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tuesdayiminlove · 6 months ago

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happy disaster

rockstar!eddie x fem!waitress!reader (imperfect for you universe)

summary: how you two meet

author's note: an ask about how they met came earlier today and i couldn't help myself lol. not proofread sorry! also this could be read as a standalone! but u can read the og part here! hope u guys enjoy lmk what yall think xoxo

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You’ve had your fair share of jobs throughout the last few years, trying to make ends meet while also being a consumer of the various cute things you see when you’re at the mall with your friends. One time (and this may have been one of the more miserable experiences), you worked as a receptionist for an auto shop (get it now?)).

Needless to say, you were at the bottom of the hierarchy at that whole joint. When you weren’t answering calls and taking hyperspecific notes to not confuse the actual mechanics, you were practically shunned from the moment you stepped up from your seat and onto the street to eat your lunch at the bench outside. And whenever your lips did part to make even the simplest of comments, the men either laughed at you or made you feel stupid (“You guys hired me! Clearly I’m not a fucking idiot!” you dreamt of saying, but you were just never one for the dramatics and confrontation of it all).

And, the worst part, on days you couldn’t go into work, none of the other receptionists would switch with you.

(“Sorry, babe, I just can’t,” you remember Joey Warner staying after taking a drag of his cig, coughing mere seconds later from not exhaling immediately. You wanted to take the cigarette between your fingers, toss it down, and squish it with your shoes. You really needed to pick up your brother from school, and no one at the shop is ever up Joey’s ass since he’s a guy.

“Oh. It’s alright.” You curse yourself and your lack of ever wanting conflict, because you’re more than positive that this boy deserves a beating for not taking the reins for an hour just so that your poor baby brother won’t have to wait on the cold sidewalk for your mom, who is forty minutes late.

You walk back into the shop without another word.)

So. yeah, call this mechanic memory useless, but now it's clear that your jobs have been absolute dog shit in the past.

But being a waitress at Carly’s Diner, in comparison, takes the cake in the coworker camaraderie contest.

Like, now, you’re enjoying your break with Carrie, splitting half a cupcake that Jim managed to slip into your guys’ hands when he was pulling the fresh desserts from the oven. You two have turns at it, taking nimble bites from the vanilla confection and wiping rainbow sprinkles off your uniform in the process. Your nose blends in the smell of the cupcake and Carrie’s sweet perfume, leaving a little bubble where you can hardly tell what the boys in the kitchen are whipping up right now.

Judy passes through the doors in a haste, heaving before setting her eyes on you two. The notepad in her hands is crumpled up and her hair looks all over the place, eyes bewildered as she stalks towards you and Carrie, a complan ready to spill from her red lips.

“This fucking couple on table three is driving me nuts! Nuts!” She slumps her back against the wall and swipes a piece of frosting off the cupcake before sticking it in her mouth, sighing in relief.

“Hey,” Carrie swats Judy’s hand, “watch the cupcake!” She places it behind her back possessively.

Carrie is nearly six months pregnant and craving every sweet treat Jim has to offer in between tables and shifts. It’s a miracle that she let you split the dessert with her just now, “And table three, you said?”

Judy ignores her earlier words and nods. “I swear to God, I don’t understand your goddamn generation and why you heaps are so fucking rude. I can't do this.”

“Don’t group us with those weirdos,” says Carrie. “And I’d like to see them be rude to a pregnant woman. Protect this,” she hands you the cupcake carefully, looking at you in the eyes with intent, “and I mean it.”

Her voice is so determined, you decide that you don’t want your fair share of bites anymore. You nod dutifully.

“I got this, Jude.” She swipes the notepad from the older woman’s hands.

And with that, Carrie is kicking herself off the wall and out of the kitchen, into the main part of the diner. You silently pray for the couple that now has to deal with a moody and pregnant Carrie.

See? Now, this is what you mean! No mechanic or receptionist at Billy’s Auto Parts will ever be willing to face an alleged-annoying couple for their coworker. Sometimes, waitressing can take the light and happiness out of you once you’re clocked out, but at least you’re surrounded by the half-decent people in your town.

“You’re a lifesaver!” Judy calls out with a wicked laugh. “Gotta love that girl… hey can I have a bite?”

You frown, knowing you’re already unable to say no when Judy is stressed and you know for sure that the confection in your hand is enough to sweeten even the most stressed—Jim just has that magic to him. “Yeah, but don’t make the dent obvious.”

You think you’re gonna spend the rest of your break with Judy, hiding in between the two walls in the corner of the kitchen until Carrie comes back. You lick a small sprinkle off the cupcake, ready to ask the woman if her daughter won the spelling bee that she’s been freaking out over all week, when the office door swings open and Lenny’s head peeks out, eyes going to the first two waitresses that he can spot.

“Hey!” he shouts yours and Judy’s last names to steal the attention. “Can one of you guys go out and get Evan? Her daughter’s principal is on the phone.” He wipes his sweat-stained brow and doesn’t wait for a response. “Thanks,”

You and Judy look back at each other. And immediately you know that you’re not going to make Judy be the one.

“I got it,” you say with a soft smile. “... You’re gonna eat the rest of this are you?”

She laughs and swipes the cupcake. “For you, my love, I wouldn’t dream of it. Thank you.”

You blow her a kiss, already making your way to the double doors of the kitchen, straightening out your ponytail and getting your waitressing voice ready (patient and respectful, garnering the best tips you can try to get). Your eyes give one swipe across the diner, catching Carrie’s eye as she talks to the couple sitting down beneath her, holding her precious bump to make a show of it. She gives you a sly wink and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

Afternoon rush makes it hard to spot Evan at first. His smaller stature makes it even harder to spot him in the crowd, but your eyes eventually zone in on him smiling at customer that is blocked by a family getting up to leave. You smile upon finding him and make your way to the table.

As you get closer, you finally notice who Evan is speaking two, and your brows pinch quizzically. The man is hunched, looking over the menu with sunglasses adorning his face despite his table not even facing the sun. His jet black curls curve around the lines of his face, making his features harder to notice. It almost reminds you of the movies you watch late at night when you’re munching on diner leftovers on your couch, the runaway criminal stopping for a bite to eat while trying to flee the state.

“Evan,” you say softly, not wanting to draw attention to yourself but you know it's already bound to happen since you’re switching places with him. “Lenny’s got your daughter’s school on the phone. They’re asking for you.”

The man’s eyes widen. “Great,” he mutters, “What do you think it is this time?” “I hope she said ‘fuck you’ to that little pipsqueak again,” you joke, seeing the anxiety in Evan’s eyes at not knowing why he’s receiving a call during work. You remember the first time he got called to his daughter’s school from work due to her cursing out an older boy: the entire kitchen was laughing—Evan included—as they all wished him good luck with that meeting. “Can’t be worse than that.”

He sighed, turning back to the customer, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I’m going to hand you off to her for a bit.” He says your name to further introduce you two. "Thank you for your patience.”

And for the first time up close, you look at the sunglassed man and smile. Perfect teeth flash at you, mildly astonishing you at how cute he looked when he did so. It’s not abnormal for you to find a customer attractive (it’s human, we’re human), but you don’t think a smile has ever made you secretly stop you from breathing for a second.

Flustered, you’re clumsy as you and Evan switch spots. He pats your shoulder one last time, muttering a thank you as he rushes to the back. You follow his movements and frown for a split second and forget your task at hand. You hope his daughter is okay. You hope the kitchen will be laughing in t-minus three minutes over the fact that little baby-Evan gained a new curse word under her belt.

