#and then nice french cologne another time

[sc4llywag]

Little self indulgent Arno face study page <3

Please tell me you like him (his face is hard to draw dammit)

#i bet he smells like sewer water #and then nice french cologne another time #based headcanon #this took so long #i luh him #even though hes not my fav i still like him a lot #assassin's creed #assassins creed #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #assassins creed fanart #assassin's creed unity #ac unity #ac art #assassin's Creed art #drawing #art #artist #fanart #traditional #face study

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: So, I had this one sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now. Tbh, this is my first time attempting to write Hetalia x reader content. Hope you enjoy it. And yes, I made Yn a Nordic state, bcs why not. We all love some chaos.

(C/n)- Country name

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No warnings, really. Requests for Hetalia stories are open

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌍

"Why me?! You know I hate almost everyone." The girl asked her long time friend and ally, Finland, over the phone. The blonde laughed over the phone, which caused the other country to growl a little.

"Sorry, but you know how these meetings go. Every year one of us Nordics have to join these things. This year it's your turn, (C/n)." The said country cringed as Finland used her country name. He only used it on her when the argument was over or she made him mad.

"I know... Let's hope this ends well." She sighed, a little terrified of the meeting.

'8 of the strongest World powers will be with me in that meeting room... let's hope I won't be forced to sit between Russia and America again.' She gulped, finishing her call with Finland.

"It doesn't help that all of them hate me, too."

(Y/n) mumbled to herself and went to get ready.

"France, what's with those flowers?" China questioned, his eyes narrowing at the blonde. This caused Russia and America, who for once weren't arguing, to look at the blonde as well.

"Nothing, old friend~ you know I love roses the most." France smiles nonchalantly.

"Really? Then what's with that paper in the bouquet?" Germany questioned.

"What paper? Oh this?! It's just the bill!" France laughed awkwardly. He tried to take the pink paper, but America beat him to it and took it instead. France frowned nervously as Japan made a observation too.

"And you smell odd today... Did you use some cologne?" The Japanese asked.

"That'-"

"And why did you insist for our Nordic guest to sit so close to you? I thought you found Sweden scary, frog." England added in.

"What are you talking about, old friend? Sweden is a nice guy, I want to get close to him."

Russia and Germany sent him looks of disbelief, but before either could say anything, America let out a yell.

"France, dude?! You really are so uncool! How could you do this to me?"

"What?" England blinked, looking between the duo.

"What are you talking about?" France asked innocently, but America shoved the paper into his face.

"To my beloved (Y/n)?! Really?! And you are so casual to use my girl's human name, too!"

America glared at the French nation. France, angered by his last sentence got up and glared right back at America.

"Your girl? My beloved (Y/n) would never go for a loud mouth like you."

"(Y/n)? Do you guys mean (C/n)-san?" Japan suddenly interrupted them, causing the rest to realize what is going on.

"Wait, why did you buy flowers for her? And don't claim her so casually, pigs." China frowned, getting a little jealous. Russia, who was smiling the whole time looked at the duo, too.

"China is right. The little sunflower is too cute and delicate to be claimed by dirty men like you. So stay away."

France and America shuddered for a moment and the ominous aura surrounding Russia. And before another fight could start, Germany, England, and Japan spoke up. The trio was jealous and pissed as well by their comments, but they couldn't cause a fight now.

"Calm it down, all of you." Germany commanded.

"You all are acting like immature kids." England frowned.

"Let's all just take a deep breath for a moment." Japan suggested. The group slowly nodded their heads and one by one sat down. After a few minutes China spoke up, looking menacingly at France.

"But seriously, what's with those flowers? You are not planning to give it to Sweden so that he can hand them to (C/n)?" The oldest nation raised his eyebrow as France gulped and laughed nervously.

"Why not? Her and Sweden are close friends."

"Cut the crap. What's this all about?"

"Yeah, you have been acting off ever since you sent that invitation to Sweden." Now it was England and Japan's turn to look at him in confusion.

"I might... might not have invited Sweden this year... hahaha."

Now, France was usually a smug and calm person, but he knew this revelation would make room for a hellfire not even he wanted.

"What do you mean by that?" Germany narrowed his eyes.

"Acho!" (Y/n) let out a small sneeze as she walked down the streets of Paris, utterly confused as to where she was.

"I got lost...didn't I?" (Y/n) muttered to herself, getting her phone out to check her location.

'This is bad! If I am late, Germany will be pissed at me! And if he is pissed, he might berate me! Oh, I am so dead.' The nation gulped as she looked at her watch.

"Bella! I didn't expect to see you here!"

The girl jumped in surprise as she heard a familiar voice and quickly turned around.

"Italy?! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the meeting by now? You are always there early with Germany and Japan." The Nordic nation commented, sighing in relief that she wasn't the only one late.

"Oh~ I wanted to get some food before going. Here, take some~" The Italian said happily, handing her a few pastries he bought.

"Ah? You shouldn't give me these." The girl blushed, surprised by his kind gesture.

'But... Italy has always been like this to everyone.' She argued herself as Italy shook his head.

"I want you to have it. I tried some of the sweets in the bakeries already, so I am full. Besides..." Italy grew shy a little, but still kept his usual closed-eyes smile.

"I bought them for you. I remember you told me and China once how you don't eat prior to our meetings."

"Y-you remembered that? That conversation was years ago." (Y/n) blushed a little in embarrassment, but was touched by his gesture.

"It was important enough to remember!" Italy argued.

'He is such a flirt... well, he is a country of passion and romance, if I recall correctly.' The girl smiled gently and nodded her head.

"Thank you, Italy. It's really kind of you. But you came all the way here to buy me food?"

"France said the best bakeries are here. But why are you here? Yesterday I saw that you would be in our meeting too, this place is pretty far away from there."

"I... I kinda got lost." The girl said, genuinely sounding embarrassed. Italy blushed at her cute behavior and nodded his head. Without any warning, the European country took her free hand and started dragging her to a nearby parking spot.

"I-Italy, don't grab people like that!" The other country scolded him, but knew it was futile against him.

"Bella, don't worry. I will drive us there. I did come with a car, after all."

The words caused (Y/n) to sigh in relief for a moment as she thanked Italy for his help. But, that relief soon turned into panic as the words finally sunk in.

'Italy... will drive me?' She gulped as the approached the sports car.

'I should have prepared a will.'

Italy, oblivious to her panic, held himself back from skiping and humming in happiness. He finally gets to spend time with his beloved (Y/n) without anyone interrupting him.

"We will be there in no time!" The Italian said enthusiastically.

"Y-yay..."

'Is this my karma because I ate Iceland's pudding last week?'

"So... you invited (C/n) and not Sweden and decided not to tell us, right? Did I get that right?" Although Germany looked and sounded calm, France could tell the blonde was far from it.

"Surprise." The French nation laughed, pissing the rest off even more.

"You backstabbing frog! Why wouldn't you tell us this sooner?!" England yelled as America held him back from jumping the country.

"Yeah, what even was your plan here? Did you want to impress her or something?" The youngest country asked.

"My dear friend, I don't need to try that hard. (C/n) can tell I am a better pick without me even trying much."

"What do you mean by that?" Japan asked the French country.

"Women love a man who is honest with his emotions, romantic, and most importantly, can cook." The final being more a jab on England than anything.

"Hold up! That would include me, too! I am always honest with her!" America yelled in protest, earning disapproving looks from Russia and China.

"You yell, America. That doesn't mean you are honest. Besides, she always said she likes my cooking more." China laughed as he got a nasty look from Japan.

"Well, in that case she must like me more. She always compliments my cuisine and likes listening to my interests-"

"Same with me! What now?!" The two Asian countries glared daggers at each other while Russia was smiling menacingly at them.

"I think I would be a better fit for the sunflower. After all, we both grew up in the cold and I can also protect her better-"

"Russia, you scare her. You are not a better fit." Germany sent a side-glare at the platinum blonde.

"Same for you, old friend."

The once calm room turned into a screaming match between the nations. Neither noticing Italy and (C/n) walk in, looking at them in astonishment.

"Ve~ let's skip out on the meeting and go get food instead."

"I-" She looked at the Italian man and then at the rest, a feeling of defeat taking over her body.

'Why did I agree to this? I knew I should have stayed in self-isolation! Denmark will pay for it!'

#hetalia #aph #hws #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia china #hetalia russia #hetalia italy #hetalia france #hetalia england #hetalia america #hetalia japan #hetalia germany #hetalia allies #hetalia axis powers

[aclowntiny]

Ska Day- Woozi x GN!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 2.1k | Soulmate AU, Humor, Fluff | Warnings: none

Y’all on the poll said complete this 💁🏻‍♀️😂 Inspired by my often unshared love of ska lmao anyway wooahae enjoy this lowkey crack 😆 went to a ska show for one of my favorite bands like 2 months ago n it was so fun

It's hard to say what kind of day it's going to be when you wake up with a song about Canada stuck in your head. Jihoon wasn't even aware he knew a song about Canada, but there it was in his head, trumpets and all as he brushed his teeth. Lots of brass, actually, which he might have dug if it wasn't layered over the pop-punk guitars, too. Who writes a song like that?

When did Jihoon listen to a song like that?

He entered the practice room singing even the French bit under his breath as he swung the door open, AC sweeping in a chill wave toward him. "Canada oh Canada, I s'il vous plait..."

"Are you singing in French?" Mingyu asks him from his seated position on the shining polished floor.

"Don't get me started," Jihoon shook his head at the cursed mental brass, trumpet tune making it hard to get a clear thought into his mind. It was really catchy, too, darn it. Let’s go to Canada, let’s leave today…

“Who’s singing in French?” Jun chimes in.

“No one,” Jihoon sighs.

“Woozi-hyung,” chimes Chan.

“Why?”

“Let’s just practice,” Jihoon sighs, shooting the maknae his best ‘not another word outta you, Dino’ look.

~

The sweet, sweet relief when the Canada Song faded away, no longer stuck in his head. Jihoon put on one of his chillest samples as he sat down in the studio just to clear his ears like the coffee beans in cologne stores were supposed to, sinking into the leather of his chair after the strain of both dance practice and all the Canada. As the simple beat filled his brain, he sighed, preparing to add the next layer when…

…Another even catchier song entered his head. The backing guitar was similar, but overall the electrics were more prominent. The trumpets were even more rousing, the voice singing triumphantly about this and that all in English this time. Something about singing a song, ironically. Jihoon was very confident he’d never heard that song either, and this time it was far more vivid than simply having something stuck in your head. It was playing as if through headphones with the volume turned up, like God himself was trying to blast out the sampled beat he’d wanted to work with. Fine, then.

He turned it up. The music in his head turned up, too. He fought back with his chill beat. It fought back just as hard. You asked for it…music.

Jihoon had plenty of upbeat songs to work on, too. Closing the relaxing song-in-progress, probably something that would be going to the vocal team, he opened up one of the hip hop unit’s demos, the loudest one they had, and started playing that. It needed some fine-tuning before the next album anyway. Finally the trumpets faded out of his head as he got some work done, tweaking the autotune back to keep the members’ voices at the forefront. This time, neither the brass nor the guitars returned. Ha. Victory was his.

~

“What song is that?”

“Was I humming?”

“Yeah,” Soongyoung nods, “it sounds like a nice song.”

“It isn’t.” Jihoon crosses his arms as the music fades into his ears. “It’s just some song about a pool party.”

His friend smiled. “Sounds like fun. New concept?”

“No, it’s not mine.”

Soonyoung’s brows furrowed as he swiveled in his chair, clunking plastic sounds accompanying the motion. “Whose is it, then?”

His head fell into his hands. “I wish I knew.”

He spent the rest of the day ready to strangle Soonyoung, who liked the pool party song enough that he kept singing it long after it was done playing through Jihoon’s head.

~

A song about skateboards? Ok, kind of a good idea, just maybe not one so goofy. Had a trumpeter died and seen fit to haunt one Lee Jihoon for his musical proclivity?

Something was going on. This wasn’t natural. His dancing time was suffering unless he listened to the practice song in headphones. His lyricism failed him, other instruments blurring out his careful, sentimental mixes in whirlwinds of skateboards and time bombs and foreign countries. The songs could have been worse, in fact Jihoon was getting a bit too comfortable with the catchy one about something or other in school and singing, but in his line of work no one could afford distractions. Especially distractions that literally got louder every time he tried to drown them out as if they wanted him to know they hated him.

He excused himself from practice, slumping down against the wall with his chin in one hand, the other digging in his sweats pocket for his phone, praying Google would have some answers as to what would cause this.

A shadow fell over his vision. “Hey, are you ok?”

Glancing up, he saw Jeonghan standing over him, hands wringing in concern. “I know this has been a tense week for you, but the others were saying something about music? About singing in French?”

Jihoon sighed, sliding his phone back into the warmth of his pocket. He let it all fall out, all the brassy details of his past week rushing forth. How it started with feeling a song he’d never heard stuck in his head and continued into sometimes hours-long segments of invisible headphones tuning him into unfamiliar ditties.

“I- I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Jeonghan rested a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not going crazy. Have you considered that it’s your soulmate?”

“My soulmate is a bunch of disembodied ska?”

“No,” Jeonghan suppressed a laugh, “some people hear music when they’re close to their soulmates. It gets louder when it’s closer to your time to meet.”

Jihoon cocked a brow, shifting a bit on the hard floor. “Then why does mine sound like pool parties and Canada?”

“I’m…not even going to ask what that means,” Jeonghan shot back, hands steepled, “but you hear what your soulmate is listening to. They’ve probably been hearing bits of our practice or anything you’re working on.”

“A-ha!” Jihoon finally lit up. “That’s why it stopped when I worked on the hip hop demo!”

“Maybe they were listening,” Jeonghan confirmed with a smile.

“My soulmate,” Jihoon shook his head in disbelief, partially having believed he wouldn’t have one as such a recluse, “my soulmate who probably thinks I’m a rapper now. And who listens to…” He pulls google back up to the page with the pool party song artist. “A band with a bunch of grown men who dress like superheroes.”

Jeonghan squinted at the image on the proffered phone, a bunch of spandex-top-clad men in dynamic poses holding their instruments, eyebrows raising. “Those guys look like dorks.”

