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Matchmaking Harringtons 3
Steve was having a great time with Eddie. It was mostly because he was just that amazing. He was funny, hot, cute, and totally into him. A winning combo in Steve's opinion. But it was all due in no small part to the fact that his parents were so supportive. Steve didn't talk about the girls he dated that much (because why would he?) but his folks seemed actively interested in his going with Eddie.
Maybe it was the whole 'serious relationship' thing they were trying to commit him to. Maybe they were overcompensating for not being around much and wanting to also prove they were okay with his preferences. Either way, they always wanted to know how things were going with Eddie.
They'd been going out for a couple of dates at this point and honestly each one was better than the last. They were all typically low-key, with moments that they were able to get alone for a bit of privacy.
"Let's just say the back of his van is very spacey", Steve said into the phone as he paced about his room.
"So...you're still a total slut then?", Robin said from the other end of the line.
"Guys can't be slutty. And it's not being a slut if it's with the same guy."
"So you've?"
Diane was in the middle of bringing up a basket of laundry when she heard her son's conversation in his room. She swore she'd never be the kind of mother that constantly eavesdropped but well, the door was open just a smidge...
"Not, not the full thing, all the way yet. I think he's nervous. Or he can tell I'm nervous? I don't know. I told him I'd never been with a guy before and I thought that might make him, you know, take initiative?"
"Or maybe he's taking things slow because he doesn't wanna scare you off?", Robin suggested.
"That...could be it. But that's kinda why I called. I thought he was moving kinda slow, but guess where he's taking me tomorrow?"
"Steve, is Munson taking you to a hotel?"
Steve rolled his eyes. "No. He's taking me to Le Petit Nuange. That French place a town over?"
Robin gasped. "Sacre bleu! Va-t-il faire une proposition?"
"Robs, please. My extent of French is 'filet mignon'."
"Do you think he's serious? Like trying to meet your parents serious?"
"I don't know? Maybe? It's just weird. Le Petit is just...so not Eddie."
Diane was inclined to agree. A fancy place like that seemed out of character for someone as boisterous and non-conforming as Eddie. He has once brought a bouquet of lilies, despite their dire meaning. 'Screw flower language, these are some damn fine flowers', he had said.
And even if he thought of taking Steve somewhere special, Enzo's was the nicest place in town. Where would he get the idea to go to the next town?
Jonas.
Diane had thought he was being suspicious when he hid Steve's shoes before a date and met Eddie outside to talk. Diane had thought he'd been giving the boy some kind of shovel talk. He must've been giving Eddie advice on where to take Steve instead.
And she could just imagine what he was trying to do - clean Eddie up. Well, if he wanted to go behind her back, then two could play at that game.
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The doorbell rung and Steve answered it. Eddie was there, in a button up shirt with long sleeves that hide his tattoos. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. And he had a bouquet of nice, traditional, red roses.
"They're beautiful", Steve beamed. He took a moment to put the roses in a vase, missing the thumbs up his dad gave Eddie. Diane however, did not miss it.
"Your chariot awaits", Eddie said, giving a sweeping bow and then locking his arm with Steve's. "Have a good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington!", he called back.
As the van roared down the street, Diane enacted her own plan. She had her husband would also be having a date night.
At Le Petit Nuange, Eddie and Steve were being seated and Eddie had never felt more out of place. It was like everyone could tell he didn't belong here. But when he saw Steve smiling from across him, he knew there was no place he'd rather be.
"What made you want to bring me here?", Steve asked.
Jonas had practically cornered Eddie when he had come to pick up Steve, saying he just wanted to talk a little. Eddie was prepared for the whole 'I have a shotgun/shovel and I'm not afraid to use it.'
"Let's talk", he had opened with. "Steve and you have been having fun, right?"
"Uh, yes? I guess?", Eddie said, unsure now.
"Fun's all well and good Eddie. But now's the time to show Steve you're serious. And you are serious? Aren't you, son?"
"Y-yes. Yes, I am, serious like a heart attack."
"Then you've gotta take him some place special. A place like, uh, say Le Petit Nuange", Jonas rubbed at his chin.
Eddie's brows rose up under his fringe. "Le Petit Nuange? That place is-"
"Is upscale. Which is what Steve deserves, isn't it?"
Eddie swallowed. "Yeah, yeah it is."
He looked at Steve's hand, sitting on the table, just asking to be held. Steve deserved all this and more. And Eddie wanted to be the one to give it to him. It was why he took extra shifts and more of his side business to have the dough to take Steve here.
"I just looked up places in the yellow pages and thought you might like it."
"You know, my parents actually come here a lot", Steve pointed out.
"You don't say", Eddie tried to hide his expression by covering his face with the menu. When he got a look at the prices, it did a good job hiding the way his eyes bugged out. Looks like his purse strings would be a little tight after this. But he had prepared for that. Steve was worth it.
He was worth the stiff shirt, the swanky eatery, and even spending more time selling music that was beneath him to the general populace.
"So tell me more about this gig you've got coming up", Steve said.
Eddie's face broke out into a wild smile and he nearly slammed the menu down. "It's gonna be a ride, Stevie." He wasn't shouting, but his volume was a little louder than polite, and he felt eyes on him. He cleared his throat and quieted himself. "I mean I'm excited to rub elbows with other bands. The experience is sure to be enlightening."
