#i think i’m going more grunge actually

[urbanfiltered]

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[st4rbwrry]

COZY ☆ sasuke uchiha.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. nurse sasuke misses touching you.

     ‍ ☆. warnings — 2.1k. pwp. fem!reader, lowercase intended, pleasure!dom, sub reader, eats through the panties, teasing, praise, overstimulation, fingering, slow missionary, soft spoken sasuke ofc, clit spanks, neediness, face grabbing/smacking, pet names [ baby/babe, princess, pretty ] ,black coded. minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs & comments are appreciated. for you, my pretty @sailewhoremoon

“hey, sweetheart.”

your tall boyfriend with messy hair emerges past the front door to greet you with a lopsided grin. he’s dressed in his usual attire; light blue scrubs while carrying a beige tote bag over his shoulder he sets down by the door after kicking his crocs off, a pile of three books clutched in his long fingers and underarms. he finds you sitting on the couch watching coraline in the darkish living room, holding a tub of ice cream in your hand and waving your spoon as you talked. only dressed in lilac panties and a vintage biker tee that’s like ten years old. feet propped on the coffee table as you enjoyed your movie on your day off.

“you’re home early. how was class?”

“interesting. i have a physiology final friday so the professor let us go early.”

nodding, your eyes drift. “whatcha got there?”

sasuke raises his brows, following the trail of your eyesight to see you looking at the books he had. “oh! i stopped by to get a few more supplies for class and found these novels i wanted us to read this weekend.”

his heavy body walks toward you, steps creaking the floor as he ruffled his black hair and hands you the novels. you set your ice cream aside to observe. sasuke’s crouched in front of you on his knees while he gets comfortable and rests his head on your pudgy stomach. you giggle from the gesture, scanning the grunge book covers on them all.

“dark fantasy this week, huh?”

his hands smooth up and down the outside of your smooth thighs, nodding his head. “you’ve been into that lately. look what you’re watching now. your third time this month, actually.”

you nod frantically, setting the books aside. “only because—okay, listen! i’m trying to analyze all the things i missed. there’s this theory that coraline didn’t actually seal the door.”

“why’s that? didn’t she get rid of the key?”

“yes! but in the end, right. notice when the camera pans out that it shows her parents’ garden. it shows her face, the same way it did in the other side. right. also, the cat fucking disappears through the sign at the end remember? and he could only do that in the other world!”

“mhmm!” sasuke raises his brow and making a sound that he understands, listening to you, barely that is considering he’s not looking at you at all. focused on his hands massaging your thighs and getting closer to your inner thighs, kissing your knee gently.

you frown. “baby, you’re not listening.”

sasuke raises his head, blinking. “i am. finish, babe.”

“okay, so!” the excitement picks back up in your tone, rambling on more. “point is, coraline never left from the other world and she only thinks that she did because she's in a fake copy of her own world somewhere behind the door. also if you notice, every single time she goes into the tunnel, it’s gets longer, which means she’s going deeper . . . ”

“what’s that smell?” sasuke interrupts, face completely unfocused. as much as he loves to hear your rambles and theories about your favorite movie, he’s too entranced by the way your skin smells right now, hiking your shirt to your midsection and seeing the sparkly belly piercing you have, leaning closer to lay his head there.

“ ‘ke,” your frown deepens, wishing he’d pay attention. you were super excited to tell him about this but he wasn’t listening to you. silence shadows you when you notice how much darker his eyes become, sucking in a breath the harder his thumbs knead into the flesh of your inner thighs, sasuke’s hands nearly gripping underneath your knees to hike your legs onto his shoulders. absentmindedly, your body sinks lower for him to accommodate, his face inching closer to your clothed cunt rapidly dampening as he releases a raspy moan.

“what is it? it’s driving me crazy.”

“t-that rihanna perfume i got at the flee market, remember? the red one.”

“fuck,” it’s like your sixth sense kicks in and you could practically tell that his dick just twitched in his pants, his hips pressing against the edge of the couch, close to grinding against it. sasuke loses his mind with the next thing you say. it coming out like you knew exactly what he was thinking right now. 

“just put your mouth on it,” it’s soft the way it comes out, perceiving. you sound as if you’ve been waiting for him to do it while also being needy for it. i missed you, is what he says in his head. and you knew that. could read it in his eyes that are low and longing for physical touch. he’s been touching all these bodies but yours, having enough of class and needing you. 

an undefeated grin sinks on his face, trying to keep that act up when you knew damn well how feral he’s feeling deep within. sasuke doesn't say a word, pushing your legs further back and craning his neck to drop his thick tongue onto your covered pussy, fabric sliding along his tongue as he licks a rough, long stripe over the entirety of your cunt. a whimper escapes the two of you in sync, his mouth suctioning your hidden clit, saliva soaking your lilac panties and sucking hard. your knees jerk from the feeling, hips grinding on his face. sasuke keeps his eyes on yours, releasing his mouth with a loud, wet pop and spanking your clit three times hard. he avoids where you craved him the most, playing with the thin band, moving it aside to catch a quick lick, dragging it side to side over your folds and sloppily kissing at your inner thighs.

“ ‘ke, stop teasing and eat it,” you whine, taking your hands to hold your own legs up, biting your lip, eyes glossy.

“i didn’t hear a please. you know i don’t like that.”

you hated giving him the satisfaction of begging sometimes because he tends to take advantage of it. he knows how badly you loved getting your pussy ate, and its embarrassing really. but he couldn't blame you when he did it so good. you’d cry for it, get mad if he doesn't do it or initiate it, didn’t offer after your period ends, when you’re sad or having a bad day. he will purposely make you beg for it even if he planned on doing it all along. 

you take too long, and he’s extremely impatient. sasuke slips your panties to the side and slides his two middle fingers deep into your creamy cunt, white substance coating his slim fingers, hearing it squelch as he gently curls them upward to hit that spot. he raises his brow, still waiting. your thighs shake when he smacks your outer thigh, the impact stinging. your back arches. “c’mon, girl.”

“please, please, pleaseee baby.”

“i can eat it, princess?” sasuke smirks like an asshole. 

fuck you. “yessss, yes, please!”

sasuke slurps at your clit greedily, destined to make you cum so he can drink it all. your pupils shift white once they roll back, clawing at your own thighs and prolonging his name in a content moan. its really wet, the sound so loud it bounces off the wall even with the movie playing on low in the background. sasuke thrusts his fingers slowly in and out, kissing at your pussy, sucking hard on your clit and pulling it with his lips, even uses the point of his tongue to flick at the throbbing bud. you can’t speak when you cum, your boyfriend moaning into your sweet pussy the minute you tug at his silky hair and hang your mouth wide open, squealing and closing your legs around his head. 

“good girl,” sasuke’s voice is deep and primal. he swallows down his gift, chin doused and lips shiny. he continues to thrust his fingers, your walls clenching tight on them as he hovers over you to stick his tongue in your mouth and kiss you. your eyes falter closed in bliss as you suck on his tongue and kiss back, rocking against his fingers. “taste that? that’s all you. ain’t it good?”

“mm hmm,” your attentive hands reach forward to tug down his scrubs, dick springing free and slapping hard onto his abdomen. sasuke’s stomach rolls inwardly from the freedom, thick vein pulsating on the right side of his cock leading up to the bubblegum pink tip, wanting more than anything to suck on it like a lollipop. the way he’s looking though? it’s not happening. maybe later in the shower. he straightens his back to lift off his top, chest bare to you now, his pretty vanilla skin gleaming from the low lighting coming from the kitchen and television. 

“look at her wantin’ more,” sasuke hums, thumb circling your sensitive clit and you jolt. sasuke bends his neck to spit between your legs, saliva hitting your mound and streaming down before he gathers it with two fingers and plunges them back into you, pushing your left leg back and fucking them fairly quick into you. he has his right knee indented into the sofa, messy black hair hanging around his clenched jaw, his brother’s necklace dangling. “nng you’re so much tighter, baby.”

“ ‘ke,” again, his name is the only thing you can conjure. sasuke locks his lips with yours roughly, whimpering in his mouth with his dick jumping against your thigh. “g’na cummm!”

“lemme have it,” its sort of a struggle to pump his fingers because of how tight you grip on it, despite it, he applies more force. he’d be a fool to ruin your orgasm. he loved pulling that out of you more than anything. gasping loud, you push at his exposed chest and trap his forearm with your spasming legs, screaming out the faster he fucks you. “mmm, thank you pretty.”

his next moves are haste, picking you off the sofa just to lay you flatly on your back before situating himself between, heavy cock pulsating and slapping the head on your clit a few times before he gently eases his way into your gaping hole. so fucking slick it drives him wild. still coming down from your previous high, your eyes are lazy as you hold your arms to your chest and watch him with fascination. the pretty man hovering above you hissing the deeper he sinks into your tight pussy, groaning loudly when he’s reached his peak. he’s become immobile like you have, the two of you needing nothing else to say, just wanting to relish the pleasure. sasuke’s hips roll back before he pistons forward, hips interacting, keeping his pace slow and hard to feel it all. it’s been a while since he’s taken his time with you. always rushing sex nowadays since he’s busy with classes and you’re constantly working. he missed you so damn much it was painful sometimes.

he has both your knees pressed to your chest, the two of you looking where you met, his dick coated in your juices and moving sensually into you. your cries are music to his ears, leaning forward to whimper and moan into your mouth. he fucks you a little faster, choking up from your third orgasm already building up. it’s insane how many times he can make you cum in one session. and you knew this wasn’t going to be the last today. he’s free for the next two days, and so are you since you requested off for a mental day. what’s mental is that you’re going to get your brains fucked out by your horny boyfriend all weekend.

“fuck, cum with me, please baby,” sasuke pants, fucking you harder the closer he gets. he interlocks one of your hands together and pins it above you head while your free one strokes at your clit. pain and pleasure mixing into one. “so fuckin’ good to me, baby. love you.”

“i love you too, ‘ke,” tears well in your eyes, holding eye contact as your mouths breathe into each others, reaching your climax at the same time. wrapping your legs around his waist, you hold him close to you as a note for him not to pull out, sasuke cussing like a sailor as he cums inside, filling you with a generous amount of cum. your orgasm shocks you, balling up into his chest and grinding on his dick. sasuke heaves, roughly grabbing your face to kiss you hard, gently smacking the side of your face with a proud grin. it’s a thank you. he does it every time he cums and it’s the best reward. your lips are pouty like a goldfish since he’s squeezing your cheek, pecking your lips once more and staying inside of you as he lays his head on your chest. both of you smiling and watching the end credits of coraline while you play with his hair, chain cold on your collarbone.

