Steve Harrington has Lackluster Parents (Not Terrible, But Not Amazing Either) Tags: Established Relationship, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Dialogue Heavy, Making Promises, Reflecting on the Good Parts of Childhood, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Laughter, Tickling, Ticklish Steve Harrington For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is wanting to know everything about what makes up the person you're in love with, even the difficult stuff."

💕—————💕

They’ve been laying on the carpet of Steve’s living room for the better half of an hour. Sprawled, loose, listening to one another breathe. The day’s been a long one. Early work shifts, car breakdowns, a short and resolved argument. It’s just been rough.

Debriefing usually results in this. Silence and floor. Closed eyes and steady chests. But Eddie, the restless jumble of energy he is, begins to hum. Not something he’d usually go after, at least that’s what Steve believes. Isn’t heavy. Isn’t loud or dark or saturated. Light. Effervescent and warm. Like sun rays cascading through a stain glass window.

It’s almost country, funny enough. Again, at least that’s what Steve thinks it is. He’s not the most versed when it comes to music. Sure, he knows about jazz and pop and early rock, blues and all. He’s aware of all that and some more indie things that Robin likes to shove down his throat when they’re driving out somewhere. But Eddie’s not one to steer far from his usual course, so this humming music he’s got going on, it’s new yet welcomed to Steve.

“That’s new,” he points out.

Eddie stops and his head shifts against the carpet, hair lightly scraping. He’s gonna be a frizzy mess, but Steve adores taking care of it at the end of the day. A questioning hum emanates. But neither of them open their eyes.

“The song you got stuck in your head,” Steve notes, “it’s a new one.”

Chuckling, Eddie mumbles, “Ain’t that new.” Steve hears him turn on his side. His voice closer against the shell of his ear, facing towards him then. “Something from when I was growing up.”

“Wayne like country or something?”

Eddie scoffs. “It isn’t country, Stevie. It’s bluegrass. Different kind of folk, babe.” A hand settles on Steve’s chest. His thumb rubs in circles where Steve’s heart is. “‘Nine Pound Hammer’, but it’s Merle Travis’s version. Mom was from eastern Tennessee, the Appalachian region. Lots of folk songs come from the Appalachian people.”

Steve opens his eyes and lolls his head to look directly at Eddie. They softly smile at each other. “She sing that to you?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Eddie murmurs. “More so heard it on her records. She wasn’t the best singer, not to speak ill of the dead. But—“ He sucks his teeth. “—Yeah, she’d sing. Dance to it, too. Dad came from Tennessee, too, but moved up to Indiana when he was a little kid. Didn’t stop him from pursuing a failed music career or women. He sang to her, what she liked, played it on his acoustic.”

Steve hums. “Music is your family’s world, isn’t it?”

Eddie chuckles again. “Well, it got my parents together. And they had me. So, it’s kinda like god in a sense. The life bringer.” He sighs. “What about you, Stevie? Got any songs from your childhood?”

Thinking back, no not really. His parents have always been very distant from one another. Not necessarily away from him, but the crumbling of their marriage lead to the rusting of the bridge that connected the three of them. There isn’t any rich storytelling within the Harrington name either. Nothing like a cute little meeting at a bar on the outskirts of town. Or even something where they went from high school rivals to close friends to lovers and then back to strangers.

No, his parents were forced to meet over a business deal meeting. Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted. And they made love in the dark. Steve was conceived in a dark bedroom where only their stuttered breaths could be heard. And they didn’t look after one another. Didn’t take care of each other, not like Steve does with Eddie and Eddie does with Steve.

So he shrugs. “No,” he answers honestly.

“Really?” Eddie incredulously questions, “Nothing at all?” He sits up on one of his elbows, eyes wide down at Steve. “That feels hard to believe.”

“You wanted to know, so I’m telling you. It’s not a pretty story.”

“What isn’t a pretty story? The birth of some song that reminds you of being a little kid?”

“I don’t—There isn’t anything that takes me back to being a little kid. I hated being a little kid. The story’s ugly anyway.”

“Tell me,” Eddie quietly pleads. “Tell me even if it’s shitty, I wanna know.”

He has to really think hard on this. Still, there’s no music. No movies or plays or anything of that nature. Books felt like an obligation, too, when they were teaching him how to read. There was bible study and church Sundays and his starchy, stiff outfit. His mom and her spit slick thumb and his unruly eating habits. Manners taught and hands slapped.

There’s not much good, unfortunately. But, something nice comes to mind.

“My parents didn’t like each other. I don’t think they really knew how to do that,” Steve starts. “I was just kind of a product of that, I guess. Like I was the trophy to complete their gauntlet. They dated and they bought a house and they got engaged and they got married, they had me. Forced dating, though.” He rests his own palm on the back of Eddie’s hand. Scratching dully at his skin. “But, as much as they hated being near one another, there was this one thing they did constantly. That they included me in on.”

Eddie hums. “Sounds promising,” he whispers. “What’d they do, babydoll?”

Steve squeezes Eddie’s wrist. Pulls away and runs his fingers through the ends of Eddie’s curls. “They did each other’s hair. They did my hair, too.” He eyes the frizz that he knew would eventually make itself known. Raking over the pattern of Eddie’s curls. The rough, choppy cut to his bangs. He adores Eddie’s hair. “It was kinda funny. We’d all be topless—sans like my mom’s bra, y’know because the hair would get on our shirts anyway?—and we’d huddle in the downstairs master bathroom. As big as this house is, that room is fucking small.

“I’d sit on the counter. In my sleep shorts, hands wrapped around the soft tummy of this brown teddy bear my mom got me, socks on my feet. Butt on the edge of the sink. Feet kicking around in the open air. I liked to sit in front of my dad.” His hand gently rests on the side of Eddie’s neck, eyes remaining glued to the spot. He’s never shared this before. Kinda wants to remain lost for a while.

Continues, “He has this very thick handlebar mustache. He’s always had it. And as my mom stood behind him—trimming up the top of his head, raking her fingers through with mousse—he’d take his own shears to his ‘stache. Would shape it up, stretch his lips down, raise his eyebrows in focus.

“It made me laugh. And he’d kinda chuckle. But when he was done?”

Eddie’s still smiling at him. He can feel it. His own face must be doing the same. “What’d he do, sweetheart?”

“He’d set his shears to the side and he’d—“ Steve chuckles. “He’d tickle my ribs! The bastard would turn his attention to me, crinkle up his eyes in sadistic laughter, and shove his fingers in my ribs. It was stupid, but I liked it. And obviously, it made me laugh. I used to honk-squeak. Like super loud.” He takes a deep breath, and on the exhale his smile wisps away from him. “It’s the only time we really laughed together. It’s the only time I felt like—Like I was their kid. Not some object to show off. Now I just do my own hair. I miss that time, those feelings,” he quietly admits.

Above him, Eddie gently coos. A soft sound. But when he finally chances a look, there’s a mischievous glint to his eyes. Mirth. In one swift motion, Eddie is straddling his hips, cold hands under Steve’s t-shirt, rucking the clothing up, and jabbing his fingers into his ribs. 

Steve tries to shove his hands away, but can’t help the way he surrenders. Curling in on himself, smile stretching across his face, nose scrunching with his laughter, the kind of laughter that leaves him gasping and honking and squeaking. Just like it was when he was a little boy. The sensation leaves him breathless and squealing, slapping at Eddie’s chest. Still smiling and wonderful when Eddie relents.

“And there he is,” Eddie whispers. “There’s Steve Harrington. Smiling at me all gorgeous. Can’t believe you’re ticklish, baby. That’s adorable.”

A half-hearted slap lands to the center of Eddie’s chest. “I told you that with confidence. Don’t use it against me.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Eddie swears. “Eye for an eye. I gave you my love for bluegrass, you gave me the joy of your laughter.” He leans down into Steve’s space again. His body yin-yang to his own. A hand petting over Steve’s hair. “You know what we get to do now?”

Steve gives him his own questioning hum.

“We get to combine. Make our own good memories. Tell each other our tainted stories. About your insufferable parents and my criminal dad and my long-gone mom. About your cold house and mine that was consumed by fire. I’ll melt your ice, you’ll douse my fire. And we find you a song that’ll remind you of the start of this. And you take care of the frizz in my hair.” He kisses Steve’s forehead. Murmuring against the skin, “I saw you eyeing my ends. You ain’t discreet.”

In response, Steve laughs once more. He sighs and leans up into Eddie’s space, a soft kiss square on his lips. Pulling away, he whispers, “To new beginnings.”

“And to happily ever afters,” Eddie promises.

💕—————💕

#stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #day 4 #mild hurt/comfort #fluff

[lovelytsunoda]

what’s love got to do with it? // clement novalak

summary: jaded and scared of falling in love, y/n struggles with her feelings for the famous man who just might be the perfect soul for her to share her life with

pairing: clement novalak x female! reader

warnings: relationship anxiety, parties, y/n doesnt know who pitbull is, niran and phoebe are gross and in love, y/n needs to have a little more faith in herself.

you must understand that the touch of a hand makes my pulse react. it’s only the thrill of boy meeting girl, opposites attract

(..)

what’s love got to with it? who needs a heart when a heart can be broken (what’s love) but a sweet old fashioned notion

the quadrant parties were infamous on campus. night-long races filled with beer, various drugs and drywal-shaking club music. their ringleader fancied himself as a dj, but lando norris was a Jack of all trades and master of none.

well, except for the f1 trade. that seemed to be going pretty well for him. he was by far the most successful member of the content house.

“babe, you have to start leaving the house! a party will be good for you! I’ll be there, and ria is going to be there. you know us.” her roommate had postured, doing everything she could to get y/n to drop the textbooks for a night, to shed the skin she hid behind.

social anxiety was a bitch, and she didn’t want to deliberately put herself in a situation where it would be amplified.

see: quadrant party. party with bad music and wall to wall people and frat boys who would take the piss out of a girl like her.

but alas, here she was, in jeans and a tight fitting top that had a deep neckline. phoebe had spent ages one her makeup before the girls left, but not even a little bit of peach smirnoff was easing her nerves.

“phoebes!” ria bish shouted, pushing through the crowd to make her way towards the girls. “I’m so glad you and y/n could make it!”

“ugh; it’s so nice to see you.” phoebe chirped. “have you seen niran?”

ria rolled her eyes, pointing to the dj table, where a decently drunk lando norris was spinning a kygo remix of a whitney houston song. phoebes boyfriend niran was dancing next to the table, sunglasses on upside down and a bottle of vodka in his hands.

it wasn’t long before phoebe had abandoned y/n for niran, but not before asking y/n if that was okay. against her better judgement, she told phoebe that she’d be fine on her own.

which is how she ended up sitting in a couch in the living room nursing a fruity drink that ria made, listening to the bass of a pitbull song shaking the houses foundation.

“is this seat taken?”

she barely looked up from her drink, popping one of the floating strawberry slices into her mouth. “britian is a free country, is it not?”

she heard the couch creak, felt it’s weight dipping as the man sat down next to her. “forgive me for asking, but you don’t really look like you’re having fun.”