“I think it’s comedy? They have a song about pizza too. And aliens. And skits on youtube.”

“Well, I guess opposites do attract. Have you tried following the music?”

The jaw drop was practically palpable. “Following it? I’ve been running away,” Jihoon chuckled.

“Well, it’ll only get worse until you find the person, you know,” Jeonghan lowered himself into a seated position at his side, “so if you want no more brass, I’d suggest-”

“Running around like a chicken with my head cut off.”

“I was actually going to say ‘leaving the Hybe building for once in your life’, but that works too. Who knows,” the older singer shrugged, “maybe it’ll get louder. Maybe it’ll stop on someone you really like. Your soulmate could just be a friend, you know. A friend of mine’s soulmate is her best friend and both girls are straight.”

“Alright,” Jihoon puts his hands up, “alright. I’ll do it, I’ll find them just to get the music to stop.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jeonghan offers, standing up and holding out his hand.

Ignoring the hand, Jihoon stands up on his own. “What, for the show?”

“For moral support! …but yes, also for the show. I can’t wait to see what your soulmate looks like,” Jeonghan grins.

~

After rinsing off and changing out of sweaty practice outfits, the dual vocalists exited the Hybe building to the sound of trumpets…well, if you were Jihoon, that is. It really was like he was the unwilling recipient of a mostly-ska music subscription directly, forcibly installed into his brain.

The light outside was harsh for someone like him who wasn’t used to it. Even Jeonghan blinked a bit as they made their way onto the sidewalk, skirting around a planted tree.

“Ok, we’ll start with going this way,” Jeonghan said, “tell me if it gets quieter or louder.”

Jihoon felt his frown tighten, which made Jeonghan laugh. “Let me guess…we’re getting closer?”

He laughed again at the dry nod he was given in response, pointing down the street where they’d turned left. “Then we keep going that way.”

They passed about five buildings before the sound was practically unbearable, every brass note an echoing assault on Jihoon’s cranial walls despite the considerable skill of their players. Hey, assaulted or not, he was a musician at the end of the day, one who had to respect the lungs on a fellow wind or even brass player.

Looking up from the blare, he saw a bookstore of all places. "This is it," he nodded toward the doors at Jeonghan before disappearing inside.

Mazelike walls of grey shelves bearing rainbows of books greeted him, but Jihoon didn't need to go far for the music, this new song an entirely different man and woman singing about gas in a car in a rapid-fire chorus, drowned out all perception. Tables sporadically dotted the area, and one of the closest ones drew him like a magnet, bringing him closer and closer...

...Until like an act of mercy, the sound abruptly stopped, Jihoon's eyes fluttering closed in sweet relief, a laugh almost escaping him at the returned use of all his cranial real estate. Relief was all he felt, the relaxing sensation washing over him hard enough to keep him frozen there, all but forgetting where he was until a voice cut him off.

"Hi, did you need something?"

Descending back to reality, Jihoon opened his eyes and fixed them upon the speaker, the lone occupant of the table he'd stopped at sitting there with a laptop. Call it a rush of sentimentality, but the first thing he noticed about you was the kindness of the smile on your face as you removed your headphones.

That wasn't what he came there for, though. "What are you always listening to that music for?" He asked.

"Uh, I'm a music major?" You responded, head tilted and tone questioning. Kind of cute.

"And you listen to ska?"

"I like it," you defended with a shrug, "and besides, I'm writing my thesis on the influence of ska on various sides of counterculture like its greater punk umbrella and the serious topics it can be used to convey through the light style, like faith, how people judge your views based on their expectations of your expression of them, or even feelings of self-doubt and fear of judgement that are conveyed in one of the most famous songs. The singer himself has even talked about how his social anxiety inspired the lyrics, which many agree really exemplify a human experience."

The concept of his soulmate being a scholar, or even just being a real non-psychopathic person, had barely occurred to Jihoon in light of all the trumpet torture, but now that you were before him, his ire was rapidly melting away, weeks of beating himself up over diminished performance replaced by the one stronger feeling: sheer curiosity.

"Oh, wow. I had no idea, and I'm a producer."

Your face lit up with surprise. "You're a producer?"

He just hummed and nodded.

"I'm really more interested in songwriting, but that all goes hand-in-hand," you said, "but hey- how did you know what I was listening to?"

There it was. The reason Jihoon had taken to, in the words of one Yoon Jeonghan, who was perusing books two tables away, 'leaving the Hybe building for once in his life'. "I've been hearing practically nothing but for, yeesh, how many weeks now?"

"You're the guy listening to all the kpop songs over and over?"

"It's my job."

"And that rap demo?"

"Also my job."

"It really threw me the first time my sound got interrupted."

"Yeah, think how I felt," Jihoon remarked drily, meeting your eyes.

Several heartbeats passed before you burst out with a laugh, and something about the sound of it coupled with the tail end of the relief wave was so infectious Jihoon found himself laughing, too.

"Here," you waved a hand over a chair, "sit down and I'll play you another Skankin' Pickle song."

"Another excuse me?"

"'90s ska band."

Brass-filled 'Nam flashbacks. "I'm good."

"Well, now that I've suggested something worse," you grinned, sending some part of Jihoon's heart flipping, "hopefully it'll sound better if I ask my soulmate whose name I still don't know on a date."

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #woozi #woozi x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #soulmate au #this is for you poll voters 😂

[conjuremanj]

Spiritual Waters.

On this post I wanted to speak on spiritual waters and colognes these products that I've listed are and have use in different spiritual circles. I think some of this products were added later because of the low cost and having a alcohol base, because alcohol in the south has a lot of uses and could cure most is what my grandparents said🤔😄 But enjoy this post.

Holy Water. Can't get must more powerful thin this as a reverend my self I can tell you it works. This water that has been blessed by an Ordained Priest or a member of the clergy or spirituality ordained person. Used for baptism, spiritual cleansing, to bless individuals, places and objects. To bless or dispell it has many uses.

Florida Water. Actually made in New York it was and still is a male cologne. It was used for a scalp cleaner, a foot cleanser. It has multiple uses it was dubbed paranormal. Now used mostly for spiritual properties, like cleansing, or adding to a wash. It's used to feed your gris gris bag (mojo bag) to keep it going, used to feed the spirit because of the alcohol and is oftentimes used in fire rituals (to stat not to burn), in ceremonies and offerings, venerating our ancestors and the dead. It's a good ingredient used in a African spirituality religion like Vodou or Hoodoo.

Peruvian Florida Water. This cologne is widely used by healers for purification, cleansing, healing, and protection. The Peruvian Florida Water has a sweet, and spicy scent. Different from traditional Florida Water. Because of its sweet scent if a good offering to Erzulie Freda.

Rose Cologne is used for peace and love It can be good to use when working or doing any love and attraction work or used as a offering to a spirit or deity of love. It can be sprinkle around the home or add to your mop with water for attraction.

Kolonia 1800 Natural Water. This is a nice alternative to Florida Water. It has a more manly scent to it and a different vibration. Used the same way to get rid of any spell and curses on your love life, sex life, or your luck etc. This Kolonia colone also come in different scents like 1800 Tobacco if one likes to work with native american spirits or ancestral spirits because probably 60 to 70% of people or spiritual practices deal with tobacco in some way. It's good for one self.

Kananga Water Cologne. A African word that it comes from Jamaica. Kananga water is mainly used for purification and for departed ancestors. Also dispel dark energy from a room, purification of one's spirit, energy, and ancestral communication.

Orange Blossom Cologne is good to use when you have a business to help draw customers. Sprinkle outside the front door, before opening.

The Siete Macho. Is used for spiritual and emotional guidance. It is also used to block or to send back and reverse negative energy, evil eye, hexes and curses. It has multiple uses.

Reve d'Or Lotion. Used to put an end to adverse conditions and open the way for luck, love, money, and happiness. This perfume scent is good for Erzulie Dantor.

Pompeia. Used in many spiritual baths and rituals, sometimes used in Vodou for love A good scent for Erzulie Freda.

Hoyt's Cologne. This is another good cologne. Is said that it's traditionally used in conjure and hoodoo. I can't really say of that true traditionally what ever was available alcohol wise was used.

LOTION FEUILLES D'HAITI (SIMBI COLOGNE) if you been reading my blog you know Water is part of the life source, and energies. Water is one of the four elements that Vodou initiates are taught to respect as natural spiritual forces; it covered the earth at the beginning of time, and separates the living from the world of the ancestors.

So I wasted to add this spiritual cologne to the list an original formula, created in Haiti by Monsieur Trouillot. It’s made with Saut d'Eau Water is French for "Waterfall" it stand approximately 100 feet high and is the tallest in Haiti.

It also has natural, select Haitian herbs. "Lotion Feuilles" cologne gets its name from "feuilles" which is French for leaves. These potent leaves are used by Vodouisants for their medicinal & therapeutic benefits.

It can also be added to Good Luck, Prosperity & Blessing Baths - there are so many ways to use this and it smells good.

Now there are a lot of simbi products but to get the waters from that fall make it that much more special.

Sandalwood Water. Is one of these items that was give to Christ. It's good if you do a lot of prayer work. Prayer circles, seances, spiritual baths even for ones self. I like the spiritual washes that has sandalwood, or frankincense and myrrh.

7 African Powers Cologne is a popular one.

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[wanderingblindly]

WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

Excess (3.4k words, oneshot)

“You bite me,” He’s smiling now, like Max’s silence is as good as an oath. “And I’ll bite back. Deal?” Max’s eyes flick to the battleground on Charles’s body. “And this usually works for you?” Without hesitation, Charles brings his blade to his own hand. He slices across his index finger, letting the blood slowly pool, before holding it under Max’s nose like a taunt. “I’m too good to pass up.”

Choking on Greatness (2.9k words, oneshot)

“I don’t think you’re born a winner, no.” Max whispers against his lips, breath like a hint of warmth. “You make yourself into one, or you quit.” Can I?

Beggin' (1.7k words, oneshot)

“You are… gambling?” Charles slurred, tilting his head at Max’s proposal. “Loser gets on his knees.” Max said, looking down at Charles in a way that he hoped screamed ‘and I know it’ll be you’'. Or: Max and Charles make a drunken bet after Abu Dhabi 2021. One year, one realization, and one title later, Max isn’t where he thought he’d be.

I Know Your Name (But Not Who You Are) (7.6k words, oneshot)

If it’s been a decade since Max touched him, he fears it’s been longer since he’s seen him smile — their last weeks stained with downturned lips. Glassy eyes. “Cheers, then. To freedom.” “To finding you again.”

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions (12.4k words, oneshot)

"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine. “Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.” “So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows. Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” Or: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss

Second Time's the Charm (7.3k words, oneshot)

“Remember when you said you’d set me up with someone? A few months ago, at George’s wedding?” Charles’s voice is still pinched, as if his throat is trying to suffocate him and put him out of his misery. “Maybe you could do that? If the offer is still standing.” Simultaneously: “How did you know you liked guys?” Max’s tone is flat, as it usually is when he tries to come off as entirely disinterested, but Lando knows his tricks. He shoots upright, looking down at Max with wide eyes before exclaiming, arguably, one of the worst possible responses: “Oh my god, Max, are you fucking gay?” Or: Charles and Max don't know how to date; Alex and Lando try their best to make it happen.

Eighteenth Summer (Do You Wish We'd Fall In Love?) (4.9k words, oneshot)

Max wanted to burn it into his memory, engrave bits and pieces of it into each of his senses. The way the blue sky reflected off of Charles’s massive sunglasses, the smell of the hot asphalt mixing with Charles’s cologne, the nearly hysterical sound of their laughter as their playlist finally shuffled to Mr. Brightside; everything felt so precious. So fleeting. Moments memorialized on the 101 northbound, flying out of their open windows and away from his greedy fingers.

All the Stars We Cannot See (9.8k words, oneshot)

Sitting on his roof, bathed in wintery silence, Max prayed to be rescued. To whom, he wasn’t sure. Maybe the force that branded his wrist, the universal power that decided who to tie him with forever. Perfectly. Something like fate. Max prayed to fate, then. “Am I interrupting something?” The man’s accent was French, his tone unusually assertive for a question of intrusion. “It’s not my roof,” Max shrugged, hopping back onto the ledge.

Rules of Engagement (7.2k words, oneshot)

“Take me with you then!” Max felt his eyes go wide, his jaw literally dropping at the suggestion. “Tell them I’m like. Say I’m your fiancé, mate.” The heat had melted Charles’s brain, Max decided, staring at him blankly. “No.” He deadpanned. “Mate it’s genius! You won’t have to do anything, just stand there. Let me handle it. Them. The women.”

Milk and Love (1.85k words, oneshot)

There’s someone else in his empty apartment, his presence both doubling and fading overnight. It’s next to him on the floor, an identical hand grazing his fingertips as it lays beside him – a perfect mirror. It’s in his kitchen, looking at the food his trainer brought him the night before. It’s in his bed at night, putting no weight on the mattress but forcing unimaginable pressure on his mind, in his eyes. Faster than him, quieter than him, beside him. Inside him. He can’t escape it, he realizes as he lays on the floor. It lives where he lives. 

Middle Child Syndrome (I've Been in Love with You for Ages) (3.6k words, 2/2 chapters)

After all, Charles being a middle child always made a lot of sense to Max. Max’s unwillingness to deny Charles anything always made a little less sense to Max. Standing on the third place podium beneath the Monegasque flag made a lot less sense to Max. The fact that he wasn’t mad about it, a warm sense of acquiescence spurred by Charles’s smile, made it all click. He was in love with Charles Leclerc, and he always had been. Or: A small collection of memories leading up to a realization on the podium of Baku 2023.

#masterpost #lestappen #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #middle child syndrome #milk and love #rules of engagement #all the stars we cannot see #eighteenth summer #second time’s the charm #Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions #i know your name (but not who you are) #Beggin' #Choking on Greatness #Excess

[sirenjose]

Vera Analysis

Vera was born in Grasse, France. This was a town where originally tanning flourished in the 16th century, but it dies out eventually. This was in part due to competition with Nice, France, but also because they switched to focusing on perfume later.

