#the hair and the beard and the little bandana and the all black with the green overshirt!!!!!!!

[lokis-army-77]

Live from Hawkins

Older!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Eddie watched as you are stood up on a date and without a second thought, he brings you home.

Warning: 18+. Eddie is in his late 50s to early 60s, reader is 20s to early 30s. p in v, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, pet names, a few spanks, fingering, mention of a partner having died.

A/n: Thank you @munson-blurbs for hyping me up to write this and for thinking of the funny little thing that happens at the end hehe, I love you <3 also my version older!eddie is inspired by @ farmerusedto on tiktok and Instagram.

Masterlist  Part 2

The fun of nightlife had escaped Eddie when his biological clock started making him go to bed at 8:30 p.m. instead of 2 a.m., but tonight was an exception. After an extraordinarily shitty day, he thought a drink or two at his old haunt would cheer him up. It didn’t, not entirely. The whisky he had been nursing tasted like shit and the crowd in the bar left little to be desired, except for you. 

Eddie had clocked you when you entered the establishment at eight on the dot. His eyes raked over the pretty silky red dress that stuck to the curves of your body as you made your way to a tiny circular table with two chairs and sat down. Your head was held high as you watched the front door. 

Ah, a date, He thought. Then he began thinking about all the dates he had been on in the long past years until he had met his wife, and then the lack thereof after her passing twenty-some years ago. He’s never had time to date. Raising kids two kids as a single dad while also being a simi-successful musician turned producer, looking for romance added a whole new thing to worry about so he just didn’t, but now, in his later years of life, with his children grown and moved out, he could afford the chance to indulge. Sadly though, you were apparently taken. 

Even after he had finished his one glass of alcohol, he waited. Watching you as your posture slowly became slouched, you sipped on some fancy beverage, and your head stopped peaking up when the bell to the door chimed as it was opened and closed. You were beautiful and didn’t deserve to be stood up.

When the clock struck nine, Eddie stretched his aching joints and stood from the bar. Sauntering his way over to your tiny table.

“This seat taken?” He asked, hand resting on the back of the chair. 

You lifted your head from your phone startled and shook your head. “Unfortunately, no. You can take it.” Sighing, you look back down at your phone, expecting him to take the lone chair and pull it up to another table. To your surprise, he actually sat down in front of you. “Um… can I help you?” 

“Sorry, I just saw you sitting here by yourself for a while and thought you might like the company. A pretty girl like you in a pretty dress like that shouldn’t be sitting alone in a bar like this, some weirdo could show up.”

You blush, almost as red as your dress. “And how do I know you aren’t the weirdo?” 

“Good question. You don’t.” He laughed.

The deep timber of it had your stomach flipping. His facial features were hidden under a nicely kept beard, full of salt and pepper hairs, more salt than anything else. The shaggy, slightly curly hair atop his head looked the same. He was definitely older than you by a couple of decades, but hey he was nice looking and obviously, the guy you were supposed to be seeing wasn’t coming. What harm could come from flirting with this guy?

“But hey, a bit of mystery can be a good thing, don’t you think?” He asks. 

You can't help the giggle that passes your lips. “Oh, really?” You look him up and down. His outfit was something reminiscent of the eighties, only more subdued. Tight black jeans, motorcycle boots, and an Iron Maiden shirt that had been ripped at the hem. Before he had sat down you even spotted a black and white skull bandana in his back pocket. “I’ve heard that with age comes wisdom. Are you here to enlighten me then?”

He lets out a more hearty laugh this time, his head falling back. Your eyes scan the contours of his neck and watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down. “I don’t know about wisdom, but I do have a few decades under my belt. Maybe I was the one hoping to learn a little thing or two from such a charming young lady as yourself. 

Your hand lifts to cover your smile and you look away almost bashfully. “Such a smooth talker aren’t you?” 

“As smooth as I can be…” He leans forward, hand resting on the table, fingers laced together. You see the many rings decorating them. The flip in your stomach drops and you clench your thighs together. “Why? Is my charm winning you over?”

“So that’s what you’re trying to do, huh?” You smile. 

“Well, it was either that or all the vintage dad jokes I know.” He smiles back. 

You can feel your mood being lifted from the once sour thing that it was into something more bubbly as you listen to him. “Vintage dad jokes? Sound’s intriguing. Maybe I’ll stick around for now.” 

He nods. “That’s a good choice Sweetheart. Who could resist the allure of outdated humor and a bit of gray hair?” His hand tugs at his beard. 

“You know, I could be out having an adventure with the guy I was supposed to be meeting here instead of chatting with a silver fox.” There is a permanent grin etched into your face as he gasps in faux offense. 

“You wound me, Sugar.  Isn’t it usually the unexpected adventures that turn into something unforgettable?” Eddie couldn’t lie to himself, he was laying it on pretty thick, but it was all in hopes that maybe, just maybe you might come home with him. 

“Well, I do have to admit you are intriguing, maybe I’ll take you up on this adventure.” It was childish, the way your heel-clad foot slid its way past the single, center leg of the table and halfway up the man’s calf. 

When he feels your foot rubbing on him, he has to steel his face. One of his hands slipped from the table and slithered its way down his leg and caught your foot. “What do you say we get out of here?” His hands were so big and his fingers so long that they wrapped with ease around your ankle. The pads of his fingers pressed in gently and you hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your pulse were thumping throughout your body. 

Your mouth suddenly turned dry, words evaded you. All you could do was nod in response. He let go of your foot and stood, reaching out his hand. You take it and he pulls you up as well. “My name’s Eddie by the way.” 

…

The drive to Eddie’s suburban home was filled with chase touches and lingering hands. His large palm warmed your thigh, his fingers dug into the plushness there. You cozied up to him, lips trailing up his neck to his ear where you nibbled on the lobe. 

Eddie groaned as he white-knuckled the steering wheel. His breath caught in his throat when you inched a delicate hand into his lap. 

“Now, little girl, don’t be starting something you can’t finish.” He chided. His hand on your thigh moved ever closer to the already high hem of your dress. 

“Little girl?” you whisper into his ear. “I’m not a little girl, old man.”

You feel every bump and jerk of his 1960s Ford pickup as he practically jumps the curb and slams the brakes in his driveway, screeching to a halt. Eddie unfastened his seatbelt and turned to you. His hand immediately found purchase on the back of your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips were soft and plump and his beard tickled. You giggled into the kiss but that was cut short when they turned to gasps as soon as Eddie caressed his tongue into your mouth. 

“Eddie…” You moan into him, fingers latched onto his shirt, pulling him into you. 

“What is it, Sweetheart?” He pulled away from the kiss. 

You looked him in his eyes, the street lamp outside aiding in deepening their already dark hue. “Touch me. Need you to touch me.” 

He smirked. “Alright baby, I’ll touch you.” 

Then, he backed away, hooking you from himself and slipping out the door. A pout worked its way onto your features as he walked around and opened your door. Tisking he shook his head. “What’s the frown for sugar?” 

You took his outstretched hand, he was ever the gentleman. “You stopped kissing me.” 

Leaning down he gave you a sloppy peck on the lips. “Well, I can't touch you how you want, Sweetheart, unless we go inside.” He chortled as he guided you to his front door. As soon as the lock was undone and the knob twisted, you pushed the two of you inside. You were hot and worked up and needed something to help the pounding ache that had made itself known between your thighs. 

Inside, you try your best to tug Eddie’s shirt up and over his head but he is quick to catch your hands, pushing you back against the wall and holding them above your head. 

“Not so fast. You’ve got to ask for the things that you want.” 

You shake your head in defiance. You knew where this was going from the way he gripped your wrists. From the way his voice became stricter, more dominant. Need pools in the pit of your stomach. This was what you had been craving, what no other man could make you feel. 

“Please.” Your plea comes out just above a whisper. 

“Tsk, Sweetheart, I think you can do better than that.” Eddie maneuvers both your wrists into the hold of one hand while he lets the fingers of his other run down the open skin of your neck tantalizingly slowly. Goosebumps begin to prickle on your skin as the fingers wander down your chest and over the tops of your breasts, cleavage on display, heaving as you take sharp breaths of air. 

“Please, Eddie.” Voice cracking. “Please, I want you. I want you to touch me, I want to feel you.” 

He groans, hips pressing you to the wall harder. “What a good girl you are.” He captures your lips in another heated kiss.

The night had barely begun and you already felt like you were drowning in him. The scent of menthol cigarettes, whisky, and something almost woody filled your nose and all you could think of was the man pinning you to the wall.

A staggered gasp caught in your throat when Eddie dropped your wrists and heaved you up by the waist. Your legs cinched around him and his arms held you close. “Why don’t we take this to my room? I can put some nice mood music on.” He kissed up your neck as he carried you through his home. 

“Mood music, hum?” You whimper when he sucks on a sensitive spot. “What, gonna play the Temptations greatest hits? Or how about the Chordettes? Don’t they have that song with your name in it?” 

You yelp when his hand smacks your ass. “M’not that old, Sweetheart. It’s more like eighties rock ballads but that’s not what I’m choosing.” The smirk that contoured his lips was wicked. 

“Mmm, and how old are you?” You ask, words muffled by your lips meeting his. 

“Old enough.” Eddie pushes his door open and it hits the wall with a thud. He walks to his bed in the darkness and practically throws you on top of the sheets. He doesn’t follow, instead, he flips the bedside lamp on and the room fills with a soft yellow light. 

His room isn’t what you thought it would be. It's all dark colors, blacks and grays. Three electric guitars hang like decorations on the wall in front of you. A few picture frames are scattered over the dresser to your left, too far to see the images clearly in the dim light. You watch him like a hawk as he walks to that very dresser and turns on a speaker. 

He really wasn’t kidding about the mood music. You think. 

“Get comfortable Sugar… Just got to figure out this damn phone.” You chuckle as you watch him fiddle with the touchscreen and cheer when the music fills the silence. You laugh even louder when Eddie fumbles the phone in his hands and drops it to the floor. “Shit.” He bends down to pick it up and when he does he props it against the mirror of the dresser. 

“Is it okay?” You ask, hand covering the giant smile plastered on your face. 

“It’ll live.” He shakes his head. When the giggles die down, he slowly comes toward you, crawling up the bed. The way his hands travel up your bare legs gives you chills. He pries you open gently, your dress hikes up your thighs, and the wetness of your pussy is on full display. 

“Well, aren’t you a naughty girl… No panties?” He asks, hot breath on the inside of your thigh as he nips at the skin. 

You shake your head as you explain. “No, not wearing a bra either. You can see the outline through the dress” 

He grins a devilish grin and slowly teases his way up your thigh. The hot air from his breath caresses your skin white his beard tickles you. He pushes back your dress a little more before looking you in the eyes. “Ready?”

The whine that comes from you is almost unrecognizable, all desperate and needy when his mouth attaches itself to your pretty cunt. Your hand flies to his head, gripping his silky hair between stiff fingers. 

“Fuck. E-Eddie.” You rasp. He hums the vibrations add to the cacophony of pleasurable feelings between your legs. 

Eddie’s tongue rolls along your folds, wetting every inch of skin. The gentle sucks he performs on your clit pull moan after moan from you. Your back arches and your hips push down into the bed. Eddie’s hands push your thighs farther apart, the plush of them pooling through his spread fingers. 

He loves the feel of you. Loves that he can make you writhe under him with just his tongue. His ego is through the roof, having not been this intimate with someone in years. 

It's been all but a few minutes, to you its been hours, Eddie is expertly working you up up up and to the edge. One hand smoothes down your leg and under his chin. You feel the subtle touches of his fingers as they linger around your cunt. His other hand pushes your leg back more, creating more room. You heave a cry when two fingers breach you, stretching you out at a leisurely pace. 

In and out, in and out, in and out he went, fucking you deeply with those long thick fingers of his, covered in rings. The metal soon became warm as they began to be covered in your slickness and his spit that dribbled down to meet them.

With the way his fingers pushed up into your walls, poking the fire in your belly. The ember that it once was, was not a full-on flame. It was wild and hot and needed something more to feed on. 

“Eddie!” You cried, clamping down around him. Body ridged, ready to let go. 

“That’s right baby, say my fucking name.” He pulled back only to reattach to your clit and pump his fingers tenfold. 

His words were tender to the flame, making it rage out of control. “Eddie!” You cried again, wonton moans following as you feel the fire spreading. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you chant like a prayer. 

He’s greedy as he laps up every ounce of your release, you have to push him away gently, too sensitive for him to keep going but the crooked smirk he gives you as he kisses up your body tells you he wants more. 

Your breathing is rapid as you come down. Your legs feel like jello and you’re hot, super hot. The fire in your veins had rekindled and the dress, conforming to your body, was becoming uncomfortable in the heat. 

Eddie can see the way you tug at the garment and gives it a tug of his own. “I hate to see this little number go but I need to see all of you.” He manhandles you onto your stomach, snatching the tiny red zipper and pulling it down to reveal the soft skin of your back. 

His hands rub into your muscles, thumbs catching on knots and smoothing them out. It was intimate, something you had never experienced in a one-night stand. He removed the tiny straps from your shoulders and kneaded until you were sighing contently into his sheets. Lower and lower he went, tugging the fabric with him and eventually taking it off, throwing it into the abyss. Rough fingers squeezed at the fat of your ass. 

Unknowingly, Eddie had bent down, and as he was massaging you bit down playfully on your ass cheek. A weak squeal erupts from your throat. “Eddie, what are you doing?” 

“I can’t help it if you look good enough to eat.” He bites down again and you buck your hips back. A hand quickly smacks down on your ass. “Quit being a brat. First not asking for what you want and now this? What am I going to do with you?”  Condescension drips thickly from his words. 

You wiggle your hips in his grasp. “M’sorry.” 

Another smack. “I’m sorry what?” 

The fire burns brighter with this fuel.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.”

He spanks you a third time. “Try again, baby.”

Your stomach flips. “I’m sorry… Sir.”

He hums in satisfaction. His hands wrap around you and pull you to your knees, ass in the air. With your head buried in the covers, you can only guess what he’s doing by the subtle movements behind you. 

Eddie has taken his shirt off and unzipped his pants. His cock achingly hard and straining against his black boxers. “Gonna fuck this pussy good, baby.” You whimper in response. He shickers, “You like that, Sweetheart? You want my cock in that pretty pussy of yours?” 

“Please,” You mewl, aching to finally have him inside you. The roughness of his hand steadies you as he inches closer. His hard cock on the other hand. He presses it against your folds, the head slipping through easily. You release a shaky breath when he nudges your clit. “Need you inside, please Sir.”

“Gonna give it to you baby,” Eddie replies, pushing into you. His breathing shudders at the warmth surrounding him. Your cunt squeezes him tightly, sucking him in and not letting him go. 

He feels amazing stretching you out. He's bigger than you thought, wider. The tip pushes into your walls as he begins to thrust into you, the most wonderful grunts and growls filling your ears from behind. 

"So fucking tight, Sugar." Eddie fucks into you at a hard brushing pace with stamina you didn't know he had. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there will be visible marks there later but you don't mind. 

You turn your head slightly and look over your shoulder as best you can. Eddie has a wild look in his eye, streaks of gray hair falling into his face. Your eyes catch on the plethora of ink etching his skin. You had seen the ones covering his arms but you couldn't have imagined this. Your mind wandered to what the rest of his body looked like. We're there more pieces yet to be seen or did alabaster skin win out as you go further down his body? The thought of seeing the rest of him has you bouncing your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust with fervor. 

The fire Eddie had lit within you was once again roaring out of control. The way his cock filled you deep has you shaking in delight. 

"More, more, more," you called out to him, fists clamping down onto his sheets so hard it was a wonder you hadn't ripped them. 

“More? Is that what you want?” He patronizes. His right hand moves from your hip and he bends forward, snatching your hair up at the base of your skull. The dull throb that accompanies his tight hold has you wailing. Your stomach flips and flips, pressure building up. You’re going to cum and you tell him as much. 

“Please, keep going Eddie, fuck. Keep going, I’m gonna cum, Sir.” Big blubbery tears have started to streak down your face, once pristine makeup now smeared. 

He pulls on your hair. ‘Don’t cum baby. Wanna watch that pretty face as you cum on my cock.” 