Steve gave him an odd look. "Yeah, I hope my parents let me go. Indy isn't far, but I feel like they've been keeping a closer eye on me lately."
The thought of Steve being in a crowd while he played made Eddie wanted to jump for joy. He wanted to tell him come, even if his parents said no. Sneak out for the weekend, what could they do? He was a man now. But he couldn't do that. Not just because he was trying to clean up and having his new boyfriend at a metal venue might ruin that image. It was also because Steve's had nice parents.
There weren't many that could both accept and encourage their queer child.
"You know Steve, your parents-hcck!" Eddie choked on his words as he saw the Harringtons walk right in and get led to a table.
"What about my parents?", Steve asked.
"They're uh, they're um great!", Eddie squeaked, then cleared his throat to get it back to its normal register. "I mean they're great. I can tell they love you very much."
Steve smiled, none the wiser to his folks being seated not too far away. Eddie tried not to look at them, tried to ignore them. But this couldn't be a coincidence.
Jonas was looking around while trying not to look around. "When you said you wanted to go out tonight....I didn't think you meant this place."
"Why not?", Diane questioned. "We're regular patrons. And it's been a while since we went out." They'd been getting plenty of alone time what with Steve dating now, but they usually spent their evenings at home.
Jonas pulled out her chair for her and when he sat down, he used the menu to continue looking around. Diane watched him like a hawk.
Steve didn't know what was going on with Eddie. He looked nice dressed this way, sure. But it didn't feel like him. He felt...smaller somehow. Like he was trying to shrink himself down. Even as they talked, his smiles were restrained, he didn't move his hands as much, and even his voice seemed like it was being held back.
Steve watched as he cut his food, using minimal motions like he was working with glass.
"Eddie, are you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah, course, I'm fine. I uh, I just need to hit the can-uh use the facilities. Please excuse me."
Eddie got up in a haste. He thought he'd be ready for tonight. It was just playing pretend. Potentially for the rest of his life. Maybe having an audience of the parents was what was tripping him up. He got close to the bathroom when a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned to see none of than Mrs. Harrington.
"Don't worry, I know this wasn't your idea", she started right off. "My husband put it in your head. I'll admit, I like the idea of Steve being treated like a prince, but if you clean up too much he'll get confused."
"Right, yeah, gotta strike a balance. Mhm."
"Glad we could talk", she patted his arm. "Go get him, tiger."
Eddie returned to Steve and saw Diane come back to her table not long after. He could see them exchange words, although he couldn't hear what. Then Jonas got up from his seat. He gave Eddie a strange look while making his way to the bathroom. Eddie sighed and excused himself again.
"Now I don't know what my wife might've said to you, but you've got to stay on this path. I can see a real future with you and Steve if you do."
"A real future?"
"I could only give my son to someone who could take care of him. You understand what I mean, don't you?"
Eddie nodded. The kind of man who could take Steve to these places and not have his soul leave his body when he looked at the menu. When Eddie sat back down, he looked at Steve, sitting across from him. It was the kind of view he could get used to.
Somehow, the meddling didn't end there. The Harringtons took turns, getting up to meet with Eddie and each time he had to come up with an excuse.
"I'm gonna check their wine selection."
"I want to make sure the kitchen knows my allergies."
"I'm gonna see if the violinist takes requests."
Finally, Steve stood up with him and grabbed Eddie by the elbow. "Come with me."
Steve took him to the bathroom and locked the door behind them.
"Steve", Eddie gasped, scandalized when his neck started to get kissed.
"You've been antsy all night." Steve's hands went to his hips and began to untuck his shirt.
Instantly, Eddie felt like being released from shackles. Steve's hand roaming under his shirt left him so distracted, he almost didn't hear what he said next.
"Hm?"
"I said, do you wanna get out of here?"
"The bill-", Eddie was cut off when Steve reached behind him and took down his hair, running his fingers through it to free the tresses.
"A little dine and ditch never hurt anyone."
Eddie looked to the window in the bathroom. Just barely big enough to make a getaway. He was halfway out when they heard someone knocking on the door. Eddie was helping Steve out as the handle was shaking. Steve was giggling and it was like a sweet bell to his ears.
They were making their way around the back of the restaurant and towards the van as the manager finally came around with a key.
Diane and Jonas could make out the commotion going on near the bathroom and saw the empty table where two lovebirds should be.
"You knew I made Eddie take Steve here", Jonas confirmed.
"Yes."
"And every time you got up-"
"Was to speak with Eddie. And now they've-"
"-Snuck out the bathroom."
Together they sighed, remembering when they snuck out of stuffy formals to be alone together. And because they wondered if they were doing right by their son.
"We're going to have a long talk when we get home, huh?", Jonas asked his wife.
"Oh yeah."
"Any hope for me?"
"Ask me after dessert."
Part 5
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Crimson Lights: Chapter 11
Back in my apartment, I wake from a too short nap. After sitting on the bed for a few minutes to catch myself, I head to my closet to find an outfit. I’m now regretting agreeing to go out, as I literally have nothing to wear. I haven’t been shopping in ages and most of my clothes are either too casual or too corporate. I decide on a black t-shirt dress I think I can make club appropriate with a thick belt and boots. If I actually had female friends here, I could borrow something, I say to myself. I hadn’t put any effort into making friends once I met Chris, which is not great.
