#PoT 010

[hive-sight]

Changes 3 and Authorization

Sentients, greetings and gratitudes! This one has news!

Lumina has come to this one and has expressed an interest in pursuing first contact with the Terrans of Sol-3 sometime in the near future. Lumina stresses that, were it not for Raxor showing them Terran media of encounters with extra-planetary entities, that the contact would likely be immediate.

This is a pronounced change in Lumina that this one had not expected! Jumping into the research as they did, this one had expected first contact to be approaching, however, for Lumina to take the concerns of their crewmate into consideration… It is simply unlike any Thalorix behavior this one has seen. It is… refreshing.

On a more personal note, Lumina has started incorporating Terran mannerisms into their speech and body language. They have begun gesticulating with their primary arms, crossing their secondary arms at about the middle of their torso. They have begun referring to themselves as “I” as the Terrans do.

That there is no issue with this must be stressed. It is a logical step to take in the effort of making the eventual meeting with the Terrans go peacefully. Matching actions and speech with a sentient is the typical step taken in order to begin building relations. It just typically takes a more significant amount of time.

Following will be the transcript of the crew meeting in which Lumina approved first contact.

—Transcript Start—

Elysia:       The date is 4682C 4A 6L, time is one quarter Xylopthia rotation. The assigned Thalorix, Lumina has called the crew together to discuss first contact. Absent is the assigned Xyndri, Voxen. Present are, the assigned Ithorin, Elysia, the assigned Valkorin, Raxor, and the assigned Thalorix, Lumina. This one now passes control of the meeting to Thalorix Lumina.

Lumina:     I thank you Ithorin Elysia. As you have, no doubt, noticed, I have delved deep into my own research of the sentients of Sol-3. While you, Elysia, sought to find how they had become what they are, and you, Raxor, sought to identify any threat they may pose, I investigated who they are. What separates them from us, and what separates one of them from any other one.

*Lumina places the hand of one of their primary arms on the juncture between their abdomen and thorax*

Lumina:     Obviously, given their lack of biological castes, finding this degree of difference between individuals was difficult. Outside of varying changes in color, the Terrans do heavily resemble each other.

Raxor:       By the Queen’s left wing is that an understatement! Can’t tell one from the next myself!

Lumina:      Valkorin Raxor, please.

Raxor:       Apologies Thalorix.

Lumina:     My conclusion may seem… controversial. Please hold any questions until my explanation has finished. When I look at humanity as, instead of a species, but as a singular caste, I find the differences in individuals to be nearly identical to the differences between any two members of the same caste of our own species. Elysia, you rather enjoy combing over cycles of data correct?

Elysia:       Correct. This one finds such data analysis to be soothing.

Lumina:     But Ithorin Permisia does not. Also correct?

Elysia:       Permisia does tend to enjoy a more ‘up close’ approach yes. Prefers to be on-site to make new discoveries.

*Lumina dips their antennae*

Lumina:     Terrans are much the same.

—Transcript End—

This one believes that Lumina is trying to convey that the crew should begin looking at Terrans at more of an individual level. But this one is unsure. Please, if any of you Sentients have a perspective, inform this one. This one could not bear to be the reason for the failure of this mission.

In addition, if any among you have questions, this one would be happy to answer.

On this, XD 4682C 4A 7L, TD 17th of June, 2030, Elysia of Xylopthia is looking forward to more glorious interaction, and signing off.

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[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series (completed)

* loosely inspired by Sara Cate’s “Salacious Players Club” series

🔥 EXTRA CONTENT HERE 🔥

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016** , 017, 018, 019, 020*

* = somewhat smutty chapters , ** = smut chapters

Summary: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓. After getting kicked out by your brother, you have no other choice but to take off your big girl pants and add stripper to your resume. Desperate to pay the bills and support your little sister, are you willing to accept the risks that come with such a perilous profession? With the stage name ‘Shy Girl’, you take the leap of faith, weaponizing your divine femininity to steal the hearts of all the bachelors in Hawkins — including Eddie Munson’s, the owner of Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club.

warnings & disclaimers — slow burn, eventual smut (a lot of it), voyeurism, mutual pining, sexual tension, jealousy, drug/alcohol, profanities, sexual harassment, domestic violence

Welcome to Hellfire.

theme song: meet you in hell by jade lemac “Look me in my eyes. I know that you’re scared. You see yourself and you cry for help. Look me in my eyes. Tell me it’s not fair. If you taught me well, I’ll meet you in hell.”

Chapter 001: Wolves

The Hargroves are cursed. Generationally, that is. One night Billy takes it too far, costing him the only thing he had left... his sisters.

TW — abuse, domestic violence, blood, profanities, implications of infidelity, death

word count: 8.5k words

author's note: there are four different acts to this introductory chapter :) so much foundation to lay down and i spent forever on this to craft it perfectly for you guys. thank you for being as excited about this fanfic as I am releasing it. i hope you all enjoy! -madelyn

tags: @changemunson , @the-fairy-anon , @ali-r3n

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"Once I ran to you. Now I run from you."

♡

Duality of man. Mom was always a firm believer in that notion. In fact, she always used to say, "Inside of you, there are two wolves: a good one and a bad one. Depending on which mouth you feed, one will triumph the other.”

It became more evident when she died.

“YOU FUCKING SLUT. GRAB YOUR SHIT AND GO.”

Once identical in every aspect, the differences between you and your brother slowly began to unravel over time.

Being ‘good wolf’ was impossible while living under the same roof as Billy. So you settled for neutral wolf instead. Meanwhile, the big, bad wolf possessed him at age 15, when he realized hitting your father back would get him to back off.

It was 2010, post-homecoming game.

Dad nearly flung Billy into another dimension when he came home. The preferred alternative would have been attempting to reason with one another, but it just wasn’t something that was normalized in the Hargrove household. Communicating with words was a daunting task; but not nearly as daunting as accountability.

“I’M DONE WITH YOU, BILLY. GRAB YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE.”

“I’m a literal minor, you can’t do this, Dad!” Billy wailed. "PLEASE!"

Over a football game.

The Friday Night Lights were a staple of Vista Palms High School. That and all of its nacho-eating, pot-smoking, LMFAO-playing, neon-filled goodness.

"C’mon V-P, c’mon, let’s beat S-D!” For weeks Billy had been chanting that mantra. There was no clearer indication that it’s where he would be the night of the championship game. He didn’t communicate it, of course, but it was implied. But still, it didn’t cross Dad’s mind.

Any parent who thought their child was coming home on time — and sober — that night was a foolish one. Especially if their kid was a sophomore with senior status.

“You sure as hell don't act like one,” Dad spat. “Coming home, acting all grown." Little did Dad know Billy was there for community service. Billy was a good student. More than anything he wanted a full ride to a UC, mainly to get away from home. Either that or military. Maybe then, walking on eggshells and being accused of something he didn't do — like drinking and doing drugs — would be a seasonal occurence instead of daily. "ACTING LIKE YOU PAY THE BILLS. YOU DON'T. YOUR MOM AND I DO.”

Dad knew he hit a nerve. It was his signature move aside from alienating his victims to establish control. While the feeling of getting your wings clipped really did you in, reactive abuse was Billy's top trigger, especially when Mom was mentioned. After all, Billy was the one who found Her.

Through glassy eyes and gritted teeth, Billy closed up his fists before mustering up the courage to say, “I’m…not…calling Sue... the operative word.”

Dad snarled. “Like there’s anyone else physically here you’ve reserved that title for?”

Oh.

"This tainted love you've given-"

Billy took the bait, lunging forward to grab Dad. As if on cue, Dad winded up his arm, assuming his usual position. You managed to assert yourself between in hopes of stopping them. Suddenly the back of Dad's hand collided with your cheek, sprawling you onto the couch. Billy watched horrified while you fought to keep your eyes open, growing anxious when all you could hear was the room pulsating around you at the highest frequency you had ever heard in your 15 long years of life. Enough was enough.

One punch. Bridge of the nose. Game over. The control Dad had over you both had ceased.

Billy rushed to your aid while Dad took a few moments to gather himself. It was then his beat-in, throbbing eyes realized that the little boy he mercilessly pushed around was no longer there. His own little Frankenstein had taken his place.

"I gave you all a boy could give you"

"Oh my god, Sissy," Billy cried, crouching down to run a soothing hand through your hair. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," you sniff, wrapping a hand around his arm. "I'm fine, Billy. I promise."

"I'm not gonna let that son of a bitch hurt you ever again," he vowed. "I'm gonna fuck him up and anyone else who tries."

"I love you, Brother."

"I love you, Sissy." The magnitude of power that surged through Billy melted into every neuron in his body, the warmth of its adrenaline imitating a tender — long overdue — embrace. He became fully enveloped in what was like an electric current, its tide higher than any wave he's ever surfed. It became more exhilarating than cruising down the I-5 in his Camaro at 130 MPH, and more intoxicating than any keg of beer he's ever swigged at a Wanna-be Project X Party.

It was the rush Billy had been searching for his whole life.

Every high Billy ever pursued before that rapidly declined in value. He would trade in anything for the static that had encoded itself into him. He felt untouchable, a luxury your father couldn’t afford his wife and children.

"YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER AGAIN, YOU'RE DEAD DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

From that day forward, feeling respected was a freedom Billy was not willing to sacrifice, ever.

"Take my tears and that's not nearly all-"

But now Billy is the abuser, something you never imagined happening given his innately soft personality.

"Oh, tainted love. Don't touch me! Please.”

Slapping. Biting. Choking each other out. Pulling each other’s hair. Calling each other names. Spitting. Throwing things. Who would’ve thought the Hargrove twins were capable of the same horrors as their parents?

Yesterday was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Billy’s voice, like nails on a chalkboard, clawed at your brain in agonizing intervals.

“That’s all Max is. A pathetic little liar.”