“that’s not really a question.” she chuckled as she looked up, staring at a Greek god of a man, with a chain dangling from his neck and a man’s of curly brunet hair around his head. “I just really don’t like parties.”

“what are you doing here then?”

“my roommates boyfriend is in quadrant and because I’m such a good friend, I came with her.” she smiled, running her fingers through the dyed strands of her hair, resting her body against the back of the couch. “you know they played this song at prom and I was like, the only kid in the room who didn’t know it.”

the man laughed, throwing his head back, curls flinging around his head. “how do you not know pitbull? everybody knows this song.”

“when kids my age were listening to pitbull, I was listening to ac/dc. I could sing ‘you shook me all night long’ from memory but I could not tell you who sang ‘time of our lives’.”

“there’s no way!”

“I’m being serious! don’t even get me started on the whole my chemical romance phase I had!” she laughed, reaching for a handshake “I’m y/n.”

“clement.” his hand was soft and warm, and he smelled like dior cologne. “care for a dance?”

laughing, she took clems hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if she was genuinely comfortable with the man in front of her, but she felt like she was walking on air as she threw her arms around clements neck, laughing like a maniac.

they talked to each other every day after that. even if it was something as simple as clement sending her tiktoks and instagram reels when she was too busy to talk. every time her phone buzzed, her heart jumped for joy.

and that scared her.

“what are so smiley about?” phoebe asks, passing through the dining room on her way to the wide open kitchen. “is it a certain french someone from the party last week.”

y/n’s eyes sparkled as she laughed, trying to hide her phone screen from her roommate. “fuck off.”

clem: are you free this weekend? I want to take you out, do something fun.

“he wants me to go out with him this weekend.” she was blushing rapidly, her face an unflattering shade of red as she tried to tell herself he means just as friends. because clement novalak couldn’t possibly want to be more than friends with her.

“I think you should go.” another voice sounded

"niran?" y/n coughed, choking on her glass of water. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

phoebe and niran shared a look, and she groaned as niran began to answer. "i've been here since about three yesterday afternoon. i'm shocked you couldn't hear us, actually."

"that is disgusting, i hate you both."

phoebe shook her head, crossing the living room to sit next to her roommate on the couch. "sweetie, clement is so eager to spend time with you, and you've been chasing someone who puts in the effort for ages. i know you're scared to let people in, but clement could be good for you."

"i know, but look at him and then look at me, phoebes. there's no way that he looks at me like that."

niran laughed. "yeah, you're way prettier than he is. out of his league as well."

she sat there with her warm phone clutched between her hands, the charging cable still hooked up to her computer as she looked at the blinking cursor.

she couldn’t just leave clement hanging.

y/n: I need to get away from this paper anyways…how does 2pm sound?

clem: it sounds perfect, see you saturday 😊

saturday quickly arrives, and with it is anxiety about every part of the day. clement never told her where they were going. what was she supposed to wear? should she shave her legs (and bikini region) again even though she literally did it three days ago? should she put on red lipstick or just gloss? were they going out as friends, or with the potential for something more? her nail polish was already peeling off, but she wouldn't have time to touch it up.

"stop overthinking this" she mumbled to herself, her spotify romantic mix belting out eric carmen's 'hungry eyes' as she held three different skirts up to the mirror in her closet. eventually, she settled on the mint green gingham, but with her white vans as opposed to a pair of sandals. keep it the right amount of casual and not.

clement arrived at the small bungalow at exactly five minutes to two. phoebe answered the door, ushering the Frenchman into the living room.

"y/n!" phoebe called up the small staircase. the bunglaow was backsplit, but the four stairs up to the bedrooms only ever seemed to cause someone to trip over their own feet. "clement is here!"

"the walls are thin, you don't need to be that loud!" y/n screamed back, spritzing a cloud of bath and body works spray in the air. she didn't own a proper bottle of perfume, but a whole shelf in her closet was packed full of half filled bottles from bath and body.

she rushed down the stairs, a canvas bag from waterstones over her shoulder, hair neatly pinned back in a white plastic clip. casual.

clement was floored at how nicely she cleaned up. yes, she had looked super hot at the party, but this was different. this was a gentle elegance that capitalized on her long legs and soft face. she wasn't wearing nearly as much makeup, her face simply dusted in glitter eyeshadow and lip gloss. no mascara, no concealer or foundation.

clem thought that y/n was naturally stunning.

“wow” he says, getting up from the couch and wiping his sweaty palms on his white chinos. “you look great.”

“thanks” she said shyly, fingers playing with the beads on her bracelet. “are you ready to head out?”

“you kids have fun!” Phoebe shouted behind them, watching the couple leave through the front door. there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that she was about to call niran, as she usually did when she was the only one in the house.

walking down the cobblestone drive, y/n raised her eyebrows. “you drive a maserati?”

“what’s the point of having money if you don’t know how to spend it?” clem laughed “I’m shit at f2 but at least the pay is good.”

“if you’re as bad as you say, why do you still do it? you have more than enough money to take the time to decide what your next move is.” she slid into the car, marvelling at the leather interior.

she still drove a 2010 volkswagen.

“the adrenaline, I guess.” clem shrugged, gunning the engine. “guys like us, the circuit is all we’ve ever known.”

as clem pulled away from the house, the steep crackled to life, music shaking the speakers in the inside of the doors.

“we’re you listening to nelly furtado?”

“of course I was. maneater is a banger.”

everything with clem was so easy. she felt like she could be herself around him, singing out of key, making small talk (she hated small talk, always had to think too long about her answers), and not trying so hard to be perfect.

this could be something, clement novalak could be the guy that she was looking for. and that thought scared the shit out of her.

she’s only ever been on her own, she only knows how to be independent.

clement decided to take her mini golfing, something slower paced and low key. something that friends do. friends.

he was being nice to her because he was a nice guy. at least, that’s what y/n thought, anyways.

“you can tell a lot about a person based on their favourite animal. I like alpacas. mainly because they’re lazy and fluffy and have weird faces. is that weird?” she mused, hitting the small pink ball into the hole.

clem had been an angel the entire time, offering to hold her bag, take her instagram photos and even buy her ice cream afterwards (although he wouldn’t let her eat in the maserati, understandably)

they’d been out for just over three hours when clem brought her home, shania twain on the radio. he lingered in the driveway, turning the radio down as shania crooned about how good it felt to be a woman.

“I had a really great time today, y/n.”

she smiled, gathering her belongings and getting ready to leave. “so did I. thanks for doing this.”

as she began to reach for the door handle, clem pulled her back. he leaned across the console, brushing an errant strand of hair away from her face as he parted his lips.

she hasn’t expected him to kiss her, but she wasn’t complaining, moving her lips in tandem with his. she used to be so scared that nobody would ever want to kiss her.

it was only when Clem’s tongue brushed against her lips that she saw sense, drawing back from the man in front of her.

“I should head inside.” she said softly, face flushed. “I’ll call you.”

she dodged his calls for the rest of the week. ignored the tiktoks he sent her, didn’t answer his messages. she was scared. the butterflies in her chest almost made it hard to breathe around him. how could someone do charismatic, so perfect, fall on love with a girl like her? clement novalak could have any girl he wanted. why her?

after seven days of unanswered calls, clement took matters into his own hands. armed with a bouquet of carnations and a paperback agatha christie, he knocked on her front door.

“you fucked up, you bloody idiot.”

“yes, thank you phoebe. I am well aware of my shortcomings as a romantic partner.” clem rolled his eyes. “where is she?”

phoebe sighed, stepping away from the door so that the driver could come inside. “please don’t take the last week personally. she’s not used to be chased after, and you probably came on to strong when you tried to make out with her in a car worth more than what she makes in a year.”

“I really like her.”

“tell her that, not me. she’s in her room, just up the stairs and to the right.”

when clement pushed the door open, she was sitting cords legged on her marble bedspread, her laptop on a folding plastic platform in front of her. she had her hair clipped back, headphones in her ears while she sang ‘dirty deeds done dirt cheap’, staring intently at her laptop. clement knocked on the door, the intrusion causing her to jump.

“clement? what are you doing here?”

“I brought you flowers. and a book.” her offered, passing her the bouquet and sitting next to her on the double bed. “I wanted to apologize for whatever it is that I did the other day that scared you off. I really like you, y/n. I think you’re funny and smart and wonderful and I think it’s a dann shame that no man has ever told you that before. at the same time, I’m honoured to be the first.”

“I’m so new to this, clem. and I’m scared I’m going to fall so far in love with you and then you’re going to leave and I’ll have nothing left.”

clem shook his head, taking her hands in his. she smelled like summer, like hibiscus and vanilla. “I promise I’ll never leave you, okay? not unless you want me to. I want to know you, y/n. the good, the bad, the nerdy and awkward. I want it all. I want you.”

“can we take it slowly? baby steps, just while I find my footing.” she asked him softly, wide eyed as she fought the urge to kiss him again, to get lost in his touch.

“we can take it as slow as you need, princess.”

she smiled, taking a chance and gently kissing him on the cheek. “take me out for dinner? I’ve been working all day.”

clem laughed, pulling her in to a tight embrace, dropping a kiss on her hairline. “I think we can do that. I know a great greek place.”

“you remembered?”

“I remember everything when it comes to you.”

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[blingblong55]

Masquerade -Call of Duty

This is a collection of quotes from a radio show called 'Dangerously Yours' from Ep titled 'Masquerade'. (none of these quotes or ideas of how the story develops are mine.)

---- GN!Reader, enemy!Reader, enemy!COD character, enemies to lovers? ----

You are a spy for your country, you were sent to kill the target so you made him/her fall in love and you also fell into your own trap. Neither of you can be with the other for if you are, you'll both get killed. So, you tell him/her what your plans were and he/she tells you they knew all along. You are in denial of your feelings for him/her and in the end, you end up killing him/her. His/her last words were, 'I love you R/N." And as his/her people asked if he/she needed help, all they said was basically no, that they want you to find your own path in life and that with hope, someday, you would believe that they were truly in love with you which is very much true.

This next part is of the characters in COD that I think would be the ones playing Rudolph Estefan and you of course play Catherine. These quotes are taken from the comment section...and from what i listened to as I wrote them down

[Italic for the COD character]

----

(Vladimir Makarov)

“Look, [R/N], a shooting star! Did you wish?”

“Oh, I didn’t have time.”

“Then there is something you wish for.”

“Yes…”

“What did you wish?”

“I was wishing that… we were two other people. Two people who need not say goodbye.”

“Perhaps it can be that way.”

----

(Valeria Garza)

[Orange is a third character]

“Oh, I wish you wouldn’t go to see that woman/man tonight, [ma'am]-“

“how could I stay away? Elvear, for the first time in my life, I am completely, head-over-heels in love!”

“but countess Garza-“

“I know what you’re thinking, ‘I have a mission to perform and I have no right to fall in love', but… things don’t always work out the way we’d like to have them work out, hey Elvear?”

“oh, I don’t know what’s to come of all this, sir.”

“no, Elvear, neither do I. Neither do I, but perhaps we shall find out tonight.”

----

(Alejandro Vargas) "[R/N], I offer you the three things most dear to me, my heart, my country and my dreams."

