#and the same with her boots and her hair - both have that 'black with pops of orange' going for them

[eddie-van-munson]

Peanut Butter Cookies (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @cupcake-de-abacaxi

Summary: The reader gets jealous when she meets a friend of Eddie's: a gorgeous, smart metalhead that's infuriatingly perfect for him. Little do you know, he's not interested in this 'friend' in the very least.

Warnings: Cursing, Drug use (Weed), Jealousy, Saucy Kisses, Implied Sex, Slight Angst (Happy Ending), Fluff.

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are OPEN.)

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Her name was Juliet. How the hell were you supposed to compete with that? Fucking Juliet.

That was the most romantic, gothic, wicked ass name you'd ever heard.

She had thick black curls and glossy lips, painted dark and curved like a doll's. She wore a dense chain around her perfect porcelain neck and tall, studded boots.

You couldn't have found someone more suited to Eddie if you had drawn her yourself, but there she was. Draped across his living room couch.

"Who's this, Eds?" She cooed, as you wandered into the trailer. Your stomach churned. Eds. Only you and Wayne were allowed to call him that.

"Huh?" He glanced over from the kitchen where he was rolling a joint. "Oh! This is Y/N. She's mine. You'll love her."

She waved at you, smiling. You waved back shyly, slightly comforted by the phrase "she's mine" even though you knew what he meant was "she's with me".

"I'm Juliet." She sounded friendly enough. "Brownie?"

She held out a tray brownies, which were definitely edibles, and patted the couch beside her. You politely declined, but sat down, fidgeting with your hair.

"Oh god, Eds." She giggled, blushing as she covered her face with her brownie-free hand. "Do you remember the last time we made treats?"

Eddie grinned, smoke pluming from his lips when he laughed. It seemed he'd gotten the  joint lit. "Jesus, I'd forgotten about that. We both ate one and thought they didn't work-"

"So we both had two more!"

"Holy shit. I thought the damn ceiling was talking to me."

Juliet laughed, wiping a tear from her large, shockingly blue eyes. "I thought Wayne was going to kill us!"

Jealousy boiled in your stomach. Wayne. She knew Wayne now too, apparently. And she and "Eds" had made "treats" together before.

Juliet sighed, polishing off her brownie. "Oh shit! I have something for you, Eds! I'd completely forgot! Let me grab it!"

Eddie chuckled as he sat beside you, "God, I've missed her." He sighed. "I haven't seen her in years. She said this time she might stay."

"S-Stay? In Hawkins?" Your heart stopped for a minute.

"Yeah! Isn't that amazing!"

You nodded, trying to save face for him. He was grinning ear to ear, and your heart hurt the more you admired him. 

Juliet was back to quickly for your liking, holding a paper shopping bag. "For you..."

"Wait!? You bought me something?" Eddie's eyes went big.

"Just open it, silly!"

He gracelessly pulled the item from the bag. A brand new cassette. "Holy shit, is this?"

She grinned, nodding.

"Master of Puppets? This came out like, two days ago! How the hell did you?? Jules!!" He jumped up off the couch, pulling her into a hug as she giggled. "God, you're the best!"

Again your stomach churned, but this time from the feeling of being left out. You'd never been a metal head. Sure, there were a few songs you knew...a few you'd liked. And you loved hearing Eddie ramble about his favorite songs and bands, but it just wasn't your style.

Just the same, you had known Metallica was coming out with a new album. He'd mentioned it offhandedly about a week ago. You'd been saving up to try and get it for him for his birthday.

"Oh man, I've been dying to hear this. You have no idea."

Juliet grinned, "Pop it in!"

He headed for his player, but paused. "Nah. You know what? Let's save it. It's not really Y/N's thing."

Your heart sank with guilt.

"Oh man, really?" Juliet didn't sound judgemental, just surprised, but it still made your jaw clench a little. "I started dabbling in Black Sabbath a few years ago. I've never gone back."

Eddie laughed, "She knows fucking everything about this shit, Y/N. Any band, any song, any album, and she could give you the whole deal."

You gave a weak smile, nodding.

"Christ, it's so good to talk to someone who listens to actual music Eds. All my friends back home just listen to the fucking Beatles. You know, all the slow, sweet shit."

You loved the Beatles.

Eddie shot you an apologetic look, his eyes trailing to the little tin you'd brought with you. "What did you bring, N/N?"

"Is it speed?" Juliet gasped happily.

"Oh no...it's...um...Peanut Butter cookies."

Your mom loved Eddie. He was over at your house often, and everytime he was, he went on and on about her cooking.

This is good shit, Mrs. L/N.

They don't make 'em like you anymore, Mrs. L/N.

Damn, Mrs. L/N! You keep this up and you'll have me looking like the Philsbury dough boy!

 He buttered her up like a slice of fucking toast. Hence, now everytime you went over to Eddie's, your mom sent the whole damn kitchen with you. Eddie didn't mind at all. Actually, you knew for a fact that was what kept him coasting when Wayne worked late. But for some reason, this time, you were mortified. Thank god you'd managed to talk her down to just the cookies.

"Oh!" Juliet said, her voice sweet, but still a little uncomfortable.

"M-My mom sent them for Eddie."

She frowned a little, "Peanut Butter Cookies? Eds, I thought you had a peanut allergy?"

Eddie's cheeks went a little pink. He scratched his neck, "Oh, well...it's just a minor one, really. It's not a big deal."

"What?" You'd known Eddie for years now. Literal, actual years. Never once had he ever mentioned a peanut allergy. "You never told me."

"It just...never came up." He shrugged.

Why were you angry at him? Why did you want to yell?

"Eddie, mom has sent over granola, before. Granola with peanuts."

His eyes were wide, "And Wayne loved it! It was great!"

"That's not the point!" You said a little too loudly, tears welling in your eyes. You stood from the couch, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

"Where are you going?" His voice was so soft. He sounded hurt.

"Nowhere. I'm sorry I'm just...tired or something."

He frowned, "Don't leave."

Your heart sank as you dug the tin from your bag, setting it on the counter. "It's alright, Eds. I'm alright. I'll catch up with you later ok? I promise."

You turned to Juliet, who was looking a bit bewildered where she was sitting on the couch.

"It was nice meeting you."

And with that, you shut the door behind you.

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You were in tears by the time you got home, mad at yourself for making such a stupid scene over his stupid peanut allergy, of all things. Juliet probably thought you'd lost it.

You put on a Beatles tape, completely out of spite, and crawled into bed with your clothes still on. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

How dare she. How dare she swoop in and be beautiful and perfect for him. And know every little detail about him on top of that. How dare she like metal and wear edgy clothes when you didn't. How dare she be endearing enough for him to give her a nickname. How dare she.

You'd cried until what little makeup you had on had stained your pillow case, and then you cried some more, because that was your softest one.

You flipped your pillow to the dry side, chest aching with sadness, and promptly fell asleep.

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You woke up to the feeling of the bed dipping. A warm, familiar smell enveloped you as you felt your covers being tucked in around your body. A fingertip grazed over your forehead, brushing baby hairs back from your face.

A soft voice sang along to your tape.

Making each day of the year... Changing my life with a wave of her hand... Nobody can deny that there's something there.

His hand cradled your face, grazing back and forth over your cheek lovingly.

Running my hands through her hair... Both of us thinking how good it can be... Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.

Your eyes fluttered, and you knew you had to be dreaming as a pair of big brown eyes came into focus.

"Hey, baby."

His thumb swiped at the trace of mascara left beneath your eyes and your nose scrunched, making him smile.

"H-...How do you know it?" You slurred, still half asleep.

"Know what, sweetheart?"

"The song." You whined, pitifully.

He gave a soft chuckle, "Because I like this song."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"No you-"

"Jesus, how are you this stubborn when you're half asleep?"

You made a face, which immediately melted away when he continued petting your hair lovingly.

"I like this song..." He held your gaze, stubbornly. "Because it reminds me of you ."

You stared back at him, brow softening. 

He smiled, "What can I say? I guess sometimes I'm into the slow, sweet shit."

Tears welled in your eyes, and you immediately covered them so he couldn't see. Your voice trembled ridiculously with tears. "Why didn't you tell me you had a peanut allergy?"

 "Aw baby..." He chuckled sweetly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you."

You gave a pitiful laugh through your tears, letting him move your hand away to see your red, puffy, makeup stained eyes.

"God, look at you." He giggles softly, brushing his thumb beneath your ringed eyes again. "You're a raccoon." You rolled your eyes and he laughed, admiring you for a moment. "Do you forgive me?"

You nod, pulling him down into a hug. "Do you forgive me?"

"Nothing to forgive, princess."

You frown a little, pulling back to see his face. "Yes there is. I got angry and jealous."

He hums sweetly, "Well in that case, you're forgiven." You comb through his curls, tenderly. "I wouldn't worry about Juliet either, ok? You've got nothing to be jealous about."

"No Eds, I..." You took a deep breath, mustering your courage. "I want you guys to be together."

He quirked his brow, laying back on your bed and propping an arm behind his head. "Yeah? Why's that?"

You rest your chin on his chest, "Because you're perfect for each other. She likes the same music and she dresses like you and she knows so much about metal..."

He rubs a hand up and down the small of your back looking amused. "I don't think things are gonna work out between me and Juliet, babe."

You frown, "W-Why not?"

He smiles, "Well, I know I'm pretty backwards sweetheart, but as far as I know, it tends to be frowned upon to have a good 'round in the sheets' with your cousin."

You froze, a shit eating grin on Eddie's face.

"Cousin?"

He nods slowly, "That's right. Juliet Munson."

You were still processing, "Juliet Mun-..."

"Wayne's daughter. She lived with her mom. Came back down to visit now that she's over eighteen."

Juliet Munson. Eddie's...cousin. Christ.

You buried your head in his chest and he burst into bright, clear laughter.

"Eddieeee."

He brought a hand to his face, gathering tears from his eyes as he tried to steady out his giggles.

You gave him an embarrassed look, "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Never in a million years, Princess."

You were holding back laughter now too. You sat up, giving him a playful shove. " Well, I don't think it's funny, Eddie Munson. You-"

"Oh, Com'ere you."

He grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you down into a messy, needy kiss. You straddled him, letting his hands slide up over your neck to cradle your face. He sat up on his elbows, chasing your lips when you moved.  His breath was heavy and hot as he hummed against you, "You...didn't have any...of those cookies did you?"

You tugged his curls in retaliation, making him give the most delicious whine. "No, asshole."

He chuckled as you gave him another tug, his head falling back so you could kiss down his throat. He cursed, grinding his hips.

"So the whole 'feeling like I can't breathe' thing and the lightheaded-ness...fuck...that's normal?"

"Yeah." You rasp, nipping at his collarbone. "I feel it too."

Eddie chuckled, pulling off his shirt, and you pulled back to admire him, tracing your fingertips over his tattoos.

He moaned, pressing up against your touch. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You chuckled softly, "Well as long as it doesn't involve me making you break out in hives..." You rocked your hips lightly, and his hands gripped your thighs. "I'm down to find out."

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[theheartbreakprincesss]

red lips and rosy cheeks, a criminal minds imagine

pairings: fem!reader x bau!team (platonically of course) and fem!reader x spencer reid (if you squint a little)

word count: 800ish

warnings: none i think. no use of y/n because i don’t really vibe with that. no angst, a little fluff, maybe? it’s mostly just funny i think. also not beta-read, or like we say in ao3, no beta we die like men.

author’s note: i have been binge-watching criminal minds for a couple weeks now and of course i’m obsessed with it, and this visual of spencer becoming a little flustered over seeing his crush all dressed up popped into my mind. it’s my first time writing an imagine with the reader as the main piece in the story, so idk be gentle with me? i also never wrote for criminal minds and i’m only in season 4. i just wrote this instead of sleeping or actually writing my other fics. sorry if this is terrible anyway. i’m open to feedback! thanks for reading <3

Working for the FBI could be a handful, sometimes, but the job had its benefits. You could catch criminals and help people, make a difference, you know? But something you would never expect to count as a benefit was the possibility of being called in the middle of a date.

You didn’t even want to go on that date, but your long-time friend Emma had insisted she knew a guy that would be perfect for you. Emma knew you since you both were undergraduates working on their degrees, so you had figured it wouldn’t hurt to give the guy a chance.

It wasn’t your best moment.

Not that the guy turned out to be a psychopath or something like that. But the ice of your drink had barely started to melt when it became clear that Sean wasn’t the guy for you, and by the end of your martini, you could see that Sean was too self-centered and trying too hard to be something he was not, with the fake watch and the well-pressed but clearly cheap suit and exaggerated tales of his life. An hour into the date and you were begging to the universe to offer you a way out of that bar.

Thankfully the universe seemed to listen to your plea, and you let out a relieved sigh when you saw Garcia’s name on the screen as the phone rang. Apparently, Hotch wanted everyone at the office right that moment.

That hurry was what prompted you to go into the BAU headquarters straight from your date, thinking that a stop by your apartment to change would take too much time and that you could take the clothes out of your go bag and change out of your outfit once you got there.

“Hey there.” you greeted as you walked into the bullpen. “Is everyone here yet?”

“Rossi and Prentiss are on their way.” Morgan said from his desk. “Wonder boy is getting coffee.”

“Oh, okay.” you mumbled, moving to take off your coat and wondering if you would have time to wipe off the red lipstick before the briefing.

“Damn, pretty girl.” you heard Morgan say, that suggestive tone in his voice that annoyed the life out of you. “Did we interrupt something?”

“Only the most boring date I have ever been on.” you scoffed, nervously fixing your dress. It wasn’t inappropriate or something, just very different from what you used to wear. It had been Emma’s idea, actually, to pair that black sleeveless dress with knee-high boots. “He spent the entire time talking about himself.” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, look at you!” Garcia exclaimed as she got into the bullpen. “You look like a million bucks, darling.”

“Thank you, Pen.” you said. “What’s the case about?”

“A woman went missing in Indiana this morning in the same way three more disappeared in the last month before they were found dead.” JJ told, walking out of her office. “Oh, hot date tonight?” she asked.

“Disappointing, actually.” you laughed. “Can we not talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” you heard Spencer’s voice from behind Penelope.

“About her date.” Garcia said. Spencer joined them as they all stood near your desk, two coffee mugs in his hands. His messy hair was the first thing you noticed, looking like he had been dragged out of his bed. He handed you the second coffee mug, the one with little cartoon kittens stamped on it, then his eyes really focused on you.

“Oh, thank you.” you mumbled, taking a sip of it.

“I– yeah, I…” he stammered, eyes moving up and down, up and down.

“Are you alright, Doc?” you asked, using the nickname you had given him a few weeks into working together.

“Ooh, I think you broke pretty boy.” Morgan laughed.

“It’s probably the red lipstick.” Garcia pointed out, joining Derek in his laughs. You waited for one of Spencer’s famous info-dumps, where he would talk about how red lipstick used to be made out of crushed beetles in Ancient Egypt or something, but he was still silent, lips parted like he meant to say something but couldn’t figure out what.

“Do you need me to reset you or something?” you were now having a bit of fun with it. It wasn’t like you were trying to be mean, but both of you had been dancing around unspoken feelings for a while now.

“I… you look pretty.” Spencer finally managed to say.

You put the mug to your lips, trying to hide the blood that was rushing to your cheeks as Morgan whistled.

“Go on, wonder boy.”

“Derek? Shut up.” then, you looked at Spencer again, who was timidly smiling at you.“Thanks.” you mumbled.

Spencer looked at the mug on your hands, focusing on the stain of your lipstick on the rim of the mug.

“Uh, did you know that the first known red lipsticks were created by crushing gemstones in Mesopotamia over 5.000 years ago?”

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[iiheartstef]

Agora hills

pairing: switch!matt x famous!black!fem

summary: You and matt go to a fancy restaurant and make a really important decision, but end up in the bathroom.

Warnings: Smut, pet names (mama, ma), hair pulling, public sex. i think that’s it..?

word count: 7.7k

Authors note: Guysss my first fic, this is for @annamcdonalds67 song writing challenge😍🩶 if you pay close attention lyrics from the song happen in the fic so that’s cute. but don’t judge this is my first one, feedback is always appreciated🩷🩷 but yea i hope y’all enjoy (:

★·.·´¯`·.·★. Ⓢт𝔢𝔽𝓲𝔼. ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Mattyy🩷😍- hey mama, lemme take you out to dinner to take your mind off everything?

wife🩶- yea really need to clear my mind😭 when u need me to be ready?

Mattyy🩷😍- whenever, i’m not gonna rush you today is for u

wife🩶- thx matty i’ll text u 10 minutes before?

Mattyy🩷😍- bet. love u mama

wife🩶 loved this message

you get up and look in your closet and find the sluttiest black dress you can find and put on your black furry boots. you sit at your vanity mirror and curl your fresh silk press.

as you walk outside you see matt close his door and walk over to the passenger side.

“you look gorgeous mama, i love this dress on you” matt says as he opens his arms to hug you “thank u matty, i love ur jeans and tee” you laugh

matt hugs you then slaps then takes your ass in his big hands “stoppp matt” he laughed lightly then closed your door for you then went and got in the drivers seat.

Fast forwarding to the amazing restaurant matt took you to you guys sit down and order. “princess how are u feeling about the whole situation?” matt shifts in his seat a little “well i had some time to actually think about it and ion really give a fuck what yours or my fans think about us. now, i feel like we should come out about our relationship”

“i feel the same way. i hate that nick can’t post those cute pictures he always takes of us for the photo dumps.” matt reaches his hand to mine and holds it and you look at them because you’ve always loved his tattoos.