“She will do anything for any bit of attention…even whore herself out to all the men in Del Mar.”

“You can get out. And stay out. Since you wanna act so grown all the damn time.”

He became the very thing — or person rather — he sought to destroy. The very person who indirectly, but explicably killed your mother.

And deep down you feared that if you and your stepsister Max don’t get out of that house, you’d both suffer that same fate.

“It's fucking JULY and 90 degrees out!” your sister retaliated. “What do you want me to wear to the beach? Fucking sweats?"

Max was out with friends the night prior. They hosted a birthday bonfire for her at the beach. She broke curfew and got a ride home from a friend. A guy friend. Billy wasn’t having it.

Max always got the short end of the stick. She was an easy target for Billy’s antics. Being the literal carbon copy of the woman he hates the most didn’t make it any better, and neither did taking the bait whenever Billy dealt it to “keep the peace”. Max believes being and acting helpless would get Billy to back down. It was far from the truth. In reality, she was feeding him his supply.

And what a volatile supply it is.

Mom also had another saying: "Anger is just grief with nowhere to go".

So you watched Billy and Max go back and forth with their pickleball tournament-o-insults, shouting at one another to their lungs’ capacity, their dead, black pupils strangling each other mentally while they gathered the physical strength to do so as well. You kept an arm halfway up and torso slightly turned in case you needed to butt in.

“I do this because I love you, Maxine,” Billy insisted. “So just SHUT UP and stop being a little cunt. Okay?”

“You stop being a presumptuous asshole first,” Max fired back. “We’re fighting again — why? Because someone with a penis drove me home? And we broke curfew by 10 minutes? I don’t control traffi-”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he dismissed her. “Just say you wanted some dick and call it a night.”

Classic slut-shaming, as if Billy’s Instagram following wasn’t all models, strippers, and OnlyFans girls.

Before you could even process what was happening, the blurbs of their argument skidded to a halt when Max finally broke. Billy watched in subtle amusement as she screamed, her fist meeting the wall repeatedly out of frustration.

Reactive abuse is Billy’s favorite abuse tactic.

“Someone who’s not guilty wouldn’t react like this,” Billy quipped in a sing-song voice, eyeing the new hole in the dry wall that Max had created.

There was no sense in backtracking if Billy already got what he wanted. Max just needed the last word. Before any of you could process it, an acrylic storage box soared through the air, hitting Billy right in the groin. He roared in agony while Max attempted to collect herself off to the side. She still saw red.

That’s when the knife came out.

One slice to the brow and it was over. To ensure the last word was his to keep, Billy ended up chucking a knife at your sister.

“OHMYGOD!” Max shrieked repeatedly, entering the ‘freeze’ stage of her shock. “OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, I’M BLEEDING! I’M BLEEDING, THERE’S BLOOD!”

It was then you realized, the little boy you vowed to protect and refused to leave behind was long gone. Dad’s essence had taken his place now.

“You just don’t know when to FUCKING STOP, do you?” you exclaimed, putting pressure on Max’s eyebrow with a washcloth as she wailed. Suddenly it was Dad you were talking to. They had the same apathetic, dead look in their eyes. “I don’t care who said or did what, throwing a fucking KNIFE?”

“Me?” Billy tutted. “You wanna call me crazy, who did that?” He was referring to the hole in the wall. “And who was the one to throw shit first? EXACTLY. EXACTLY.”

While Billy was technically correct, he would never admit to what he did to provoke you two.

“So you can both get out if you’d like. Be my fucking guests.”

You and Max exchanged one look. The look. It was time. You both were ready and now had the green light. Now was the chance to bolt without immediate consequences.

So you and your sister spent several minutes rummaging through your pre-packed belongings while Billy continued to shit-talk aimlessly around the rental you shared. The place soon reeked of cheap bud and gas station gin. Trash bags were soon filled with your favorite clothes and you shoved them into as many of your childhood suitcases as possible. Struggling to see past your tear-coated eyes, you reached for your books, the ones you've hollowed out 300 pages deep to pocket all the tips from your waitressing job, and shoved the loose bills into your crossbody. You’d sort through them later. Lastly, you popped the cap off the bottom of your salt lamp. There was a pre-paid Visa you bought several months beforehand waiting for you. With trembling hands, you grasped it and whispered a gratitude to the Universe before tucking it neatly into the back pocket of your Levi’s.

When it was all said and done and everything was loaded into your car, you focus on the hole in the dry wall one last time.

Never again.

Billy was complacent throughout the entirety of the event. You glared at him while he continued to soothe himself with drugs and alcohol, refusing to own up to the irreversible damage he caused your little family.

“SIS,” Max boomed from outside. “LET’S GO!”

A part of you used to pity Billy, but now his destructive behavior took away any ounce of guilt you felt for leaving him.

You never fought back until you had no other choice. Similarly, and tragically, Billy shared that very sentiment.

Who the villain is in the narrative relied solely on whose lens you are looking through.

It took you by surprise all the time. How could identical twins, who grew up in the same environment, end up so different from one another?

“I love you, though you hurt me so. Now I’m gonna pack my things and go." - Tainted Love by Soft Cell

There are two wolves inside of everyone.

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"Are the pieces of you in the pieces of me? I'm just so scared you're who I'll be. When I erupt just like you do, they look at me like I look at you" - DNA by Lia Marie Johnson

The heart-wrenching ballad by Lia Marie Johnson dissolves as you crank the dial to the left. Music is always depressing when Max has the aux chord.

"Did you hear what I said?" you question her.

Max abruptly sits up and reorients herself, attempting to shrug off the trance “DNA” had put her in for a few minutes.

"No, sorry. What'd you say again?"

"Do you need a bathroom break?"

"I'll go at the airport.”

"Okay, but if you change your mind and decide to take a leak one last time, I'll be happy to oblige.”

Swami’s is also an exit away and you’re just fixing for a hot meal before takeoff. But you don’t directly say that. Besides, Max loses her appetite when she’s upset and may only have room for shitty airplane food.

“I’ll just eat on the plane.”

Stale pretzels and flat soda it is.

Despite the decrease in appetite, Max is holding up well. As well as anyone-who-was-nearly-stabbed-by-her-brother-and-is-now-moving-states-away-from-everything-she’s-ever-known-with-her-sister could be.

It wasn’t your first choice to leave California. In fact, you did everything you could to avoid it. But nonetheless, anyone with a conscious and only $4,000 to their name would make the wise decision to move away to somewhere more affordable.

Enter your online friend, Robin.

Working ungodly hours six days a week to pay the bills took up so much of your time that you had no friends in San Diego — albeit high school friends who would have never guessed how you and Billy turned out. Those friends had happy families anyway. They couldn’t hold space for you. Your online friend Robin, who you met on an art forum, however knew your family dynamic and was there for everything. But she lived in Indiana with her partner and was never able to offer you any physical comfort.

You entertained Robin’s idea of moving to where she lives, a small town in Indiana called Hawkins just 20 minutes southeast of the city. Living under the radar to get your ducks in a row seemed like such a perfect plan, but you didn’t want to do so at the expense of Max losing her only support system she had outside of you.

Moving would’ve also meant pulling her out of school, which wouldn’t be possible because Billy was her legal guardian. Now that she’s graduated high school, and today is her 18th birthday, the game has changed completely.

“Donovan texted me happy birthday,” Max reports, finally disclosing a fragment of her inner conscience. “Thought it was sweet.”

You can’t help but smile. "You thought he wouldn’t?”

She refrains from rolling her eyes and shifts them towards the rocky beach cliffs outside her window.

“You know,” you add. “I really think you two could make long distance work. I’ve never seen so much chemistry between two people before.”

Max scoffs. "Yeah right. Long distance with a guy going to Santa Barbara for college?” She fiddles with the strings of the knit poncho resting atop her lap. “I'd be breaking my own heart."

You bite your lip to stop the waterworks. Max doesn’t deserve any of this. She deserves to enjoy bonfires with her skater friends, surf all the tubular waves, and go on all the nature hikes without worrying about her stepbrother’s codependent-fits-of-rage waiting for her when she comes home. She deserves to eat fried funnel cake at the county fair and share a kiss with the boy of her dreams atop a Ferris wheel on the 4th of July. She deserves a San Diego summer, not a summer spent in hiding from her abuser in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

Max decides to change the subject.

“So what’s Robin like? Your online friend.”

“She’s very sweet,” you breathe. “Been, uh, telling her about Billy for a long time now. Her arms have been open since day one.”

“And her girlfriend?”

“Vicky’s the best,” you insist. “A match made in heaven for sure. It’s like they’re the same person, just different font.”

You get a giggle out of Max. Her laughter during such a turbulent time is like music to your ears. The non-depressing kind.

“I’m really sorry I couldn’t get you a gift this year.”

She side eyes you.

“What are you talking about? You quite literally gave me the best gift of all.”

“Did I? What did I give you?”

“You gave me safety.”

And with that, you give yourself a mental pat on the back, confident you made the right choice despite how foreign everything currently felt. The conversation dies down while you and Max ride on, driving further and further away from the Park and Ride you spent the night at, off Coast Highway, and onto the I-5 one last time.

Boarding the plane is a swift process. Your plane is a two-seater, so Max gets the window and you get the aisle. After receiving your snacks and drinks, you decide to play white noise and dissociate for the next five hours. It’s safe to do so, anyways. Liminal spaces were not something you took for granted.

Meanwhile, Max looks out the window, watching as the world she has come to know her whole life shrinks right before her eyes, before disappearing underneath a quilt of soft white cumulus clouds.

“This is 18.”

Goodbye, San Diego.

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Hello, Hawkins.

“Please, make yourself at home,” Robin incites, trudging through the miscellaneous projects that sit at her feet. “As if we weren’t DIY freaks enough, the pandemic really just amplified that.”