"You are too generous."

"[R/N], you must listen to me. Since that first hour we met, I've been completely yours. There's never been anyone else for me, there never will."

"Oh please, please don't say anymore. There are worlds between us, worlds that can't be crossed with words."----

(Alex Keller)

"I'm going to tell you something [R/N], something that will put my life in your hands."

"your life..."

"It would mean my life were the news to get to certain circles yes."

"Then don't tell me, how do you know you can trust me?"

"I love you...and I believe you love me."

----

(John Price)

“you may as well take my heart, [R/N], it’s already full of you. You walked into it the day we met.”

“You’re a fool, John Price.”

“but isn’t any man who falls in love?”

----

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

"Do you know what you are to me? You are something to believe in again. You're a type of person that had ceased to exist for me. A fine honest woman/man."

----

(Rodolfo Parra)

“Oh, my darling, you’re such a child. take your foolish little dream in your heart and go, please go!”

“what is it, what’s wrong my dear?”

“you know nothing about me- you’ve known me only three weeks!”

“three weeks…? [R/N], I’ve known you all my life.”

“all your life.”

“it’s true! I’ve seen you in a thousand plays, and read you in as many books. when I’ve heard beautiful music I’ve thought, ‘[She’d/He'd] like that.’ I’ve looked at flowers and known that one day I’d give them to you-“

“Oh, stop, stop! you must listen to me. I am not that woman/man! Perhaps I was once, but I am not now! You see… you were wrong. you can’t trust me.”

----

(Logan Walker)

"I had Elvear look you up the day you arrived."

"And it...it didn't make any difference?"

"It didn't make any difference. You see, I trust you. You came here to betray me and to betray my country, that is your mission countess/count [R/N]. And yet I'm so sure of your love that I will trust you with my life and what is far more valuable the life of my country."

----

(John 'Soap' MacTavish)

“if I betray you…I betray myself. If I betray him, I betray my country. My country is very dear to me.”

“dearer than I?”

“no…no, not dearer than you.”

----

(John Price)

“You’re very clever, aren’t you? I can read you like a book now. You thought I was young, and easily swayed, that you could make me love you, and I would throw over my country—my duty for you—!”

“That's not the way to look at it, [R/N].”

“You weren’t so wise after all! Because you’ve lost you hear me?! Lost! You’ve guessed wrong in our little duel of wits! You forgot how close hate is to love!”

“You don’t know what you’re saying [R/N].”

“You never loved me—! You knew that I loved you, and you used that!”

“[R/N] stop talking like a child—we’re playing for countries now!”

“Yes we are, aren’t we!”

----

(Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick)

“This is a gun in my hand, Kyle…I’d advise you to be careful what you say.”

“Well, rather melodramatic, aren’t you? tell me, will I be the seventh notch on the gun or the eighth? haha. do you mind if I smoke?”

“…smoke?”

“I always smoke at the theatre. somehow it enhances the performance.”

“You can do anything you please, Kyle, but you have very little time to do it in.”

----

(Keegan P. Russ)

“…You mean you’re actually going to kill me...?”

“I mean just that.”

“Well…go ahead.”

“…I’ll do this my own way…Look…you already know my purpose in being here. Now you will either give me my information, or I will kill you. You have until 9 o’clock.”

“You won’t do it. You can’t pull the trigger. You can’t pull it because you love me. It takes a very brave and a very cold woman/man to do that [R/N], I don’t think you can…Isn’t that true? Isn’t that why you’re waiting…?”

“That's not true!”

----

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

“Or is it that you want to watch your victim? You want my heart to constrict with agony, my hands to shake! You want me to plead for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me…Sorry [R/N], I don’t seem to be in the mood for prayers tonight.”

“You don’t think I’ll do it? That's why you’re so brave…You don’t think I’ll do it…You wouldn’t be so brave otherwise…! You’re a coward at heart! You lied to me, you deceived me—“

“You lied to me…you deceived me!”

“You tried to deceive me.”

“I’m tired of listening to you!”

“You gave me your heart, you know. You’d like me to hand it back, whole again, but I won’t. You’ll live a long time yet, [R/N], an eternity without me. You will look into the faces of passers-by, hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing.”

“you dare to talk of bravery.”

“what else do we have to talk about, [R/N]? For me, there will never be another woman/man but you. But for my heart, there is another love that must come before you, my country.”

----

(König)

“you’re so still… your face is like ice. what are you thinking, [R/N]?”

“…what does anything you can say matter? You betrayed me with words. What good are words… when your heart is breaking? if I fail now, I should deserve to die. You tricked me into loving you.”

“Aren’t you forgetting that you came here for the same purpose?”

“I couldn’t have betrayed you, I tried to tell you- you said you already knew. I was as honest as I knew how to be.”

“Do you think I wanted to love you, knowing where you came from and what your mission was? Don’t you suppose that every hour we were together I was thinking, ‘[She’s/He's] just pretending’?”

“I wasn’t! I loved you!”

“and I loved you so much I let you pretend! Because you brought something to my days I couldn’t stand the thought of losing. Listen to your heart [R/N]. Feel it pounding.”

----

(All of the COD characters...for sure)

“Your time is up.”

“Then, my last words, I love you, [R/N].”

“You’re determined to die with a lie on your lips?!”

*gunshot*

“I…love you, [R/N]…”

“Oh, god.”

----

(All of the COD characters...for sure)

“Tell her/him the truth? Tell her the truth so that she/he will watch the stars through tears instead of following the one cold star that is her/his destiny? No, no, Elvear, let her/him think I never loved her/him. One day, she/he will follow a flag to the same fate as mine. We must…leave her/him the strength for that hour.”

A/N: Anyway...hope you liked it?

#mwii #ghost cod #mw2 141 #cod #141 #logan walker #keegan p russ #alex keller #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #konig x reader #cod gaz #könig call of duty #könig cod #cod ghost #cod modern warfare #cod price #cod soap #call of duty #valeria garza #cod mw3 #vladimir makarov #cod mwf2 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price

[josephsinner]

Some farcry 5 headcannons to brighten your day. 🦋

Joseph Seed

• Founded and owns a children’s shelter that he created for orphans and for anyone looking to adopt. ( within the cult)

• lets his members have a bbq/ party every Friday just to make sure everyone is happy. They can even drink on that day!

• actually is a great father and wants his child to be active in school activities and helping the community.

• Doesn’t understand emojis cannot use them for his life.

• loves faith like a sister and feels bad for what he’s done to her. ( please don’t fight me on this one)

•Joseph allows the girlfriends/ boyfriends of his siblings become heralds. ( Throwing this back up because we were criticized for it last time. 🥱)

Jacob Seed

• Has several cabins he BUIlt In the mountains and some he rents out to his men.

• actually loves the judges and some get to stay with him during the night. ( has a personal judge as well) @jacobseedd

•knows how to fly a helicopter but doesn’t like planes as much.

• hates rap music and would rather listen to old country.

•PROTECTIVE of his child and will do anything to protect them. yes I mean kill you.

•hangs out with Faith a lot and thinks she deserves better than the family she got. ( even tho she has made it clear that she loves them)

Faith Seed

• LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, hanging with her siblings. She likes hearing their stories about their childhoods and feels bad for them.

• bakes goodies for the project and spends hours making sure they’re perfect!

•Afraid of Joseph only because she doesn’t want to be replaced. ( he’d never) 👎

•HATES for anyone to harm an animal. She thinks it’s cruel.

• I don’t believe she is lesbian, maybe bisexual. I believe she’d be polyamorous!! ( since nobody seemed to understand it the first time 🙄. Faith ( for me) doesn’t seem lesbian but bisexual and if you weren’t stupid you’d get that. Also I never stated that instead of being a lesbian she’d be poly, I literally said that she could possibly be that as well.) what are you a f*cking child? Go to school. 🥱🙄

•afraid to have kids because she doesn’t know what she wants and kids are complicated. But she loves taking care of her brothers kids!!!

John Seed

• OBSESSED with planes and loves flying around hope with them

• like his brothers, he loves faith like a sister and is protective of her.

•has a blood kink and you cannot change my mind.

•I swear he’d play baseball or something in his childhood. He looks like a baseball man, 🍑🫢

• still is a lawyer and defends the citizens of Hope county. Idc what anyone says, he Will forever be one!

•like Faith, scared of Joseph only in fear of being replaced. ( again he’d never) 👎

#headcannons #Joseph seed #John seed #Faith seed #Jacob seed #farcry 5 #heralds

[insertlovelyperson]

What do you think each Quarry counselor's favourite genre of music would be?

Emma - It’d be a mix of pop, female rappers, and show tunes. When you hit shuffle on her playlist, you never know exactly what you’re gonna get. One of the billboard top 100? Perhaps. The main theme to Interstellar composed by Hans Zimmer? Also very likely.

Nick - “Relaxing Sleep Music, Calm Music, Yoga, Sleep Meditation, Spa, Study Music, Rain Sounds”  as found on YouTube (8 hours long)

Jacob - He’d claim to be a fan of rock music, but then he’d show you his playlist, and it’s all just swag rock.

Kaitlyn - Is actually a fan of rock music. Kind of a ‘rock snob’ as she will only listen to the old bands—scoffs at Jacob’s playlist. I could see her getting pumped to some ACDC, Queen, and Grateful Dead as she gets ready each morning.

Abi - 80s hair metal. One of her parents would play their favorite bands for her growing up, and she just attributes it to some good memories (she thought her mom was going to leave her dad for Jon Bon Jovi and used to cry herself to sleep over it). But I think if you asked her, she’d  lie and say she listens to whatever’s on the radio.

Laura - This woman had an emo phase in middle school. I can FEEL it. I think she’d listen to a lot of alternative music, and a big chunk of her playlist would be all the greats she listened to back in the day (i.e. MCR, early FOB, P!ATD but only the albums Ryan Ross was there for).

Ryan - Like Laura, I think he’d be into some alternative bands, but lean more toward metal and punk (rather than pop-punk). Lana Del Rey would be his secret guilty pleasure. 

Dylan - He’d be into some experimental, indie music. He just looks like the kind of dude to be like, “You listen to music with words in it? Let me put you on to some new shit,” and then just plays you an album of poly-rhythmic synth-jazz where every song is fifteen minutes long, and you just kinda have to nod along so you don’t hurt his feelings.

Max - Country. Or more specifically, CUNTtry. Just a bunch of women singing about how they’re gonna murder their abusive, cheating husbands. It makes him feel powerful.

#the quarry

[lovesosweeet]

KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 2

a calum hood songfic

read part 1

Calum didn’t want Tillie to be all he thought about, but she was. She littered his social media feeds, his camera roll, his playlists, his conversations… she was literally everywhere. Fuck, she somehow managed to be at nearly every party or event that he went to. 

Tonight was no exception. 

It was the night of the VMAs, an event both he and Tillie had been to before. They’d never been to it together, but then again, they had never actually been together. He hadn’t seen her intentionally in over a year. Their only interactions had been awkward, fleeting glances from across a crowded room or merely scrolling past photos of each other on Twitter or Instagram. 