[tenjikyu]

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ bonten!mikey x male!rockstar!reader , reader plays guitar in a band , reader dresses more grunge as that’s the bands theme , think nana osaki from nana bc she’s the inspo for the fic , very lighthearted, tryna let poor bonten!mikey catch a break , slight sexual references but nothing actually happens , bonten is a lil ooc bc they all act like family but it’s okay bc it’s bonten.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BONTEN ARC, NOT REALLY BUT WARNING JUST IN CASE. (honestly it’s not spoilers at all bc it’s pretty fanon in comparison to the canon bonten timeline.)

“cmon mikey, get outta the apartment for once in your life that isn’t to go to headquarters!” rindou pouts at his boss.

manjiro really didn’t know what he expected when he decided all the executives should move into a massive penthouse together. sure it was good for his health to be around others and not coop himself up in agony, but he didn’t exactly like the idea of being dragged out whenever his lackeys felt like it.

“not intrested, leave me alone.” manjiro says, attempting to make his way to his bedroom. to go see a band he rarely listened to? who goes to a concert when you don’t give a shit about them to begin with?

sure he’s heard all about the gorgous female lead singer and the hot as fuck guitarist. (Y/N), right? manjiro couldn’t remember nor did he really care to.

“but i bought us all front row tickets to see Black Rose so we could witness how hot Hiroko Asato issss” ran attempted to persuade the stubborn bonten leader.

it wasn’t working.

“i’m looking forward to seeing her outfits up close. from what i’ve heard, she wears pure designer.” kokonoi adds onto the conversation.

“cmon mikey, it’s only one night. if you hate it that much i can drive you back to the penthouse.” kakucho, ever the resolver, bargains with the pouting leader.

“…” manjiro stays silent. ‘it’s just one night i guess, plus it means that i’d have them off my ass for at least a month’ he reasons with himself.

“alright, let’s get going then.” he says, the rest of the executives silently fist bumping the air rn.

the wait to get into the stadium was a bitch, however with a little bit of force, the bonten executives managed to get inside ahead of time.

koko ordered the drinks, kakucho and mochi reserved the spots and the haitani brothers were chatting up some vip ladies in scandalous dresses. meanwhile mikey is . . .

umm . . .

wait.

“oh, hey! are you lost..?”

you do your best to keep cool with the fact that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in japan was in your personal changing room.

“the show doesn’t start for another 2 hours, can i help you to your seat? i wouldn’t mind.” you offer, keeping careful of how you talk.

the hotshots of bonten’s identities had been long revealed to the public, however people were too afraid to really report their whereabouts to authorities. many stories of people who had revealed their location that day were swiftly eliminated, even before the news of their position were made public.

and so, knowing that the tatoo on this rather depressed looking man’s neck was a bad sign, you decided to just adhere to whatever he might need.

you were already dressed, the iconic vivienne westwood jewellery hanging from every inch of your body. each member of your band had a significant brand to them, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to be seen decked out in the iconic space themed jewellery. you had always loved the style, and it seemed the mafia boss was equally as intrigued in your designer pieces. you even had their logo imprinted onto your guitar.

“no, i’m okay.” manjiro only replied, his eyes not leaving the necklace that rested gently on your chest.

he didn’t really know why he snuck into the private quarters of the band. perhaps it was to escape his ever-so-annoying underlings?

or perhaps, a little part of him wanted to catch a glimpse of you.

apart from the obvious favourite of the band, the lead singer AS well as the only girl in the band, you were a favourite among listeners.

you had women and men alike screaming your name and begging for skin-on autographs. despite being a dude yourself, you had other guys begging you to sign their tailbone (which you had to politely decline).

manjiro understood why, as you were definitely easy on the eyes. your amazing sense of fashion and your toned body didn’t help.

“uhm.. are you feeling okay? you seem a bit dazed.” you question. in reality, the man was just dead on staring into your soul, scaring the living shit outta you.

“yes, i’m alright.” he finally responds.

.

. .

. . .

“here, take a seat.” you finally break the silence. why was he here? you didn’t think that a guy like him would have time to sit around some flashy concert. sure, you were a big band but let’s be real, shouldn’t he be at his headquarters shooting peoples heads in?

alas, you knew better then to question it.

and so, you order in some glasses of alcohol and begin chatting. you spoke about your career, how your band came to be and about dreams.

you aren’t entirely sure why you were discussing this sort of shit with a random mafia leader who could probably give less then a shit about you, however he seemed almost enamoured with your conversation.

you felt bad for talking his ear off, especially since you now only had about 45 minutes till showtime and you STILL hadn’t tuned your guitar, however he didn’t seem to care.

everytime you stopped talking, manjiro almost.. glared? at you? as if he was offended that you stopped talking.

unbeknownst to you, manjiro loved listening to you talk. the way you worded things and your voice overall was heavenly to his ears.

the piercings that decorated your skin were appealing to the man. the chain from your ear to you lips especially looked so… attractive to him.

“(Y/N) C’MON, WE’RE ON IN 10” you could hear toru, your drummer, scream out to you.

“SHIT! MY GUITAR” you freaked. HOW did you forget your guitar??

“i’ll come visit after the show.” manjiro says, exiting the room.

“oh, oka-“ before you had the chance to finish your sentence, he vanished.

well, now you couldn’t WAIT for the show to finish!

after the show had ended, you packed up the rest of your gear. your manager had popped in and taken your stage clothes back to the studio before bidding farewell.

as you sat around in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt (inspo - don’t feel like you have to imagine this.) , you paitently waited for the white haired mafia boss to sneak back into your private room.

why were you even waiting? he was probably bullshitting you anyways. why would someone as busy as manjiro sano give a fuck about what you were doi-

“yo.” a cheeky grin graces his face, looking back at you.

note to self : doubt gets you nowhere!

“hey manjiro, enjoy the show?” you ask the man, automatically getting comfortable in his presence. you didn’t exactly know why you felt so relaxed around him, considering his rather infamous reputation, but you just did.

“yeah, you’re certainly the best in your band though. could go solo and still be famous if you wanted.” he replies, automatically heating your face up.

“cmon (Y/N), let’s get going already. i’m tired.” he winged to you in a childlike manner.

“okay.. WAIT—HUH?? where am i going?” you shriek, having no idea that he actually PLANNED to leave this place with you in tow.

“back to my place. duh. i don’t just talk to anybody for fun unless i plan to shoot them in the head an hour later.” he responds in a nonchalant voice.

this boy is gonna be the death of you, literally or figuratively? only time will tell.

regardless of how much you declined the offer, the man ends up dragging you out to the expensive limo that was owned by bonten. not only were you dragged into the car, you were squished in between the boss and 2nd in command of the syndicate, haruchiyo sanzu.

not that you were complaining, the pink haired dude was hot as fuck.

there were many things that occurred that night :

• at 1am, you arrived at their shared headquarters, completely baffled that they all lived together. you decided that you would NOT mention anything that might offend anyone in the room right now.

• at 2am, you were drinking alcohol more pricey then your stage guitar. you weren’t by any means on the poor side, but these men lived a new version of luxury.

• at 3am, you were playing pool with the haitani brothers and sanzu. you lost. miserably.

• at 4am, you were half naked and making out with manjiro sano on his own bed. you didn’t expect the high and mighty manjiro sano to be so submissive in the bedroom.

wait…

“HUH??” WHY WERE YOU IN MANJIRO SANO’S BEDROOM?? WHY WERE YOU IN NOTHING BUT BOXERS?? WHY DID MANJIRO SANO HAVE BITE MARKS ALONG HIS NECK??

“relax dummy, nothing went beyond tongue action.” a mop of platinum hair grumbles beneath the duvet covers.

thank fuck.

‘wait. what time is it?’ you ponder, taking a look at the clock next to the bed. 3:45pm. just how much did you drink to wake up this late?

before you had anymore time to think about it, you feel a thin but strong arm yank you back under the covers,

and come face to face with a pouty mafia leader.

as if on instinct, you pull his head gently into your chest, cradling his head like he’s a porcelain doll. his arms wrap around you as he nuzzled into your body closer, seeking your warmth and comfort.

it doesn’t quite dawn on you that your cuddling a man you literally met yesterday. not because you’re naive or dense, but because it just felt right to be in each others arms.

it’s not until mochi wakes the both of you up for dinner that you reopen your eyes, realising you hadn’t moved since you got dragged down.

it’s an all out war getting manjiro to leave his bed, but when you’re swiftly abducted by the haitani brothers, he’s up and ready, chasing the idiots around claiming they ‘stole his baby.”

well, that’s one way to get a boyfriend!

[7ndipity]

Their S/o Has An Alternative Style

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would react to their S/o having an alternative/emo/grunge style

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

Masterlist

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Jin: Although I think he tends to prefer slightly more ‘girly’ styles, and might’ve been slightly intimidated at first, he can’t deny that he kinda loves how badass you look and comes to be a big fan of your style.

Yoongi: He doesn’t really have a preference what kind of style his partner has, so long as they’re happy and comfortable, but I do think he would secretly think you look kinda cool.

Hobi: I think he’d be pretty into it! He personally prefers more of the streetwear style, but he can definitely appreciate the vibe/look you’re going for.

Namjoon: Similar to Yoongi, I think he’s pretty neutral about his partner’s style, unless it was like super elaborate, but even then he still loves that you have your own unique style.

Jimin: I think I’ve said before that he tends to prefer softer, cuter looks, but he would absolutely love this! He loves how cool and edgy you look(might even borrow a few pieces too if you let him)

Taehyung: I actually think he would really love it? Like he has his own distinct style, so he would love that you have your own specific look too.

Jungkook: I’m sorry, I think you just described his soulmate? Like this is his perfect aesthetic, and having a partner that shares his style would just have him like 😍 He loves it, no question.

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[nostalgicish]

thinking abt fic ideas as someone who can’t write is painful…. like. i’m obsessed w modern aus rn

(i have a few mutuals that write so if you guys wanna……….. 👀 take inspiration from this…… 👀 tag me so i can read it !!)

Lance and Hunk work at a library and like to people watch, guessing what genres they like to read. a grunge/punk guy with the worst RBF walks in and they’re really surprised to see he’s checking out classic romance literature.

idk something with public transportation? like they take the same train/bus/subway every day but they never actually talk— just eyes that meet occasionally and a polite smile but nothing more. until one day, the other guy just.. stops showing up? and Lance is pretty bummed but what can he do? (and then he sees a familiar mop of black hair at the grocery store or a café or something and is like “!! it’s you!!”)

The trio go out to see the next installment of their favorite movie series, but Lance keeps sneaking out of the theater to buy more snacks (and definitely not to talk to the hot guy running the concession stand)

Keith works at a convenience store/gas station and this tall, beautiful man comes in occasionally, but no matter what he buys, he always always always gets a bag of candy that just so happens to be Keith’s favorite too— he always has a bag at his station so he can snack on it throughout his shift. One day, the man is in line without the candy and he honestly looks like shit— he’s definitely not his usual, happy self. Keith asks about the candy. The man replies, “Oh, i couldn’t find any today... You guys must be out.” So Keith gives him a bag from his stash. “You look like you need it more than me.”