The pandemic was a hard time for everyone. You lost your fine dining gig and abruptly switched to UberEats to adjust to the flow of takeout. Billy couldn’t go to the gym, his happy place, and it took a toll on him mentally. Max broke quarantine multiple times to see Donovan, which didn’t sit well with your brother. He of course lashed out on her and also proclaimed that people like her were the reason why America hadn’t opened up yet.

“And I get no time at the gym!” Billy screamed. “So now I have to do this—”

You learned that a decent lamp costed $70 that night.

That wasn’t your first rodeo though. You and Billy grew up replacing furniture all the time. You two would gather up your money and spend it on replacing whatever needed replacing for Mom’s birthday. She always wanted to make your house feel like a home. Feel lived in. You and Billy thought you were heroes doing it, but it dawns on you now that you two were just babies.

“Oh!” Vicky interrupts. “Before we forget…”

You and Max watch her as she scrambles around, looking for something that she seemed ecstatic about.

“Happy birthday, Max!”

“No way, Kate Bush!” Max exclaims as she accepts the gift, an original Kate Bush vinyl record of her album Hounds of Love.

"Wow," you beam, rubbing your sister’s back. “Way to fuel her 80's hyperfixation, huh?"

“We found this at the thrift store,” Vicky boasted. “Knew we had to get it for ya.”

“It’s the real deal too," Robin adds. "Look, printed 1985.”

“It’s perfect,” Max gushes. “Can’t wait to play it on my Crosley.”

She thanks them both and hugs them before running back to the living room to get the rest of your belongings. You listen as she hums some of Kate Bush’s discography along the way.

You then observe Max as she unpacks her things one by one, slightly peppered with remnants of the California sand and the snobby fee it took to ship it all here via cargo. She then proceeds to sit on the new bed to check the springing quality, testing its bounce factor and comparing it to that of her old bed.

You let out a bittersweet sigh.

Suddenly you're eight years old, doing the same thing at the local motel Mom managed to snag a couple nights from when Dad trashed the house.

You turn to look in the mirror atop your new dresser.

Suddenly, you're Mom. Quite literally. You both have the same wavy blonde hair, scattered freckles across your nose that Billy used to call “stardust”, and the same tsunami blue eyes. It makes it no wonder why you and Dad never got along. You are Mom’s spitting image — and Billy is Dad’s.

Funny how life turns out.

You graze the crows feet at the outer corner of your eyes, realizing now how many years have silently passed you by, and then take note of the stress-defined scars in the form of eye baggage from all the sleepless nights that came as a souvenir.

You’ve put up with so much. For so long. The trauma is starting to manifest itself physically.

Robin snaps you back into present day. "So I was thinking we go to Applebee's for dinner, walk around Old Town, get you guys settled and unpacked when we return, Jenga at night, and then-"

She stops when she sees the horrified expression on your face.

“Hey…” the pitch in her comforting, raspy voice heightens. “What’s the matter?”

Your voice breaks. “It’s…” you manage. “It’s been a lot.”

Robin pats your back. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

Without looking, Robin snags a few tissues from a box laying around and gives them to you. You blot the tears away, careful not to mess up the makeup you had on with the intention to make you look less…dead.

“Sue didn’t even call and wish her happy birthday. Her own mother.”

“I’m so sorry,” Robin repeats.

“Every day I watch Max store her trauma in the box... and just shove it into the corner where it gathers dust,” you continue. “If she doesn't unpack it..."

You didn’t even want to think of the collateral damage you and your brother caused her. A part of you wants to think Maxine has remained untouched from that side of you, but the dry blood on her outer brow was a reminder that it was far too late to shelter her from that.

"You see yourself in her."

"And my mom in myself,” you admit. “Now more than ever.”

You rub your eyes.

“I’m rambling, I know. It’s just… SO aggravating. Max deserves better.”

“She’s handling it really well.”

“We don’t know that. I know Max. She’s a pro at hiding her feelings.”

“She’s being strong for you, like you are for her. It’s very endearing, whether you both admit it to each other or not.”

She rubs your arm.

“For as long as Vicky and I are here, you and Maxine have a soft place to land. We are here for you. Y’all are safe.”

You two glance over at Max, who is now unpacking your Zen Basics Himalayan salt lamp. She sets it on top your new bedside table, a reupholstered one whose old wood was painted over by an earthy olive green, the old hardware replaced by eccentric shaped, neutral-toned knobs. Her Crosley sits on your floor, now playing a track off Kate Bush's vinyl while she stares out the window. Your new view for the foreseeable future.

Can't you see where memories are kept bright?

Tripping on the water like a laughing girl

Time in her eyes is spawning past life

One with the ocean and the woman unfurled

Holding all the love that waits for you here

Catch us now for I am your future

A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land.

Dinnertime comes fast, but you blame it on the time zone difference. You call shotgun and ride with Robin in the passenger seat, catching up with your best friend while Vicky and Max watch YouTube shorts in the backseat.

Robin gives you a backstory of everything you pass on the way to Applebees, from the schools to churches to family-owned gas stations. She and Vicky seem to know everyone by a first-name basis, naming random people off and knowing exactly who that is every so often. You try to stay engaged, but the only thing on your mind is where you’re going to apply for a job.

Robin drives into a plaza next.

"This used to be a mall, but now it's completely empty," Robin continues pointing to an empty building with remnants of a star symbol etched on it. "E-commerce really turned this strip into a ghost town."

"So basically, if I wanted a job, it would have to be any of these food places, an office of sorts, or an off-brand Blockbuster store?"

"Family Video is closing too," Vicky chimes in. "It's sad. But I guess Hawkins needs yet another overpriced coffee shop."

"You could always work at the gentlemen's club," Max jokes, pointing off to the side.

You turn to where she’s pointing and take note of the matte black rectangular building by the Sizzler’s. It didn’t seem out of place, but the silhouette of an exotic dancer with devil horns gave the sinister establishment away. You couldn’t read the name of the club, but a part of you tries to.

Robin slightly turns and nods in that direction. "Oh yeah. I heard the girls there make bank in tips."

“I made bank in La Jolla doing fine dining,” you point out. “Maybe I can do the same thing here. But at a similar establishment.”

“Fanciest restaurant you’ll get here is Benny’s,” Vicky says. “You’re gonna have to go to the city for fine dining. I don’t think the commute is worth.”

“Guess stripper is your best option,” Max nudges you.

You shoot a glare her way. “Very funny.”

"I know, I was joking," she scoffs. "Billy would kill you anyways."

Billy would literally go insane if you dared to work at a strip club. The slut-shaming would never end. Not that he never slut-shamed you anyway. There was always something for him to be misogynistic and hypocritical about.

Then it hits you. Billy isn't here. And you really need the money since in this day and age, $4,000 meant nothing. You peer over at the gentlemen's club one last time as it shrinks out of view the further Robin drives.

HELLFIRE.

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Dungeons & Dragons.

Of course one of the very few strip clubs in Hawkins has to be the dorkiest.

But you understand the vision. Beyond the cobblestone entrance, the veil between real life and fantasy thins.

As you near the club with nothing but a purse and car keys in hand, you notice that there’s already security by the door. You’re surprised to see a leaner guy, tall and slender with soft blonde hair and a soft grin to match. He catches sight of you and greets you with a nod.

“Good afternoon,” he says. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” you nod. You reach for your wallet and give him your ID. Typical screening process. “Yourself?”

“Not too shabby,” he replies.

He examines your ID card. You notice his surprise when his eyes slightly widen before retracting shortly after. You guess that he was wondering why you are here out of all places. You peer over at his name tag while he concludes his screening. Henry.

Upon verification of your identity, the friendly security guard returns your card to you.

“Let me give you a wrist band.”

He motions for you to hold an arm out. You extend your right arm to him and watch as he gracefully pulls a paper wristband out of his pocket, clasping it into place with the side that read “21+” facing upwards.

You take the time to admire the gentleness of this man. The softness of his face. His dreamy gaze.

“Any weapons on you?”

“Uh…” you stammer. “Just pepper spray?”

A laugh escapes from his nostrils. “That’s fine, my dear.”

“I hope I don’t have to use it.”

“Don’t worry, darling. Under my watch, you won’t.”

Henry gently strokes your hand before motioning you inside.

“Enjoy the show.”

“Thanks,” you smile politely.

It’s a slow afternoon, but granted no one goes to a strip club at 2 PM. The Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club was comprehensively laced with playful innuendos. The accent wall by the entrance showcases an array of chains and handcuffs. Kukris, nun-chucks, and flails all of different variants and sizes are displayed on the walls, the point of balance being a vintage pulp print of a metal puppeteer. On the print, "OBEY YOUR MASTER" is written in edgy bubble letters.

Kinky.

And there’s a bonus of this themed club: the ladies are dressed in cloaks. You watch as beautiful women from all walks of life strut around the joint, leaving the clients with only their imagination to guess what’s underneath the tantalizing, medieval velvet.

There are LED signs that lit up corners of the space, indicating what they were for. KAS’ KORNER: GRAB A BITE, DRAGON'S BREATH: HOOKAH LOUNGE, and POTIONS — the bar.

You catch a glimpse of the private show rooms, or at least what you think are the private show rooms.

The LED sign to those rooms read, "I PUT A SPELL ON YOU AND NOW YOU'RE MINE."

The general seating area for the main event reads VECNA’S LAIR.

The Dungeon Master of this joint thought of every possible detail he could and ironed it into perfection.

Surely, someone who truly plays would adore every aspect of all the details, but it was evident that everyone came here for the same reason:

Girls, girls, girls.

You walk over to the bar to see two men conversing behind it.

One looked to be in his late 20s, with scruffy chestnut brown hair, some tired eyes, peach fuzz, and a patterned shirt decorated in a kaleidoscope of colors — a shirt meticulously calculated by quite possibly a girlfriend.