He knew she’d be here tonight. She just released a new single — a collaboration with The 1975 — and her sophomore album was up for a handful of awards. It was a great PR opportunity and surely she’d win something, so of course she would show up to an important event in the music industry. 

He didn’t expect that she would be right next to his band on the red carpet where he could practically smell her. Tillie’s scent always brought memories flooding back. It was a mix of marijuana, Valentino Born in Roma Intense perfume, and, oddly, garlic. She always smelled like garlic. And he loved it. 

He loved her.

The weird smell was just the tip of the iceberg for his discomfort. Not only was Tillie there, right next to them, but she had also brought a date. He knew she was dating someone new; the information was everywhere and he’d heard about him via Michael, who’d met him on a few occasions that Calum could barely stand to listen to stories about. The jealousy was gnawing at his stomach and threatened to creep up his throat. 

She looked hot. She always did, but she put extra time into her appearance tonight and it paid off. She had chunky glitter highlighting the inner corners of her eyes, something she always did when she wanted a little extra spice for a special occasion.

Tillie was wearing an oversized white button up shirt that could’ve come from her date’s closet for all Calum knew, and the hint of a hem from a tiny black mini skirt peeked out the bottom of it. Her short legs were elongated by a pair of high heeled, knee high boots. In lieu of a tie, she wore a large satin bow on her collar that matched her bright red lipstick. Her long, currently black hair was straightened and tied back in a half updo, a matching red bow knotted around the ponytail. 

He could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that, coupled with her plush red lips and exposed thighs, had his mouth going dry. She hadn’t even glanced at him and he’s already sweating at being so close to her again. 

Her date, some ridiculously tall guy that plays for some basketball team somewhere in the country, matches her outfit with a nearly identical shirt, a red bow around his neck, but he’s wearing dark slacks that are patchworked from a mix of fabrics, some pinstriped, some dark gray, some black, and a few pops of navy blue, with platform Doc Martens on his feet.

Tillie dressed him, and he’s sure of it, and he’s jealous. He knows he is and he’s not in denial about it. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at her, either. He’s totally zoned out of the interview he’s currently a part of until Michael says Tillie’s name.

“I know that I’m stoked to see Tillie’s performance tonight,” Michael says, reminding Calum that Tillie will be performing her new single tonight.

The interviewer seems almost too excited at the mention of the petite girl standing a maximum of 10 feet away. “Understandable, I’m excited too! You guys and Tillie go way back, right? She opened for you a few years ago. Are you all still good friends?” 

Calum clenches his jaw in frustration, breaking his gaze from being focused on Tillie to now staring at his own feet. He’s wearing Docs tonight, too. 

“Oh, yeah, we love Tills. She actually helped write some of my new solo stuff that’s been in the works for a while,” Ashton says. 

“She comes over to my house a few times a month unannounced,” Michael mentions with laughter.

“And how do you feel about that?” The interviewer asks. Once more, they seem almost too eager about the information the boys are giving. 

“Like Ash said, we love her. She’s usually coming over to hang with the dogs and to binge some reality show with my wife or to challenge me to a Guitar Hero duel,” Michael says. “She has her own key. She’s totally welcome whenever she wants.”

“Why don’t we invite her to join your interview! A reunion of old friends. Looks like she’s on deck to be our next guest anyways,” the interviewer waves at Tillie and her new man to join the band. Tillie lights up when she realizes who’s next to her.

“Oh my god, if it isn’t my four little boys!” She cheers, scurrying over to wrap herself around Michael, squeezing between him and Luke. Her boyfriend — or whatever she’s calling him — stands off to the side, looking mildly uncomfortable due to being left out suddenly.

“Hi mum,” Michael says, grinning down at one of his very best friends. 

“Tillie, thanks for coming over,” the interviewer says. She looks very excited by the fact that two artists are engaging on her account. It’s always great for engagement when artists and celebrities interact and she knows her boss will be pleased later on. 

“Of course! I’ll take any excuse to see these dorks.” 

“The boys have said they’re excited for your performance later. Any sneak peeks about what it’ll look like? It’s your first time performing it live, right?” 

Tillie grins. She’s proud of herself. She’s always loved doing collabs, but The 1975 has seemed like an unattainable one until she ran into them at a festival a few months ago and she hung out with them for the day. Between all the alcohol the two parties consumed and Tillie’s loud, unfiltered nature, she brought it up and the band was instantly on board. 

“Yes, it’s the first time,” she starts. “But, no sneak peeks! You know me better than to give that info away early, Angela!” 

“Boys, is this your first time meeting Nick?” Angela asks. Calum has to hold back a snort as he learns the guy’s name. Of course, he has some douchey name like Nick. 

“Mike got to meet him a few weeks ago, but the rest of them haven’t yet,” Tillie answers.

You haven’t spoken to me in a year, Calum thinks. Of course I haven’t met him.

“Michael, do you approve?”

Mike laughs. “No pressure, he’s only right there,” he says and motions to the tall man who’s standing about two meters away from them. “But yeah, I think he’s great. He and Matilda here are great together.” 

Tillie glares at the mention of her full name and digs her elbow into Michael’s rib cage, making him glare back at her. 

“So Tillie, your album just dropped. And boys, you’ve got one on the way, right?”

“Yeah, we’re stoked,” Luke says with a lopsided grin.

“You’re also performing tonight. Do I get any sneak peeks from you?” 

“Think we’re gonna have to follow Tillie’s lead and say no sneak peeks, sorry!” Ashton apologizes. 

“Well, I can’t wait to see what the five of you get up to on the stage. Thanks for chatting, but I think we’re out of time now.” Angela’s camera man gives her a signal that must mean that she’s low on time. 

“Thanks for having us, Angie. Hope you enjoy the show,” Tillie says while offering her mischievous smile that has haunted Calum for far too long. 

As the five of them step out of the camera’s frame, Tillie goes straight for Nick, craning her neck to stare up at him. He doesn’t even bat an eye before he bends down to kiss her. Calum is shocked that she lets him. She’s wearing red lipstick, which, when he and Tillie were whatever they were, she never let him do. 

Ashton comes up behind Calum and smacks him between his shoulder blades. “C’mon, let’s go inside. I’m sure we can find more friendly faces to mingle with besides your old situationship and her new man.”

Calum grits his teeth and narrows his eyes at Ashton, but doesn’t say anything. He starts walking toward the entrance, grateful that that was their last press interview before the show itself starts. 

Calum heads straight for the bar, ordering a whiskey on the rocks to sip on. He needs something strong if he’s going to be in the same room as Tillie for the whole night. While his bandmates chat with some of their long term industry friends and stop to chat with a few non-famous audience members, he sulks and sips his whiskey, sitting in his seat by himself.

His eyes are glued on a certain black-haired woman that he despises his love for. He wishes he didn’t love her, but how could he not? Even now, he’s watching her be the sarcastic, dry-humored girl that won him over years ago. She’s flirting and teasing, and he can tell by the look in her eyes that he could see a mile away. Her lips are tugged to the side while she smirks at whatever she’s saying, reaching out and touching the arms of none other than Maisie Peters and Taylor Swift, the three of them all giggling together. Nick is a few steps behind her, chatting with Niall Horan.

He almost wishes Nick could see him stare at his girl. He wants Nick to go to Tillie later and ask what the deal is with Calum. He wants him to have to feel uncomfortable about him, for some reason. Tillie is the only girl he’s ever really loved, and he thought that she felt similarly, but the fact that she never said she loved him echoes and flashes and ricochets around his brain all the time. He hates it but it’s true. She never said those three words that his heart ached to hear.

He wonders how long it will be before Tillie drops Nick. She’d dated a long list of people in the span of time that’s passed since Tillie cut off their… whatever you want to call their arrangement. The tabloids have shown her disheveled, doing what some would call a walk of shame every few weeks, blurry paparazzi photos from random dates and kissing a number of different people in dark corners of bars and clubs.

Michael comes to sit next to Calum after he’s chatted with a few fellow musicians and random actors who were invited. 

“You good?” Michael asks, even though he knows what’s going through Calum’s head. He’s just trying to show he cares.

“Fucking fantastic,” Calum mutters at a volume that’s nearly a whisper. 

Tillie is laughing at something Taylor said and is nearly doubled over. He used to love that she was such a people person and so easy to get along with. She’d never met a stranger, although she repelled some people with her deprecating humor that could easily offend anyone who was too sensitive. Now, he hates that she’s able to laugh with practically anyone except for him. 

“Cal, she’s happy. Isn’t that what you want?” Mike asks.

No, Calum thinks. I want her.

Calum sighs frustratedly, his eyes still trained on the tiny woman he used to have latched to him for hours at a time. She was a touchy feely person, and he missed her touch as much as he missed her smile.

“What does that numbskull have that I don’t?” Cal sighs, his gaze moving to stare at Nick. He’s not laughing like Tillie. He’s just nodding along to the conversation he’s in with Niall and Blake Shelton who appeared out of nowhere. 

Michael huffs. “This is Tillie we’re talking about, dude. I odn’t know. She wants what she wants and does exactly what she wants when she wants to. She’s happy. They’re talking about moving in together.”

Cal huffs. “She’s happy. Whatever the fuck that means.”

“If you give any ounce of a shit about her, you should be happy for her. Stop focusing on yourself.”

“We were happy. She left me, saying she needed time and space. Next thing I know she’s wrapped around some other girl. She can’t stand to be alone.”

Michael chuckles. “Yeah, because you’re so great at being alone. Don’t act like you haven’t been fucking anything with legs that looks even remotely like her.”

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Hello… do you have any head canons for Hansen to share? I was disappointed to only have one conversation with him, and you seem like a good person to ask. >:3

Me? Having ideas about the warlord? Nooo never-

Anyways here’s a list of Thoughts that I hope are vaguely coherent, though warning: they’re a tad all over the place

He was raised by his granny on his father’s side. She was actually from Serbia, and had met his grandfather when he spent some time there then moved back to America with him. His grandfather was dead before he was born, and his mother’s parents weren’t present in his life. Grandma Hansen practically raised little Kurt, his parents were career-oriented – his father a colonel and his mother held some minor political role – so their time for him was limited.

She fostered his love for her home country as she shared stories of her own childhood while tucking him in to bed, or when he was still small enough to sit on her knee. One evening she told him a story of the bauk, and boy did that plant a mild fear of the dark him. He had to sleep with a nightlight for a few weeks after.  

His granny owned a dog when he was growing up, dear ol’ Bowie. She was a big loveable mutt who was already quite old when Kurt was born. She’d sleep under his crib when he was a baby, and would walk shakily alongside him as he was taking his first steps. Almost every photo of baby Kurt has Bowie in it, up until he was four years old and she passed.

He got to choose their next pet dog when he was eight, it was a mean looking bastard he named Titan. The Barghest symbol is based on him.

His gran died just before he got promoted to colonel. It broke his heart that she didn’t get to see it, because she was so excited to see him get the recognition he deserved. He took her ashes back to Serbia, promised that he’d visit when he could. He hasn’t been able to visit for a while.