“me too matty, you know i value pda so much and it irritates me that i can’t embrace it as much as i want.” you sigh a little. “but if you really wanna do this you gotta understand your name is gonna be in the streets and my fans are gonna be looking at you and judging your every move”

niya looks in matt’s eyes for any type of regret or fear. “i don’t care what anybody has to say about us mama, i love u and we’re gonna make this last.” matt leans over the table to give you a ki-

all of a sudden a blonde waitress slams the plates on the table startling both of you. “aren’t you matt sturniolo? not to sound childish or anything but i love the videos you make. i actually suffer with anxiety and depression.” she claims and messes with her hair

you and matt both share a sideye. “uh thanks i appreciate the support.” she then turns her attention to you.

“oh! hello i didn’t see you there..” she says as she looks you up and down

“can you leave now. we have our food and we don’t need anything else.” matt says keeping an angry expression on his face. “um i was just being nice but ok.” she storms off

“thank you matt, i know how hard it is for you to respond to awkward shit like that.” you smile and walk to his side of the booth. “thanks mama, she was just doing too much and i didn’t like how she was looking at you”

1st pov

i kiss him and slowly lower my hand down to his bulge. “ma cmon we’re in public..” he shifts his legs

“it’s okay matty we’re in the back corner and everyone is in the club section. lemme thank you”

matt lets out a relaxed sigh as i go under the table. i unzip his pants and palm his hardness making it grow a bit in his boxers.

“fuck mama, please” i look up at his pretty face and smile while i pull down his boxers

his shaft pops out of his boxers. tip already leaking precum “you gonna be a good boy and be quiet?”

“yes mommy i’ll be a good boy, just touch me please” just when he said that i slammed my soft hand down his throbbing length hearing some gentle whimpers from matt

when he least expects it i shove all of his dick down my mouth earning a loud moan from him

i slowly take it out your mouth “matt what did i say about being quiet?”

“i’m sorry mommy it felt so good” i pull his boxer up and get from under the table to sit on his lap to straddle him

“mama please can we just go to the bathroom i need to be in you” he pleads looking in your eyes “yea cmon hurry up”

i pull his pants down and trail my tongue by his ear..down his neck..and down his arm and kiss every one of his tattoos.

“mommy please please” just as he says that i shove his dick down my throat and start bobbing up and down “ohhhh fuckkk faster mama”

just as i feel his dick twitch in your mouth he pulls out and bends me over the sink “can i?” he says as i look at him through the mirror and nod my head

then he slams his length in and me moan loudly “you like that mama?” he grunts. i nod my head not wanting to speak because of how good he feels

matt grabs my hair softly but quickly and pulls my head up so i can look in his eyes “you need to use words ma before u regret that shit” he says as he starts to go slower in pace and pulls my dress all the way up so he can cup my titties

“yes baby i love it please go faster” i beg and he smiles and kisses my lips “yes ma’am” just as he speeds up his pace there’s a knock on the door..

matt pulls out slowly and mouths to see who it is. “matt what the fuck i don’t wanna do it you do it!?” he rolls my eyes “the faster u answer it the faster we can finish.” i sigh and open the door and see the waitress from earlier

“yes?” i say opening the door which matt is behind, and not showing my bottom half of my dress which he pulls up and gently grazes my heat with his thumb

“you’ve been in there for almost 10 minutes what are you doing?!” the waitress says trying to peak in the bathroom. right as she says that matt slides in two of his long slender fingers and i sharply inhale.

“well if you don’t leave soon then i’m gonna have to kick you out. not matt tho because he isn’t in here i guess.. where is he by the way?” she smirks at me

matt speeds up his pace and adds in his tongue. “ahh.. matt.. is in the mens. restroom. can you leave him the fuckkk… alone he does NOT want you” i say slurring my words a little but trying my hardest to make it unnoticeable

i can feel matt smirking against my heat but goes faster. “ugh i didn’t want his ass anyway. you guys are both ugly. his dick is probably small too” the waitress smiles and walks off

you take a deep breath and thank god she’s gone and you slam the door shut. “fuckkk matt i’m gonna cum” matt gets up and plops you on the sink and gets back to work…

he turns you around and bends you over the sink again going at a ungodly pace while placing his hands on both sides of your ass. you feel your high just as he says “fuck mama i’m gonna cum” you lift your head making him to kiss you and he sticks his tongue down your throat then you feel him whimper which lets you know he’s close

“cmere mama take it down your throat” matt pushes you to your knees and grabs the back of your head and thrusts his dick in your throat.

“mama i’m cumming fuck fuck fuckkk” he lets out a thick load of warm cum in your mouth “swallow it all baby” he smirks and kisses you after you do.

you too walk out of the bathroom and see the waitress staring you both down “we didn’t even get to eat.” you pout “i’ll buy you chipotle on the way home mama i’m sorry”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

the good stuff, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Too many people called it love when really all they wanted was a socially acceptable reason to have mediocre sex. Or someone to emotionally coddle them. Min Yoongi wanted neither. He knew where to get the good stuff and he didn't do coddling - mostly because he didn't want to admit his own emotions.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, fingering, handjob, choking); porn with emotions nobody's surprised; Yoongi's POV

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“I’ve been fucked up in the head.”

Skin tingling, nerves firing, blood on fire.

All he could muster up was a breathless, “What?”

Heavy breath, hair a mess, looking up, and that energy in her eyes gleaming, shimmering, alive. He could still feel it coursing through his veins. The shadow of her touch in him, his body radiant from dark divinity, coming down but still so high.

She tapped the side of her skull with two fingers, flitting pink tongue dancing at the edge of her smirk. “My brain. I got all messed up because someone said something that really bothered me and I just… hah…” A sigh like smoke. “Needed to feel like me again.”

He blinked slowly, fascinated by the articulation after the roughness.

She ticked her chin at him. Licked the air between the lips of a wicked smile.

“You do that for me, Yoongi.”

Min Yoongi wanted to say, you do that for me too, but then the past ten minutes replayed in his head and he realized he wasn’t so sure if he was himself or playing a part, perhaps simply a puppet hopelessly swept up in her insane sexual energy.

He stared at her naked body below him, electrified.

He liked sex. That was a given. He had determined, however, that sex was nothing more than a quick high, and then there was that disconcerting eternal struggle of how to define the indefinable. The word love popping up all of a sudden, just because sex was involved. Confronting him with the decision between keep going or stop, and stop just seemed so much more appealing. Once love became the label, then came the emotional coddling. Yoongi found he wasn’t good at it, mostly because he didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to emotionally coddle anyone, thus leading his relations to be nonexistent or surface-level. Sex was just a means to an end. Two people chasing the same fleeting feeling, seconds of a high that faded away quickly. A tiring process that led to a mediocre result.

Unless you could find the good stuff, of course.

Yoongi knew where to find the good stuff.

It had been a while.

And then they had run into each other, by chance. Him and the good stuff. It had startled him, because he hadn’t expected to see her stepping out of the train station during his nightly walk home. Enough time had elapsed that he wasn’t sure if he had dreamed up those nights tangled up in bed with burning arousal between bodies. He had almost hesitated to say anything. There seemed to be an invisible weight threatening to bow her frame. Lowered shoulders and unapproachable air, even in those heeled, thigh-high, black leather boots and fluffy black coat. Yoongi had noticed people eyeing her solitude, getting ready to chime in with their stupid opinion, but they quickly shut the fuck up the second they glanced into those piercing eyes.

Then those eyes noticed him.

He remembered the sex.

Remembered the way her intensity bled into him, invigorated him, ignited everything.

Honestly, the orgasms were just one small detail of many that painted those colorful nights.

She spoke first.

He never thought of himself as a repeat offender, but he allowed himself to be wrong sometimes.

How could he not, seeing that sly smile paired with that sudden suggestion?

Which how he found himself gasping for breath in the semi-darkness, her bare shoulder blades hitting the wall of his apartment with finality. Two fingers deep, all the way to his knuckles. Clothes all over the floor. Heat rising, skin tingling with kisses. Wet, slick, strong, both her tongue thrusting into his mouth and the walls closing in around his fingers. Her sweet exhale drifted into his mouth. Ten minutes before the true conversation, Yoongi was ensnared in the body talk.

Sex was just a quick high.

A whole lot of work for a whole lot of nothing.

Except when you had the good stuff.

Then it felt like this.

Her hand had slid along his back. Down to his waist, graceful fingers fanning out, pulling him closer. Barely enough time to take a breath. Skin to skin. All of a sudden, raw passion blooming in the shadows of their bodies. He looked down. Perky tits, delectable curve of waist to hip, lush thighs pressed to the back of his hand and then they opened, exposing those pussy lips stuffed with his glistening fingers pumping in and out, in and out, his long hair over her shaking breath and wicked smile.

She pushed his head down.

He snaked his tongue around her jutting nipple, tasting sweet musk and inhaling the smoke of her perfume. Licking, sucking, flicking, one and then the other, matching the pace of his hand, building up speed and power.

Yoongi was good with his mouth and he was good with his hands.

She knew that, but he had no problem demonstrating again.

There wasn’t enough air for words. Not between her low, lustful moans, not with his mouth occupied, and with his skin on fire, craving touch. One hand in his hair and the other tracing his shoulder. Her fingertips drew invisible patterns and left burning arousal in their wake, hotter and higher, her hips rocking into his hand, fuck, so deep, so wet, so strong, her intensity bleeding into the calm countenance that he kept up to maintain composure, and suddenly the question was… for what?

Her fingers slid down the nape of his neck.

Nails digging into his spine, crescents of desire along his vertebrate.

Why do I need to maintain composure?

Fingertips sliding down his collarbone.

He sucked harder, flexing tongue against hard nipple, one of his hands against the wall, the other between her legs, the rest of his body seared with lust as her hand travelled down, down, to taut skin and throbbing hardness, and he thought to himself, who am I being calm for?

His eyes darted up.

She was looking down.

Agile tongue between teeth as she gripped his cock and began to pump it in time of his thrusts. The right amount of tightness. Precise positioning, stimulating the head against the side of her palm as she went up and down.

She wanted to watch as his body ignited under her persistent touch.

Staring into eyes that gleamed with shimmering energy, and Yoongi asked himself again, why the fuck am I holding back, and suddenly he stopped doing just that, simply didn’t care and let himself feel everything, overwhelming and layered sensations piling one after another, the musky taste on his tongue, the acidic fire in his veins, the visceral feeling of her viscous juices clinging to his fingers, adding another and plunging in, filling up that tight wet hole, fuck, how he wanted his cock in that pussy, their hips following the same rhythm, the lower half of his body radiating with pleasure, and he kissed up the curve of her breast, her trembling throat under his shaking lips, and then he put her face in the shadow of his long black hair.

Yoongi didn’t say anything.

He lifted his hand off the wall and clamped it around her neck, fingers pressing into the sides, tightening his hold, watching her lashes flutter and her head tip back, her wanton moan stinging his ceiling, driving her hips down into his fingers, thundering pulse around them as she came. He saw the gratification ripple across her torso, felt it throb against his fingers clenched within shivering walls dripping sex, her back arching, body creating perfect lines to grace his vision.

This high just kept going and going.

Her hand was still stroking his cock. Leisurely but with strength, and suddenly he was reminded of the unbearable heat pooling at his core, hot and relentless. His hand shot off her neck, swallowing a gasp at the same time she did, watching her surface from the euphoric haze for only a moment before he shoved her head down, backing up a step as her knees hit the ground, immediately replacing her missing hand with his own, pumping hard and fast and already there.

Her hands gripping his tense thighs.

Closer.

Her mouth opened.

Dark, wet, glistening.

He shoved his cock down her throat and groaned. So tight, so soft, so ready, twisting his fingers into her hair while the tremors ransacked his lower half. Thick streams flooding her mouth, tingling sensitivity sparking as she swallowed around him, his eyes rolling back as the pleasure hit new heights from her tongue circling, circling, licking along his length and curling around the throbbing, swollen head.

It was so fast and yet every second counted.

Every detail meaningful, painting the night into his memory.

Surreal.

Yoongi used to think sex was only a quick high. Only two people chasing a fleeting feeling. Calling it love so they could continue the socially acceptable way of getting high. He didn’t want to call something like that love. It seemed flimsy and cheap. All that to get a fuck? He could get a fuck without calling it love.

He didn’t want to emotionally coddle anyone.

He barely had a hold on his own emotions.

She popped her mouth off him after the shudders subsided. Kneeled at his feet, and yet he was the one who felt below when her head raised. Those piercing eyes under tangled hair met his, smirk in her lips as she admitted that she had been fucked up in the head.

His chest rattled, struggling to supply enough oxygen to his burning muscles and lightheaded mind.

Yoongi kept telling himself he didn’t understand this feeling.

“What… What did they say to you?” he panted.

She was breathing hard too, annoyance flashing over her beautiful features.

“Said I was nothing without sex.”

His whole body hummed, shot nerves teeming with ravenous lust.

“The fuck?” he heard himself hiss.

She clicked her tongue, one hand on her leg. Not bothering to close them. Traces of her juices caught the low light, highlighting her puffy pussy lips and the flexed muscles of her inner thighs.

“That’s why I’ve kinda been avoiding you. Stopped having sex for about a month. Did other shit I wanted to do. And so what? So fuckin’ stupid,” she muttered, rubbing her other thumb against her lower lip, the hand on her knee clenching to a fist. She wasn’t looking at him, but away from him, out the window. “All that for what? If I need it, I need it. If I want it, I’ll get it. I’m tired of pretending I don’t want what I need just to look human in someone else’s eyes.”

Her eyes flickered back, dark and intense.

“I feel a lot better indulging in you,” she said.

A slow smirk.

“The best in a while, actually.”

Yoongi was still in the midst of remembering his hand tightening around her neck and her orgasm around his fingers, arousal continuing to burn deep inside, staring at this image in front of his eyes and wondering why he still thought sex was only a quick high.

It could be a quick high.

Or it could be the good stuff.

Electricity the moment their eyes connected and intentions ignited. Privacy in what only they knew, in what they felt, in their real, bare selves in front of each other, and now his heart was racing fast, breathless, realizing the orgasm was over but the high was still there.

“I thought you were always strong,” Yoongi murmured to her kneeling form. “Didn’t think someone could bother you like that.”

“Strong?”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“Strength is knowing you have weaknesses. Foolishness is pretending you don’t have any,” she chuckled, standing up. Rolled her neck, cracking it with a pop. “Ow. See, out of practice.”

Her eyes drifted back to him, devious glint, and Yoongi looked back, pounding heartbeat in his ears, undefinable emotions turbulent behind his calm composure.

“Can’t say I’ve enjoyed being avoided,” he admitted.

Her eyes shifted. Softer. “I was hoping you might understand.”

He understood that he too would have been peeved and done the same thing she did. “I don’t hold it against you. Just saying I don’t really like fucking other people anymore.”

She frowned, looking empathetic. “Damn, that many disappointments in a row?”

He stared into her eyes.

No, that wasn’t it.

“I don’t really feel anything with other people.”

He wondered if her heart raced as fast as his did. If her nerves prickled with pins and needles after every orgasm with him, and if she wished she could feel it again like he did. If the high seemed to keep going even though they were face to face now, giving voice to the vulnerable. But this felt… different. Admission without weight. The truth out there, hanging between them, and it didn’t feel oppressive, yet it was still binding.

How strange.

She ticked her head, gazing at him under lowered lashes. Mischievous smile included.

The good stuff.

“You know, I’d have to say I feel the same about you.”

Her fingers trailed along his hip, pulling him closer once more.

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[toychest321]

L.U.V. Dolls - Initial thoughts

(Special thanks to @dollsinvogue for notifying me about these and clarifying their names! And credit to youloveit.com for most of the info I'll be going over)

For anyone not in the know, the creators of Glo Up Girls are releasing a new doll line named L.U.V. (Limitless, Unique, Vibrant) Dolls, coming May 1, 2024

The most notable aspect of this release is the fact that the dolls' outfits were displayed at New York Fashion Week!

To add onto the line's central high fashion aesthetic, the dolls' boxes (from what we've seen) are made to resemble magazine covers

Already I'm giving them major props for such a bold choice in marketing!

I also admire how while the brand has a clear theme (with bold prints and ruffles in particular being a running motif throughout designs), most of the characters have styles that speak well to their individual personalities! It makes me want the line to succeed so we can see the second outfits in doll form as well, and speaking of which...

The first design we have is for the character Harper. I absolutely ADORE both of her looks here, I'm guessing she'll have a very soft and sweet personality between the use of light colors, lace, and puffed sleeves! I'm also detecting some slight 1950s inspo with the a-line silhouettes, sinched waists, polka dots, and large collar! I also really hope the dolls come with the purses shown! Easily an 8/10 design here.

This character Londynn's designs are probably my second favorite, and another good example of consistent characterization! The hot pink pops without distracting from the bold prints on display, and the use of colors like black, brown, white, and beige tie them all together! I'm also wondering if this character might be an adventuring type between the animal motifs (fur on the first coat and a pale pink zebra print on the second jacket) and knee-high tan boots. While the doll's style doesn't look to be exactly for me, I appreciate the thought put behind it! Also I'm giving a bonus point for giving the doll textured hair as well, 7.5/10.

In third we have Brooke, and I find I'm somewhat conflicted with these designs? Both of these respective designs are fairly well-executed imo, but I'm not sure they give off the same character. The left honestly kinda reminds me of Karma Nichols but slightly edgier with the sleek material and black accents. The right, meanwhile, gives me girlboss vibes. I will give it that they were able to make a professional look without being too boring (side-eyeing Barbie Style rn), by adding the ruffles at the jacket and pants for a unique silhouette. Maybe the inconsistency in style is for a day-to-night look? Honestly the only thing I'd change are the puffed sleeves on the first designs. Overall I'd say this is a solid 7/10.