As I scrutinize my outfit choice, my phone rings unexpectedly. I pick it up and see that it’s from the call box at the entrance to the building.
I answer the call and put it on speaker phone. “Hello?”
“Delivery for Dr. Kay Miller?” the voice asked.
Delivery? “Are you sure?” I ask, perplexed.
“Apartment 1007?”
“Yeah...”
“It’s for you then,” he confirms.
“Okay. I’ll buzz you in.” I hit 6# on my phone. A minute later there’s a knock at my door. I pad barefoot to the door, flipping the lock and swinging it open to reveal a delivery man holding a garment bag—the kind that promised something far more exquisite than my usual casual wear. "Dr. Kay Miller?" he asks again, his eyes flicking down to his clipboard.
"Um, yes, that's me," I reply, taking the bag with a curious tilt of my head and signing the clipboard next to my name. The delivery man nods, offers a practiced smile, and turns on his heel, leaving me alone with the mystery in my hands.
Once he’s gone, I close the door and unzip the bag slowly, revealing several items of clothes. The first is a dress that makes my breath hitch—a sequined minidress with long sleeves and plunging neckline. The sequins were swirls of colors, yellow, emerald green, maroon, purple, black. I peek at the tag, gasping when I see Balmain. The next item is a backless halter top, made of a black mesh fabric draped from the neckline to the hem in black and silver rhinestoned chains. There’s also a black micro skirt with a small slit over the left thigh area. Both are from a designer I had never heard of. I open the card pinned to the front of the garment bag.
Just in case you didn’t have anything to wear.
-Felix
Felix's taste is impeccable; these are no ordinary outfits. And clearly expensive. I try on both. Slipping into the dress feels like stepping into another skin, one that is daring and bold. It clings to every curve I didn’t know I had and the deep v neckline makes my small but perky boobs look amazing. The halter and skirt combo also look fantastic on me. My bare back is on full display, save for the delicate clasp around my neck and the 2 subtle chains that secure the top in place just below my shoulder blades. I can't believe how perfectly both outfits fit me, as if they were tailor-made for me. I decide to save the Balmain dress for a special occasion and wear the two-piece outfit tonight.
As I finish my makeup, Chris’ name flashes across my phone screen. “Hey you,” I answer.
“Hey. The car is here,” he responds. “I’m about to get into the elevator and can swing by your apartment.”
I pause for a moment, knowing that if he comes to my place, we'll never make it out the door. “We both know what will happen if you come here. We’ll get distracted,” I tease.
He chuckles on the other end of the line. "You're right. I'll meet you at the elevator then." After a short pause, he continues, “You know, that’s twice you’ve turned me down today. You’re no fun.” I can hear him pout through the phone.
"Oh, I'll make it up to you later," I promise before ending the call and grabbing my small wristlet. I quickly make my way to the elevator.
As the elevator doors open, Chris' eyes widen in awe. He takes my hand and pulls me close, his breath warm against my bare shoulder. "I thought you weren't trying to distract me," he murmurs before pressing a kiss to my skin. “I’m gonna need to have a talk with Felix.”
“I think he’s in the wrong business,” I joke.
“Clearly.” He pulls me in for a deep kiss. The elevator dings and we reluctantly break apart as the doors open on the ground floor. Hand in hand, we make our way outside. As we walk, I can't help but smile as I wipe away a smudge of lipliner from Chris' lips.
Chris walks in front of me to open the lobby door. “Look at that cake,” I say, eyeing his ass. “I’m gonna need you to wear leather pants more often.” He grins as he tries to cover his butt with his free hand. “Too late! Yum,” I tease. As I walk out the door, I give his ass a squeeze.
A few feet away, I see one of his drivers holding open the door to a large SUV. I climb in and take a seat across from Han. “Damn,” he exclaims loudly.
“Very nice,” Minho says calmly, in stark contrast to Han’s theatrics.
“Thanks.” I reply as Chris settles into the seat next to me and grabs my hand.
“Felix?” Han asks curiously.
“Yeah, fucking Felix,” Chris laughs.
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The booming bass of the music greets us as we enter Eclipse, one of the night clubs owned by the Crimson Syndicate. Lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting colorful shadows over the crowd. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. The chunky heels of my boots click on the glossy floor.
Han leads us to one of the VIP areas on the second floor. The space is opulently decorated, with plush seating areas arranged around elegant round tables. Each table has a display of premium alcohol bottles, different mixers, an ice bucket, and glasses. I spot Felix and Hyunjin chatting and sipping on cocktails in the largest area near the back.
Felix's face lights up when he sees me, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He beckons me over with a twirling motion of his finger and I follow, my body spinning in one slow revolution."Yes!" he shouts, clapping his hands together in approval. Hyunjin's gaze travels from my legs up to my face and back down again, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a sip from his glass. I choose to ignore him.
I wrap my arms around Felix in a hug, laughter bubbling out of me. "Thank you," I say sincerely. "That was so sweet." Taking a seat next to him in the booth, I ask, "How did you know my size?"
"I didn't," Felix responds with a charming smile. "But I have a keen eye for fashion and I knew you would rock either outfit. You shouldn't be hiding all of that.” As if on cue, Hyunjin slides over the vodka tonic he just poured, setting it in front of me.