Perfume or “perfumus” in Latin means “through smoke”.

Tanning left a strong stench, and due to complaints, it became fashionable to have scented gloves. Grasse produced the aroma oils that were put into the leather gloves, and slowly their reputation as a perfume hub increased.

Eventually there was a surge in demand for high quality fragrances, leading to perfume workshops being built and artisans known as “noses” or perfumers being employed who could blend and refine scents. These were people with a natural aptitude for scent, highly trained, finely tuned olfactory abilities as well knowledge of fragrance materials.

It took time for the perfume industry to rebound after the French Reign of Terror, which an emphasis on personal cleanliness around that time helped with. Napolean himself actually encouraged the cultivation of flowers for fragrances, leading to creation of flower fields around Grasse. Flowers sent to Paris were used to create luxury perfumes for the French elite.

The 1st of 3 large perfumeries in Grasse was Galimard in 1747, with Molinard, the 2nd, founded in 1849 (the 3rd was Fragonard, built in 1926). More factories appeared with time, especially with new processes found to absorb scent molecules. In 1850, there were about 45, but by 1875 there were 65. There were also 3 types of factories: plant growers, flower brokers, and manufacturers.

Victorian ladies weren’t known for wearing excessive fragrances. At least initially, the belief was that perfumes should be so “delicate” and so “lingeringly fragrant” that no one could define it as more than the “ghost of a sweet scent”. Anything too strong or overly-lavish was associated with people like prostitutes. Back then, perfumes were generally simpler, consisting mostly of florals and botanicals. They also didn’t apply perfume to the skin, instead using it on gloves, handkerchiefs, clothing, and cosmetics. A predominant scent back then was Eau de Cologne, which was a sharp clean scent that cut through other smells, though it was later surpassed by Bergamont and lemon oil.

Queen Victoria’s scent was the orange blossom. She also loved violets, which were popular in Victorian toiletries.

The focus on singular scent fragrances (smell of a single flower) changed by the end of the 19th century. There were several reasons for this. Raw materials started to be imported from abroad, helping reduce prices, as well as caused Grasse to focus on perfume production rather than flower fields and growing. Another reason was the improvement to the techniques they used. The discovery of solvent extraction techniques allowed for the extraction of fragrant oils without damaging the essence of delicate flowers and enabled the creation of more intricate and nuanced fragrances. The 19th century was when synthetics were 1st made and used. Houbigant and Guerlain were the first to use synthetic products: Fougère royale in 1884, Jicky in 1889, which are considered the 1st modern perfume. Finally, due to synthetic perfumes becoming cheaper to make, wealthy ladies wanted more complex, unique, and as yet unsynthesized perfumes to distance themselves from the lower class.

Going back to Vera, the “Vera” we know in game, the perfumer, is actually Chloe Nair. The real Vera Nair was Chloe’s twin sister.

Chloe herself was initially a timid girl, the type who was easily frightened and lacking in self-confidence, but the 1 person she felt happy with was her twin, Vera, the only person who truly understood Chloe. Unlike Chloe, Vera was cheerful and confident. Despite their differences, they were extremely close and did almost everything together.

But she was the only one.

Adults in their hometown of Grasse, France unfortunately often compared the 2, in a judgmental, self-righteous way. So, it was no surprised they essentially labeled Chloe, who started working and experimenting with perfumes from a young age, as the negative, weird one who “only seemed to know fragrance” and how to make perfumes, while Vera was the “elegant and flattering beauty” popular with the townspeople. As a result of Chloe’s nervous and unlikeable character, they alienated the more fragile of the 2 sisters, which led Chloe to becoming increasingly negative, sensitive, and suspicious. Seeing just how popular her twin was in comparison probably reduced her own self-confidence further.

Despite how much this hurt Chloe and worsened the outlook she had on herself and others, and despite how much the residents loved Vera, Vera’s opinion of Chloe differed from everyone else. She knew the truth of just how skilled Chloe was with perfumes, and just how deep her knowledge was of them. Chloe’s skills were supported by her superior sense of smell and sensitivity to scents, which she saw as each “[telling] a story of nature”.

Not even the rest of Chloe’s family supported her though, as Craig Nair, the “Family Store Manager” (potentially her father, but we can’t be completely sure) told her “If you want your work to have a chance to appear in front of others, you need to cease your weird and comical endeavors”.

The title of this deduction is “Attempt”, followed by the line “Creativity is never liked before it has been proven successful”. This is a bit confusing as Grasse then was still a perfumery hub back then, so Vera being involved with perfumes at all shouldn’t be a problem.

Based on what we’ve heard about Grasse’s history and the development of perfumery, my best guess to explain Craig’s words is this was when simple scents, for that emphasis on personal cleanliness, were still the most popular, before the desire for more complex fragrances. As I said, there were negative connotations of any scent that was considered too lavish. If Vera was one of those beginning to experiment with something besides single scent fragrances, that could explain why he’d talk about her weird “endeavors”, as well as explain the title being “attempt” and the line about “creativity”.

Complex fragrances, like the deduction say, weren’t “liked” before they were “proven successful”. Craig doesn’t seem the type to want to take risks. He wants to stick with what has always worked. The townspeople are similar, though they also don’t understand how interested Vera is in perfume, or the “stories” tell from each scent. But it’s also possible Vera, least to the townspeople “only seems to know fragrance”, aka she pretty much focused all her time on perfumes, could’ve been more than just because she was interested in it. It’s also possible she leaned into it because it was the 1 thing she was good at, while everyone (likely including Craig) saw her sister as the better one. That or because everyone, especially Craig, never saw her as good enough, so she tried to stand out in the 1 way she knew how.

I think the idea Vera was experimenting with complex fragrances while most others, like Craig, were still focused on single scents could be backed up by deduction 5, which includes the line “Two roses, five parts sandalwood, one part geranium, one part rosewood”. Similarly, Vera had another quote in 2018 that involved multiple ingredients: “The secret formula of love: three sprigs of tuberose, one sprig of jasmine, one sprig of clove, half a sprig of chrysanthemum and hyacinth”.

Going back to deduction 5, we see that the fragrance she was developing there was for her sister. This helps show how close the 2 were, as well as likely how grateful Chloe was for Vera’s support. Vera was Chloe’s lifeline. The 1 person who was “willing to listen, take her seriously, and support her in endeavors that seem strange to others”. Vera was Chloe’s outlet, a way to help keep her sane despite how bad everything else around her was.

Unfortunately, this didn’t last. When Chloe sees the news about Vera opening a new perfume shop, and the admiration and fame she gets from it, Chloe feels betrayed. We can see her anger and her losing control of her emotions by the way the newspaper is described to have been “shredded and pasted together”, as well as how deduction 6 includes the line “Incredible: These should have belonged to me!”.

Then there’s deduction 7, titled “vengeance”, which also includes the word “resentful”.

In this same deduction, as well as the next, we essentially learn that Chloe killed her sister (with a dagger) then took her identity. By becoming “Vera”, and taking ownership of the perfume shop the real Vera started, Chloe finally gets the attention and admiration she’s wanted for so long, as we see from deduction 8’s line “So that is what it is like to become the focus of the masses”. Her life now feels like it is finally “on track”.

To everyone else, Chloe seems to have just “disappeared”, though Chloe doesn’t think anyone cares. It doesn’t matter. “Vera” is enjoying the fame and status brought by stealing her sister’s identity, as we see from the line “there seems to be a disparaging look in her eyes and she is enjoying it”. Chloe is now “Vera”, and her personality changes to fit her new identity, as well as a result of the reputation and admiration she is now getting, as she is now described in the early version of the artbook as “arrogant, hypercritical, and graceful”.

We don’t see any immediate thoughts or feelings from “Vera” regarding her killing her sister, but we do see her guilt and regret when she learns the truth upon reading the real Vera’s diary. How Vera had started the perfume shop and everything that went along with it to ensure Chloe’s talents wouldn’t be “buried” to “prove to those biased people”. We also learn as part of this diary entry that the reason Vera didn’t tell Chloe in advance or why she was doing this because Chloe was “proud” and “wouldn’t want me helping her this way”.

Which implies, if not for Chloe’s pride, Vera may have warned Chloe in advance. Or she could’ve just out right asked Chloe more directly if she (Vera) could help.

I at least partially think Chloe’s pride developed similarly to Edgar’s about painting, which was a combination of self-confidence in their skills as well as I think a semi defensive mechanism to help deal with the unhappiness around them (for Chloe this being the way she was looked down on by everyone in town and by her own family besides Vera) as well as try to prevent themselves from being hurt. Unfortunately, by closing yourself off, it also means distancing yourself from those who genuinely care about you, and for Chloe that was Vera. Maybe Chloe and Vera were a bit more distant when they’d grown up, compared to when they were younger. This potentially could’ve contributed to the build up of emotions in Chloe, with the day she made the assumption that her own sister, her last lifeline, had betrayed her, being the metaphorical straw that broke the camels back.

But as deduction 9 says “Not all mistakes can be corrected”. Chloe had made her “choice” by killing “the only person in the world who truly loved her”. Even worse for Chloe is the fact she had gotten used to living as “Vera”, which had given her the chance to finally achieve her desires and receive the compliments and praise from others she had felt she deserved for so long.

As we see in her 3rd letter, she is described as trying to “escape reality”. This same letter seems to confirm what was likely parts of Chloe’s real personality, as it describes her as “alert and oversensitive” and “mentally fragile”, with the 3rd note, being she “has a conscience” fitting with Chloe’s feelings over killing her sister after she learned the truth. The manor owner states Chloe suffers “something close to a mental breakdown”, which is likely why she wants to forget, but also I think is a term that would fit with how I think Chloe was before. I think Chloe was already close to snapping before she saw her sister start the new perfumery, while her sister’s actions were just the thing to tip her over the edge.

 Vera knows she can’t bring her sister back to life, but she also is unable to deal with the complicated tangle of feelings she now has, which are a mixture of sheer guilt, pain, regret, sadness, and devastation. This all combined with Vera’s happiness at living as “Vera” complicating this mess further. As a result, she seeks to forget what happened. Specifically, she wants to forget that she killed her twin, the real Vera. She gets her chance when she receives a “mysterious perfume recipe from an eccentric black marketer”. Using this recipe, she is able to create “Euphoria”, which is described as “anyone who smells this kind of fragrance will be immersed in it and forget everything. But the second note of the perfume is so short-lived that no matter how much she improves it, it cannot be retained”. So, in her desire to perfect the recipe and make it longer lasting, she heads to the manor, which was wear the recipe had come from.

#idv #identity v #vera nair #chloe nair #perfumer #idv vera #identity v vera #idv perfumer #identity v perfumer #sirenjose analyses and theories

[whoahoney]

glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt 6

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 1 Part 5

Summary: Things become tense between Reader and Eddie

Content Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ (Minors DNI), angst, use of drugs, making out, pervy thoughts, descriptions of anxiety, reader has a panic attack, intrusive thoughts/mean self-talk, idiots in love

A/N: buckle up, babes.

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Y/n woke up with a delightful stretch as the sun began to creep over the horizon. The windows were fogged and the ashtray on her windowsill sat with half a cigarette resting from the night before.

That’s when she remembered her visit with Eddie and smiled before remembering his offer to pick her up. She sat up, panicking and searching for her clock.

7:03

She sighed, ripping the covers off her body and rushing to her closet to hopefully put together something a little less plain. She didn’t want to dress too differently to avoid feeling self conscious or drawing attention.

She pulled out some black jeans, her high top vans, and then selected a soft v neck that dipped lower than she typically allowed. She sighed and pulled it on, hoping it wouldn’t feel or look weird.

She threw on a flannel for extra warmth before adding her denim jacket, giving herself a nod of approval before deciding to give herself two french braids.

As 7:30 crept closer and closer, she’d glance at the clock, her heart leaping every time she noticed minutes went by, then of course quickly reminded herself ‘that’s how time fucking works’.

Eventually she heard the rumble of the heavy van idling in front of the house as she finished rolling a joint. She tucked it in her jacket pocket and headed for the door with a new pep in her step. She tried to keep the smile off her face as she walked.

She walked across the lawn, keeping her eyes on the ground until she heard a car door popping open. She jumped at the sound, quickly followed by Eddie’s laugh.

“Where are those nerves of steel now?” He hopped out of the van and rounded the front, looking fine as ever. Y/n felt like he had put more effort into his appearance this morning, though he looked wonderful every day. His curls were more defined and he seemed to smell fresher, his natural musk masked by his uncle Wayne’s cologne.

“I left them on the roof.” She chuckled as she tossed her bag into the open passenger door he stood by. She moved to climb in but he gently tugged on her braid to stop her. She cocked her head in question, right when he pulled her in for a hug. “Good morning.” He said softly, resting his cheek on her head.

Y/n sighed slowly, trying not to show how much she was obviously loving this. “Good morning, Eddie.” She giggled.

“You look nice today.” He said as he pulled away, his eyes flickering down her body.

“Oh, thanks, you too.” She blushed. Eddie clicked his tongue with a smirk and helped her inside, shutting the door behind her and running back around the front, his tongue stuck between his teeth eagerly.

“Alright, sunshine. Let’s get you to school.” He sighed contently, reaching over and giving her knee a squeeze which sent her giggling. “That’s dangerous information for me to have, sweetheart.” He teased before switching gears and driving off.

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The day before Hellfire flew by, Eddie picked her up on time the next morning and provided another after school smoke sesh. Robin and Y/n used their time that evening to bake cookies and brownies and of course some extra to feast upon after they sat on the roof and got baked themselves.

“So, when are you gonna tell Eddie you wanna kiss ‘em?” Robin asked through a drag, giggling at Y/n’s blushing cheeks. The girl shook her head insistently and snatched the joint from her snorting friend. “C’mon, you know I’m right. And he wants to kiss you too! It’s so painfully obvious.”

Y/n rolled her eyes before scrunching them closed with the harshness of the drag she was taking in. She exhaled and shrugged. “You and Chrissy really need to get together, you’ll have a ball.” She chuckled wryly, “I’m not trying to ruin anything. Maybe he’s just flirty. Maybe he just needs a friend he can relate to like he and I do.” She said, the last part not going unnoticed by the stoned Robin.