And lastly we have Autumn's looks, and honestly? I kinda hate it. The first look is decent, but sorta comes across as too similar to the first two's outfits between the pale tones and the pink? That second look though is atrocious. The skirt looks like a puffer jacket and doesn't match at all with the pattern, and asymmetrical sleeves have always been a pet peeve of mine. It's a Barbie Extra look, in a bad way. 5.5/10

Despite my negative thoughts towards the end, I have high hopes for this line! With Rainbow High abandoning its High Fashion aesthetic for an uglier child-friendly sparkle rainbow slime vibe, I feel like these dolls could take up the hole it's leaving behind if they play their cards right!

I look forward to what this line has to bring!

[slowdownurdoingfine]

Okay sooo I’ve got a Joel Miller fic on the back burner… but before I post I wanna get a feeler for how people would feel about it!!

So it switches through time periods (and bonus joel pov!), and the reader is a really famous country music star. By the time the outbreak hits shes kinda faded into obscurity (or that stage where famous musicians stay in pop culture but people don’t really listen to their music)… and essentially, and don’t cringe, reader and Joel happen to be going on the same journey to Jackson, Wyoming. And it’ll mostly be Jackson!Joel…. But I don’t wanna spoil anything so i won’t say anything more.

I will, though, give a snippet. (! PLEASE NOTE AND IDK WHY I DID THIS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS: Belle is the stage name to the reader, and in the flashbacks I use 3rd pov (she blah blah) and in the present I use first pov (you blah blah) anyways. Be mean or judgemental but here’s u gooo

—

Fucking.

Taylor Swift.

Of fucking course.

She had a few years on her but still, fucking Taylor Swift? Picking her nails and brushing her blown-up hair out of her face, the swing of the guitar hits her ears almost too hard. It was overwhelming.

“Belle?” Her manager sitting next to her pushes through his lips quickly, forceful and strained.

She turns to him and his lips prick slightly, a slap in the wrist reminding her to maintain her facial expressions. Soft, but full of joy. Youthful and light. His words circled her thoughts spinning so fast it almost made her dizzy. Her hands fumble to pick the chain around her neck, gold and dainty, clearing her mind almost like a breath of fresh air.

The dust in her lungs makes her cough in only the way Nashville can in June. She has to turn her head away from the performance from the artist section, which allows much too of a close-up look.

“Billy, I need to step out.” It comes out before it even hits her head, drawl thick in her throat. She can see the question rising in his eyes, after years of working with him she just knows, but chooses to ignore it. Boots scuffing the ground she passes her way through the hot metal bars and serious stagehands to the freedom that comes with the smoking area. She lights her cigarette and pulls up her phone.

June 7th, 2013

She decided to never perform at another Country Music Festival at that very moment.

—

September 26th, 2013

The worst part of realizing you're no longer who you used to be, is when others begin to realize it too.

The pen rocks back and forth in her hand, trying to make sense of the line. She’s sitting in a limo outside a recording studio in Washington, DC where she created her first album. A country wonder, the sweetest voice with the most soul crushing lyrics. Her soft twang and breathy voice made the studio love her even more. It used to flow for her, it used to click. Now she can’t write a genuine line to save her career. Which evidently, is failing.

She slaps the notebook close, eyes turning up towards Billy who's on his phone pretending not to wait for her to give him something new.

“Nothing new, honestly Bill. My brain is just mushed up.” She hates it, but he shows no signs of mirroring that feeling. He just nods quickly, his sharp suit a little too tight around his wrists, clicking off his phone. He does notice though that, though. She does too.

“I didn’t have time to buy a new one.” He chirps out unbuttoning his pressed black blazer shifting uncomfortably in his seat, choosing to not push her for a moment. It makes her laugh, partially out of relief for the way her manager is still her closest friend.

“You’ve just been drinkin’ too much beer.” She starts, ringing her hands down her designer dress from two seasons ago.

“I’ve been eatin’ too much crab. It’s Baltimore, with the old bay.” He says then looks at her. It takes her back to when they both could afford to support their lives. They both just laugh.

She hated this, and when she was younger and more fresh eyed she would blaze a damn trail if this was presented to her. An impromptu performance at the White House with the president to uplift whatever political statement needed pushing - something to catch headlines, erase any world news. When she started off, and even to a degree still now, nothing else mattered but her music. That’s what got her here in the first place, outspoken to a point where she was even blacklisted from the most prestigious award shows after the release of her second album. But now in her early 30’s it's seemed as though the world had moved on. People didn’t seem to care about what she had to say, they just wanted to hear blank statements that meant nothing to be able to avoid the world around them. Or maybe, she was bitter. They had something she didn’t, something she over the past 10 years had given up for her career. Motivation, joy, or simply put; a life. She had made a bad decision, ran out of money, and signed her likelihood away to some big-name big-shot office. Nothing was hers anymore, not truly. So here she was: on the way to something her 25 year old self would not only despise, but reverently hate.

The limo ride there was alright, bit too bumpy and made it hard for her to gulp down the fizzy lukewarm bottle of champagne in the back of the limo. With the aid of bubbles allowing her to actually move her body and try to block this memory out she’s out of the car, shaking hands and greeting politicians in a breeze. So fast that by the time she stepped on stage to perform the national anthem she didn’t even remember how exactly she had got up there. The first few notes swell in her ears, she takes a deep breath ready to do what she does best, put on a show, cringing when the first few notes hit the air. Men standing close by her, sharp suits with walkie-talkies blasting loud enough to take over the whole room suddenly swarmed surrounding the president. Talking with urgency. Her eyes turned to meet Billy’s blue ones in the crowd, a question of should I stop? in them… before it all happened. It all unfolded right in front of her eyes too quickly to comprehend.

Damn her delayed flight or fight skills, she musta softened along the way on one of her worldwide tours. Soon she was being ripped away from the microphone, the band, the stage, Billy, and in a flurry of secret service she was crowded to an elevator which went down….

Down…

Down…

Down…

All the way to the bottom.

—

October 12th, 2023

Fuck.

I’m hungry.

You hated Iowa. You also hated how your map crumbles in your hands. You used to have a book with pages on pages of maps hidden cleverly within your brown backpack. That was before, when there was hope for everyone. This is the present. Hope is a laughable feeling. As the leaves crunch under your heavy boot a dilapidated highway sign peaks your interest. Maps Of The World. Maybe there is hope, afterall. Funny. Ducking back into the trees along the side of the road you make a note to turn at the next exit.

The store is dusty and rummaged through, obviously. That fact doesn’t stop the cough that enters your lungs as soon as you shove the door open. Fanning the particle filled air in front of your face, quick eyes land on a shelf of US maps which remain mostly untouched. Score. Walking over on the balls of your feet, your eyes crinkle when you step on a newspaper covered slab on the floor. Stopping for a moment, then ducking down to your knees and pushing your rifle out of the way, you look at the spot. It sounds almost hollow, like a travelingers hiding spot. You consider for a moment, then look towards the door like a person is about to walk through. You wait a long moment out of pure precaution. Then fan the newspaper away and grab your knife out of your boot, sliding the blade between the board and twisting up. To your surprise it gives and reveals a compartment. You just can’t believe your luck. Almost greedily you push the tile away and stare in awe. A pack of bullets. A handgun. Some beef jerky. It almost makes you cry. Zipping your bag you swipe the bullets and the jerky. Debating for a moment if to take the gun you hear light voices outside. Few minutes away, tops.

Quickly and as quietly as you can you slide the board and the newspaper back, zipping up your bag and hauling ass to your feet to grab a map and leave. Guess the owner was coming back to re-up, no way someone random would wind up there. Well, other than you. The two voices get louder as you hear the feet stop and a gun load. The door being open is a bad omen, you suppose. You slip out the back window which luckily leads into a dense forest, and you dash into the lush green trees finding refuge behind a patch of large grown out boulders and greens.

The logical part of your brain is screaming for you to run but the human part is telling you to stay and manically watch the havoc you caused unfold. Plus, it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.

“Godamnit!” You hear a man shout, voice laced with a thick accent. Texan, you’d recognize your home state anywhere.

“At least they left the gun.” A younger voice calls out. From the large windows you can see them. A young girl, no older than 14 with a maroon jacket and beat up converse, Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, backpack with keychains swinging. Behind her an older man comes up, beard patchy with salt-and-pepper hair, guff and hardened. You can’t look away from him, eyes glued onto his flannel and matching rifle with yours. He turns and you swear he sees you but then his eyes keep moving. Checking the area seemingly unconsciously and you can tell he's danger. Something you would write about in your songs. You let that thought wash over you as he turns and are met with his broad back. You should probably leave. Knees cracking you stand and continue the long journey to Jackson, Wyoming.

In another life, mystery muse.

—

K BYE

[spectralscathath]

May you explain the thought process behind all of Scorpion Faunus RWBY AU designs if you please?

Absolutely, buckle in. I'm a bit of a chatterbox, so I hope you don't mind long responses.

Let's start with Miss Scorpion Faunus herself. Now, Ruby has two versions of her design, one with her hood and one without, so I'm gonna pop them both beside each other just to contrast them.

Starting with Ruby's Vale/Beacon outfit, originally I hadn't changed it all that much from her original look, but then looking at it beside her other designs it looked a bit dull, so I revamped her to have a white top under the corset-vest and what my friend dubbed 'Miku Sleeves'. I'm honestly a lot happier with how it turned out.

Breaking it down, my main focus was to try and bring in some extra red into Ruby's look. I've always felt that without her cloak, her first look was really plain, with all the red on her dress being dark and her tights being black meaning she didn't have much of her colour. I made her tights redder and changed her corset design to be more similar to her later look, with a long stripe of central red, and some brighter accents all around.

Her white sleeves and the collar decoration are tied off with darker red, and I mostly kept them because they looked both cute and kinda fairytale-ish, but the main thing I wanted to do with this design was bring in the star theme that I want Ruby to have. The scorpio constellation decorated the sides of her corset, the two buttons on her white vest are star shapes, and her cloak has a small clasp that has another star on it. I axed the crosses she had in her show look, no hate to Qrow but I just never liked them on Ruby, and overall I think she looks cute.

I really like her Mistral look here. First major change is that her top is now a light grey instead of white. This will start a trend. Second major change is obvious, while in Vale Ruby is devoted to hiding her tail under her skirt, in Mistral she starts to wear it out a little more. Thirdly, I liked the idea from her show concept of battle damage, with the ragged cloak and the nicks on her red tights.

The main idea with Ruby's Mistral outfit here is that it carries elements of the people who were lost or impacted in the Fall of Beacon. The black neckpiece is taken from a cute piece of concept art and also references Penny, similar to the slits on her skirt. The trim at the top of her boots slightly references Nora's shoe style, and the puffier sleeves with a black cuff is a clear reference to Yang's own Beacon outfit. She also has changed her emblem to sit on her cloak, which is how Summer wears it in Antares as well.

Her hair's a bit messier, a little longer, and finally we can properly see that she has Tyrian's nose, which is one of my fav dumb details because it helps me slightly avoid same face syndrome (my enemy). There's a few extra belts, because belts on kickass goth boots Do Not Count as unnecessary, they're part of the style, and her gloves are way thicker and a bit more practical. I was able to bring in a darker red into this outfit, which ends up helping break up the black and red in a nice way without being too out of her colour scheme.

And yes: she has two star clasps on her neckpiece and the scorpio constellation on her skirt. Little star girl, falling fast.

The Atlas outfit is where we start getting the signs of story progression beyond just Ruby's outfit. Her tail is thicker due to a moult she undergoes in Mistral, her face is scarred from SpoilerSpoilerSpoiler, and her hair is beginning to turn silver-white due to overusing her silver eyes. It also has a little braid in it (can't be a scorpion faunus without braids), and has gotten to its most fluffi and messy it'll be here.

The big goals with this outfit were two-fold: make it look warm, and reference Tyrian (though in-universe it's subconscious on Ruby's part). The skirt has been officially switched out for a set of overalls, the belts on her waist are an exact replica of Tyrian's in Ruby's palette (she starts wrapping her tail around her waist as a fake belt, similar to him), and I snagged the undershirt and cuffs from her Mistral outfit and made it a darker grey again from her Mistral outfit. Her cloak has also become even more tattered, I wasn't a fan of her getting a new cloak in Atlas.

The other main things in this outfit that are different is the addition of the metal caps on her boots, which helps keep the silver travelling through Ruby's outfit as she becomes more in-tune with her SEW heritage. The scorpio constellation is again on her cuffs, she has some dark red gloves to stay warm, and while she has three stars on her overalls, between the belts, the star pattern is mainly on her shawl.

Speaking of the shawl, it's fur lined to bring in a little bit of white, and once again, a reference to Tyrian's overcoat. It is also where her emblem is now located, on the back, as at this point Ruby's having some struggles with the concept of 'identity', poor thing.

I'm a little biased but I still think her Vacuo look is my personal favourite out of these four. The hood is gone entirely, replaced by what I happen to think is an Adorable Poncho, and there is also the matter of the eyepatch. Due to SpoilerSpoilerSpoiler. But it has her emblem on it, very very faintly.

The rest of the Vacuo outfit is almost a reference to her Vale outfit more than anything else. We've nixed the darker red for a simpler colour palette, and her hair is messily cut short again, and a lot more silver. She still has a slight reference to Tyrian in the collar style of her undershirt, which is the darkest grey that she gets. She has cute lil lace edges on the sleeves tho.

The tights have also officially switched from red to grey, and while we haven't returned to the skirt, instead going for shorts-overalls, she does have a little overskirt patterned with scars that keeps her tail warm during the cold desert nights. The elbow cover adds a little funky assymmetry, very important in a rwby design, and the keen-eyed will notice the big departure in this from the other designs, the lack of bullets on her belt. It'll all make sense in context.

Finally, we've moved the scorpio constellation to her boots, nixed the goth belt on said boots, and kept the metal toecap from her Atlas outfit. Honestly there's not as much to say about this outfit, it's a bit simpler than the others, and there's less red in order to balance out Poncho Era, but I just think it's real cute, she's real precious.

Onto Weiss!!

Weiss was, no joke, a goddamn headache and a half. I find it really hard to understand her exact 'style' of fashion. But here she is and I'm happy with her anyway. The first main things that one might notice is that she has a much larger scar then the thin one from the show. That would be because A. Scars are Cool, and B. her scar is from blunt force trauma over her orbital socket, and the cut is from the skin splitting right over the bone. Which is supposedly what happened in the show but whatever. Bigger Cooler Scar.

The other main things are thricefold: she has the beauty mark from her original concept, she has freckles all over if you look close, a really pointy nose to look down on people with, and she has the Snow White 'lips red as blood'. If anyone would wear lipstick into battle its Weiss.

Her Vale outfit honestly isn't that different from her show look because it was overall solid if very bright. Mostly I just added extra details to make her look richer, such as all the little metal diamonds on her dress and sleeves, and decorating her boots and dress, and adjusted the colouring a bit so it wasn't all Bright White (see also: the black heels on her boots and the black sash, just to break up the colours). I did change up some of her accessories, like making her apple necklace have a red jewel, adding a cute choker, black diamond earrings, and red nail polish.

The other main thing was her hair. I decided to borrow the idea from the amazing AZRE au that Weiss started with her ponytail being straight instead of assymetrical, to show how she's still under Jacques's control, and I'll be entirely honest I kinda stole her headpiece from Amity's grown-up look in Owl House because it looked real cute and princessy. Her emblem is also located on the back of her bolero, and you don't see it in any of these designs, but its canon now that the underside of her boots, like the sole part, is red.

I based her Mistral Look mostly off her Snowpea look, except instead of making it a whole dress I decided to make it a jacket she wore over a dress. The dress is probably more like her Mistral outfit, you can see a bit of it peeking out, and I just adore the idea of Weiss wearing sweetheart bodices when she is flat as a board (I say this lovingly, and with respect). It's not visible here, but her dress is actually trimmed with sapphires that match her earrings, and the same with the gloves that you also can't see much of here but are very cute opera gloves. I try to keep Layers in mind when it comes to outfit design, usually.

The other big thing from Snowpea is that I gave her the thigh high boots, just to really look a bit different from the other outfits she has. She has a red scarf because I liked the idea in the show but not the execution, and I moved the idea of the white trim pattern of the scarf onto the black sash, just to help with breaking up the designs. Her jacket is designed to look vaguely business and vaguely military, since her Mistral arc has her very torn between her identities as Jacques's Heiress and being a Huntress like Winter.

I didn't mention it prior, but one thing I wanted to do for all the designs for the girls was to have some repeating elements throughout to tie all the designs together. Ruby has her stars, the belt, and the general boot design, Weiss has her jewellery, the triple diamond pattern seen on her skirt here, and transparent fabric, which is something that becomes more prominent across her designs as she grows into her own.

Also, we finally have the assymetrical ponytail, and the cute hairpiece from the show. She also has a slight change in her hairstyle from the show with the lil sidebangs, because if her hair was down I wanted it to reference the 'hime cut' a bit. And her emblems are on her shoulders here, just to add a lil extra spice to the jacket.

I truly do love Pixie Cut Weiss, I think it's still super feminine and cute and also she should have been the one to cut her hair, not Blake. I'll die on this hill. Anyway, Atlas look. I wanted to go full Magic Knight here, adding in pieces of armour (the shoulderpiece has her emblem), the transparent overskirt, the whole shebang.

Some of the major changes here is that Weiss's tights are darker, as in thicker material, and she has a similar thicker undershirt below her dress and jacket. Again, same with Ruby, I wanted to make a look that actually appeared warm, and I didn't want to go the route of the show where they made her look cluttered and also freezing and also just Not Good. I decided to keep the red gem accents, but instead of having them on a hairpiece they're meant to be on her bodice (again, thinking in layers), and her boots.