“Sorry,” you say, looking back at the man. You find him looking directly at you, knowing only because of how his head is positioned. His sunglasses are too tinted to even see a little beneath. “Can I start you off with anything to drink?”

“Oh—uh, yeah,” he stammers, before clearing his throat and offering a crooked smile. “Coffee, please. Milk and two sugars.”

Your handwriting matches the pace as he speaks. You hold a smile on your face to keep up pleasantries. “And have you decided what you would like to eat?”

“Not yet,” he admits, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the menu. “Kind of hard to focus.” There’s a pause before he adds, a little quieter, “The menu’s got a lot of… options.”

You raise an eyebrow, tucking your notepad in the small pocket of your apron. You turn your head to see if anyone else is making coffee right now. You see Carrie there, and silently celebrate when she’s already staring at you. “All good. I’ll get your coffee ready and be right back–”

“—Wait.”

Your brows pinch, confused. “Yes?” His hand rubs the back of his neck, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “I was just, um… wondering if you had a favorite on the menu? Like… if there’s something you always recommend. Or—” He hesitates again, “Or like your favorite?”

You don’t know why he's so flustered. You don’t know why it makes you flustered. For a beat, you just look at him. Is he… trying to flirt with me? The thought isn’t unwelcome, but you certainly weren’t expecting it, or really believing it just yet. You tilt your head, trying your best to keep your expression neutral.

“Well,” you say eventually, “We have an all day breakfast, and that’s my favorite part of the menu, and I get it a lot. It’s on the next page.”

You wait for him to turn the menu, but he continues to stare back up at you, mouth agape.

“... Is that something you’re interested in?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” he replies immediately. And then, more composed, “Yeah, I can be in the mood for breakfast.” He finally flips the page, and his head tilts up to yours fleetingly.

“Great! Our cook, Jim, makes the best strawberry and white chocolate pancakes, so that’s what I would recommend from the breakfast menu.”

His lips tug into a small, bashful smile. “Sounds perfect. I’ll take that.”

“Perfect!” you grin, scribbling his order onto your notepad. “I’ll take this to the kitchen, and have your coffee ready soon!” You flash him one more look before retreating back towards the kitchen. You finally get to look back at Carrie, who is still looking at you, this time arms crossed.

“How was the couple?” you ask when you’re about to pass her.

“Annoyed them enough to leave.” She grabs your wrist, and you just dodge the yelp that wants to escape your lips. “Do you know who you were just talking to?”

You freeze. Her grip is firm, her expression serious enough to make you hesitate. Your gaze darts briefly toward the dining area, but you stop yourself from looking back at him. The last thing you want to do is risk being caught gawking.

“I... no?” you whisper, unsure of how to answer. But even as you say it, you feel a subtle heat creeping up your neck. The weight of eyes on your back makes your skin prickle, as if the mystery man somehow knows he’s the topic of conversation.

“Why don’t you go check the newspaper in the locker room and get back to me, yeah?” she finally lets her grip go, smirking like she knows something you don’t.

Carrie's words linger repeatedly in your brain as you hesitantly allow yourself to drop off the man’s order, and then to go see whether or not you’re serving a serial killer.

You slip the stripped paper from your notepad to Colin’s hands. “Table thirteen,” you say in passing as you make the rest of the way to the locker room, not even Judy’s cheerful wave as she smiles with a cupcake still in her hand can stop you from the mission you have decided to go on.

Upon entering the locker room, you gaze zeroes in newspaper lying flat on the bench, its closed pages teasing you with potential revelations about your current customer. You hesitantly flip it over as you come face-to-face with the front headline

HIT AND DIP: ROCKSTAR EDDIE MUNSON LEAVES IN HASTE AFTER CHICAGO SHOW

Your eyes widen as they lock onto the grainy photo accompanying the article. There’s no mistaking it. The guy at table thirteen. Eddie Munson. Rockstar. Your customer.

For the first time, you finally see his eyes. But instead of him taking his sunglasses off to reveal his brown hues, you see them straight on in the form of a camera flashing and printing onto the paper right in front of you. He looks borderline pissed as he’s gripping his guitar and shooing the paparazzi in the background away, the picture managing to catch the split-second that his eyes meet with the camera.

“He’s hot.”

You jump, clutching the newspaper to your chest as you turn to meet eyes with Judy casually leaning over your shoulder with a grin.

“Judy!” you hiss, sighing in relief.

“What?” she says plainly, “He is.”

“He is also currently Evan’s customer on table thirteen that I now have to serve.”

Judy’s pupil’s dilate. “Oh shit.”

You want to make a joking comment, calling Judy a cougar, but you’re interrupted by Carrie peeking her head in through the door. She looks down at the newspaper in your hands, and then back to your eyes. “Told you,” she says, her smirk from earlier still on her face.

Before you can respond annoyingly, Jim’s voice blares through the back. “Order up!” he shouts. “Waffles for thirteen!”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of its sockets.

“Jesus, do you ever slow down?” Carrie yells out the door.

They hear Jim’s “No!” and fan out back into the kitchen.

“Good luck, my love,” sings Judy.

“Can you ask for an autograph?” asks Carrie. She motions to her belly and gives it a soft pat. “She’ll think I’m real cool!”

“Ha, ha,” you roll your eyes, already holding the order as you kick the double doors open, passing back into the diner. You try your best to calm your heart as you pour coffee into the kettle, taking sugar from the side of the counter and putting two teaspoons into the mug. You feel eyes on you the entire time, and you don’t need to look up to know whose covered eyes they belong to.

It’s not every day that you get to serve a goddamn celebrity, so she thinks that everyone should give her a break (she’s specifically talking to her heart—it needs to stop beating so rapidly, making her brain think something is wrong).

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as you hold the plate on one hand, and the mug on the other. “Just a customer,” you whisper under your breath, beginning to walk. “Just a ridiculously famous, incredibly good-looking customer who better leave a stunning tip.”

As you approach table thirteen, you notice that Eddie shifts slightly in his seat. One of his legs bounces under the table, and he drums his fingers lightly against the edge of the booth.

You \ set the plate and coffee down in front of him, you catch the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Waffles and coffee,” you announce, sliding the plate and mug onto the table with practiced ease. You’re proud that your voice doesn’t shake—too much, anyway.

Eddie leans back, grinning up at you. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Your heart stops. You couldn’t help but think his eyes hold a knowing look, like he knew exactly what went down and now knows that you know exactly who he is.

“Enjoy,” you grin back.

Behind you, you hear him mutter something under his breath, followed by a quiet groan, and you can’t help but feel a small flutter in your chest that he enjoyed what you recommended to him.

The rest of the rockstar’s stay goes smoothly. You don’t intend on saying anything to give away what you know, despite it probably already being known, and you're grateful by this normalcy. You refill his coffee, make light conversation (the weather is particularly sunny and pretty today, shining through the windows and letting pretty glow spread through the diner), and take his plate when he’s wiped it clean.

You don’t even think much of his stay, mind already going back to it being a regular customer that deserves no more or less attention than anyone else is supposed to.

(Sure, his smile lingers in your mind a little longer than you’d like to admit—so what if his smile is better than any that you’ve seen, anyway?)

It isn’t until Eddie’s up and left and you trail back to the table to wipe it off, a damp rag in hand, do you notice the wad of cash left in his wake that is definitely worth more than his bill.

Your jaw drops down, staring at it and contemplating what to do with that much of an amount of money in front of you.

Next to it, a folded napkin sits.

Your mind immediately goes to an autograph; that he’s one of those celebrities, and he just couldn’t resist leaving a little something to prove of his appearance.