Eddie pulls out of you and it feels like forever until you are flipped onto your back and he inserts himself back inside. The new angle has your legs clamping shut around him and the head of his cock brushing against a sensitive spot which makes you keen into him.

You make eye contact with him, his gaze is feral. He’s looking at you like you’re a buffet laid out for him. His hips rock into you with such force that your body is slowly jerking up the bed. You reach out for him, hands open and close, needing to have him close to you. That fire is still burning within you and it is scorching. 

Eddie leans into your touch, relishing in the feeling of your nails dragging long scratches down his pecks and stomach. He catches one, entwining his fingers with yours and pinning your hand back into the mattress. Another intimate moment that had butterflies erupting alongside your fire. 

“Please,” you whimper. “Wanna cum so bad.” 

He leans down more, pressing a chased kiss on your lips. “Alright Sweet girl, you can cum.” 

When you let go, Eddie can’t help the absolutely hedonistic moan that comes forward. He’s rutting into your constricting cunt like an animal. The look of absolute ecstasy that washes over your face had him fighting off his own release. 

“Where do you want it, Baby? Where do you want my cum?” 

It’s absolutely crazy, the place that comes to mind, but some deep, dark, nefarious place inside you wants it so badly. Craves is. 

Without thinking, brain foggy with a greediness only comparable to the deadly sin itself, you blurt, “Inside.” 

Eddie’s hips stutter and his mind goes blank. Inside? Fuck, She wants it inside. He groans, fighting himself. He shouldn’t but he wants to. Oh, how he wants to. Thoughts of what your pussy would look like leaking his cum have him going ridged, his conscience losing out against a primal need he didn’t know he had. 

“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck ah!” He’s a moaning mess when he finally gives in and lets himself cum. 

You can feel his release as a warmth spreads out from your tummy and envelopes you. Eddie falls careful not to let all of his weight squish you. His kisses make you giggle as you try and catch your breath. 

You’re exhausted, warn out in a way you never have been. “Thank you,” you say, kissing him back. He looked at you with soft, round eyes.

“Why are you thanking me, Sweetheart?” 

You sigh, content. “You saved me from a night of wallowing in my self-pity.”

He shakes his head. “Beautiful girl like you deserves to be treated right, that guy’s a bastard.” 

“Tha-” You’re cut off by the loud ringing of his phone, still connected to the speaker.  Eddie cringes at the volume and turns slightly to eye the phone but does not move to get up. It stops ringing a moment after. 

“I think I should get going…” You whisper and give him another kiss. 

“Mmm, you could stay the night. I can take you back to your car tomorrow.” 

You pout at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“Sweetheart, I’m asking you to stay, you aren't imposing on anything.” 

You giggle and go to answer but you are interrupted by his phone ringing again. Eddie says quietly, “What the hell?” before pulling himself out of you. He hesitates a moment, watching as his cum leaks past the puffy, used lips of your cunt, then grabs at his phone. 

‘HARRINGTON’ Is flashing across the screen. 

“What do you want man? I’m in the middle of something.” 

Eddie still has his phone connected to the speaker and the next few sentences make Your smile fall and your face bloom into a heat that could rival the sun. 

“Oh, I know you are. Half the fucking world does you dipshit!” 

“Wow okay Steve, calm down. No need for name-calling.”

“Eddie I swear to god, do you know what you’ve just done?” 

“No…?” Eddie scratches his head, looking at you and shrugging his shoulders. 

“You just fucking broadcasted you having fucking sex LIVE on fucking Facebook!”

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[makncheese12]

corbul mic

Summary: what are the odds of meeting a pretty dark haired girl in your uncles bar?

A/N: I do not know Romanian so I used Google translate, GIVE ME A BREAK😭

This is for the short girlies since everyone is apparently taller than Jenna😔

Anything like in italics (I think that’s the word?) is Romanian.

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

A groan escapes your lips as your head bops up against the shoulder of the boy carrying you in a direction you didn’t know nor did you care.

Your only worry was the fact that every time your head hit his shoulder it would throb as if you were banging it against a pole but if you tried to lift it up to stop it would only grow worse and your muscles holding you up would go out.

Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much last night. You certainly didn’t think so while you were drinking but as of now, you wanted to bury yourself alive with how you felt.

Another groan as you watch your arms dangle loosely. “Why are you so bumpy?..” you drag out making the man holding you chuckle lightly.

“I’m being as gentle as I can, besides it’s what you get for drinking most of the night.” He laughs as you rest your cheek on his shoulder, beard stubble tickling your face as you do so.

The smell of shaving cream filling your senses as you look up toward his freshly shaven mullet.

“I didn’t drink that much..” you mumble, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. A loud snort comes from him as he rounds a corner.

“Not that much? You were trying to start a fight with a street cat calling it papa.” He laughs and you groan once again. “We come back from a tour and you expect me not to celebrate?”

Three months away from your home town and around the United States with your band and it was far more than a success. Though they were already big in the world and you had only just joined last year, the people seemed to love you just as much as they loved the older members.

It was thrilling, really. Being on stage with hundreds of people watching for the first time after their guitarist left and was replaced by you. It was nerves wracking at first but once the adrenaline came in they were long gone.

A lot of the people were pissed off about how they had replaced the other member so easily and it hit headlines quick after your first performance, people debating if you should even be in the band.

There was even a petition going around for you to be kicked out of the band so the originals could be the only ones. A petty little thing you weren’t really worried about.

And you didn’t care in all honesty, about any of it. As long as you got to play and make music. And after joining the band, your streams from your own songs went up on every music platform.

You of course didn’t show off as much as your bands mates, it was still their show and you were just a prop to make them sound good.

“Let’s not forget how you broke down in tears when the cat ran off.” He completely ignores your earlier statement as the memory resurfaces inside his head, you falling to your knees and reaching for the empty space in front of you.

“Shut up Mikey.” You mumble as he steps up the stairs to the bar, your head bouncing against his shoulder much rougher before he steps inside, the loud bell above the door startled you slightly causing a jolt to invade your body.

“Ah, there’s the little rockstar.” A voice booms through the air as Mikey places you on the floor, arms and legs sprawled out. “Was your fourteen hour nap good, or did you want to sleep some more on the floor?” The room fills with laughter, men and woman in different sizes watch as you sit up slowly.

“Suck my dick.” You say giving him the finger as a man grabs under your arm pit and hulls you up. “Let’s sober you up for tonight.” He chuckles before guiding you to the bar.

You look up toward the much larger man, gray and black being swept back by his bandana, cigarette resting on his ear. His black tank top stretched across his large torso, showing the large amount of tattoos. You would have thought he was mean looking if you didn’t know him.

As soon as you take your seat, your eyes spot the French fries and burger in front of another large man. You reach over and begin shoving a few in your mouth.

“Hey Terri.” You mumble and a grunt in response comes from the man as he watches you steal a large amount of his fries from his plate.

“Did you miss me?” You ask, smiling wide as you look up at the man and watch as his mouth quirks up into a little smirk. He didn’t talk much but you grew to know what didn’t little things meant.

“Ah, shucks!” You say, your own smile growing as you punch his shoulder. He didn’t budge.

As you reach for another handful of fries when suddenly a hand comes down quickly and smacks your hand making you yank back your arms and look up to see the older woman who glares at you.

“Stop stealing Terri’s food.” A frown forms on your face as you lean into the man. “Terri doesn’t mind,” you start before looking up to him. “Do you Terri?”

He grunts in response before his eyes go back to the overhead tv. “See? He doesn’t mind.” You reach out to grab another but she’s quick to smack your hand again before taking his plate, most likely to get him more fries.

Just as she enters the kitchen your uncle comes back out with a plate full of chicken and an empty glass.

He sets the plate in front of you before filling the glass with a clear liquid.

“You start in forty.” He says as he leans against the counter to watch as you scarf down the food on your plate, a small smile resting on his face.

“Did you hear, they’re doing a little show nearby and a bunch of actors are staying in town.” He tells you before sitting up from his leaning position on the counter.

“What’s that got to do with me?” Your voice muffled through your food as you narrow your eyes at the man.

“I want you to behave,” there was a small warning in his voice, one you had heard countless times. It was as if he was asking you to challenge him or disobey. Though most of the time you did, you couldn’t help but gulp lightly.

“This town is a quiet one, let’s keep it that way?” A request? Surely he didn’t think you were that dumb to try and bring chaos into his quiet world.

You may have enjoyed a loud life, but he certainly didn’t. Preferring you to just keep your loud music to a certain level while you played in his bar or the club down town.

You roll your eyes as you shove another piece of chicken into your mouth. “Just because Jonas leaked out location last time doesn’t mean I will.” You huff out quietly, remembering back to the time when the boy had fans rolling into your camping grounds.

“I’m just saying, no funny business.” He says raising his hands up in defense before walking away. You grumble quietly as you continue eating your food.

————

“What do you plan on playing?” Mikey asks as you push your guitar box across the stage. “I haven’t decided yet.”

His face drops into an annoyed look as you open your book and begin flipping through the pages.

“You start in five minutes and you mean to tell me, you don’t know what you’re going to play?” He asks, noses scrunching up slightly as you flip through your work, unpublished songs filled the notebook. Ones you preferred only to play for your towns people.

“My head is still pounding give me a break.” You mumble as you continue flipping through the pages to see what best fit the mood for tonight. You glance around for a moment, a few people play pool and laugh. Others say drinking and quietly conversating. That left the already drunk people who were dancing around the floor and laughing, most of the people drinking now would join the eventually.

It was how it was most nights, doke nights quiet and others full of people; these nights were usually on Fridays.

Fridays were your favorites, ever since you were little when your uncle first brought you into his bar on a Friday after school. Most of your friends were made playing poker, being taught how to really play whether it be cheating, lying or playing truthfully. All you knew was that you were one hell of a poker player and knew everyone’s poker face like the back of your hand.

Sure you couldn’t drink alcohol but that didn’t stop you from having your uncle keep a few jugs of apple juice behind the counter.

You hum quietly before looking through the pages once again. But before you could the book is snatched from your hands all too quickly as Mikey races off.

You stand there for a moment, mind calculating what had just happened before you rush after him. You wouldn’t have really cared if there weren’t songs in their you weren’t exactly proud of and would be teased for months on end for.

“Come here you skinny bastard!” You call out pushes the chairs he had jumped over out of your way. He jumps over the counter before jumping up sliding it into an empty slot made for a different cups.

Your eyes widen as your rush over toward the slot and he slides over the counter once again.

You gape up toward the book that hung out slightly, before reaching up on your tip toes. You don’t even come close to touching it before jumping up, finger tips just barely grazing over the spine before huffing out in frustration as quiet laughs are heard behind you.

Your head whips around to see the source was Mikey, Jonas, your uncle and two younger looking men as they watch in amusement.

“You think this is funny?” You ask voice more than serious as they continue to chuckle to themselves. “Not at all,” your uncle says, eyes scrunching from smiling too hard.

“Just wondering why you don’t reach up and grab it like a normal person.” Your eyes widen and jaw clenches as your glare intensifies, face scrunching up in anger as the men continue to laugh.

“Average! I’m average!” You yell out, arms being thrown up in the air only making them laugh harder.

“Average my ass, your missing a few inches for that darlin’.” Jonas says shaking his head and you narrow your eyes at him.

He couldn’t talk, he was only a five foot nine fully grown man, at least you had an excuse being a woman.

“Come on, guys!” You groan out. “I need to choose a song and now I barely have time.”

“Choose from the heart.” Mikey says in a sing song voice, placing his hand over where his heart was.

“You know my memory is bad.” You grumble before turning back around to look up at the book, the edge taunting you as you do so.

Huffing out, you walk back up to the shelf before placing a foot your foot on the sturdiest thing and pull yourself, making sure your grip on the cabinets are tight as you reach up for the book.

Still, it was out of reach and you huff out as you bring your other foot above the over and once again pull yourself up, fingers grazing over the book. With one last stretch you grasp the book and a victorious smile forms on your face.

It’s quickly wiped off as two fingers jab into your sides and you lose your grip on both the book and and the cabinet.

You hit the floor with a loud thud and groan out, head pounding once again.

Your eyes land on a laughing Mikey as he holds his stomach, and hurting from suddenly laughing so hard.

You grumble loudly as you get to your feet, bolting at him but he quickly moves out of the way and around the bar.

The two of you run around, people moving out of your way and you move around and under people. Some laugh at your antics while others roll their eyes in annoyance, to used to the two of you acting like this.

Just as you round around a corner, you bump into a hard surface. Harder enough to knock you onto the floor.

A loud high pitch noise emits from the back of your throat as you roll on the ground to see who you had bumped into.

Your eyes land on a tall man, haired pulled back into a rat tail of a pony tail as his eyes widen while staring down at you, a large group not too far behind him.

“Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help up a poor woman in need?” You grumble, noise scrunches slightly in annoyance when all he does is look at you.

“Damn tourist.” You mumble before being pulled up forcefully off the ground. Suddenly you’re not longer in pain from hitting the floor as you begin hitting his chest.

“Don’t touch me!” You call out, watching his smile grow before it looks to the man who had knocked you over raising his eyebrows.

“You’re American?” He asks, accent thick as he looks throughout the group around the small round table and you can’t help but do the same. And boy were you glad you did.

Everyone was more than beautiful, no flaws in any of their features as you look over their faces. One man had luxurious hair you were more than jealous of while the girl next to him lacked it.

Your eyes continue to travel over the group before a particular black haired girl caught your eye and you can’t help the way your hearts skips a beat and begins to speed up. Was this what a heart attack felt like?

Freckles littered across her face, dark eyes watching the interaction carefully looking between the three of you as if something bad was about to happen.

“I am so sorry.” The man says, putting his hands up and looking between you two. “It’s alright, it’s her fault for running around like a mad woman.” Mikey replies chuckle lightly but you can’t find yourself to react as you continue stare at the woman.

Her eyes soon land on you and your heart pounds even more, not noticed the other sets of eyes on you. The way her eyes bore into yours makes your palms sweat and you can’t help but gulp lightly as the next words come out of your mouth.

“You’re very pretty.” You say unconsciously as a snort is heard beside you. The girl only furrows her eyebrows in confusion along with the others. Right, tourist. Most don’t know how to speak your language.

But you still can’t help continue to stare, eyes staying locked with hers, palms becoming sweaty at her lack of reaction even if you knew she couldn’t speak your language.

“Alright love girl,” the man says as he lifts you up under your arm pits and carries you toward the stages, eyes never leaving the woman as the people who heard nearby smirk or laugh to themselves. “Let’s get you away from the embarrassment so we can go on stage.”

“They won’t know, they’re tourist.” You mumble as he sits you down on the stage. “And what about the song?” You ask, eyes traveling back toward the book still stuck in the slot.

“I chose one.” Jonas says as he holds out a CD case with sharpie marker written on top of it. A smile forms on your face at the realization of the song before looking up to him. It wasn’t one of your songs but it was definitely one of his favorites.

“How’d you get this on CD?” You ask tapping it in your other hand lightly. He shrugs after fixing his septum piercing and taking the CD. “There are things called printers, you know?” He states making you roll your eyes hard as you stand up on the stage.

Your eyes land on a large group of people you had recognized from down the street and now you really see where he got it from as they all wait in anticipation nearby the dance area.

“Hope your ready to wake up with a sore throat Mikey.” You laugh out as people begin to groan or cheer around the room.

“Everyone got ear plugs that want it?” Your uncle says before holding up the little baggies and people go rushing toward him.

You laugh as you finish setting up the electric guitar and Jonas takes his seat behind his drums.

You can’t help your eyes from traveling toward the group as the small round table, drinks both empty and full litter around the table as they all look around confused. Oh, how you loved chasing off tourist.

You watch as Mikey taps the microphone making a phump phump noise before smiling and looking back at you. He sends you a wink as you raise the strap around your shoulders.

You start the beat off soft, smiling lightly as the group begins to cheer and the customers whistle before your fingers become far more aggressive and Mikey’s high pitched voices yells into the mic, the once silent room filled with loud music you could probably hear down at your apartment if you strained your ears enough.

This wasn’t exactly the music you or your three person band made but it was the request for the night, and who were any of you to deny the fans?

Your eyes travel around the room as sweat begins to roll down your face, hair strands coming undo as you move your head around.