The other thing I really wanted with this was to have her both reference Winter, with the white jacket tucked into the black gloves, and be the most 'militaristic' of her outfits, what with the actual belt, and the epaulette. In Atlas, Weiss is almost a go-between with her team and the Atlas Military, after all her training with FANCI, the Ace Ops, and Winter, and has a lot of trust in them.

The scar on her neck is gonna make sense in the story. If anyone can figure out how it references Snow White, I'll give you an internet cookie.

We have reached Vacuo, and Weiss's Military Look is gone and her Rich Princess Look is toned down in favoour of what my friend dubbed 'punk ballerina'. Which is very fitting because this is the part of the story where Weiss takes the final step in a long journey towards anti-capitalism. In order to take out some of the princessy vibes, Weiss no longer has high boots, she instead has ankle boots that vaguely look like laceless converse, she has short fingerless gloves instead of something more operatic, and we've gotten rid of the jackets for a see-through top over a shoulderless look.

I think her dress here is pretty cute. I decided to do a sort of corset style that reminds me of the old-school disney princesses, and she still ahs a few metal diamonds scattered around, it's her thing. The observant may notice that all Weiss's buttons are diamond-shaped throughout her outfits, which was harder to detail then I first thought!

The skirt is meant to be more of a sundress style rather then something full of petticoats, and the red mesh under the dress was my way of trying to keep the pattern of 'red focused around Weiss's neck'. It also helps a bit with the more punkish look, which is aided by the pixie cut, which has grown out slightly. The white stockings are also just there as something of a sun/sand protection, and also because I wanted to really bring the colour back hard for Vacuo.

To Blake!

Observant people might notice that Blake has melanin here. I would be disqualified from Certain Redesign Contests for such a deviation from canon. What a shame.

But anyway, most of the Beacon looks really were solid outfits, as seen by how they're the ones that get press in everything rwby does outside of rwby 90% of the time. I honestly didn't have to change much. Mainly just doing a few small tweaks here and there. I changed her shorts to lose the excess zippers and added one of those like useless button straps that don't actually do anything but look cute, and here we see that I made all of Blake's buttons look like lil moons. Just for flair.

I gave her a purple belt and changed the tone of the purple in general, since I prefer Blake with bluer purples/indigos to Yang's more lilac purple when it shows up. She has the purple soles, but not heels, one thing I wanted to do with all these designs was make sure that the shoes could all look similar but different, give them all something specific to them.

The other big thing I did was I took her glove away and replaced it with two shorter gloves, one of which has her emblem rather than it being on her leggings, and the other of which has fishnets on it, because Blake Shops At Hot Topic and Listens to Evanescence you cannot tell me otherwise. The little white straps on her top were just, again, a bit of visual flair, and a way to keep some white travelling through her design without making her upper arms empty with nothing to look at.

Also you can't see it at this angle but she has a crescent moon nose piercing throughout all of her looks, even in Beacon, and she has black nail polish. I like to think she, Weiss, and Yang all did manicure sessions together in Beacon.

Her Mistral look is already a departure from canon, though I kept the thigh high boots and the idea for the cutouts on her top, even if I made her crop top white. You can't see it here that well because Blake is also wearing a sleeveless croptop jacket over a sleeveless croptop. It's fashion.

I gave her the glove from her show Beacon design here instead, for the assymmetry, and she has a bandanna tied around her right bicep with a moon pattern to kind of mirror the metal band on the glove. The big thing I wanted was to put her in a low ponytail, because that meant I could keep her bow motif while still showing off her ears. When she wants to cover them she has a beanie, because beanies are cute.

The zip for her zipper is, again, a crsecent moon, and she has a moon phases pattern along the tops of her boots. I gave her kneepads because Mistral Blake is ready to scrap and it matched with the metal band on the glove, and popped her emblem on her hoodie in a similar way to her vol2 outfit. Also similar to her vol2 outfit, I added those adidas tracksuit lines but in purple on her trousers. I liked this one a lot. It had the stuff I liked from the show Mistral one but without completely drowning her in not her colours.

This one gave me trouble, I went through so many sketches before I decided on this, but I think I'm happy with it overall. As a lil sneaky on this I made her jacket clasps the Bi Double Moon, which can also be seen on the metal tops of her boots. I had a sort of idea for stripes for her pattern here, just to look cohesive and also distinctive. She has the white to black gradient on her trousers, which are meant to be thicker and warmer. I wanted to always make sure she had white on her upper legs, just for the follow-through.

The bow for her ponytail is also white here in Atlas, and it's not on this look but she has a new beanie with white trim and one of those fluffy pom-pom thingies. The belt has her moon phases design that I introduced in the Mistral design, and her jacket was just me playing around until I had something I liked that kept her colour and had just the slightest hint of a suit jacket or waistcoat or something, in the shape and the white cuffs, mostly.

Her emblem is on a neckerchief that she can pull up over her nose to stay warm, and she's gotten two silver piercings in her right ear as a homage to her mom's gold piercings. Also, the notch in her left ear? She gets it from a fight, but she also comes out winning, and if anyone can guess why 'A V-shaped Notch' and where I got the reference from, another internet cookie and also my apologies, possibly.

I love Blake's Vacuo design, I shouldn't be biased but I am and I love it. I wanted her to have pirate boots, where I moved her bows to because she's dropped the ponytail, but my biggest wish for this look was 'that goth bitch at a rock concert who's about to scrap'. Everyone is punk in Vacuo, apparently.

She's wearing torn fishnets in the desert because she's hardcore like that, I gave her assymetrical gloves, one of which has like, a studded band purely for the 'about to dropkick someone in the moshpit' look, and a single-shoulder croptop that has her moon phases pattern. The more I look at her top the more I realise I may have been thinking of Amethyst from Steven Universe but Amethyst's designs all rocked so that's not a bad thing.

She still has the double bi moon on her pirate boots, right at the end of the bits that flop over (I don't know terminology), and finally she has her emblem on her legs, on her high-waisted shorts that are based off a pair I had as a teenager but in black.

And the jacket. Yes. Okay, I know: holographic fabric in the desert? Well the desert can be cold at night so she'll be warm then and also: she can blind her enemies with it. I just really like the shape and style of it, and I think it really distincts from her other looks. It was also really fun to draw, and I'm allowed to keep one darling alive as a present to myself.

Onto the fourth and final teammate, Yang!

Well first of all, her new Vale look is pretty much just 60% of vol2 outfit with a few minor tweaks. i turned the black miniskirt under the cream miniskirt into a pair of short-shorts because she deserves it, I took her emblem off the sparkly purple sash so she could keep it on her stockings.

The top is a mix of her original outfit in her new colour scheme of black, white, cream, and yellow, but I changed up her sleeves to be white for the poofy-fairytale-goldilocks appearance. I also turned all her buttons into rectangular clasps, and made the croptop under her jacket purple, to really bring the colour through the outfit. She and Blake are really close in Beacon, so having more purple in Yang's outfit, the bows on her boots, and the matching black scarfs was a fun way to show that for her.

One may also not that Yang's now got a bit of an updo going on. I wanted to incorporate just a few more Chinese influences into her design, though I will admit it is heavily stylised, and not very obvious in her Vale look. I also gave her a tan, just to really help bring out the colour palette a bit. And she has lilac nail polish because goddamnit she's allowed to be girly AND tough I hate the erasure of Yang's femininity just because this fndm can't wrap their lil heads around a wlw relationship that's not butch/femme when Yang isn't even butch in the show.

Anger aside. Part of what I wanted with this look was to make it seem, well, a little impractical. More fashion and form over function. Her boots have four belts each that need to be individually done up, her sash reaches her knees, that sort of thing. She can still fight in it, obviously, but she's in the fight for the thrill of things, because she's cool and knows it, and isn't really choosing to think deeper.

Her Mistral Look is meant to be very, very different from her Beacon look. She's axed the miniskirt and belt boots completely, she's wiped almost all traces of purple from her design, and she's got no bows. Yang in Mistral is almost running from everything in Vale, and especially anything that reminds her of Blake. She's trying to be a lot more practical here, her boots zip on, her qipao-influenced dress is short, cut high over the thighs, and out of the way of any kicks she might do, the sash wraps around the top of her boot and that's all, her hair's up in a ponytail.

The short jacket is pretty much the half of her vol2 look that didn't make it into her Vale look, and her yellow crop top under the qipao has her emblem, deliberately obscured and covered up a bit for symbolism. She has a black liner for her prosthetic here, and takes it on and off when she wants to. She didn't just put it on and never remove it, like in the show, here it's a bit more of an adjustment for her. Not as much to say about this outfit, it's simple but effective.

Yang's in a much better headspace from about Atlas onwards. She's more willing to combine fashion and function, she's finally started incorporating cute patterns into her style, and she has the cute hair bun covers that are purple and sparkly and adorable! She really starts coming into her own in Atlas, and I wanted to show that by having her settle into her motifs of fire and bears, as shown by the fire design on her jacket and the bear patterns. She has a trio of ursa skulls on a patch on her super fluffy jacket, and a set of bear pawprints on the edge of her qipao.

The boots have belts, though they're mostly decorative and the boots are actually zip on, and her emblem is still a bit hidden on her thigh. She's incorporating a lot more gold metal onto her shoes, following through from her Mistral look, and has a little golden band she can use to tie off the sleeve of her jacket when she's not wearing her prosthetic. Under the jacket, I like to think the sleeves are short before it cuts off just above the end of her right arm, and transitions into a full black glove on her left arm. She's switched the liner out for a bright yellow one, and she's just happier here. Someone has to be the sunshine in this team.

Similar to Blake, and Ruby, and possibly Weiss once I can look at her designs again, Yang's Vacuo outfit is my favourite of the four. She's got her hair up in cute buns for the bear ear ref, she's got cute ribbons that aren't bows because she and Blake have sorted stuff after Beacon but they're not codependent, and she's still got the purple sparkly fabric as her socks.

The main thing for Vacuo was to try and bring back some of the biker babe aesthetic, which I mostly did with the denim shorts that have that specific white fray thingy. She's got gold caps on the knuckles of her glove too, just for some extra fun. The emblem on her boots matches the metal inset of a fire pattern, and I brought back the bear idea with a paw on her sleeve. Maybe she has the ursa skulls patch on the other arm, I'm not sure yet, I'll need to decide if I want symmetry or not.

I simplified her arm from her show look, by trimming the amount of yellow into a few clear plates to cover the main workings. I never was sure how she managed to spray it perfectly enough on the finger grooves to not get paint everywhere.

Her necklace has turned into a clasp at her throat now, jsut to prevent it swinging around in combat, and the qipao is now at its longest, but still cut high over the sides so it's not impeding her movement. The pattern at the bottom is a fire pattern I found that also looked vaguely watery, which I think made it perfect, since she's kind of mixing the two into her mindset at this point, she's doing the kung fu panda thing, she's seeking inner peace. And she's looking great while she does it, she has a better colour scheme here.

And that's all of them!! All I have to say. I think. Thank you so much for this question, Nonnie, it was fun. I hope the quality of the images is at least half-decent, my tumblr fucks them all so I'll never be sure

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Also PLEASE post about your oc! I'm trying to get up the courage to make one for hh x3

Finally! It's time! My most detailed oc that I've been working on for five years! (I am so nervous about sharing this)

Originally they were a self insert but grew to become their own character. (Which is why we have the same name. So I suppose they are both a self insert and an oc?)

I'm including bio, relationship with characters, and scene inserts

Hopefully this does not come off as cringe (I better get complements or I will cry)

Tw for death, murder, violence, bullying, obsession, stalking, mentioned kidnapping, shipping with alastor because why not, British people

Also tag me when you make yours!!!

@myroanokenightmare666 @frilledshark-enthusiast @astral--horrorshow you prommied

Bio:

Lorelai "Lore" Dagenhart

The token spooky weird goth character

Ghost Demon (based on an onryo)

She/They

AFAB Nonbinary

Biromantic Asexual

24

Autistic

Goth

British

From Birmingham

Chaotic neutral

Scorpio

Gen Z

Born October 31, 1999

Died October 31, 2023

Stabbed in the heart

Killed her old bullies (The four main ones; failed to kill the last one. Or did they?)

Was bullied severely (called names and slurs, beaten up, tripped, shoved, desk was graffitied, hair pulled and even cut, had liquids poured on her to trigger their sensory issues, rumors spread to the point not even the other goths wanted to hang out with her because they thought they sacrificed birds, locked in closets, etc.)

Failed to make friends

Tried to act "normal" for a while but because she had already been established as the weird kid it didn't work

Decided to commit to being weird

Loves being eccentric

Says weird, random, and ominous things

Likes scaring people; is good at it

Special interest is horror

Was a semi popular horror author

Drew their own covers

Has a cute style and a realistic monster style

Had good parents growing up

Parents owned a funeral home

Dad was a funeral director and mom was a mortician

Were similar to Morticia and Gomez

Speaks English and British Sign Language

Sister was deaf (her name was Faye)

Scared of bodies of water (especially running water)

Doesn't mind rain

Can still swim

Bright rooms give her sensory overload (puts on sunglasses to combat this)

Wears sound filtering earbuds

Rarely holds conversation

Either infodumps or barely contributes

Avoids eye contact

If they force herself to make eye contact, they will hold it for way too long

Only really makes eye contact when trying to intimidate someone

Struggles with social cues

Won't realize someone is upset unless they tell her

When that happens, they will simply sit and listen, which works well

Can recognize fear

Fluctuates between touch adverse, touch positive, and touch indifferent

Has a heart-shaped face, a small nose, pure white skin, long black hair parted in the middle that reaches the floor, big droopy eyes that are completely black, including the sclera, dark circles, black lips, and white fangs

Tall

6'5, 7'0 with her platforms

Very thin and bony

Wears a grey hoodie with a red x over their heart and heart shaped lock prints running down the sleeves, a pleated black skirt, black and white striped stockings, knee high lace up black 5 inch platform boots and a binder

Facial expression is usually neutral

Voice is also usually monotone

Has a haunting singing voice

Cold to the touch

The temperature in the room lowers when she gets upset (the more upset they are, the colder it gets; she is unaffected by this)

Can float

Can turn invisible

Has prehensile hair

Every time they cut it it grows back

Can't be styled either (will just return to its normal state)

Can store things inside of it

Easily sneaks up behind people

Just pops up randomly

Good at hiding

Can somehow fit into small spaces

Very flexible

Double jointed

Left handed

Anger is almost always silent; plots revenge

Very vengeful

Holds grudges

Has an amazing memory

Can think on her feet

Prefers routine

Can be very blunt

Not great at telling lies, tells half truths instead

Got A's and B's in school

Book smart, but not street smart

Had two black cats named Misery and Misfortune

Has befriended the crows by feeding them

The crows bring them little trinkets

Loves animals, especially the spooky ones (cats, rats, bats, owls, wolves, ravens, crows, snakes, spiders, moths, centipedes, as well as possums)

Favorite animal is bunnies

Favorite movie is The Ring

Favorite season is fall

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Full on cosplays for Halloween

Cosplays outside of Halloween as well

Loves candy and other sweets

Hates the taste of alcohol and coffee

Likes tea

Has taken edibles multiple times before

Often slams things without meaning to

Uses both slang and complicated vocabulary

Switches between using proper punctuation, capitalization, and spelling and ignoring it when posting as it's more chaotic

Tumblr shitposter

Made vines when it was still around

Can play the guitar (bass and electric) and piano

Doesn't quite know how to dance

Good at gardening

Offered to take care of the hotel's rose garden after seeing its neglected state

Is now the hotel gardener

Horrible at cooking

A literal hazard in the kitchen

Bad luck seems to follow them when she cooks

The food itself tastes either mediocre or terrible

Collects weird t-shirts

Humor is a mix of dark and surreal

Has a maniacal laugh

Stims by pacing, flapping hands, rocking, cracking neck (neg), and/or bouncing leg

Sleeps with arms crossed over their chest like a vampire (taught herself to do that as a kid and it became a habit)

Sleepwalks sometimes

Even creepier when they sleepwalk

Wanders around, stares at walls, crawls, says cryptic things, laughs

As a human she had brown hair that reached their back, pale skin, and occult blue eyes. She was 6'0, 6'5 with platforms. They wore a long black trenchcoat that reached the floor and a black T-shirt with a ghost on it. (The rest of her outfit was the same.)

Their full demon form has hollow black shadowy holes instead of eyes, a slit mouth that spans her entire face, long claws, and is 8 feet tall with long limbs and an echoing voice

Voice also echoes when being intense

Found the hotel shortly after arriving in hell. (Literally was just wandering around and stumbled upon it. They stopped to admire the little details, Vaggie noticed her through the window, Charlie went down to greet them, and the rest is history.)

Got a double degree in creative writing and digital art

Thinks she's pretty in a haunting way

Creative when it comes to insults and threats

Has an axe-shaped electric guitar and an axe-shaped bass guitar (literally Marceline's bass and Marshall's guitar)

VERY progressive

High Empathy

Music tastes consist of gothic rock, alt rock, punk rock, electric swing, and horror soundtracks

Parents introduced them to gothic rock and punk rock

Pirates movies

Thinks she is unlovable

Has trust issues

Assumes the worst in people

Despite this, you can win their trust by listening to her infodump

Never sits correctly

Feet on the couch, perching on the armrests or even back, crouching on the floor

Grew up agonistic

Dabbles in witchcraft (séances, tarot readings, tea leaf readings, and as a kid curses)

Always carries around a kitchen knife

Had a bobcut with bangs as a kid and wore the school uniform (white button up, black skirt, black tie) with black combat boots, black and white striped stockings, her black trenchcoat, and sharpie eyeliner

Used to explore abandoned places

Loyal to their friends

Cannot flirt or tell when someone is flirting with her to save their life

1920's outfit is a black below the knee dress with long cuffed sleeves, a grey sash, and a white collar with a white ribbon tied around it and small black heeled shoes with a strap.