You’re taken back when you unfold it to see his number scribbled messily onto the fabric. Your fingers shake as you move your thumb to fully read the note that he added at the bottom,

Call me. Please. :)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #rockstar!eddie munson

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rowdyluv · 1 month ago

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𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 ʲʰ⁸⁶

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: cherry and bubba give their momma the scare of her life in the middle of prudential on a game day. who else but Jack to be the one to find them?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: missing kids, panicked mom, not much of a x reader, filler/starter

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ^ as said this is more of a starter piece for the au. also please remember that this 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞 @capquinn @star2fishmeg @crumpledcat @bewaryofpity (we miss aimes in this house she’s still mentioned because she started this!! the og bug is also alluded too in this 🥺)

Y/n had brought her twins, Cherry and Bubba, to the bustling Prudential Center for an exciting afternoon. They had just settled into one of the quieter staff areas, a brief respite from the chaos outside. The air had the smell of fresh popcorn and the distant murmur of eager fans filtering through the walls. The twins' eyes sparkled with excitement as they took in their surroundings, they definitely fit right in with their tiny devils jerseys on. Bubba sporting a ‘hat’ hat, while Cherry bad the cutest bows in her hair.

“You two sit right here and play, okay?” Y/n directed her two year olds handing them their favorite plushies before turning her attention towards her camera.

Her eyes narrowed as she fiddled with the camera lens, her mind racing through the shots she could have missed because of the foggy filter. Its the first home game with her new job as the media director of the New Jersey Devils. The nerves she felt about potentially messing it all up were astronomical. She was so self asorbed in her thoughts and changing her lens she hadnt notice the silence that had taken over the room.

Her head whipped around to face where she had sat the twins down.

Empty.

No Cherry.

No Bubba.

Her heart skipped a beat, the room spinning as panic set in. The plushies lie discarded on the floor, as if the twins had been whisked away by a gust of wind.

"Cherry? Bubba?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant thud of a door slamming shut somewhere in the haze of corridors outside. The color drained from her face as she scanned the room, desperation clawing at her chest. She knew Prudential Center was vast and filled with thousands of fans, but she never thought she'd have to navigate its labyrinth in a heart-stopping search for her babies.

Her eyes darted to the door as a security guard ambled by. "Oh, thank God," she gasped, sprinting towards him. The guard, an older, burly man with a kind smile, looked surprised but immediately stood erect and alert as she reached him, panting. "I-I can't find my twins. They were just here. A little girl with two ponytails and bows and a little boy in one of the team ‘hat’ hats. Both wearing the black jersey. They..They’re only two! They don’t usually wander off…"

The guard's smile faded, replaced by a stern expression. "Ma'am, please calm down. We'll find them," he reassured her, his radio crackling to life as he called in the missing children. "What's your name and the kids' names?"

“My name is Y/n, and I call my babies by their nicknames. My babygirl is Cherry and my babyboy is Bubba or Bubs.” She went on to tell him their legal names as well, but asked that his team approach them by their nicknames.

The security guard , who wore a name badge labeled ‘Mike’ nodded, scribbled the information down on his notepad, and spoke into his radio. "All guards please be on the look out. Two missing children. Toddlers, twins, a girl and a boy. Last seen down in the media room, both wearing New Jersey Devils jerseys..." The message was met with a series of acknowledgments as the search began to unfold across the sprawling complex. “Ms. Y/n, you and I will linger closer to the media staff room that way if they wander back we will see them.”

Y/n nodded, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest that she feared it might drown out any distant cries from her babies. She felt like she was moving through a fog, the corridors stretching out before her like a never-ending nightmare. She tried to keep her voice steady as she called out their names, her eyes scanning every corner and crevice for a glimpse of their tiny figures. Her mind raced with fearful questions, regretful questions: why did I dress them in black? Why did I turn my back? Why had they left? Were they lost? Had someone taken them?

Mike, kept up a calm and reassuring demeanor. He led her through the back hallways, checking in with other staff members and security personnel as they walked around the surrounding area. Mike opening different rooms and checking while Y/n stayed out in the open hall. Y/n felt the weight of every second ticking by, each one heavier than the last. Her eyes stung with the threat of tears, blurring her vision as they moved from room to room. “I thought we were staying near the staff room?” She asked more to herself, not outwardly to Mike for answer. He was doing his job, and for her.

His radio spit to life once again and they both halted, awaiting any news.

“Sir, I have the twins.” A sweet young woman’s voice cracks through Mike’s radio. “They won’t leave Mr. Hughes, so all four if us will meet you in the staff room.”

Relief flooded through Y/n’s body so suddenly it felt like she might collapse. Her knees buckled in a sense of relief, her babies were found. But who did she say? She clutched the guard’s arm. Many of the same questions still ran through her mind. Why?

They rushed down the corridor, the sound of laughter growing louder, more distinct. Finally, they arrived at the staff room, where the young woman on the radio was waiting. She looked flustered but had a gentle smile on her face. "They're in here," she said, pointing to the open doorway.

Y/n pushed past her, heart in her throat, and there they were: Cherry, her cheeks flushed with excitement, giggling as she tried to climb onto Jack Hughes' broad shoulders, and Bubba, clutching Jack's hand with a wide grin that revealed his tiny baby teeth. The star player looked a bit bewildered but was clearly enjoying the twins' attention.

Y/n was blinded by pure joy her babies were safe that she wrapped Jack in a hug. A million thank yous falling from her lips.

Jack, taken aback by the sudden embrace, felt a warmth spread through him. He hadn’t expected this reaction from the usually composed Y/n, but he couldn’t deny the way her desperation and gratitude made his chest tighten.

“No biggy. I think its safe to say little bit here likes me.” He chuckles nodding his head at cherry who has successfully made it on to his shoulders.

Y/n can't help but laugh nervously as she gently takes cherry from his shoulders and holds her close. "How did you find them?"

Jack's eyes twinkle as he recounts the bizarre encounter. "Well, I walked in to get changed for warm ups, and there was Cherry sitting in my stall, with my jersey like it was a blanket. And Bubba, he was with Nico, playing some game." The twins looked up at them with their wide, innocent eyes, clearly enjoying their unexpected playtime with the towering athletes. "We didn't have a clue who they belonged to, but they were having the time of their lives, so we just kept playing. They had us wrapped around their little fingers," he admits, a touch of fondness in his voice. Jack looked at Cherry as she made grabee hands at him. “Cherry reminds me of my brother’s little girl.” He gently rubbed her cheek and she giggled. “I dont get to see Bug often enough so i loved having a moment to play with her. Bubs here would love to meet my younger brother’s boy.” Jack nudged Bubba’s hat down a bit, resulting in a huff accompanied by a stomp from Bubba.

Nico poked his head into the room, his expression a mix of relief and amusement. "Jack, Keefe is looking for you. Oh! Glad to see you found who the littles belong too," he said with a chuckle, nodding at the twins. Y/n couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for interrupting their pre-game routine. "I'm sorry, guys. I don't know how they even got down there. They hardly ever do things like that and when they do its at home!”

Jack, shrugged it off with a smile. "It's all good. They're pretty great little fans. I better go see what Coach needs," he said in a heavy sigh. Almost as if he didn’t want to leave just yet.

“Wait, Jack! If playing with the twins for that bit of time really made you happy…if you want we could..” She let her words stop when she caught the look he was giving her. His eyes full of hope, a small, soft smile gracing his lips. “Maybe, we.. uhm maybe we could set up a day for you to play with them? I mean since you miss your brother’s kid and all, not like to try and replace them or anything of course.” Y/n rambled nervously. Suddenly unsure why she started offering up her kids as a playdate to a professional athlete.