His dad’s dead by the time Barghest is finding its feet, his mother gets removed from her position while Myers is simultaneously airing her very public condemning of her son’s actions. Nothing’s heard from her since. She’s probably dead too tbh.

Kurt’s lactose intolerant. He had to learn to like his coffee black, the cramps just weren’t worth it. (weakling)

Damn though can this man handle his drink. He can hold eye contact and not make a face as he downs vodka straight from the bottle. His men get a good laugh when he blames them and their shit for it. Tbh he’s only partially joking

Kurt when he hears the bullshit Yuri tries to pull:

His right arm is a recent cybernetic only gotten in the past year or two, meanwhile his left was standard militech-issued at the time he was serving. He suffered a relatively minor injury during training and took the opportunity to get an upgrade.

He’s rather wary of netrunners, esp more combat oriented ones. While he appreciates their effectiveness and utility, he always has an edge of caution around them and takes particular care to keep them either charmed or afraid, whatever keeps them from potentially acting against him.

During Operation: Midnight Storm, there was always this quiet wariness to Hansen and his men when an Arasaka AV would fly close to their position. Each time they waited in absolute silence, dreading to hear ‘Code: A.S’ over the comms Some of the younger, braver, stupid men were biting at the bit for it, Hansen wasn’t keen to be added to Arasaka’s graveyard by Smasher.

He’s a light sleeper. He doesn’t particularly struggle in getting to sleep, it’s just that a pin dropping can wake him

He’s quite Spartan in regards to his personal possessions – his room lacks a lot of personal touch, there’s really nothing that signifies it as Kurt’s beyond the small collection of knives and guns on display. If anything it could be mistaken as another storage room. Even the bed, while fucking massive, isn’t comfortable beyond measure, the mattress is stiff and the pillows memory foam.

He listens to the same music on repeat and has done for the past few years. I’m inflicting my personal tastes on him and saying his favs includes Biffy Clyro (x), Iron Maiden (x), and Black Sabbath (x)

Even though he could get actual real meat he still prefers the taste of synth-beef, it’s what he grew up knowing. Probably eats more pot noodles than he should, but he’s a busy man and they’re quick and filling

Because I think it’s funny and would rile Johnny up something fierce: Kurt…appreciates Silverhand’s actions back in ’23. He’s well aware Silverhand got the nuke from Militech and is a massive fucking hypocrite but hey, isn’t everyone? He wouldn’t be where he is now if Johnny didn’t get that ball a-rolling.

Barghest does have a militant structure, a very clear hierarchy of who’s in charge of who, but it’s a lot more casual? In how they speak with each other. Even with Kurt. He makes them see him as a person and not this mighty figurehead. He jokes around with recruits, might ruffle one’s hair in passing after knocking the shit outta them and giving them pointers on their footing. It’s partially real affection for the people under his command, and another part is simple manipulation – he wants to give them something real to tether their loyalty to, wants them to see him as a man, a terrifying, brutal bastard at times but nonetheless a man, and not the untouchable better-than-you titan the higher-ups at the NUSA always painted themselves as.

Speaking of brutality – it’s something I feel like the game didn’t really show of his. Even V seems quite flippant towards his threat of sending them back in body bags – Hansen’s hands were tied that particular night as he didn’t want to cause a scene in front of his guests. Bad for PR and all that. But the worst of his punishments make the corps look tame. He doesn’t immediately execute; he tortures until there’s nothing left of the person from fingernails to spirit. And then their bodies are just tossed in the disposal units. Though, public executions on his order aren’t all that uncommon either.

Not so much a headcanon as a thought: I genuinely don’t know what would have happened to Songbird had Kurt’s plans gone perfect. Maybe he might’ve let her fly away, let the little bird go on to the stars, keep his word and all that. But it’d be just as easy to make her disappear; she’s dangerous, a living weapon that’s he’s already got his use out of. A loose end who knows too much. I wouldn’t be surprised if the freedom he’d have given her was a bullet to the brain.

Knife play! Blood kink! Choking kink!! He also likes pulling hair a lot

He gets put on the back foot quite quickly if his partner takes charge, he’s used to being expected to take on that role, but he recovers and indulges quick enough

He runs hot, just an absolute radiator of a man who’d probably be great to cuddle with if NC wasn’t in a fucking desert.

He’s distressingly touch-starved and would probably sink into a proper hug like a warm bath.

While he is very much alive and well in Victoria’s canon, I do like to think that following his death certain information was transferred to NetWatch pertaining to Songbird and what Myers had her do beyond the Blackwall. Fucking her over even when he’s gone, a last little fuck you as he still somehow manages to get the last laugh.

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #Kurt Hansen #why Felix its almost like you know bald war criminals are my bread and butter- #but yea I do have some headcanons for the man #just a fewwwww #the biggest difficulty i had was deciding what iron maiden song to link to

[phxntomsdusk]

Goth!Wilma headcanons - fem!reader

note; yes, goth!wilma is a lesbian through and through. i can’t see her with a man + some goth!softball wilma hcs

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GOTH!WILMA - who constantly finds herself falling for girls who are nothing like her. always wearing bright pinks or blues, pastels, constantly wearing a smile on their faces

GOTH!WILMA - who uses nicknames based on her favorite things; “my lovely rose” , “my cute little bat” , etc !!

GOTH!WILMA - who compares her girlfriend to her favorite things; roses, bats, crows & ravens, the rain

GOTH!WILMA - who will stare at her girlfriend like she’s the reason the earth orbits the sun, or the reason the stars show up at night

GOTH!WILMA - who met her girlfriend in high school, falling for her always immediately but was too shy to approach her—she was worried she’d scare her off !!

GOTH!WILMA - who occasionally “borrows” her girlfriends pink accessories, pairing them with her all black clothing as a way to say “i’m hers, she’s mine”

GOTH!WILMA - who insists her girlfriends keeps at least a few metal/rock hand t-shirts at her house, making up the excuse for when wilma spends the night — in reality she just wants to see her girlfriend wearing her favorite bands

GOTH!WILMA - who constantly sends pictures of white and black animals, bats hugging stuffies, pink and black things, and always captions them “us”

GOTH!WILMA - who is hella nervous to meet her girlfriends parents, wondering how they’ll react to her appearance — she asks for a bit of help to tune it down, ending up looking more emo then trad goth

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who hides the fact she loves country music when she first meets her girlfriend, until she accidentally puts on her mixed playlist and panics — but thankfully her girlfriend knew all the words <3

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who insists on her team’s jersey colors being black or red, sometimes bribing the coaches to listen to her

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who steals her friends eyeblack and ends up getting carried away, earning a small scolding from her girlfriend before going out on the field

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who will have her girlfriend wear her jewelry while she plays, though gets distracted at the sight of her lovely girl wearing her things

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who sometimes scares the other team with her appearance when she first shows up to the field, decked out in her jewelry until she hands her girlfriend all the chunky necklaces and bracelets

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who immediately puts changes into a more comfortable outfit after a game, making sure to get her jewelry back so her girlfriend doesn’t grow uncomfortable from it all <3

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who gets so happy when her girlfriend can drive home with her after a game (only happens when her mom/the coach allows it-)

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who scrolls through all the pictures her girlfriend took of her, picking out which ones look best so she can get them printed and put in a photo album !!

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #goth!wilma #wilma soot #wilma soot x y/n #wilma soot x you #wilma soot x reader #wilma soot angst #wilma soot fluff #wilma soot hcs #wilma soot headcanons #softball!wilma #goth!softball wilma

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easier / part two / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

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easier / part two / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

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warnings: language, mentions of death/killing, physical fighting

Everything felt dull, like you were experiencing life through a dusty haze… every moment felt like when you first wake up and the room is splashed with muted rays of sunshine filtering in through half-closed blinds, the sounds of the morning birds dampened by windows. You thought it was likely a coping mechanism while you tried to process the rollercoaster of emotions wreaking havoc on your mind and body… anger, sadness, grief, guilt, gratitude. Sometimes it all flooded in at once and the only feeling you could really register was numb. 

Cyclone had assigned you a therapist, someone he thought would be good for you to talk to after an incident in the air left everyone rattled and questioning your grip on reality. She was kind enough but you didn’t really have it in you to put any weight behind her words and advice, she simply didn’t get it and you couldn’t be angry at her for it. How could she? She’d spent her life in classrooms before graduating to a neutrally decorated office with a plush couch and a personal mini fridge. Her life path was drastically different from yours, calmer and safer, you never once expected her to understand anything you were going through. There wasn’t really anyone for you to be angry with, this is what you had signed up for. Perhaps if you tried hard enough you could work up the chain of command to pinpoint the individual who had deemed this an imperative mission but it wouldn’t change anything. You knew the mission in and out, knew the details and knew what you were stopping. It was a necessary evil and what you did protected your country from something bigger than anyone involved. No, it wouldn’t change anything at all, you did what you had to… at least that’s what you told yourself every morning when you awoke and every evening before you fell into a restless sleep. 

But today? Today was a good day, or as good as they seem to get anymore and you were choosing to enjoy it. Carpe Diem or whatever. Music filled the Hard Deck along with the laughter of your friends as they exchanged friendly fire over games of pool or darts and you were content to sip your beer and watch as they lived. It felt rather cliché to you, feeling so much more appreciative of these moments since the mission but staring death in the face really did put things into perspective and there was the emotion you felt the most guilty about… gratitude. It felt wrong, feeling so grateful that you ending the lives of two pilots from the opposing side meant your team stayed in tact, it meant you got more of these nights. It meant you got to nurse your beer and watch Rooster lead the bar in song from his perch at the piano, you got to watch Phoenix throw her head back and listen to her beautiful laughter as she talked with Bob and Fanboy, you got to referee pool matches between Coyote and Hangman, talk with Payback about how they were acting like petulant children. 

And there was Hangman… Jake as you finally started calling him of late. The situation had paved the way for you to see a completely different side of him, someone who was always there, even when you didn’t want him to be. You’d tried everything you could think of… no matter what you said or did, no matter how many books you threw in his direction he continued to show up and perhaps that was another thing you could feel angry about… you just didn’t think you deserved his compassion and kindness. You did what you had to do but that didn’t change the fact that you did it.

“Stop thinking,” Hangman said softly as he came to stand next to you, looking down at you sitting atop a bar stool you’d stolen and pulled over to the outskirts of the pool table. 

“I’m not thinking,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink nonchalantly.

“You’re a shitty liar, you know that?” 

“Maybe that’s what I want you to think,” you smirked over the rim of your glass and he just shook his head.

“So, I have a proposition for you,” he said and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re propositioning me right here, in the middle of the bar, with Bobby right there?” you asked, gesturing to the WSO who had snuck up behind Jake to join in on your conversation, growing tired of Fanboy going on about his latest show obsession. Even Bob had his limits. 

“Not that kind of proposition, but it might help you blow off some steam…” he trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows as you glared at him, “no? Alright, well offer stands if you change your mind. I was thinking you could come to the gym with me tomorrow morning.” you shot Bob a look, something along the lines of pleading but he just shrugged as he watched in content silence.

“I can think of about a dozen other things I’d rather do on my day off than wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go to the gym with you,” you said, punctuating your distaste of the idea with an eye roll as you took another swig of your drink. 