Bedwear is a plain white short sleeved nightgown with her striped stockings

Never told their parents about being bullied because she didn't want them to worry

Told the teachers about being bullied but they ignored them, even when her parents got involved

Doesn't trust authority because of that

By the time they finally told her parents it was too late to do anything so they just had to push through until graduation

Killed her bullies because she couldn't live knowing they got away with what they did

Wore a ghostface costume to kill their bullies

Decided to name herself Lore because it "fits my new form"

Smells like freshly turned soil

Voice claim: Jamie from The Haunting of Bly Manor

Singing voice claim: Chibi from The Birthday Massacre/Ashley Serena/Emily Rohm

Relationships:

Alastor:

Best friends

He loves how weird she is

The only time he'll watch movies is with them

She likes showing him her favorite horror movies and infodumping afterwards

He likes spending time with her

Both have crushes on each other (He's uniromantic asexual; died at 29)

Lore assumes it's one-sided, thinking she's undateable

And Alastor loves them... Way too much

To the point of obsession

Drags her around everywhere

Definitely stalks them using his shadow

Watches her sleep

Will kidnap them eventually

Partly because he wants to keep her safe and partly because he wants them all to himself

Lore will be angry, scared, but also kinda into it (check feels unlovable)

Will probably try to make her become a cannibal like him, either by sneaking demon meat into their food, forcing her, or some other means

Charlie

One of their first friends

Sees that Lore is actually a kind person

Lore is not entirely sure her plan will work, but is supportive because that's what best friends do

Anyone who messes with her will face her wrath

Vaggie

One of their first friends

Accepts her weirdness as just who they are

Thinks each other are cool

Listen to goth music together sometimes

Has a bad feeling about Alastor's friendship with her

Angel

Creeped out by them

One of her main scaring targets

When he first met them he thought she was a ghost

Admires their chaoticness though

Will grow closer

In pain with her obliviousness with Al

Husk

Brushes them off as just a weird kid

A little worried about her friendship with Alastor

Nifty

Different flavors of weird

Forever confused about their gender

Hates when she tracks dirt in

Ships them and Alastor

Once wrote a fanfic about the two and showed her

It was smut

Lore enjoys her weird moments and finds her endearing

Sir Pentious

Scaring victim number two

Did not like him

Had not completely forgiven him for trying to betray them and kill them twice until he sacrificed himself

Katie Killjoy

Hates her

Reminds them of her old bullies

Slashed her tires after the interview

Tom Trench

Hates him because he's Katie's accomplice

Was the one that set him on fire (molotov cocktail)

Since Charlie was already taking care of Katie they went after him instead

Vox

At first did not understand why Alastor like her

Until he dug around online and realized "Ah... They're weird as shit nevermind."

Lore hates them because Alastor hates them

"My friends enemies are my enemies" type shit

Valentino

Hates him after Charlie told her what she saw at the studio

Had to hold themself back from fighting him after seeing him in the club

Lucifer

Always wanted to meet him

Still feels bad Charlie doesn't have a good relationship with him

Glad he's at least trying to fix it

Cherri Bomb

Lore brought weed gummies during their night out so she likes her

Rosie

Finds them charming

Endorses Alastor's obsession

Scene Inserts:

Pilot

Vaggie: It's all highlighted.

(Lore appears behind Vaggie, going from invisible to visible)

Lore: I think, you should scrap this, and just say Happy Hotel over and over again like a subliminal message.

Charlie: I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills!

Lore: She does improv?

Charlie: Well, there's my friend Lore.

(The camera pans to Lore. She hisses.)

(The camera pans back to Charlie, slightly weirded out.)

Charlie: And someone named... Angel Dust.

Tom: WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME

(Lore learns into the frame, holding a lighter and smirking)

(Silence after argument in limo.)

Lore: I set a man on fire.

(The three turn and stare at her.)

Alastor: What do you do my dear?

Lore: Fester.

Charlie: She's the gardener.

Alastor: My what an intriguing lady you are.

Lore: I'm not a lady I'm a creature.

Vaggie: They mean she's Nonbinary.

(Alastor raises his eyebrow.)

Vaggie: Like identifies outside the gender binary.

Alastor: Ah! How delightfully chaotic!

Alastor: And what can you do my effeminate fellow?

Angel: I can suck ya dick.

Alastor: Ha! No.

Episode 1

Alastor: Founded five days ago by Lucifer's naive daughter Charlotte Morningstar!

Alastor: Enjoy riveting conversation with one of our two (Lore emerges behind the couch) residents! Wow!

Angel: We're in Hell toots. That's kinda the end of the road, ain't it?

Lore: He's right. Death is the end of the road. One long, winding road.

Angel: Why?

Episode 2

Alastor: Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. Lore, care to accompany me?

Lore: I don't like people.

Alastor: Then you'll only have to interact with me! (Loops his arm around hers) Best of luck, chums!

(After Stayed Gone)

Lore: Why am I here?

Alastor: Moral support!

Charlie: So... This is the bar and the bartender. And here is the garden and the gardener!

Lore: The roses aren't ready to be cut yet. If I find that you cut any, I will cut your fucking hands off your pathetic little body.

Charlie: She's joking.

Lore: No I'm not.

Vaggie: This is going to be your whole day! (Claps)

Lore: My turn:

Hello,

my name is Lore

I like blood

And guts and gore

Charlie: That's enough-

Lore: Reality is fake

Someone's going to die

In the lake

Vaggie: I'm sorry what.

Lore: You heard me.

Episode 3

Vaggie: Wow, you are slimy.

Lore: Like a worm. But not a cute one.

Episode 4

Husk: She was the weird kid who was bullied no matter how hard they tried to fit in, so she decided to just own it and commit to the title. Also never orders alcohol. And Nifty-

(After Charlie leaves)

(Silence)

Lore: You watch us sleep?

Pentious: Oh, not you. Alastor already watches you sleep.

Lore: He what.

Episode 5

Charlie: And this is Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, and Lore, our guests!

Sir Pentious: Your Majesty!!!

Angel: Hey, you short king.

Lore: This is my childhood dream come true.

(After explaining Alastor's backstory)

Lore: Sick.

Episode 7

Vaggie: They can be killed.

Lore: Seriously I've been researching any weaknesses for months now.

Episode 8

Alastor: It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Always makes one sentimental, aye Niffty?

Niffty: I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!

Lore: You know it's funny. Hell is the only place I was actually able to make friends.

Alastor: Ahh, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed.

Niffty: I dub thee, king roach!

Alastor: Oh, to understand your twisted little mind. Hahaha....

(They all laugh.)

Lore: Never change Niffty. Hey, can I be the roach jester?

Alastor: Hmm. I'd rather rule alongside you.

(He grabs her hand and kisses it.)

Lore: Oh.

(Beginning of battle)

(Brandishes knives with hair)

Lore: Come and get me you fucking tar-and-feathered hypocritical bitches in a box! See how a ghost defends its haunt.

Vaggie: New coat of paint!

Lore: New flowers

Charlie, Vaggie, Lore, Husk: With a little sorcery

Husk: New lights across the marquee

PLEASE feel free to send me asks about them!!!

[imawkwardlysoc]

i found me a lover who could play the bass

Song- Pierre by Ryn Weaver

Paring- ron kerner x gn!reader

Warning(s)- Just some mentions of alcohol, no pronouns used

Wordcount- 1,285

Summary- Reader meets a pretty cute bassist.

“Come on, let’s go out,” Carol tried to drag me out of my seat.

“Can’t gotta study,” I told her.

“Study?” She waved her arms in the air exaggeratedly. “Y/N, we just finished midterms today.”

“And I have finals to study for already,” I groaned. “Also, if I want to make summa or magna, I need to get my shit together.”

“Y/N, hun,” she cupped my face. “You will, you just gotta take a break. I don’t want you to burn out, I’ve seen it. Do you want to burn yourself out?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“Now come on, let’s get ready,” she smiled and skipped to her room.

Shaking my head and letting out a laugh, I got out of my seat and looked through my closet. Grabbing a pair of ripped black jeans, an off gray t-shirt, and a flannel, I got dressed before putting a jacket over my.  Sliding on my boots, I looked at myself in the mirror to check out my look. I mean it’s pretty basic and I’m too lazy to actually put an outfit together, but it’s alright.

Walking out of my room, I saw Carol in an outfit with the same vibe as mine but dolled up. Grabbing our bags and keys, we walked out of our college apartment and I followed Carol.

“Where are we going anyways?” I asked her as we walked down the sidewalk.

“To the local bar because Nick’s band is playing,” she answered.

“So, we’re just watching your crush’s band play?” I raised my eyebrow.

“While having drinks and bar food at half price because of our student discount,” she added as she linked her arm with mine.

“Why don’t you tell him already?” I asked her. “You two already have a class together and there’s no way in hell you’re shy.”

“Well, I can be around him,” she blushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, get a drink inside you, loosen up, and go up to him when their set is done to ask him out,” I gave her some encouragement.

“We’ll see,” she chuckled as we walked into the bar.

Looking at the stage, we saw some people setting things up on the stage. Carol and I sat down in one of the corner booths where we could see the stage easily. One of the waiters came over to our table and took our orders before leaving again to get our drinks. After a few minutes, our drinks came and the band came on stage. Some cheers were heard from the crowd and Carol’s mouth. Popping a fry into my mouth, I listened to the band as their cover of 1985.

I bobbed my head to the songs they played while mouthing the lyrics. Sometimes I would glance at Carol who is just crushing over the drummer.

“How’s everyone doing?” The singer asked which caused everyone to cheer. “Alright, some of you who have already seen us already know who I am, but those who don’t, I’m Tom.”

More cheers came out.

“Over to the right of me is our guitarist, Pete,” Tom pointed to the man that stood next to him. “Oh my left is our bassist Ron.”

I looked over at the bassist and felt my heart stop a little. I’m not sure if it's the fact he’s in a band or the defined jawline or his wavy brunette hair, but he’s pretty attractive. Making eye contact, I felt myself blush when he sent me a wink.

“And the drummer behind me is Nicholas.” I nudged Carol a little when her crush was mentioned. “We're the Flyboys and we’re going to play you an original song now. This is Break Your Little Heart.”

The sound of Pete’s guitar filled the bar and all of us started to jam out. With two beers and a bunch of fried food in my system, the band finished playing their forty-five minute set.

“I’m going to get another drink,” I told Carol as I saw Nick walking up to our table.

Walking up to the bar, I ordered myself another beer. When I waited for my beer, I felt another presence next to me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him standing there.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” I smiled back. “You were great up there. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” we both shared a laugh as we shook hands.

“Is this your first time seeing us perform?” He asked as I sipped on my beer.

“Yeah, my friend and roommate have seen you guys before,” I replied while nudging my head to the booth. “She’s gonna kill me but she has a thing for your drummer.”

“Yeah, Nick also has a thing for her,” he laughed. “Finally took some balls for him to talk to her.”

We took a sip of our beers and started a conversation on a different topic. As we drank our beers, we started to get to know each other a little. We’re both in our last year of college while I major in chemistry and him being in political science.

“Hey, I’m going to grab some pizza with Nick, I’ll be home soon,” Carol told me. “You’ll be fine going home?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” I hugged her. “Go have fun. Don’t worry about the table. I’ll pay.”

“I will, see you back home,” she told me after letting go.

Walking up to Nick and holding his hand, Ron and I watched our friends leave the bar.

“She’s going to be alright,” Ron told me.

I nodded my head and drank the last sip of my beer. “Well, that’s it for me. Gotta head home.”

“Let me walk you home,” Ron says.

“You don’t need to,” I said while handing the bartender my school ID.

“Look, it’s late outside, please,” he looked me in the eyes. “Just let me get my bass and I’ll be back five minutes max.”

“Alright, if you’re not back in five minutes I’m leaving,” I chuckled.

He nodded his head and paid for his beer before grabbing his bass. While I waited for him, I checked my to-do list for tomorrow and saw him with his bass in it’s case, over his shoulder.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yep,” I nodded my head.

We walked out of the bar and started making my way back to Carol and I’s apartment. From the far distance you can hear music blasting out of the frat and sorority houses that were a few streets over. The evening weather was the perfect temperature. The spring air wasn’t too cold where I needed another jacket. Despite us just meeting, we walked in comfortable silence.

“Well, this is me,” we stood in front of the front door of the apartment. “It’s nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you also,” he agreed. “Wanna hang out on campus one day?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head. “Give me your phone so I can put my number in it.

Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he handed it to me and I put my number in before giving it back to him.

“I’ll see around,” I gave him a peck on the cheek.

I opened my front door and headed into the apartment, shutting the door behind me. I placed my back against the door while having a smile on my face. Hearing a ding from my phone, I pulled it out of my pocket and saw a message from an unknown number.

Unknown- Wanna grab a coffee on Monday? -Ron

Sending him a yes and adding him to my contacts, I shut my phone off and headed to bed thinking about the bassist.

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Request? Hangman x f!reader, childhood friends to lovers, Jake realising he loves reader when someone flirts with her when she visits him in Fightertown but honestly, he’s been in love since he was a kid but never knew how to tell her

Love, Actually

-- Darling, I am in love with this prompt--

The plane hit the tarmac and opened its doors, engulfing the cabin with the hot summer air. You went through customs, picked up your luggage and walked towards arrivals, where your ride should have been waiting. But when you looked at the crowd waiting for their loved ones, he wasn’t there. On the off chance Jake would have texted you, you checked your phone. Nothing.

“I hope you didn’t forget me…” You typed and sent. You moved your suitcase and yourself a little further down the corridor in order to avoid blocking people’s way and looked at the people around you. 

The people around you running and jumping to see their loved ones reminded you of the opening scene of your favourite film. 

“It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there: fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge -- they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.”

You and Jake were firmly lodged in the ‘old friends’ category of that quote. You had known each other since you were ten, and an awkward exchange student from England. You knew no one and barely understood the accent. You had expected Jake to be mean and tease you like some of the other kids did, but he had sat by you during lunch and made his friends do the same. 

Over time you grew to have a very solid friendship and when your year was up and it was time to move back to your home county of Cambridgeshire, Jake was the first letter you ever received. Your parents saved and saved to send you on yearly month-long summer holidays back in Texas until you went to university and Jake signed up for the navy, then, you had turned to phone calls and whatsapp to communicate and Jake would fly down. 

People often thought you and Jake were together but aside from one almost-kiss at a Christmas party, nothing had ever happened. Whether you wanted something to happen or not was a can of worms you did not want to get into. Jake was a ‘ladies-man’, he had flings not girlfriends. And trying anything with him would get your heart broken and your longest friendship destroyed. 

Still your heart fluttered when he replied five minutes later. 

“Not a chance. Stuck in traffic” and then “Can you get me a coffee, been up since 4…” 

You moved from where you were sitting towards the starbucks. You knew Jake’s order by heart, not that it was difficult, the man liked his coffee black, bitter and strong. Nothing you could buy at Starbucks was ever good enough, but desperate times called for desperate measures, apparently. You ordered a gingerbread latte, even though it was July and 86°. 

Jake made you wait ten more minutes before showing up at the pickup area. He got out of his car and ran towards you engulfing you in a hug, careful not to spill the coffee. He took his cup from you and popped the top off,

“Careful it might be ho--” You tried to warn but before you could, Jake was already chugging his Venti black coffee. He came up for breath once the cup was finished/ The effect was immediate, his hair stood on end and a shiver went through his body. 

“Hoo!” He exclaimed

“Better?” You asked, slightly horrified by the display of staggering caffeine addiction. Jake winked

“Much better. I feel alive now”

You chuckled. He took your suitcase from you and carried it to his truck, popping in into the boot, then walked to the passenger seat with you and opened your door with a bow. You both laughed at the gesture. 

“And they say chivalry is dead” You joked. 

Jake was a good driver and always had been but after an accident in high school, he always seemed to be more cautious with someone in the passenger seat. The journey to his house, something that should have taken half an hour, had taken forty-five minutes to complete. 

“Just as a warning, base housing is pretty terrible so don’t expect anything special, yeah?” He said. Jake sounded insecure

“Jake, everything seems terrible when you compare it to the ranch your parents live in in Texas.” You joked to relieve the tension. It seemed to work as he let out a chuckle. 

Jake’s parents had made a fortune in cattle ranching and horse breeding and their house reflected that. It was a magnificent home, almost mansion-like. The ceilings were high, the main hall had a glass chandelier and a marble staircase which the family used yearly for their Christmas pictures. Everything else paled in comparison. 

As predicted, Jake’s house wasn’t bad by any standards. It was a two bedroom house with en suites for both rooms, a storage and mud room and a fairly large kitchen, which you knew Jake probably didn’t use. Or at least probably shouldn’t use, as the last time you had seen him cook, he managed to drop his egg straight onto the hob and it caught on fire. Jake was a wonderful naval officer and pilot, but once on civilian soil, he managed to lose any and all ability to function. 

You dropped off your bags in the room he was letting you borrow for your stay, and you noted appreciatively that he had already made the bed and stocked up the bathroom with fresh towels. You took off your flight clothes and stepped into the shower, locking the bathroom door behind you. The water was nice and warm against your sore body, the eleven hour flight had not done you any favours. 

“Do you want to go out tonight, or would you rather stay in?” He shouted through the wooden bathroom door. 

“I don’t mind” You tried to shout through the jet of water but when he didn’t reply you turned off the shower, dried yourself with one of the towels and wrapped it around you before unlocking the door and walking into the bedroom. Jake was waiting on your bed, having also changed out of his beige uniform and into a simple black shirt and a pair of jeans. 