You see your uncle cleaning dishes with a large smile on his face as he watches you all, shaking his head lightly at the crowd as the dance around like a bunch of animals.

Then you look around the room, one or two people annoyed as they drink while the others watch or dance before you look toward the small circle table.

Most of their group watched the people around the room, one held their hands to their ears and one watched your performance. One that made your heart beat more than it was from the adrenaline of playing.

Her eyes stayed glued to you, at least you thought with how far away she seemed. You’re eyes were definitely glued to her.

It seemed to make you sweat a little more the thought of her looking at you made your nerves hit the roof, something you had never felt before. You didn’t even know the woman, hell you didn’t even know what she sounded like and she had you feeling like this. A smirk plays onto your face as you watch her, if she was watching her why not give her a little show? Mikey then steps toward you, mic close to both of your mouths as you sing with him with his voice far higher than yours mixing perfectly.

He had a different look on his face than he did when he went up on stage, usually he looked tense and forcing himself to get loose with the music but now he looked more than loose. He looked comfortable and ready to play for the rest of the night if he could.

Maybe being back home wouldn’t be so bad after all.

A/N: oh don’t you worry y’all, the next chapter there will be interactions, give it time😏 like my others it’s just a little introductory.

This one won’t be as slow burn I suppose😒

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The Dungeon Master and The Drama Club President: Chapter Two

Characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Rating: E, 18+ ONLY

Words: 2.6k

A/N: This is a little mini-series dedicated to @herb-welch and inspired by a mini-series @irrelevantwriter has just posted, go and check it out!! A chapter will be posted every other day, and let me know if you’d like to be tagged! (I’ll only tag you if your age or ‘Over 18+’ or something adjacent is in ya bio).

Tags: Enemies to lovers, swearing, alcohol, talent kink? if that’s a thing (it is), sweet little series, sexual references, sexual things in the last chapter.  

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Summary: You strike a deal with Eddie Munson that leads to more than either of you bargained for.

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Chapter Two ─ The Hideout

Oh, God, I hope I don’t die.

Gripping the strap of your bag, you move through the crowd, and it is quite a crowd.

The Hideout is wall to wall chock full of people, and they’re all smoking, drinking, laughing and talking loudly over the music playing from speakers somewhere.

And, yes, was that the flash of a knife you just saw, tucked into someone’s jeans?

I’m going to die.

And all because of Eddie fucking Munson.

Squeezing past two groups of people, you emerge out into what seems to be the only space here.

Which is right beside the bar.

Pressing your lips together, you zero in on a vacant seat before it which, miraculously, no one is by, and head for it. Sitting down, you place your bag on your lap, holding it in your arms.

Well, here you are.

No one can say you’re a coward. Especially not Eddie fucking Munson.

“Hey, honey, you okay?”

Your head turning, you find a bartender cracking open a few beer bottles as he glances at you. He has a long, bushy beard, tattoos on every inch of skin, as well as piercings, a bandana holding his long hair back, and he’s smiling kindly.

You return it lightly, nodding. “Uh, yeah.”

“You here to see someone in particular?”

“Uh, I’m here to see the band, ‘Corroded Coffin?”

“You a fan?”

“Not particularly.”

He snorts as he places the bottles up on the bar for a group near you. “Ah, I know who you are. Eddie said you might be dropping by.”

Blinking at him in surprise, you then shrug. “Well, here I am.”

Placing his hands on the bar, he arches an eyebrow, still smiling. “Well, what can I get ya?”

“Uh, a lemonade, please.”

“Comin’ up.” As he pulls a bottle from a fridge, you open your bag and root around for your purse. When you pull it out and he cracks the top off the bottle, he then shakes his head, placing the bottle on the bar. “Nah, this one’s on me.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Putting your purse away and zipping your bag back up, you take a sip from the bottle, grateful for it now as you realise how dry your throat is.

It’s perfectly okay to be nervous, normal, actually.

As you lower the bottle, three men suddenly appear, muttering under their breaths about how crowded it is, and they lean against the bar beside you.

“Hey, Chris,” the tallest one says, a blurred skull and cross-bone tattoo on his temple, the sight of which has you swallowing.

The bartender, Chris, smiles as he throws a faded cloth over his shoulder. “Hey, man, what can I get ya?”

“Round of tequilas, please, pal.”

Oh, Christ.

“All righty.”

Swallowing, you let your gaze dart to the stage, staring hard at it so you won’t be engaged in any kind of way.

It’s simple, raised, with a black curtain as a backdrop, and instruments litter it along with a microphone stand front and centre. You hope your eardrums aren’t going to explode, that would be really fucking inconvenient─

“Hey.”

Oh, no.

Your gaze flicks back to the tall man.

“Hi.”

He’s taking you in but there’s... actually nothing seedy about it. In fact, he seems more perplexed than anything.

Chris, pouring out tequila into heavy looking shot glasses, looks up at you, his smile returning.

“Patch, this is Eddie’s friend.”

Perplexion shifts into understanding as Patch smiles. “Aaahh, right.”

Fucking hell, how many of them did Eddie tell? And why? And did he calls us friends?

Passing the shots to his friends, Patch raises his eyebrows. “First time?”

“What gave it away?”

He laughs as he leans against the bar. “You’ll be okay, kid. All the bands are good, and Eddie’s is, too.”

“That’s good.” I’ll be the judge of that.

You watch him and his friends cheers before knocking their shots back, your nose involuntarily wrinkling because you’ve had tequila before and ooff.

They barely even blink, though, and when Patch sets his glass down and beckons Chris to pour another one, you have to quickly drop your expression as he turns to you.

“I get how this place must look and feel to a newbie, though, so if you wanna leave you let us know, okay? We’ll get you out of here. There’s a backdoor that’ll take you through to where the bands are, so you can just go and hang out with Eddie.”

Something tight in your chest loosens, and you give him a small smile. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

... But what has Eddie told them that they think we get along that well?

Patch waves a dismissive hand as he knocks back another shot. “Don’t mention it,” he smiles after swallowing. “And, hey, this is Sonny...” He gestures at one of his friends, smaller, with a dark mullet and a lip ring, hands and neck covered in tattoos, who nods at you. “... and Markus.” You look to the other friend, dreadlocks tied back, gold and pearl beads here and there in them, three eyebrow piercings, heavy gold rings on each finger, and he smiles widely.

You return it, feeling some more of your anxiety slip away. “Nice to meet you.”

Sonny just grunts as Markus says, “And you.”

Licking your lips, you take another sip of your drink, hoping it doesn’t slide into awkward silence as they also all take another shot before Patch orders them all a glass of whisky.

“So...” You’re surprised to find it’s Sonny who addresses you, his hand running down his mouth as he leans against the bar. “... What’s Eddie like at school?”

You blink, lips parting. “Uh, he’s...” Well, you can’t exactly be rude, can you. These guys obviously feel some affection for him, so it wouldn’t go down too well. “... He’s quite a character.”

They all snort or laugh, even Chris.

“Good,” Markus beams, and you can’t stop yourself from parroting, “’Good’?”

He shrugs, accepting the glass of whisky from Chris with a nod. “He’s himself, then. That’s good. High school’s fuckin’ brutal, and I’d hate for it to dilute him.”

“Yeah,” is all you can manage as they sip their drinks.

Well... yeah. You do begrudgingly admire that Eddie is himself through and through. Not to say you yourself aren’t but... Eddie faces a lot more flack than you do for it and, yeah, it is good it doesn’t deter him.

Do I admire Eddie Munson?

... Fuck, I guess I do.

Licking your lips, you allow that strange feeling to settle, and look back to Sonny as he asks you another question about Eddie’s school life. Over the next fifteen minutes, you confirm that all the stories Eddie has told them of his exploits are true, if the rumour-mill is to be believed, and they tell you of some exploits from his gigs here.

The more minutes tick by, the more you relax, and you start to laugh with them, feeling entirely comfortable. You even have to shush each other when someone comes onto the stage and turns the microphone on, tapping it and saying, “Listen up, fuckers, this show’s about to start so shut up. First up, we have Deadly Delicious, give ‘em a hand...”

You clap with everyone else as four women step onto the stage, and for the next ten minutes you’re enraptured by them.

And the same happens with the next band, and the next, and the next.

Soon, beer bottles and your lemonade bottles, that the guys end up paying for, cover your area of the bar, and you’re standing along with everyone else, Patch and Markus taking turns to twirl you and dance along with you to music you never thought you’d enjoy let alone dance to.

“... And that was Skulls and Boners! Excellent as always, guys, well done. Now, give it up now for Corroded Coffin!”

“Here he comes!” Markus calls to you over the cheers, and your head whips to the stage.

You recognise his friends as they step out onto the stage, holding their hands high and waving, and then...

And there Eddie is.

And he looks...

Gorgeous.

The thought floats into your mind and you nearly have to shake your head to get it out.

Weird. Weird thing to think. Okay.

They nod at each other, and then Gareth starts pounding on the drums with a ferocity you didn’t know he had, and the others instantly start playing their guitars, the sound immense, and people around you scream and cheer over it.

And you want to look at them, for some reason, want to see them smiling and soak it in...

... Except you can’t stop staring at Eddie.

He looks exactly like he does at school, besides having some eyeliner around his eyes and a bandana on, but... there’s something about him now. Something that’s exuding from him now he’s on that stage and performing.

It’s magnetic.

“Good, isn’t he?” Patch shouts into your ear, and you just nod, still unable to look away.

Oh, Christ...

Something is warming inside you, sly and seductive.

It’s the rockstar effect, it’s just the rockstar effect, pull yourself together, get a grip...

You tell yourself that as you look at his hands moving over the strings, at the shouts and yells he gives, at his eyes closing as he feels the music, at how talented he is.

And his voice...

When they finish their set, your heart is pounding, your throat is dry and you might be wet.

... What...

You have to remind yourself to clap, knowing the guys will be watching you. When you call out a cheer, you hear Patch’s voice in your ear.

“Do you wanna go back and see him?”

Oh, boy.

“Uh, yeah. Please.” Turning your head, you smile at him and he nods as he straightens.

“All right, this way. I’ll be back,” he calls to Markus and Sonny who smile and wave their goodbyes at you.

You smile widely, waving back, before you follow after Patch.

He cuts a path through the crowd to a side door, opening it and letting you pass through first. You step out into the cool night air, swallowing down a, for many reasons, much needed breath of fresh air.

“C’mon, honey, this way.”

He takes you round to the back of the building, to a backdoor that’s open and has someone leaning against the wall by it in a long leather coat, cigarette in his hand.

“Hey, Patch,” he greets, blowing out a stream of smoke.

“Hey, Duke, this is a friend of Eddie’s. Can she see him?”

Duke glances at you and nods, jerking his head in the direction of the door. “All right, in ya go.”

You step through with a quick smile, and you take a few steps before you realise Patch isn’t behind you. Turning back to him, you raise your eyebrows.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, smiling warmly. “I’ll see him after. If you’re not still here, it was nice to meet you.”

You match his smile. “And you. Thank you, Patch.”

“Don’t mention it, honey.”

Have I made new friends?

Turning away, you head down a corridor, glancing into rooms as you go. Different bands house them, some you recognise from having played earlier, a couple of others yet to go on.

And you hear him before you see them.

“... fuckin’ incredible, Jesus Christ, that might be the best we’ve ever fuckin’ played...”

You realise you’re smiling, and you have to get it somewhat under control as you peer around the door and knock on it.

“Hey, can I come in?”

The room goes silent.

Gareth, Jeff and Freak are staring at you, frozen in their eating, drinking and smoking, seated, and Eddie is stood, hands half raised, staring at you, too.

Then, his wide smile returns.

“Holy fuckin’ shit, you came.”

You shrug as you step into the room, clasping your hands together. “I said I would.”

“Yeah, but...” You don’t catch his gaze flicking over you as you glance at the others, and when you look back, it’s meeting yours again. “... Shit. Well, I’m glad you came on a night like tonight, it usually isn’t this busy or fuckin’ insane.”

“Oh, good. Yeah, the crowd really loved it.”

... How am I still finding him attractive when he’s covered in sweat.

Clearing your throat perhaps a little too loudly, you quickly look down to your bag and unzip it. “Oh, while I have you all here...” Rooting around, you pull out a copy of the script and four music books, one for each of them, and a rehearsal schedule. Smiling, you step forward, handing them to the guys on the couch.

Freak and Gareth seem slightly startled while Jeff beams.

“Thanks,” Jeff says, and you nod, clasping your hands together again.

“No worries.”

“I guess we passed the audition, then,” Eddie says, and you look back to him and fuuck, he’s still attractive.

“With flying colours.”

When did I become a person who says ‘flying colours’.

“Excellent. This’ll be our biggest gig of the year, boys.”

They snort, and Eddie’s smirking lightly, and it just... it just ever so slightly irks you.

Causes a slight pang in your chest that dampens whatever you’ve been feeling.

“Well... to some of us it is, so.” Your smile slightly tight, you look back to the couch. “You guys were great, see you in rehearsals.”

Turning on your heel, you start to head out of the room.

“Woah, hey, hey...” Eddie takes a few strides forward, moving out of the door behind you then darting in front of you and blocking your path as his brow dips. “... Shit, I didn’t mean to be a dick, we are stoked about it.”

Your jaw is clenched slightly and you arch an eyebrow. “I highly doubt that.”

“No, shit, we are. I am sorry. Forgive me? Please? Even though I’m an ass?”

You exhale a long sigh, but for some reason your lips are twitching. “Fine. You’re forgiven. Even though you’re an ass.”

“Yeeess,” he murmurs, knees bending slightly. “Thank you. And I do mean it, we are. Turns out Jeff’s a Little Shop fan, so.”

“Really?”

Your eyebrows raise as you glance back into the room, finding Jeff holding the music book wide open and pointing at various sections as Freak and Gareth nod, eyes a little wide.

“Yeah. Thought he was gonna cry when I told him.”

“Well... That’s encouraging.”

Looking back to him, he smiles, fingers twisting together slightly, and is he... is he nervous?

Well, that’d make two of you.

Silence suddenly settles over you both, and oh, no, if this suddenly goes awkward then my brain will just say anything and I can’t let that happen─

“You headin’ home?”

You nod quickly. “Yeah. I need to finish learning some lines.”

He nods just as quickly, his hair moving with the motion, and stop staring at it and thinking about what it’d feel like.

“Right, yeah. uhm. Well, thanks for comin’. I appreciate it.”

You shrug, smiling lightly. “Thanks for accepting my deal.”

Eddie snorts, scratching at his neck. “I think I’m getting the better end of it, but we’ll do our best.”

You glance back in at Jeff, finding him seemingly very passionately explaining something, and smile. “I’m sure you will.” Looking back to him, your smile lingers. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

He gives you a soft smile. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Have a safe journey.”

There’s that warmth inside you again, and this time it spreads up to your face. “Thanks.”

Leave, leave, leave, leave.

As you head out, managing a slightly nervous ‘goodnight’ to Duke, who grunts in reply, you head round to your car, your heart still pounding a little harder than usual.

As you unlock it and slide into your seat, dropping your bag onto the passenger’s, you then close your door... and sit there for a few moments.

... Well.

Well.

Shit.

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Group D Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Jefferson. he is a brown and red squid wrapped around a pale blue-skinned, bearded fisherman in a yellow fishing shirt and hat. the squid is piloting the fishermen at a food serving counter. the second image is of Gruftine, a girl with pale skin, red-purple hair in a ponytail, dark circles around her eyes, and little fangs. the sides of her head are bald. around her neck is a purple choker with a black spider, and her outfit consists of a purple cloak/robe and a darker purple top and bottom that shows her stomach. she's holding a pink bag with flowers in it. the third image is of Nuch, a Thai woman with black hair pulled back, green earrings, and a red and white bandana around her neck. end ID]

Jefferson

He's a squid who pretends to be a human by puppeting a fisherman's corpse around with his tentacles. He speaks in a way that is very obviously trying and failing to sound human. If you go to his shop at night you can find him and offer to take him on a walk, which is required for a secret if you take him all the way to the other side of the map.