“Well, it’s more of a boxing gym than a traditional gym, I think a physical outlet could be good for you and since you’ve turned down my other offer for physical release…” You shoved his shoulder, smirking when some of his beer spilled from his cup and landed on his shirt.

“First of all, Rooster was right, we need to set up a douchebag jar for you. Second, I don’t want to box.” you shrugged as Phoenix and Rooster joined as well.

“Come on, it’s actually really fun once you get the hang of it,” he pleaded and you just shook your head.

“We’re boxing tomorrow? I’m in,” Rooster said and Hangman sent him daggers with his eyes.

“This was not an open invitation, I was asking Siren,” he stated and Rooster held his hands up in defense.

“My bad, didn’t mean to crash your date.”

“Not a date, and not happening,” you replied and Phoenix just shot you a knowing look. 

“It’ll be good for you. The gym is technically open to the public but it’s more of a spot for other service members from all branches, active and retired. It’s a good place, everyone is there to work something out.”

“I appreciate the offer, Hangman, but no thank you.” you sighed as you took another drink and silently willed the subject to change.

“I talked to Mav, he convinced Cyclone to let it count towards your mandatory therapy hours,” he said and your head snapped up.

“Sorry, what time did you say?” you completely flipped your outlook, now thoroughly interested in this proposition and he smirked in victory.

“I’ll pick you up at 8.” 

The sun was obnoxiously bright as it poured through your windows, and you groaned as you saw the drapes thrown completely open and covered your head with a pillow as a dull ache settled between your temples. You combed through your memories, trying to tally how many drinks you’d had last night and it all became a bit of a blur after number four. Your increased workload and questionable mental health had resulted in you drinking less and less on nights out and effectively killing your tolerance but for whatever reason you and the team had decided to cut loose and you groaned as you forced yourself out of bed to wash off the previous night and silently prayed you hadn’t done anything too embarrassing. 

Just as you stepped back out into the cool air of your bedroom with your freshly washed hair in braids donning just a sports bra and athletic leggings a knock sounded at your door and you checked your watch to see that Hangman was early. You threw the door open to see him as chipper as always and it further soured your mood, how this man was never affected by alcohol the morning after would always aggravate you. You looked questioningly at the two bottles in his hands filled with liquid that was too unnaturally colored for it to be considered edible or healthy and he extended the barbie pink one towards you.

“Preworkout, better than coffee and it’ll help the hangover you’re clearly currently experiencing. Picked you up a different flavor, didn’t think you’d like mine,” he said, softly shaking his own green bottle.

“That was… thoughtful,” you said suspiciously as you set it on your entry table to pull your running shoes on and if you hadn’t been so focused on the throbbing of your head and correctly lacing your shoes you might have noticed the way his eyes trailed your form, lingering on the leggings that clung so tightly to your legs he was certain they’d been painted on.

“You sure I can’t join?” Rooster asked, startling you slightly as you turned to notice him eating his breakfast at the kitchen island.

“Positive,” Hangman sighed, urging you out the front door and into the passenger seat of his truck where the two of you sat in relatively comfortable silence, spare a few teasing remarks from you of his choice in music. You focused on the coastline out your window, enjoying the push and pull of the ocean before you pulled off into a parking lot that was fuller than you’d anticipated, it being so early on a Saturday morning. You took a moment when you walked in to survey the gym, looking over the various equipment scattered throughout and the two boxing rings situated prominently in the center and you didn’t have a chance to say anything before a rather large man with tattoos head to toe approached and clapped Hangman on the back.

“Hangman! Good to see you man, who’d you bring with you?” he asked, looking down at you with a bright smile that didn’t really match his exterior. 

“Billy, this is Siren, Siren this is Billy. He owns the gym,” he introduced as you stuck your hand out for him to shake but he instead pulled you in for a brief hug.

“Ah, the famous Siren. From what I hear you are the best of the best,” he said and you flushed.

“Well I don’t know about that,” you chuckled and he just shook his head.

“If Hangman said it, it’s true. You’re a badass, own it, everyone in here is,” he said and you took in the various people around the gym. It was easy to tell just from looking at them that they were all in the service in one way or another, before you could take too long of playing one of your favorite games (guessing who was Army, Navy or Marine) your attention was pulled back to the two men before you as Billy rested a hand on your shoulder. “Well, welcome to the gym, if you need anything just holler.” he said before leaving the two of you alone and you just smirked at Hangman.

“Don’t start-”

“The best of the best, huh? Didn’t know you felt that way about me,” you teased and he just shook his head as you laughed and approached the ring, setting your bag on the edge and kicking your shoes off. You were about to jump onto the platform when you felt two strong hands grip your waist and lift you up, placing you softly on the edge as he hopped up. You looked at him inquisitively before stepping over the ropes and as he went to hand you a pair of gloves you just shook your head, grabbing your hand wraps from your bag and securing them quickly.

“What, you think this is my first rodeo?” you asked and he looked dumbfounded as he watched you wrap them with the proper technique.

“Well, kinda…” he said and you just scoffed as he put the mitts on and walked to the center of the ring. “Alright, don’t hold back… wanna see what we’re working with here,” and you smirked at him again, fully knowing he didn’t believe for a second you knew your way around when it came to sparring. You went on the offensive immediately, landing good hits on the mitt and when you thought you’d knocked him off his game enough you stepped in and placed an open-handed smack to the top of his head, giggling as he stared at you in shock.

“Hey! No head shots,” he protested and you just raised your eyebrows at him.

“That was for not thinking I could possibly know what I’m doing,” you retorted and placed your hands up. “Let’s go again, don’t hold back.” you mocked. You continued to land good hits on the mitts, causing him to stumble back once in a while but you found yourself growing annoyed with how he wouldn’t try to block or defend in any capacity. “Come on, Bagman, who invited who to spar?” you asked as a particular blow sent him stepping backwards and throwing his hands up in time-out. You turned when you heard Billy chuckling, not having noticed he’d been watching the whole time as he tossed a water bottle to Jake and stepped into the ring. 

“I don’t think he anticipated you being better than him at this, where have you trained?” he asked you as you chuckled.

“Bagman here never anticipates someone being better than him. I took some classes back home in LA when I was younger to learn self defense, turned out I really enjoy it. I haven't been in the ring in a while though.” you answered as you stole the water from Jake. 

“Well, you don’t show it. What do you say to a real sparring partner, no mitts? Afraid Hangman here can’t keep up with you,” he said, patting him on the back and you smirked at Jake’s expression. You wanted to feel bad, you really did, seeing as it was his idea to invite you here but once you stepped onto that mat you realized how much you missed this, how much you needed it. 

“Hell yeah,” you said, tossing the bottle back to Jake and adjusting your wraps. 

“Alright, Siren, you set the tempo and force, I’ll match you,” you nodded as you brought your fists up and waited for him to give you the go ahead. The two of you slipped into a rhythm quickly and you immediately appreciated the way he didn’t seem to hold back with you. He matched your energy perfectly and gave it right back to you, not letting you get away with anything the way that Jake had. You went to block a hit and gasped as you felt your back collide with the mat, blinking against the harsh lighting above you pouring directly into your eyes. You huffed out a laugh as he helped you up and you shook it off, the defeat lighting a new fire under your ass.

Jake watched from the sidelines, in complete awe of the way you moved, bobbing and weaving as you put up a hell of a fight against the scariest person in the ring this gym has ever seen. You didn’t seem deterred or nervous in the slightest, he realized the only other time you looked this in your element was when you were in the cockpit and he internally chastised himself for being so foolish in inviting you here as if he was introducing you to something new and exciting… and he found it amusing that you knew this and let him think this right up until the moment you almost knocked him on his ass. He’d never tell you but the past few weeks had been just as hard on him as they had on you, he had gotten to a place with his trauma where he was okay with it. It had its very own home nestled in the darkest parts of his mind and he accepted its presence long ago, but seeing you go through the same thing he did at the beginning had his heart aching in ways he hadn’t ever anticipated. Sure, he always liked you even when you didn’t necessarily like him. He thought you were sharp and cunning, really the only person on the team he felt threatened by professionally, and you were just about the kindest person he’d ever met to boot, but that didn’t mean he thought he would ever be so invested in your wellbeing… and he was. From the moment he heard you announce your kill over the radio he felt his blood run ice cold, he knew in that very second that your life was about to change completely, that you were about to change completely and he wanted to do everything in his power to stop it. Why? That was the part he hadn’t quite figured out yet.

He winced as you hit the mat once more, and he caught the glimmer of frustration in your eyes as you hopped back up, snapping out of his internal monologue to focus on the way Billy was egging you on. “Come on, Siren, know you can do better than that.” 

You went on the offense, landing a few sharp jabs to his abdomen and dodging his attempts to flip the roles. You came an inch away from sweeping his legs right out from under him when he caught you off guard, placing a kick to your ribs that knocked your breath out and opened you up to be pinned to the ground. “Billy,” Jake warned, taking a step forward but you accepted Billy’s hand pulling you off the ground and shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you panted, but Jake didn’t seem fully convinced. He knew this was his idea, but in his mind you were going to be engaging in low-impact sparring with him, not going all out with someone who happened to coach MMA fighters. You set yourself up again, waiting for Billy to make the next move and you exhaled sharply as you took another hit but you were determined to not let your focus waver. To an outsider this may have been insane, but for the first time in weeks you finally felt like yourself again. You didn’t feel like you were spiraling out of control and you didn’t feel like the tidal waves of emotions churning in your mind at all times were a hindrance… no, right now they were fueling you and with each hit you gave and received you felt the weight of them begin to subside. You bobbed your head to the side, hooking his arm with your own to neutralize him and used your foot to pull him off balance sending him crashing down to the mat with a thud and you exhaled in relief as you extended him your hand.

“There it is, Siren, don’t lose that energy,” he prompted and you nodded as you got back into it and any victory you’d felt was wiped away as you hit the floor again and you felt frustration begin to grow in your chest. Billy picked up on this and switched up his tactics, now purposefully taunting you and trying to draw it out of you. “Come on, I know you can do better than that. You can, right? Or did you lose the fire in that cushy cockpit of yours?” Somewhere in the back of your mind your suspicion was confirmed that he was Army, the reference of a cushy cockpit sending irritation prickling up your spine and sharpening the jab you landed to his side. 

“Might be cushy but at least it requires skill,” you shot back. Jake watched as you two danced around each other, blocking every advance and waiting for the other to actually go for it as you focused on your breathing and your technique. The way you fired back on his every quip intended to aggravate you reminded him a lot of the way you did the same with him at the Hard Deck over the pool table… only with much higher stakes. He instinctively took a step forward when you staggered backwards, and he could immediately tell that your mind was no longer here.

“Fight through it. Don’t back down,” Billy prodded as he made another light advance towards you and you blocked it half-heartedly. 

“Come on, man, don’t push her too far,” Jake warned but you didn’t quite hear it as you tried to put your fists back up. 

“You brought her here for a reason,” he said, brushing his warning off entirely. “Use it, Siren, come on.” He said with another light jab and you snapped back into it, swallowing back the emotion that was thick in your throat and going on the offensive. You quickly had him on the mat and your chest heaved as you stuck your hand out for him. 