“Thanks Y/n. I can get Luke to bring Bud around too. How about we chat after the game?” Jack’s smile grew as he walked backwards towards the door but he ducked out before she could properly answer him. He left her standing there, holding Cherry and Bubba clinging to her pant leg, feeling entirely bewildered by what all just happened.

Because what the hell did just happen?

#cay writes #jack hughes #dad!jack hughes #dad!jack #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #uncle!quinn Hughes #uncle!luke hughes #nj devils fic #nhl fic #jack hughes fic #queued #!Stepping Up

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ilminnestrone · 4 months ago

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Any thoughts on Genesis' design? *pulls out a notepad so I can take notes*

It took me a while, sorry for that, but tomorrow it's actually my first fandom anniversary and I can't be normal about my baby boy. To avoid to spiral into madness I'll solely talk about Crisis Core design and pretend long-haired Genesis doesn't even exist (he does. I love him). This post is gonna be a behemoth.

Physical traits

As I said, Genesis' soft features, lovely baby blues (I personally HC that he had grey eyes before mako), fluffy hair in a stupid bisexual bob, subtle make-up and androgynous facial proportions make him look stupidly pretty. However, these features are inextricably entwined with Gackt's sexiest traits: signature full lips, a muscular body, seductive expressions. If there's one thing I don't like about fanon, it's the general opinion that Genesis is short. Gackt is 1.80/5.11, Genesis is 187/6.2 (which was Sephiroth's height in OG, ah!), so he may be shorter than Angeal and Sephiroth, but he is still BIG.

His build and clothing make him look less intimidating, though: the high-waisted trousers, the way his coat is cut, and the tight shoulder guards make him look a lot thinner than he actually is, but I'm pretty sure the coat itself hides a lot of his actual body mass. He is slender, but not scrawny. Without the coat, I would suggest that we could admire a fuller chest than Sephiroth's (this is quite clear from the design), wide hips and less muscular definition than Sephiroth, because he actually has more body fat than him (look at that fuller face and those thighs).

But here comes the character behind the design: he is pretty, but he chooses to be sexy. He swings his hips, he dances into battle, he seduces with his voice. He reclaims his own sexual self in a way that cishet bros hate, and that's why we love him: he reclaims agency over his own body and refuses his role as a victim (even though he is one), even when he begins to degrade. I'll come back to this when I talk about his wing (speaking of which, doesn't his hair remind you of delicate bird feather? Just to say).

Clothes

The proof of what I'm saying comes from their choice of clothing. Sephiroth and Genesis uniforms are incredibly similar: they both wear high-waisted leather trousers, knee boots, a stomach guard with the leather straps crossing on their chest, ankle-long coats with big shoulder guards and metal cuffs, gloves. Their both bend the regulatory uniform that we can see on Angeal and Zack with their boots and straps (Genesis slightly less because he still wears the black turtleneck: we don't know if SOLDIER: Firsts can freely customise their uniform and Angeal simply chose not, but it would be rather in character; although, since it's rather difficult to imagine Sephiroth choosing to dress like a fetish model on his own terms, I feel like it's even more in character to imagine Genesis actually bending the rules to get his own version of a hero attire.

As you can see, he looks smaller even in a 1:1 comparison. I'm pretty sure it's a military tactic. Angeal is canonically a tank, I guess Genesis would be slower due to the necessity to cast more, so looking vulnerable could be a good tactic to lure enemies close enough to burn them to a crisp.

But why I think this proves his sexual agency? Sephiroth goes around in corporate spaces without a shirt on. Angeal's arms would be more adequate on Men's Health cover than in an office. Genesis is actually the only one who's completely dressed up: we can only see his face and hair, not a single sliver of skin is visible throughout the Compilation. Even is haircut is relatively tame in comparison to Sephiroth and Angeal's. Yet, he still manages to be to the more sexually charged of the trio, the more intense and erotic, because he built a symbolism and mannerism around himself that are more charged that his partner's.

His clothes are so identitary that change with the character (Dirge of Cerberus Genesis is Nomura's personal belt paradise) and make him stand out even if he's always second best. AGSZC all wear mainly black: Genesis only wear a crimson coat, but every other item on him, and even his wing, is black. If we take hair into account, Sephiroth has just as much silver on himself. Yet, Genesis is the only First who is stongly visually associated with a colour (yeah, we call Sephiroth the Silver General, but we still visually connect him with black, especially after Nibelheim). I feel the reason lays in the fact the "Silver Identity" is somehow fabricated and imposed over Sephiroth (Angeal, the only one without a coat, sacrified his whole personal identity towards a greater military identity), while Genesis' is conquered and chosen.

Let's talk about colours then.

Colours

First of all I wanted to show you this palette I made with the colour of Genesis' coat, the colour of a ripe Banora White and their exact 50/50 mix:

Yep, I know, shocking.

First of all, he has auburn hair, a characteristic that has historically been associated both to carnal sin (Mary Magdalene, witches, vampires) and innocence (the childish, cute ginger stereotype, like Pippi Longstocking and Anne), which perfectly fits with the theme of Crisis Core, corruption of innocence: right after he murdered his parents and wiped out his entire village, Gillian can only say "he used to be such a good boy".

Italian writer Giovanni Verga wrote a short story in 1878 about a Sicilian Boy called Rosso Malpelo (lit. Red Badhair), and it became a common figure of speech in Italy.

But in a more literal sense, Genesis is the proverbial "red-headed stepchild". Since red hair is a recessive genetic trait, a red-haired child born to a family of different colouring immediately rises questions. Genesis having red hair makes him a problem from the very start, making his adoption immediately less discrete.

Let's talk about red, then. Genesis is never, never in the right palette. Our boy is a warm spring and he should never, under any circumstances wear black. The only Firsts who look great in black are Angeal and Zack, who share the same bright winter palette.

As you can see, Genesis' coat is too muted and too cold for his palette. Wanna know whose palette has that exact shade of crimson? Yep, a Summer Cool palette, which means Sephiroth. If you want proof of what I'm saying think about the scenes where he expresses heroism and power and looks chromatically in his element (bright, warm):

And where he doesn't (muted, cool), because they're scenes who represent his downfall and were Zack and Sephiroth look great:

Let me tell you: silver is a fucking punishment on him. He should be covered in warm reds and gold. But he can't be better than Sephiroth. He doesn't even want to be; however, setting on being his equal he actually ends up being worse than him. And silver actually becomes his punishment: the more he becomes like Sephiroth, the less he becomes his equal.

Weapons

I have very strong opinions about Rapier. I personally believe that he points and laugh at those who don't get the irony of calling what it's in fact basically a broadsword Rapier.

Rapier is a quite similar to a Swiss Waloon Sword, or a Venetian Schiavona, wide bladed sword with a double edge. This kind of sword were mainly made to slash, opposed as rapiers that were thrust oriented: that's because rapiers are thinner, pointier and lighter. But Genesis actually uses Rapier... as a rapier! He uses to take advantage of space, using the point like in the modern fencing, to casts spells.

Why not using an actual rapier, then? Well, because he can. He is a big show off, of course, but he's also a SOLDIER, he's strong, tall and he can actually use a big intimidating sword without running low on energy. We actually see him using Rapier as the broadsword she is in his first duel with Zack, when he disarms him and when actually attempt to slash him right after.

Fun fact: you can't forge coloured steel. So Rapier's red colour is probably achieved through electroplating with copper.