Gruftine

Adorable gothic vampire girl from an equally adorable vampire show!  [additional propaganda 1]

Nuch

She's an icon. She's this really smart law student. She's trans. She and her ex-boyfriend are always playfully flirting with each other. She's a political activist for marriage equality. Everyone is kinda in love with her to some extent. (Not to be confused with the director/screenwriter of the show, Nuchy, who is also a trans woman)

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An softcore and fluffy one-shot request with Haruomi Shingu <3 <3 Teaching his Freader regular customer at Raimentai on how to cook,but she's hella clusmy around the kitchen.

Writer's corner: Aww! I like this idea so much! Let me know if there's anything you want me to fix or change, sweetheart!♥ Thank you for requesting and enjoy~

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (Fem!reader)

Words: 1087

Warnings: Fluff/sfw

⭐"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.."⭐

"You really would like to learn how to cook ramen, y/n..?", this was the question Haruomi asked, having for a rare moment a surprised look in his face. He was astonished to hear that you wanted to learn how to cook from him! But your eyes were so sparkling and happy... You were too cute in his eyes.. he couldn't say no. He made a soft smile before nodding: "Alright... I'll teach you how to cook a good ramen.." You really would like to learn how to cook ramen, y/n..?", this was the question Haruomi asked, having for a rare moment a surprised look in his face. He was astonished to hear that you wanted to learn how to cook from him! But your eyes were so sparkling and happy... You were too cute in his eyes.. he couldn't say no. He made a soft smile before nodding: "Alright... I'll teach you how to cook a good ramen.."

 As you two decided to meet after a long morning at Raimentei, you soon put on an apron and wore a determined face. You knew you were kind of clumsy for this kind of things, so you spent the first minutes- while Haruomi was preparing all the ingredients on the table- telling yourself stuff like: "Come on, y/n..! You can do it! Do not embarrass yourself! Do not be awkward!..". Soon enough you got snapped back again into reality by Haruomi, who put his hand on your head smiling slightly. "You know..", he spoke, "...Ramen is one of the most difficult dish to cook in Japan.. especially if you want to cook it from scratch..". You look up at his golden eyes with your sparkling ones. You looked like a child for a few seconds- one of those children looking curious in front of learning something new. Your cute and pink lips soon curved into an adorable smile as you spoke: "I'm sure you will teach me greatly! Your ramen is the best!". Haruomi gasped softly at your compliments and he turned his head away; however you could tell he blushed: "And.. I'm sure you'll do great", he muttered.

"First of all.. we need to prepare the noodles..", he spoke and soon fill a pot with water and started boiling it. You could see his hands moving gently while cooking, as if he was doing some sort of art. You could only admire his skills and your eyes sparkled gently as your cheeks got a soft but cute blush. Haruomi then looked back at you: "Come, y/n... we need to preheat the chicken first..", he said and soon showed you how to do it. After the preheat you both put the chicken in a oven with some butter: "What we need is to get its skin to a golden brown colour.. just keep checking it, y/n!..", he said and soon walked to check the noodles which were still boiling. You couldn't really focus on the chicken, since your eyes and attention were brought to Haruomi. He looked so charming while cooking: you could see his grey hair under a black bandana and his golden eyes focused on the noodles. His soft and unshaved beard covering part of his chin. His neck was already full of cute and small sweat drops, which were running down, getting to his collarbone. His torso wrapped around a blue sweater and a cute blue apron tied around his waist. Your lips softly parted as you got lost in his shape. Your heart started beating a little bit faster.

"Y/n!! The chicken!!..", he immediately rushed to the chicken, which was getting almost all burned. You clumsily went after Haruomi and, as you both reached the oven, you found the kitchen all burned. You blushed and sighed: "I'm.. sorry..", your voice sounded hushed and you hid your eyes behind your hands. You weren't cut out for cooking, and you already knew it! But in deep you really hoped to learn how to cook, in order to "spoil" Haruomi with some sweets. The golden-eyed man sighed and looked at you. He brought an arm around your shoulders and chuckled slightly: "Generally it should be easier to cook with a partner.. but not if that partner is you!". You could only start laughing as well, your cheeks being all blushed and your heart racing. He gave you an affectionate pinch on the cheek and spoke: "Come on.. we can fix it, somehow. The chicken is not all burned out. Let's keep go on!"

Following his instructions you could only see how clumsy you were in the kitchen: you almost got cut while cutting the scallions and almost broke a non-boiled egg and making a mess in the kitchen while trying to add the noodles in the pot. In short, you were a real and actual mess in the kitchen and Haruomi "saved" the ramen tons of times! As you both finished cooking, Haruomi decided to let you prepare the plate for being "served"- even if you both were about to taste the ramen. You smiled and did your best as you put some eggs on the noodles and add even some piece of chicken and scallions. The plate you had chosen was all decorated with blue cherry blossoms and in a very Japanese style. In your opinion it was perfect! You looked focused when Haruomi started moving his hands through your soft hair. In his mind he thought: "She's so focused... aw, she's cute when she's so determined.". His golden eyes, charming but especially cold, now was glowing with admiration and affection towards you. He brought a lock of your hair close to his nose and gently sniffed your shampoo. It was one of the sweetest scent. He knew he was falling for you by the warmth he was starting to feel, which wasn't caused by the warmth of the kitchen. It was gentle one, coming from inside his chest. You blushed as he got closer to your ear and whispered: "You did a great job, honey.."

Some butterflies into your stomach: that was what you felt at hearing his voice being gently hushed in your ear. It was evident now that you were falling for that man, for the cook of the Raimentei you were a regular customer of... you were falling for a man who had a kind of double life and was also a rapper at Club Paradox..

You were falling for Haruomi Shingu.. but you didn't mind it at all. Instead you liked it.

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#paradox live #paralive #paradox live oneshot #paralive oneshot #paradox live drabble #paralive drabble #paradox live buraikan #paralive buraikan #buraikan #haruomi shingu #paradox live haruomi #paralive haruomi

[soul-sparx]

RYU’S SFV COSTUMES RATED

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these, but they were some of my favorite posts on my old blog before it got nuked, so I figured I’d do another just for fun, and who better to choose than the series main character, in his final outing in the role?

Default

9/10

Ah, Ryu’s typical look. What can be said about it that already hasn’t been said? Not a whole lot. Ryu has aged gracefully in the past more than 35 years, and is one of the characters least affected by SFV’s confusing, pseudo-realistic art direction. The only marks I have against this are the color of his gi, and his hairstyle. On the gi, it looks like he hasn’t washed it since the first SF game came out back in 1987. That thing crunches when he walks. I get they’re going for a worn, used look, but I feel like they pushed it a bit too far here. As for his hair, I was just never a fan of the black, spiked look. I much prefer the look from SFII-- dark brown and brushed forward, hanging over his bandana with some weight on it. Ultimately, though, these are small marks against an otherwise great take on an old look.

Story

7/10

“But Ava!” you may say, “Doesn’t this costume do exactly what you criticized the default costume for not doing?”

Yes it does, however a couple things make it far less appealing to me. To start with positives, the color of his gi and belt are much better, still looking worn and used but not outright dirty. This Ryu takes care of himself and his stuff. That said, in trying to replicate the Street Fighter Alpha look, they made some...odd choices. Lightening his skin makes him look paler, not sickly but...getting there. I’m not going to call it whitewashing, because I don’t think it is, but it is a strange choice. His hair looks...molded, rather than brushed, like a clay headpiece you’d customize a Lego minifigure with. Finally, they tried to apply an odd cel-shading look and, what little consistent artstyle SFV has does not work with cel-shading. Overall, I’d say it’s a good idea with less than stellar execution.

Battle

10/10

Now THIS is how Ryu should’ve looked by default in this game. Theoretically, Ryu’s story in this game is the culmination of his battle with the Satsui no Hado, and this haggard, worn-down Ryu comminucates that beautifully. The torn, dirty pants, the unkempt beard (which also shows him working to defeat the Satsui no Hado, bringing him closer to his master, Gouken, visually), the ramshackle sparring gloves made of nothing but tightly-tied sports tape, this is Ryu at his lowest, ready to reach his highest, and I’m so glad they based his appearance in SF6 on this costume.

B-Boy

9/10

Now look, I get it, this is goofy, this is out of character, this is just stupid. But... I kind of love it for that? Like, it’s so goofy and out of character that it becomes hilarious and I gotta love it for that. On top of that, it’s actually pretty solid? Functionally speaking? The silvery pants and coat mirror his gi, and the black shirt and black trim of his jacket keep the emphasis on his arms and legs, further emphasized by the red shoes, rings, and wristbands. Like...it’s stupidly fun AND doesn’t hamper gameplay. How am I supposed to get mad at this?

Halloween

6/10

Don’t get me wrong, this costume is VERY cool, but I feel like the everpresent stark red might betray its functionality. I feel like it’s at least inspired by Bishamon from Darkstalkers, but Bishamon makes up for his almost all-red color palette with gold trims and wide, open posing that makes every keyframe clear. This has the gold trims, but Ryu’s posing is very closed and guarded. I’m sure it’s still usable, but it’s not nearly as readable as, for example, the default or b-boy costumes.

Capcom Pro Tour 2017

8/10

I'll admit, my understanding of Japanese culture is limited, but this does feel like some kind of traditional festival attire, and to that end I think it's very successful and fairly in-character for Ryu. He strikes me as a traditionalist, and I'm sure he's very popular in the village that I'm certain lies just down the mountain path from Suzaku Castle. It also works well from a functional aspect. His exposed arms and red gloves contrasted against blue/white ropes bring proper attention to his arms for moves like the Hadouken and Shoryuken, while the black vest draws your eye downward into his blue, long, wide pants to prepare you for moves like the Tatsumaki Senpukyaku. I'm curious about the purpose behind the dragon on his back, if that serves as a cultural reference, but it looks cool without getting in the way of functionality, so I can't be mad at it.

School

7/10

I question the choice to make this costume in the first place, it seems odd, but it looks fairly cool and is perfectly functional between the rolled up sleeves, long coat, and tapestry lining the coats inside to keep the legs visible. Doesn't do anything for me, and is kind of weird from a character perspective, but it does what it sets out to do and I don't have any real gripes with it.

Arthur - Ghosts ‘n Goblins

5/10

I have nothing to say here that I didn't cover with the Haloween costume. I do appreciate the Ghosts 'n Goblins reference, but thst doesn't excuse bad readability.

Jin Saotome - Cyberbots: Fullmetal Madness

4/10

Same as above, but I'd say it's even worse here. If you notice, his shoulders, elbows, knees, and feet are covered by a kind of metallic material. In artwork, as well as sprites in Marvel vs. Capcom 2 (Jin's only playable appearance outside of a mecha), those metallic parts are a starker, darker silver color in order to make his posing more readable despite his all-white outfit. In other words, they actively made the design worse for...seemingly no reason.

Mega Man - Mega Man

9/10

This is so goddamn funny to me. Like, Mega Man is this tiny little Astroboy knockoff, he's not even 5 feet tall. Meanwhile Ryu is this hulking, muscular mass of meat. It's so funny to me how much this doesn't fit. As for readability, Mega Man is already one of the best designed video game characters ever made, so this is perfectly fine functionally.

Kairi - Street Fighter EX

8/10

I'm not particularly familiar with this character, as I've only played SFEX once, but it's very cool to see them referencing such an obscure piece of SF history. Not to mention, it just looks cool. Not much to say beyond that.

Track Suit

5/10

Eh....if you remember my old costume reviews, you know I'm not a fan of these. They're fine functionally, but I have no idea why every character has one, and they just get boring and tiring after looking at them 14 times over.

BCRF

8/10

It's pretty cool. It looks oddly tactical, and I don't really get the asymmetrical look-- why bring so much attention to one arm over the other, it's not like Yamazaki's right arm in Fatal Fury/KoF, which contains the power of a god. Ultimately, though, it was for a good cause and it works well enough. Not gonna complain.

#ramblin #street fighter #ryu #ryu street fighter #street fighter v

[professionallydeadinside]

"Ness" (they/them) is Sumerian (not Middle Eastern, they're adamant about that) and has hazel eyes that almost look yellow, are super tall (6'9") and usually wears their bright green dreaded hair under a bandana. Some visitors swear they've seen "Ness"'s hair move on its own. They tend to wear a mask over they're face and have a deep voice, which surprises anyone but the other employees.

"Loch" (he/him) is also pretty tall (6'7" and "Ness" makes fun of him for being "short") and has brown hair that matches a full but short beard. He's black, but mentions her French background a bit. He's got brown eyes, and speaks with a Northwest accent. He can speak French and tends to mutter profanities to himself in it. He's super shy and tends to make the donuts in the back. Refuses pictures that aren't taken by the other employees.

"Stinky" (she/it) is the manager, and she's a little 5'0" woman with red hair, brown eyes, light tan skin, and the thickest Scottish accent you've ever heard. Like, you'd be lucky to understand it on a good day thick. She's a bit in the heavier side, but you can tell she's got muscle too, which it's used before to deck someone as well as pick up it's employees like little kittens if they get too rowdy. She's got wicked sharp teeth and her hands seem almost webbed, which she says is a birth defect.

"Jersey" (ze/zhem) is the Lankiest Motherfucker Alive. Ze are also The Whitest Person. Ze are super skinny, mostly assumed to be because of zeir metabolism, and are always hungry. Ze have black eyes, blonde hair, and zeir fingernails are always filed(??) to a point. Ze joke about being "so hungry ze could eat a man" which makes the others laugh, almost sinisterly. Which is weird since someone has gone missing around there before, and soon after, the store was briefly selling meat pies. Odd...

And finally, the assistant manager, "Martian" (he/xem). He is albino, with bright red eyes that seem to glow, pale skin, and white hair that xey dye half black. Xey are average in height at 5'9", and tends to wear black clothing with wing motifs on them. He has a southern accent and chuckles to himself a lot whenever people talk about Mothman, which leads to people finding out that xey used to live in Point Pleasant. He seems to know when anything bad is about to happen, and "Stinky" jokingly calls xem the shop's "bad luck detector".

-Kirk anon

JERSEY I LOVE ZHEMMMMM I LOVE ALL OF THEM,,,,,,

#answered

[tennessoui]

Just got done playing Red Dead Redemption 2 for like the 10th or so time. Very heavily story and character based and fun video game to play. Anyways, I was thinking of an Obikin AU set in during the 1890’s with Obi-Wan being the muscle behind the gang like Arthur Morgan is like they both of Scottish heritage and look similar. Then Anakin bring an elite member of society and they somehow always meet under circumstance fall in love. However, it’s hard for Obi to leave his gang since he shoulders the majority of responsibility for his gang and idk go from there I suppose.

(checks my notes) well let's see i have a regency au, i have a pirates au, i have a mob au (....many mob aus, a GROSS amount of mob aus) but i don't have a historical mob au.......

this has very little to do with red dead redemption 2 as i got halfway through reading the second paragraph of the wiki article and then realized it'd be pretty embarrassing if i researched this more than i researched my star wars fanfictions. anyway enjoy this adjacent au called my 1899 au:

(1.7k)(sorta dark because this is their first meeting and obi-wan does hold anakin at gunpoint):

Anakin has almost gotten used to the jostling movement of the train enough to go to sleep when it screeches to a halt on the tracks. He blinks open his eyes in indignation at the cessation of movement, getting ready to stand and demand answers from the conductors.

Then he hears the first gunshot, accompanied by loud exclamations, and he quickly realizes that demanding anything from anyone is suddenly not his job anymore. Even if he’s riding in the first class carriage.

It actually seems to be a very bad idea to be riding in the first class carriage right now, considering how sure Anakin is that the train he’s on is currently being robbed. 

He’d heard of this happening—his mother is one of three judges of this territory, a role second only to that of the governor, of course he’s heard of the train bandits currently terrorizing the Western frontier. But—in the chaos of his…forced relocation, he hadn’t even thought that he might not even arrive at his new prison cell at all.

Train bandits.

His heart is in his throat as he stumbles to his feet in the silent carriage. Distantly, he can hear voices, but nothing so close that he could not…slip away into one of the working class carriages. His clothes would not fit into the population there, but perhaps he could offer some silent bribery to the other passengers in exchange for not turning him over.

Train bandits love the elite, of course. Anakin has heard the horror stories. No. That will not be him. Shmi Skywalker’s son would never allow it.

Perhaps he can steal a cap from one of the other men. His hair suddenly feels too nice, too clean, though it’s been days since he’s been able to wash it. The train ride from New York City to the American Frontier is harsh, but now he’s suddenly worried that it is not harsh enough. Will he stick out? Is he in danger? Will he be hurt—or worse, killed?