“You good?” he asked, giving you a once over and you nodded as you caught your breath. “That was great, but I think that’s enough for today,” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder and you just nodded again. “The stuff you’re working through right now can’t fully be solved in a shrink's office, plus the view is a hell of a lot better.” he said gesturing to the wall of windows overlooking the beach, “I’m here every morning, you let Hangman know you wanna come in before work and I’ll get here early, I better see you here again soon.” 

“I will… thank you, Billy, I really needed this.” You gave him a smile as he left the ring and Jake helped you hop down as you slipped your shoes on and ignored the way he was looking at you.

“If I’d known you could fight like that I might antagonize you less,” he joked and you let out a breathy laugh as you walked towards the doors.

“Can’t ever judge a book by its cover, Seresin.” you said as he guided you towards the beach after grabbing your bag from you and tossing it in the bed of his truck.

“Feel better?” he asked as the two of you sank down into the sand and set your gazes on the waves lapping the shore ahead of you.

“I actually do, didn’t realize how much I missed being in the ring. Life got busy, I guess,” you said and he nodded beside you.

“Helps take back some control. Billy was serious about his offer. He’ll be here at five am every day if you want him to, clearly I am not the sparring partner you need but you should keep coming. This is a great place to fight through it and use everything you’re feeling to your advantage but I just want you to know you don’t always have to fight through it.” he said and you sighed softly as you leaned back on your hands. 

“I know, I just… Maverick let me know there’s been talk about promoting my rank. I know they’re grooming me to step in for Maverick as the leader of this team and I just don’t want anyone to think I can’t handle it.” 

“No one would think that.” he said, ignoring how you lightly scoffed, “I’m serious. Everyone sees how you bust your ass, having an off day doesn’t mean you’re not deserving of the promotion or that you can’t handle it.”

“On some level I know that but… it’s just easier for me this way, I guess another way for me to try and regain some control.” 

“And look, you can yell at me and pick fights and throw as many books at my head as you want but this is a better outlet for you if you’re hellbent on keeping it together at work. Billy’s good at this, he went through some shit in Afghanistan and he now dedicates his time to helping other service members work through their shit.” 

You grimaced at his words, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be yelling or throwing anything at you. You’ve been… I don’t know, you’ve really surprised me these last few weeks.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t go telling anyone I’m a big softie. I have a reputation to uphold,” he joked and you playfully shoved his shoulder.

“For what it’s worth, you should show this side more often. It’s a good look on you.” you said, turning your attention from the water to look at him, smiling softly when he met your gaze.

“This is reserved for only a select few,” he said and you nodded before looking back to the ocean.

“Well, I like soft Jake. I know I haven’t really said it yet but… thank you, for everything you’ve been doing. You just being here and trying to find ways to help me out of it, I really don’t think I could do this without you.”

“You could.” he said, and this pulled your attention back to him. “You’re the toughest person I know, you can do anything, Siren, but I’m happy to be here if it helps lighten the load.” You smiled before resting your head on his shoulder and watching the waves. There was always something about the ocean that made everything feel so much more manageable to you, looking out into something so vast and unpredictable made things seem small in comparison but in this moment you were certain the ocean wasn’t the only thing making things feel that way. 

“What made you want to be here?” you asked, “before this… we were never really close, in fact you were the only person on the team I actually felt distant from.”

“I really don't know,” he sighed. “Something shifted when I heard you on the radio that day, I guess I knew what was coming and I wanted to try and be for you what I didn’t have. I blame you for that by the way, helping people was never really my first instinct before I met you.” 

“Glad to assist in the character growth,” you joked and he nudged you off his shoulder and lightly tipped your head back to look at him.

“I think I created distance on purpose, you came into the Hard Deck that first night and completely blew me out of the water… went on to show me you can be the best in the air and be cocky and arrogant without being a total jackass in the process and I don’t know… I guess I didn’t like it,” he laughed. “I also didn’t like how much I looked up to you. Not really something I’m used to, I figured if there was some distance and we weren’t really close, disappointing you wouldn’t feel quite as bad.” 

“Vulnerability, this is another good look on you,” you said and he chuckled.

“Yeah well, you make me want to be different.” he replied and you didn’t miss the way you inched towards one another, or the way his eyes flicked down to your lips and lingered for a moment before returning to your eyes.

“Jake…” you sighed and he just nodded. 

“I know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair that escaped your braids behind your ear, “you’re not ready for something like that. Doesn’t change anything, I’m here no matter what.” You rested your head on his shoulder again and he lifted his arm to bring you in closer, allowing you to lapse into comfortable silence for a moment.

“You’re good, you know that?” you finally said and you felt his chest rumble beneath you as he chuckled.

“Yeah, I am good.” 

#Jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman fluff #hangman fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

[kittyball23]

You Can't Harmonize Alone (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: What if there was another little Trolling present at the scrapbook storytime at the end of Trolls World Tour?

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It seemed like no time had passed at all by the time that the rebuilding was done.

All the villages that had been destroyed during Barb’s world tour – their structures, their decorations, their memorials and mementos – had all been successfully restored to their former glory. Only, it was better. Visually, everything had been rebuilt to the colorful manner that it had looked before, but every inhabitant resided within with a new sense of being. Because now, the six musical tribes of Trolls knew that they could live in peace with one another, celebrating their differences instead of living wary of each other.

It was vital that the young came to learn of this notion, and so the Pop Queen had taken it upon herself to educate them, reading from a scrapbook that she had made shortly after the adventure had occurred. It was one that told the history of the Trolls – the true one, that she’d come to learn.

“In the beginning we were divided,” Poppy told the little Trollings. “Our ancestors thought we were just too different to get along. Turns out they were wrong. Very, very wrong.”

The pictures she was showing them had the Troll ancestors depicted, one of them – the Pop ancestor – had a little speech bubble that read “We’re sorry.”

“You have to be able to listen to other voices, even when they don’t agree with you,” Poppy continued with her explanation. “Our differences aren’t bad. Our differences are good. Our differences make us stronger. More creative. More inspired…” She paused, showing the Trollings the pages of the scrapbook and admiring how invested they were in the story.

“So,” Poppy went on, “whether your song is sad and heartfelt, loud and defiant, or warm and funky, or even if you’re a little bit of each… it’s all these sounds that make the world a richer place. Because you can’t harmonize alone.”

Poppy beamed, quite satisfied with her conclusion and grew even happier to see that all the other little Trollings were just as joyful. The Funk, Rock, Classical, Techno, Country, and Pop kids all glanced at each other, all smiles and curiosity.

She sighed, about to close the scrapbook, when the little Trolling who’d been calmly seated upon her lap held the pages open and stared at them with awe.

“Wow!” she asked, and then looked up at Poppy with her large, familiar blue eyes. “Is that really a true story, Mommy?”

Poppy giggled, caressing the girl’s cheek and pushing away some strands of rich indigo hair that was falling into her eyes. Before she could give her an answer, another voice responded.

“Yes, it is.”

The Trolling whirled around, and beamed a little gap-toothed grin. “Daddy!”

Branch, looking quite regal in his leafy king’s crown, bent down and embraced his daughter. He then looked up at Poppy – his queen, and his wife – with a sparkle in his eye that she recognized as one of deep love. She did not resist when he offered his hand to her, and she easily took it, giving it a gentle squeeze. The words she’d just said rang out in her head again: You can’t harmonize alone. Well, that wouldn’t be a problem. Not when she had the best husband in the whole wide world by her side, and their little youngling. She could swoon about it all day, get lost in those ocean-blue eyes and the sweet sound of her daughter’s joyful giggle, though her reverie was broken at a sudden, loud CHOMP!

Poppy yelped, and Branch and their daughter gasped at the sight of Clampers suddenly biting on the scrapbook with her large, gnawing teeth!

“Clampers!” Poppy reprimanded. “Let’s not eat our history!”

The Country Trolling peered at her sheepishly, let go of the scrapbook, and grinned up at the Pop Queen apologetically. “Sorry, Miss Poppy.”

Just then, Tiny Diamond entered into the pod, groovily riding atop of a toy dump truck. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he bopped, “I’m done with my nap, and ready to play!” He shot glitter up into the air with flourish, prompting the Trolls to all laugh.

Poppy and Branch’s daughter giggled. “Can I go play with him?” she asked her parents.

“Of course!” Poppy answered brightly, while Branch nodded. “In fact, let’s all go!”

The Trollings in the pod cheered and quickly hurried out after the Pop King and Queen, to celebrate together in a grand party between all of the Troll Kingdom.

And the music never stopped!

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A/N: I'm glad with the way that Trolls World Tour ended, but this scenario came to mind after thinking about the ending scene in Boss Baby (where it had turned out that Tim had been telling his daughter the story all along). Besides, if Broppy had gotten married and had a kiddo that quickly, we wouldn't have seen any proposal or wedding!

#trolls #trolls 2 #trolls world tour #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[stxr-bxy]

alternative marauders headcanons

james

somewhat alt, more of a rock person but definitely appreciates alt culture. favorite artists are fleetwood mac, melanie safka, jaco pastorious, the smashing pumpkins, and heart.

sirius

punk rock badass. his favorite bands are bad brains, death, black flag, bad religion, and sleater-kinney. he likes the sex pistols too. but has an appreciation for lots of music. he likes david bowie, sisters of mercy, and deftones.

remus

prefers rock but also enjoys punk. favorite artists are david bowie, the strokes, october country, pink floyd, and iggy pop. considers himself punk-ish because he listens to the music and agrees with the ideology. the proof that you don’t have to dress punk to be punk.

peter

grunge rock stan. favorite artists are nirvana, soundgarden, mudhoney, red hot chili peppers, and stone temple pilots. dresses like he’s homeless (which is basically how i dress) but makes it look cool with diy and studs and spikes.

lily

loves almost all music. favorite artists are radiohead, evanescence (idk why i just think she’d like them), bratmobile, pixies, and x ray spex. she dresses kinderwhore-ish grunge and loves dressing feminine and distressed (idk how to describe it). adores the punk subculture and loves when baby punks come to her shows.

marlene

the ultimate riot grrrl. dislikes the movement from the 90s bc it wasn’t super intersectional and excluded queer/trans women and poc but recognizes that it did help some women and should come back with some improvements. favorite artists are bikini kill, hole (but doesn’t support courtney love), bratmobile, emily’s sassy lime, and L7

mary

somewhat alternative but definitely a badass. favorite artists are abba, fiona apple, björk, kate bush, the bangles, and blondie. she likes anything raw and emotional with meaningful lyrics. loves to analyze songs and find out the symbolisms behind them. in her opinion music doesn’t need to sound good to be good, she cares more about the meaning.

emmeline

loves female artists and queer punk. favorite artists are mommy long legs, kittie, pinkshift, cheap perfume, and baby guts. loves subversing gender roles in music and fashion so she sometimes dresses masc and incorporates those themes in her music. proof that someone can be both a sweetheart and a total badass at the same time.