“I don’t mind” You repeated

“You could meet my friends”

“Sure, that would be nice” You smiled. You had heard much about Jake’s friends that meeting them seemed more worth it than getting some sleep. 

“McDonald’s before? For old times sake?” He asked. 

It had become a tradition. 

Every time you would visit Jake during your childhood, he would pick you up from the airport and get McDonald’s to eat in the bed of his truck. Back then, he would park in the middle of nowhere on a hill that overlooked acres and acres of farmland and you would watch the sun go down together. It was never the same spot twice, unless you requested it, and you always wondered if he wrote it down somewhere. 

This time, he drove you to a parking lot and parked right at the back. The view of the ocean was breathtaking. The sun was low but not gone yet. It wouldn’t be for another 15 minutes, plenty of time for you to get comfortable in the bed of the truck. There were a handful of clouds in the sky, seeming bright orange in the setting light, while the sky had turned almost pink.

“I have to ask, you remember the sunsets we used to watch in Texas in the back of your truck”

He hummed in response, trying to manoeuvre his mouth against the burger so he could take a bite out of it without missing any toppings. 

“Did you keep a record of where you took me? I remember it never used to be the same spot twice, it’s a lot to remember… Eight years of sunsets…”

“Yeah I used to have a list. I used to scout out the location months in advance to make sure no one would do any major works or builds, and if they did, that they would be done before you came.”

“That’s so cute”

“Hey, you’re my best friend. Wanted to show you my favourite spots” He said, looking at you, suddenly, he frowned.

A thought popped into Jake’s head he didn’t want to say out loud but he suspected was true. ‘I thought that if I showed you the nicest spots, you might want to stay. With me’ 

He coughed and snapped out of his reverie. 

“I thought I asked for pickles…” He grumbled, trying to excuse his sudden change in expression. 

--

It wasn’t rare for Hangman to be around women at the Hard Deck but what made the team raise an eyebrow was the fact that he usually walked out with them, not in. And yet, as he walked into the bar, he was indeed with a woman, one arm resting over his shoulder.

“He did say he was picking up a friend” Bob offered as explanation 

“Yeah… Somehow I imagined…” Rooster cocked his head to the side

“A man?” Phoenix interjected

“Yeah… Like a frat type dude like him, not a sweet looking girl like that.”

    He arrived at their usual hangout spot at the back of the Hard Deck.

"Guys, this is Y/n, my best friend"

--

    “I’m bored, be my wingman?” You whispered in his ear

    “Sure” He smiled. Jake looked around until his eyes landed on a target. Bob was a nice guy, fun to be around and easy to get along with, but Jake sincerely thought you wouldn’t like him. You usually went for more confident guys that weren’t afraid to take charge. People he didn’t usually have to drag to the woman they would be going home with, like he had to do with Bob. 

He didn’t know why he had picked him. He didn’t know why he had purposefully chosen someone you wouldn’t like or why a fury like he had never felt before engulfed him once he realised that the two of you were actually hitting it off. 

He went to the bar to fetch some more beers, and two cokes (one for you and one for your new friend) making sure to bump into Bob on the way. He found a spot at the bar next to Maverick.

“Are you clueless or what?” Penny asked, stalling on making the drinks to talk to him.

“Huh?” He asked, a pissed off expression on his face that would have made anyone but Penny recoil.

“We think you’re in love with her”

“We? You discussed this?” He looked at Maverick, who immediately looked down at his drink and then at Penny, who stared him straight in the eyes.

“Sure, Hangman coming in with a girl has been a hot topic of gossip this evening. I was betting on you finally having a girlfriend and settling down… Looks like I lost”

“What makes you think -- I’m not --” He sputtered, already knowing that he was making a losing argument. 

Maybe he was in love with you. Maybe he was right and he had always hoped you would stay. With him. Maybe the months of scouting for things to do with you, places to see and things to eat wasn’t something he would do for any other friend, as he had convinced himself. Maybe his heart beating a mile a minute when he was close to you (or when he was just thinking of you for that matter) wasn’t something strictly friendly. 

“Hang on with the beers, would you, I have to --” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before his feet carried him in your direction.

“Can I have a word?”

You followed him out onto the parking lot

“You know how we always joke that ‘I’m not a relationship person’, yeah? I just figured out that maybe I am?”

You looked at him. He had it bad: heartbreak and love written all over his face, the poor man didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. You would have laughed or at least chuckled if you hadn’t been so hurt that he was in love with someone that wasn’t you.

The can of worms had been opened. 

It had actually been opened an hour ago as you watched him play pool and you realised that maybe Jake’s mother had been right all those years ago when you helped her in the kitchen and she told you she thought you were in love with him because ‘best friends don’t look at each other like that, Honey.’ 

You had needed a distraction from his strong arms as he lined up a shot. A distraction from the sinful thoughts you absolutely weren’t supposed to have for your best friend. So you had asked him to set you up with someone, figuring that nothing would cure your crush better than finding yourself under someone else. And when he introduced you to Bob, you had been so desperate that you had overlooked the fact that he was absolutely not your type. Because not overlooking it would make you confront the fact that your type was, and always had been Jake. 

Jake had been speaking all this time and you hadn’t heard a word. You snapped back into real life in time to hear

“And seeing you with Bob --” 

“Are you in love with Bob?” You asked

“What? No! I’m in love with you!” He looked outraged “I have been trying to confess my undying love and you’re not even listening” Jake let out a sad chuckle “Look, I get it if you don’t feel the same way, I’m sorry if I made it awkward on like, the first day of your stay --”

You cut him off by doing exactly what you should have done at that stupid Christmas party all those years ago. The kiss was deep and passionate and Jake’s hands moved to cup your face. Once you came up for air, your lungs were allowed a few desperate breaths of air before Jake spoke.

“Merry Christmas” He laughed, finishing your thought. 

[risingwiththeheatabove]

A Little Honey - Chapter 1 - Honey

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series list

Warnings for series: 18+, Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting

Word Count 4K

July 2021

You were startled as you hear the balcony door open. You must have fallen asleep reading. You wipe the sweat off of your forehead and open your eyes to see Nora looking down at you. A big toothy grin on her face and a slight sun kissed hue to her nose and cheeks. Her blonde hair was slightly longer than normal. It was sitting at her shoulders and slightly bleached out from the sun.

“Hey sleepy head!” She giggled as you spoke to you.

“Hey, did you just get home?” You were still unsure how long you had been sleeping for.

“Yeah, they let me off early today since my manger overbooked the lunch shift.”

You looked at your phone, you had only been asleep for about 30 minutes. Thank god. You had never missed a shift and you didn’t ever plan on it.

“Well what are you going to do with your extra day off?” You asked sitting up from your chair and collecting your things. Sweat began to pool down your back and under boob.

“I think I will take after my big sister and enjoy a nap!” She said continuing to giggle at your disheveled appearance.

Looking yourself over you had to laugh as well. You hair was stuck to your face, you tank top practically soaked through.

“Well I for one need to shower before my shift.” You stated as you both walked back into the apartment.

“Toss your clothes outside the door, I am doing a load of laundry.” Nora stated as you walked towards your room.

You finished your shower. You still had an hour before you had to leave so you decided to get a little more done up for your Friday shift. The bar you worked at was pretty modern and casual. You didn’t have a uniform just general guidelines so you were still able to express your unique style. With the heat stopping no time soon you found a pair of white high waisted shorts that you paired with a vintage Black Sabbath band tee. Deciding to lean into to country style of Nashville and threw on your favorite black cowboy boots. You fixed your hair up so that it wouldn’t stick to your neck all night. Lastly you applied some light eye make up and a small amount of blush, knowing much more would melt by the end of your shift.

You got to the bar at 4 pm your normal time. Your shift was going by quickly until about 7 pm when the Friday rush came in. You were being called left and right, keeping a smile on your face and working quickly you notice a familiar face walk up.

“Hey sis!” Nora says leaning over the bar top.

She normally did not go out and if she did bars were not really her thing.

“Hey! I didn’t think I would see you here tonight.” You cock an eyebrow at her suspiciously.

“I figured I would come see you in action for once! We are always working at the same time so I can never pop in and say hi.”

“Well I would love to talk but we are pretty busy tonight. Sorry!” You say as you are pulled away by another customer.

“Y/N!” you hear your manager calling.

Shit. You assume the worst. You panic as you quickly run to the back to your manager Debbie’s office.

“I know you are totally swamped with customers right now but we have a last minute private party coming in and I need you up to the VIP lounge, NOW!”

She barked at you.

Normally private parties were booked in advanced and you would have more time to set up the room and check the bar. Staff was normally over booked for these events to make sure the guests were happy with their experience. Not to mention you would normal dress a little nicer. But there was no time to worry about that.

“I will head up there right now! Who will be joining me?” You asked as you quickly fumbled to adjust your outfit.

“You will have to tackle this one solo tonight sweetheart.” Her raspy smokers voice did little to soothe the instant anxiety you felt in your throat.

“Do - Do we have any servers?” Full panic was setting in as you spoke.

“Not any to spare, but it is a small party so you should be fine on your own.”

You took a deep breath to settle your nerves. As you exhaled an idea popped into your head.

“My sister is a server! A great one actually! She is here tonight too. Could she help me? You wont have to pay her, I will take care of that.” You ask quickly with out giving yourself enough time to get nervous again.

“Shit if she works for free she can work every night!” Debbie laughs shooing you along.

You jokingly bow to her and mouth “thank you” as you run out of the room. You quickly find Nora talking with some Brad looking college bro at the bar. Grabbing her arm and dragging her up to the VIP lounge.

“Um what the hell Ms. I am too busy for you?!” She grumbles at you annoyed.

“I know I am sorry, but that guy looked awful anyway.” You both laugh in agreement. “I need your help! Before you say no I will pay you half my shift pay and split tips 50/50.”

“I am listening.” She says with a smile breaking through on her face.

“We have a last minute private party coming in. Honestly probably a bunch of douche bag musicians who can’t plan shit. We don’t have the normal serving staff scheduled like we should. That is where you come in.” You say as you gesture to her with your hands.

“All you had to do was ask! Of course I will help you. Plus I wouldn’t even have asked for you to pay me, but since you offered I will take half the tips!” She put her hand out in front of you to shake on it.

“Deal!” You shook her hand quickly.

You went over where everything was in the bar. You both set out miscellaneous decor that was used to spruce up the lounge. There was a balcony attacked to the lounge that you strung a few strands of string lights on to brighten it up.

“Did Debbie tell you who the guests were?” Nora asked while preparing a water pitcher and cups.

“No and I forgot to ask. We will find out together I guess.” You take one final look around pretty pleased with your decorating skills.

“Well hopefully they tip well!” Nora stated causing you both to chuckle.

Nora was wearing a dark navy skirt that hit just above the knee and a jewel green tank top that was tucked into the skirt. Both were a satin finish. She finished the look with a simple green pair of flats to match her top. She always wore more color than you did. You felt way more underdressed when comparing yourself to her. She could tell what you were thinking as you looked her over.

“You look great!” She said as she walked over resting her hands on your shoulders. “You look way cooler than I do. I look like a PTA mom or something.”

You both laughed and you hugged her as if to say thank you. Just as you broke away from the hug you heard a knock on the door. You quickly ran over to open it. Debbie walked through first with a group of four men following her.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You unknowingly held your breath. Nora noticed and tapped you on the back gently.

You knew exactly who these men were. One of them was tall and muscular with dark curly hair and dark features. He wore a muscle tee and black jeans.

You knew him to be Daniel. The second tallest was more slender and his hair was smooth and chocolate colored. He has on a dark red smoking jacket with a paisley pattern and nothing underneath. Again a black pair of jeans with a black belt and red loafers. Unmistakably Sammy. Next to him was a slightly shorter man who looked very similar. Long smooth hair. He wore an unbuttoned linen long sleeve shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. A medallion necklace sat around his neck with a few chains around it. His pirate attire was completed with a nautical rope bracelet, dark jeans and boating shoes. This savy looking gentlemen was Jake. Lastly HIM. He was stunning. His curly hair sat perfectly on his head. Tiny hoops looped in his ears. He wore a long white sleeve shirt paired with a mala bead necklace that appeared to be opalite. He had on light blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places. Finishing off the look with a pair of tan vans. Simple and sweet Josh.

“I like your shirt!” Sammy said as he pointed at you. He already had a drink in hand.

Nora looked at you waiting for you to respond, but you froze.

“She is mute.” Nora stated trying to cover for you uncharacteristic silence.

The boys all looked at each other confused.

“What the hell? No she is not! What is the matter with you girl?” Debbie said as she walked over shaking you lightly.

“I am sorry, I think I just got a little too hot while setting up the lights outside. Give me a minute.” You run to the small private bathroom, Nora quickly following behind.

“What the fuck Nora!” You say closing the door behind you.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck you?! I have never seen you freeze up like that. What the hell? I mean I know that they are attractive but get your shit together!” Nora laughed as she questioned you.

“Fuck! I know, I know! But that is Greta Van Fleet!” You grabbed your face feeling the heat coming off of your cheeks.

“OH SHIT!” Nora said way to loudly.

You quickly shushed her.

Debbie tried to redirect the bands attention by showing them the room and pouring some drinks.

“Sorry!” Nora whispered.

“I just need a second to pull my heart out of my stomach.” You looked in the mirror trying to fix your hair and straighten yourself out.

“They are just a group of guys. No big deal! We can handle this!” Nora said while she fixed her own appearance in the mirror.

“We totally got this!” You say standing up tall as you attempt to open the bathroom door. Freezing at the handle and quickly turn back towards the mirror. “Holy fuck what if we don’t.” You say panicking.

“Then your favorite band hates us and we continue our lives like before.” She says laughing.

“Not helping Nora!” You bite back.

She grabs you under her arm and pulls the door open pushing you out. You almost fall but catch yourself. Looking up to see everyone watching you. You shoot daggers at Nora as she giggles behind you.

“Feeling better sweetheart?” Debbie asks, her eye brows furrowed with concern.

“Much better! The heat must have just got to me.” You try to brush off the events of the last few minutes.

“So you aren’t mute?” Danny asks light heartedly.

“Unfortunately for you all, I am not.” You respond. “ I am Y/N and I will be your bartender for tonight. This is my sister Nora and she will be your server.”

Nora waves her hand up as you introduce her.

“Well girls I will let you take it from here, but gentlemen if you need anything please let me know.” Debbie quickly exits back to the main bar.

You walk behind the bar and Nora follows closely behind. More nervous than she is letting on. The four men walk up to the bar top each sitting at a bar stool.

Why did they all have to come up at once?! You think to yourself

“What can I get you boys?” You ask as you gesture to the group. You start collecting cups and shakers.

“Well hold on!” Sammy said stopping you in your tracks. “What kind of gentlemen would we be if we didn’t introduce ourselves?”

“Gentlemen? Do you see any gentlemen in this room Daniel?” Jake sarcastically asked.

Daniel throwing his hands up as if to say “leave me out of this”. Sammy reaches across Josh to slap Jake on the shoulder. Josh being hit in the process.

“HEY! Friendly fire!” Josh pushes Sam off of him.

“Am I going to have to separate you boys?” You ask as you cock your head inquisitively.

“Oh I like her!” Danny quickly states with a sheepish grin.

You blush as he reaches a hand out to you.

“I am Danny, its nice to meet you.” You shake his hand.

“Sammy is the name and goofing is my game.” Sam says as he spins around in his bar stool.

You laugh and tip your head at him.

“Jake.” He says mysteriously as he takes your hand tipping his head and releasing it.

“And last but certainly not least… where it counts.” He says smirking and breaking out into a belly laugh. “I am Josh.” He continues to laugh as you shake his hand.

His hands are warm and soft like velvet. You hold on longer than is socially acceptable. Nora clears her throat to notify you of your lengthy hand shake. You quickly pull your hand away and busy yourself with a glass.

“So what is the drink of choice tonight boys?” You ask trying to move on.

“Surprise us sweetheart.” Jake says resting his chin in his hand as he leaned over the bar.

“Well if you want it to be a real surprise you can’t watch me make it. So you will have to let me work my magic in solitude.”

The boys move over to the couch’s. They settle in as you begin gathering bottles.

“I forgot to ask what music you guys would like to listen to?” You holler over the bar. As you plug your phone into the speaker system.

“Why don’t you surprise us… sweetheart!” Sammy says mocking his brother.

No pressure. Just being the personal DJ for Greta Van Fleet. The most musically educated 20-somes in history. You look at Nora and she shrugs her shoulders while she pours waters for the guys.

You end up choosing S.O.B. By Nathaniel Ratteliff and The Night Sweats. After that you will just let the recommended songs play. The music starts and Jake flips his head around smiling in approval. You relax a bit and start to figure out what you want to make them. Your favorite cocktail is a hot toddy but that would be hard to enjoy in this heat. Margaritas! You think to yourself. Perfect for a hot summer day. You quickly get to mixing your famous margaritas. It is a recipe your perfected over the years. Normally you are required to make the house recipe unless requested otherwise by patrons. In the VIP lounge you were encouraged to flaunt any and all mixology skills. You salted the rim of each glass and poured the deliciously cold mixture into each glass, garnishing with a lime wedge. Nora grabs a tray delivers the boys their drinks.

“Margaritas!” Sam exclaims similarly to a child. “The tequila train is coming tonight boys! You know Y/N I make a pretty good margarita so it will take a lot to impress me.”

You laugh knowing all about Sam’s infamous margarita recipe and his brother’s not so fond feelings towards it.

“This is fucking delicious!” Jake says turning towards you and lifting his drink in the air.

“This is the best margarita I have ever had! What is your secret?” Josh mimicking his twins motion.

“No hold on! It can’t be better than mine.” Sam questions his brothers.