He has no parameters to judge that future. Well. Only the one. But then, he’d been behind the blade, not on it. Would it hurt? Clovis had not seemed fond of the experience, but would it hurt to die? To—

His hand grapples with the lock of the carriage door, just as it’s pulled open.

Anakin blinks into the face of a bandit.

“Going somewhere, love?” The man asks with a smirk, eyebrows raised slightly. When he steps forward, Anakin steps back automatically. Everything about this man, from his worn leathers, patched clothing, sweat-stained bandana round his neck, this-side-of-unkempt beard, and black ink of tattoos swirling up and down his forearms spell danger.

“Are you a hero then, love?” the man asks with something akin to interest in his voice. “Rich boy, ready to save the day?” One hand falls to rest on the grip of his gun. 

Anakin swallows. “No,” he mutters. The man tilts his head slightly, as though in agreement.

“No,” he repeats. He has an accent, though it’s hard to place. British almost, but a drawl as well. Anakin hadn’t been aware that any of the British had ever made it this far into the Western territories. But this man looks as if he were born to wear the desert on his skin, no matter how pale he still is. Freckles dot the expanse of his face and forearms, and his cheeks are stained slightly red. Even then, he fits here better than Anakin ever could.

“Leave,” Anakin says. He tries to demand it. It’s very hard to demand anything in front of this redheaded scoundrel. But it’s second nature for him. If he wants something, it’ll happen. That is the nature of his life. “I demand that you—”

“Sweetheart, maybe you don’t understand the situation,” the man murmurs. He kicks the door of the train shut behind him as he walks forward until Anakin is pressed against the glass of the train’s window pane. Then he draws his pistol and presses it carefully against the thin skin of Anakin’s neck.

He should do something. He needs to do something. He is going to die if he doesn’t do something.

“I’m going to make the demands here, love,” the bandit says. “And you’re going to….acquiesce.”

Anakin clenches his eyes shut and turns his head to the side. He can feel the bandit’s breath on his face. He can smell him, all sand and sweat and sandalwood.

“Oh, no need to look so afraid, darling,” the man coos. What a strange thing to say when one is holding a gun to someone’s throat. “I just want your nice things.”

“I don’t have nice things,” Anakin mutters, refusing to turn his head back to look at him. The man starts to scoff, and Anakin can feel the barrel of the gun pressing harder against him. “I don’t.”

“Pretty boy like you don’t have pretty things?” The man asks, and a hand comes up to grip his jaw, to turn him forcefully to face him. “Now I doubt that.”

Anakin grinds his teeth together, working his tongue furiously, trying to find the words.

He doesn’t have nice things. He murdered a man. He murdered his best friend’s fiancee and then couldn’t even bring himself to marry her. He should be in jail, but that’s not how this America works. He’s been sent out to act as a mayoral warden for settlement Tatooine, Utah because you can’t jail the son of one of the judges of the territory for a duel that got out of hand. You can only strip him of his wealth and send him to the ass-end of the very world, a place so sandy and miserable that you make him almost wish he’d been imprisoned instead. 

Instead of saying any of that, he rears back and spits in the face of the bandit, who blinks at him uncomprehendingly for several seconds before slowly and carefully wiping the insult off his skin.

“You ain’t from around here, are you?” The bandit asks without asking. His eyes gleam in the low light of the carriage.

“And thank the good God for that,” Anakin replies, even when it gets him what will surely become a livid bruise on his neck—if he lives long enough.

“Ain’t no good god here,” the man murmurs. “And I reckon you don’t quite understand the situation you’re in or else you’d be doing everything I tell you.”

“Like what?” Anakin challenges as though he doesn’t currently have his heart in his throat.

“Like taking every single ring off your finger and giving them to me on the double,” he responds, and Anakin’s breath catches in his throat. But—but it’s alright. Fine. Yes, he can survive this loss.

He’s only shaking slightly when he starts to remove the rings from his fingers.

“Thank you darling,” the man says, holding out his hands for the jewelry. Anakin glares down at it, but drops the metal into his palm. It’s absurdly large. Anakin is absurdly angry abou this fact.

“I heard gunshots,” he mutters as he works. “Have you killed anyone?”

“Probably,” the bandit nods. “You know, these train robberies, they do tend to bleed together, you see….”

Anakin sneers. “Not for the people you hurt,” he replies, glowering down into the bandit’s eyes. 

The bandit looks like he’s considering Anakin’s words. “I suppose not. How interesting. And here I was thinking this was getting a bit dreary.”

Anakin opens and closes his mouth a few times, no sound escaping at all. “Dreary—-”

He wonders if this man even knows about dreary. Dreary! Anakin’s life was dreary! Anakin’s life was a series of parties and chatter and fake laughter and insipid smiles and hinted marriage proposals. This bandit’s life couldn’t be more different.

“Hm,” the bandit agrees. “And, darling, what do you have there just around your neck?”

Anakin’s now-bare hand flies to his throat, carefully avoiding the barrel of the gun. “Nothing.”

“Now, sweetheart,” the man tsks, sounding so disappointed that Anakin feels the absurd urge to shy away, “if you’re going to lie to a liar, at least do it well.”

Anakin swallows. “It’s—please. Please, sir. It’s my mother’s.”

The bandit narrows his eyes. “I don’t seem to recall caring. Show me.” The gun presses harder against his skin, moving up to rest against the underside of his jaw.

“Japor,” Anakin breathes out because he’s not an idiot, and he doesn’t want to die. He doesn’t. He should take the necklace off now. He should. He should give it to this thief. But—but it’s his mother’s. It’s the last tangible reminder he has that she loves him, not when she could not even look him in his eyes while the governor ran his trial. It was Governor Palpatine that decided his exile. Shmi had not said a word.

The bandit is silent, and Anakin chances a look under his eyelashes at him. He seems…considering.

Two callused fingers come up to play with the cord of the necklace, and Anakin tilts his head back to let them. Japor is rare in the Americas. It’s expensive. He will lose this today. He will lose this now.

“Hm,” the outlaw says, pressing so close to him that there’s no part of their bodies that isn’t touching. “Hm. Can’t see such a sweet boy lasting long out here,” he murmurs, ghosting his bearded jaw along Anakin’s to mutter into his ear. Anakin contains the most inappropriate shiver he’s ever felt. “I know where you’re going to get off, Mr. Skywalker. We do our research around these parts.” 

At the mention of his name, Anakin’s breath freezes his throat.

The bandit chuckles slightly. “And one day soon, if I still want it, I’m going to pick that necklace off your corpse. Sweet and soft don’t survive around here long. Mark my words.”

He lets Anakin go so suddenly that the release in pressure makes him sag back against the window. His chest heaving with every breath, words of the man still ringing in his ears, Anakin forces out his one burning question: “Who are you?”

From the doorway of the train compartment, the man smirks. It’s a mean thing. The bandit flourishes into a bow. Anakin’s stolen rings glint in the low light from where they’re now placed on the man’s every finger.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the outlaw responds. “At your service.”

#asks #obikin #obviously i wanted to write a cut to scene bit where anakin makes it to his new house #and he wakes up in the middle of the night to bandit-mob boss obi-wan smoking in his window and looking at him #and obi-wan tells him that he's run this town for years #by figuring out what the guy in charge/mayor wants #and either giving it to him or threatening to take it away from him #and he's like 'it's just a matter of time before i figure out what you want darling' #before leaving through the window #and leaving anakin with the strange thought--'you. i want you.' #prompt fill #1899 au #i was this close to just wrriting that second haalf #and i would later if anyone wants tbh #i do think it's funny how all my dark obi-wans just DO stuff to their anakins #like that is just so so so opposite of how i love them when it comes to canon #so it's always so funny to me tbh

[theforestspiritplaysironvalley]

The Iron Valley(s)

Here’s where I’ll be tracking each of my games! They’re listed by town name, as I find that most convenient.

I’ll update this if/when I make new games. Posts about the games will be tagged with the appropriate town name.

Willowhaven

A modern town with no magic and human townies.

Ciel is an incredibly clever, fast, and kind young man from the city, traveling back to his grandfather’s farm to restore it to its former glory.

[high wits, medium edge and heart, low iron and shadow] [format: journal. mechanics included.]

Start Reading Here!

[Image ID: A picrew designed by hellosunnycore. It depicts a light-skinned person with short dark blue hair, a short brown beard, and light blue eyes. He sits with his knees up, leaning back on one hand. The other hand is raised, flashing a peace sign at the viewer. He wears an orange button up that is partially unbuttoned at the top, light blue ripped jeans, dark sandals, a golden choker necklace, and a yellow flower crown. With the sandals and the rips in the jeans, you can see that one of his legs is a dark metal prosthetic. His phone sits to one side of him, displaying a message notification. The background shows a foliage-covered hill with a blue sky, partially covered with an overlay of white stylized flowers, and there is a white frame around the edges. A light blue logo with a surprised-looking shooting star reads “Hello! Sunnycore” in the top left corner. The words “Toon Me! Picrew” are written in all caps in the lower right corner. End ID.]

Birchvale

A medieval town with wild magic and many fantastical species.

Argent is a very kind young human-sized marionette, build for speed and strength. Following a mysterious letter, they’ve moved away from their creator’s tower to follow their dream of becoming a florist.

[high heart, medium edge and iron, low wits and shadow] [format: letters. no mechanics.]

[Image ID: A picrew designed by hellosunnycore. It depicts a white person with pointed ears, defined joints like those of a puppet, and red-purple hair. His eyes are closed and he’s grinning. He sits with his knees up, leaning back on one hand. The other hand is raised, flashing a little heart at the viewer. He wears blue overalls over a red t-shirt, red boots, and a yellow bandana. He has a ble flower tucked behind one ear. The background shows a room with several plants in various pots, drawn in reds and pinks, with a yellow frame around the edges. A dark blue logo with a surprised-looking shooting star reads “Hello! Sunnycore” in the top left corner. The words “Toon Me! Picrew” are written in all caps in the lower right corner. End ID.]

Silver Bay (Completed!)

A futuristic town with plentiful magic and many fantastical species.

Aestral is an amnesiac wood elf who’s currently camping out in the mountains with little clue as to why they’re here. They are magical, stronger than they look, and rather intelligent.

[high shadow, medium iron and wits, low edge and heart] [format: log. no mechanics.]

Start Reading Here!

[Image ID: A picrew designed by hellosunnycore. It depicts a slender, medium-skinned wood elf with light brown shoulder-length hair and green eyes. They have green lines underneath their eyes, pointing downwards. They sit with their knees up, leaning back on both hands. They wear an orange and yellow crop top, brown shorts, green combat boots, a brown cat-ear beanie, and golden half-frame glasses. A small, sleeping fox curls up against their side. The background shows a green and orange scene full of potted plants, and there is a black frame around the edges. A dark green logo with a surprised-looking shooting star reads “Hello! Sunnycore” in the top left corner. The words “Toon Me! Picrew” are written in all caps in the lower right corner. End ID.]

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#blossomvale - a wonderful comic by @thinkingishard

#the forest spirit speaks #willowhaven #silver bay #iron valley #image id

[gmanwhore]

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The chime of the clock rang out through the bar and echoed throughout Sector 7 all the way down to Sector 5. Yells and shouts and cheers of victory could be heard throughout. The mission was a success. It all went according to plan. Then, it was silent for a few moments as fog began to cover the Sector 7 slums, a figure appeared, walking down the cracked and broken down roads, people backed away, unsure and afraid of the figure. They were unfamiliar to Sector 7.

A group of people walked over. A man who had much darker skin than most people here in the slums, he had a machine gun for an arm and a pair of sunglasses upon his face, the second person in the group was a female, she wore a high ponytail, brown boots, olive coloured cargo shorts, a green t-shirt, and a red silk bandana on her forehead, she seemed to be rather perky and energetic, the second person was a male, he wore the same outfit but this time with short black fluffy hair that stuck up, a brown leather strap along his upper torso, the third person was also a male, he wore the same outfit, but this time a red bandana covered his whole head, he was a little bigger bodied than the others, the black haired man looked tall and muscular with a slight stubble of a beard on his face, the female looked very athletic as well.

The man with a machine gun for an arm looked rather huge and muscular, almost like a man that could lift boulders and carry them overhead. The man with a machine gun for an arm wore a brown sleeveless coat, a black t-shirt, olive coloured cargo pants black boots and brown straps along his body. He looked to be the leader of the group.

Eventually, the figure appeared out of the fog. It was a woman. She had long brown hair down to her waist tied into a low ponytail, Mako, signature green eyes of a SOLDIER piercing through them as she kept a firm and serious look on her face, she wore a black sleeveless turtleneck, black ripped jeans, a black leather studded belt, a side bag that wrapped around her left thigh and leg, and a sword on her back. She was a former SOLDIER, that was a fact.

The group of four approached her, the black haired man being the first to step forwards before the leader of the group shoved him out of the way and approached the girl before pulling her into a tight bear hug with a wild grin before the rest of the group joined in, all laughing as the woman smiles and hugs back.

“Barrett! Biggs! Jessie! Wedge! Hi! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

The girl spoke, laughing ever so slightly and the older looking man, Barrett nodded.

“Course we would be here! Why the Hell wouldn’t we be, Lock?!”

This causes the girl, Lock, to laugh a little as the man with black hair, Biggs grins widely along with Jessie and presumably Wedge.

Very epic!

[timelessxmemories]

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Awesome! I'd love some opinions, questions and any feedback you might have!

The chime of the clock rang out through the bar and echoed throughout Sector 7 all the way down to Sector 5. Yells and shouts and cheers of victory could be heard throughout. The mission was a success. It all went according to plan. Then, it was silent for a few moments as fog began to cover the Sector 7 slums, a figure appeared, walking down the cracked and broken down roads, people backed away, unsure and afraid of the figure. They were unfamiliar to Sector 7.

A group of people walked over. A man who had much darker skin than most people here in the slums, he had a machine gun for an arm and a pair of sunglasses upon his face, the second person in the group was a female, she wore a high ponytail, brown boots, olive coloured cargo shorts, a green t-shirt, and a red silk bandana on her forehead, she seemed to be rather perky and energetic, the second person was a male, he wore the same outfit but this time with short black fluffy hair that stuck up, a brown leather strap along his upper torso, the third person was also a male, he wore the same outfit, but this time a red bandana covered his whole head, he was a little bigger bodied than the others, the black haired man looked tall and muscular with a slight stubble of a beard on his face, the female looked very athletic as well.

The man with a machine gun for an arm looked rather huge and muscular, almost like a man that could lift boulders and carry them overhead. The man with a machine gun for an arm wore a brown sleeveless coat, a black t-shirt, olive coloured cargo pants black boots and brown straps along his body. He looked to be the leader of the group.

Eventually, the figure appeared out of the fog. It was a woman. She had long brown hair down to her waist tied into a low ponytail, Mako, signature green eyes of a SOLDIER piercing through them as she kept a firm and serious look on her face, she wore a black sleeveless turtleneck, black ripped jeans, a black leather studded belt, a side bag that wrapped around her left thigh and leg, and a sword on her back. She was a former SOLDIER, that was a fact.

The group of four approached her, the black haired man being the first to step forwards before the leader of the group shoved him out of the way and approached the girl before pulling her into a tight bear hug with a wild grin before the rest of the group joined in, all laughing as the woman smiles and hugs back.

“Barrett! Biggs! Jessie! Wedge! Hi! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

The girl spoke, laughing ever so slightly and the older looking man, Barrett nodded.

“Course we would be here! Why the Hell wouldn’t we be, Lock?!”

This causes the girl, Lock, to laugh a little as the man with black hair, Biggs grins widely along with Jessie and presumably Wedge.

[unrequitedloveisabitch]

my favorite pictures of Jensen (AKA his hottest looks imo)

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #jackles #hfs he looked so good at jibcon 2019!!!!!!! #top hottest look imo #was hard finding good pics of it though #the hair and the beard and the little bandana and the all black with the green overshirt!!!!!!! #DROOL 🤤🤤🤤 #the first one is also a very good look though idk where its from #he looks very good in red

[postmodernbeing]

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt I)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. I decided to continue writing about this College AU , only this time, I'm making some outfits HCs, since I'm working in a oneshot and this visuals could be helpful. Also, it seemed like a lot of fun so I've decided to give it a try. Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Eren Yeager

Chains and rings of stainless-steel. Combat boots matching faux-leather jackets with studs and pins from bands.