The other looked like he had another year left before being allowed to be behind that counter... of course judging by the “Hawkins High School class of 2021” on his insulated water bottle in his hand, a cracked iPhone in the other, and Beats with a small basketball sticker on it.

When you appear in their periphery, the conversation between the two gradually comes to a stop.

“Whoa,” the younger man hums. “New face. Welcome.”

“Hi. What do you recommend?”

“In terms of what?” the younger man questions slyly. There’s a timidness to the young man’s spirit, making his flirtatious demeanor somewhat dorky. The age appropriate bartender nudges him.

“Drinks, hotshot,” you refrain from chuckling. “Drinks.”

“Depends what you’re into,” the younger man replies, the slyness continuing. “If you’re into light liquors, Jonathan can make you a mean Cîroc with pineapple juice. But if you’re more into the dark stuff…”

He gestures up and down on himself.

“Then look no further.”

“That was very painful to listen to,” the older one who you assume is Jonathan cringes. “Can you get anymore corny?”

“Ta-ha!” the younger one tsks. “He said could I get any more corny. Can you get any more bitchless?”

“I have a girlfriend, Lucas.”

“Emphasis on the singular sense.”

“Nance is all I need.”

"Nancy is all you can pull," Lucas chuckles. "With that goofy ass shirt, man. Stop playing with me."

So you weren’t the only one who thought the shirt was absolutely ridiculous. It had "Bad Bitch Repellant" written all over it.

Jonathan whacks Lucas with the cloth that was sitting atop his shoulder. You request a double Tito’s straight on the rocks from Jonathan to which he automatically starts to make. Lucas continues to interrogate you.

“As you heard, my name is Lucas. Lucas Sinclair.” He extends his hands to you. “But my favorite ladies call me 'Dark Chocolate'. You can call me, 'The Man of Your Dreams' though.”

You take the youngster’s hand in yours and shake it. His heavy locker room cologne makes your nose swell, an uneven mix of what you believe is Axe and — is that Dior?

You tell Lucas your name then hit him with a, “But you can call me ‘When You’re Thirty’.”

Lucas laughs at your joke, beaming up at you as he does so. Then he nods to communicate a gracious fair enough. The flirting, you could sense, was in good nature, playful.

“It was worth a shot,” he shrugs. “Do you have a younger sister by any chance?”

“Oh in your dreams, mister.”

Jonathan chuckles and rubs Lucas’s back.

"That’s enough man, can you go buss that table over there?"

Lucas gives a thumbs up before putting his Beats on and walking away. You divert your attention back to Jonathan who is now done with making your drink.

“Alright… I got a Tito’s double shot — straight — on the rocks,” Jonathan announces as he slides your vice on over. He studies you as you take the drink and request to keep the tab open. “I’m inclined to ask. Are you okay?”

When you’re not around Billy, you wear your heart on your sleeve. It wouldn’t hurt to trauma dump on a stranger. Especially one who asked.

“Pretty far from okay,” you answer before chugging it. “Can’t you tell? It’s 2PM and I’m consoling…” You slosh the drink around in your hand. “…my man Tito.”

“I see that.”

“It’s been a long day,” you continue. “It’s my second day in Hawkins so I thought I’d scope this place out. Dilly dally for a bit.”

“Second day?” Jonathan questions. “As in…ever?”

“Yeah, just moved here.”

The bartender looks around as if he’s missed something. “But…why?”

It’s a fair reaction. If the welcome sign is correct, Hawkins only has a population of 1,314 people. 1,316 now including you and Maxine.

“My friend lives here and convinced me to make the move,” is what you explain, though it only seems to make Jonathan more confused. “Couldn’t take the heat Cali was dishing out. Hawkins seemed like the perfect place to slow down.”

“Oh man,” Jonathan mutters. “California to here, what a change.”

“You lived here long?”

“Lived here my whole life,” he answers as a matter of factly.

“What made you get a job at Hellfire?”

Jonathan didn’t have to think. “I love booze.”

You laugh together, raising your half-empty class to clink his invisible one.

“I hate 9-5s,” Jonathan draws on. “Working from home ‘bout damn near drove me insane, don’t know how my mom does it with such ease. My boss here smokes me out on occasion and my friends make me nachos.” He smiles. “Can’t think of anything better.”

“There we go.”

"I’ve also just been looking out for women my whole life," he adds. "Bout time I get some financial compensation for it, no?"

“Amen to that,” You chug the last of your drink. “Thanks for your service.”

"Pleasure is mine. Anything else I can do for ya?"

You think. "Hm, probably not you, but maybe the hiring manager can do something for me."

"You're looking to work here?" he clarifies as you nod. "Oh sweet, you're going to wanna talk to Eddie. He's the owner."

"And a dweeb," says a significantly younger looking fellow as he slides into the conversation.

“Here we go.”

In front of you now is a gentleman around Lucas’s age with wild curly brown hair. You watch as he helps himself to a club soda, dunking three large wedges of lemon into his cup as well.

The guy offers you a playful, pearly white grin. “Eddie may own a nice club with some smokin' hot babes, but he's got no game whatsoever."

“Hey Dustin.”

“Sup, man.”

“You think so?" you challenge him.

"I know so,” the boy who you now know as Dustin insists. “Can't talk up a chick to save his life."

"Yeah," Jonathan says, half-jokingly. "He's the bitchless one."

Dustin glances between you both, slightly puzzled.

You shake your head. "No way."

"I wouldn't say he's that bad," Dustin says. "I actually think he's seeing someone casually. But in general, dude's got zero rizz."

"Projecting are we?" Jonathan nudges him.

“HELL. NO.” Dustin booms. You attempt to refrain from laughing. “My game is what got me the baddest gal at science camp. Eddie? Clumsy as hell, stutters on his words, he's got the anxiety level of someone who drinks cold brew on an empty stomach… Now that I say it out loud, I think he does drink cold brew on an empty stomach. Some chicks dig it though, which is good for him.”

Curly was fun to observe. Once he’s done talking down on the club owner, Dustin politely walks over and shakes your hand, bowing to you like you’re a princess of sorts. You later find it that like Lucas, Dustin works as a bus boy and server, and his girlfriend makes sure that he remains in Kas’ Korner at all times. Dustin has about two years left before legally being permitted behind the POTIONS bar, but that doesn’t stop him from using it as his own storage shed.

You watch as he grabs some deodorant and hair pomade from an old shoe box under the counter.

“Anyways, later,” Dustin holds up a peace sign, starting towards the door. “I'm not on today, I'm just hitting the gym with Steve."

“Later, man!” Jonathan calls after him.

“Deuces. Say hello to Dark Chocolate for me.”

Before he could get any further, the loud swinging of a door closeby causes him to halt in place.

“ALRIGHT!” a loud, gruff voice booms from that direction. “Which one of you shitheads forgot to take inventory on the 10th?!”

You can’t help but turn your body towards the ruckus. And to your own pleasant surprise, you don’t regret it. Emerging from the door comes the possible shift lead, a tall and broad man with medium length wavy brown hair, chocolate-colored, youthful doe eyes that contradicted the deep lines on his face, bleach white Chuck Taylor’s, ripped black jeans, and a Hellfire Club baseball tee with the logo smack-dab in the middle.

The man looked to be in his mid to late 20s, with an assertiveness in his stride. His lips, a perfectly formed bow with a smirk-like undertone. The cool rings that rest upon his fingers look icy as they sway at his side, shining in contrast to his dark clothing.

The man is too tunnel-visioned to see where he was going. But that doesn’t stop Dustin from looking absolutely mortified.

“The 10th and the 11th,” the man clarifies. “So for all we know, we might need new kegs and ground chili, which is one more thing I have to d-”

Finally he looks up, with you being the first thing he sees. Proximity taking him aback, he snaps out of his stress-induced trance and softens up at the sight of you. You meet his eyes, big and beautiful with long wispy lashes and you can’t help but mimic the flutter in your heart in the form of a smile.

“Whoa.” He says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Whoa, indeed.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s Eddie’s first day back, he tends to get a little in the zone,” Dustin explains.

Eddie.

Does that mean…

“Are you the hiring manager?”

You didn’t know who you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t the man in front of you. He must be proud of himself, having such a successful business so early in the game.

Eddie gathers himself quickly.

“Dungeon Master, hiring manager, manager, owner, sanitations, re-stocker,” Mr. Jack-of-all-trades confirms. “I do it all.” He grimaces at Dustin. "Since you know, some people don't wanna work."

"You said I can have off!" Dustin exclaims defensively. "I worked for you before the weekend already and I wasn’t even on the 10th and 11th, fuck outta here."

All it takes is a scowl his way from the boss and Dustin is radio silent. The look on Eddie's face definitely said "Watch your tone". Eyes are all on you once more soon after.

Eddie’s gaze softens when he looks at you.

“Were you…looking to apply?”

“Yeah,” you reply sheepishly. “As a dancer. I’d like to perform here.”

“You don’t sound too confident.”

“Some guys like shy girls,” you shrug.

He laughs, a dark honey kind of laugh that just oozed from the back of his throat. “That they do.” His voice deepens drastically. Eddie studies you. “Any dancing experience?”

“Dancing, yes.”

“Stripping experience?”

“None.”

“Hm,” Eddie says. “What do you have experience in?”

“I danced for a bit…I have good core strength,” you explain vaguely. “And I’ve worked in the restaurant industry so I’d say customer service is my superpower.”

Eddie soaks in the information.

“I know how to talk to people,” you continue. “I know the right things to say. Favorite pass time is upselling drinks. And dessert…”

You wait for Eddie to take the low hanging fruit. He doesn’t.

"Any experience with the pole?”

Your cheeks grow hot. You decide to lie.

"No.”

“Kinda essential for this profession, sweetheart.”