“You could just ask him?” Robin shrugged.

“If he wants to kiss me?!” Y/n asked incredulously. Robin fell into a fit of giggles, Y/n following close behind. “I’d die! I’d spontaneously combust. There’s no way, Robs.” She justified it before taking a heavy drag.

“I think he knows me well enough at this point to know I’m not capable of initiating such a thing. If it’s happening it’s gonna be on him, I already know it.” She mentioned; the thought of it making her stomach do flips before she thought back to the note he left her the other night, packed away in her nightstand, butterflies erupting.

Robin scoffed, “What’s so different between kissing people at parties and kissing Eddie?” She asked.

“Easy— I was stoned as hell and they were for party games and meaningless low grade sex with two boys that could never find the clit, and Eddie is… someone I couldn’t bear fucking things up with.” Y/n shrugged.

Robin nodded. “Well, from out here on this side of things, Eddie turns into a puppy every time he sees you. I'm pretty sure if you kissed him he’d spontaneously combust, too.” and nudged her friend as the timer went off, the conversation ending and the two heading inside.

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The next day, Robin was proven correct when the two girls chatted in the hall before class.

Y/n leaned her shoulder on the locker next to Robin’s while she stuffed books into her bag, when suddenly Robin’s smile grew tenfold. Before Y/n could ask, she was engulfed in a giant hug, an involuntary yelp flying from her lips as she was pulled backward and squeezed, the familiar leather sleeves the first indicator she wasn’t in any danger.

The second was the hearty chuckle that vibrated her right ear as he tucked his face into her neck. Y/n burst into giggles as Eddie released her all too soon, yet still kept a grip on her shoulder, tucking her back into his side.

“Morning, ladies!” He greeted as if he hadn't picked Y/n up and drove her to school. In his defense, he hadn’t seen her since he walked with her to her first class and it was now almost fourth period! After he released her he finally acknowledged Robin with a curt nod.

Robin gave him a small salute with her fingers and flickered her eyes to Y/n to see if she’d noticed, though the girl seemed too caught up in Eddie to care that she received the biggest confirmation of all confirmations she could’ve asked for.

“So, are you guys geared up to check out the campaign tonight? We’re starting a new one, it’s the perfect night to jump in!” He said eagerly, his brown eyes sparkling as he spoke.

The girls nodded, though Y/n definitely seemed more enthusiastic than Robin did. “We slaved for hours yesterday making you heathens some goods, so you guys better be kind and cordial.” Robin mentioned with a pointed look to Eddie.

And they did.

The boys gave the girls many high fives and pats on the back. Y/n blushed at all the praise as well as Robin, though Robin didn’t seek any credit or have any interest in joining Hellfire at all, really.

Robin sighed and waited for the game to start as everyone settled into their seats, and was happily surprised at the appearance of the only other female DnD player, Miriam Nguyen, who also happened to be very pretty, and suddenly she was interested.

Y/n replaced the tops onto the boxes of treats and turned to scan for a seat, when she noticed Gareth hurriedly grabbing his notebook and scooting out of the chair closest to Eddie’s screen.

“Best place to learn, right?” He smirked with a flourish of his hand. Y/n sat down with burning cheeks as Robin took the open seat next to her, on the other side of Miriam.

“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to start.. the Cult of Vecna?”

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After two hours of shouting, dice rolls, and Mountain Dew burps, the session ended on a cliffhanger, much to the dismay of Gareth and Robin, who had taken a much deeper interest in DnD than she anticipated.

“That was insane, you guys do that every week?” She asked as they walked to the parking lot. Eddie grinned and threw his arm around Y/n’s shoulders. Before he could answer, a car pulled up next to them.

“Oh, look who it is!” Robin cheered as though she hadn’t asked Steve to pick her up so Y/n could hang out with Eddie alone. Y/n’s eyes widened as Robin winked at her and set her bag in the passenger seat through the open window, “Can I get a ride, Steve?” She asked as she entered the car and buckled up.

“Uh, y-yeah! I was picking up Dustin anyway.” He looked at her confused, knowing she’d explain when they left. “See ya, guys!” She waved as Steve pulled away.

Eddie held a pleased smile on his lips. “Well, looks like it’s just you and me again.” He began walking her to his van, his arm still around her shoulders.

Y/n nodded, “What a bummer, right? What else is there to do in this one horse town?” She asked as if in thought.

Instead of opening the passenger door for her like he normally would, he leaned back against the side of the van; his arm sliding from her shoulders to direct her to stand between his legs and holding her hand. He wore a smile on his lips like he had a secret, a glimmer of adoration in his eyes.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She giggled, unable to hold his eye contact.

“I always look at you like this.” He said quietly.

She met his eyes, her heart pounding so hard she felt it in her throat. “So what do you wanna do? I’m yours til midnight.” She mentally cringed at the phrasing while Eddie savored it.

‘I’m yours’

“Only midnight?” He looked at her incredulously as he opened the door for her to climb in and closed it after her.

Something was different about Eddie tonight, though Y/n couldn’t place her finger on it. They didn’t speak a word and sat in a comfortable silence as Judas Priest played on the radio.

Instead of going to Y/n’s house, they went the extra mile section down to get to the trailer park. Eddie let out a breath he was holding through puffed cheeks as he parked the van.

“I want you to meet my uncle.” He raised his eyebrows in question, hoping she wouldn’t be weirded out.

“I-I would love to meet your uncle.” She stammered, her eyes fluttering in disbelief. Eddie smiled as he unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed around the car to hold her door open as she popped the handle.

“Afterwards we can smoke some of this new stuff I got from Rick, it’s purple, you’re gonna love it.” He said on their way to the door, absentmindedly taking her hand in his like it was nothing.

Y/n’s head spun as she followed him up the steps, staring at their interlaced fingers in front of her and feeling high already. He pulled her inside, a dumb smile on her face as they came face to face with a man around the same age as Y/n’s father.

“Y/n, this is my Uncle Wayne, Uncle Wayne, this is my friend Y/n.” He said with pink cheeks. Wayne’s eyes flickered down to their joined hands, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he met Eddie’s eye again.

Wayne now looked at Y/n, a small smile now forming as he reached out for a handshake. “It’s good to meet you, Miss Y/n, I’ve been wondering when he’d bring you ‘round.”

Y/n smiled warmly and accepted his handshake, “It’s good to meet you too! Eddie’s spoken so highly of you.” She nodded. Eddie bit back a smile as he averted his eyes in slight embarrassment.

“Oh, well has he now? That’s good to hear. Maybe I’m doing something right.” He nudged his boy before reaching past him and grabbing his keys on the counter. “I’ve gotta head out to work, Ed, don’t keep her out too late. It was good to meet you, darlin’.” He nodded to Y/n before he left.

Eddie beamed as he took her other hand in his, her stomach practically exploding at the contact.

‘Holy shit he’s touching me. He introduced me to his uncle. He talks about me to his uncle. Holy fuck Eddie munson really likes me.’ Her throat tightened at the thought.

“I knew he’d like you.” He glanced at her lips before releasing one hand and leading her to his room. “It’s not as cozy as your place but, this is my lair.” He shrugged, releasing her hand and purposely plopping down on his desk chair to leave the bed free for her.

She looked all around her and took it in, the one room in the world that held the most things that were ‘Eddie’

She smiled at the posters adorning the walls, the ones taken from the city, some purchased in store, others handmade. She smiled at his striped sheets and ingenuity of stuffing two flat pillows into one pillow case to make it more comfortable.

She stifled her giggles at the posters of motorcycle and car babes scattered about and wondered if he kept his stash in the closet or under the bed. Eddie felt embarrassment churn in his stomach, his cheeks were surely pink. He quickly glanced around his desk for the two joints he rolled earlier.

“Aha!” He held up the two perfect joints in victory, grabbing her attention. Eddie stuck one between his teeth and flicked his lighter to life. “Make yourself comfortable, by all means, I can’t take you outside tonight—it’s too cold for that, sweetheart.”

Her heart leapt as she sat down on his bed, the aged spring creaking beneath her. Eddie flipped on his stereo and turned the volume lower before he used his feet to roll his chair over closer to Y/n until he was directly in front of her, both of them with their elbows on their knees and faces too close to be considered friendly.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, huh? Or at least one of the things, I’ll bet you have a busy brain, don’t you?” He asked as he pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, her cheeks fading into pink as he grazed her skin. He set a joint between her lips, her brain going fuzzy as he leaned back and flicked the lighter, bringing it to the end of the joint for her to inhale.

She let out a shaky exhale and shook her head before taking two or three more quick and deep puffs on the joint, not afraid to be a little greedy with the bud anymore. Eddie swallowed, watching her pretty lips kiss the tip of the joint like he wished she’d kiss his dick.

She inhaled the smoke through her nose and held it in for a second as she handed it back to him. He kept his eyes on her, the thin ghost of her hit fleeing from her mouth as she shrugged.

“I like hanging out with you.” She said as the warmth rolled over her, the weight of her eyelids now at the forefront of her mind.

Eddie spoke through his exhale, “What are you really thinking about?” He smirked

Y/n wanted to throw him off like he did her, and wondered why he was so calm this evening. She quirked an eyebrow, “How have you been so calm without smoking today? Typically your temperament reminds me of a Labrador—ooh! A labradoodle. You are such a labradoodle.” She giggled.

A wide smile stretched across his face as she fell backwards onto his bed, kicking off her shoes and scooting to the middle. Eddie scooted closer to her as she curled up, the sight of her on his bed alone was making him feel some type of way.

“If I’m being completely honest, I may have taken a Xanax before Hellfire. But only to calm the fuck down, you know? I was so nerv—I was really worried you—and Robin— wouldn’t like the campaign, and I was kinda hoping I could bring you back here tonight, so I’m kinda— are you upset with me?” He looked back up at her eyes in slight worry before she would smile softly and shake her head no, putting his mind back at ease like putting a child back to bed.

He leaned over and stuck the joint between her lips, his fingers touching her mouth and chin with reckless abandon. She turned her head as she inhaled, her eyes going wide at the acoustic guitar in the corner. “Look at that!” She squinted to read the sentence painted around the curves of the body under her breath.

‘This machine slays dragons’

“That’s sick, that’s uh, uh, uhh—Woody Guthrie! Right? This machine kills fascists?” She propped herself up as she turned to face him again, the boy fighting the urge to say ‘fuck it’ and grab her and kiss her right then and there.

He settled for a tense “Mhm.” Instead.

The two went on, passing the joint back and forth, discussing more about how he got into music in the first place, how Wayne taught him the guitar, and how he started getting into metal.

He talked about the formation of Corroded Coffin that happened during a shared detention between the quartet when Jeff had first moved to town.

Eddie craved for the conversation to turn back to Y/n, though he absolutely loved the way she looked at him when he babbled about the usually meaningless stories of his life and drank them all in because they were his.

“How’d you get into metal?” He asked as he took the second joint from her. His eyes oozed adoration, the lamp light only adding to the ever present sparkle in his eyes. Y/n shrugged and giggled a little, trying to gather her explanation.

“It was an accident.”

“Oh, no I really gotta hear this.” He scooted closer, propping his feet up on the bed next to her stretched out body. He tried his best to keep his eyes on her face or hands or knees and ignore the way her breasts looked pressed together when she laid on her side.

“My grandma had no idea Judas Priest wasn’t a Christian group.” She began with a flushed face from all their laughter. Eddie’s jaw dropped before he let out a hearty cackle.

“You’re shitting me, right?”

“I’m so not shitting you, I was like 9, or something— I had just gotten my very own Walkman, I know that for sure, and my grandma asked Sam what to get me and he told her I could use some tapes to play and that I like rock music. So she went down to the store and asked for some ‘rock n roll the young people like’ and the dude sold her ‘Stained Class’!” She laughed.

“Oh my god, did she ever find out??”

“No, no, but she did get really confused when she heard about the Priest concert in Indie a few years ago, and she wanted to go but we wouldn’t let her.”

Eddie scoffed, “Damn that would’ve been a sight.”

“They would’ve broken her!”

“Have you ever actually been in the pit before?” He asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“Not at, like, a real huge concert or anything but little hole in the wall performances, I’ve been in a few.” She chuckled as she reached for the joint.

“Oh, just get ready, sweetheart, someday you and I are going to a concert and going hard. I mean stiff necks for two weeks!”

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Somehow or another, they both ended up on Eddie’s bed, shoulder to shoulder, dazed and looking at the ceiling through the veil of smoke that now shrouded the stuffy room. Eddie had put in a mixtape of his, Alone Again by Dokken played. They were belligerently high, both of them hanging onto the hem of reality by a thread.

“Maybe we should crack a window.” Y/n suggested.

Eddie made no move, staying put to look at her the way he had been all night. “No, no—you look so beautiful when you’re all smokey like that. And on my bed. And everywhere else you decide to go.” Eddie mumbled in thought.

“What?” She asked slowly, her glassy eyes meeting him without difficulty. Eddie sat up with her, unable to form words.

“I said you’re beautiful.” He shrugged daringly.

She gasped softly. Despite the love and validation she received from her family and friends, she’d never really been told she was beautiful. Not like this.

It’d been said in passing before— ‘you look pretty’ ‘that looks nice on you’ ‘you look so hot’ but never ‘you are beautiful’

Her eyes filled with tears as she leaned over and pecked him quickly on the lips.

As soon as her lips bounced off his their eyes met in alarm; Had that really just happened? Had she actually done that?

Eddie’s lips parted, his eyes wide with surprise and then melting into relief before he placed his hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her to him, properly kissing the girl of his dreams with a moan vibrating through them.

Y/n whimpered against him, his kiss warm and consuming. She felt like her face and neck were on fire, her overly sensitive body a live wire with just one heated kiss. She didn’t hesitate to bring her hands to his cheeks as he rolled on top of her, the bed beginning to creak with their writhing. “You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen..” Eddie spoke against her lips, refusing to move. “And I mean it.” He panted into her open mouth as they parted, her eyes looking at him desperately as a tear fell, not going unnoticed by Eddie but not before she could bring him in for another mind-numbing kiss.