Has a few flannel shirts (that he stole from Zeke, his brother doesn't mind, tho). But for the most part, Eren's shirts are from merch of bands with a few (handmade) changes.

Eren likes to sew badly on purpose some patterns or figures by following quick tutorials. All his clothes are modified or drawn over.

While his main looks are metal head alike, he also wears snickers, hoodies, sporty pants, and jackets to class. Pretty laid back, he looks as he just woke up from a nap all the time tbh.

Sometimes goes skating but he’s not that good, his skateboard is more of a fashion statement really.

Has both ears pierced around (lobe type) and tattoos on both arms.

It’s pretty obvious to this point, but I’ll say it anyways: Eren wears black religiously. Definitely he’s open to darker shades of any color, but must wear something black at least.

Mikasa Ackerman

Our girl wears black clothes mostly. She doesn’t have a preference between skirts/dresses or pants, but you’ll rarely see her wearing jeans.

Many skirts and ripped tights to match with platform boots or classic converse. Also owns a large wardrobe with different hoodie and shirt sizes and designs yet mostly in dark shades.

Lots of necklaces and rings with perforations to match, none in her face yet lots in her ears. Mikasa has only one tattoo: Azumabito’s clan logo.

Speaking about Azumabito’s, whenever she’s working with them, she wears faux leather jackets at most, and her classic red turtleneck. Nothing too exaggerated nor formal.

A total goth since middle school, and even though in college finds it a bit unpractical, she tries to keep it as loyal to her style as possible.

Books and notebooks are part of her attires. She’d be writing or reading at any time that’s possible. Not always about her classes, tho. She also likes novels and arts. An artsy goth, perhaps?

Armin Arlert

Sky blue is his color. Matching it with classy pants and blazers in clear colors.

His wardrobe looks like one that belongs to an aristocrats’ son. Some light-academia realness.

He can pull off some casual looks with sneakers but it’s more common for him to wear his oxfords, cap toes or moccasins to class, or anywhere really.

Cardigans, vests and blazers are his best friends as soon as autumn arrives. Always in colors such as beige, green, brown, and grey.

Armin is easily the best dressed from all his group of friends, and I’m not even open to discuss this. Let’s just remember his canon outfits throughout the four seasons. Even in a Modern AU he’ll keep being the king he is.

Not a big fan of accessories though. Except for his handkerchiefs that match his blazers. Since his grandfather used to choose his clothes, he taught Armin that a handkerchief was a gentleman’s must carry. Now he wears them only to pay his grandpa honor, as a lesson more so.

Jean Kirstein

King of brown jackets and turtlenecks. Really, his wardrobe is in such color harmony. It’s impressive.

Little to no accessories besides an occasional scarf or a single ring matching some bracelet.

Although he’s used to wear a consistent type of clothes and even colors, he wouldn’t dare to define a style for himself, is it boho? art hoe? dark academia? Maybe we’ll never know.

Zero perforations only because he’s scared of pain, but Jean is really drawn into them, so he uses fake ones for his ears sometimes. Has only one little hidden tattoo, made when he started college and lost a bet against Sasha and Connie.

Jean’s always stylish, clean, and smelling like cologne. He also has an extensive routine for shaving, combing his hair and trimming his beard.

Second best dressed of all his friends. Lowkey loves fashion but keeps it for himself (and Marco). Plus, in her mother’s house he keeps more clothes than his dorm' wardrobe can storage.

Marco Bodt

Colorful, youthful, and casual, that’s his style. Marco’s clothes reflect his joyful personality and every time he enters a room, he brightens the mood so easily.

A lot of denim and if he’s not wearing bright colors, you can be sure he’s caring something white with him (a bandana, a baseball cap, a scarf or his sneakers).

Shares with Jean a special appreciation for clothing, except Marco prefers more laidback and casual outfits.

Has no tattoos but recently got both ears pierced. He decided to since he really likes the earrings that k-pop idols wear.

If spring was a wardrobe, Marco would have it. I can’t stress this enough. Just so pretty and genuine.

Also, he definitely uses accessories (small jelly or colorful rings, bracelets of all kinds and simple necklaces) but there's more, he uses objects that are not meant to as accessories too. Such as band aids and small stickers around his face, skates in his backpack and flowers in his pockets.

Sasha Blouse

Unironically messy style. No matching patterns nor colors, different textures and sizes that made little to no coordination in her outfits. Unaesthetic is her aesthetic.

She likes baggy jackets and jeans with big pockets for snacks obviously, midi-skirts and graphic tees. Sasha is the definition of zero fucks given and still looking cute.

Of course, she knows how to pull off some cool outfits, it’s just that she doesn’t care that much unless is specifically required.

Not a big fan of accessories besides belts (maybe) and her backpack. Unless we’re talking about bucket hats that became a must wear thanks to Connie.

“Borrows” Nicolo’s hoodies/shirts that wears with her favorite threads. Then plays dumb when her bf asks her about his clothes. They both secretly love that dynamic.

Sasha plays it safe when it's about her hairstyle, also not a big fan of makeup -at least not the way Mikasa or Historia do-, but she’s open to try new things if her best friends dare her to.

Connie Springer

King of striped shirts and golden chains. His style is mainly urban and youthful. Conniegod remains unmatched in his awesomeness even in a Modern AU, if you ask me.

Owns a collection of sneakers that wears with his numerous printed socks. So creative and colorful.

Also, Connie has a small collection of unique shaped tinted glasses, also bucket hats and simple stainless steel chains.

Has small fun tattoos around his legs and arms, ears pieced but nothing too grunge. Speaking of which, he matches religiously his earrings with his chains that hang of his belt.

Usually wears dress pants or cargo pants. Anything but denim or really skinny fitted pants. Coincidentally, most of his shirts are loose too.

Definitely brings his skateboard with him all the time so it’s part of the outfit, really (Eren tried to copy that from Connie, let’s be honest). He’s so good at skating, and when he doesn’t feel like walking around campus, skating is always a good idea.

Part II here

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #headcanons #college au #eren yeager #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirstein #marco bodt #sasha blouse #sasha braus #connie springer #snk #aot #aesthetic headcanon #outfits headcanon #part 1 #outfits headcanons part 1

[kissinginkitchens]

You Bring Me Home—Chapter Eight: Don’t Worry Baby

a/n: hello hello!!! a massive apology for this one being so late it’s been such a hectic week for me, so I really appreciate your patience <3 Thank you for sticking around and for the continued love and support you have shown to this story. It really means the world to me :’) I hope you enjoy this chapter, feel free to chat with me afterwards, I’m intrigued to see where y’all think this story is going now👀 there is certainly much 2 think about... Much love, Mel <3

Pairing: Hawai’i!Harry x Original Character

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 4.5k

catch up on parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven

The faint clanging of pots and pans, Freddie barking, and Pua’s laughter rouses Alani from her peaceful sleep. She sees nothing but pink as her eyes peel open and momentarily thinks that she’s gone blind, but her vision soon focuses on the vague outline of black ink. With a curious dent between her brows, she removes the sticky note pressed to her forehead and turns it over.

GOOD MORNING!

MAKING BREAKFAST DOWNSTAIRS. SEE YOU THERE :)

♡  H

Her mouth, still puffy with the touch of sleep, curls at the edges as she clutches the note to her chest. One hand slides over to the indentation left in her bed by Harry and it’s still warm, which means that he must not have been gone long. Alani climbs out of the covers and races to the top of the stairs where she can hear him and her sister having a playful exchange. 

“I don’t think you put enough chocolate chips,”

“What do you mean? It’s about 90% chocolate right now,”

“So make it 100%,”

As she creeps down the stairs, she spots Pua perched on a swiveling chair at the kitchen island, Freddie snoozing in her lap, while Harry meticulously sprinkles chocolate chips into a bowl of pancake batter next to the stove. The scene makes Alani’s heart swell, so she silently observes for a moment before interrupting. 

“Is this more to your liking, Your Majesty?”

“Much better. Even Freddie thinks so,”

“I thought dogs couldn’t have chocolate,”

“Must you question everything I say?”

“I think he’s right,” Alani confirms, stepping into the kitchen to tussle her sister’s hair and pet Freddie. Harry lights up at the sound of her voice and immediately sticks his cheek out for a kiss. She gives him a peck and accepts the chocolate chip that he holds to her lips, letting him have a taste as it dissolves on their tongues. 

“Please, don’t stop on my account,” Pua grimaces. 

The pair separate and Alani pokes her tongue out at her younger sister, making Harry chuckle beside her. 

“Hey, no fighting,” he warns. “Or no one gets pancakes.”

“She started it!” both sisters defend in unison. 

They share a laugh and dissolve into their own antics while Harry returns to the stove with a cheerful whistle. He methodically shapes the pancakes into hearts on the skillet, playfully swatting Alani’s hand away from the bag of chocolate every five minutes or so. Freddie waits patiently at Harry’s ankles during the entire cooking process, praying that the human will drop a scrap of food his way. 

“Sorry, Mr. Mercury,” Harry apologizes, reaching down to give the dog a gentle pat. “These aren’t for you. Take it up with Mother Nature,”

Alani fills Freddie’s bowl to relieve Harry of his dog-sitting duties before hopping up onto the counter beside him. He slots himself between her legs, flashing a cheesy grin that makes her giggle, and her fingertips trace over the faint shadow of stubble around his jawline and above his lip.

“Can you grow a beard?”

“Do you want me to?”

Alani shrugs, considering the idea. “I was just wondering if you were capable,”

“Hey,” he pouts. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She smiles innocently, pinching his chin. “Nothing, I like the fresh face. But stubble’s kinda hot,”

“Noted,” Harry winks.

“I like spending my mornings with you,” Alani admits quietly. “And the whole chef thing you’ve got going on is definitely a perk,” 

Harry’s dimple resurfaces and his emerald eyes gleam. “Me too, sweets. Did you like the note I left you?”

“Yes, it was a very nice touch,” Alani confesses, heart still soaring over the sentiment. 

“Didn’t wanna wake you. Looked so peaceful drooling, hair all in your face—”

“—Hey!”

“Did you know that you kinda talk a little in your sleep?”

“I do not!” 

Harry kisses the wrinkle in the middle of her forehead and it eases. “Do too. It’s cute, though.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Alani grumbles with a small, affectionate smile. “Let’s eat.”

Both Pua and Alani compliment Harry on the restaurant quality of his heart-shaped pancakes, and he accepts the praise with a bow that makes them both giggle. The three of them gather happily around the dining table, sharing jokes and analyses of each other’s dreams from the night before. Of particular interest is Pua’s dream about her teeth being replaced by kernels of candy corn, which Harry explains is a warning to cut down on the sugar before bed. 

“You’re no fun,” Pua teases with her arms crossed. “Only had a pint of ice cream last night,”

Harry snickers. “As opposed to?”

“Alani, can you date a dairy farmer next time?” 

“Hey!”

Alani rolls her eyes, but her smile reveals her true amusement. “Be nice,”

“Thought I was your ‘favorite singer,’” Harry sulks. 

Pua’s eyes dart to her older sister. “You told him?!”

“What?” Alani asks innocently. “It was sweet,”

Harry’s brow furrows. “Why wasn’t I supposed to know that?”

“Cause you’ll get a big head,” 

“Too late. I won your sister over, even though she’s way out of my league,”

“And don’t you forget it.” Pua cautions with a friendly tussle of his hair before standing with her empty plate. 

Harry chuckles lightly. “I thought we were friends,”

“Sisters before misters,” Alani shrugs, grabbing his plate and utensils to put in a pile with her own. “So whatcha doin’ today?”

“Good question,” he ponders, tapping his chin. “Get dressed, we’re going out,”

“Where to?”

“It’s a surprise,”

“I don’t like surprises,”

“Tough,” Harry maintains. “And you’re a liar cos everyone likes good surprises,”

Alani traces a heart onto the back of his hand with her fingertip and sighs. “But I need to know what to dress for,”

“Dress for the perfect afternoon with your favorite guy,”

“James Marsden’s coming?”

Harry purses his lips and stands. “Alright, I’m leaving now,”

“I’m kidding!” Alani giggles, offering an apologetic kiss. “I’m sorry, sunshine. Please don’t go,”

“I wasn’t aware that James Marsden made you these pancakes,” Harry dodges her affection.

“Or that he had your face as his screensaver,”

“You do not!” Alani counters, eyes wide. 

She gasps when he holds up his phone to reveal her unflattering selfie. “Why?!”

“Because you’re so cute, that’s why!” Harry explains with a delicate smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Even when you’re mean,”

Alani playfully swats his arm and pulls him closer by the pocket of his hoodie. “I’m sorry, ku’uipo. You’re the sweetest. Thank you for breakfast.”

“Welcome, dove,” he beams. “Now grab some clothes, we gotta stop by my place first.”

********

Alani slips on a pair of platform sandals and smoothes out her skirt while Harry pulls on a white t-shirt with a blue bandana secured around his neck. The polka dots on her yellow dress bring a fond crease to the corners of his eyes as he swipes a pair of black sunglasses from his dresser and pushes them into his unruly curls for the time being. 

“Give us a twirl,” he requests, whistling when she obliges. 

Alani spins into his arms and her hands smooth over the soft material of his burnt orange button up adorned with white lilies. “Digging the white tee, babe. How very James Dean of you.”

“Only the best for you, doll.” Harry shoots back in his best American accent. 

As they make their way to the back of the house where the Cadillac is parked, he queues up a song that he hopes will bring a smile to Alani’s face. “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” begins playing as loud as his phone speakers will allow and he flashes a cheeky grin in her direction. “Bit of a theme song for you today,”

“You’re such a cheese ball,”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he teases with a pinch of her thigh. 

“Never said I didn’t,”

“Fair enough,” 

“So, are you finally gonna tell me where we’re going now?” Alani asks, batting her eyelashes. 

Harry shakes his head and tuts in mock disapproval. “Are you gonna try to ruin every surprise I plan for you?”

“I just wanna know what to expect!”

“You’ll like it, promise,”

“A hint?” she bargains. “An itsy bitsy, teenie weenie one?”

Harry captures his bottom lip between his teeth and thinks. “It’s for something in your room,”

“That’s all?” Alani blurts. “That could mean anything!”

“You said one hint and I delivered! So why don’t you just sit back and enjoy the ride now?” he suggests, laughing to himself when Alani crosses her arms with a huff. 

The drive is scenic and the weather is especially nice, which explains why the beaches they pass are more crowded than usual. Alani checks “beach” off her list of possible locations, racking her brain for the items in her room that could have possibly caught Harry’s attention. She wonders if he noticed the various scented candles perched on her nightstand and dressing table, deciding that a candle shop probably isn’t likely. Momentarily, she recalls the pile of books on her desk and her mind flashes back to their conversation about one of their mutual favorite authors, Angela Avery. Getting warmer. Harry remains tight-lipped and merely offers a coy smile or a whistle each time Alani ventures a guess. But just when she started to believe she would wear him down, the two of them pull into the parking lot of Moku Records and draw her speculation to an end. 

“Of course,” Alani surrenders, stepping out of the passenger door that Harry opens for her. “I should’ve known,”

“Came here my first week. The day after I met you, actually,” he explains bashfully.

Alani’s cheeks warm at the sentiment, and she laughs at the way he swings their joint hands softly as they cross the empty parking lot. Harry pulls the door open and she takes a curious step over the threshold, noting the hint of jasmine and sandalwood mixed in the air of the little shop. Her eyes immediately land on the A-B section first where she spots ABBA and The Beatles, and her fingers tenderly run over the cover art. 

“Like a kid in a candy shop,” Harry observes fondly. “Pick out whatever you want,”

“Are you serious?” Alani asks, eyes wide.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Course. Wanted to make a contribution to your collection,”

“I don’t know,” she smiles sheepishly. “I don’t want you spending a lot of money on me. I really appreciate the offer, though,”

“So what if you pick some out for me, too? Then we can think of it as compensation for your generous musical recommendations,” Harry puts forward.

“You make music for a living,” Alani scoffs. “What do you need my recommendations for?”