I mutter a curt "thanks" in his direction. He simply nods in response, his silence piquing my curiosity. But I decide not to engage and turn back to Felix who starts sharing about the other outfits he considered sending instead. He’s so excited to have someone to dress other than his brothers and I get the feeling that I’ll be seeing a lot more looks over the next few weeks.
As we chat, I glance over and see Chris engaged in a conversation with a man just outside the VIP area. They share a laugh and Chris pats him on his back. Their exchange is cut short as they are approached by a stunning woman. She glides towards them with a confident grace, her turquoise bodycon tank dress accentuating every curve. Her long dark hair cascades behind her like a waterfall, reminding me of Cher’s iconic look. She says something to the man, then turns to Chris. She flashes him a seductive smile as she greets him and they exchange words. I can see from the way she touches his arm and then moves her hand to his neck that there is an intimate familiarity between them. My suspicions are confirmed when she whispers something into his ear and places a gentle kiss on his jaw, just below his earlobe.
Chris seems unfazed, the corners of his lips turning up into an amused smile as he chuckles at her words. As he responds to her, he smoothly grabs her hand, moving it away from his neck before giving it a gentle squeeze and releasing it. She seems a bit taken aback by whatever he’s telling her. He nods in my direction. Chris catches my gaze and winks. The woman turns towards the booth, giving me a quick once over, before returning her attention to Chris. With a few more words exchanged between them, she leans in again, this time for a less intimate air kiss against his cheek before walking away.
A few moments later, Chris joins us at the booth sitting next to me. He leans in close to me and whispers in my ear, “That’s Jenna. A past fuck buddy. Nothing to worry about. I made it clear that I’m taken.” He lightly kisses my temple.
I give him a small nod, acknowledging the reassurance he gives me. In return, I press a quick kiss to his lips. “Okay,” I say, hoping that my voice conveys that I trust him completely.
“That’s it?" he asks cautiously, his eyes searching my face for any lingering doubts.
“Yeah,” I reply loud enough for only him to hear. “If you tell me it’s nothing to worry about, then I believe you.” I give him another affectionate kiss, this time to reassure him that I’m not one of those jealous girls who worries about past relationships. “Plus, I don’t know that I’d have the patience to deal with all the girls you’ve fucked,” I laugh, causing Chris to smirk. He grabs my hand and kisses it before he makes himself a drink.
I turn back to Felix, who was now asking me about my favorite designers. I note that Hyunjin has disappeared.
Han and Minho eventually join the booth, and the 5 of us have random conversations about everything. After finishing my second vodka tonic, I walk to the railing to look at the dance floor below. My eyes drift across the space, drawn to the fluidity of a familiar form.
Hyunjin is a vision, his body moving with an almost feline grace among the crowd. There is something unapologetically raw and mesmerizing about the way he dances—every dip and twist and hip motion a silent testament to the beat that commanded him. I can’t take my eyes off of him, the spark of attraction I had felt earlier flickering within me.
"Enjoying the view?" Chris' voice, low and teasing, brushes against my ear. His chest presses against my back and I feel his arms slide forward around my waist.
I turn slightly, catching the glint of mischief in his eyes even in the semi-darkness. "It's... interesting," I admit, feeling a blush warm my cheeks.
"Interested in Hyunjin?" Chris murmurs, kissing the back of my neck as he waits for my response.
"I’m not sure," I find myself whispering back, uncertainty lacing my tone despite the boldness of my gaze remaining fixed on Hyunjin below us.
"It��s okay if you are," he says as he squeezes me a little tighter.
There was an ease to his acceptance, a freedom I hadn't known I craved until this moment. It unsettles me as much as it excites me, this open door to possibilities I hadn't let myself consider before.
The thumping bass of the club seems to sync with the rapid beating of my heart as Chris' words linger in the air between us. I turn to face him, my pulse quickening at the prospect of what he was suggesting.
“What's the deal with you and Hyunjin?” I ask, I drape my hands behind his neck.
“Hmmm…we had a short-lived, tumultuous teenage romance, fueled by overwhelming hormones, intense emotions, and illegal substances. You know, when you’re 15, and everything feels like a life-or-death situation?” He shakes his head and chuckles as he continues, “Every argument is over the top, every breakup is dramatic; each one more devastating than the last and always the end of the world.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “I wish,” I say. “I certainly felt that way about my celebrity crushes. But I didn’t really date until college, so I missed out on all the teen dating angst.”
“Well, that was me and him. We thought we were madly in love at the time, but it was just infatuation. We were young, impulsive, reckless, and horny. And we had nothing and no one else in our lives, so we clung to each other. The relationship was all-consuming, overshadowing everything else. I don’t even think it lasted more than 7 or 8 months, but it felt like a lifetime because of how intense it was. And then it was over. We got distracted by other people and other things, as you do when you’re a teen, and moved on.”
“Interesting,” I say. “And since then?”
“And since then, we’ve just lived our lives. Every once in a while, we’ll have a moment…”
“And share?” I interrupt, recalling the information I learned earlier.
He laughs. “Yes, and share. But we haven’t had a threesome in a couple years, I think.” He eyes search mine for a reaction. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to be with someone else, even Hyunjin...as long as I can watch. And as long as you come back to me. If it’s something you want to try, we should explore that."