“Mmm—Y/n, are you crying?” He asked dazed and concerned, pulling away only enough to graze her nose with his. Y/n kept her eyes closed in embarrassment.

‘seriously? A guy calls you beautiful when you kiss him and you have the nerve to cry like a baby?’

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—.” She said with a dismissive shake of her head, her hands leaving his neck to wipe her face.

“No, don’t—How high are you?” He asked quietly.

Y/n took a minute to register the question. The world felt like slow motion when she shook her head no. The stuttering sweep of her eyes told Eddie differently, his heart sinking. “Hi, how are you?” She asked with an unsure chuckle.

As she tilted her chin up to meet his lips for another kiss, he quickly suggested “Let’s, uh, wanna watch a movie?” She froze, her heart merely skipping a beat at the utter catastrophe she felt inside.

She dumbly nodded without a word, ignoring the wetness at her eyes as Eddie rolled off of her and hurried out of the room. Y/n sat up, struck with confusion. Her body was rigid as her tears fell profusely. She quickly wiped them away.

She wobbled to the bathroom around the corner, her head feeling light and fuzzy as her throat clenched, minus the hyperventilations—though she knew they were coming. She shut the door a little harder than she meant to, startling Eddie who sat in front of the tv, looking through tapes.

His eyes stayed on the door as he stood, but he couldn’t make his feet move. Instead he sighed and sat back down to wait for her.

Y/n couldn’t help the frown pulling down at the corners of her lips as she leaned over the small sink. The mirror having lost some of its shine from age, the picture unclear as she looked at herself. Crying wasn’t something she felt comfortable doing in front of people, the act being something she was constantly berated for as a child.

‘Wipe that pathetic look off your face.’

‘Oh my fucking god, you’re being such a bawl baby.’

‘Just don’t fucking look at her, she’s doing it for attention!’

‘Quit being such a little whinebag, Y/n!’

Her voice loved to return at Y/n’s most vulnerable moments, reminding her that even when she’s hit the apex of her emotional well-being, she shouldn’t even allow herself that release.

So Y/n hid in the bathroom, and looked at herself; the only person to see her pain for what it was in its rawest form.

She tried to start listing logical and rational reasons it all stopped:

‘He’s high, you’re high, he didn’t mean it.’

‘Was I not a good kisser?’

‘Maybe he just wanted you to come over so he could move in on you, it’s been his plan the whole time.’

‘Maybe I’m misreading everything’

‘Maybe he changed his mind about me’

But of course she came back.

‘Or maybe, he got freaked out because the girl that kissed him started crying like a fucking weirdo.’

She sat on the floor quickly and clenched her eyes closed, the hyperventilations starting.

‘Deep breaths, c’mon’

Y/n tried to coach herself like Sam taught her; ‘talk to yourself like a friend’.

‘Slow deep breaths, you got this, just like with Sam.’

She struggled a few times but was quickly able to count to four with her inhales and hold it for four, exhaling for four until her head wasn’t flying 90 miles an hour.

She ran ice cold water on her wrists and washed off her face, thanking herself for not wearing makeup today.

Taking one last deep breath she exited the bathroom about 10 minutes later like her inner world wasn’t viscerally shattering.

“Hey!” Eddie breathed in relief. Y/n looked at the coffee table and the videos scattered across it. “I didn’t know which one you’d like more so I just figured I’d let you pick.” He shrugged, unable to meet her eye.

Y/n nodded and grabbed Class. “I know how much you like Rob Lowe.” She remarked as she shoved it into his chest a tad harshly. Eddie was taken aback at the force she put behind it, but chuckled and pushed the tape into the player.

He took his spot next to her, resting his arm on the back of the couch. There was a weird space between them, both of the worried lovers unable to act accordingly.

“For the record, I only like Rob Lowe in this movie.” He remarked after a good solid silence during the opening credits. She cracked a smile and snickered, the weed still lingering and allowing her to loosen up and ignore the gnawing empty ache in her chest.

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By the time the movie ended, they’d inched closer and closer, their shoulders almost touching, his knee leaning against hers as he spread his legs. They hadn’t spoken much during the film, but there truly didn’t feel like there was much to say. The clock on the wall read 11:43, and the trailer was deafeningly silent without the tv on to distract them from the tension.

Y/n felt the air buzzing around them, the heat rising in her stomach again when she saw him outlined in the shadows, just looking at her for a moment like he always did. “Well, you ready to get home?” His voice cut through the silence gently, but enough to startle her a little.

She nodded and stood, walking past him to the door without another look at him. He fought the urge to reach out and grab her, to tell her he was sorry for making things weird, that she hadn’t done anything wrong, that he was overthinking and being stupid and didn’t want to take advantage of her.

He wanted to kiss her again, so desperately he ached.

Instead he followed her outside, frowning when he hadn’t beaten her to her door. They drove the mile in silence, Y/n playing hide and seek with the moon through the clouds and trees. The cold glass against her forehead kept her grounded, told her that once she got home she could dissociate and fade away however long she needed until school in the morning.

Eddie pulled up to his spot at the curb, clearing his throat as he put it in park. “You want me to walk you?” He asked, his puppy dog eyes shining. Y/n thought for a moment before shaking her head gently.

“No, it’s okay. Thanks for the weed.” She said with enough softness in her voice to keep him from worrying more.

He nodded as she turned to open the door. He caught her hand before she could leave, her eyes finding his immediately. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked hopefully.

Y/n gave a half-smile and nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before she opened the door with a creak. “Goodnight, Eddie.” She said before closing the door and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

Eddie watched her the whole way, urging her to turn around, at least look at him. He could still feel the weight of her lips on his and the places her hand had touched his face. He was buzzing through the entire movie, keeping a pillow over his crotch the entire time to avoid even more awkwardness.

Once she was safely inside, he beat the steering wheel with his fists, cries of anger flying from his mouth. He felt hot tears prickle his eyes and clenched his jaw at the ache in his chest.

‘You fucked up. Just like you knew you would’

‘Not only did you blow it with your crush you probably just lost a good friend.’

‘Way to freak her out, freak.’

Eddie berated himself the whole way home. He quickly crawled into bed face first to scream into his pillow and then covered up with the sheets he should be tangled up in with the girl of his dreams.

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When Eddie picked Y/n up in the morning things felt off. She wore a gray beanie over her hair that hung loose around her, her thick scarf wrapped around her neck twice as she buried her cute little nose into it.

She unwrapped herself when she got into the car, her demeanor as icy as the overnight frost. “Good morning.” He croaked before clearing his throat.

She smiled softly as she buckled her seat belt, “Morning.”

Eddie pulled off of the curb and bit the inside of his cheek, hoping she’d mess with the radio or something. “You, uh, sleep okay?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, “Mhm, I actually kinda think I’m still a little high, if I’m being honest.” She chuckled, looking out the window. Eddie's eyes widened.

“F-For real?”

Y/n chuckled again and nodded. “Yeah, getting ready was hard this morning. Head feels all swimmy.”

“We could knock off for the day? I could take you back to your house so you can rest.” He offered with concern.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s okay, it’ll wear off. It’s happened a couple times when I smoke real late. Especially if it’s dank like that stuff you had last night. That shit was outta this world, man.” She rambled, knowing full well she smoked a joint when she got home and then a little more in her shower this morning.

Eddie chuckled, glad she was talking to him like normal, at least. It gave him a shred of hope things wouldn’t be ruined. He could work with that.

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Chrissy was buzzing to find out what happened the evening after Hellfire. After hearing about the note, she was sure Eddie was close to making a move or admiting his feelings for her new dear friend. When Y/n got to class looking less like herself, Chrissy knew something was up.

When Y/n regaled the events of the evening Chrissy waited with baited breath, every step of the story adding up to the perfect most world rocking ending. Her eyes shined with intrigue when Y/n described laying on his bed together, the intimate touches happening all night before he called her beautiful so bravely. How she finally went for it and kissed him, Chrissy cutting her off before she could finish.

Chrissy squealed with delight,Y/n cracking a small smile at the praise. “I knew you had it in you, oh my god! Look at my girl! Then what happened?” She whispered urgently.

Y/n scoffed and shook her head. “Well, uh, this is embarrassing… when he told me I was beautiful.. I cried a little. But he kissed me again and—I dunno, they wouldn’t stop coming out I guess and he just.. stopped.” She bit the inside of her cheek dejectedly, her ego feeling the bruise. Chrissy’s jaw dropped.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She exclaimed, capturing the attention of most of the class and the teacher.

“Miss Cunningham! I will remind you to mind your language, this is class not gossip hour.” He chided.

Chrissy mumbled sweet apologies before turning back to her friend with fire in her blue eyes. “Stopped and what—What happened?”

“He asked if I wanted to watch a movie.” She shrugged, “—I literally had a panic attack in his bathroom right after. I just—I was so embarrassed and felt like I did something wrong.” She shook her head an

If girls could breathe fire, Chrissy would be doing it right now. “You didn’t do anything wrong! D-Did he check on you? Or apologize when you came out? Or acknowledge it?” She asked, grasping for straws, hoping she wasn’t wrong about Eddie Munson not being a complete dumbass.

Y/n shook her head as she opened her textbook. “Nope.”

Chrissy scoffed. “Well, you just wait. You owe me a party date and I’m cashing in. I’m dressing you up and you’re coming on Friday. Invite whoever you want, just please come. But I’m gonna make sure Eddie’s there—and Gareth. I’m gonna need his help…” She planned with a distance in her eye.

Y/n sent her a questioning look and couldn’t help but chuckle dryly when she heard her mumbling to herself, “The asshole’s gonna get real comfortable with tears by the time I’m through with him..”

Y/n could practically see the gears turning in her head as she tapped her chin with her pen. “Do you have hot girl clothes?” She asked genuinely, the question spurring a chortle from Y/n that she almost choked on.

Y/n dropped her jaw in mock offense, her shoulders shaking with silent giggles, Chrissy’s face softening and laughing with her. “You know what I mean, you’re always hot, but I can’t say I haven’t wondered if you share a closet with your dad and brother.” She said knowingly and nudged Y/n’s elbow with hers.

Y/n snorted, “Yes, I have hot girl clothes, but I’m not a skirt or dress wearer, is that a deal breaker?” She chuckled as she reached into her bag for her notebook, mirroring the movements of the students around them. Chrissy glanced around observently and followed along.

“Absolutely not, but I need to see more skin from you, capice? I’m gonna have to approve of it before. Oh! And make sure you come ready to… play some party games.” Chrissy flashed a shining smile at her friend and scanned her face in thought.

Y/n scrunched her brows at Chrissy. “Do you wanna come over tonight?”

Chrissy’s eyes grew wide in excitement. “Do I?! That’d be fantastic! I can have Jason drop me off after cheer!” She offered as she jotted down the heading of her paper. Y/n raised her brow at the mention of Chrissy’s boyfriend, who was hanging onto his relationship by a thread because of his delusions and constant fuckery.

Chrissy shook her head dismissively. “Oh, no, don’t worry—that’s not going on for much longer. But in the meantime I’m soaking up all the ass kissing, I deserve it for my troubles.” She shrugged before looking back down at her notebook.

Y/n looked at her in shock, her mouth still hanging open in an impressed smile. Chrissy glanced back up and giggled, “I’m finding I’m really good at planning revenge. It’s fun!” She chirped before making a list of supplies on the opposite page of her class notes.

Y/n smiled with quiet eagerness, all her emotions cushioned with the softness of the herb that still clouded her head. “Who do you think you’re gonna invite?” Chrissy asked.

Y/n didn’t have to think, “if I can get Sam to come down—I’ll have him come, and Robin and Steve of course. You mind if I ask Robin to hang out today too? I’m sure she’d love to be dressed up with us.” Y/n dropped to a whisper as the door shut and class officially began.

Chrissy nodded with wide eyes as Mr. Barker began his lecture.

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Eddie felt like he spent the whole day searching for Y/n, but alas, she was doing a good job at making herself scarce. He couldn’t help but think about their night over and over again, no matter how hard he tried to tune into the lectures. Everything came floating back to Y/n.

‘Does she even remember?’ He wondered.

‘Is she angry?’

‘Does she just want to forget it even happened?’

‘Did I make her cry?’

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant noticed the shift in Eddie’s behavior. He wasn’t mellow like he was when he popped the occasional pill or giggly when he came to school stoned. Eddie's face was hard. He bit the inside of his cheek in thought as the guys chatted about adjustments they’d made to some characters they were working on and what they got up to after Hellfire.

Gareth was the first to say something, the others looking between the two apprehensively. “Dude, what’s up with you today?” He asked quietly, everyone leaning in whether they knew it or not.

Eddie scoffed and brushed it off with a shrug, “What do you mean, man? Just tired.”

“Oh, was it a.. late night?” Gareth raised a suggestive eyebrow with a hopeful smile. Grant and Jeff’s faces lit up at the thought of Eddie leaving with Y/n with his arm slung over her shoulder, and later spying them leaned up on the side of the van together holding hands.

Eddie blushed when their kiss came to mind, the boys around him taking this as a confession and patting him on the back and ruffling the top of his curls. “Dude! What happened?”

“What’d you get up to?”

“We’ve been dying to know”

Eddie stuttered at the rapid fire questions, his grimace their indicator the night didn’t end well. “Oh no. What happened?” Gareth asked quietly as the boys ceased their congratulations.

Eddie sighed deeply. “Nothing, okay? Nothing happened.

The boys’ looked amongst each other unconvinced. “A-Are you sure? I mean you don’t have to kiss and tell, but I mean, you could at least confirm or deny.” Gareth shrugged.

Eddie shook his head sadly, “Nothing, man. We smoked, we watched a movie, I took her home.”

“Do you not want to kiss her? Cause it sure seems like she wants to kiss you.” Gareth shrugged.

Eddie took a breath to answer but then noticed Chrissy Cunningham walking straight towards him and his friends. “It doesn’t matter, man, just drop it.”

“But I s—“

“Isaiddropit!” He hissed as Chrissy stopped just behind Jeff and Grant.