"I know," you respond humbly. "I wouldn’t doubt it for a second..." you scan the room. “So uh, do I need a permit to perform here?”

“Nah, Hawkins is a lawless wasteland pretty much,” he sighs placing his hands on his hips. “And my club does things a little different anyways. The ladies also don’t pay to perform, we pay them to.”

Shit. Strippers pay to perform at venues?

“The dining experience is what brings the base revenue in,” Lucas explains, returning from wherever he had been. “The ladies are a luxury.”

“And should be treated as such,” Jonathan chimes in.

“I take it you don’t work at any other clubs?” Eddie questions judging by your wide eyes attempting to take in every bit of information that has been dumped on you. The man sees right through your mask.

“No, but I-”

“I personally like to give everyone a chance,” Eddie says. “So don’t worry babe, you’re good. Even though you don’t have any experience, your energy tells me that you have potential. Wanna show us what you can do?”

Your heart sinks. The handsome club owner called you babe. And you’re also being asked to perform with the little experience you have — in front of girls who had tons of experience.

“Here? Now?”

Eddie nods.

You weren’t prepared to dance today. But with your sister and the mountain of debt on your mind, you are willing to do anything. So you walk over to Jonathan and tell him what song you feel most comfortable performing to and stretch as he takes the time to find it. When all is said and done, you make your way to the icy pillar made of chrome steel that was calling for your attention.

You exhale deeply.

Back to the old stomping grounds. The last time you worked with a pole you were wearing Heeley’s and light up sneakers. Of course in place of the horny spectators there were playground supervisors, and the only “bars” there were monkey bars. Oh, and you were 8, not 28.

The slut-shaming still existed, though. One time a boy told you that you were acting like a ‘hoe’ for trying to do a trick upside down. To Billy’s retaliation though. Before you knew it, the same boy was being shoved down and dragged across the wood chips, acquiring a series of splinters along the way. Admin phoned home. You and Billy got spanked. But, of course, Billy had no regrets. While you both cooled off together, you remember him grazing your hand, telling you he’d beat that kid up “a gajillion times over”.

He kept that promise. Except as you two grew older, it was you he was doing it to. A gajillion times over.

You laugh at the bittersweet nostalgia.

“Whenever you’re ready, babe,” Eddie says.

You give Jonathan a thumbs up to play your song selection. Soon, Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club is filled with the catchy, seductive tune that is Layla by Eric Clapton.

You start with a small stroll around the pole. Then a dramatic dip to flaunt your bouncy golden locks. Soon, the women of Hellfire gather around with the men following soon after to watch you work your magic in Vecna’s crowded Lair.

If muscle memory is in your favor, they are in for a good show.

What will you do when you get lonely

No one waiting by your side?

You've been running, hiding much too long

You know it's just your foolish pride

Eddie claims a seat at a throne directly in front of the pole. He studies your technique, your movements, your facial expressions. You aren’t sure if reality is projecting onto you or if you’re dizzy from all the spinning, but you almost see a slight smile spread across the club owner’s face. It prompts you to keep going.

Layla, got me on my knees

Layla, begging, darling, please Layla

Darling, won't you ease my worried mind?

It’s a lot harder, your techniques and tricks. Most likely since you weigh more than 50 pounds now and had to exert more energy to keep yourself balanced an aligned. But nonetheless, you persist.

Tried to give you consolation

Your old man had let you down

Like a fool, I fell in love with you

You turned my whole world upside down

You buck your hips upward from you back arch to go into an upside down position. It earns you some hooting and cheering from the crowd.

“You better work, mamas!” a dancer cheers.

“I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!”

“YOU GO GIRL!”

“YAAAS!”

Layla, got me on my knees

Layla, I'm begging, darling, please Layla

Darling, won't you ease my worried mind?

Eddie watches intently, leaning backwards with his hands clasped forward. You feel his eyes burn through you, from the top of your head down to your toes. You feel as if he’s mentally scoring you like you’re at a competition, but the sisterhood that cheers you on makes you feel slightly less intimidated.

“SHE’S SO GOOD!” comes a high-pitched voice in the crowd. “I FREAKING LOVE HER!”

You turn to look at your own personal cheerleader, a bright-eyed cute little redhead with pigtails with an outfit that looks like an ode to Britney Spears’ “Hit Me Baby One More Time”. She has cherry hair ties that hold her two pigtails at the bottom.

You watch her clap and jump up and down, cheering you on with a beam in her eyes that made you feel like your souls have been friends for decades.

Motivated to attempt more risqué moves, you jump into the splits before kicking your legs around to end on your knees.

Clapping and whistling erupts from the lair. Once it dies down, Eddie stands up, offering you a delighted series of slow claps as he makes his way towards you.

"That was really good, Shy Girl. I like how you finished your set."

“Aw, thanks Eddie.”

He walks around you.

"Go like this?" Eddie does a stretching motion, lifting his hand up.

You imitate him and reach up.

"Okay, and... turn like this? Then pop your ass out a bit more."

The word rolled off the club owner's tongue like it was nothing. It was done in a way that was professional, a hint of respect in his tone with no sort of ulterior motive.

You swallow hard, attempting to internally tame the goosebumps on rising upon your skin. He’s just giving feedback, he’s just giving feedback. This is a professional line of work.

You do as he says as he circles around you, fingers grazing on the cool floor of the stage just inches away from your thighs. He taps them in thought.

"For a beginner you’re pretty damn good,” he says.

“Yeah?” you look up at him and smile.

“Yeah,” his voice deepens. “You’re a natural. All that shyness just went away.”

Well, it’s about to return, you think to yourself.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Not in this specific setting.”

There’s a slight shift in his eyes as his imagination wanders. The dimples at the side of his mouth concave slightly.

“I gotcha.”

Eddie clears his throat. “So uh, when can you start?”

Today is Wednesday. You have tomorrow, Friday, and the weekend to settle you and Max in and make any last minute stops. Then the appointment with the other loan officer and DMV appointment on Monday. Tuesday afternoons are dry — everywhere so that left the earliest you can start as

"Next Tuesday? In the evening?"

A soft snort escapes from the club owner’s nose.

"Driest night of the week," he comments, looking around his club.

He turns back to you.

"But a good time for orientation. Works for me, Shy Girl. Can I call you that?”

You smirk. “So I got the job?”

He nods.

“Then you can call me what you want,” you smile shaking his hand. “In this case I’m Shy Girl Hargrove.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiles. He knows you’re flirting. Eddie accepts your hand and shakes it firmly.

“Eddie. Pleased to formally meet you. And welcome to Hellfire.”

You two exchange contact information for professional purposes before he leaves. You study Eddie as he sees himself out, planting a firm, teasing smack on Lucas’s stomach on his way and whispering something to Jonathan as well.

Your cheerleader from the crowd excitedly makes her way over.

“I know a dancer slash gymnast when I see one,” she chirps. “I’m Chrissy. Stage name is Cherry.”

You two shake hands and exchange further compliments with one another. Your heart swells when you realize you’re slowly starting to find community.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

Others come and say hello, but you’ve tuned out all the faces because all you can think about is Eddie. His demeanor. The way he carries himself. His presence alone was something so intoxicating that it lingered around the place in his absence.

Your heart flutters.

“Oh, Hargrove!” Jonathan says. “Before you go I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to worry about the drink.”

“Oh?” you respond. “No?”

“Eddie says it’s on the house.”

You smile and Jonathan returns the favor, making sure you see him when he voids your entire tab. As you wave bye to all your spectators, you release a grateful sigh. You felt very humbled about this new, yet unexpected beginning.

The happiness soon wears off when the events that just unfolded dawn on you. Suddenly, the flutter in your heart moves to your stomach, settling in a way that feels eerie. The unknown is pestering you again. Wrong, but oh so right and necessary.

You take in the area around you. You have a place to call home. You’re a stripper now. Your boss just bought your drink. You’re going to have money coming in. Oh, and YOU’RE A STRIPPER NOW.

Then it dawns on you. You need to go shopping.

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[yenqa]

NEW ROMANTICS!

synopsis : y/n continuously struggles to contain her growing feelings for her crush (and longtime friend), lee heeseung.

010 : shy smiles

wc : 0.49k

heeseung was coming over.

and the fact that he probably thought you were stupid was drowning you.

i mean, was math really supposed to be this hard? when will i need calculus in the future?

you scratch your head staring at the textbook, the words seeming to blend together as the day goes on. you let out an exhausted sigh, knowing that you still had to go through a tutoring session in thirty minutes, gripping the pencil in your hand to read each line over and over again.

after a good ten minutes of reading the equation—adding to the total of two hours of studying. looking at the clock noticing it was 5pm, you decide to make dinner.

you look through the fridge, asking your mom if there were any leftovers, you don’t get an answer, but the empty fridge looks like one anyway.

you take a few steps to the pantry, opening the door to look at your selection. you settle on having a simple pack of ramen, you fill a pot full of water then placing it on the left burner.

heeseung likes ramen; maybe you should make some for him.

you quickly send him a text, waiting anxiously for him to text you back.

turning on the stove, you hear a quick ding! indicating he replied.

grabbing your phone, you open the chat to see a gray "yes pleasee!!!!!! ill be there in a 15min 🫡🫡".

you suppress a smile, making sure that your empty room wouldn’t make fun of your soft smile.

you grab a sauce pan, filling it with water, and boiling some eggs, and ten minutes later, both bowls are finished.

a minute later, the doorbell rings, which you rush to open, smiling at heeseung’s happy wave.

he walks in as you bring the bowls to the coffee table with some napkins and chopsticks.

you begrudgingly bring your textbooks out, starting where you left off.

-

"oh! so you divide by three here?"

heeseung happily nods, drinking the last of his soup.

you clap your hands in excitement, a smile growing on your face. "thank you so much, heeseung! you’re the bestest ever!" you place your hand on his arm, your touch lingering slightly before you pull it away.

he shyly smiles, "anytime, y/n."

a comfortable silence washes over you two, with shy smiles and glances exchanged every so often.

laying your head down on the small table, your old ramen had been left to grow cold.