Lance goes to the campus library to check out books for his literature class, but every single time, without fail, someone else has taken the last copy. “What do you mean someone else checked out the last copy?? Who??” “That guy.” *insert Keith* (it would be funnier if Keith isn’t even reading them for class, he’s just reading classic literature for funsies)

Lance checks out a novel from the library and there’s an envelope inside with a name written neatly on the front of it. it looks like it’s important so he resolves to find and return the envelope to K. Kogane, whoever that is (another library one?? yeah sorry idc i love public libraries and books and love stories . sue me.)

Keith is a barber/hairdresser and Lance’s regular stylist isn’t available so he’s stuck with Keith -OR- Lance takes his nephew to get his hair cut and Keith looks kinda scary but he’s actually?? really good with kids?? (insert mullet joke here)

Keith meets Pidge’s friends from a different class. Keith is super into Pidge’s hot, tall friend but is discouraged from acting on it because he’s constantly glued to Hunk’s side and making comments like “this is why I love you, Hunky” and (wrongfully) assumes they’re dating (but Lance is just that kind of guy! yk! he says “ily” to his friends all the time!)

bartender Keith is so good but think abt bartender Lance……… yeah….. need i say more??

[devil-doll13]

Some House of Wax/Sinclair Brothers Headcanons I’ve had in my head that I’ve already shared w the server but… The rest of the world deserves to know.

Related to gif, Vincent is the ‘medical expert’ of the house solely because he’s the one who knows the human body/first aid the best. I mean, in the movie we see him stitching up those wounds on what’s-his-face pretty neatly, right? This is also part of the reason why he automatically reaches for Bo during this scene.

Given his birth date was sniffed out by fans before me (1970) and this man looks like he’s a cosplayer sometimes, I truly believe Bo idolised Elvis Presley as a kid, and maybe a bit as an adult as well. He still enjoys listening to rock n’ roll from that era when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, or doing his business™️ in his sex dungeon/basement, that’s when the Marilyn Manson comes on.

All of them have had an alt phase of some sort. For Vincent it was goth, for Bo it was rivethead/industrial rock and for Lester it was grunge.

Les is also down bad fucking horrendous for alt people in general. Yes, he has magazines stuffed down his sofa, yes, they used to be Bo’s.

Bo is allergic to nuts. He also gets really nasty hay fever. I also think possibly him having sensory issues/picky eater could’ve led to meltdowns as we see in the opening. And really, it’s the 1970s/80s do you expect his parents to understand or sympathise?

In contrast, Lester has the constitution of a Greek god somehow and has probably eaten some absolutely vile shit as a kid.

I know most people interpret Vince as sweet and shy but… While I do think he’s more measured and withdrawn compared to Bo, I also think being the ‘favourite’ in terms of being Trudy’s little art prodigy contributed to a sort of spoilt brattiness esp as a kid. (Exhibit A: The ‘Bo Sux’ fridge art in the opening) As an adult, there’s still a sense of entitlement to him. What I’m saying is that he’s an insufferable art nerd lol. He definitely isn’t toothless and his arguments with Bo aren’t necessarily one-sided, he’s just capable of ignoring him when he wants to; he’s used to his twin, after all. While I do think he’s capable of being soft, don’t forget this man killed a woman in cold blood and recorded it. I also think he can get snippy enough during arguments to combat Bo’s generally sharp tongue.

Speaking of which, everyone in the (surviving) family knows ASL. It’s necessary when communicating with Vincent.

Again with how prolific a killer Vincent is, I suspect he may be the one who does the most murder out of all of them. Bo is the handsome ‘face’ of Ambrose, and Vincent is right under the seedy underbelly with a knife, ready to spill guts (and then sew it up again once he’s got them in the workshop). Lester is similar to Bo in that he mostly just guides people toward the town, but I do think he gets his own notions sometimes.

From a more x reader perspective, Bo strikes me as a man who’s most charming when he’s not trying to be. Of course he can put on an act for victims/tourists, but those are just empty words, y’know? Also, has a kinda cheesy side.

I know everyone has Jonesy as Lester’s dog but… I think she’s really Vincent’s. In the movie, she’s always seen with Vin or in the house of wax itself, it’s only when he dies that she goes to Lester. I actually think Les is a cat person (tell me he wouldn’t actually encourage their hunting habits for his own personal collection…) while Vin is a dog person. Also, hot take I think Bo loves snakes and reptiles.

Given that the House of Wax and Ambrose itself is a big ol’ art project, and we’ve seen the state of the church (permanently in the middle of dead ass crusty Trudy’s funeral) I think there may be a sort of difficulty letting go of their past in the brothers, maybe some hoarding as well (I mean we haven’t even seen some of the other houses in Ambrose but this is just speculation). We get the sense that Ambrose is a place where time stands still, forever, until its conservationists finally die. Idk I’m talking out my ass here

[donutz]

Denji x 2000s! reader

Oh hey guys 😛

☆ Warningz - Not really a warning, but reader is gender neutral, though they dress feminine-like within the hotter and colder days, just more covered up on Winter and Fall. Just kind of giving the reader a specific style.

☆ Genre - Fluff ofc, romantic too (^_-)≡☆

@( o･ꎴ･)@ “Woah! Your shorts are.. Super short!”

“... Yeah, it’s 85 degrees outside..”

“It’s just.. I’ve never seen you more showy clothes..”

“You just dress so differently on the colder days..”

“Like um… Like grunge I think that’s what you call it…”

“Do you wanna come?”

“Huh! Oh yeah!”

Denji rushes over to you, excited to follow along with such a cool person.

“Did you shower?”

“...”

“Go shower Denji.”

He groans, keeping his unsatisfied sounds in his mouth. Then he slowly walks over to the shower, his slouched back showing he wasn’t happy.

----------------------

After 5 minutes of waiting, he came out.

Of the shower I mean.

You see his body covered with a towel, meaning he just got out.

You disgustingly squint your eyes and yelled at him to actually wash instead of soaking in water.

“I DID WASH!!”

“WITH SOAP?”

“...”

“GO SHOWER.”

“ >:(” Though he frowned, he did listen.

Damn.

He really wanted to go shopping with you.

After 15 minutes, you assumed he used soap this time. But you don’t want to risk it, so you give him a smell inspection.

No, not in a weird way, just to make sure that he actually washed.

“Hm. You smell clean, did you put on deodorant?”

“Yeah! I remembered this time!”

You start to feel his hands, wondering if he put on lotion.

“Oh wow, you remembered lotion too?”

“... Uh yeah! I did..” His delayed reaction makes you doubt, but his soft hands say otherwise.

You look up at his face, detecting for any lies, but you could only detect distraction from your intertwined hands.

A deadpan appears on your face, before you give him a hug.

“Good job, just work on that washing with soap part yeah?” You whisper in his ear,

“.... Uhhh, yeahh…” He grows more astonished as he realizes your hugs are.. Well, for real!

You pull back while putting your hands on your hips, looking at a sleeping Aki and Power.

“I think Aki can handle her, maybe.”

“.. Ya think Aki will be mad at us?”

“Mm probably at you, but not me. I’m not sure why though, guess I’m just the favorite.”

“I’m glad I’m not.”

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

While walking over to the store, because driving would be too much in Tokyo, nobody disturbed you, as in talking to you.

You could hear the ‘quiet’ whispers of how ‘indecent’ you dressed as a teen.

Mind you even if the shorts are above your knees, your behind isn’t being shown, at all. The only other thing was a short sleeve, along with pretty accessories of course.

Denji frowns at the speech the old men and women speak, leaning to your ear to whisper—

“These oldies are saying a lot..”

“Leave them, it’s just old people being old. Always so judgemental to younger audiences.”

He looks at your face, surprised how well you took that.

“Woah, are you rich?” (He said this because of how you grouped your words together in that, ‘rich-like’ sentence).

“... Denji— we live in the same home??”

“Oh yeah!” He laughs.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You two arrive at the grocery store, getting what Aki said to.

“Can you get me some carrots, broccoli, and rice?”

Denji salutes in some way, stomping down his foot and rushes over to the sections regarding veggies and grain.

He’s cringey but it’s okay because it’s Denji.

You collect up on some waffles, milk, and a few stickers for Power.

It’s been 2 minutes, which doesn’t seem long but it is, as you two are in quite a small store.

You look in the aisles, but not seeing Denji.

 Finally, you find him sitting down on the floor.

“Get off the floor.”

“There’s no more rice :(”

“Did you find the carrots and broccoli?

He sniffs, “Yeah…”

“Then get up. We can find another store. Or ask if there’s some in the back.” (I don’t know if you can do that or if it’s okay in Japan, please don’t be mad).

“Okay D:”

You did end up getting your rice, with Denji clinging to your side every time you walked, unless you ‘assigned’ him something.

Whenever you were looking at what’s on the shelves, he was hugging you, holding your hand, just loving the affection you gave.

“Thank you for your purchase!” The elder man at the counter said.

“Of course, have a great time!” You responded.

You two walked out, with Denji being bedazzled at your kindness.

“Why aren't you like that with me..?”

“Because you aren’t an elderly man.”

“You were just shaming elderly men like an hour ago!”

“Shhhh, people are gonna shame me if you said that any louder.”

“...”

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Arriving home, you found Aki scrubbing peanut butter off of the kitchen counter.

While Power was staring at the TV.

Hm.. I think Aki ‘spilt’ that.