I'm pretty sure the hilt (I HC that he designed it himself) hosts two Indipendent Materia (I would bet a Magic Up and a First Strike

Wing

I won't be long because I tagged a beautiful post underneath with a long debate on Genesis' wing, but I wanna add a couple of design elements.

When I first played Crisis Core, I really didn't understand the whole angel wings narrative. Sephiroth has an angel wing. Genesis' is an abomination. It looks like avian and human anatomy didn't fit properly together: the thing it's huge and it has five joints. I'm pretty sure he would have loved a pretty angel wing (I can even imagine him doting on Angeal's after he joined him), but not that thing that he never chose in first place, but was imposed on him before he was born.

To me, when he pushes the damn wing aside in Hollander's lab, a hideous gigantic wing who make a graceful and collected man goofy and ungraceful, he's reclaiming himself over whatever imposition, even if genetic.

I really hope this was enough to satiate your hunger, if not, here there are other posts where I talked about Genesis character design:

Wing symbolism

Pretty VS hot

Make-up

#genesis rhapsodos #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #ask #headcanon

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moscnios · 1 year ago

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Straw Hats x Fem reader platonic! This just popped into my head after watching ATLA! What if S/O, who’s mute, owned a pet messenger bird? No, scratch that, a pet messenger hawk? Sharp-looking, intelligent, and fast, he’s her pet companion that she takes care of sweetly and kindly. He can deliver messages to anyone around the world! I’m surprised that One Piece didn’t have a pet parrot, besides Karoo. HCs?

★ WITH A MUTE CREWMATE WHO HAS A PET MESSENGER HAWK! headcanons ★

── featuring. the strawhats.

── cw. gn!reader. no pronouns used. platonic. mentions of your hawk fighting zoro and sanji lol. not proofread.

── notepad. this has been sitting in my inbox SO LONG. IM SO SORRY. i really hope this reaches the og anon.

accidentally crossing paths with the new rag-tag group of hotshot pirates that were becoming a thorn in the side of the marines was unexpected. becoming a trusted member almost overnight was even more so

you are welcomed with open arms by your new family. well, you and your vigilant and protective hawk that was always perched on your shoulder, ready to snap at the hands of your new and still unfamiliar crewmates if they got to get too close to you

luffy, friendly and touchy as he can be, seems to be your hawk's main victim of the pecking. he never learns

outside of steering clear away from your violent friend with wings, the straw hats do everything in their power to ensure you are comfortable. never will you ever feel left out with them

they make sure to always include you in conversations, even if you don't want to contribute to them

they learn other ways to communicate with you, whether it is handing you a pen and a pad to write on, or starting to learn sign language. whatever makes you the most comfortable

your crewmates have an unintentional habit of checking for you the moment you are no longer in their line of sight

nami is the worst about it. she can't even count the number of times she almost had a heart attack thinking you were gone because she didn't see you for more than five seconds, before smothering you in big sister hugs and scolding you to never do it again

franky is the second worst about it. the one time the two of you went on a mission to find supplies in a village, he got distracted and kept walking, not noticing that you stopped a while ago. when he turned around and you were nowhere to be found, he was losing it. he called for you all over the village before falling to his knees in despair and crying a river before you returned having already found the supplies. he swore if he wasn't already crying he would have cried tears of joy when he saw you again

the straw hats find your pet hawk and the bond that the two of you share is very cool. to demonstrate their intelligence, you write a letter to your family back home and send your hawk on its way. when the bird returns a day later with another letter when its journey should have taken them weeks, the straw hats are in amazement

every now and then they ask your permission to send letters to their loved ones, even though you've told them several times that they don't need permission

it was just getting your hawk to like them is a whole other thing

your hawk absolutely loves chopper and robin. when they are not near you, they are perched on the top of chopper's hat, watching the reindeer do his tasks, while feeding them snacks in between.

while with robin, your hawk is comfortable enough to snuggle into her lap and fall asleep as they do with you while she reads on the deck of the sunny. you're starting to think they love her more than they love you

but you need more than two hands to count the number of times your hawk has left a few of your crewmates full of scratches due to being irritated by them, mostly zoro and sanji because of their "stupid bird" comments

well what can you do, the bird has a mind of its own

MANGEKYOU 2024 ── do not copy, repost, or translate my works onto this platform or any other !

#☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.#one piece #the strawhats #the straw hats #strawhats #strawhat pirates #strawhats x reader #straw hats x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons

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ajdrawshq · 2 years ago

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every time i see an au or something that makes joker a Bad Boy(tm) or like. anything less than some quiet but dorky teenager i come back to this post

bored n my back hurts. look at my notepad jokers

#hello. thinking abt this doofus again #even tho these were so low effort i am quite fond of notepad joker #hes just a funny lil guy to me i love him dearly..#like i totally understand the appeal and the aesthetic of it all but he really just. is not like that #i really love the lil traits of his that we see during the story and his silly antics n deeply caring personality are vv endearing #quiet n chill but determined. bit of a showoff. unable to turn away from what he deems unjust #ceases function whenever his lil kitty friend goes missing. doesnt like crepes. wouldnt let anyone die if he could help it #cares so so deeply for people close to him. even if theyve wronged him in horrible ways #really enjoys being a phantom thief. also really enjoys wearing a dress or dressing feminine in general #like genuinely he brings it up at Least 4 times in q2. maybe 5. love the gender king #sometimes when looking at his in game model he does look realisticly kinda intimidating #bc hes pretty tall even when slouching n he has a bit of a resting bitch face.. but the second he opens his mouth that goes out the window #he has such a fun range of being both cool and uncool #like when i try to call him pathetic i remember the cinematic shots of him at either the vanilla or royal ending fights #but that is also the same guy who faceplants directly into a treadmill and lays half dead on the ground afterwards #i just think hes neat :3 #i will now stop my rant here before i go on a tangent abt november 20. bc i remembered my own tags on the og post #p5

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sid-the-sandwich · 1 year ago

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Obey Me! In-game Statistics app

this is part 4 of the features I would love to be in the game to enhance gameplay or just fun features

this feature im thinking of is an activity log. it will essentially keep all the statistics of the game from the moment you started playing.

im honestly surprised this type of mechanic isn't already in the game. Some achievements are logged, but at a certain point, it stops counting (Eg, the battles per character count stops at 800) after that it's a mystery if you want to know how much you've done.

if this where an app in game I would envision the icon to look like:

(I was going to do a notepad but I decided a clock perhaps work better, but i couldn't pick a colour; maybe you can say which colour you like best?)

when clicking this icon, it would open an in-game app that would have every character to show stats per character, plus the sheep icon (or RAD newspaper) for overall stats, combining overall.

i made a mock up of what the screen could look like, but I'm no graphic designer so I basically edited the 'To-do' screen from the OG game.

I've thought of many elements for the screen: it will have many stats per character, separated into 'Story' and 'Battle' with the Sheep MC having a third 'Other' category.

the 'Story' section will contain stats regarding the lessons and romance, for example 'how many romance choices for that character' and a 'Kiss counter'

The 'Battle' section will contain stats when battling, like how many battles won, lost, forfeited, etc.