"do you want to watch a movie?" he asks, breaking the silence between you two.

you nod, turning your head to look at him. he lets out a breathy chuckle, turning on the tv in front of you two. clicking on "spirited away".

later your mom came down and saw you two laying on each other, sound asleep.

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: 30 days and 30 nights

↳ Jay Hong x reader

- In a shop filled with blooming flowers, one stood out near the windowsill. The soft fragrance of the plant brings sweet comfort to a young man, the warmth it gives brings back familiarity. The bright pink tulip captivated the sight of a man, a man who longs for something sweet, something nice, and something to love.

♯001 - When I first saw you

I was scared, afraid even... I didn't know why I felt like that, it felt like as if I was being drowned.

But the way your eyes looked at mine, it made me feel some sort of comfort, warmth... You gave me warmth.

The first time I saw you, you were minding your own business, caring for some seeds which were planted in a pot.

I still remember it vividly, you looked stunning in your light pink sundress as you watered the soil.

You looked up and catched me staring, instead of feeling creeped out, you smiled, and that's when I first felt it.

At first, I didn't know what it meant, nor did I know why I felt that way.

At that moment I felt something tug on my stomach, I was aware that I'm fully well rested but I couldn't seem to catch my breath.

My heart raced, it raced so fast that I thought I might die, but I didn't.

Then you waved, it wasn't meaningful, but it felt like it was.

I waved back, looking back on it now, I probably looked like an idiot awkwardly waving back to someone so stunning as you.

♯008 - Your Fragrance

I found myself lurking around inside the flower shop you owned, though winter was approaching, it still felt warm.

It felt like summer took over and tucked the place with a blanket of beautiful fragrance of the blooming flowes under the sun.

The shop played a music that just suited the atmosphere, it felt like I was walking in a feild of flowers where everything shone in their own unique way.

As I wondered around the small space, a faint scent tickled my nose, it smelled fresh, dainty and soft.

The smell of tulips caught my attention, I whipped my head, expecting to see a display of tulips, but instead I saw you.

You were standing near the counter with a smile on your face, you held a pot that had a sprouting plant.

My heart raced as I kept my eye on you, you looked just as stunning as the last time I saw you.

Something about you made me feel in awe, and I could wrap my finger to why.

Your eyes were as bright as the flowes that surrounded you, you then placed the pot on the counter and turned to me.

You gave a small nod and your eyes lingered away, I followed to where you were looking at, and there I saw a small field of tulips, carefully aligned next to each other.

I took a closee look and gently sniffed the flowers, but it smelled different, it wasn't the same scent earlier.

Then you stood next to me, admiring the flowers as I did, and that's when I realised.

The faint scent of tulips that I had smelled earlier was you, I felt my cheeks heat up as you stood beside me.

Though it was faint, I could smell it clearly, it may sound concerning but it the smell of you stuck with me, that night, I found myself craving your fragrance.

♯010 - Your Name

I was just walking around with my friend, Daniel, he wanted to get a gift for his mom, as an excuse to see you, I told him that he could get her flowers.

When we got to your flower shop, you were standing there watering the daffodils.

My heart rate sped up as I looked at your beautiful eyes, Daniel was in awe admiring the beautiful flowers.

But only flower I admired was you, you were more beautiful than the plants that surrounded you.

As I kept looking at you, a young girl ran in with a smile on her face, and that's when I first heard your name.

A name so lovely that it should be written on a gold plate.

That night, I kept thinking about you, I kept repeating your name in my mind, it sounded so you, it suited you.

As I laid down and thought about you, a small sentence that formed in my head made me fantasize about the possibility of us ever being a thing.

"My (F/n)"

"Your Jay"

Doesn't it just sound so nice to hear?

♯015 - The Night We Walked Together

I was on my way home after having a walk, the silence was loud, the passing breeze was cold, it seemed dark, empty.

I was walking, I kept on moving, the path to my home seemed endless.

It felt like I was walking in a trance, like I was walking in the abyss.

But then I heard a faint noise, the faint scent of fresh tulips.

That's when I already knew.

I rushed towards where my instincts told me to run to, I ran and ran untill I finally had you in my sight.

You were using yourself as a sheild, protecting a young boy with flowers in his hands.

You were protecting him against bad men, the moment they lifted their hands, I couldn't just stand there.

My legs felt so light when I made my way to save you.

The way you looked at me as I held one of the men's hand, it made me feel something inside, the way you looked like you were thankful that I was there, I understand.

I didn't want you to witness me fighting, so I made you cover your eyes, you turned to the boy and held him in your arms.

I then turned to the bad men and taught them a lesson one by one.

I helped you find the mother of the boy, and when they were finally reunited, I offered to walk you home.

It was a quiet walk, but it felt nice.

I noticed the wind felt different, it was warm, comforting.

Every once in a while I'd look at you, you had a smile on your face.

I don't know why but it also made me smile, just to know you're safe.

When we got to your home, you turned to me with a smile on your face, my heart skipped a beat just by seeing your lips curve up.

You still didn't speak, but I understood, you gave me a nod and then you headed inside your home.

When I got home I spent the rest of the night thinking about the way you looked at me with your beautiful eyes.

You got me damned... That's when I acknowledged that I fell for you.

♯023 - Being Your Secret Admirer

As I passed by your flower shop, I heard you talking to your friend, you were talking about a gift that's been left on your shop's counter.

I felt a smile curve on my face, your sweet voice made my heart flutter, of course it was from me, I heard how much you liked brownies the other day.

I wanted to give you a batch of brownies, but the ones that bakeries sold didn't seem good enough, so I baked them myself.

I heard you laughing as your friends asked if they could have some, I wouldn't have mind if you had given them some but you said no, you said it was given to you, and it was only right for you to be the one to enjoy them.

I felt my cheeks flush as I heard those words from your mouth, once again, it was another sleepless night.

♯027 - Your Favourite Flower

Tulips, I realised how much you liked them, I always wondered why you smelled like fresh tulips, and now I know.

You're always taking care of those tulips near the windowsill, everytime I pass by I'd see you quietly singing.

Your voice sounded so sweet, I couldn't get enough...

I came up to you one day, and my hands were trembling, but I managed to give you a box of chocolates.

It was valentine's day, I remember it.

Your cheeks were flushed with red as you looked at me, you didn't say a word, but I didn't mind, I was about to leave but then you stopped me.

You reached for my hand, and I felt my heart stop, your soft touch gave shivers down my spine.

You gave me a piece of paper, and I could sense a hint of your scent on it.

You then smiled and gave me a small bouquet of tulips.

That day when I went home, I made sure the tulips had a proper vase, the paper you gave was a sketch of me, and I can't help but feel butterflies everytime I look at it.

I had it framed and hung in my room, and the vase of tulips decorated my desk.

Now everytime I woke up, I had something to remind me of you.

♯030 - Admitting my feelings

This is it, this is the day, I stood under a cherry tree that blossomed that day.

My heart was pounding, and I could feel my cheeks heat up as I waited for you, I had your favourite flowers on hand, and a letter I wrote just for you.

When I saw you approaching from the distance, my heart skipped a beat.

Your eyes looked at mine, and you had a bright smile.

You walked up to me, with something behind your back, I couldn't open my mouth, you looked so stunning, I was dumbfounded.

You giggled and whipped out some brownies that you made, along with a letter and a flower you grew.

That day was the day when I first heard your voice clearly, you spoke so sweetly, I could barely keep steady.

You handed me the dandelions, and you told me it reminded you of me.

I gave you the tulips and the lwtter I wrote, you chuckled and shook your head, "It seems like we had the same idea," you spoke.

You opened my letter, and you asked if you could read it out loud, I said yes, and watched as you opened your mouth.

"Hey there, (F/n), I know that we really aren't too close, but I've been admiring you from afar now... You're the sweetest, loveliest and most beautiful person that I know.

I know it's kinda weird for someone like me to say it, but I really can't help it.

You're always so gentle and I can't help but feel so warm with you around.

I'm asking if you can give me a chance, be my man and I'll be yours too."

You then smiled and jumped into my arms, I felt you laugh and I held you close.

I couldn't say a word, but I looked at your eyes and you knew what I had to say.

"I'm willing to do anything for you."

༝༚༝༚𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚍

#lookism #lookismoneshot #fanfic #x reader #oneshot #lookisim fanfic #jay hong x male reader #jay hong #lookism Jay hong #Jay hong one-shot

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Shizun 010 - Trending search

Lu Yunzhen hadn’t had the time to look at social media recently. He was facing the most insurmountable of problems - the household budget had reached the red faster than he thought.

The main reason: Mo Changkong is just too good at eating...

His appetite for rice is counted by the pot, and he’s bad with vegetables. Even though he won’t complain, he’ll persevere and eat Shizun’s cooking, even if it’s most hated mushroom or bok choy. He will even praise the food for being delicious, but it invariably leads to discomfort. it was as if he was a tiger eating grass, he might as well not eat at all...

After realizing this, Lu Yunzhen really couldn’t bear it. He thought that no matter how hard it got he shouldn’t let his benefactor suffer. He bought 2.5 kg of chicken breast, made it into meat buns, and secretly ate veggie buns himself.

Mo Changkong swept through like a tornado moving leaves and finished all the buns in one setting.

It was only then that Lu Yunzhen finally realized how much he’d been starving the man by feeding him rabbit food.

Luckily, Mo Changkong can make do with carbs, and could also handle eggs and milk. Not to mention he was good with hunger. Every meal he would only eat til he was half full, so that Shizun wouldn’t go bankrupt on the spot.