A/N|| Uhm, no me posting this doesn’t announce that I’m back for sure. I just got a sudden urge to write, and an idea. Sorry (⌒_⌒;)

[bitciziad]

got cockblocked by art block i fear

anyway pathetic loser doodles + other drawings under the cut while i work through it and back with yet more music stuck in my head like a broken record;

bitciziad rambling nonsense btw bc i like talking to u maybe probably : binge’s radio station moment of last week was pretty ricky lyrics 24/7 (i dont know why bc i haven’t even listened to them in y e a r s it hit me out of the blue i was over here thinking “yessirrr”, “hotter than a bisquick biscuit out the oven”, “i’m rolling down 95”, “dudes on my chevy, girls in my chevy” etc. for forever with other stupid shit y’all know how your brain gets when you have relentless music stuck in your head)

this week is smashing pumpkins (and sublime like always) so the drawing below is bc of that cuz i reference a song or something every single time somehow with no relevance even in an entirely unrelated post/comment and i forget we aren’t mentally connected and you might not know what i’m thinking/referencing no matter how obscure it is (yet.. we aren’t on the same wavelength YET… just u wait tho) BUT it’s temporary give me like a week or two and i won’t have radio static on repeat i will be a functioning member of society but unfortunately for those of y’all that read my post all the way through u weren’t spared my nonsense whatsoever have a complimentary water or redbull or something from me to u

OKAY BUT DOL i’m going to forget this as soon as i post but how neat would a drawing of some of the DoL characters be of like smashing pumpkin faces (not the band i mean like actual pumpkins but yes 100% inspired by once again music i was thinking of/listening to i promise it’s relevant to the rambling this time. idk i haven’t even touched the game in a month i’m just drawing some characters and thinking of building another world unrelated to my other ocs)

ima just use kylar as an example cuz he is the only one i can draw rn but like one of those graphic in-your-face style dynamic poses (ex: falling into the canvas) that kinda takes up the whole canvas but it’s a splattered pumpkin face with a grunge(? not really the word i’m tryna say but yeah) vibe and add some word or something in those big bold letters across the page, like the word “disarm” idk (i’m using bits and pieces of this blog as an excuse to ramble atp)

+ one more sketch featuring other unrelated things but there is one kylar at least im just feelin’ lazy with it LMAOOO

idk what’s up with my timeline thing i don’t see like 80% of my mutuals’/people i follow posts but i will fix it (insert saluting emoji cuz i can’t find it rn)

[nero1forte]

persona 3 music headcanons

(yay)

i’m taking in the time period the game takes place. (2009-2010ish) also. idk what type of music was popular in japan, so i’m just going off of western music :^)

Makoto

Ok. so i might be projecting a bit on this one, but he listens to early 2000’s emo/grunge/rock music.

A few bands i’m specifically thinking: mcr, deftones (i know im sorry but cmon), green day, maybeee the cure idk

He’ll really listen to anything though. if he doesn’t like something that’s put on he won’t say anything to the person. just. internalize how much he hates it

Makoto also listens to instrumentals. he likes to turn his brain off and do stuff around the dorm or just sit in his room. songs with lyrics sometimes are too overwhelming in those specific instances

Junpei

Junpei definitely listens to bands like Linkin Park and The Offspring. Maybeeee some rap here and there too

“SHAWTYS LIKE A MELODY IN MY HEAD” (thinks of Chidori when he listens to that song)

He def has “concerts” in his room where he blasts his music and sings obnoxiously loud

I feel like he’d also secretly like some pop music, but he’d never admit it

Yukari

She listens to whatever’s popular at the moment but she definitely has some favorite bands/artists

Mainly listens to female artists (P!NK? maybe avril lavigne)

Lovesss pop music and love songs (Junpei teases her for liking love songs and it makes her SO MAD)

Aigis

Aigis doesn’t really care what music is playing. But she has a tendency to… over explain things about the music.

Will give unnecessary info about the artist that is currently playing

She’ll also try to find songs she thinks the others will like based on the stuff they play around her

Shes basically like the DJ thing on spotify

Fuuka

I can see Fuuka liking music with lots of different instruments. But also liking softer songs (idk if she’d listen to this band but my first thought was songs like Never Shout Never makes)

Prefers live recordings and acoustic versions of songs

She usually lets the others pick out music when they’re listening together and generally likes anything (unless it’s super heavy)

Her and Yukari like a lot of the same music. Junpei also tries to get her to listen to more rock

Akihiko

Aki doesn’t really listen to music… He either does things in silence or turns the radio on a random station

He goes to Power Records and buys CDs based on the cover art

If someone plays a song and he likes how it sounds, he’ll awkwardly go up to them and ask them what the song is called

Mitsuru

Mitsuru is a bit hard to place for me. But I feel like she would mainly listen to classical music (on the rare occasions she does listen to music)

She doesn’t have CDs, a radio or an MP3 player. But she definitely has a record player and collects records

Like Fuuka, she’ll usually let the underclassmen pick out music to play and some of the lyrics make her question the things they’re into…

Shinji

Shinji listens to very very very underground stuff. (can’t decide if he would listen to 90s rock or not.)

He tried to show his music to Aki ONE TIME. Aki immediately hated it

No specific bands or songs rlly come to mind

I imagine the stuff he likes is … very hard to listen to :)

He also hates pop music with a passion

Kotone

She’s like a mix of Yukari and Makoto

The type of person to listen to anything… ANYTHING. and most likely enjoy it

Kotone is also one of the only people who actually likes Shinjis obscure ass music

Ken

Ken. Idk.

He seems like the type to not really care about music honestly

Just. Listens to whatever the others put on without much objection

[harrowedsoup]

I think modern Harrow should fall more into grunge punk than straight up goth.

Canon Harrow’s Look is a mix of caring very deeply about appearances/ not giving a single shit. Her face paint? Matter a whole lot. Her actual clothes? Don’t seem to care besides wanting to look the part.

I can still a Modern AU Harrow without the deeply held beliefs connected to the face paint not wearing any makeup OR going really heavy with it but not ‘pretty’ makeup that makes her skin glow or whatever the fuck. Like she could , she has the skill, but I see her doing her makeup in the ‘wrong’ way and with the ‘wrong’ products but she gets the results she wants (people usually leaving her alone)

I also refuse to believe ANY Harrow would dress nice by herself. Harrow is wearing old clothes in every AU ever. ‘What do you mean I have to throw this out because there is blood on it?’ Or ‘I don’t care that it has holes- the texture doesn’t make my skin crawl. I’m keeping it.’ She makes Gideon patch up her stuff if need be.

She already has a bunch of piercings so that already fits.

Not sure about boots- I think she’s bust her ass if she tried wearing ones with thick soles but boots last forever and she’d like that.

[naussensei]

I’ve been thinking about the kind of music geto might have listened to in high school and I get the sense that he would listen to a lot of alternative music. My first thought for something of that time period is Queens of the Stone Age, Foo Fighters, maybe even some Radiohead.

He’s an Aquarius so I think he would also listen to some bizarre stuff, perhaps something even heavier like Tool. Overall, I think he’d enjoy a wide variety of music in the general alternative rock/prog rock/metal genre, but he’d also be chill with listening to punk rock stuff too. He’d be the type of person that is more enthralled by the actual lyrics rather than only how something sounds, though a sick drum beat and guitar riff is a good initial hook for him. Idk I can go on forever about this really and obviously I’m not very familiar with any Japanese bands within these genres, but let me know your thoughts.

OMG I LOVE YOUR BRAIN! 🔥

And you took the words out of my mouth because I literally had Radiohead and Foo Fighters in my outline for Geto! But also other ones like Coldplay and Björk. Like you said, I think he would listen to a variety of music but also lean more towards the rock/alternative and even some metal/grunge. Also yeah! I’m sure he’d start listening to some rock/punk (probably courtesy of Gojo’s influence hahaha) I feel like Gojo would be into the kind of music skaters were into. More on the punk side but also maybe some hip hop and rock. Maybe some Beastie Boys even? Or something like Faith No More?

And yeah, I’m also not that well-versed in Japanese music if I’m being very honest 🙈I just remember some bands that were popular, even tho I wasn’t that much into them. But I gotta say, I’m having fun doing research on Japanese music and there really are some bangers out there, and I think a lot may fit Geto’s taste!

Thank you so much for sharing your hc! I love that we both thought of Radiohead and Foo Fighters. The shared braincell at work 😂

[lbukisgf]

Headcanons for Ayano

ayano aishi: headcannons!!

— yandere behaviors, not proofread. i assumed this was general hcs, btw.

note: i’m so sorry this took so long!! i’ve been having some really bad writers block recently, but i’m back for now :]

she definitely dresses in grunge! probably just more on the casual side

has several piercings, the one i love to hc her most with is snakebites!!

she may say she hates pink, but she definitely loves it.

paints her nails whenever they get long enough, and occasionally details them! like drawing a little cat or basic stripes and waves

she likes horror, whether it be books or movies

she definitely prefers reading over movies though

i feel like she’s great friends with musume & the other girls! she probably likes their company and likes going out with them.

i (personally) like to hc her as bisexual !!

she definitely asks herself why she likes taro sometimes. she can never figure out an answer though, not that she minds.

i feel like she likes rock, screamo, and metal— probably vocaloid too; if it sounds like the others do.

she seems like the type to wear sweaters in the middle of summer and somehow, she never sweats.

she swears like a sailor. we all know it.

she gets bored easily, it’s also hard for her to focus— unless it’s taro she’s thinking about.

she’s found herself stalking taro, unintentionally. and actually she panics when she finally realizes just how long she’s been following him.

she’s actually great friends with the rivals, oka, especially. she loves how soft and quiet she is, and she likes listening to her love of the occult.

she likes keeping her room dark and cold, mostly as a comfort thing, but also because it’s cozy.

she definitely has blackout curtains in her room, and sometimes she wakes up at 11:46 in the morning thinking it’s midnight. (blackout curtains are dangerous guys)

sleeps with a 15-pound weighted blanket.

definitely has really fluffy pillows and plenty of stuffed animals on her bed too.

— that’s all!!

lbukisgf Ⓒ 2023

[danganronpa96]

Hi Lenn! According to you, who would each DR69 and DR96 character listen to (musically speaking)? Who would be their favourite artist/favourite song? (just a silly question to distract me from chapter 4) (you guys need to pay my therapy/j)

Btw, thanks a lot, both to you and Rexx, for everything you do for the fic! I love your writing and also the amazing art!🫠❤️ We’ll patiently wait for chapter 5, but I’m sure it will be FANTASTIC, as always🥹 love ya🫶🏻

It’s funny how I received two similar music asks in a row, but because this one is actually a different question on the topic, I can answer this one separately!

However, since even the last music post had me in agony (/j), I don’t think I’m going to go through every single character’s individual favourite song and artist, and moreso just their music taste (especially since some characters would canonically listen to music from cultures or genres I don’t listen to or know much about myself).

DR96

Hayasaka - most people would say classical, but my big brain (/lh) has bestowed the headcanon ever: vocaloid. I think it would be funny if this man had a secret love for the music, walking to work listening to the most depressing or cutesy song known to Earth. His favourite producer would probably be wowaka (rip) or 40mp.

Kurumada - that kind of grunge, heavy beat, but sort of depressing music? Not trap per say, but like r&b and rap. Or whatever is playing at the gym at the time, sometimes a song will get added to his workout playlist if it sounds good enough.

Mai - she’s that kind of pop girl, but also likes some more sombre songs here and there. Definitely indulges in songs with playful and or sensual lyrics.

Walter - (this is where my disclosure starts to show) Like classic, 50-80s songs. Jazz and blues, or something he can sing along to on the radio.

Jesse - hip-hop, trap, some heavy metal, rock, techno and house music. Anything with a stanky-ass beat (/lh) and Jesse will probably listen to it.