“Uh, Eddie?” The boys jumped and clamored backwards against the lockers. “Could I talk to you?” She asked apprehensively.

Eddie nodded, having a feeling he was in trouble. “H-Yeah sure, what's up?” He asked, the back of his neck prickling with nervousness.

“Alone?” She nodded her head to the free space against the wall a few feet down. Eddie glanced at his friends and then nodded as he walked hurriedly.

He took a deep breath as the small blonde stopped in front of him. “S-So what’s—“

“I’m throwing a party this Friday at Jason’s, and I was hoping you’d wanna bring some stuff to sell there… and Gareth, too.” She said simply. Eddie looked surprised but nodded.

“Oh, okay. Yeah! I’m sure we can do that. But, uh, Carver?”

“Don’t worry about him. He’s agreed to play nice cause it’s my party, not his. Besides, he knows he’s on thin ice.” She scoffed. Eddie’s eyes widened, unsure of what to say in response to her revelation. “But you didn’t hear anything from me.” She shot back with a pointed finger at him.

Eddie raised his hands in surrender and zipped his lip. “I heard nothing.”

She nodded, a pleased smirk on her lips though she wasn’t particularly jazzed with his stupidity. Chrissy debated on saying something to Eddie on the subject, to ask him what his experience was last night but she knew that was a foul move to play in this kinda game. “So you’ll be there? At the party?” She asked.

Eddie sighed and looked at his shoes to think for a second. “Y/n will be there.” She offered. His eyes snapped back up to hers, noticing her knowing smile on her lips. His cheeks burned pink.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll be there, Chrissy.” He said, repressing a smile and rolling his eyes as he stepped back to rejoin his friends. She smiled, another phase of her plan crossed off the list. She couldn’t help but glance over to his awaiting group of friends, more importantly at the shaggy haired drummer that gazed at her longingly.

He jumped when he noticed her eyes on his, looking away rather indiscreetly. Chrissy giggled and kept her eyes on him as he nervously glanced back and forth between his friends and the pretty girl smiling at him.

Gareth’s cheeks flushed this time, trying to pay attention to Jeff asking Eddie the details of his conversation, when he heard a fast and high whistle come from Chrissy’s puckered lips. His head snapped to her again, finding her giggling in satisfaction before she winked at him on her way past, his eyes following her the whole way.

“I think it’s a freakin’ trap, Ed, how many times have you even spoken to Chrissy? You think her word is enough? Gareth, do you hear this? Gareth!” Grant elbowed the boy in his flannel clad side.

“Ouch! What?” He hissed, tearing his eyes off the cutest pink tennis skirt he’d ever seen.

“You think Eddie can trust Chrissy?” Jeff asked.

Eddie’s eyes only read annoyance as the bell rang. Everyone grabbed their bags and scattered in different directions. “For the record, yeah, I do.” Gareth mumbled only where Eddie could hear him as they walked shoulder to shoulder to their next class, Eddie cracking a smile in response.

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When lunch rolled around, Y/n opted to hang out in the art room, hunger not hitting her in a way food could satisfy. The art teacher left her the room to work in peace, leaving the door barely propped open as she went to lunch.

Y/n plopped down in the corner she preferred and dug out her sketchbook. She ran her finger over the edge of the rough parchment pages and flipped through the work she’d done thus far.

It started with hands—pages and pages of hands in various positions, then eventually noses and eyes covered the fronts and backs of the next 5 pages or so, flowers and botanical drawings coming in the next section. Y/n hadn’t truly thought of her work as art, just something to tune into when she needed the escape. To put her focus elsewhere.

She had a couple of sketches of Sam, some full length, some just his face scrunched theatrically for her to practice the ridges and shapes of the face when it expressed emotion. Another sketch was her father, his hand propped on his face and his round glasses set on his nose as he looked over the paper.

She drew a couple sketches on a page of her friends while they were drunk and high at a party, the lines a little sloppy and their features a bit big, though everyone loved them. She wondered why they hadn’t called. If they only thought of her as a good time.

She flipped through the few doodles she dotted the pages with during the couple weeks she sat at the house in solitude, no Sam, her dad away at work and only her tapes to keep her company. Most of them were minimal little things like lighters, stars, planets, pot leaves, clouds, and of course the moon and all its craterous glory.

Finally she hit the latest section, things that remind her of Eddie. She’d tiptoed around drawing him specifically to deny her obsession with him, especially on the off chance that he saw the book. But she’d managed to keep it all away from him so far without him noticing.

She drew some of his tattoos, some skulls, some with flames and some with flowers in their eyes, she doodled a couple joints and cigarettes, hands rolling up papers filled with hearts and stars, and of course she drew his guitars.

Today she decided to properly sketch him with his devilish smile, his curls extra bouncy and his bangs falling just right over his forehead. She fell frustrated when she couldn’t capture the right roundness of his eyes when the door creaked.

Y/n looked back with a jump, her brows drawing together when she saw Gareth easing in. “Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?”

Y/n nodded, closing her sketchbook before he could get too close. He sat in the seat next to hers, where Robin typically did. He sighed and glanced around the room, the pages adorning the walls and the plants Y/n sat next to. “S’nice place you got here.” He joked, resting his hands over his backpack that sat in his lap.

Y/n only cracked a smile.

Gareth cleared his throat and readjusted his seat, “Right, so, uh, I just wanted to ask if you knew what’s going on with Eddie.” He shrugged. Y/n met his eye for the first time and looked even more confused than she did when he came in.

“He didn’t say anything at all to you?” She asked, her arms crossed against her front. Her chest aches at the question, now more aware of her heart thudding away in her chest. Gareth only shook his head.

“No, but he seems really upset. I just didn’t know if something happened yesterday or if he said something to you—“

“I mean, something happened..” she muttered, bringing her knee up to her chest and picking at her shoe lace.

“Oh! Well, c-could you tell me?” He asked hopefully.

Y/n bit the inside of her lip and looked at the time, only 7 minutes left in the lunch period. She shrugged and sighed. “I kissed him, and he kissed me back and uh, then he stopped cause.. I got emotional... Asked if I wanted to watch a movie, so that’s what we did.” She shrugged again, her foot on the floor beginning to bounce as she confided in a boy she didn’t know.

His presence felt like Eddie’s, in the way that it was known there was a lack of judgement— it was safe.

Y/n didn’t mean to hiccup, but when she did she noticed the hot tears prickle at her eyes when she thought of the event being so embarrassing to Eddie he wouldn’t tell anyone, not even his very best friend. She pressed a hand to her mouth quickly to muffle her sob.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Gareth cooed, placing a friendly hand on her arm. “Maybe this is a whole misunderstanding, yeah? Listen, I’m not supposed to divulge any kind of information we share over a blunt, but I know the guys got it bad for you.” He mumbled.

Y/n hung on his every word. Hope brewed in her chest again though her pessimism raged on inside.

‘If he had it bad for me then he doesn’t anymore.’

“Eddie can’t share shit easily, so maybe give him a few days and he’ll be ready to talk. Especially if it’s you. Maybe by the party things will be okay again.” He offered.

Eddie walked to the bathroom, taking the route by the art room when he passed by the window Y/n typically sat by. His heart leapt when he noticed her occupying her seat, but then almost choked when he saw Gareth sitting next to her, with his hand on her.

Eddie couldn’t believe the sight, his chest hit with a pang that ran so deep it stung. Gareth had been his most loyal confidant from the first day they were friends. He couldn’t bear to look longer than a second, darting past the door and into the bathroom.

‘Why was he so close?’

‘Why was he looking at her like that?’

‘Why was he touching her?’

What he would give to see her face in that moment, to hear what they had to say. Eddie sat in the stall for the next half hour pressing his fists into his eyes in effort to stop the tears that wouldn’t fail to come.

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The next period, Gareth entered the classroom in a tizzy after failing to find Eddie. He’d been searching since leaving the art room, promising Y/n he’d be sure to let her know if he hears anything from Eddie.

He was relieved when he saw his friend was already at their table, scribbling away in his notebook he used for DM’ing. Gareth sat down with a sigh. “Dude, I was looking everywhere for you.”

Eddie scoffed bitterly without looking up at him. “Yeah, sure looked like it.”

Gareth kept his best face as he settled in his space, his brows flinching before he responded, “What?”

“I was looking for you too.” He lied. “Saw you were busy in the art room.” Is all he said.

Gareth froze, “Oh. Well, I saw Y/n and asked if she’d seen you.” He shrugged. Eddie wanted to press further but chose not to, opting to nod his head.

Gareth sighed and leaned over to Eddie. “Man, she’s really upset.. I dunno what’s up with you. But maybe you should—“

“Don’t worry about what I should do, Gareth— just leave it alone.” Eddie urged, anger covering his embarrassment well. Gareth flinched away and nodded with red cheeks.

“Oh. I’m-I’m sorry, man. I just thought you liked her—“

“I do, so keep your hands to yourself.” He hissed.

Gareth looked shocked at this. “Maybe I would if she didn’t need comfort. She’s upset, Eddie, like I said.” He huffed, opening his textbook with more intensity than necessary.

Eddie sat dumbfounded. Was she crying? Had she been upset because of last night or because things were weird today? Or maybe something happened at home?

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Eddie stood by his van, waiting for Y/n after school. He skipped his last class, opting to hotbox the van before he had to face Y/n again. She came out at the back of the herd pushing through the doors, arm in arm with Chrissy. They paused, Chrissy resting her hands on Y/n’s shoulders and giving her some sort of a run down, looking very assuring.

Yeah, there’s no way they hadn’t spoken about it.

Eddie sighed, looking down at his shoes in embarrassment until he heard footsteps approaching. Her scarf wasn’t wrapped around her neck like it was this morning, but she had just slipped her hat back on down over her ears. Her hands were stuffed in the pockets of her coat, her nose and cheeks a burning red from the cold wind nipping at her.

Eddie cracked a smile as she stopped a couple feet in front of him. She offered a kind smile in return, the boy unable to stop charming her for 5 seconds. “You, uh, need a ride?” He asked feebly, like using a stick to measure the depth of murky waters.

She chuckled dryly and nodded, “Sure, why not.”

His heart sank. Nodding, he walked around the front of the van with her trailing behind him, opening and closing the door for her in silence. Eddie didn’t run back around the front of the van like he normally did, something Y/n took notice of, a similar pang to Eddie’s thudded in her chest.

He climbed into the van with a sigh and shut the door firmly behind him. He looked at her with a tight smile, words he wanted to say tangled at the dam of his lips.

Silently, he pulled the van out of the parking lot, his lips twitching when he glanced at Y/n, turned away from him to gaze out the window. He took a quiet and slow breath, refraining from sighing for the thousandth time today.

Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out the joint she had been saving. She finally willed herself to look over at him, holding it between them like an olive branch. Eddie glanced between her and the joint before his face melted into a real smile.

“Read my mind.” He chuckled, reaching into his pocket for his lighter while he kept his eyes on the road. He held it out to her, smiling when she took it without hesitance, her fingers brushing his.

He sat at a stop sign and watched her light it, leaning forward for discretion. The cold air only amplified the amount of smoke that came billowing out of her mouth and nose, the sight sending his jaw clenching. She reached over to hand him the lighter back, their hands brushing again, and then again when she handed over the joint.

He mumbled his thanks around the filter as he turned the van again, finally on the main road. “So, uh, I couldn’t find you at lunch.. you okay?” He asked.

“Oh, I just—finished some sketches for art. I’m hoping next semester I can apply for studio art, have more freedom, you know?” She told the half truth.

Eddie’s brows scrunched. She’d never mentioned much about art. She didn’t have any of it hung up anywhere, but she did have a lot of notebooks and pencils. Is that what she was worried about at lunch? Is that what Gareth was talking to her about? Consoling her worries instead of him?

“Oh. Yeah.” He said dejectedly. “I didn’t know you draw.”

Y/n’s throat tensed. “Here and there. Just something I like to do to keep my mind off things.” She brushed it off. She wasn’t a fan of explaining her love for art, everyone always bringing up art careers coming few and far between when she has no interest in monetizing her hobby. Plus it always came with someone asking to see her work, which she wasn’t keen on doing, almost ever.

Eddie nodded in understanding though his mind was running wild. He knew studio art was for the cream of the crop art students, most of the AP projects that decorated the room came from that class. He knew it wasn’t an easy feat to make, so he couldn’t help but wonder what was inside her notebook she seemed to always have, whether it be in her bag or on her desk.

“Is Gareth trying for studio art too?” He grumbled as he pulled up to her house. Y/n shot him a look as he puffed on the joint heavily, quickly filling the cab up with smoke.

Y/n scoffed as he handed it back, distrust filling her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing— forget I said anything.” He mumbled, his eyes on the dash being pulled a million miles away. Y/n sighed before she took a drag.

“No! You can’t just say that, it’s not fair—what did you say?” She questioned further, her inner rage and the weed making her courageous as she turned to him and crossed her arms in front of her, her face etching into one Eddie hadn’t seen from her yet.

He sighed and leaned his head back against the seat with a thump. “I said forget it, please!” He urged.

Y/n flinched back slightly as he raised his voice. Her eyes glazed over at the flip of a switch, her emotions powering down in defense. She sighed once more and nodded, taking two more hits and handing to him.

Eddie sighed softly in relief as he brought the joint to his lips, about to apologize for his outburst when he heard her car door pop open and she hopped out, grabbing her bag stiffly and shutting the door. His eyes bulged out of his head as she hurried across her yard.

“Hey!” He hollered as he clammored out of the van, halting the girl in her steps as she blinked away the tears before turning to him.

“Wha—Can we talk?” He asked. Y/n’s jaw dropped in shock before her face morphed into amusement.

“About what?” She crossed her arms over her chest, daring him to bring it up. If he did, she’d be happy to listen. To invite him inside, or climb back in the van with him. He just had to ask.

Eddie stood, trying to calculate his next move, when he couldn’t make the words come out of his mouth. He stood stuttering for a minute before he rubbed the back of his neck and managed, “I-I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Y/n scoffed in disbelief. She thought Eddie to be braver than this. “For what?” She pressed.

Eddie looked at her like an embarrassed child, as if the next words from his mouth would be ‘Mom, do I have to?’