“What, you think musicians are born knowing every song that exists?”

“Okay, fine. Who can we credit for your music taste, then?”

Harry mulls it over for a second, a gentle hum vibrating in his Adam’s apple, before he responds. “My mum, mostly. Some friends—”

“—Any exes?” Alani fishes. 

“Yeah,” he confirms shyly. “Some I guess. You?”

“Same, pretty much,”

“Right, well now you’ve gotta tell me where you picked up all of these albums ‘cause I don’t wanna be buying shit your ex-boyfriend introduced you to,” Harry teases to lighten the mood. 

An amused exhale escapes from Alani’s nose and she shakes her head. “No, I meant your exes also inspired me,”

 She holds up a record with the numbers “1989″ and a familiar blonde on the cover, and Harry shoots her an unamused look. “Okay, now you’re just being mean again,”

“Long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt,” Alani sings as he turns to walk away. 

“Keep it up and you’re gonna be buying your own bloody records!”

“Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style,” 

Harry gives her a sharp side-eye, but the faint curl of his lips betrays the intended message of his glare. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because it’s a good song,” Alani giggles. “And you’re just being a hater,”

“Thanks,”

Alani turns on her heel with Harry’s palm pressed firmly against hers, and continues to sort through the collection of vinyls. The two of them snake through the aisles and pull albums that they think the other person would enjoy. Harry grabs one from Wings that has been in his recent playlists while Alani explains that he absolutely must own the vinyl version of “AM” by the Arctic Monkeys. He picks out a Shania Twain and highlights the track “You’re Still the One,” which Alani counters with The Mamas and the Papas. 

“Wait,” Alani stops, pulling another record excitedly. “You gotta have this one as a starter,” 

Harry accepts the copy of Queen’s “A Day at the Races” and adds it to the growing pile. “A classic, of course,”

“And I already have its sister album, ‘A Night at the Opera,’ so we can share, ” she suggests, turning back to her browsing. 

Harry’s phone rings and he shuffles the albums around in his arms before lifting it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Jeff’s voice carries through the speaker. “Film crew’s here. Are you on your way?”

“Shit,” Harry curses, eyes shutting tight. 

“You forgot?”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,”

He had completely disregarded all of his previous plans in favor of spending every possible minute with Alani. One of those plans, however, was a mini documentary following the formation of his debut solo album which would start filming that day and continue over the course of the week. 

“No worries,” Jeff continues. “Might wanna give Alani a heads up if you bring her, though.”

“Thanks, mate. See you soon.” Harry says before ending the call. 

Alani had only been half listening, still admiring the artwork of the vinyl covers. “Everything okay?”

“Music thing I forgot about. Gotta go back to the house for a bit,”

“Okay,” she nods understandingly, though it pains her to do so. “So you can just drop me off at my house and we’ll hang tomorrow,”

“Tomorrow?” Harry repeats. “I can pick you up after work, it’ll just be for the afternoon,”

Alani shakes her head apologetically. “My dad’s picking me up on his way home from the airport. He’s getting back from his trip tonight and he’ll wanna see me and my sister,”

“Oh,” he relents, defeated. “Okay, so tomorrow morning?”

“Well, tomorrow afternoon. I work the morning shift,”

Harry groans. “Twenty-four hours?” 

“We’ll be fine,” Alani chuckles, taking some of the records from his hands to lighten the load.

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that,”

“That’s a load of bollocks,” 

“Bollocks? God you’re so British,”

“And you are so American,” Harry pouts over the sudden derailment of his romantic afternoon plans. “God, this sucks,”

Alani offers him a kiss to soothe the sting, which he accepts with a hum. “Majorly. But hey, what can you do? The music calls.”

They check out and she carries the bag on her hip, the temporary relief of retail therapy distracting her from the disappointment of their time cut short. Harry checks the time and calculates that he’ll be a little later than promised, but he’s more concerned with making every second with Alani count. There’s a bit of cloud coverage over his usual sunny disposition, so she tries her best to cheer him up by lifting their intertwined fingers and pressing gentle kisses to his knuckles. 

“Thank you for the most perfect afternoon,” she murmurs against his skin.

“Wasn’t supposed to be over for a few more hours.” 

“Every minute with my favorite guy is like heaven.” Alani admits, watching intently as his smile slowly returns. 

********

“How’s California?”

“You know, it’s kinda growing on me. My nana and pops send their love,” 

“Aw, miss them,” Alani smiles, shifting the phone to her other ear. She decided to spend her free afternoon catching up with her best friend still on the mainland, though her thoughts occasionally drifted back to Harry. “Any cute surfer boys?”

“Maybe one,” Maleah confides. “But it’s nothing serious,”

“And you’ve been holding out on me?” Alani gasps. 

“His name’s Max, he’s a lifeguard,”

“I demand photos immediately,”

“Sure thing,” Maleah giggles sweetly. “Speaking of boytoys, where’s yours? I thought you two were attached at the lips at all times,”

Alani walks her toes up the wall, a soft grin easing onto her face when she spots the pink sticky note from earlier. She turns her head to Harry’s spot and takes a deep breath to soak in the lingering scent of vanilla.

“Working, kinda,”

Maleah frowns. “Doing what exactly?”

“Some music thing. I guess they’re filming a behind the scenes mini-film or something, I’m not entirely sure. Harry was kind of cryptic,”

“That’s weird,”

Alani sits up. “Do you think it sounds fishy?”

“No way. Mr. Perfect would never,” Maleah assures her. “But you know him best. What does your heart tell you?”

It hadn’t even crossed Alani’s mind that Harry might not be telling the truth, but for a brief, guilt ridden moment she considers it. She quickly closes that door after considering all the things he had already been so open about. “He would tell me if something was up,”

“Then there you go,” Maleah says decisively. “That’s good that you guys are so open. Communication is key as they say,”

“Yeah, absolutely. Mind if I gush for a second?”

“Of course not, spill!” Maleah urges her. 

Alani recaps the events of the last couple of days, from the painting and the heart-shaped pancakes to the record store. The weight of Harry’s absence grows heavier with each passing minute until it forms a lump at the back of her throat, but she swallows it down.

“Wow,” Maleah swoons. “What planet did this guy come from, and are there more of him there?”

“Sometimes I think he’s too good to be true, like I made him up or something,”

“Can you make me one like that, too?”

Alani giggles. “What about Max?”

“Well hey, maybe we can all double date sometime,” her best friend suggests eagerly. “He’s kind of coming to visit when I go back home,”

“I thought you said it wasn’t serious?”

“Yeah, well, I just didn’t wanna jinx it,” Maleah explains shyly. “So whaddya say? Think Harry will be in town a couple more weeks for us all to meet up?”

Alani searches her brain for any mention of Harry’s travel plans and it suddenly dawns on her that she didn’t know how long he planned to stay, or where he would go once he did eventually leave the island. He had said once that he considered London his home, but it hadn’t exactly been a straight answer. The thought of his inevitable departure makes her stomach turn, so she musters up a more hopeful answer than what reflects her worries. “Definitely.”

********

Harry rushes into the house and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. The voices of his manager and friends mixed with the unfamiliar chatter of another person echo from the kitchen, and he takes a deep breath to steady his nerves. 

“I’m sorry for being so late,” he apologizes with an outstretched hand towards one of the strangers he’d only conversed with over emails. “It’s nice to meet you,”

"Paul,” the man offers warmly. “Paul Dugdale,”

“Harry,”

Paul introduces the rest of the film crew that will be following the band for the week and Harry extends a gracious welcome to each of them, despite secretly wishing that he’d never agreed to the project in the first place. Every minute on camera, he realizes, is another agonizing minute away from Alani. 

“So listen,” Paul instructs. “Based on everything we’ve discussed in our creative meetings, we’re gonna approach this very fly-on-the-wall style. Very little intervention, you won’t even notice we’re here,”

“Good deal,” Harry nods. 

“We’ll save the interviews for when you come back to London in two weeks,”

“I’m sorry, what was that you just said?”

Paul’s brows furrow. “About the interviews?”

“The two weeks bit,” Harry clarifies. 

“Oh, right. Well we’re gonna need you back in London in two weeks so we can film the sit-down interviews that will sort of guide the narrative. But don’t worry, we already scheduled it around the Dunkirk shoots so there shouldn’t be any conflicts.”

Harry’s head spins. He had been living in such a carefree bubble with Alani that every other responsibility in his life career-wise had slipped his mind entirely. There was no way on Earth that he could pack everything up and leave just when things had started to fall into place for them. With uneasiness burrowing a whole in the pit of his stomach, Harry musters up a pleasant smile. “Course, sounds great.”

The film crew sets up quickly and urges Harry and his friends to go about their usual business, but nothing feels natural about the clock ticking away inside the singer’s mind. He had always known that he was living on borrowed time in Hawai’i, but he hadn’t planned on finding something worth sticking around for. There had to be something he could do, some way that he could stay even if it was just until the end of summer before Alani would have to return to school full-time in the fall. Despite the uncertainty surrounding his plan to buy more time, one thing is certain: he can’t tell Alani until he has a solid course of action. Harry is fully aware of the risk he runs by leaving her in the dark, but it seems less daunting than the possibility of her ending things because of the sudden expiration date put on their relationship. And no matter how long Harry is able to extend their time together, he knows it won’t be easy to leave Alani and everything they had built together behind. His anxious fingers fiddle with the strings of the guitar resting in his lap as he imagines what it will take to prove his feelings, wishing all the while that he could just hold her in his arms and hear her say that everything would be alright. 

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Alani yawns, but she rubs the drowsiness out of her eyes and returns her fingers to the keyboard. She isn’t sure whether she should go through with the Rolling Stone submission, but writing has always been her way of processing her thoughts, so she decides not to let the material that she already has go to waste. Her phone buzzes on the nightstand next to her cup of coffee and she lifts it gently before reading the caller ID. 

“Hey, sunshine,” she murmurs.

“Did I wake you?”

“Nah, just doing some writing,”

A smirk tugs at the corners of Harry’s mouth. “Anything I would like?”

“It’s about you,” 

“Love it already,”

Alani giggles softly on the other end and it makes Harry’s chest ache. “Funny that you called. I’m actually having a bit of writer’s block,”

“Alright, let me help you out,” Harry clears his throat. “Harry Styles: aspiring musician, fashion novice, phenomenal lover—”

“—And the most humble person I know,”

“Yeah put that, too,” he adds playfully. “Hey, what time are you working tomorrow?”

Alani yawns and closes her laptop for the night. “Eight to three,”

“Shit,”

“She works hard for the money or whatever Donna Summer said,”

Harry checks the time on his phone—23:39—and he decides to act quickly. “Can you stay awake for another 20 minutes?”

“Yeah, I guess. Why?” Alani questions, taking a sip of her tepid coffee.  

“Just don’t fall asleep. I’ll call you back in a few.”

“Okay.”

She assumes that Harry must have gotten busy again and puts on a movie to keep her awake. Fifteen minutes pass and her eyelids are as heavy as bricks, but the ringing of her phone nearly causes her to jump out of her skin. 

“Hello?” she answers weakly. 

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair! Or a ladder, preferably,”

Alani’s face scrunches in confusion. “What?”

“I’m outside, sweets,” 

She quickly jumps to her feet and makes her way over to the window at the opposite side of her room. Sure enough, Harry is waiting below with a thumbs up and she chuckles to herself as she lifts the windowpane up. 

“What are you doing?”

“Climbing this tree I guess, since you’re no help,” he explains, already finding his footing in the Acacia Koa outside her window. 

“We have a front door, you know,”

Harry swiftly maneuvers from branch to branch, which frankly surprises himself as much as it does Alani. When he finally reaches the window and hoists himself inside, a victorious grin spreads across his face punctuated by a dimple on each cheek. “Can James Marsden do that?”

“You’re crazy,” Alani muses, an incredulous look in her eye. 

Harry shrugs and reaches behind his back to close the window gently. “Only about you,”

Alani wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a warm kiss, humming when she feels his strong hands smooth up and down her spine. 

“Missed you,” he whispers against her lips, tickling her sides lightly. 

She giggles and tightens her embrace. “Missed you more,”

Harry kicks off his shoes and follows Alani into her bed, his head tilting when he spots a familiar picture tacked to her ceiling. “Is that—?”

“—An original from my favorite up-and-coming painter, Harry Styles?” she questions, completing his thought. “Why yes, it is. But it’s not for sale, so don’t even think about it,”

“Right next to the O’Keeffe one,” he boasts. “I’m honored,”

“You should be,”

Harry searches his memory to no avail. “Where did you say the original was?” 

“New York Botanical Garden,” Alani murmurs against his neck, fighting the fatigue weighing on her muscles. 

“I’m gonna take you one day,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he affirms with a feathery kiss to her temple. 

Alani sits up and rests her chin on his chest, peering down at him with sleepy eyes and a sweet smile.

“Can’t wait,”

“I should probably go,” Harry breathes deeply, his own exhaustion settling in. “Let you sleep. I just wanted a good-night kiss,”

“No, stay. I’m not even tired,” Alani pleads. 

“Your droopy eyes say otherwise,”

“So tell me something to keep me awake,”

Harry swallows. He searches his brain for something to say other than the news that he isn’t ready to break yet. “Like what?”

“Liiiike,” Alani sighs. “Why One Direction broke up,”

“It’s not a very interesting story,”

“I don’t believe you, but whatever. Tell me a secret, then,”

“A secret,” Harry leans in close, the tip of his nose brushing agains the apple of her cheek. “I really wanna kiss you now,”

Alani pulls back the slightest bit to steal a glance at his mouth, already parted enough for her to slot her lips between his. She buries her fingertips in the soft curls at the nape of his neck and the taste of Harry’s spearmint washes over her tongue. His hands brace each side of her neck as he plucks needy kiss after needy kiss from her generous lips. 

“I can’t believe we didn’t even make it a whole day apart,” Alani jokes when they pull apart slowly. 

“It’s after midnight,” Harry mumbles against her skin. “So we kinda did.”

She chuckles and plants a delicate peck to his forehead. “I love the way your mind works.”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc #one direction #one direction fanfic #ymbh

[cd-head]

- Appearances -

- HERO’S WEAR -

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Xisuma - 

Hero Outfit - Helmet that covers head completely with a purple tint in the front, large bulky metal, actually quite easy to move and breath in, armor all around and he has a belt to hold his weapons.  (basically just picture iron man's suit but black and instead of that helmet thing, its just like that but with a purple visor thats glass-)

Casual Wear - Long black hair thats held up in a bun on the top of his head as well stubble. Bright purple eyes, pale skin, scars littering all over - most prompt is a scar across his face that seems to be a ‘X’. Tends to wear a mask over his face when he goes out in public as it makes him feel safe Big pointy ears. Normally wears a jean jacket, a black button up shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots.

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Mumbo - 

Hero Outfit - A light blue armor that covers his body, although it looks thin its actually quite thick and is a bit hard to move in if not used to it. He wears a helmet sometimes but most of the time doesn't unless necessary. There's markings of hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds on each of his arms and legs - Like the card symbols.

Casual Wear - Normally a hoodie of any color and any kind with jeans, sometimes wears the sweaters that Grian made him. Has jet black short hair that looks well kept and taken care of as well with a well kept curly mustache. He has forest green eyes. Has freckles and a few scars but the scars arent to noticeable, hes actually quite pale.

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Grian - 

Hero Outfit - He has a ant-man like suit (Just in shrinking department) but unlike ant-man's, his suit can bend and change quickly on whim based off of the form that Grian takes. Its a toned down red color and you can only see his eyes through the gray tinted glass.  The suit is quite bendy but thin due to it having to change quickly to match Grian’s shape shipshifting.

Casual Wear - A red sweater, either thin or thick - Depends on the weather honestly. He has curly unkempt but taken good care of blonde hair that bounces around on his head. Bright big blue eyes. Freckles cover him as well as scars but the scars aren’t to noticeable. He’s a bit tan to be honest, he also has pointed ears.

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Impulse -

Hero Outfit - A bright yellow and white suit with lightning patterns running all around as well as ‘wind’ like movements mixing in with the yellow as a white. His helmet has yellow stained glass that's hard to see through, you can barely see facial features. His gloves are a pitch black, as well as his boots.  