Saiki - I’ve given him the headcanon that he listens to hyperpop, speedcore and breakcore. I got the idea from another tumblr post that said he’d use loud, scratchy music to try and block out the thoughts of other people. It’s implied that’s what he was listening to during chapter 3 as well!

Kaidou - what we all listened to when we were 13 and wanted to be edgy. Also fandom songs (I know this isn’t nationally accurate unless there are hardcore jp fandom song fans lol), and video game OSTs that make him feel powerful.

Retsuko - heavy metal, obviously. But, I think she also likes pop and idol music, considering her history with that, hehe

Natsuki - vocaloid hardcore to the max (some favourite producers be like deco*27 and syudou). Also J-pop/idol music (and some video game OSTs).

Yuri - now I think she would like some classical music, considering her whole elegant aesthetic. I think she’d personally like piano and violin arrangements though, since they are relaxing to listen to while reading. I think she would be convinced to listen to some J-pop after Natsuki begs encourages her.

Hiroshi - he would be a classical guy too, but he would also enjoy some video game OSTs (since he’s kind of a certified gamer if you consider the novels and that chibi anime thingy).

Brian - anything past 1996 would be periodically inaccurate, but I feel like he’s the type of guy who’d try to listen to anything if someone recommended it to him. I think he’d enjoy new-age, or something relaxing on par with the vibes of his game’s OST (synth… rock? I’m not a genres expert).

Bojack - it’s either something really depressing or really sexual and there is just that scale and nothing else

Latte - canonically, folk and symphony since I think that’s the sort of music Parfaedia has. Although, she’d also listen to jazz and dance (she that type of teacher to play music in class all the students try to grin and bare because no one listens to it anymore /lh)

L - whatever music is scientifically proven to enhance focus. Classical? Some jazz? I feel like L likes to work in silence, but with music on the bare occasion.

Ena - something that we would not be able to comprehend if we heard it. Lyrics that sound like 14 different languages all mashed up together. Instruments that shouldn’t exist. Voices that shouldn’t exist. The same song that runs for 4 minutes on the first play, 15 seconds on the second, and 2 hours on the third. Or just webcore/weirdcore instrumental music lmao

DR69

Luigi - calm jazz and swing, I also think he be into acoustic arrangements.

Mario - I think he’d listen to energetic music to get himself pumped up. But also enjoys the folk music of the mushroom kingdom.

Peter - I would say 50-90s songs, ranging from classic hits to goofy ass songs (like the Rock Lobster bit)

Brian - I think he’s into ska, jazz, and blues. Also very pretentious with his music taste lol

Miku - Pop, dance, techno and electronica are her mains, but she can dabble into any genre. Likes to support and listen to her other fellow voice synth’s music.

Teto - rock, but also some dance/pop. Secretly enjoys listening to Miku’s songs (as long as she’s not around)

Nagito - nicher artists of alt and synth. I don’t think he’d be into mainstream music. Also depressing lyrics are his go-to lol

Sans - ironically, the stankiest beat you’ve ever heard and penis music (rubber band). Unironically, some smooth tunes akin to Nastablook’s music taste.

Parappa - rap, hip-hop, r&b and dance. Could unironically make a great rap over the instrumentals of ‘A Pimp Named Slickback’.

Fluttershy - Equestria folk music, acapella and that musical-type genre they have in the show’s music.

Ayano - whatever her Senpai is listening to. So, I would assume the latest trending J-pop mostly.

Ashley - rock and alt. Emo type beat. Mainly female vocals. One or two heavy metal songs. Any other warioware cast member will die upon listening to any of it lol

2D - his favourite band is canonically The Human League, so other new wave and synth-pop stuff too.

Mr. Krabs - sea shanties, unironically. He probably sang a lot of them while on the navy.

Dedede - (I have no Kirby lore but I must scream) I feel like he’d play classical music in his castle to give off those regal king vibes. But he’d also enjoy energetic music like his boss battle themes.

The Conductor - western and western movie soundtracks. Also some smooth jazz and soul. I like to think he likes the sounds of the piano the most, from the ‘heart to heart’ OST

Also, TYSM for the lovely words!! I’m so happy to hear how much you’ve enjoyed the fic so far! 😭❤️

[hawkinshighdropout]

Two Worlds Collide.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: You and Eddie strike up an unlikely friendship, built on the foundations a little white lie, are things going to unveil and fall apart, or will he overlook the slight dishonesty in favour of something more?

Warnings: No warnings, this is kinda sweet/fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “So, imagine this preppy/cutesy reader asking Eddie to help to them find more “alt” clothes. the reader says it because they’re in the drama club and they need it for their next play, but reader just wants a date with Eddie ;)"

Word Count: 2.8k

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You walked into class wearing a pastel pink sweater, the collar of your white shirt underneath poking out from the neckline. Light blue denim jeans with the ankles cuffed, white tennis shoes on your feet, your hair was in loose braids as you took your seat at your desk. It was just another Monday morning for you, sipping from your pink reusable water bottle once you had tugged out your notebook and pencil case to settle them on the desk in front of you.

Glancing up from your spot as someone loudly threw themselves into their seat beside you, persona the opposite of your own. Long curly hair framing their face, dressed in beaten up Reeboks, black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and chains on the hips, some sort of grunge t shirt that you couldn’t pinpoint from where you sat, somehow he was wearing both a denim and leather jacket simultaneously. The student smelled of cigarettes and strong cologne, a vast difference from your fruity body mist, but you almost didn’t mind it. There was an edge to this guy, it was alluring, it’s like they had gotten the two most alternative students and placed them side by side for comparison.

“Nice to see you actually decided to join us, Edward!” your tutor announced, voice full of amusement and sarcasm, causing him to scoff in response.

You didn’t recognise him, but you didn’t think he was new. Maybe, like the teacher implied, he ditched too often for you to have gotten the chance to make his acquaintance. That didn’t matter though, the bell signalled above, and the glass settled down to allow Ms. Butler to start the first class of the day.

A tap of a pencil on your table captured your attention, looking in the direction of the culprit, Edward. He was offering you a lazy smile before leaning closer to mumble to you, avoiding the gaze of the strict teacher up front.

“Hey, Pinkypie. Can you do me a solid?” he mumbles.

Shrugging your shoulders, waiting to see if he was going to ask you for something that was actually attainable, seeing him visibly relax as you hadn’t shooed him away immediately.

“I’m like really behind in this class, can you write me up a copy of your notes, please?”

Looking confused, you scrunch up your face as if to silently ask why you should be helping someone that cant even be bothered to study. His leg bouncing impatiently as he’s constantly flickering his gaze between you and the teacher, letting out a soft groan as he leans closer again, “please,” he begs.

You nod, taking pity on him. He looked exhausted, and he wasn’t asking you for too big of a favour, although you made it abundantly clear that this wouldn’t become a common occurrence for you both. Neatly ripping out a page from your notebook, you start working on copying up your notes so that the poor guy had a version he could keep up with, sliding it his way just seconds before the bell rang, he snatched it up with a grateful smile on his face.

“You’re the best, thank you!” he grins, standing up from his desk once the bell went, shooting you another look of appreciation before he disappeared out of the room, leaving you to pack up your things in a hurry.

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For the past couple of months, it became a routine. You had sworn to yourself that you weren’t going to help him like this, but the way his eyes would crinkle as he smiled at you and the way he said your name so softly, you were smitten. The routine went as follows; he slumps down late beside you and places a can of your favourite soda on your desk, grape soda, you would already have two sets of notebooks out on the desk and spend the class writing everything out twice so you both had a copy. When the bell rings? He would ruffle your hair each and every time with a bright smile and a proud “thank you” before the bundle of curls would disappear out of the door. It was a simple arrangement that you really didn’t mind being part of it and it only took a couple of times before he was bringing you a present, so you didn’t feel extorted. Your parents didn’t allow you to have soda, so this was Eddie’s way of repaying you for the fact you were so willing to help him.

Somehow you had developed a small crush on the slightly older student, you had no interactions outside of this arrangement and yet the way he would look at you so fondly had your heart in a chokehold. He didn’t seem like he would be your type, rough around the edges and quirky, a juxtaposition to your preppy “good girl” image, but you were never one to expect to put people into boxes and judge them for their appearance. You felt yourself wanting to get to know him a little better, you were on a first name basis and boy did he say your name so beautifully. But it still felt very platonic and brief, and it was, but you wanted more. You would take note of a new band shirt whenever he sported one you didn’t recognise, wanting to look into his interests to try and learn about him a bit more.

Today was different, you had traded your usual sweaters with an AC DC tshirt that you tucked into the waistband of your blue jeans, your tennis shoes traded in for a black pair of Vans sneakers. It wasn’t a massive difference on the grand scheme of things, it was a very safe option for anyone else, but it was completely out of your comfort zone. You didn’t know more than a couple of songs from them, but you knew he liked them and that was a good enough excuse for you.

Once you slid Eddie his notes at the end of class, he thanks you as always before stopping to look down at your torso, this was the first time he didn’t sprint away immediately. Raising a brow in shock as he wouldn’t pin you as the kinda person to be into his kind of music, you hadn’t even realised he was looking at you as you packed your bag.

“Cool shirt, man.” He says simply, smirking in your direction.

“O-oh, thank you?” your voice full of nerves and clearly unsure of yourself.

“I love AC DC, they’re epic!” he announced proudly, this was definitely the most interested he had been in your conversations in a while, your cheeks warm to the touch, “wouldn’t expect you to be a fan, Pinkypie…” he laughed fondly.

“I know a couple songs, and the shirt was just really cool, you know? Plus, I need to play a cool ‘alternative’ girl for my drama class so I’m just getting into character..” you mumble nervously, to which he just gave you a reassuring grin.

“Lemme know if you need any more recommendations, yeah?” he squeezed your bicep before running off to his next class, leaving butterflies soaring around your stomach.

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Since that day, you had slowly introduced a few more band shirts into your collection, all considered pretty mainstream bands in terms of the metal scene. You had only just scratched the surface, but you were definitely trying to explore this more expressive sense of style. Your hair was still in soft braids, but your sweaters had soon been replaced by these shirts, your denim jeans had been traded in for high wasted skater skirts that you occasionally paired with fishnet tights. Sometimes you still wore your frilly socks that poked out the tops of your shoes, a perfectly adorable blend of preppy and metal, it was definitely catching Eddie’s attention.

“I was thinking…” Eddie starts, setting down your soda on your desk.

“Don’t hurt yourself” you interrupt with a giggle, causing the sweet metal head to playfully (and gently) smack your arm with the back of his textbook, before he continued.

“Rude! Okay, I was thinking that after school I could show you where to find more of those shirts, yeah? For your performance? How’s that sound?” he offers.

“That—That would be great, thank you so much.” Cheeks pink at his offer.