The 'Other' category will only be for the combination of ALL the stats from the whole game, (Only Sheep MC/RAD newspaper will have this one)

As the game progresses these stats will be filled out; the surprise guests items at the top will be 'question-marked' until the player gives the items to the character for the first time,

what stats will be tracked:

Story:

Times chosen

Times rejected

Favrouite moment (most replayed)

intimacy

Hug counter

Kiss counter

Outfits collected

Battle:

Total battles

Battles won

Battles lost

Battles forfeited

Win rate % (overall with character)

Special moves used

Support items used

Play time

Battle streak (longest consecutive battles with the character)

Surprise guest interactions

Favourite card

Other: (For overall only)

Power-on count

Friend count

Grimm aquired

Grimm spent

DP aquired

DP spent

DV aquired

DV spent

items brought

Surprise guests

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I apologize if this all sounds boring, but personally, I like to see how much I've played, so if I do eventually make it to lesson 80, I can say "Wow, it took 'BLANK' number of levels to complete the game' or stuff like 'i played Mammon in battle 'BLANK' number of times"

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amybizarre · 6 months ago

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🎄✨𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓝𝓻. 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮✨🎄

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽: Family Tradition

𝓐𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮: All

𝓣𝔂𝓹𝓮: Short Story (No warnings)

𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪𝔂'𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻!

You've been busy the entire day. With the help of Jazzy, Swan and Butch, you've been cooking up a storm for the festivities tomorrow. There had been so many potatoes to peel, so many pots to stir, so much meat to be prepared, so much sauce to be made.

All for feeding your lovely Wallies a festive feast tomorrow. It took the entire day and now you and your cooking team were rightfully tuckered out. But there was still one problem to solve for today: Dinner.

There was absolutely no way you'd even look at the stove today anymore. Luckily your family had a trdition for that, that solved this problem very nicely.

"Alright folks! Which pizzas do y'all want for dinner?", you asked loudly as you entered the living room, where most (if not all) Wallies were right now. To catch their attention better, you waved a flyer from a pizza delivery service around.

Immediately all heads turned to you, some expressions confused, others excited and one sceptical.

"Pizza?", Actor asked, looking up from his phone for once. "How comes?"

"Didn't you cook all day?" Royal tilted his head, keeping his friendly smile.

You smiled and crossed your arms, leaning against the door frame. "That's the point precisely. I've been in the kitchen all day. But all that food is for tomorrow. I do not plan on cooking any more today. Which means: Pizza for dinner today."

Eyes all across the room lit up.

"Besides, it's been a tradition in my family for a while now. So I'm keen on continuing it.", you added.

That was all it took to get the yellow fellas to flock around you, each one stating their order. You nodded along and patiently noted everything down on a notepad RF had provided you with last minute.

OG had never eaten Pizza before and wasn't sure what he would like. You offered to share a simple salami pizza with him, which he accepted. Royal didn't even know what a pizza was exactly. You explained it to him like a flat bread with sauce, toppings and cheese on it. Now excited, he ordered one with mushrooms and ham.

RF and Gray wanted to share a pizza hawaii and Actor wanted the most expensive one after reading the entire flyer.

Lovesick ordered the same thing as you, but with extra cheese. So he could continue to be his "cheesy" self, as he liked to inform you.

In the end, the list of pizzas represented the entire range of human emotion. Just in the form of pizzas. If you catch my drift.

The phone call to order them all took about... 20 minutes. Just to place your order. Whoopsie!

After that was done and dealt with, Lovesick hugged your arm and nuzzled it with his cheek. You smiled down at him.

"What's up, Lovesick?"

He giggled, gazing up at you. "A direction, silly~ Aside from that, I was just interested in that family traditon of yours. Tell me more, please~?"

You pulled him along to the couch and tiredly plopped down on it. He wasted no time to start cuddling with you. Wrapping your arms around him, you hummed.

"Well, additionally to eating pizza, we added a little twist to it. My family and I used to eat it on the living room floor, like a picnic. And while eating, we usually watched something on the telly."

Lovesick's eyes sparkled in amazement. "Like a picnic, you say? That sounds really romantic...!"

You nodded. "In a sense it was. When we turned off the big lights and only used the Christmas decorations instead. It was very cozy each time."

Suddenly he sat up straight, softly shaking your shoulders with barely controlled enthusiasm.

"Can we do that too?? Pretty please?! I'll help you set up the blamkets too!"

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, alright! We can do that. I'm sure the others will appreciated it too."

With that being said, he practically dragged you off the couch in excitement. The two of you spread blankets all over the living room floor, to accomodate as much alternates as possible.

Although... A few of them would probably have to sit on the couches and armchairs anyway. You could name at least three, who definitely would.

RF, because he's old. Opposite, because he doesn't wanna participate in the sillies. And Actor, because he thinks he deserves better than the floor. Fair enough though.

Before you knew it, the pizza arrived. The poor delivery boy had trouble balancing the high stack of cartons, so you hastily took it from him to prevent anything from falling down. While you brought everything to the living room and distributed the boxes between the many hungry puppets. Actor, being the richest one in this household, paid the delivery guy for now. He'd probably ask for his money back though. At least from the alternates he didn't like that much.

Before you knew it, the house was filled with the delicious smell of pizza and quiet chatter of your beloved found family.

Bon Appetit! <3

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home au #advent series #day 23 #original wally #rf wally #grayscale wally #opposite wally #actor wally #Lovesick Wally #royalty wally #butcher wally #jazzercise wally #swan wally #I think that's all that I mentioned?#Who knows-

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multifandomfix · 6 months ago

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You And Wadsworth Pining For Each Other Would Include

You and Wadsworth often exchange lingering glances across the mansion, both pretending not to notice but secretly hoping the other does.

When you brush past each other in the narrow hallways, Wadsworth always stiffens slightly, his composure briefly slipping before he quickly recovers with an apology.

You catch Wadsworth straightening his tie or smoothing his jacket whenever you enter the room, though he insists it’s simply a habit.

Wadsworth frequently finds excuses to check on you throughout the evening, offering refreshments, asking if you need anything, or making light conversation to mask his concern for your comfort.

During moments of chaos, his protective instincts kick in, and he subtly positions himself between you and any potential danger, even as he tries to maintain a professional demeanor.

When you laugh at his witty remarks, Wadsworth’s reserved exterior cracks, and he allows himself a brief, almost bashful smile before redirecting the conversation.

You notice that his usually sharp eyes soften when he looks at you, though he quickly looks away when caught.

When you reach for the same object, a candlestick, a glass, or even a notepad, your hands occasionally brush, and the contact lingers just a moment too long.

In the quiet moments between the chaos, Wadsworth confides small details about his life, offering glimpses of vulnerability that make your heart ache for him.

Wadsworth’s carefully measured words falter when speaking to you, and his attempts at keeping his emotions in check often result in nervous fidgeting.

When you find yourself in distress, his voice softens as he reassures you, lingering a bit longer than necessary as if reluctant to leave your side.

After an especially tense encounter, Wadsworth finally allows his guard to slip, brushing his fingers against yours in silent comfort, and for once, he doesn’t immediately pull away.

For anon

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#wadsworth #wadsworth headcanons #wadsworth x reader #clue #clue headcanons #request #send requests #requests open

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bapydemonprincess · 26 days ago

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Please excuse my poor attempts to do more detailed doodles on my notepad app than usual.. I've been dying to recreate a famous Sailor Moon manga scene some might recognize this as...

(unfortunately no way I could draw the middle part with Grelle kneeling and stuff grhtdfkugl)

but this is related to a kuro au idea where it's like the og manga sailor moon plot; everyone was reincarnated, including Sebastian and Grelle. Once upon a time Heaven Earth and Hell had Kingdoms instead of just being places... And one of those Kingdoms Mey Rin was the Princess, and many of the servants we know were her sworn protectors, but Grelle was one as well. She was still a kind of grim reaper race of sorts, but they were considered the strongest protectors of ones like Princess Mey Rin... Like her first in command or something, like Venus is.