The idea flutters in my chest. As I contemplate his proposition, I find myself envisioning Hyunjin's fluid movements, the suggestion of power in his lean form. There is an undeniable allure in the thought, a curiosity that tugs at me with the promise of forbidden pleasures.
"Chris, I—" My voice falters, uncertainty knotting my words.
"Take your time," he assures me, his lips brushing against my temple in a kiss. "There's no rush. We do this together, or not at all." He is offering me a world where the rules were ours to make, where the boundaries of passion could be expanded and explored.
"Let's just enjoy the night," I decide, not ready to leap into the abyss just yet. "We can talk about this later."
"Whatever you want, beautiful." Chris murmurs, accepting my indecision with a gentle nod. I feel his hands slide down my lower back to cup my ass. He leans down to kiss me. It starts off tender but quickly intensifies.
“Oh my gawd! Get a fucking room!” Han screams again.
Chris and I laugh as we break apart. “Let’s go dance,” I say, pulling him towards the stairs leading to the dance floor.
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Alternate Instincts Ch.15
Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)
WC 1367
Warnings:....none?
Mike looked over at her as they watched the movie, seeing the bored expression on her face,
“This really doesn't scare you at all?” He asked and she sighed.
“Slasher flicks don't scare me.” She said, “A) the body has roughly a gallon of blood in it, these people are losing multiples of that per injury, and some of the injuries are basically just overly dramatic papercuts. B) jump scares are the fart jokes of horror movies, good if they're done right, tacky if overused, and this movie has gone past overusing and into the realm of cringe. Give me a good psychological horror any day. Sometimes less is more.” She caught his pout when she was finished and blinked at him. “Mike, were you hoping that I'd be all scared and jumpy and hide myself on you?”
“Maybe.” He pouted and she snorted, pulling him towards her by his hoodie and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“You're adorable.” She said and he smiled, his hand coming up to hold the side of her jaw as he leaned in for another kiss. He pushed her back against the couch, pressing down onto her as his lips moved against hers.
“Hey you two.” Sy said as he came into the living room and Mike picked his head up. “I interruptin'?”
“What's up, Sy?” Stephanie asked, her hands pressed to Mike's chest.
“We're headin' to the wolf bar in town in you wanna join us.” He said, “If not, one of us will stay behind so shithead doesn't get ideas seein' you alone.”
“Wolf bar?” Stephanie asked.
“Not strictly advertised as such, but it's like a cop bar but for wolves, we just all kinda congregate there. The town and businesses are neutral territory so no one tries to pull shit.” He explained and she and Mike shared a look.
“Yeah, why not.” Stephanie said, “Sounds like fun. You don't think Jordan will try anything there, do you?”
“He'd set off the radar of every wolf in there if he so much as stepped foot in it.” Sy said, “They'd hand him over to the Council, eventually, but he'd be bleedin' when they do. Just in case, I'll let security know what's goin' on. They're all wolves, so if they get a tickle, they'll circle the wagons around ya.”
Once a game plan was established, they got ready, Stephanie changing out of her lounge clothes into a pair of jeans, a long sleeved v-neck and a pair of dark flats. Mike stuck to his hoodie and t-shirt combo, August wore yet another beige button up with a white-shirt underneath, Sy opting for jeans and one his of Lynard Skynard shirts that had definitely seen better days, Walter in a dark cableknit that did absolutely nothing to hide how wide his shoulders were, and Geralt stuck with a black shirt and black jeans which only made his coloration more striking. They were about to head out when August stopped her, looking down at her with his arms folded over his chest and his brow furrowed in a scowl.
“What?” She asked and he reached over, grabbing one of Walter's scarves from the hooks by the door and looping it around her neck so lay on her chest, covering what had been bared by her shirt's neckline. “Really?”
“You could change.” He suggested and she rolled her eyes.
“August, I don't care if guys peek at the cleavage, and you shouldn't either seeing as you've seen the whole thing and they never will.”
“I'd rather they not peek at all, Princess.”
“Get over your insecurities and walk out the door. Let's go.” She said and shooed him out the door, Sy locking up behind them. She walked with Sy and Mike towards his truck, pulling the scarf off. “Walker.” He looked at her and got a face full of scarf after she threw it at him, sticking her tongue out at him as she got into the passenger seat of Sy's truck. Geralt and Walter rode with August in his SUV and they set out, heading down the winding access roads to the main town.
The bar itself was busy, a few road bikes parked out front as well as trucks in the small parking lot. Given the fact that they were surrounded by forest and mountains, it didn't shock her. Sports cars and sedans weren't exactly great with mountain roads. She dodged August as he tried to smack her on the butt, swatting away his hands and making Mike laugh. The others went off into the depths of the bar as Sy explained what was going on to the head of security, Stephanie giving him a shrug when he turned an arched brow towards her.
“Don't worry about it, Sy.” He said, “That Feral isn't going anywhere near your Mate.”
“Thanks, man.” He said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Come on, doll. I need a beer.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he settled his hand on her hip as he steered her away towards the bar itself. They got their beers and talked, but she noticed that he kept looking over at the others playing pool in the corner with a couple other guys.
“Go on.” She said, moving her head at them.
“I just don't wanna leave you alone, babe.”