He just smiles in your direction, slumping back in his desk and drawing random doodles on his paper, he had the time to do his own notes but did he? No. He would much rather poke you or make you giggle or tell you a lame joke whilst you did the hard work, and truly you didn’t mind that either.

The bell rung. Class ended. You traded papers before disappearing to opposite ends of the school for the remainder of the day. You were a nervous ball of energy for the rest of your classes as you were full of excitement knowing that you and Eddie were going to hangout together alone for the first time ever. You walked back to your locker to drop everything in place for the night, grabbing your homework that needed to be completed for the morning, squealing in shock as hands cup your shoulders from behind.

“Jesus, its just me Y/N!” he laughed, making you giggle too, “ready?” he questions.

Shutting your locker and swinging your backpack over your shoulder, you nod once in agreement before happily following alongside him as he guided you back to his van, him talking excitedly about all the band shirts he wanted you to look at and all the places he was going to take you to. He was clearly a master in this subject, and you were more than willing to be his student, soaking in any information he threw your way and making a mental note of what he told you to avoid.

The drive to the mall was quicker than expected, climbing out of the van as Eddie lead you into the less populated side of the mall, the side where all the music and skate shops were located, a few second-hand shops mixed in there too. He immediately took you into the music store, guiding you to the back where the merch was on the shelves, talking you through all his favourites as you picked up a couple items in your size. Picking up a black Sex Pistols shirt and passing it to you, you take it with flushed cheeks as he casually says, “this will look cute on you.”

Six shirts, four new cassettes and just shy of $100 later, you and Eddie found yourself leaving the mall with smiles on your faces. Bags in hands whilst you both licked at the Ice Cream you’d purchased from one of the stands at the food court, his chocolate and yours strawberry with sprinkles. Throwing everything in the trunk of the car before you both lean against the hood of the car whilst you ate, slightly exhausted from the hot mall zapping your energy.

“So, what’s the play about?” he questions, voice full of interest.

“Play?” you seemed confused, so caught up in the excitement of hanging with Eddie that you had forgotten the ruse that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

“Yeah? Y’know, the reason we got these shirts?” voice full of confusion as he finished up his ice cream and wiped his fingers on the side of his skinny jeans.

“Oh! Oh… Uh… shit,” you mumble, deer in headlines as you were terrible at coming up with things on the spot, scrambling for something to say whilst Eddie just stands there with a smug grin on his lips, reading you like a book.

“There never was a play, was there?” his question came out as more like a statement before you could even cover your ass, you just shake your head in shame. You didn’t want him to think badly of you, but you also couldn’t lie to him any further.

“I’m sorry…” you sigh, drying your hands with your napkin once you were done with the treat.

“For what?” folding his arms as he glanced you up and down.

“For lying to you? Wasting your time?” you ask, braving looking up at his face.

“The lie was harmless, I can get over that, but you didn’t waste my time.” He said simply, a sigh of relief escaping your lips, “This has been so much fun, I love having someone invest in my interests, even if it was for a fake reason,” he laughed.

“I do like these bands, I swear!” you got a little defensive, the role was the lie, your interest in his music and his hobbies were completely genuine.

“Name one song from the Master of Puppets record, and do not say the title track, I’m waiting.” he chuckles, testing you.

“Battery, Welcome Home, Disposable Heroes…” you start to list them, a smug grin on your lips as you were able to successfully name not one, but three of their songs, he looked impressed with you. “And I know you can play Master of Puppets on your guitar, and you want the Iron Maiden zombie face thingie tattooed!”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” hands up in defence whilst he laughed, you truly had been paying attention and taking notes on everything that he had taught you recently. He had a fond look on his face as he realised you paid more attention to him than most people did, others would have brushed him off, but you went to the effort of lying to get into his circle and get him to open up to you. You clearly gave a shit about this more than originally thought.

“Am I forgiven?” you ask sheepishly, to which he snorts a laugh.

“Totally. Its not everyday that a cute little lady goes above and beyond to get my attention, I’ve gotta say, it’s incredibly sweet.” He confesses, nudging your arm with his shoulder fondly, causing you to sway a little before grinning up at him.

“Oh, shut up! I’m not cute!” you defend, whining as your cheeks betray you whilst they flush pink and start to hurt from how hard you are smiling.

“You’re the liar here, not me, Pinkypie.” His voice oozing with smugness as you swat playfully at his chest with your hands to silence him, pouting as he catches your wrist and uses that to tug you closer to him.

Suddenly his hands were on your hips, and you were standing chest to chest with him as he leant back against the car, still towering over you even at this angle. You had your hands up against his chest, eyes wide as you took a moment to admire each other in silence.

“H-Hi..” you stumble out.

Shaking his head with the most affectionate smile on his face, voice tender as he responds with a simple “Hi, love.”

A few seconds pass where neither of you said a word, unsure on what he was thinking or planning as he just seemed to keep his eyes on you with his smile only growing wider, he could feel your heartbeat pounding outside of its chest.

“Let me take you to dinner?” he asks, tone hushed so only you could hear him.

You faceplant his chest to avoid the nervous squeak that escapes you from being heard, his arms wrapping tightly around your midsection to squeeze you in his grip, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he grins into your hair.

“But… Wear that cute little pink sweater? You rocking these band tees is mega hot so like, don’t you dare return these suckers, I just kinda miss it.” He mumbles into your hair.

Looking up at him as your chin rested against his chest, gauging his expression to see if he as messing around or actually suggesting you wear that, cheeks rocket hot as yet another compliment just tumbles out of his mouth in your direction.

“You miss seeing my preppy clothes?” you ask in pure disbelief.

“I like both sides of you, don’t get me wrong. But there’s just something about how sweet and innocent you looked before that just does it for me,” he smirks.

You smack his chest once more in a light and playful manner before bursting into a happy fit of giggles, a nod of your head solidifying that you would love to go on a date with him. You promised to wear the sweater, heart fluttering at the pure reaction he gave you, he made you feel beautiful without even trying.

“Saturday. Seven o’clock. Diner?” he asks.

You nod enthusiastically, the pair of you beaming at one another.

“It’s a date,” you confirm proudly, receiving a kiss to your forehead as you did so.

[melting-houses-of-gold]

music for the WIPs?

ok anon, help. I debated putting this one on there because it's actually my oldest rexsoka WIP (see below for when I had last updated it--yikes!), but like can you call yourself an AU lover if you don't have some kind of wacky music AU in your back pocket? (I digress)

I dug through the writing and it was cringe AF so i'm definitely going to be reworking it but here's one little bit as a teaser and then the little recap i sent to a few friends!

TEASER: You can tell this is old because I wrote it in the past tense and now i'm a present tense or die kinda gal.

In another lifetime, Ahsoka had performed in stadiums, with lights blinding her eyes and hundreds of thousands of strangers screaming for her. And yet, standing on a tiny stage in a nightclub she’d never heard of across town? Infinitely more terrifying. 

“I don’t know,” she chewed on her lower lip nervously, her knee jostling the table as it bounced up and down. “It’s been years. What if I’m terrible? What if they hate the songs?”

“The songs are perfect, and you’ll be great,” Barriss soothed. “You don’t have to be anyone else this time. You can just be you.”

MY INCOHERENT SUMMARY: as a note, this is about as complex as my fic outlines usually get unless i'm being REALLY plotty. This is why i take forever to write anything.

Ahsoka, Anakin, and Obi-Wan are a band that gets big in their teens/20s, but when Anakin goes full performance artist (obviously he calls himself Vader and is managed by Sheev -- think Jared Leto but WORSE), he cuts off ties with his siblings. About a decade later, Barriss pspspsps Ahsoka back into releasing the last album on the band's contract as a solo album in a totally different style (think going from glam grunge to folksy singer songwriter). When she performs at a tiny nightclub, Rex is there (even though Barriss had told her no industry people -- how dare she!). A few weeks later, she gets a call to tour as the opening act of a band and whaddya know, it's that guy she met at the bar. They go on tour, they fall in love over the course of the summer, kissing to ensue.

[zombiebabysitter]

LOCATION: Best Buy TIMING: Current PARTIES: Charlie & Finn (@animotoph0bia) SUMMARY: Finn needs a new laptop, and Charlie won't take no for an answer on getting Finn a new one. To Best Buy, where surely no shrimp are working! CONTENT WARNINGS: Shrimp

‘enjoy burning in shrimp hell.’ Yeah, fuck that. 

While Charlie insisted that Finn get a new laptop on him, his friend was resistant. Which he expected. Finn was stubborn, but so was Charlie. Combined, they butt heads constantly. But Charlie was more insistent than Finn was stubborn, so Charlie didn’t think twice before getting in his van and driving to the dingy hotel where Finn was still staying. He parked and hopped out, then sent a text to Finn letting him know he was in the parking lot. 

“Finnie, you’re not getting out of this, I’m in the parking lot with your chariot to ye old Best of Buys. Get your ass down here pronto.” 

Charlie sent the text and waited. After two minutes, he sent another text. 

“Finnster. If you don’t get your ass down here, I’m going to barge in there, I don’t care if you’re naked in there.” 

Charlie rolled his eyes as he kept waiting, tapping his foot to an unheard rhythm in his head. Two more minutes passed by, and he let out a frustrated groan before stomping to Finn’s room and pounding on the door. “Let me in, dickwad.” Charlie demanded, looking out of place in the run-down motel dressed in black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, a grey hoddie, his leather choker with more spikes, all his rings on his fingers and, of course, his patented purple docs. He looked like a rockstar, not a guy who stayed at this motel. 

The cleaning lady at one of the other doors shot him a strange look before moving on to the next room after Charlie shot her a smile and waved. The smile faded instantly as she turned around, and Charlie pulled out a credit card and swiped it down the door, unlocking it with ease. Heh, cheap asses. 

“I’m here, where the fuck are you,” Charlie announced, looking around the room with pinched brows. Man, he had to clean up after himself better. “You heard of a laundromat?” He called over his shoulder as he walked into the middle of the room, tapping his foot impatiently.

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Had he ever managed to say no when Charlie set his mind to something? Finn came up short trying to think of an example, glaring down at his phone as if his friend would be able to perceive it. He hated the thought of being bought things, of adding onto the ever growing list of debts he currently owed Charlie - a list whose existence would never be spoken of to prevent an argument. With arguing no longer an option, Finn made another desperate attempt to scrounge up a purchase online. If he’d already paid for a hand me down computer by the time Charlie got here, the mission would be moot, right? In reality, more like a soft maybe. 

Of course, he had nothing to show for his efforts after almost an hour, except a delightfully jarring nude and a woman pestering him about selling her a washing machine Finn most definitely did not own. Noting the time, and the state of himself, Finn cursed colorfully as he rushed for the bathroom. 