“It is!” Danny pats Sam on the shoulder as if to cushion the blow.

Sam lifts the drink to his lips. He let out an audible moan and sinks into his chair.

“Dammit! It’s way better than mine!” He states defeated.

“Don’t feel too bad Sammy. I have been doing this for 10 years.”

You start to clean up behind the bar and prepare for them to continue to order drinks. Nora is rinsing out shakers for you when Josh walks up.

“That really was the best margarita I have had. What is your secret?” He asks.

“A magician never reveals their secrets.” You say in a slightly flirty tone.

Josh flashes you a smile and returns to the group. Catching another look at you before return his attention to the conversation.

“UM what was THAT?!” Nora harshly whispers behind you.

“I do not know, but I hope to find out!” You both giggle behind the bar.

Another round of margaritas are requested and a few appetizers are ordered. While Nora serves what seems like way too much food you ask “Is it just you boys tonight or will you have company?”

“Our girlfriends and a few friends should be here any minute.” Danny responds for the group

Girlfriends. You knew Sammy and Jake were in long term relationships but you were unsure if Daniel or Josh had partners. You knew you had no right to be upset if Josh had a girlfriend. But you would be lying if you said it didn’t sting a little bit.

Just like that you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts to the sound of the door opening. You greeted the group as they entered. Stating your name and Nora’s. They filed in and all found their way to the couch’s. Jita was Jake’s girlfriend and she joined him on the couch. Hannah who was Sam’s girlfriend sat in between Jita and Sam. The rest of the group stood around. You waited to see if anyone would sit next to Josh. You had probably been staring but by the time you realized it Josh’s eyes had met yours. He winked at you and shot you another smile. You could feel the heat returning to your cheeks.

“Oh margarita’s!” Hannah said as she reached for Sam’s drink.

“NOPE. None for you! Y/N you are not allowed to make her a margarita!” Sam shouted, causing the chatter of the room to soften.

“What the fuck?” Hannah said as she teasingly pushed Sam.

“What’s the matter Sam? Afraid I am going to steal your girl?” You said leaning over the bar top.

“Actually yes!” Sam said half jokingly.

You blew Hannah a playful kiss, “ One margarita coming right up, love.”

“Could you make it two?” Jita asked shyly.

“You’ve got it doll.” You shot her a wink keeping up with the steal your girl game.

“I do believe she is trying to steal both our girlfriends Jake!” Sam said trying to light a fire under his brother.

“Can’t handle a little competition Sammy?” Jake bit back as he wrapped his arm around Jita.

You ended up making a pitcher of margaritas for the group. Continuing to watch Josh and any potential partners of his that may be in the room.

“Okay you are being creepy!” Nora said as she came up behind you.

“No I am not!” You quickly spit back at her.

“You totally are. He is clearly into you! Relax! And maybe stop trying to steal their girlfriends.”

“What fun would that be?” You laughed.

“What is so funny over here?” Josh asked as he came around behind the bar top.

Nora took that as her cue to refill drinks. She took the pitcher and made herself busy elsewhere.

“So you really wont tell me the secret to your margaritas?” Josh said. He seemed a little looser now that the spirits were flowing.

“What do I get in return?” You said playfully testing the limits a bit.

He cocked his head and a single eyebrow looking at you, “Does Debbie know you flirt with the guests?”

“What Debbie doesn’t know wont hurt her.” You whisper getting closer to his ear. You can smell his cologne. It is all but inviting you in.

“Well in that case Debbie doesn’t need to know I left you my number.” He whispered back getting even closer.

You could see Nora pouring drinks across the room and when she looks up to see you and your close proximity to Josh she over flows a cup by mistake.

“Well I think that is a fair trade.” As you hand him your phone to input his number.

He hands it back to you after typing in a new contact. You quickly dial his number. He looks at you confused.

“I have to make sure you are upholding your end of the deal. I don’t want to give away my secrets for a fake number.” You wink at him. In all reality you just wanted him to have your number in hopes he would contact you first.

Josh pulls his phone out of his back pocket. Answering your call.

“Hello?” You say quizzically.

“How did you get this number?” He plays along with your game still holding your respective phones to your ears.

“Some hot guy at my bar put your number in.” You tease pushing the limits even further.

He bites his lip brushing his free hand against yours. Sending goosebumps through out your body.

“Who the fuck are you guys talking to?!” Sammy stumbles up to the bar. Incredibly drunk. You can smell the alcohol on his breath from across the bar.

You both quickly return your phones to your back pockets and Josh sits in the bar stool next to Sammy.

“Can I get you a water Sam?” You ask ignoring his previous question.

“No I think I want a beer.” Burping mid sentence.

“I think you have had enough buddy!” Josh rubbing circles in between Sam’s shoulders.

It is getting late and the group is starting to dissipate. Sam has long been passed out on a couch, cuddled up with Hannah. Just the band and the two girl friends are left. You tell Nora she can head home before you and you will close out. She agrees exhausted from the busy evening. You begin picking up glasses and plates. Setting them in the sink you step out on the balcony to clear any dishes. The door doesn’t close behind you. You turn around to see Josh once more. You are alone on the balcony.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” You joke as you continue to pick up.

“You never told me your secret?” He says in a low smooth voice.

“What secret would that be? I have lots of secrets.” You say still sounding light hearted.

Licking his lips, “ Oh I am sure you do.” He takes a step closer. Reaching up and pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, your breath catches. “But this one pertains to a certain cocktail.”

“Oh that one!” You playfully nudge his arm and try to reset your breathing. “Its just a little honey.”

“Honey? That’s it?” He says as if you are pulling his leg.

“ I swear!”You say as you grab his pinky with yours. “You just swap agave for honey.”

“Simple and sweet.” He states still holding your pinky.

Just like him.

You unhook your finger and brush passed him as you bring the dishes in. When you come back in the room everyone is standing to leave. Danny and Jake are each holding Sam while Hannah and Jita attempt to guide them out. Josh follows you back inside.

“Well I guess this is goodbye… for now.” Josh states as he looks at the group ready to leave.

“I guess so. It was lovely meeting you all.”

Everyone waves goodbye, but Josh stays back a few seconds. Grabbing your hand and placing a single slow kiss on top.

“Goodnight, Honey.”

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hullo could I get an Earthspark or MTMTE matchup? I use they/them pronouns. I’m an art history major and archivists, my Myers Briggs is INTJ. I’m short with black curly hair, thick glasses and an average build, I also dress fairly goth. Lots of black jeans, spikes and comfortable boots. I’m a fairly reserved person and prefer listening in conversations and my love language is gifts, mostly things I make like drawings or knittings and food. I like horror movies, hiking and museums and someone who can make me laugh. Thank you!

I match you with: Frenzy!

Frenzy is a LOUD bot who loves to talk. She goes well with your personality- after all, opposites attract. She loved telling you jokes to watch a grin creep onto your face. Whenever you are sad or angry, that’s how she’d cheer you up. 

You both have a similar style, too. She had a goth/rock look to her, and she sometimes managed to put one of your shirts over her head to see what they’d look like on her. She normally ripped them, though.

Frenzy loves to play music for you to listen to, even if you don’t always like it. She often writes songs for you.

She in turn loves to look at your art. Whenever you get into a creative block, she’s the one who will help inspire you to make something.

Frenzy is a huge fan of horror movies, and it suits you both a lot. She’ll hold you close as you watch together. Whenever a jumpscare pops onto the screen she squeezes you tighter and laughs loudly.

She loves to take you on hikes too. She always asks you what flower is which, and why different trees have different colored leaves. Sometimes when you’d get tired from walking too far she’d carry you on her back. She would always say “Only the best for my little artist!” 

Sometimes you’d gift her little scarves you put together, or a nice painting of her and you. She’d give you your favorite foods and museum tickets.

You were terrified to meet her family. You’d already met Laserbeak- who became your best friend.

Soundwave approved of you, which was unusual. He normally hated humans, but you seemed to make his mini cons happy. You got along with the quieter decepticon pretty well, often going over to their base to hang out with them.

When Soundwave was captured you were there to comfort her. You went with Laserbeak and Frenzy when they went to Philly, and got a job as a counselor. 

You were there with them the night the fight with Mandroid took place, and got injured saving her life.

“Laserbeak! We have to get them out of here!” 

They dragged you out together and took you home. They weren’t human, so they had no clue what to do. They never even really considered you may need a human doctor- so they begrudgingly called Megatron who rushed over with their human friend Dorothy.

Dorothy looked over your unconscious form. “They should be okay, but they need to rest. Maybe even a hospital.” You whimpered in pain while still unconscious as Dorothy brushed over a cut on your arm.

“Don’t touch them!” Frenzy pulled you gently into her arms. 

They ended up taking you to a hospital with the help of Dorothy, and you were released two days later. 

Frenzy would always be there for you, and she hoped the same of you.

[cdyssey]

Facetious

Summary: After the end of yet another long work day, Melissa comes to collect Barbara. [Post-1.01]

CW: Emotional Infidelity

AO3 Link

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At precisely five past three, there are two blunt knocks on her halfway open door. Barbara doesn’t even have to look up from the reading diagnostic that she’s skimming to know that it’s Melissa dropping in to either say goodbye or to forcibly collect her at the end of yet another long day. She glances up anyway, her golden-rimmed glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose, and smiles softly.

For this is habit between them, long-established and well-loved tradition—as baked into their daily routines as their shared communions at their favorite round table in the teacher’s lounge or their little rendezvouses at the copier, where they trade new bits of gossip with their elbows pressed on top of the machine. 

Melissa comes to look for her at the end of every day—of course she does.

And Barbara’s enduring role is to simply let herself be found.

“The ops are upstairs with Jacob,” the younger teacher says, leaning against the door like it’s both habit and home. Her vivid hair is haloed by the ring of Barbara’s sunflower wreath, and the effect is lovely—all that scarlet, crowned in pops of autumnal gold. 

“Quick. You ‘n me can make a break for it if we hustle.”

“Girlfriend,” Barbara can’t help but chuckle, “you’re fooling yourself if you think I ever belong in the same sentence as the word hustle. I don’t hustle, I—“

“—sedately shuffle from place to place?” Melissa grins, waggling a mischievous brow.

“—gracefully swan from one destination to another,” she finishes with a mock sniff, unable to be especially affronted when Melissa laughs like she does, so loudly, with the entirety of her belly. “Don’t tease! You’re not making it anywhere quick either on that hip of yours."

They both have a bad something or another. Melissa’s bad hip and Barbara’s bad knee. They're mutually bad backs. They complain about these grievances to each other often, especially now that it’s fall and the cold is starting to seep into their bones.

“Sheesh, don’t remind me,” her friend half-smiles. “Almost threw it out again luggin’ that new rug to my room.” 

But then she half-grimaces too, lightly rubbing the affected area with three fingers, and Barbara frowns just as immediately, pushing her playfulness to the side along with her class’s reading report.

"You should really go see a specialist about that, you know.” 

“And let some rich quack put me on a bunch’a painkillers? Hell to the no,” Melissa scoffs easily. She has distrusted doctors for as long as Barbara has known her, thinks they’re all two-bit charlatans and overhyped clowns. The only person she ever goes to see is her second cousin, Frankie, a general practitioner whose practice is adjoined to a pizza joint that may or may not also be a money laundering front.

Barbara doesn’t like to think about that fact very often.

“Well, at least come here and get yourself an Advil for the road,” she exhales, making the more expedient decision not to press the point. They’ll have that row another day, and it’ll likely be spectacular—as their rare arguments usually are—but that’s future Barbara’s cross to painfully bear. “You know I hate it when you’re hurting.”

“I hate it when I’m hurting too,” Melissa quips, always a snarker, even in the pits, but all the same, she obediently peels herself off of the door and limps on over, one plod of her clunky boots at a time. Barbara’s heart inexplicably plummets into her gut when the second grade teacher decides, apropos of absolutely nothing, to partially lower herself on the edge of her desk, rattling her pencil cup with her added weight.

Her sheer and overwhelming presence. 

Her leopard-spotted blouse and those tight black pants. The way the leather rasps when her thighs brush together as she incrementally shifts and makes herself comfortable—cozy even—on Barbara Howard’s extraordinarily immaculate desk. The endless cascade of her fiery red hair and the saints that are perpetually worshiping at the altar of her marble bosom. The slight citrus smell of her favorite perfume.

“What?” Melissa chuckles, apparently seeing something complicated in Barbara’s expression, something that Barbara would probably shy away from in the uncomplicated honesty of a mirror. Sudden heat crests within her. It becomes a knot in the column of her throat, becomes a ticking time bomb, a violent pleasure, a pleasant wound. “You prefer I keep my ass off your stuff?”

She has less than three seconds to decide which is worse—having Melissa Schemmenti on her desk or not having her there. Neither of these options frankly brings her closer to God.

“You’re being absolutely facetious,” she finally mutters, not looking the second grade teacher in the eye as she dives down to retrieve her purse. She makes quite a meal out of rifling through it for a bottle that she handily keeps in a side-pocket.

“That isn’t an answer.”

“Your question was hardly appropriate enough to warrant a response.”

“So I’m being naughty, huh?” Melissa guffaws. Melissa jokes. From Barbara’s limited perspective, it’s all a joke to Melissa: her innuendoes and habitual crassness, the intimate geography of their bodies in relation to each other. 

Their closeness in general.

In so many more ways than one.

She’s always like to flirt with Barbara, no matter their respective marital statuses.

Nothing ever truly inappropriate, of course, calling her hot mama here or lightly ribbing her about them being work wives there. And that was all fine and good until one day, after many, many years of them being the very best of friends, Barbara suddenly collected the punchline like a baseball bat to her gut.

Until one day, every touch and casual glance, every hon and other pet name lightly thrown her way, actually did something to her.

Set her eternal soul on fire for one thing.

Condemned her.

(Saved her.)

Condemned her.

“That word has an entirely different connotation, and you know it.”

“I mean, depends on how you’re using the word.”

“Melissa!” She groans, flushing, feeling nauseous, vaguely suspecting that she’s flirting back.

“Okay, fine, fine. I’ll stop being a cagacazzo—“ Melissa chortles obliviously and goes to get up, but before Barbara can capably stop herself, before morality can catch up to the rest of her usually well-ordered senses, she impulsively places her free hand on her best friend’s knee. 

They both shiver violently upon first contact, stunned silent, both incredulous that she actually dared. 

Melissa’s cheeks blanch and then just as immediately color, all the mirth draining from her face and becoming… well… Barbara doesn’t know.

(Barbara doesn’t want to admit the mirrored emotion—even to herself.)

(Especially to herself.)

“You don’t have to get up,” she croaks, withdrawing her hand as though burned, cupping the pill bottle she finally retrieved like it’s the only thing keeping her from kissing her colleague. Surely, there are other barriers, though.

Surely, there is her wonderful husband.

Surely, there is God.

“I was just… joking.”

“Me too,” Melissa says quickly, eyes averted. “I was just joking too.”

And they both laugh then because they’re both joking—obviously—a little too loudly to ever sound entirely sincere. Still, they grant each other the kindness of overlooking this inconvenient truth. Still, they laugh and unpleasantly laugh.

(That’s how this—whatever this is that exists between them—keeps going after all: this almost tango, this halfway song-and-unending-dance. This terrible thing. This beautiful thing. This unfathomable sin. This simultaneous grace.)

(They’re a chemical collision that keeps never, ever happening, and there’s primal relief in the fact. There’s unspeakable sadness too.)

“Here,” she says, untwisting the cap of her bottle and finally shaking an Advil into the palm of her hand. Extends it. An offering. A perfect opportunity to move on from the stickiness of the moment. 

Melissa takes it. Her fingers scrape Barbara’s lifelines.

“Take a swig of my coffee,” she continues weakly, all her atoms thrilling at even that barest touch. “I don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” Melissa grunts, popping the pill into her mouth and hastily lifting the aforementioned drink to her lips. Her nose promptly screws up in disgust.

“Blegh. Too flippin’ sweet.” 

An unsurprising criticism coming from this particular woman. Melissa usually takes hers black.

“It’s just French Vanilla creamer.”

“It’s a milkshake in a mug is what it is,” she shakes her head fondly. “Don’t how you flippin’ stand it, Barb.”

“Oh, well, believe it or not, I have my sundry vices too,” Barbara chuckles lightly. They both do. And it’s far more genuine this time, perhaps simply because it’s the kind of banter they’re more accustomed to. It's familiar territory, safe and solid ground. They won’t get themselves in trouble joking about their coffee preferences, and Barbara almost convinces that she doesn’t regret their capacity for discretion, their exercise of extraordinary and remarkably Christian restraint.

“You? Vices?” Melissa arches an amused brow. “Get outta here, Mrs. Barbara Howard, perfect woman of God.”

Barbara opens her mouth and then abruptly closes it, immediately wants to refute the point, needs for Melissa to know that faith and perfection aren’t necessarily intertwined, that she is as flawed as any other human on this God-blesséd earth. 

But she stops herself; she disciplines her wayward tongue.

She’s spent decades upon unceasing decades constructing the meticulous reputation that her friend is proposing that she has achieved. And that gratifies her, of course—sure, yes, absolutely. Her lifelong project of embodying excellence beyond excellence has clearly been a quantifiable success.

But still, there is something in her that instinctively balks at Melissa elevating her to a lofty pedestal. She wants the whole world to believe that she is perfect but needs just one person—this person—to understand that it’s all just a well-executed and beautifully performed facade

She’s saved from trying to resolve this frankly unresolvable contradiction, though, by Melissa suddenly wincing again, her hand going to her hip as she shifts a little on the desk, and Barbara latches on to this microgesture and readymade excuse gladly. She leans forward, shoving her own thousands of invisible hurts away.