“You're not.” She said, “The bar is filled with people who, I'm assuming, are mostly wolves and security is already keeping an eye out. I'm be fine.”
“I also don't want you to think we're abandonin' ya the first chance we got.”
“I don't.” She reassured him and he gave her a small smile, squeezing her thigh and moving off. Turning on the bar stool, she watched him head over to the others, leaning back against the bar. It was nice seeing them like this, socializing, more relaxed. Even August and Geralt were smiling, sort of. A small group of women approached them, scantily clad with drinks in their hands. She didn't know if they were wolves as she had no way to tell, but they didn't need to be. The guys were all attractive in their own ways, so it was no surprise that they were getting attention. And August was worried about her.
“It's always gonna be you.” She kept Sy's words wrapped around her mind like a shield, protecting herself against the insecure thoughts and anxieties. Someone slid up to the bar next to her and she spared them a glance out of the corner of her eye. It was a squirrelly looking guy with dark hair down to his collar and his attention was fixed on her, a smile which he probably thought was charming turned in her direction.
“What's a pretty little girl like you doing in a bar filled with big bad wolves?” He asked and she paused, arching a brow at him.
“Drinking a beer.” She said simply, raising the said beer to her lips and taking a sip.
“Haven't seen you here before.”
“Haven't been here before.”
“You come by yourself?” He asked.
“Nope.” She said and moved her head at the pool tables.
“Your friends are pretty too.” He thought she had come here with the group of women, because of course he did. “Why don't you invite them over to join us?”
“That's a great idea.” She said and caught Sy's attention with a gesture, beckoning him over. He tapped Walter's chest with the back of his hand and he got the others attention. They put the pool cues back and made their way towards her across the bar and she caught the guy's smile fade as he realized his mistake.
“Hey, babe.” Sy said, leaning in to kiss her cheek, “Who's this?”
“No idea, but he said you guys should come over to join us.”
“That was nice of him.” Walter said.
“He also called you pretty.” Stephanie said with a smile.
“Thanks, man!” Mike said.
“Uh—I—” He stammered.
“Leave.” Geralt said simply and he fled quickly. She waited half a second after he left before bursting into laughter.
“Big bad wolves, indeed.” She chuckled but shook her head when they gave her a questioning look.
#henry cavill#captain syverson#walter marshall#august walker#hellraiser mike#geralt of rivia#alternate instincts
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For the Spotify fic challenge: Steddie, and lucky #13! ❤️
I got this ask on December the 3rd!! It took me forever to come up with something for this, but I got there! I don't think this is as heavy as the tags make it seem, but please heed them @thisapplepielife thank you so much for the ask, it really got the old brain box working!
Spotify Prompt: Free Fallin' by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (yes, Tom Petty again!)
Word Count: 3623 | Rating: T | CW: Period typical homophobia, homophobic language, chronic pain, internalised ableism, brief mention of AIDS crisis | Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington and His Parents | Tags: Protective Eddie Munson, Disabled Eddie Munson, Established Relationship, Meeting The Parents, Steve's Parents Are Trying, Not Beta Read
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Eddie works fucking hard all week and he just wants to kick back on a Saturday, and do nothing. Feet up on the table, beer in one hand, pizza in the other. Maybe catch a film. Maybe watch a game with Steve. Whatever. It’s his time, he gets to choose how he spends it.
Instead, they’re sitting in the car outside the Harrington’s house, and Steve looks like he’s about to be fed to the wolves. Eddie’s never been brought home to meet the parents before. Usually, he’s never brought home at all. This is as hard for Eddie as it is for Steve. He’s deeply suspicious of Steve’s parents, of their suddenly wanting to meet the guy he’s shacked up with. To get a closer look at the guy who stole Steve’s chance for a good ol’ fashioned midwestern life, white picket fence, sweet wife, a couple of kids, briefcase and tie, trade in the bimmer for a Volvo. All that shit. All that shit that Eddie has no experience with, no desire for.
Two years together, and this is the first time he’s been summoned. Steve says it’s because they finally believe him. They thought it was a joke at first. They stopped laughing, eventually.
Eddie doesn’t really know what to expect. Robin says his mom is sweet, his dad is nice enough but tough on Steve and there’s still tension there even though Steve’s in his twenties now. Dustin thinks his dad is a hoot, and somehow the idea of Dustin bonding with Mr Harrington feels like a betrayal. But Dustin doesn’t have the full picture, so. There’s that.
“We better go in,” Steve says, not looking at Eddie. Not really looking at anything. And that doesn’t really instil confidence in Eddie, about how all this shit is going to go down, because Steve has been telling him all week not to worry about it, it will be fine. But he’s sitting here looking like the world is about to end. And maybe it is. Maybe that’s exactly what’s about to happen, Steve’s world, that complex relationship with his parents that they cultivated with such tender hands, will just shatter once the reality of everything Steve has been telling them for the last couple of years manifests in their dining room.
Eddie might not have done this before, but he knows his part. Turn up, be polite, play nice. And above all things don’t bite if the other kids don’t play nice. Because Eddie will always be the one that gets the blame.