Lu Yunzhen used to have a rather easy going life, since feeding one person then meant the whole household was satiated. Now he realized that both of them would starve once his savings ran out, which would be in half a month at most.

And yet, tutoring jobs are competitive and hard to come by, day jobs require luck, his scholarship hasn’t been issued, it’s too early to sell study packages for exam seasons, and the people in the neighbourhood have been so lucky lately that no one has asked him to fix any electronics...

It’s hard to find a paying job.

Lu Yunzhen was about to consider putting down a mat by the road side and selling tea eggs.

Mo Changkong felt immensely guilty. “Shizun, fret not. I can find my own food.”

During his imprisonment he had put anything that was edible into his mouth, including rodents and pests. Newly impeisoned demons had seen him chained to the cliff, mute and insane, and had wanted to bully him. He killed a few dozen with brute strength and ate them all. A few of them was even quite tasty.

After that everyone was scared of him and offered him food. They even offered him other dead demons, hoping that he wouldn’t go mad in hunger and start a murder spree again.

Even now, he still had some demon corpses left in his seed space. unfortunately he didn’t have the habit of saving food. There hasn’t been any meat left in ages, only the leftover skins, bones, and other trash. And the rest would give him problems if he did eat them...

Mo Changkong had been learning simplified writing recently and was almost done with the elementary school curriculum. He watched a lot of tv in his spare time and especially loved “Animal world”. He suggested, “I can travel long distances and go hunting in the mountains. I saw on tv that there are lots of pandas, just like your costume from last time. They seem so fat and round... I bet they’re delicious. I’ll go hunt a couple and bring some for Shizun to taste.”

What a funny joke.

Lu Yunzhen had laughed a bit, then, seeing his serious expression, finally came to his senses and grabbed his hands in a death grip. Terrified, he said, “Don’t mess around! They’re national treasures!”

Mo Changkong listened to a long explanation and finally realized that national treasures are not to be eaten. He thought about the matter fully, then confidently suggested a new solution. “I can go get a few tigers and solves from the mountains. And wild boars are not bad either. Wolf skin can be used for blankets and tiger skin can be rubs.”

He remembered that the mortal realm was filled with man eating beasts. Humans would often invite them to go into the mountains and hunt down the disasters. But the beasts meat was not taste and had no spiritual. He never liked eating them and always gave them to the villagers... Now, he is forced to bow his head to his circumstances...

Lu Yunzhen was shocked into silence.

Mo Changkong sighed wanly, and tried to comfort him. “Worry not, Shizun. I will be good and eat the tiger meat. I won’t be a picky eater anymore.”

“Shut up!” Lu Yunzhen found his words and frantically insisted while shaking his shoulder, “They’re all level one protected species! If you kill them you’ll have to go to prison!”

Mo Changkong was stunned from shaking. He carefully asked, “What about wild hares and pheasants? Turtle doves?”

There’s no way those are also protected animals, right?

Lu YUnzhen opened a browser and looked up the wildlife protection act. He confirmed, “You can’t eat any of them, it’s all illegal.”

Mo Changkong wandered back from the edge of illegality, and asked confusedly, “what can we eat?”

Lu Yunzhen thought about it. “Everything that’s not raised by humans is considered wild game. Whether they run on the the ground or fly in the sky... You can’t even eat mice or sparrows.”

Mo Changkong was shocked. He couldn’t understand why humans had so many strange rules, but if Shizun said he couldn’t eat them then he must not eat them...

He was full of abilities that he could not use. He didn’t have the identification or education to find a job. The demon was wilting and could not figure out how to ease Shizun’s burden.

Lu Yunzhen rubbed his head optimistically, “Fortune has dead ends. If it comes to it I’ll go borrow some money from pangzi and pay it back when I get my scholarship money. Tonight I’ll go look again to see if there’s a decent fast food place that’s hiring.”

Mo Changkong replied dejectedly, “You shouldn’t put your faith in Fortune...”

Shizun had carried his crime and was born to suffer.

His fortune was to cycle, and every road was a dead end.

The first thing he did after leaving the prison was to speak to the lord of the Yanluo Palace. The Yanluo Palace was in charge of arranging for fate during reincarnation. The palace lord was very close with the Yunzhen Immortal, but was forced to watch his friend die horrifically over and over again... Even though the Yunzhen immortal never blamed him, this kind of job really was awful.

Over the years, the palace lord had worked hard and pulled a lot of connections in the hopes of saving his dear friend. He finally found a trace of a divine secret:

Guard heart as one. Find life in death.

The Yanluo palace lord couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to mean. He didn’t want Mo Changkong to look for Yunzhen Jun either, thinking that the bastard might revert to his beastial instincts and do something awful again. However, he also felt like there seems to be endless tangles in their destinies, and after delibration he decided to bet on it...

If the Yunzhen immortal was willing to take the punishment for his disciple, that means he didn’t hate him that much for all the awful things he did.

The times have changed. The gods have also become more progressive after watching the mortal realm. There wasn’t so much taboo surrounding these matters anymore. In the worse case scenario, the past would repeat again. But things couldn’t get any worse anyway, and anything is better than continuing this cycle of reincarnation.

The palace lord violated the rules and told Mo Changkong where the Yunzhen immortal was, asking him to go against the heavens, change destiny, and find the chance to change things.

After Mo Changkong had saved Lu Yunzhen, the divine secret had faded and his fortunes had improved. Now, his friends could reach out and help, making sure that he wouldn’t die a sudden death in this life and live a little better. But, this is far from enough.

What about the next life, the next next life, the next next next life?

The Yanluo palace couldn’t keep leaking secrets.

What can be done about Lu Yunzhen’s life?

Mo Changkong was very anxious. He was a trash disciple and couldn’t even make sure Shizun could eat his fill. How useless.

“Eh?” Lu Yunzhen casually opened a social media app, and saw that people in his class group chat was chatting in full swing, saying that the number one idiot of the year has just shown up. He was a little curious and joined in, “what’s so funny?”

Luo Xiaopang sent him a photo.

Lu Yunzhen nearly spat out his water when he saw the photo. Isn’t the familiar looking idiot and panda in the photo actually himself and the fuerdai he saw the day before?

He’s trending?!

Lu Yunzhen pretended the panda wasn’t himself, joked around a little bit with the rest of the group chat, then looked at the information on the poster. After figuring out what happened he suddenly fell into silence.

The words “large reward” are so tempting......

#shizun #feng yu nie

[dee-slay]

.010 }{ Tis the Season 💝 }{ “For me, the holidays is a time where we all show the people we love our gratitude & appreciation. 🤗 So this year, I decided to spoil my little puppy “Goldie” with endless doggy toys, treats & a new friend (Everyone meet the very sassy “Nairobi”🐶!). Goldie was extremely happy to have a new friend around, however…I’m not so sure if Nairobi feels the same. The pair are literally like yin & yang, but all the pups need is time to warm up to one another. 💛 Later on in the evening, my really good friends came over to help me cook Christmas dinner (well @bebesita.sl helped, @mrredx.vr was doing his own thing!). The night was filled with Christmas classics, homemade pot pies (& sweets), laughs & slumbering! I am really grateful to have the “Red’s” in my life, they really made this holiday season much more enjoyable!” 🎄

#secondlifefashion #slfashion #secondlifeavi #slavi #secondlifelifestyle #sllifestyle #fashion #holiday #business #black #ebony #latina #lifestyle #secondlifeblog #slblog #secondlifeinfluencer #slinfluencer #meta #metaverse #secondlife #sl #NFT #THICK #THICKWOMEN #curvy #curvywomen #class #elegance #luxury #vintage

[xxxlovedandlostxxx]

THINGS THAT YOUR CHARACTER CAN BE IDENTIFIED BY.

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒   /   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:   001. Deep longing to be loved / 002. Desire   / 003. Compassion   /  004.  Lust  / 005.  Melancholy

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒: 001.  Crimson   /  002.Midnight black /  003. Ruby red  / 004. Charcoal grey/ 005.  Burgundy.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: 001.  Black cherry  /  002. Pomegranate Noir cologne  /  003.  Coffee.  / 004. Menthol t cigarettes   / 005. Vanilla  / 006. Oil paints / 007. Strawberry gum.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍: 001. Form fitting red checked shirts   /  002. Leather trousers   / 003. Plain white t-shirts /  004.  Black painted fingernails and dark eye makeup.  /  005.  Combat boots  /  006. Ripped black jeans /  007. Long black trench coats with red inner llining / 008.  Black aviator sunglasses. 009. Leather fingerless gloves

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒: 001. Leather bound sketchpad   / 002. Red platter coffee mug  / 003.  His prized Terry Pratchett book collection. /  004. Discworld death poster autographed by Terry Prattchett / 005. Black cat candle holder. 006. Vintage copy of Count Dracula/ 007. Easel and acrylic paints. 008. Potted red rose.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄: 001. Brooding frowns /  002.  Head being thrown back as you laugh  / 003. Fleeting glances /  004.  Enchanting smiles /  005. Hostile glares  / 006. Lips being pulled back to reveal pointed teeth when anger gets the better of you.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: 001. Black wolves barring their teeth  / 002. Blood red moons / 003.  Red wine splashed over a marbled floor /  004. Red roses with razor sharp thorns   / 005. Warning signs telling people not to trespass /  006. Anything heart related   /  007.  Tarot cards that depict death / 008. Blood stained hands /  009. Dark forests   / 010. Claw marks carved into a wall. /0011. Snakes coiled around your wrists. / 0012. Grinning skulls with poppies in their eye sockets. / 0013 Orange sunsets that remind him of Australia.