“You should have told me that your hip was bothering you, sweetheart,” she murmurs seriously, still flexing her fingers around the Advil bottle, resisting the urge to reach out and help her friend, to work her fingertips into the sore tissue there… discovering the plump softness… the forbidden fruit… of her rosy skin…

She briefly turns away, coughing into her own shoulder.

Ridiculous impulse.

Absurd.

“We could have gotten one of the Three Musketeers to shoulder an additional load.”

“Pssh,” Melissa rolls her eyes, “I don’t think Jacob could lift a log if the log was a two-by-four with the word log written on top of it.”

“Foul!"

“But I’m right,” the younger teacher grins.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” she agrees as Melissa laughs again, all mischief, so playful and unapologetically loud. Barbara swats at her arm, always pretending to be the sanctimonious one between them. 

A smile smuggles itself at the corner of her lips anyway.

“‘Sides,” Melissa eventually shrugs, “it was worth it to see the pipsqueak all happy.”

“Mm,” Barbara shakes her head fondly. “That Janine.”

She’s certainly a handful, that’s for sure—overeager and overzealous, clearly overcompensating for something that’s likely above Barbara’s thoroughly abysmal pay grade to ever fix. But even still, the young lady has a kind heart and an admirable passion for what she does. She’s good with her kids and tries hard to be better for them every day. 

Those traits alone aren’t sure signs and predictors that she’s going to survive this Sisyphean hell of a public school system, of course, but they’re certainly not going to hurt her chances either.

After a year of having known her, Barbara likes her—not that she'll ever admit as much to her, though.

“A flippin’ mess.”

“Oh, beyond a shadow of an entire doubt.”

“Think she’ll last?” Melissa asks, which is a pretty remarkable question in and of itself. No new teacher has stayed long enough recently for either of them to bother caring. Their investment is hard won, fought for, far from easily earned.

They’ve both been endlessly burned in the past, or rather, more accurately still, they’ve mutually spent their lifetimes burning themselves trying to care for other people.

“If life has taught us one thing,” she starts thoughtfully, “it’s that good things rarely do…”

Before she can continue, though, Melissa cuts her off with a short laugh like a bark.

“Ha!” Her verdant eyes twinkle. “What about us old bats then?”

“Exceptions to the rule clearly.”

“Clearly,” the younger teacher mocks. 

“Girlfriend!” She chides, laughing. “Let me finish.”

“Okay, okay, go on telling me about how shit the world is.”

“Vulgar,” Barbara shakes her head in a long-suffering manner, “and not where I was going with that sentence anyway. Good things rarely last, yes, but who but the good Lord ever truly knows? Perhaps Janine will surprise us in the end. Maybe Mr. Hill too.”

“Oh, look who’s bein’ all facetious now,” Melissa grins as she finally sidles off the desk, straightening up on the tiled floor with a thud and a slightly pained grunt. She towers over Barbara now, who’s still in her rolling chair. The skin of her leopard-print shirt stretches across all her delicious curves. 

“At least it’s not the same thing as being naughty,” she mutters, glancing away as her friend seizes with laughter.

“Semantics, schemantics, Barb. We both sound like total lesbos sometimes, y’know.”

Barbara can't help herself—she splutters incoherently, accidentally dropping the Advil bottle she’s been fiddling with for the last five minutes. It rattles and comedically rolls somewhere far beneath her desk.

“W-what?!” She eventually gets out, now gripping the arms of her chair. “We don’t? I could never. Melissa! You and I—“

“God,” Melissa goes on, all her features alive with raucous delight, positively shit-eating. She taps her chin with one finger.  “Come t’think of it. I’d make one hell of a good lesbian if I didn’t also like dudes—“

“Melissa! Be serious!”

“I am serious,” the second grade teacher laughs, not sounding particularly serious at all. “About who I am anyway. Don’t worry, hon. I know you play for a different team.”

But that last sentence, even if it’s a part of the joke—of this game of fluster-Barbara-Howard-senselessly that Melissa is expertly playing—suddenly veers into an earnest sadness that Barbara can’t quite unhear and her friend can’t just as quickly disguise.

“Shame,” Barbara mumbles without really intending to, but the word slips from her mouth before she can catch it and scold it for being reckless anyway.

“Shame,” Melissa agrees and tries another smile. It's an exhausted, little thing; it slumps like a body in the darks of her eyes.

“You would'a made a great one too.”

[tiredly101]

Aren't you a jewel?

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Killian Jones x Emma Swan Brother Male!Reader

Timeline: Killian Jones flirting with Emma at beginning until you put him up against a wall and tell him to stop hitting on your twin sister. Male!Reader went with alongside Emma when she was put in the tree as a baby (just imagine the tree takes three persons instead of only two). (After they took Peter Pan out of Henry's body)

Warning: He found what happened in the timeline attractive. Male!Reader is kind of OCC called as Jack throughout the story (you can change the name). Relentless flirting.

His nickname for you: Jewel

It wasn't weird that the great Captain Hook found a woman, Emma Swan, attractive. He mostly found most woman attractive when they have a sort of bite, what he didn't expect was that it could happen if a man that was handsome did the same.

Jack was as normal as the next guy, son of the famous Prince Charming and Snow White; complete opposite in personality since he would not give a fuck about anyone's feeling if it was a life or death situation; he was a little bit impulsive too but still a great guy. When he found out there was a pirate hitting on his twin sister, who literally looks nothing like him, he decided to take action on it unlike his nice-to-the-bone father.

Captain Hook pov

I'm walking down the docks when I see a gorgeous man; he was perfectly build, had beautiful curly black hair with some stunning grey eyes that popped out because of the slight eyeliner he had on. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that still showed of his perfectly sculpted arms. Apart from all of that he was wearing some beautiful black boots.

"Aren't you jewel?", I thought while I looked at him as discreetly that I could. I guess I didn't do such a great job since he started walking my way. He didn't stop when he reached where I was standing so I instinctively started to back up until I finally was against a wall.

When he finally reaches me, I put my hands up out of instinct, well a hook and a hand, in a try of self defense but he simply grabs both and puts them on top of my head preventing movement and one of his legs ended up pressing against my crotch while he leaned over to see my face better. I can now tell that his grey eyes have specks of blue and his face was littered with freckles that just added to his beauty. What I definitely couldn't help but notice that the pressure of his knee on my crotch brought a sense of pleasure that wasn't intended by the beautiful man.

— You're quite handsome which doesn't help on threatening you but stay the hell away from my sister — the man said with a voice that just matched his look. This is bloody intoxicating.

— Mate, you may have to tell me who your sister is, aye? — I said while straining my voice slightly at the feeling of his knee moving a bit.

— Emma Swan and I'm Jack Swan — said Jack while he held eye contact in such a way that made me swallow harshly.

— I won't bother her again mate, you can trust me in that — I said while I clench my jaw harder at the feeling of his leg moving but he seemed to notice and he smirked while he moved his leg harsher making me whimper against my will.

— I believe you — Jack said before letting my hands go and walking away with a slight sway on his hips. I watched as he walked away while my eyes trained at his ass after I looked at front he floor (like in the gift). I smile to myself since I now need to woo the handsome man know as Jack Swan.

-

I'm taking a sip from my coffee at Granny's when I see Jack enter with Henry next to him. I can't help but overhear their conversation.

— Let me get this straight, little man. You want to check out the mines that everyone is banned from because of security issues because there might be some magical thingy that might help stop Rumple from killing Captain Hook aka Killian Jones? — asked Jack while sitting two or three seats away from me, not noticing my mere existing.

— That's correct — said Henry while he looked at Jack expecting an answer.

— So my opinion's are, get killed by Regina aka your mom because I didn't stop you, get killed by my sister aka your other mom because I didn't go with you or get killed by my nephew aka you because you dragged me to the mines? — asked Jack while Henry nodded while he looked at Jack with hope. Jack looked like he was thinking before I saw him shrug.

— I'm going with the third option, just let me change and get actual things we need in a mine. Just wait for me, here have some money and buy yourself a hot chocolate or something while you wait — Said Jack before walking off after giving Henry the money.

Some minutes passed and I see Jack with a tight white shirt and some loose military pants making me swallow hard yet again.

— Let's go little man, adventure and possible death from your uncle awaits — said Jack while he and Henry walked off towards the mines. I should probably tell the Charming's that their kid and grandchild are both going towards danger.

-

I finally arrive at the apartment and knock on the door. I'm received by Snow White otherwise known as Mary Margaret and Prince Charming also known as David. I can see in the background Emma Swan and Regina, or the Evil Queen, talking over a cup of coffee.

— I'm going to make it short mate's and lassie's, Henry and Jack are going towards the mines that she banned the public from going to — I said while I pointed at Regina while everyone looked at each other in what seemed to be panic.

— Well, what are we waiting for? — asked David while everyone started to leave the apartment heading towards the abandoned mines.

-

When we get there, the first thing we see is Henry looking around in panic until his eyes land in us where he makes a sign to follow him.

— C'mon, hurry! — said Henry as we all ran after him, following him. I can't help but wonder where Jack is.

We look around and see Henry running towards Jack whom is laying in the ground while some blood come from his head and from a big shard of cristal stabbed in his leg.

I run towards Jack and pick him up while I let the other's guide me to the hospital. I look at Jack face and see how his eyes open slightly making him stare at me. I smile at him and see how a small blush spreads though his cheeks before he closes his eyes again with a sight.

— You told on Henry and me, didn't you? — Jack asked me while his face scrunched in slight pain while he snuggled closer to my chest. I look at him and smile to myself.

— Aye, mate — I said while I kept on following the rest of the Charming's. I feel some lips in my check making me stop for a second before going back to running. I look at Jack and I see him smiling like if he didn't do anything, like if he won a game.

I stop in my tracks and give Jack a kiss. I gave him a peck but then I gave him another one and another and another until we were kissing passionately. I feel him moan quietly when I enter my tounge in his mouth and with that little insetive I started sucking and exploring every single corner of his mouth.

— Hook! Stop kissing my son and get your ass inside of the car — screamed David making me pull away from Jack's mouth with a smile and a bit of embarrassment but Jack gave me another bruising kiss while he pulled my hair and then let me run to the truck.

Looks like I won a battle but it seems Jack won the war, yet again...

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Sergeant Christine ‘Riot’ Vega, Task Force 141

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772

Nationality: Spanish/British

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Sexuality: Bi (prefers men)

Birth date: 5th September, 1994

Height: 170 cm / 5ft 7in

Weight: 70 kg / 154 pounds

Hair: Natural blonde in several tones ranging from honey to almost platinum

Eyes: Light blue

Build: Curvy/Hourglass, well toned by training

Blood type: O- (universal donor, is fucked if needs blood though, Price is always requesting supplies when they’re on an op just in case)

Favourite colour: Red

Preferred civilian clothing: When off duty she usually wears blue jeans, usually skinny, red or black t-shirts, and black hoodies or sweatshirts, with trainers or boots and a leather biker jacket.

Hobbies: Cooking, learning languages, videogames, music (rock and metal specially, has a soft spot for pop and electronic sometimes), History and Archaeology

Studies: College graduated in History and Archaeology by Cambridge (online degree)

Parents: Medics for Doctors without borders, killed in a terrorist attack in Benin when she was eighteen and in college in UK. She enlisted right away and finished her degree online.

Languages: Spanish (mother tongue), English (C2), French (C1), German (C1), Russian (B2) / Can survive in Italian and Portuguese, and is trying to learn Japanese and Chinese

Tattoos: A rampant phoenix in an aggressive attacking position on her upper back and a triquetra on her right ankle (Soap has the same design on his left ankle)

Scars: Plenty on her body, from bullets to knife cuts. The more recent one is the large half assed Glasgow smile on the left side of her face, from the corner of her lips to almost her cheekbone, the reason why she wears the mask.

Headcanons:

- Plays both guitar and bass guitar, and Soap tried to teach her to play the drums

- They used to have a music group with other rookies

- Cold, silent and collected when in the frontline, Soap got a liking to Ghost at first because he reminded him of her. Down to the stupid deadpan jokes.

- Met Soap in boot camp, they were fast friends/brother-sister because both their brains work alike (lightning speed). She admires Soap’s proficiency with things that go BOOM, and considers him to be wicked smart, she can’t calculate that fast to save her life

- She adores Ghost’s jokes, and enjoys greatly to hear Soap squirm with them

- Despises tea, calling it ‘pissy water’ (her mother loved it though), prefers water, juice or coffee

- Rarely drinks alcohol

- Sings in the shower and used to like going to karaoke bars

- She is always cold

- Gets mouthy the more physically hurt she is. If she’s getting mouthy, flirty and cheeky, she’s bleeding heavily. Soap is thankful Ghost is not like that

- Her brain works at 200% speed, storing info (hopefully useful, most of the time it’s not). Example: she learns languages fast because she memorizes vocabulary and phrases at lightning speed, but she also knows by heart tons of dog breeds.

- Hyperfocuses on shit to the point of obsession and sleepless nights

- Her call sign Riot is NOT because she’s a riot (well she is), the story is even better. It involves a SAS rookie op in Turkey, staging a riot in a prison, breaking Soap out of the prison’s infirmary and a stunt leaping from a roof Soap still has nightmares about.

- She has a fucked up knee since then (and will keep fucking it up more, you’ll see)

- Likes very spicy food but can’t have cilantro: tastes and smells like trash to her (she has that gene, yeah)

- Has PTSD from the op in Transnistria, has flashbacks and breakdowns sometimes, but is determined to keep going. Price is surprised/pleased to learn that she goes to therapy weekly, instead of the mandatory once a month (he had to drag Soap and Ghost to go even once a month, specially after Las Almas which is why Price has deemed it necessary; Gaz goes bi-weekly)

- Got licensed as a drone pilot after a bad op with her previous unit, HeadHunters, where she was on medical leave for three months. She was bored out of her mind not doing anything, so she signed up for a course.

- Hates her last Captain with the passion of a burning sun, dreaming of putting a bullet to his skull. Price understands and approves (he despises him too), just warned her to not be caught if they happen to cross him (he has an alibi prepared).

[zenixromeave]

zane skins/designs review!

first MCD appearance/wedding/white +gold

This is ugly as sin to be completely honest.

Okay, looking a little harder it isn’t THAT bad. The white and gold are clearly reminiscent of royalty and status, but the chosen yellow is far too on the lime green side of the spectrum to be recognizable as gold or have the same beauty as gold does. The belt looks bad, it doesn’t fit the rest of the outfit well and it would probably have given more of a priest/nun look if it weren’t present and his clothes were implied to be more drapey. This far back in his character design, his hair was also very light, giving it more of an impression of being gray than black, which thankfully she fixes eventually. The shading on the clothing- both white and gold- is very harsh and uses some really bad yellow tones (when shading with yellow, it is almost never good to take the color just closer to black, instead, making it more orange and a little darker usually makes a more aesthetically appealing color.)

There are admittedly some good, iconic features present in this design which just weren’t fully polished yet. Personally, I really like the idea of the hood, as it’s a common motif in a lot of religious clothing I feel like. Also, it looks cool, and goes well with him having a mask and covering himself.

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main outfit (MCD)

The monochrome of this outfit works really well. All of the blacks and greys are slightly blue, lending themselves to suit his eyes nicely. The shading is nice as well. While the outfit looks good, I don’t feel the same about his face. His eyes could provide a nice pop of color, and since his clothes are tinted blue it should work, but the blue of his eyes is far too dull and light to provide any contrast or pop. Since his eyes and skin have nearly the same gray undertones, his eyes don’t pop as much as they should in a monochromatic design like this. “Also, they look like pajamas” - my boyfriend

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other main outfit (??? this one’s white)

“This one is super ugly” - my bf

The blue crosses are too similar in color to his eyes, it draws your attention to his knees instead of his face and eyes. I think his eyes work better in this outfit though with all the white, and I like the gloves. The strap around his chest is not really recognizable as a strap and the colors in the sword are obviously awful. The brown is really bright, as is the greenish-blue color of the sword (dagger?) Also, the amount of armor and weaponry in this outfit doesn’t really make sense for him considering he rarely fights. The boots/pants situation confuses me, I don’t know what’s going on there. Are they really short shoes and black pants of almost the same color? Visually confusing and ugly. His hair is still a little bit too gray.

His mask looks like it’s really long and with a cross on it. I think that looks really good. Shoulder pads are weirdly small as well, looks goofy.

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rebirth

Why did she make him sexy. Whats her issue

I like the belt/strap details, they add some well needed texture to the previous design. The pants/shoes situation is still confusing and hard to tell what’s what. Finally, she’s utilizing his eyes as a proper pop of color. Personally, I would make them more on the purplish side of blue, but the green tint does match his sword, so that’s a nice touch. 

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Jury of nine transformation (I think?)

He’s big. You can’t see his face. He’s evil. Very sexy of him.

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season 3 (shadow knight armor)

I really like the purples in this one, and I think the shading is nice. I think the red should have probably been toned down a little because it’s very harsh and yet again draws attention away from his face. I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again, the full gem swords are ugly as shit. No escaping it. They’re all bad and look tacky.

The reasoning for why his mask is shaped that way still eludes me. He’s wearing all armor in this outfit, so the same hoodie-scarf-mask made of fabric he usually wears makes even less sense. There’s definitely cooler ways to cover his face, use some creativity. At this point, she was only giving him a mask because it was an established part of his character, not because it served any narrative or aesthetic purposes.

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beach episode (side stories)

trans ? why is he wearing that.

The shorts and top have no shading. Other than that, there isn’t much clothing to critique so... overall I think it’s kinda cute. The colors are pretty balanced, and I appreciate giving him some kind of shirt even at the beach, considering he’s usually covered head-to-toe. Not the kind of guy who should have abs though. Not everyone is Grey Fullbuster, Jess.