Casual Wear - Has long blonde hair that he keeps in a man bun normally, brown eyes that look bubbly and happy normally as well as faint stubble - not to noticeable. He wears dark colored shirts normally, doesn't matter to him if its long sleeve or short sleeve.  He normally wears ripped jeans with them.  He has lightning like scars on his body all over as well as random strach white patches in his skin as well as his finger tips being stained black from eletrictly.

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Tango -

Hero Outfit - A bright red with orange and yellow blinding in, a faintness of blue at the bottom of the suit and his gloves - Mimicking a fires colors. He has a helmet that has a area in the top that is a different texture than the others to handle his fire hair. Has a red tinted glass in the front of it but its still quite hard to see his facial features.

Casual Wear - Has red hair thats on fire, but its normally more toned down and only floaty a bit when hes calm. Dark red eyes with a yellow sclera that hold a look of kindness and chaos. His skin is charred black in some pales on his yellow skin.

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Zedaph - 

Hero Outfit - A light green color with designs of what seems to be plants weaving around every part - as well as actual plants doing that. A dark green visor but you can see his facial features easily. Vines and plants cover the suit mostly but it moves as if its good as new.

Casual Wear - Fluffy blonde hair that has some plants here and there. Light blue eyes with a splash of green in them. Goat ears and small nubs of a horn + a small tail. Normally wears a brown sweater with a v neck and buttons, ripped jeans, and fingerless gloves as well as a few necklaces. Has a lot of scars but they're only noticeable if you focus on them.

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Doc - 

Hero Outfit - A dark green suit with gray around the edges of the part; the sliver color is around his wrists, ankles, neck, and chest. Red, green, and gray visor that makes it difficult to see his facial features. Red side is quite small and only takes up about 1/4 of it, only in place of where a eye would be. The green and gray and split down the half. 

Casual Wear - Brown wavy hair that looks neat and well brushed. One red eye that has cybernetic parts and one black eye thats just normal with a few splashes of red in it. Green skin as well as pointy ears. He has a cybernetic arm as well. He normally wears a short sleeved black turtleneck with jeans and a lab coat.

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Ren -

Hero Outfit - A red suit with some gold here and there, theres a area for his tail, its made of the same thing that Grian’s suit is made of so it can move around easily. His helmet as that as well. The helmet has yellow tinted glass which makes it easy to see his facial features.

Casual Wear - Brown hair that is very unkempt. Big blue puppy eyes. Has tanned skin with dog ears in place where human ears should be, as well as a dog tail. He normally wears a red shirt with cargo pants or jeans, sunglasses are a normal add on, as well as fingerless gloves and a few necklaces.

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Joe -

Hero Outfit - A toned down gray color as well as it being able to fade with him.  Has black tinted glass, as well as black gloves and boots. Nothing really stands out about his suit and thats how he likes it. Its a bit flimsy and confusing at first but once you get the hang of it, its easy to maneuver and control.

Casual Wear - Soft black hair with a few strikes of gray. Pale sickly gray skin, as well as pointed ears. Normally wears a blue hoodie and ripped jeans, as well as a few necklaces here and there.

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Cleo -

Hero Outfit - A dark purple color with dark blue shading around her joint parts. A tinted black glass that makes it impossible to see her facial features. Fingerless gloves so you can see her sharp nails.

Casual Wear - Blonde hair that she wears down normally. Green skin thats sewed together in some places. Light blue eyes on a yellow sclera. Normally wears a black long sleeve turtleneck with ripped jeans and a leather jacket as well as necklaces.

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Stress - 

Hero Outfit - A bubbly pink color with a hot pink shading in the joints. Pink tinted glass that makes it quite easy to see her facial features. Hot pink gloves and boots. She has string wrapped around her arms but it doesnt seem to bother her none.

Casual Wear - Fluffy wavy brown hair. Brown eyes that always hold a sense of happiness. Wears dresses or fluffy sweaters with baggy jeans. Has a bit tanned skin.

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False -

Hero Outfit - Camouflage outfit. Dark green tinted glass that makes it impossible to see her facial features. Worn leather fingerless gloves and army boots.

Casual Wear - Light blonde hair that she wears up in a ponytail. Light blue eyes. Wears goggles on her forehead and wears a short sleeve short with a plaid jacket tied around her waist as well as ripped jeans. Covered in scars and has a sense of danger to her.

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Bdubs -

Hero Outfit - A light yellow color with a more toned down red splashes/swirls. Red tinted glass that makes it a bit tricky to see his facial features. Boots and gloves are a yellow with red stained fingertips. Has a sword and grenades attached to the belt of his suit.

Casual Wear - Curly brown hair thats quite long and is normally in a man bun. Brown eyes that hold a tinge of chaos and kindness. A red bandana is normally tied across his forehead, ripped jeans, a trench coat, and a white shirt.  Normally has a cheeky grin and has tan to his skin. His fingers are stained yellow.

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Jevin -

(I had fun making him-)

Hero Outfit - A bright blue that just. Pops. Dark blue is made to shade where the joints are. Blue tinted glass!

Casual Wear - He has wobbly blue gel like hair. His skin is like a slimes although its blue! Everything. Is. BLUE. White hoodie is the only difference, but he wears blue ripped jeans. ALMOST EVERYTHING IS BLUE. TAKE BLUE AWAY FROM THIS MAN-

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TFC -

Hero Outfit - A muted gray color that looks like its been through a lot but is still held together amazingly well. A pretty classic suit, normal glass, and such. Its pretty old fashioned.

Casual Wear - Gray fluffy hair + big santa like beard. Normally wears a nice warm sweater and normal jeans. Has sweet brown eyes and just a calming look to him.

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Scar -

Hero Outfit - A darkish brown color with a bit lighter brown in the areas with joints. Glass isnt tinted. Fingerless gloves. Helmet as little cat ears and tail area made out of same stuff as Grians suit

Casual Wear - Fluffy brown hair brown hair with little cat ears poking out. Wears a white shirt with ripped jeans and a plaid jacket normally. He has green eyes that have a shine of kindness and chaos. Normally has a bag on him with everything he needs/wants in it. Large noticeable scar right across his face

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Hypno -

Hero Outfit - A dark purple color with yellow swirls all over. Gloves + Boots are this color as well. Yellow tinted glass. Theres a small drawing of a yellow swirl right in the middle of the forehead of his helmet. 

Casual Wear - Blonde hair thats quite long and held in a small loose low ponytail - he has a bandana that he normally wears. Bright yellow eyes and grayish skin. Wears a black t-shirt normally as well as ripped jeans and fingerless gloves.

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Keralis - 

Hero Outfit - Lime color with some a light green shading the area where his joints are. His gloves are grippy so he can grip easier. His boots have springs in them so he can jump far higher. Green tinted glass.

Casual Wear - Brown hair thats almost always in a man bun and he has stubble. His eyes shift between green and blue based off of the temp of the room hes in. Wears whatever he feels like, his outfits dont really have a ‘habit’.

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Wels -

Hero Outfit - Gold and white fully armored and bulky thing but he makes it look like it weighs nothing. Swords/blades rest on the belt of his armor. Has gray tinted glass. Gold linings.

Casual Wear - Short well taken care of light blonde hair. Wears armor no matter what - as well as constantly having a sword on him or a metal rod. Wears ‘elegant’ like clothing.

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Etho -

Hero Outfit - A dark blue-gray armor/suit with gray tinted glass. Golden linings that actually doesn't stick out to much. (BECAUSE THIS MAN DESERVES IT) Boots have a spring in it but he cant jump nearly as high as Keralis.

Casual Wear - White spikey hair with two mismatched eyes - Left eye is red and right eye is blue. Massive scar over his left eye. Really pale and has pointed ears. He wears a mask (like you should when you go out), a white button up shirt with a green winter jacket. He has golden earrings. Wears fingerless gloves. Has a friendship bracelet with Beef and Pause - His bracelet is a soft brown color with spikes of black here and there and the other is a blue with brown. Has hearing aids.

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Gem -

Hero outfit -  Very easy to move around in. Not buckley or metal. Made out of fabric. A light brown natural color with a hood. Has a belt around her waist to hold her guns and arrows.

Casual war - Dark ginger hair with light green eyes that sparkle with chaos. Very few scars can be seen. She has deer ears and antlers. Wears warm comfy clothing, light golden earrings, brown thumb gloves, and a necklace with a two feathers and a locket.

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Pearl - 

Hero outfit - Slightly gray metal with dark blue glass. The metal is aged and dented. Boots have a slight spring. 

Casual wear - Black hair thats normally neatly braided and light brown eyes. Pointed ears. Her fingers, ears, nose, and toes all are black at the tip and spread throughout a bit till it reaches the base of a body part.

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- VILLAIN’S OUTFITS -

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Cub - 

Villain outfit -  A sandy like yellow with yellow tinted glass and all. Theres some brown around his finger tips and his boots are stained brown a bit. He carries a kanata. 

Casual wear - Long blonde beard that he braided. Hes bald. Skin is a bit yellow in color and his eyes are brown. Wears a black no sleeves turtleneck with a leather jacket and ripped jeans.

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Evil Xisuma -

Villain outfit - Blood red color with a black helmet and red tinted glass. Carries a sword on him at all times - even if just partolling.  Armor looks a bit worn but works fine.

Casual wear - Long black hair that he wears in a man bun as well as a beard. He has red eyes and grayish skin. Normally wears a dark blue shirt with jeans or just a hoodie and jeans.

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Green eyes Beef-

Villain outfit - A vibrant green color with some black splotches here and there. Black tinted glass. Carries a sword and two guns.

Casual wear - Curly brown hair thats short, has stubble. Bright BRIGHT green eyes. Normally has a cocky grin. His outfit choice normally changes a lot but he normally wears a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a black undershirt.

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Skinless Beef -

Villain outfit - N/A

Casual wear - Soft brown hair with a stubble and he has brown eyes. From his chin down theres massive burn marks but you cant really notice them. Normally has headphones around his neck. Wears a big puffy sweater, sweatpants, gloves, and boots to hide the burns.

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Hels - 

Villain outfit - Pitch black with red swirls and red tinted glass. Roughed up gloves and boots. Carries metal rods with him.

Casual wear - Ginger hair that he wears down, its around shoulder length. Blue eyes. Skin looks a bit charred. Wears whatever he thinks is comfortable. But its normally a jean jacket with comfortable pants and a white undershirt.

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NPC - 

Villain outfit - A light brown color with gray tinted glass. Springy boots and he doesnt wear gloves

Casual wear - He doesnt have hair. Hes sliver as hes a robot - everything bout him is robotic. He likes to wear thin clothing so he doesnt overheat.

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BeetleJhost - 

Villain outfit - A gray color with some green here and there. Black tinted glass. Armor looks ripped somehow even though its not.

Casual wear - Gray hair with some green strains. Gray skin with green eyes. Normally wears a blue hoodie with ripped jeans and a hat.

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AngelCleo -

Villain outfit - A light golden like yellow. Yellow tinted glass. Her joints are shaded by a darker yellow. She carries a gun on her.

Casual wear - Long blonde hair that she keeps in a bun with a halo floating above her. Angel wings. Very pale skin that looks to be glowing almost. Blue eyes. She typically wears ‘royal’ clothing. (Mostly just wears elegant clothing, like flowy ropes, etc etc)

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Badtimes -

Villain outfit - Dark blue armor/suit with black stained glass. Armor is a bit ripped in some parts. He has the same material as Scar/Ren/Grian for where his tail + ears are.

Casual wear - Fluffy brown hair with dog ears + tail. His dog parts make it easy to tell what kind of emotion hes feeling. Normally has a cocky grin. Typically wears a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a random undershirt + sunglasses.

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- NORMAL PEOPLE - 

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Iskall -

Powers(?) - Diamonds and emeralds form on his body, they look like freckles even up close. As long as you dont pay close attention to the ones on his face, they pass as freckles. he can also weld pretty easily due to him being able to summon sparks in his hands!

Normally wears - He has rough brown hair but its pretty well taken care of. He has one brown eye and the other is replaced by cypro tech. His fingertips + toes are frosted a light blue and emerald green. Random patches of diamonds/emeralds. Normally wears a baggy green shirt, ripped jeans and roughed up leather fingerless gloves.

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Beef -

Powers (?) - N/A

Normally wears - He has short brown hair and a long beard. Has a friendship bracelet with Etho  and Pause- His bracelet is green and black and the other is brown and blue He has bright brown eyes and hes pretty tanned. He normally wears whatever he thinks is comfortable.

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xB -

Powers (?) - N/A

Normally wears- Long brown hair he wears up in a man bun with faint stubble. Wears a white shirt, zip up hoodie, and ripped jeans. Has a dagger on him a lot. Baby blue eyes.

A/N: HOLY SHIT ITS FUCKING DONE AT LAST-

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[thesmallgremlinofdeath]

So, I've rewatchew film Z and it's been a while I want to talk about it so I'm gonna try preparing a big review.

While I'm working on it, here's my opinion on the designs of the final battle :

Beautifull boy, classic pirate look fits him really well, don't ask me why he has 2 big ass swords considering he is so bad with them but... Big piece of meat and flip/flops, final touch *chef kiss*

Red fits him so well, I wish he was wearing this kimono more often (make Zoro wear something else than green please), big ass coat over his soulders is so dramatic, perfect.

2 positive reviews ? Well here we go for the bad ones ! What the fuck is that ? I mean, it's Nami's outfit in a Toei produced movie, I knew it was going to be real bad in term of logic and sexualisation but damn this is not even making her sexy just... dumb. Helmet with mini skirt with protection and tiny heels ? Get outta here.

Usopp, my boy, my sweet sweet boy, why do people keep hurting you like that... I'll talk about it a bit more an other time but all of the outfits for him in this movie where atrocious, he deserves so much better 😭 Like, what even were they trying to do with this all mustache/beard situation ??? At least he uses his hammer so I guess there's one positive point.

And good reviews are back !

Look at this absolute snack ! The coat ? Sexy as hell. The guns ? Iconic since Strong World (and a dozen of colours spread, seriously Oda, you keep drawing him with guns, actually give him some). The red gloves ? Ngxdfvjknx.

I adore how big coats and gloves fits him, I fell in love with this style at Strong World and Z did it again so, real happy with this one !

How tiny were the pirates they took the clothes from ? 'Cause they're from one of the crew that got their ass handed over by Z and... well this outfit is tiny. Were they children in this boat ??

Anyway, not a big fan of it but it's not to bad, the bandana he wears under his hat is real cute and his little pink coat, adorable. But otherwise I don't think such a bright red fits him so well, the blue used for the belt is really of putting for me and... well a hat over his hat... I know it's how his post-timeskip design works but I really don't like it (maybe I'll do a thread on post-timeskip design one day because boy do I have things to say).

* breath in deeply *

God, am I tired of their designs on women -_- Trying to be positive and ignoring the fact that she is in litteral underwear on a battlefield, we got her wearing a hat again and I would sell my soul to see that happen more often (besides it is a gorgeous hat, shape and colours fits her very well and the black feathers are so extra I love it), she also wear gloves and as previously stated, I have a huge appreciation for those. Her jacket is also looking rather nice, more the colour than the shape, but I'll let it slide.

To be short, illogical, over-sexualised, but with nice elements so better than Nami's outfit.

The dad is next ! And it is a positive review ! I mean look at him ! This color scheme suits him so well I actually wish he wore it more often ! His gigantic black jacket is so nice looking, and the pink slip and tights are such a nice touch, especially paired up with those flowy red boots (with tiny heels who are so freaking funny with how big Franky is).

A beautifull dad with a beautifull outfit.

And our last candidate for today, Brook ! Who absolutely rock this outfit ! I think this is my favorite outfit out of all of them because, as usual, the monster trio was really respected and had gorgeous clothes but they weren't super... original in the way that we've already see them in such outfits in the past (it's not a critic, just an observation). While Brook here is in an esthetic that fits him extremly well, as a design and as a character, and that makes his ecentric personality show even more with the mix of bolds colours and accessories (I'm in love with those earings (don't ask me how he can wear any)). And his hair looks so good in red ❤ One tiny negative spot for me would be the blue belt/scarf 'cause I don't find that this colour goes well with the rest of the colour scheme his outfit is in. But otherwise, 10/10, brilliant design, our favorite skeleton has been served !

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