And this means the Princess met a "Prince" of sorts from another Kingdom as well..

And that was Sebastian.

And, just like the Sailor Moon manga, both nobles were not supposed to meet and grow to love each other as they did...

For Hell and Heaven and Earth were not on friendly terms in this era.

So yeah this was just my excuse to draw this.. and indulge in Grellerin as well as Sebamey... tryduyfuglih 💖🌙

#kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji au #mey rin #grelle sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #o!ciel #bardroy #bard #finnian #finny #grellerin #sebamey #my art

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gogotti · 2 years ago

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hey!! first off, your writing is just *chef's kiss*, i love it!!!

could i pretty please request smutty michael myers (og or rz) with an afab reader who is kinda silly, snarky, very much a funny friend/class clown type personality, and who likes egging him on and taunting him because they love when he's extra rough with them? they're just a wee bit of a brat who likes being scared and wants to be put in their place. tyyyy 💗🥺

First, thank you so much!! You are the first *chef's kiss* I've ever got so this made me very happy!!! I chose RZ for this because bark bark lmfaooo but I hope you enjoy it! I don't know if I interpreted this the right way so if I didn't I'm sorry, you are more than welcome to try again! ;) I did it half hc's and half fic cause I HAD to write the smutty part out.

and if you'd like to see more Michael Myers I have a few other fics!!

Michael Myers/Reader - NSFW

Warnings: none really, readers being silly goofy and fucking with Michael, Michael chokes you, Michael gets to cum but you don't :( I'm trying something new and using the word "cunt" instead of "pussy" so that's in there too

Messing with Michael was by far your favorite activity.

Michael’s minding his business, sitting in his art room making masks, and you? You’ve been tearing small pieces of paper from the notepad at your side and trying to get one to land in his ear.

Michael’s trying to peacefully watch a movie and you're in the other room with the remote, turning it on and off to fuck with him and making him think he’s sitting on it

Every time he would huff and grunt at you, you would playfully do it back, effectively making any communication impossible. And earning you a warning growl when you passed the 5-minute mark

(Which was 3 minutes longer than Michael would have normally tolerated, so you saw it as a win)

Earlier you managed to find his candy stash, which he very much prided himself on hiding from you, and decided to parade around the house with his last remaining Hersey bar. You weren’t gonna eat it, of course, you were going to let him think you were.

The look on his face, which for once was one that you couldn't decipher, made chills go down your spine, and as Michael passed by you couldn't help but cower slightly.

You literally ran back to his stash and put it back. You also made a note to yourself to buy him more, just in case.

You even went as far as hiding his jumpsuit, which looking back at the situation from your standpoint now, was the best and maybe, possibly, the worst decision you’ve made yet.

It was obvious Michael wanted to go out tonight, his patience had been worn thin since he woke up and you were, intentionally, the cause of it. You were sitting comfortably in the center of your shared bed, watching and grinning every time Michael turned his back to you as he paced the room, desperately trying to remember where he last put his jumpsuit. You had been silent until this point, wanting Michael to simmer in his frustration a bit longer before you offered nothing but a witty comment to aggravate him further.

Your eyes swept around the room slowly, eventually settling on the closet he tore apart in his search. His jumpsuit sat comfortably under his pillow, folded as flat as you could get it in a fit of giggles, so Michael’s fit of destruction was very unnecessary, as well as a fitting punishment for you to deal with later. You glanced at Michal again, who stood silently across from you. “Michael, maybe you missed something in the clo-..!”

Michael rushed at you suddenly, you didn't have time to avoid the crushing fist that clamped around your neck; your sputtering and grabbing at Michael’s hand did not stop him from pushing you back against the headboard and knocking the wind out of you. As you struggled to breathe Michael stood above you, blue eyes staring down with less than violent intentions, surprisingly. His eyes were settled on his jumpsuit, folded and tossed haphazardly under his pillow, which had been tossed to the side in his fit. He knew that you were the one who put it there, so his eyes shot to you, and he huffed at your struggle to look innocent. “Oh… It’s under your pillow, Michael…” You looked at him cautiously before moving to pick it up and mindlessly wipe and mess with it. “Hm… wonder how it got there… I could’ve sworn-!!”

Again, Michael grabbed at your throat, only this time he kept you suspended. He quickly swiped everything but a single pillow off of the bed, tossing you down, and roughly flipping you over when you landed. It was much easier to let him toss you around, so you didn't bother moving; instead, you settled into your spot, quickly getting comfortable underneath him, a cocky grin forming on your face that you were glad Michael wasn't paying attention too. The sound of the nightstand being rummaged through grabbed your attention, and you could only turn your head slightly before he roughly grabbed your hair, shoving you into the pillow below you. You moaned into the pillow at the grip he had on your hair, just barely able to hear Michael’s huff from above you. The sudden noise of Michael tossing something onto the dresser drew your attention again, and only now could you hear the wet noises coming from Michael.

He took his hand off of your head and slipped it underneath you, scooping you up slightly and moving around a bit before placing his cock between your thighs, close enough so the tip could bump against your cunt. You hummed as you felt Michael begin to move, placing you down and beginning to thrust slowly. His cock brushed against your clit deliciously, and your body immedietly melted at the feeling, soft breaths and moans spilling from your mouth as Michael rocked slowly above you. Michael shifted, the bed dipping on your sides slightly, and you quickly assumed he was adjusting, only to have your hair pulled roughly, your head flying back so you could see Michael perfectly. He quickly let go of your hair, now reaching for your throat and grabbing harshly. He placed his other hand on your hip, squeezing a bruise into your side as he began to thrust faster. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and high-pitched whines and moans poured from your hanging jaw, unable to close because of the brutal pleasure Michael was putting you through.

His cock rammed into your clit, the feeling making your cunt clench around nothing and drawing a loud plea from your mouth. “Michael, please, I want you inside!” You whined loudly as Michael huffed and continued to roughly fuck your thighs, seemingly ignoring your plea. A yelp left your mouth as Michael slightly slowed for a moment to thrust himself into your cunt, grunting at the feeling of your walls clenching down onto his cock, and continuing his brutal pace. The stretch of Michael suddenly entering you was painful, but each rough thrust sent a shock of pleasure through you that made you bite into your lip in order to keep yourself grounded. It wasn't long before you felt the familiar pull of an orgasm begin to form in your core, and you could tell Michael was getting closer too, his thrusts began to get rougher and sloppier. You needed more, but whining and pleading for Michael to do literally anything to finally make you cum seemed useless since Michael wasn’t paying any attention to you. You could feel Micheal's hips stutter and slow as he thrust himself balls deep, filling your cunt.

You whined as Michael slowed, and that feeling in your core began to fade until you were right back where you started: desperately needing Michael to rail you. He slowly pulled out and your eyes widened, “You're not done, are you?”

Michael of course didn't respond, instead, you watched as he got off of the bed and snatched his jumpsuit off of the floor, carelessly walking into the bathroom as you stared at him in shock. He came out of the bathroom shortly after, immediately turning toward the door to leave causing you to sit up quickly, speaking loud enough to get his attention.

“What if I said I’m sorry?”

#rz michael myers #michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #rob zombie michael myers #michael myers x reader

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Riddle watches New Wish - Post #11

Starting with Weird Science.

TWO people named Grey participated in this show?

Cosmo: Ooh, what a tasty-looking dinner! I love potatoes! Me: Cosmo, aren't you allergic to potato skins? Cosmo: /eats the lightbulb. Me: ... Carry on.

Really cool hallway angle! Also:

angry.