The sounds of knocking drowned in the noise of the shower, the stream of water shut off just in time for Finn to hear the door opening. Despite expecting Charlie, panic still surged through him at the thought of someone else having tracked him down but it was quelled instantly when the familiar feel of his friend reached him. Followed by his annoyed voice. “We’re breaking and entering now?” Finn shouted from the bathroom, hurriedly drying off and hoping Charlie at least had the decency to let him get dressed before dragging him out on a charity mission. 

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Listening to the sound of the shower, Charlie rolled his eyes and began piling up the dirty clothes littered on the floor into a neat pile. It was one of Charie’s curses, he had to organize the second he was presented with a mess. For the grunge aesthetic, he was actually pretty clean. Charlie snickered as Finn yelled from the bathroom, and Charlie grinned proudly at his abilities to get into a room. “I dunno how safe this place is if I can get in that easy.” He responded from the other side of the bathroom door. “Come on out, I won’t look.” Charlie vowed, turning toward the wall and closing his eyes, giving his friend a semblance of privacy. 

“You should know me by now,” Charlie continued on, scrunching at the ends of his hair idly as he kept his eyes shut as Finn moved around the room. “I’m good with my hands.” He held up his hands and wiggled his fingers, snickering. “Or at least, that’s what I’m told.” He tilted himself to one side, snickering to himself. Charlie didn’t keep it a secret that he had an active sex life from Finn, much to his best friend’s horror. 

“I’d get you a laptop myself so you couldn’t say anything, but I knew that you’d want specific specs or whatever,” Charlie explained as he continued to wait. “And it’s not a fucking handout, okay? I want to do this for you. I’ve got a lot of money, and I’d like to be able to use it on those I care about. That includes you, you idiot.” Charlie quipped, turning around to look toward Finn, eyes still closed. He peeked an eye open, and Finn at least had pants on. Charlie didn’t care about his privacy anymore. “So!” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “Are we gonna do this or am I gonna have to drag you to the store kicking and screaming?”

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“I’m definitely not paying for safety,” Finn agreed, hair still mostly sopping as he padded into the room. Even left alone for just a minute, Charlie had started to tidy up and Finn rolled his eyes. It was hard hanging onto his own lingering annoyance and guilt over the impending shopping mission with Charlie’s chaotic energy filling the room and invading Finn’s mind. Usually, a comfort but he didn’t want to get swept up in enjoying this, to accept yet another kindness with a voice still whispering that he deserved none of it. 

“Gross,” he replied but it lacked all bite, focus on finding clean clothing and maybe some reality where he could snake his way out of this. Charlie continued to make it clear just how distant of a possibility that was and Finn sighed, a look of defeat on his face as his friend turned. Wordlessly, he threw on a hoodie, accurately predicting that Charlie would fill the silence. Resigning himself to his fate, Finn grabbed his shoes and plucked out the dirty socks bundled up inside, tossing them in Charlie’s direction in a clear display of pettiness. “Is there a third option?” 

There was, of course, no third option. 

Finn knew he was sulking, which was probably the worst way to show appreciation and after a few minutes of continued diva attitude in the car, he finally relented. “My dad got me my first laptop. Don’t know if I ever told you that. It was literally held together by tape and prayers but it was great. Still have it in a box back in Portland somewhere, even though it’s literally a brick by now.” He paused, glancing over at Charlie. “And yeah, I do need to preface this with saying you’re an idiot and you don’t need to do this but… thanks.”

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As they sat in the parking lot of Best Buy, Finn began talking about his dad, which made Charlie stand up at attention, eyes flickering over to his friend and listening as he spoke. He didn’t talk about his dad very often, and when he did, Charlie made sure to listen. “It might have been a shitty laptop, but it was from your dad. That’s what matters.” Charlie spoke, voice soft and understanding. “Shit like that matters,” Charlie replied, a hand going to the ring around his neck from Gareth, and he started to move it back and forth on the chain out of habit. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get rid of the van for the same reason. Too many memories are held in this baby, even if she’s a bit worse for wear.” Charlie put a hand on the dashboard and patted it before cracking a smile at Finn as he was thanked. “No problem, man. I knew if the roles were reversed, you’d do the same for me.” And it was the truth, the pair would actively go to war if it meant protecting the other. 

Sliding out of the driver’s seat and out of the van, Charlie slammed his door shut and pulled his hood up, deciding to go as incognito as possible. He’d been recognized quite a few times walking around, and he knew that today wouldn’t be any different if he just walked about like nothing mattered. He didn’t want another photo taken of him and Finn together if it meant putting his friend in danger. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and covered his face. “Do I look like a nobody?” He asked with a playful smile before patting Finn’s shoulder and heading for the entrance. 

There was a bored-looking employee at the front entrance who greeted them and asked if they needed to find something specific, and Charlie just waved politely and said they were there to look at computers and they were sent on their way. When they got to the computers, though. Things were… weird, to say the least. “Finn, tell me I’m not tripping balls right now,” Charlie whispered to his friend as he made eye contact with a human-sized prawn. “Like… that’s… real, right?” He blinked, then took off his glasses to rub his eyes, desperate to be proven wrong that he was seeing a giant shrimp person. Nope, still there. Charlie slid the sunglasses back on. “Great, this is… let’s get that computer and get out of here.”

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A macabre change of subject, perhaps, but it did the trick. Yes, Finn still had a knot in his stomach at the thought of the grand gesture but focusing on how much Charlie mattered to him, made it a little bit easier to deal with. Seeing him fiddle with the ring around his neck did its part too - this was probably as much of a distraction for Charlie as it was about doing something nice. So he summoned every morsel of ‘not being a dick’ and decided to at least look like he didn’t hate the thought of such a generous gift. 

“You look insane if that helps?” Finn offered jokingly with a smile of his own, following the hooded figure into the store. He felt the employee’s mild apprehension at the sight of the two of them, probably looking more like they were about to rob the store and it was enough to make him stifle a laugh. Alright, he could do this. He could make this a fun outing for Charlie. 

It would have been a lie to say his stomach hadn’t fluttered at the displayed electronics, eyes moving from one to the next like a kid in a candy store. Finn didn’t even notice that Charlie’s focus was very much elsewhere until he spoke up, allowing the empath to take note of his confusion at the same time. “You tell me, I don’t judge what you do in your free time and…” Finn trailed off once he finally tore his eyes away from the selection of laptops, seeing just what had caught Charlie’s attention. Huh. 

“That’s… yup. That’s definitely there.” What the fuck? Finn fixed his glasses as well, trying to see how that could just be a weird-ass costume - please let it be a costume - but no luck. It was an honest to god giant shrimp, creepy antenna or whatever they were called twitching and moving. “How did it even get in here - oh, shit.” The staring had caught its attention, beady eyes now looking straight at Finn and Charlie. Now, he wasn’t quite sure what the allergy protocol was regarding giant, humanoid shellfish but Finn found himself shifting to place himself between the shrimp-creature and Charlie. Was that thing holding… pamphlets? 

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A lot had happened to Charlie since arriving in Wicked’s Rest, but this? This took the cake for the weirdest thing that’s happened to Charlie so far. He watched as the thing started walking over to them, pamphlet outstretched in its weird grip. “Hey, man… super allergic.” Charlie spoke, fucking hiding behind Finn like a human shield. The shrimp person seemed to have an answer for this, and pulled out a second pamphlet. 

Charlie stared at the outstretched pamphlet and let out a weary sigh before taking it and opening to read its contents. “Shellfish allergy? Seek the prawn god out in your time of need! Join the Temple of Shrimp to seek the relief you need.” Charlie’s expression was one of extreme confusion, and slowly handed the pamphlet back to the shrimp, who had only moved to stand in Finn’s way, holding out a pamphlet to him. 

“Hey man, we’re just here for a computer.” Charlie explained, putting the pamphlet down on the display table beside them. The shrimp nodded, then pointed to their name tag. Holy shit, he worked here. The name tag said “John” on it. “Right, we’re going to… look around and we’ll tell you if we find something? I’ll read this pamphlet?” Charlie took the outstretched pamphlet with a terrified smile. 

This seemed to satisfy the giant shrimp, who simply walked to the next terrified customer who came close enough to the computers, already prepared with another pamphlet. Thank fuck. Charlie turned his attention to Finn, checking to make sure he wasn’t freaking out or something. “What the fuck?” Charlie hissed in a whisper, gripping Finn’s shoulder. “Let’s get that computer and leave. Fucking shrimp Best Buy.”

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Finn’s eyes were narrowed in blatant suspicion at the shrimp’s every move, ready to get into a fist fight with a crustacean if necessary because that was apparently his life now. Charlie went ahead and spoke to it and before Finn could point out everything that was wrong with it - don’t engage, it probably doesn’t speak English, that’s a fucking giant shrimp - there was a response. Not a verbal one, thank fuck because Finn’s meter was already full, but in the form of handing out a very pointed flyer. “The… prawn god?” he repeated dumbly, head reared back to read along Charlie. 

Not to worry, Finn was being handed a pamphlet of his own which he accepted with what he thought was an impressive amount of wariness. “True enlightenment can only be found in Its ways,” he quoted from the flier, voice dripping with the notion of how much he wanted this to be over. Charlie noticed the name tag first, followed by Finn who was finding it very hard to keep his shit together at this very moment. Thank fuck for Charlie Hart, the picture of politeness, managing to get John to leave them be. 

Finally, what felt like a normal reaction from Charlie as his fingers dug into Finn’s shoulders, the empath’s head nodding along enthusiastically. Until- “That’s not even enough to derail this stupid laptop mission?” Finn hissed back, gesturing wildly to the shrimp calmly handing out more pamphlets, shrinking back when John turned his whole body (the thing didn’t have a fucking neck) to look at him. Of course, Finn knew the answer to his own question. Nothing would break a Charlie decision, not even this. “Fine, okay, just…” He sighed, trying to focus back on the display in front of him but finding himself distracted by glancing over his shoulder every ten seconds. 

“Just don’t let that thing touch you, alright? I’m not doing that epi-pen shit again, once was plenty traumatizing.”

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Charlie looked over Finn’s shoulder at the flyer he was handed to compare them, seeing that they had different phrases on them. “Through It, all things are made realized.” Charlie read aloud, frowning as he looked over to Finn, then back to the computers. “Yeah, I’ll… play defense, you look at computers.” Charlie decided, patting Finn on the shoulder before walking over to the shrimp guy. 

“I’m not going to let it touch me, just… talk to it about its shrimpy overlord.” Charlie held his hands up, then clasped them behind his back and held them there, showing the other that he had no intentions of touching the thing. “So uh, how long does that prosthetic take to put on?” He asked the creature, who simply stared at Charlie, then handed him another flyer. Charlie frowned, looking down at it. “Through It, all things are made realized.’ Yeah, you gave me that one already.” Charlie noted, squinting at the giant shrimp and dodging as it tried to give him the flyer. “Listen, pal. I’m allergic to you. And I promised my friend over here that I won’t go into anaphylactic shock.” Charlie thrust a finger over his shoulder in Finn’s direction, who seemed lost in his own little world of electronics. 