She waited a second longer before turning on her heel and booking it into the house. Eddie watched wordlessly, the words screaming in his head unable to find their way out of his mouth.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Chrissy showed up about thirty minutes after Eddie left, taking note of her friend's puffy eyes and the smell of weed and cigarettes permeating her room. The scent almost knocked Chrissy back a bit, though she quickly settled into it, noticing when Y/n shoved a window open and turned on her fan.

“How was the ride home?” Chrissy asked gently as Y/n walked over to the closet. She shoved open the accordion doors and scoffed in response. “That bad, huh?” Chrissy asked with a bit lip.

Y/n flopped onto her bed and groaned. “He gave me a half ass apology that he couldn’t even give me an explanation for. It looked literally painful for him.” She shook her head in disbelief, wondering what else she was wrong about with him.

Chrissy sighed and leaned over on her side to be almost eye level with Y/n on the bed. “Boys are really bad at apologizing. It probably is painful for them to admit being wrong. But the fact he tried says a lot..Jason never apologizes unless I practically force him..” she shrugged.

Y/n nodded. “Y’know, Eddie agreed to come to the party because I told him you’d be there.” Chrissy mentioned. Y/n’s eyes flickered to Chrissy’s, who nodded insistently with a smile. “In all honesty, he reminds me of a scared little kid.” Chrissy whispered.

“I feel like a scared little kid.” Y/n responded just as quietly. Chrissy smiled warmly.

“I know, honey. You look like one too.” She joked, Y/n finally cracking a smile before rolling her eyes and sitting up.

“Alright, here’s my hot girl clothes, jeans are in there.” Y/n said, pointing to the closet and then the chest of drawers in her room as Chrissy hopped up excitedly.

“Is Robin coming?” Chrissy asked as she pushed the hangers to one side.

“Yeah, she’s coming after work in an hour. I think she’s bringing Steve for a man’s opinion.”

“Even better!” She chirped, pulling a couple tops from the closet Y/n inherited from her old friends when they’d dress her up. They were mostly cropped tops that showed more chest and back than she normally did.

“Eddie isn’t gonna have any idea what hit ‘em.” Chrissy scoffed with malice, laying out the tops on the bed, and putting a finger to her lip. “Are skirts really out of the question? Because hear me out; fishnets? One of these tops? Some denim maybe? I have a few you could try!” She said with wide pleasing eyes. “Maybe you could wear your cutest little high tops?” She batted her eyelashes at her fashionably modest friend.

Y/n blushed and bit the inside of her cheek at the picture Chrissy was painting in her mind's eye. “Oh, c’mon, let me make you into the edgy girl I’ll never get to dress like! Let me live my dreams through you, pretty please!” Chrissy clasped her hands in a prayer with a pout, giving her friend a giggle before nodding sheepishly.

Chrissy squealed in delight before gushing about jewelry, successfully steering her friend’s head away from the impending party that would certainly be memorable.

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[the-apostates-martyr]

Daniel looked through the shelves of the shop, picking up an amber colored bottle. He liked the look of it, with the braided leather cord under the cap, but when he sprayed it on the little slip of paper and waved the alcohol out of it, the smell was repulsive.

"Salt water…what does salt water even smell like?" He muttered to himself. He put the bottle back down and picked up the cup of coffee beans set out to clear his palette.

"May I help you sir?"

Daniel looked up at the shop's employee, a smart dressed Frenchman maybe around his age, dark hair combed back and his nose absolutely up in the air. Well Daniel was used to that well enough. Despite being worth around $88 million at last estimate, he still tended to go about in jeans and a t shirt most of the time, maybe a denim jacket over it, and a pair of Converse as his shoe of choice. He wasn't one to dress the part of the wealthy novelist and socialite when there wasn't a reason for it. With his shaggy hair unruly and his frame showing an underfed appearance, he looked more like a wandering American stoner tourist than someone who should be shopping at an upscale perfume shop. He even noticed the man spoke to him in what sounded like begrudging English.

So Daniel smiled, brushed his hair back and responded in perfect Parisian French, "no thank you sir, just browsing for something my boyfriend will like!"

Whether he was startled by the language, the gay, or the flash of fangs he knew he saw for a half minute, Daniel couldn't be sure, but either way he was living for it.

Left alone to his own devices, Daniel went about sniffing down the line, discarding one scent after another. This one was too musky, this one too floral. This one made him gag. This was so much harder as a vampire trying to please a vampire boyfriend, he thought, with their sensitive noses. He was too attuned to the alcohol in the cologne and all the artificial crap. All natural his ass.

He shook his head, going down to another corner. He wanted to find something nice to go with his other purchases of the night. He and Marius only had a few more nights here in Paris, and tonight Mars was busy with the local coven. Which made sense, that was the whole reason they were staying in Paris right now, their closest vampiric neighbors. It was Marius' job as Prime Minister to form alliances between their covens, and to especially help the elder one's become convinced of the new ways. It was Daniel's job to make friends with the younger ones, and to help keep Marius' stress down. Tonight, though, Marousbworked alone, so Daniel was pre planning on that de-stressing portion.

It was five minutes to closing before he finally found something he liked, and he traipsed his happy ass up to the counter with the largest bottle available, made a show of rifling through his multiple black cards, forked over $400 and blew the clerk a kiss on the way out the door.

---

Marius sighed as he slid the card into the door of their hotel suite, pleased by the green light that allowed him inside. Things were going well with the Paris coven, their coven master happy to come and visit them in Auvergne soon, but it was still work with their ancients. Being home, even a temporary home, was welcome.

"Hello, Daniel," he called, sighing as the door closed behind him. Immediately he was aware of a strange but enticing scent. Something rich and bright, a hint of bitterness to it, something akin to food but without the bland disinterest the scent of cooking gave him now. This was aromatic and warm and-

His curiosity melted into pleasure as he left the foyer and peered into the bedroom, finding Daniel sitting in bed, wearing a little silk red slip of a robe, barely tied, a hardback book open on his knees.

"Welcome home Mars," he said. He peered over the rim of his silver glasses, smiling at Marius. He lowered his book and as he did so the robe slipped off one shoulder. Coy little thing, he knew exactly what he was doing, and Marius let himself be drawn in. He approached Daniel, slipping off his putter jacket, then his tie, tossing them over a chair by their bed.

"Welcome back indeed." Marius stepped out of his leather dress shoes, and then climbed atop the bed, crawling up the length of the mattress to arch himself over his boyfriend. Silvery blonde hair spilled over his shoulder to tickle along Daniel's cheek as Daniel leaned back into the pillows. Wanting to know the source of that smell deeper, Marius bent his head to smell close at Daniel's warm neck. "You fed."

"Course, Daddy," he smiled. Daniel threaded his fingers into his hair, feeling its silkiness. "You told me to be sure I ate."

"It surprises me still when you obey without question." There was teasing in his voice, but with a hint of his control. His nose trailed up the tendon of his lover's throat as he inhaled. "Orange?'

Daniel hummed. "Yup. Bitter orange. And cinnamon. Strange combination - do you like i-"

The bite to Daniel's exposed shoulder, the hunger in it and the possessive hold of Marius' hands was all the answer he needed.

#de romanus coven events #marius/daniel appreciation week #marius/daniel #marius de romanus #Daniel Molloy

[doobnnoob-tf2]

GIVE ME YOUR SOFTEST SNIPERSPY. Ink said calmly, clasping their hands. I would like to draw some. :]

-ink, who is still trying to find a good emoji

Spy had been gone for six months.  Sniper was just relieved he was back.

There had been complications in the mission.  Spy wasn’t able to return as soon as planned, nor was he able to keep in contact with his team.

No one on the team was more anxious over it than Sniper.  At first the others were confused why he was suddenly moody.  And then one caught on.  And another.

And before long, they all had caught on and stopped being upset when he’d have his days where he was just angry.  He was hurting, and he was always so apologetic after.  No one could stay mad.

But Spy was back.  And all Sniper wanted the moment he walked through that door was to hug him and not let go.

He was relieved.  He was excited.  He wanted to just cry, really.  It was a wave of emotions that came at him so hard and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

The moment the bedroom door closed behind them and they were finally alone after the interrogation session from the others, Sniper all but tackled the man.

“Mundy, I-”

“Shut up.”

“I would very much appreciate-”

“Shut up, Spy.”

Spy sighed and gave into the tight embrace.  He held him back and Sniper hugged him tighter, neither one willing to let go.  It was an embrace Spy didn’t know how badly he needed as well until he had Sniper clinging to him.

He clutched him like if he let go, he wasn’t going to see him again for yet another six months.  He buried his face into him and practically suffocated himself in the smell of his expensive cigarettes and cologne.  He gripped at his clothes hard enough that he knew he’d get a scolding later for leaving wrinkles and it would be worth it because he missed hearing how fussy Spy was about his fancy things.

He’d missed every endearing and utterly obnoxious thing about him.  From that cold and dangerous look he’d get in his eye while checking his gear before a battle, to how he’d roughly force him down into a chair for a haircut he - to his own opinion - clearly didn’t need but Spy insisted.  From how his voice sounded first thing after waking up, to how he’d tease him in French and leave Sniper unamused and wondering what he’d even said.

It seemed like forever before one of them pulled away.  And even then, neither one moved out of the other’s personal space.

“Am I allowed to go change now?  I’ve been wearing this same suit for a very long time without the chance to find a single dry cleaner.  If I don’t peel it off my body soon, I’m afraid it might attach itself to me.”

“Yeah, yeah, g’wan.  Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”  Spy sighed softly, reaching up to smooth out Sniper’s shirt.  “I missed you, too.  Now, I am going to shower, put on something clean, and then sleep for the next 12 hours.  You are very welcome to join me.”

“Luv, you have no idea how nice that sounds.”

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #the husbands #dan writes tf2 #//Ink Anon

[day0walker]

I hope you're having a good (I don't want to guess if it's day or night time…) Mr. Day0walker, I am here today to confess myself, something that's been rumbling in my head like a disease without cure, annoying me as the constant noises of a 'construction in progress' near your house for days wishing for it to stop.

(A little pause to create drama)

I currently have a huge crush on Dr. Nick, yes… your own Original Character, and I can't stress enough how down bad I am for him… I need more of your handsome creation, even if it's just a little (or various) random facts about him that'll save me from this hellish of a world I am living at this moment. LIKE– could we (I don't like to assume I'm the only one, so…) get a short description of Nick? It can contain anything you would like to the public to know, I'm not picky after all. Thanks in advance, your writing quickly became the daily water I have in the morning, I can't imagine my life without it.

Sincerely yours, Anon of the bunch. (Kiss mark with red lipstick) 💋

PS: I'm too scared to ask this even though I'm going Anonymous but, consider writing a little hot scene for Nick (Dr. Nick f!Reader) You don't need to put too much thought to it, but I'm dead serious when I say I would beg you right here on my knees if that makes you change your mind. Agh I don't want to make this longer for you ;; xo

oh my god anon I know you sent this last night but I simply had to wait to be on my laptop for this one HAHAH

You're an absolute doll I love you for this. I can't believe anyone would like a character I CREATED this much!!! It's one thing to have people enjoy your fanfiction, but another to enjoy a original character. That's just a really special feeling.

I'll put this under a read more in case it gets....lengthy

Okay as far as a description for Nick, I genuinely think he looks pretty spot on for Mads Mikkelsen.

He's 6'2'' so he's quite tall. But he rounds his shoulders a lot and always looks a little tired. So it's not necessarily so much an intimidating height; like sure he's big, but he also looks so worn down. Kinda makes you wanna hug him--but his face is also constantly flat and nearly expressionless so that probably radiates "don't hug me".

Also Nick was tortured (a lot) so his torso has burn marks, as well as cuts along his side, thigh and upper rib cage area. He's missing the last two fingernails on his left hand (because they were removed, nasty business). But he takes care of himself, so he's also got a fair bit of muscle tone. He's not Built, but he's very strong, so he has nice biceps and muscular thighs. He has no piercings or tattoos (and does not like them).

Not to make him sound even MORE alluring, but he definitely has a great smell to him. He's a very clean guy and probably uses an expensive cologne. He smokes, so there's the underlying nicotine scent to him, but if you're into it, then it's probably even more alluring.

Also some fun Nick facts

He is 55 !!! He's old!!! Don't be too thirsty, his knees and lower back hurt all the time.

He's French but he can, if needed, completely erase his accent and fake American very well. He's a chameleon like that. But when he's comfortable, his accent is thicker, and he'll pepper in French here and there. Also BIG on French pet names.

Incredibly materialistic and has a BIG KINK for buying women Things. Lingerie sets, heels, clothes (nsfw things too). He's so into women in heels it's like calm down!! I'm batting him with a broom!!

Does not like movies. Literally cannot sit through them. Finds acting cringe. Cannot help but pick out inaccuracies every time he sees them. Groans like an old, tired man whenever someone makes him watch one. Will fall asleep.

This man has killed people and will definitely kill people again. Murderous little bastard.

Okay I could keep going but this is so long already my God.

Anyway anon thank you sm for your interest in him!!! I can't lie, I probably wont write Nick x Reader because well....that would feel remarkably like sleeping with my own character LMAO

That being said, for fun I do write onshots featuring him for my friend DJ and their character Adler (@darkworkcourier my life revolves around Adler like she's the fuckING SUN and I'm a little planet orbiting it) and I might post works of them together on my main blog instead of my private if people really like Nick that much LOL

Kisses u kisses u kisses u

#ask #anon #i love u!!!! #doctor nick #im stunned!!! y'all like this shitty old man!?

[amc-iwtv]

SUCKERPUNCH LIVEBLOG #1

re-reading sucker punch, and I had some thots. "Lestat glances down for a quick moment, and bites at his bottom lip as he smiles." (What I see)

"It’s been so humiliating and yet…

Louis begins to follow after; the enthusiasm in every step Lestat takes drawing him in." Lestat "BITCHES LOVE me for my boundless optimism" De Lioncourt.

“Again,” Louis laughs and shakes his head. “For the third time?” (Once this man managed to make you laugh, you know you have lost. Why you pretending?).