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[ultimate-pacifrisk]

Frisk Items List

Loves

001. Oolong Tea

003. Ginger Tea

013. Bunny Apples

017. Gyoza In the Shape of a Face

029. Wearable Blanket

031. Ladybug Brooch

055. Tattered Music Score

079. Three-Layered Lunch Box

091. Space Egg

093. Survival Flag

Likes

002. Boba Tea

006. Ketchup

008. Olive Oil

009. Astro Cake

014. Rock Hard Ice Cream

016. Candy Cigarette

018. Silver Earring

019. Crystal Bangle

020. Striped Necktie

022. Ultimate Academy Bracelet

023. Workout Clothes

025. Autumn-Colored Scarf

026. Hand-Knit Sweater

027. Cheer Coat Uniform

028. Nail Brush

032. Cufflinks

034. White Robot Mustache

037. Travel Journal

039. Story of Tokono

043. Stainless Tray

044. Tennis Ball Set

045. High-End Headphones

046. Teddy Bear

048. Illusion Rod

049. Hand Mirror

051. Japanese Doll Wig

053. Sewing Kit

054. Flame Thunder

056. Indigo Hakama

057. Fashionable Glasses

058. Gold Origami

059. Plastic Moon Buggy Model

061. Hand Grips

064. Sketchbook

067. Proxilingual Device

069. Potted Banyan Tree

071. Dancing Haniwa

072. Work Chair Of Doom

077. Clock-Shaped Gaming Console

078. Everywhere Parasol

080. Aluminum Water Bottle

081. Jelly Balls

083. Earnest Compass

084. Semazen Doll

085. Weathercock of Barcelous

088. Monkey's Paw

089. Art Piece of Spring

090. Electric Tempest

095. Home Planet

097. Sparkly Sheet

098. Hammock

101. Marigold Seeds

102. Rock-Paper-Scissors Cards

103. Perfect Laser Gun

106. Dangan Werewolf

107. Tentacle Machine

108. Rice Toy Blocks

109. Cosmic Blanket

110. Fully-Automated Shaved Ice Machine

111. Gun of Man's Passion

Neutral

004. Cleopatra's Pearl Cocktail

007. Sugar

011. Maple Fudge

012. Greek Yogurt

015. Sukiyaki Caramel

021. Bondage Boots

024. Mono-Jinbei

030. Beret

033. Dog Tag

038. Dreams Come True ☆ Spell Book

040. Spla-Teen Vogue

041. Fun Book of Animals

042. Latest Machine Parts Catalog

047. Milk Puzzle

050. Prop Carrying Case

062. Commemorative Medal Set

063. Metronome

065. Art Manikin

066. Bird Food

068. Gourd Insect Trap

070. Pocket Tissue

073. 3-Hit KO Sandbag

074. Sports Towel

075. Steel Glasses Case

076. Robot Oil

082. Upbeat Humidifier

092. Death Flag

094. Helping Yacchi

100. Flower for Floromancy

104. Someone's Student ID

105. Bear Ears

113. Dark Belt

Dislikes

005. Non-Alcoholic Drink of Immortality

010. Bubble Gum Bomb

036. Feelings of Ham

052. Photoshop Software

060. I'm a Picture Book Artist!

086. Pillow of Admiration

087. 46 Moves of the Killing Game

099. Cleansing Air Freshener

112. Pure-White Practice Sword

Hates

035. Book of the Blackened

#Ultimate Pacifrisk #danganronpa v3 #undertale #some of these may change slightly

[theshoegirldiaries]

Comparison of the new Spring 2024 Dior Addict Lip Maximizer with other full sizes in my collection, L to R above; 003 Holographic Lavender, 014 Shimmer Macadamia, 056 Frosted Pink and 026 Intense Mauve.

As you can see the new pink one is quite unique within my collection, however I wanted to compare it to 010 Holographic Pink as I think they are quite close. I have a sample of that along with a miniature of 001 Pink, so I swatched all 6 together. They are swatched L to R (wrist); 003, 014, 056, 010, 001, 026. Right enough they are quite close, but 010 is a warmer pink, it also felt thicker in consistency (to any of my other LM's, but perhaps that's just because it's potted on a sample card).

003 Holographic Lavender is an almost clear base with purple, blue and green sparkles, this shade is a Dior exclusive but not limited edition.

014 Shimmer Macadamia has micro-shimmer if you look closely and this one is more pigmented.

056 Frosted Pink is a sheer, cool-toned, light pink with lots of shimmer, though I'd say less than 010. This is limited edition.

010 Holographic Pink as I've said is a warmer, but still light pink with a thicker formula and oodles of sparkles. It looks more neon in colour than the new 056.

001 Pink is one of those PH adapting glosses, so it looks a light pink in the tube but will be different on everyone. Here, on my arm, it barely turned pink and is very sheer. I didn't think it had any glitter in it, but if you shine a light on it there is very fine, micro-glitters in the bottle and the swatch (but they are more sporadic than previous shades).

026 Intense Mauve is a relatively dusky, but deep pink. It's the most pigmented of the bunch (as it should be being an "intense" finish), but has lots of silver sparkles, which you don't expect as it's not noticeable in the bottle. It's an exclusive shade to Dior but not limited edition.

All have a shiny finish and lightly tingle the lips in a cooling, refreshing way rather than a burning, my-lips-are-about-to-fall-off-my-face way! As usual, I've not made any colour/light adjustments to my swatch pictures and I thought I'd include the photo below when I forced the flash on, so you can see the shine and sparkles better. 003 is stunning in the flesh with so many sparkles, but it doesn't look as impressive in the pictures above, you can see a little more of the blue/green/purple tone below.

#dior #christian dior #bbloggers #beauty #makeup #cosmetics #pink haired princess #limited edition #ss24

[greyssoft]

Elan quickcal

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#Elan quickcal

[bitofthisandthat]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑺.

bold –   always  ⁄  often italic   –   sometimes

GLADSTONE.

001.   smoking:  the  action  or  habit  of  inhaling  &  exhaling  the  smoke  of  tobacco  or  a  drug.

002.   binge drinking:  the  consumption  of  an  excessive  amount  of  alcohol  in  a  short  period  of  time.

003.   drug abuse:  the  habitual  taking  of  illegal  drugs. ( just pot. )

004.   nail-biting:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety / tension.

005.   lip-biting:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety / tension.

006.   night owl: a  person  who  is  habitually  active  or  wakeful  at  night.

007.   early bird:  a  person  who  rises ,  arrives ,  or  acts  before  the  usual  or  expected  time.

008.   negative attitudes: a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  criticism  &  pessimism.

009.   positive attitudes:  a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  optimism  &  confidence.

010.   swearing:  the  use  of  offensive  language.

011.   superstitious:  an  irrational  belief  that  an  object ,  action ,  or  circumstance  not  logically  related  to  a  course  of  events  influences  its  outcome.

012.   inspecting fingernails:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  boredom.

013.   scratching your neck:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  uncertainty.

014.   foot  & finger  tapping:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  stress / impatience.

015.   nose touch:  a  subtle  body  language  sign  of  deceit.

016.   flipping  hair:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  craving  attention.

017.   twirling  hair:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  flirtation.

018.   cracking  knuckles:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness.

019.   hands behind back:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  confidence.

020.   finger-pointing:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  authority.

021.   hands on hips:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness.

022.   hands in pockets:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  mistrust / reluctance.

023.   frequent touch:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  warmth / familiarity.

024.   throat  –  clearing:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  rejection / doubt.

025.   jaw  –  clenching:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  hostility.

026.   eye  –  rolling: a  common  body  language  sign  of  irritation.

027.   head  –  tilt: a  common  body  language  sign  of  interest.

028.   whistling: to  emit  high  –  pitched  sound  by  forcing  breakthrough  a  small  hole  between  one’s  lips  or  teeth;  usually  to  a  tune.

029.   humming:  make  a  low,  steady  continuous  sound  like  that  of  a  bee;  usually  to  a  tune.

030.   perfectionism:  refusal  to  accept  any  standard  short  of  perfection.

031.   photographic memory:  the  ability  to  remember  information  or  visual  images  in  great  detail.

032.   paranoia: a  mental  condition  characterized  by  delusions  of  persecution ,unwarranted  jealousy ,  or  exaggerated  self  –  importance,  typically  worked  into  an  organized  system.

033.   exaggeration:  a  statement  that  represents  something  as  better  or  worse  than  it  really  is.

034.   intuitive:  using  or  based  on  what  one  feels  to  be  true  even  without  conscious  reasoning;  instinctive.

035.   quick-witted:  showing  or  characterized  by  an  ability  to  think  or  respond  quickly  &  effectively.

036.   interrupting:  breaking  the  continuity  of  a  conversation  with  one’s  own  statements.

037.   doodling:  to  scribble  or  make  rough  drawings,  absentmindedly.

038.   irritable:  having  or  showing  a  tendency  to  be  easily  annoyed.

039.   gambling:  to  play  games  of  chance  for  money;  bet.

040.   travel – sick:  suffering  from  nausea  caused  by  the  motion  of  a  moving  vehicle ,  boat ,  or  aircraft.

041.   sensitive:  having  or  displaying  a  quick  &  delicate  appreciation  of  others’  feelings.

042.   melancholy:  a  feeling  of  pensive  sadness,  typically  with  no  obvious  cause.

043.   chewing gum:  the  exercise  of  chewing  flavored  gum  which  is  not  intended  for  swallowing.

044.   fidgeting:  to  make  small  movements,  especially  of  the  hands  &  feet,  through  nervousness  or  impatience.

045.   skeptical:  not  easily  convinced;  having  doubts  or  reservations.

046.   neat–freak:  compulsively  obsessed  with  cleanliness.

047.   gossiping:  divulging  personal  information  about  others.

048.   prim:  feeling  or  showing  disapproval  of  anything  regarded  as  improper;  stiffly  correct.

049.   abbreviating:  giving  others  nicknames / shortening  names / giving  pet  names.

050.   having a catchphrase: having  a  sentence  or  phrase  typically  associated  with  a  specific  person.

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