Charlie let out a deep sigh, reminding himself that this was for Finn, not because he wanted to egg on the shrimp man who probably ate poor John the Best Buy employee. “So, you ever heard of Zombie Babysitter?” He asked, grinning brightly and giving the shrimp finger guns. The shrimp handed him another flyer. Charlie looked down to read what was said; ‘Its Shrimply Business,’ it read, which made no sense. “What, are these flyers like your magic eight-ball of fuckery?” He asked the giant shrimp, frown deepening. 

He began to pace back and forth, then put a finger up and turned back to face the shrimp. “What if I want to learn more about this shrimp cult? Where do I go to talk to someone who speaks English and not pamphlet?” He asked, which earned another flyer. ‘Come to the Commons, where It is prophesied to return.’ Charlie pursed his lips after reading the words, and decided that was ominous enough to kick his rear into gear and turn to see how Finn was doing. 

“Heeeey buddy!” Charlie greeted, putting his arm around Finn and grinning nervously. “How’s the hunt going? Tell me you’ve found something good, because this dude has so many different flyers it’s getting kinda freaky.” 

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Maybe he was mostly pretending to browse, finding it hard to focus on processing power when Charlie was chatting it up with something that could actually kill him. Wouldn’t that be a treat, get killed by the least threatening thing in town? Well, okay… it was mildly threatening with that dead eyed stare. Finn felt something shift in Charlie then, discomfort growing and his head was turned before his friend reached him. It felt much safer to have Charlie next to him than all along next to shrimp dude but the thing was still staring so ‘much safer’ still didn’t equal safe. “Great, yeah. Super focused.” 

Getting out of here was a priority and since it wasn’t happening without a laptop in tow, Finn yanked a box from one of the shelves. He vaguely remembered it being a good one, didn’t have a fucking clue why but that part he could figure out later. “Alright, we’re solid. Let’s get the fuck out of heeey… dude.” Finn’s nose twitched at the smell of old fish, John having popped back up behind them. Dude was sneaky. “Got what we needed so, all good.” John looked unconvinced, yet again offering up a flier. Yeah, Finn was done with whatever the fuck this was. 

“No, thanks. Again, all good.” He was backing up, not wanting to leave himself exposed, pushing Charlie along with his whole body. John, bless his shrimpy fucking heart, was following. If it was possible for shellfish to look angry, that was it. Maybe accepting yet another piece of paper would have bought them peace but Finn was getting stubborn now. “Alright, back off, yeah? We’re not interested in your shrimp cult.”

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Watching in abject horror as Finn geared up to go toe-to-toe with an honest to god human-sized Shrimp, Charlie took a deep breath and stepped between Finn and the shrimp. “Listen, we’re very happy that you’ve taken interest in us for your new religion, and I’m sure it’s going great,” Charlie spoke, hands raised in a clear sign of peace. “But we’re… really fucking atheist,” Charlie spoke with a shrug of his shoulders. “That’s all. We just don’t believe what you believe. And differences are okay, right?” Charlie clapped his hands together, giving a peaceful smile as he backed himself into Finn purposefully so he’d behave himself, he shot a look over his shoulder to make sure Finn had the right idea. 

“Anyway, we’re here for that computer, so can you check us out?” Charlie then asked, steering the subject toward the reason they were here. The shrimple named John nodded his head (however the hell that happened) and walked toward the checkout counter, and Charlie sighed, happy that a full-on brawl with a fucking giant shrimp could be avoided. “Finn. Love ya, man. But don’t fight the supernatural shrimp man.” He muttered before plucking the box from Finn’s grasp and heading for the counter. 

The checkout went smoothly, the shrimp deciding to hold up signs asking if they wanted a warranty, which Charlie decided to go for as well as if they had a Best Buy card (no, no he didn’t, and nor did he want one). John had signs for everything. Despite being a clearly very religious prawn, he was a good worker. Still, he wouldn’t be going out of his way to give John a stellar review anytime soon. Once the transaction was complete, John held out the bagged-up laptop box toward Finn, a sign of truce. Never mind that there were five different pamphlets for the cult just in case they changed their mind.

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Finn remembered being in similar situations before, more than once although the details all mostly melded together into one. Charlie stepping in to defuse, preventing an overstimulated and close-to-snapping Finn from escalating a situation that usually did not need any sort of escalation. No wonder he’d gotten punched so much more after slowly and meticulously cutting the rockstar out of his life. A bad call for Finn but probably a great one for Charlie and his track record of stopping fights before they happened. The empath simply glared over his friend’s shoulder at the offending crustacean but like every time before, let himself be diffused by the mixture of expertly picked words and the mild disappointment radiating off Charlie. 

“Yeah, alright,” he conceded, followed by a mumbled and almost inaudible apology. Lingering behind Charlie as the purchase was made, still side eyeing those beady eyes and waiting to wake up because he was still sort of convinced this was just a wild fever dream, Finn reluctantly accepted the offered bag. The spindly appendage unclasped from the handle and he should have just accepted this situation finally being over as a victory and left. There were usually a lot of things Finn should have rather done. The fliers sitting at the top of the bag read, with bold letters: ‘enjoy burning in shrimp hell.’ Yeah, fuck that. 

Three things happened in quick succession; Finn tore out the fliers and tossed them in John’s direction, the goddamn fucking shrimp proved that it could actually move at surprising speeds and was quite limber and finally, Finn’s back hit the ground as slimy legs pawed at his face. 

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It happened faster than Charlie could register what was happening. One moment, Finn was taking the bag reluctantly, the next he was being attacked by the shrimp. Charlie jumped back, hands held against his chest as he backed away, no way was he about to deal with an allergic reaction by tussling with a fucking giant shrimp. “Hey!” Charlie shouted, trying to drag Finn out of the way of the angry shrimp, but he just wouldn’t relent. He kept wailing his slimy limbs at flailing at his friend. What was happening? He put his hands on top of his head, then began kicking at the shrimp man with his boot. “Get the fuck off of him!” He shouted, continuing to kick at the shrimp. 

The pamphlets that the shrimp had been holding were now everywhere, he’d dropped them when he sprinted right for Finn. The second that his boot made contact with the shrimp as hard as he could, the large shrimp that was John broke into smaller shrimp. Charlie frowned, then kicked again. They broke even more, even smaller shrimp. Charlie stared in abject horror. “Are you kidding me?” He shouted, starting to step on the small shrimp and they turned into an even smaller multitude of shrimp. “Finn, we gotta get out of here,” Charlie warned, taking several steps back and beginning to shake the shrimp that was climbing up his pant leg and on his arms. “I’m too allergic, we gotta go!” He brushed a few shrimp off and backpedaled towards the door.

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There were also human hands on him for a moment but as it turns out, the giant shrimp was wily and stronger than it looked. Everything smelled like a fishy pier on a summer day and the appendages were somehow wet and scratchy at the same time. “Jesus fuck, I’m sorry I threw your pamphlets,” Finn tried, desperately covering his face, mostly to avoid the beady eyed death stare. Charlie was shouting before there was a resounding thud - the weight on Finn’s body was lighter and then lighter still. He dared to uncover his face. 

There were so many of them now. Regular sized or not, Finn couldn’t be sure that it was necessarily a good thing. Scrabbling backwards which caused a few medium sized shrimp to tumble off him, landing on the ground with a distinctly unnerving noise. “Why?” he asked this scenario simply, hands and feet slipping on shrimp as he struggled to get to his feet. Each one he accidentally smushed only multiplied, like a sea-food themed Hydra creature. Charlie’s worry was growing and when he finally stood, looking back at his friend, Finn realized why. The sneaky fuckers could climb. “Right, yeah,” Finn agreed quickly, side stepping some shrimps to smack the rest of the critters off Charlie. 

Snatching up his bag, dropped in the hassle of getting fucking attacked (Best Buy would be receiving a very colorful complaint), Finn all but shoved Charlie ahead of him towards the exit. The bell chimed cheerily as they tumbled outside, Finn’s eyes wild as he started turning Charlie this way and that, making sure that he didn’t have an anaphylaxis-causing stowaway on him. “I’m never fucking going outside again,” he deadpanned, glancing back into the store through the safety of the windows. People still seemed to be milling about carelessly and an employee had started the slow process of sweeping up all the various sized shrimps. “I need another shower.”

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Before Charlie could register what was happening, Finn was up on his feet and shoving Charlie toward the door, towards a shrimpless freedom. Charlie practically stumbled out of the store, then squawked in annoyance as Finn began to turn him in every which direction. As soon as his friend was satisfied, Charlie found himself doubling over with laughter. Sure, life-threatening scenario aside, that was fucking hilarious. “Never?” The rockstar responded with raised brows. “Dude, that was fucking crazy. I mean… what the fuck?” Charlie blinked looking back into the store with Finn, watching with bemusement as the employees went on about their lives like there hadn’t been a shrimp employee named John that was now hundreds of tiny shrimp. “I’m never going to Best Buy again, I can tell you that.” Charlie finally settled on, shaking his head. 

Charlie looked Finn over, noticing his shrimpy tousled hair and askew glasses, then reached out to fix them with a smirk. “You smell like you need another shower.” Charlie was quick to reply, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean, what the fuck, right?” He said again, still not quite believing what had just transpired. “Here I am, trying to do a good thing for my best friend, and I get served shrimp pamphlets.” Charlie snatched up Finn’s bag and began to rifle through, finding yet another pamphlet. “Ye shall never see the gates of Shrimp Heaven. Enjoy Shrimp Hell.” Charlie read aloud, then threw it on the ground and stomped on it for good measure. “I hope John the Giant Shrimp haunts my dreams,” he muttered before stomping toward the car, annoyed and overall confused. After getting into the car, Charlie made quick work to locate his epi-pen in the glove box and put it into the center console’s cup holder, then shot Finn a look. “Just in case.” He explained before putting the car in reverse and getting the fuck out of the parking lot. “I’m never looking at shrimp the same. Ever.” Charlie decided, paying attention to the road as he drove back onto the street. “Thanks, Charlie!” Charlie spoke in a mocking Finn voice. “Oh, no problem, Finnie!” Charlie replied to himself, chipper and excitable. “Seriously though, I know you can’t return it because there’s no fucking way in hell that you’ll ever step foot in that store ever again. So enjoy it, okay?” Charlie looked over to Finn’s face, then nodded. “Okay.” He decided before continuing on their drive. “I didn’t like seafood to begin with, now I hate it.” He spoke, deciding in that moment that he would never ever eat seafood no matter how badly the people around him wanted to. Fuck shrimp.