........

“Shall I beg then?” Lestat asks, taking a step closer, then another, and one more. Louis can smell his cologne, musky and expensive. “Would you like me on my knees, Louis?” (LE GASP! THIS WHORE!)

Lestat laughs, claps his hands, and reaches out to grab at Louis’ wrist. He tugs, and Louis is so taken aback by it that he can’t find the words to speak aloud.

......

Lestat is telling him but all Louis can concentrate on is how warm Lestat’s hand is as he keeps a hold on Louis’ wrist. He focuses on the way Lestat’s fingertips press against his pulse point. 

Lestat laughs, shaking his head at Louis. “You are very stubborn. Did you know?”

Louis shrugs. “Just pointing out facts,” he says softly. (keep being a tsundere Louis! hot gyal tings! Keep THEM GUESSING! Keep them working for ya favor!)

Louis quirks a brow up at that. “You promise you don’t bite?” (You know damn well you want to him to bite you!)

“I didn’t want to assume, but since you’re French-French,” Louis murmurs. He regrets it only seconds later when he notices the pink tint upon Lestat’s perfectly shaped cheeks. 

“French-French,” Lestat repeats. “Is that meant to be an insult? And here I had believed we were beginning to get along well.” (GET HIM LOUIS!)

“You could have fooled me,” Lestat laughs, but none of this is funny. This entire night has been one disaster after the other. “I have been kind, willing to try and make the best of this night. You have pushed against my every attempt.” BITCH love it when you are confrontational always! They love my boy for his tsundere swag!

Daniel huffs about the comment from behind him and turns the sink on to wash his hands. “He’s not a serial killer, damn. That was one time, and the guy was already in prison! We were pen pals, Louis! This is different.” (LMAO We all have that one friend whose taste in men is deadly, but Louis is not in any position to judge,, but now I need to know all about Daniel's love life, like damn).

He is an idiot. He is a jerk. This is why Louis keeps to himself, and why he concentrates on his business and nothing more. He doesn’t need to pull anyone into his personal web of bullshit and despair. (Baby you did nothing wrong! You never do anything wrong! stop accepting accountability. It's everyone else's fault my precious! STOPT THE THE SELF HATE)

Lestat suddenly moans. He moans and Louis’ eyes widen in surprise, while Levi chokes and sputters on his coffee. (WHORE!)

Levi gasps, wipes at his lips with a napkin. ......

Louis reaches out, smacking his brother in law on the back. “You good, man?” (The homosexual activity killing levi!)

A second date. Oh, God above, please don’t let him fall again. Please don’t let him make a total fool of himself again.

.......

Maybe he can try a blonde roast out for it? That seems like it will be good.

A nice blonde roast, with some vanilla and brown sugar. (suddenly got a taste for BLONDES huh LOUIS???"

10/10 - Sweet. Funny. So character-focused. Louis-centered. A real slice of life. PROMISING. I love Louis's internal dialogue throughout this whole fic. You write Louis so well, so filled with shame, so dedicated to his work, his self-critical, so judgemental, so smitten with that blonde rogue. You effortlessly established so much in the first chapter. @thefairylights

#louis de pointe du black #sorry I am so weird rosanna

[inverswayart]

For the OCs questions meme: Harrier Hawke 1, 2, 16, 18, 27! Hyacinth Surana 15, 20, 35, 38! Bernard Amell 10, 12, 32, 19, 44! Marinette Hawke 5, 8, 39, 37, 50! Sunburst Andras (my favorite French asshole <3) 10, 44, 13, 37, 46! Also one of the questions speaks to you more for another character than the one I assigned it to, feel free to answer for them instead haha :D

wow, what a delightful request :D the only problem is that it turned out too long, so i hope you don't mind me posting it in parts by character. anyway, behold: Part 1, Harrier Hawke

1. Do they have any crafting hobbies?

No, not really - while Harrier inevitably picked up plenty of useful skills during his life, none of them interested him outside of their immediate purpose. His cool cousin Bernard, however, has one - following his and Determination’s fascinations with bones they occasionally delve into bone carving and/or squishing Harrowhark-Nonagesimus-style (and yes, he did make a little boner charm once)

2. Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?

Not initially - until act 2 Harrier has very little money/desire to - he considers just being clean enough and would rather have to deal with just sweat then sweat mixed with some cheap shitty thing. During and after act 2 however he starts to use ever stronger flower/herb scented perfume to somewhat hide the smell of healing ointments he uses more and more for his arms (would be stupid to out yourself as a bloodmage just after settling down somewhat) and also cause it’s a thing that rich people do; and since Harrier is also rich now -  why go against the current? esp when it’s nice stuff and not whatever Red Irons were bathing in (and drinking occasionally)

16. Do they have or want kids?

Before and during act 2 he entertained the thought occasionally, a bit more often after reclaiming the estate - Leandra did talk plenty about him getting married and settling the Amell-Hawke family back in Kirkwall (even tho after twins’ deaths Harrier seriously doubted his ability to take care of anyone, not mentioning actual children). After Leandra’s death tho he drops it completely - he never says it aloud but he seriously afraid that his family is somehow doomed to die terrible unnatural deaths, so he is scared to call or even think about anyone as family (even tho he considers Anders and Merrill part of it)

18. How easy is it to become their enemy?

Easier than it seems, harder than it should be - he simultaneously looks like the kind of funnyguy who doesn’t hold grudges (he absolutely does) and while he’s way of plenty of people he usually waits till the very last moment to decide that he hates someone and considers them his enemy (he is a charmer at heart and tries his damn best to not get things to open confrontation. his best isn’t very good but still) So in the end it’s pretty tricky to figure if he is still in jokey-neutral stance with you or he’s already tipped into animosity.

27. Has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?

Once upon a time when Harrier had not developed his magic yet some wandering minstrel passed through one of many settlements of Ferelden and stayed at the local tavern, agreeing to play through the evening to cover a bit of the room’s price. Same day Hawkes were passing nearby and risked staying at the tavern to pass the cold and stormy night. Malcolm and Harrier went down to the common to get their food room while Leandra stayed in the room with twins - and so little Harrier witnessed surprisingly soulful rendition of Dane and the Werewolf - or at least that little bit of it he managed to listen in while Malcolm picked up and payed for food. Even after going back to their room Harrier tried to hear a bit more, plastered with his ear against the wall (Leandra made him to bed eventually - with great effort) And so was born Harrier’s lifelong dream - to become a minstrel himself and captivate people with a chord and a word. He got the chance to actually pursue it somehow only by act 2, when he actually got money and time for a tutor. 

#ask #vaguely-concerned #ask game #dragon age #dragon age 2 #m!hawke #harrier hawke #tag for words #tag for OCs

[gallavichthings]

From flower themed asks: cherry blossom & lavender, please.

Late reply for late question (sorry!)

cherry blossom— how do you feel about perfume or cologne? do you personally wear it or do you prefer not to?

R: I don't wear perfume or cologne, I think it can be nice for other people as long as it's not too powerful a scent

E: I wear it to parties or special occasions, but not in a daily basis, no. But mostly because I forget lol. Also, my soap, deodorant, shampoo and conditioner already have smells, I don't need another one.

lavender— what is currently on your mind (aside from this ask game)?

R: currently work, as I have a deadline coming up after enjoying some time off. So really it means my mind is just full of ideas to procrastinate lol

E: Just found out an actor I love (Omar Rudberg) will be a guest judge in a show I love (Drag Race Sverige) and I'm freaking out about that! 😭 Also, the French test I'll be doing in a few minutes.

#Ask games #Mod post

[ootori-sibs]

Random funky drabble

takes place after the festival.

tw: past tense misgendering (discussing a trans person before they were out), mild slutshaming.

"You know, Tamaki,” his father tried, sighing, “I understand that it’s tough when the girl you like doesn’t want to date you, but you can’t really change her mind. She’s her own person and can make her own decisions, I had to learn that myself once.”

Tamaki rolled his eyes, “oh yeah? Was that when your wife divorced you or when my mother didn’t want to give me up?”

There was a pause, it was clear he’d hurt his father but Tamaki didn’t feel like feeling bad about it. He didn’t think there was any way such a manwhore could ever relate to him. After a moment, his father nodded, “I understand you meant to hurt me, but I’m trying to empathise with you here. I had relationships before my marriage. There was one girl I’d dreamed of marrying in fact.” 

This got Tamaki's attention, “really? What was she like?” 

Yuzuru chuckled, “I knew that’d interest you. Well, she was in my class in school, and she was solidly in the top five girls in the class. I can’t say I was into her just for looks, though.”

“You liked her as a person??” Tamaki was genuinely surprised to hear that his father had actually fallen for someone. 

He nodded in response, “she was blindingly intelligent, she was just as cruel as she was beautiful and she always knew what to say to get someone to do what she wanted. She’d always been emotionally constipated though, so I think she agreed to date me mostly because of my status- but I did my damndest to make her happy. I treated that girl like a goddess and even impressed her father.” 

Tamaki stared at her, unsure when the penny was going to drop. “Why didn’t you marry her then? Did something happen? Was it grandmother’s fault?”

His father laughed at that, “oh no, it wasn’t mothers fault, although she does hate that whole family now… no, it wasn’t really anyone’s fault, my sweetheart just couldn’t keep the charade up.”

“What charade?”

“My princess turned out to be a transman, and he didn’t feel comfortable dating a man once he’d come out. He came out in our third year, immediately after his father had died. He got himself a wife in university, and I was very happy for them both. I didn’t have any anger or regret, because I understood no one had done anything wrong.” He paused, “so in the end, you shouldn’t be too upset at Fujioka for not wanting a relationship to get in the way of her studies. Do you understand, Tamaki?”

After a while of silence, Tamaki nodded, “yeah, I think I do… but now I wanna hear more about this guy you dated! What was he like? Have I met him?” 

Yuzuru laughed again, standing up and ruffling Tamaki’s hair. “Maybe another time, I have a meeting in an hour so I have to get ready.” 

Tamaki nodded, then hesitated, “oh! And, by the way, I have something to tell you and I’m not sure when we’ll talk next, I’m-”

“I know you’re bisexual, Tamaki. You don’t have to come out to me. Genetically speaking, I'd be surprised if you weren’t.”

“I…don’t think that’s how it works?”

“You’re the son of a manwhore and a french woman- what part of that doesn’t scream bisexual?”

“I…good point.”

“Anyway,” Yuzuru chuckled, adjusting his suit jacket and replacing his cufflinks, “the business meeting is with Mr Ootori, and afterwards we’re going for some drinks. I also happen to know that his three eldest are drinking at young Mrs Shido’s house so Kyoya will be home alone tonight.”

“Oh nice!” Tamaki beamed, “I’ll go see him then, he always cheers me up when I’m upset.”

His father froze at that, frowning deeply. “Don’t be forcing that boy to suffer through your complaining about Fujioka. She’s rejected you, you shouldn’t still be making him jealous.” 

“Jealous? You think he’s jealous of me?”

“No jealous of you, Tamaki, jealous of Haruhi.”

“Huh? oh…OH!” Tamaki went bright red at the idea, “you think Kyoya likes me like that??”

Applying some cologne and combing his hair, Yuzuru chuckled and nodded. “You and your old man aren’t so different, huh?”

“What do you mean?” 

He winked and grinned at Tamaki, “we’re both irresistible to the Ootoris.” and with that, he left the room, leaving Tamaki to flounder. 

“Wha… que diable…?” 

Well now he had a list of questions for Kyoya.

#yuzuru souh #tamaki suoh #tamakyo #yoshio x yuzuru

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@aflockoffeathers​  || ( Listen, I can’t find the original thread so it’s getting a fresh start T_T )

     He's feeling much more calmer now, taking a deep breath & releasing it shortly after once he puts the cologne away. Gaze returns to Cosmo, brow arching as they turn back to face them. Oh. He really had noticed the perfume ... Cheeks begin to fill up with more warmth at the compliment & suggestion. "Well, thank you. I'll, uh, I'll keep that in mind. It's a calming scent, isn't it ? " He smiles warmly, feeling a bit more relaxed. 

A light chuckle escapes his throat at the mention of pulp being gross. One thing they had in common to add. Though, he can't help but stare in adoration, genuine smile as he sees the bit of orange juice mustache Cosmo has. "Adorable," he murmurs under his breath. He doesn't think Cosmo hears the compliment, awkwardly lifting his own glass to take a drink. 

& Yeah, he can imagine the other having a taste of slime. It was weird, yet amusing at the same time. 

"Hmm ? " He blinks at the offer of breakfast. It does sound rather nice right about now. & Honestly, he figured they would just poof up something or ask to poof up something. Color him surprised when he notes how excited they are about possibly being allowed to cook for the both of them. He hasn't answered them yet, merely enjoying the sound of him talking. At guessing their favorite type of breakfast, Sanderson feels himself sinking down in his seat upon hearing his stomach suddenly growl. 

"I, uh, I guess I am pretty hungry," he smiles sheepishly, cheeks tinting with more color. "& That does sound amazing. The french toast with strawberry & cream filling." He bites down upon his bottom lip, fingers fidgeting with his glass. "Would you, uh, would you maybe wanna cook together ? " 

He's not looking at the fairy, amethyst hues focused on the contents left in his glass. Heart is thudding within his chest, idly wondering how they'll respond to such a question when it sounded like a date idea in his head. He nearly misses the tail end of their question. Brows furrow in thought, taking another sip of his drink before he decides to answer their question. 

"Not at first," he admits slowly, carefully. "I wanted to be different, but my uncle saw other plans, so I just went along with them." Lips quirk slightly, wondering if Cosmo remembers their childhood. He decides against asking, not wanting to bring up anymore memories with HER in it. 

He was having a nice time with him, he didn't want to ruin it by spending the conversation talking about, ugh, Wanda. “Err, do you like any special side dishes with breakfast ? “ 

#⋆My obsession; my savior. - Sanderson/Cosmo tag. ♡ #( he's gonna do everything within his power to ) #( not bring up her name again :'D ) #aflockoffeathers || Cosmo #aflockoffeathers #( main. ) #( .closed. ) #Muse; Edward Sanderson #Look at queue now!

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