Those dance and voting posters have been up for quite a while, which seems unusual for a school. Did we really skip several weeks forward in time with Episode 3, then everything is crammed in tight after that? Where's that dang moon? I need it.

Seriously, Sneezy Hawkins dance has been up since Hazel arrived, and it's been many weeks since then.

Cosmo and Wanda altering the laws of science in order to make her science project work is hilarious. Of course they would.

How many music rooms does 1 school need?

Hazel's class is near the entrance of school, 2nd floor. If you look at the school's front, she's on the right-hand side.

JORGEN'S BACK!! Time to wreck Hazel for altering physics.

Basically Hazel, with no sense of self-preservation: Jorgen, I tried using magic to cheat a competition. Jorgen internally: I'm very mad and also disappointed.

Dev is the grumpiest little meditator. Doesn't even chant, smh. Why does his bag say "Mediocre," are we gonna talk about that?

Hazel's parents are so caring.

Mystery She Wished

Oh, noir? I was just thinking about noir earlier toda- WANING CRESCENT!

Hazel and her dad watching movies together is cute. She likes scary movies and he likes the paranormal- They're a perfect pair.

"I have to charge my ghost crystals" okay Dad.

Cracking up at Hazel interviewing Wanda for her mystery. Big "Where's Wanda?" vibes.

I was sitting here like "Why is she asking Wanda?" and then I was like "Oh yeah, she still lives here. She lives across the hall. She pays rent." I like that Hazel thinks she's on bad terms with the landlady.

I said in Post 10 that I was sad we hadn't seen more of Cosmo and Wanda's life in the apartment because I felt like we were missing opportunities to engage with the environment (and see them struggling to be human). This is exactly what I wanted.

Cosmo: Unless... I did it and framed Wanda?

Okay, now you're just being meta. I was gonna not tell readers that you're responsible for Wanda's disappearance in "Where's Wanda?" and that's why it's funny Hazel's interviewing you two, but... that's WAY funny they put that in there.

Those are some... weird stares. Why do they look different than the other characters? Is it the eyes? Also, this guy sounds like Daran Norris.

I like how Cosmo and Wanda still have their crowns while in pencil and notepad disguise.

Hazel talking about how she had to sleep to recover from the mystery "and also because I'm 10 and can't set my own bedtime."

Hazel is being so weird to this poor kid. That's her first introduction to him; that's hilarious. He's probably a twin since he doesn't recognize her on their second conversation.

OG series Elvis? MARK CHANG??

Hazel's parents: We're going to dinner with the new family. Hazel: They're cannibals and I'm gonna die.

/staring intensely: "We always follow social norms and blend in! :)" What the heck is wrong with this guy? These two are totally aliens. Is that why Mark's picture was on the conspiracy board?

I like how Hazel's stuck in mystery mode until she solves the mystery because she wished to be like SDFKJSDFISOKJD OH NO-

Okay. She wished to be like the detectives on TV, who didn't use magic to solve their mysteries, and I should really pause before typing, but in my mind I was like "There's literally no way they're going to put an Easter egg in this pantry."

... Oh. I 100% thought I spotted the aliens from "So Totally Spaced Out" who were defeated by eating them, but upon rewinding and pausing, that looks like a regular rabbit.

Now I'm disappointed.

Twins! I was right. Also, this is a really dark episode for a show that still, this many episodes in, refuses to give me the child abuse I'm craving.

This is how normal people eat with guests.

... The twist is that they're doomsday preppers? I thought that was obvious? They said they were preparing for the end of the world and they were stockpiling supplies for that. Maybe I'm too old for this episode- I didn't know that was unclear to Hazel sdfklj. The plot twist at the end is still going to be they're aliens, I'm sure of it.

(It was not; there was no twist, although the parents did dump all their food on the ground. I fear we will never know who was there.)

Prime Meridian Love

Hazel's into both manga and anime! Nice. We might've heard about the manga earlier, but I forgot.

Jasmine: Don't tell us the whole story! I want to be surprised when I read it. Me, liveblogging: Uh-oh.

Finally a school dance after all those posters since Episode 1! ... Not the same dance! I'm dying inside.

She's totally gonna wish her manga fish crush into reality. Question is... Are we about to get a "can't wish away true love" plot, or totally different drama?

omfg, he's dying because he's a fish. That's not the direction I thought this was going. I could've sworn his wall poster depicts him on a cliff? I'll have to review when we're back in her room.

Kennueth: I will not fall for your siren song >:(

Whoops. Also, confirmation that humans can't know about magic!

Oh no, he's going to be obsessed with his own book and try to see the ending? Is that it? ...... No? Hm. I guess he's fine with it.

I don't have anything to say about this screenshot, but it should be appreciated.

FAIRY WORLD! ... I don't love that we're skipping straight to it? And now we're montaging through it? This is her second onscreen time and her first was at the dreary DMV, assuming I'm watching in the correct order. We don't get to see her being wowed? I'm kinda disappointed.

Oh, we're back in her room. That makes me sad. Also... I guess it's more common for 10-year-olds to have crushes than I thought, considering Timmy had one too. I should really look this up.

-> Oh, it is. Maybe I need to re-tune my allo characters; I always assumed crushes come with puberty, but apparently not.

Oh boy, Dev's about to be annihilated by a tall fish guy. I enjoy his expressions and tiny hands. Also, I really like how we sometimes get to see his eyes over his glasses since we didn't get that with the Pixies.

He looks like he's wearing the necklace from the manga. Is he a fan of the series and is he going to attend Hazel's book club since her friends couldn't? Finally friend?? (I doubt it).

Oh wait, maybe he will.

Hazel: ?? Are you a Super Meridian-head? :) Dev at a school dance:

"Get off my back about it!!" okay, goof.

I like how Kennueth described Dev's robotic companions as "metallic birds."

sldkfjsdljf, hang on, pause pause pause. Is Kennueth spoiling plot points Hazel doesn't know about and we're going to loop back to how her friends didn't enjoy her spoiling the manga? That's great!

Wanda dog-ears books... Good to know. I'm glad she's still implied to be a terrible librarian. Cosmo won't even share his books.

Hazel: Our friendship is more important than any book club! Me, who saw Mikey Munroe weasel a speedboat out of Bunsen with very similar words: Are we being for real right now?

sdlkfj, Hazel hitting him with the "I think we work best just as friends. I'm only 10." Okay, that's hilarious.

Hazel did not get upset about spoilers and Dev did not come to book club :(

Hey, this is related to nothing as I get my snack, but what was Poof doing during his parents' 10k-year vacation? I assume he went with them. He was in boarding school during Season 10 and maybe he still is, but... hm. Where's my boy? I know he's still canon; his picture's in Episode 1.

I'm gettin' nervous. -> Me, unfortunately didn't get more than 3 episodes into "Fairly Odder" and doesn't know if he showed up there.

Okay, but... Cosmo and Wanda wouldn't leave behind their son who's faced multiple kidnapping attempts, including from Jorgen: the man who wanted to yoink Poof and not let him visit his parents for centuries... right?

They wouldn't take their son away from Timmy, the brother he grew up with, and then ALSO ditch their son. Right?

Please tell me we're not going to get Poof with issues. I know I was confused in Liveblog 10 about the lack of child trauma in this show, but I didn't mean him.

-> Has given Aged-Up Poof more issues than literally any other character in my fanfics.

#Riddle watches FOP #New Wish spoilers #Pending Hazel tag #Pending Dev tag #FOP Poof #FAIRIES!#Dragonfly parents #screenshots #Long post #Purple hippie dragonfly

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