He checks his hair in the rearview mirror one last time. It’s tied back, the tiniest bit of hairspray to tame it and stop any unruly hairs from escaping mid canapés. How uncouth. Picking clothes was a whole thing. ‘It’s not a formal dinner’, Steve said, no need to get gussied up, ‘I want you to look like yourself, to be comfortable.’ And Steve probably did mean that, truly, but it didn’t matter how many teeshirts and jeans combos Eddie tried on, none of them seemed to be the ‘Eddie’ that Steve was hoping to bring home to his parents. What followed was an argument, ‘You fucking choose then’, slammed doors, eased over with a kiss and ‘What about these?’ So now he’s in the Harrington’s driveway wearing a pair of clean black jeans, knees neatly hidden behind denim, and a long sleeve (always long sleeves) plaid shirt, which could almost pass for one of Wayne’s if it weren’t for the tiny little polo player embroidered on the pocket. He’s been permitted to wear a pair of Doc Martens he found in a thrift store in Indy, they’re clean and smart enough and they’re fucking comfortable and he needs that. Just one bit of comfort, one bit of him.
They stand on the doorstep and Steve knocks and it strikes Eddie as weird. He moved out of Wayne’s a while ago, but he still has his key, and if he knocked on the front door Wayne would ask Eddie what his last doorman died of. But he forgets sometimes that his upbringing is not the norm, that not every kid got saved from foster care by their uncle because their dad is in jail.
Mrs Harrington answers the door, and Eddie’s seen pictures of her, he’s been in this house before (he’s done things to her son in this house that would definitely lower its market value) but she’s shorter than he imagined, and Steve bends over to hug her. It’s cute.
Mr Harrington looms behind her and makes eye contact with Eddie briefly before moving to his son. Another hug, stiffer, with a manly clap on the back. But it’s not nothing, and some of that tension from before has already dispersed from Steve, he has some of his lightness back. A smile back on his beautiful face. Eddie’s not ready to let his guard down yet, he is after all the main course at this particular feast, and he’s just waiting for the cleaver to fall, the teeth to take hold (not teeth, not teeth, not teeth).
“Mom, Dad, this is…” Steve looks at him. Pleading. Loving. Accepting. Scared. “Eddie.”
“Eddie!” says Mrs Harrington, like she actually wants him standing in her hallway, god love her for trying. “It’s lovely to finally meet you.”
Oh God, he’s on now, isn’t he? Steve’s thrown him the ball and he needs to not fumble the catch, or something, he’s watched enough games now that some of it should be sinking in.
“Mr and Mrs Harrington, it’s lovely to meet you both. Uh, thank you. For inviting me.”
“Amanda, please,” says Mrs Harrington, “and this is David,” and it’s pointed, a little spiky. Eddie likes that. David’s giving Amanda the evil eye and Eddie is trying not to smile about it.
“Eddie. Good to meet you,” the poor guy manages to spit out. And Jesus fuck, he holds his hand out to shake it, and Eddie has to resist the temptation to wipe his hands down the front of his jeans. He’s clean, every inch of him scrubbed and moisturised and cologned. Eddie doesn’t know why he’s sweating on this particular social norm, both Al and Wayne taught him the art of the handshake as a young boy. ‘Shake from the elbow, firm hand, and match their grip’ said Wayne. ‘Ain’t nothin’ worse than a weak handshake’ said Al.
Amanda offers him the grand tour before Steve reminds her that Eddie’s been here before, only not when they were around. David bristles and walks away and that’s probably for the best all things considered.
They all walk through to the massive kitchen, and Amanda offers him a beer and he nearly breaks his fucking neck with the speed he takes it.
“Dad thought because it’s such a lovely day we’d grill outdoors. How does that sound for a change?” Steve’s mom rests her hand on Steve’s back, and Eddie sees the movement, the slow comforting strokes.
There’s a cough from the patio, and David Harrington looms in the doorway. “Why don’t you give me a hand, son.” Huh. Divide and conquer, and so early into the afternoon. Steve looks at Eddie and what is Eddie going to say? How dare you leave me to your mother so that you can bond with Daddy? I haven’t seen mine in years, hasn’t done me any harm. He’s a good boyfriend, so he nods and smiles, hoping that it conveys what he really means. We can leave whenever you need to. Just say the word. I love you.
Amanda bustles around in their kitchen, dicing cucumbers and tomatoes, making herself busy, keeping herself away from him. He’s propped on a stool at their breakfast bar because he needs to get the weight off his leg and he didn’t bring his cane because ‘I’m fine Steve, I don’t need it’, not because he didn’t want the Harrington’s to think he was weak or incapable of working, mooching off their son. Definitely not that.
“So, um, what do you like in your salad? Anything I should leave out? Steve didn’t really give me much to go on. I promise I asked.” She sounds like she cares whether he eats zucchini or not (not, decidedly fucking not).
“Ah, I’m not fussy, honestly. Just, you know whatever you guys usually have is fine.”
She looks over her shoulder, a little conspiratorially. “Not a big salad guy, huh? Don’t worry, neither is David. I know when I’m fighting a losing battle.”
Eddie returns the smile. He keeps throwing furtive glances outside, hoping he can just summon Steve to save him. He should be glad, to be honest, that Steve is still out there with his dad. If it was going badly he’d likely have returned by now.
Amanda keeps up the inane chatter, the small talk grating on him. This is so alien to him, so bizarre. He’s doing his best to keep up with her, though, because this isn’t about him. If they never accept him, never want to see him again, he’s fucking fine with it. But Steve loves them, and despite things being tense over the last couple of years Eddie’s pretty certain they love him.