emma

loves all music. literally everything. favorite artists are coven, the slits, mitski, garbage, and limp bizkit. her style changes all the time but she loves hippie and indie styles. her favorite song is california dreaming by the mamas and the papas. loves lighting incense and going for walks. somewhat alt but more of a mellow subversive alt instead of an in-your-face-let’s-tear-it-all-down angle.

regulus

goth and punk. favorite artists are joy division, alien sex fiend, the muslims, and the clash. doesn’t dress very punk but dresses in a more casual goth style. only goes all out for shows and concerts he goes to. most of his wardrobe is black so he can never find specific clothing items.

pandora

faerie goth and hippie-ish. loves ethereal wave and cold wave music but also likes other stuff. favorite artists are molchat doma, cocteau twins, nine inch nails, and siouxsie and the banshees. dresses in a hippie-ish fairycore style and never dresses casual unless she’s at home. definitely shaved or bleached her eyebrows at one point.

barty

punk punk punk punk. the punkiest mf you’ve ever seen in your life. he exclusively wears leather jackets and crust pants. favorite bands are dead kennedys, rage against the machine, pure hell, the runaways, and pansy division.

evan

barty’s badass boyfriend. listens to almost all music. his favorite artists are eminem, the neighborhood, kiss, and joan jett and the blackhearts. somewhat alt, fashion is whatever he can afford and thinks is cool. gets a new piercing or dyes his hair as a coping mechanism.

dorcas

punk rock princess. favorite bands are pure hell, gina young, vulpes, bad brains, and mannequin p*ssy. they love poly styrene (x ray spex) and really look up to her because she was a very influential black woman in punk music. always had headphones on and is blasting “germfree adolescents” at all times. also loves kat bjelland (babes in toyland) and ari up (the slits)

#dead gay wizards #marauders #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #dorlene #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #remus lupin #au #marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadows #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #emmeline vance #emma vanity #peter pettigrew #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders band au #alt/punk marauders for the win #they’re all alt i swear #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #pandalily #rosekiller

[r0binxx11]

Attack on Titan Girl Headcanons !! <3

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1. What music music/artists would they listen to

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would listen to Deftones definitely. I could also see her listening to calming love music as well. I think she would listen to Mascara or Sextape a lot by Deftones. She would also listen to Mitski a lot. Some songs she would like are ‘I Bet on Loosing Dogs’ or ‘I Want You’. She would also like some BLACKPINK or New Jeans!

Sasha Braus: I feel like Sasha would listen to anything really. Hyperpop and calm music. Maybe some 100geccs or Alex G and Vacations. A song i can see her listening to is ‘Until I Found You’ by Stephen Sanchez, idk why i just do. I can also see her listening to the ‘Changes’ album by Vacations.

Hange Zoe: Hange would listen to ABBA or just older rock music! I see her listening to ABBA’s ‘Voulez-Vous’ album. Hange could also be listening to Beach House or Mamamoo! One song i see her with is ‘HIP’ by Mamamoo. Hange wouldn’t be afraid to blast her music either!

Historia Reiss: I think Historia would listen to Taylor Swift. She would mostly listen to her pop rather than the country. I feel like she would have ‘1989’ as her favorite album as well. Another artist i see that fits her is Lana Del Ray. She would listen to ‘Ultraviolence’ album a lot.

Ymir: Ymir would be listening to Arctic Monkeys or some metal. I feel like she would really like listening to the ‘AM’ album. As for metal i don’t know why but i feel like she’d listen to Korn and Deftones. Ymir would also listen to anything as long as it’s not Country.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would listen to My Bloody Valentine or Yot Club or maybe even t.A.T.u. I feel like she’d definitely have this sort of music style like Alternative/Indie and she would generally like anything in that genre.

Pieck Finger: I can see Pieck listening to TV Girl. She would sing along to the songs a lot especially songs from the ‘Who Really Cares’ album. Pieck’s favorite genre is Indie Pop for sure. I also see her listening to Red Velvet.

Yelena: Yelena would listen to The Neighborhood or Crystal Castles. I could see her liking ‘Reflections’ by the Neighborhood and then ‘Suffocation’ or ‘Vanished’ by crystal castles. And then of COURSE i see her listening to ‘Babooshkaa’ by Kate Bush i mean that’s literally her anthem.

2. What style of clothing would they wear

Mikasa Ackerman: I know in the AU at the end of the manga shows her goth but apart of me sees her wearing grunge clothes or something like that. A specific outfit Mikasa would wear is baggy low waisted jeans with a grunge design on it and a studded belt and pocket chain, long sleeve stripped crop top with a v-neck and 2-3 necklaces. I can see her with black small hoop earrings with a spike hanging. I can see her with worn black vans as well.

Sasha Braus: Sasha would wear a sort of lazyish style. I see her with a white undershirt with a pop culture t-shirt over it and baggy ripped black jeans with regular worn converse. Sasha when she needs to get formal or fancy, i feel like she’d pull it off perfectly.

Hange Zoe: Hange would wear a little bit formal but not too much. Just a white button up that is buttoned to look like a v-neck, nice dress pants and blouse with a golden neck chain. Her shoes would just be comfortable black closed heels or flats! I can also see her wearing an expensive branded belt.

Historia Reiss: Historia would dress sort of white-girlish but i can also see her rocking the Lana Del Ray core. I see her wearing a pastel pink or blue crop top with bell bottom white jeans and berkinstocks. She would wear bandanas hair clips too! I also see her with a medium white dress and little bows in her hair.

Ymir: Ymir would either wear oversized clothes or tight clothes. For oversized, I can see an oversized black or white band or branded t-shirt with tan corduroys and vans high tops. For tight, Ymir would wear a dark small fitting t-shirt with tight ripped jeans and a big red or gray jacket with doc-martens. I don’t see her wearing jewelry except maybe rings.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would wear sweatshirts all the time with a jacket over it occasionally. I can see her with either regular nike shorts or just mid fitting jeans. I can also see cargo pants with all those buckles. I don’t see her wearing jewelry maybe just a bracelet or two. For shoes i see her wearing black worn boots.

Pieck Finger: Pieck would wear a lot of regular black tank tops with black bell bottom leggings and a jacket. I see her wearing beanies sometimes and black dresses. I can see her wearing colorblock star sneakers and/or wedged black heels.

Yelena: Yelena wouldn’t be too far off from her outfit she wears in the anime/manga. I can see a button up that’s buttoned to make a v-neck and rolled sleeves with black dress pants and dress shoes. She would have a Gucci belt and very nice rings as well. I can see her with suspenders or a black suit jacket. Again not too far off from the anime/show but i think that’s what she would wear.

3. How they would confess to you

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would be very nervous and simply tell you when she feels the time is right. She would say something like “y/n, I have a crush on you” or something up front like that in a nervous tone.

Sasha Braus: Sasha would also be really nervous. I feel like she’d get red and just say it as it is. She would have it all planned out and she would pick a spot and have basically a script but she wouldn’t end up following through with the script and she’d let it out.

Hange Zoe: Hange would have it planned out as well. She would do it somewhere memorable like somewhere pretty or just somewhere you guys enjoy. She would look at you in the eyes trying to mask the nervousness and then just say it with confidence.

Historia Reiss: Historia doesnt like to confess first but if she really feels like she does she will. She would either get really nervous and do it over text or do it at the end of a hangout or something like that. She would look at the ground and kind of blush and say “I like you.” or something along the lines of that.

Ymir: Ymir would also just outright say it with confidence. Ymir would tell you exactly how she feels and more. She would do it in a private area and be very passionate when she tells you.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would blush a ton and give a montone voice when she tells you she likes you. Her anxious self would be very visible as well and adorable. She would do it at the end of a hangout as well.

Pieck Finger: I have a feeling for Pieck she would just say it when the time was right. She’d be a little anxious but not too much. She would smile and look at you and tell you how she feels.

Yelena: Yelena would say it super confidently and do it when you two are alone at one’s house. She wouldn’t show any signs of being nervous and she would keep good eye contact while confessing.

4. How they would react if somebody hurt you emotionally/verbally

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would be enraged because all she wants is to protect you and nothing more. She would get involved immediately and make sure whatever happens doesn’t happen again. She would reassure you that it’ll be okay and it won’t happen again.

Sasha Braus: Sasha would try to figure it out calmly and after would try to cheer you up and make you smile/laugh. She would really be calm about it and be very good at cheering you up and helping you forget what happened.

Hange Zoe: Hange would be calm when you told her at first but then deal with it immediately. She would be very stern about it and also professional. She would try and help you afterwards by being by your side and doing whatever you needed in the moment.

Historia Reiss:

Ymir: Ymir would be pretty similar to Mikasa. She would make a couple threats and get furious. Even after she was done dealing with it it would piss her off for awhile. Ymir wouldn’t want anybody hurting you.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would stare at them and talk very sternly and try to intimidate the person. She wouldn’t know how to comfort you well but she would make an effort to and try to reassure you.

Pieck Finger: Pieck would be mad but she would try not to show it. She would try to defuse the situation and make peace. Afterwards she would try to cheer you up and a lot a lot of cuddling!

Yelena: Yelena would be very scary to the person who did it. She would make it clear that she isn’t playing around. She’s so tall that she would probably already intimidate the person. She would quickly tell them off though and make sure it never happens again. Afterwards, with a smile she would reassure you that it’s all gonna be better now.

5. Where they would take you on the first date

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would go to an art museum. She would enjoy how peaceful it is and loved to analyze art. I feel like she wouldn’t handhold as much as first but eventually warm up to it. When the date is over you two would go get ice cream or a sweet treat.

Sasha Braus: Of course Sasha would go out to dinner. You two would go to a local place with a bunch of meat. After the date she would wanna go walk around a town by the sunset! She would love to hold your hand and by the end of the date she would give you a peck on the cheek.

Hange Zoe: Hange would take you out to go bowling or maybe an arcade or roller blading. It would have to be something fun and active. Afterwards she would take you home and make sure you got in okay. She would give you and hug at the end as well.

Historia Reiss: Historia would do a picnic date. She would bring some fruits and desserts such as strawberries, cherries, blueberries, watermelon etc., She would choose a pretty location in a park or maybe a clearing in the forest. Historia would put her head on your shoulder and hold hands a lot too. She loves the way your hand fits into hers.

Ymir: Ymir would probably take you to a theme park or something along the lines of that. She loves the thrills and she would of course hold your hand and make sure you felt comfortable at all times. When the date is over she would make sure you enjoyed yourself.

Annie Leonhart: Annie’s first date would be very chill. I can see her wanting a movie night at your house or hers. She would let you pick the movie and she would set up a fold out couch with blankets and pillows. She would love to cuddle a bunch.

Pieck Finger: Pieck would wanna go somewhere traditional like a Café. She would get a hot coffee and maybe a pastry with that. She would initiate all of the conversations and make sure to not make the date boring at any time.

Yelena: Yelena would either take you to a nice place to eat like a fancy restaurant or an expensive shopping mall. She would pay for the food and buy you a couple things at the mall. She would hold the bags for you and your hand at the same time. She would take you home and wait at the house until you got inside. Yelena would hug you at the end of the date and give a kiss if comfortable.

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