Eddie’s sipping at his beer when he hears the knife slam against the marble countertop.
Amanda spins to face him.“Look. I’m as uncomfortable as you, okay? So why don’t we just cut the shit.”
He puts his beer down, sits up and draws his shoulders back, ready for battle. He’s been waiting for this. Unfortunately, his leg decides to spasm painfully at the same time, kind of killing the image. He hisses, clutching his thigh and doing his best to massage the pain away as if that’s all it would take. He hates this, fucking hates that it happens in front of this woman of all people.
“Are you… are you okay?” Amanda makes her way closer, and she looks like she wants to reach out to him but can’t quite bring herself to do it.
Eddie takes a deep, calming breath. “It’s fine. I’m fine. It just… it happens. Sometimes. It’s fine.” It’s not even close to fine but he’ll be fucked if he’s telling her that. About his constant pain, about losing one job because he couldn’t keep up with the rest of the crew, about being shit scared he’s going to lose his current job for the same reason. About how he’s pushing himself so that Steve doesn’t have to carry the load. The Harrington’s don’t get to know any of that.
Amanda nods and creeps closer to him, finally pulling out a stool and sitting at the breakfast bar with him.
“This is difficult for us. Steve and...” She gestures loosely at him, and he does his best not to tense up at that. “God I need a drink. Do you want another beer?”
He’s maxed out on his pain meds today, for all the good it did, so he really shouldn’t. Steve is particularly strict about that kind of thing. But Steve’s not here. So he nods and watches Steve’s mom pour herself a large glass of wine before returning with another beer for him. She knocks the whole thing back in under a minute.
“Steven’s my pride and joy. He was just such a gorgeous child. Kind, would scream with laughter, just so much happiness in him.” She plays with the rim of her wine glass, and swipes at the lipstick she’s left behind. “From the moment you find out you’re pregnant you think about the person they’ll grow up to be. You hope you’ll be a good parent, that you’ll do right by them. I had a life planned for Steve, in my head. He would come home with a beautiful girl one day and tell me she was the one. They’d get married, and have babies of their own. We’d have grandchildren to spoil.” Amanda smiles wistfully, watching Steve and his Dad through the kitchen window. Eddie hopes he’s okay, hopes Steve’s doing better than he is, anyway. It feels like there’s cement lining his stomach.
“Mrs Harrington—”
“No,” she says, harshly. “I’m talking now, and you’re going to listen to everything I have to say.
“I thought, Nancy Wheeler, you know her?” He nods, silently. “Nice girl. He brought her home and I could see it in his eyes, you know? Just this… light. He was happy. I thought she was the one.”
“So did Steve,” he says before he can stop himself.
“When it didn’t work out, I felt sad for him, but my boys a catch. It’s not like he was going to be alone for long. But that spark, it just fizzled out of him. He carried this… I don’t know, sadness. He’d smile, and he’d laugh, but it was always there under the surface. And then he started getting into fights, vicious ones. The Hargrove boy put him in the hospital, did you know that?”
He did know that. Eddie had spent many a night lamenting the fact he’d never get the chance to punch Billy’s smug fucking face. He doesn’t tell Amanda Harrington that, though, just scowls and nods.
She tops her wine up again. Eddie just wishes she’d get to the part where she calls him a dirty queer and cuts him a cheque if he’ll leave Steve. He wonders how many pieces he could tear it into before throwing it all over her stone floor.
“When Steve didn’t get into college, David told him to get a job. We didn’t make him pay rent, but if he wanted money he was going to have to earn it. And he did. He got that stupid job at Starcourt, got up early every day, worked the weekends. We were both so proud of him.
“And then there was the fire…” Her voice shakes, and she looks genuinely upset, and, maybe for the first time today, he feels sorry for Amanda Harrington. “We were in Indy that day, having dinner with friends. We didn’t know what had happened. We got home late and he wasn’t here, but he was eighteen years old, you know? We thought he was out with friends. We weren’t worried.”
She takes a large breath, and let’s it out slowly. “We got a call at three in the morning to tell us our son was in the hospital. And when we saw him…” Her voice catches before she looks up at Eddie. “You’re not a parent, Eddie. So you can’t know what it feels like. You don’t know fear until you nearly lose your child. And we kind of did, a little. He was never the same after that,” she says softly. She gives a sour laugh. “And then it happened again.”
“Spring break,” Eddie says. She nods sadly.
Amanda pauses and swirls what’s left of her wine in its glass. “A few months after the earthquake, or whatever it was, he walked in the door one night and he just… He had that light back in his eyes and suddenly my Steve was home. And I knew he was in love.” She smiles, and Eddie sees Steve in his mother, just how alike they are. “It was like Nancy times a hundred. He was glowing. I was so happy to see him like that. And I asked him ‘When are you bringing this mystery girl home to meet us?’ and he’d be coy, get all shy. I asked him outright if he was in love and he didn’t hesitate, just said yes with a huge smile plastered across his face, and yet he wouldn’t bring her home to us.
“And then one day he sits us down and tells us that this girl who he has fallen so deeply in love with is… is a boy.” She looks accusingly at him, and he refuses to shrink under her glare. “And suddenly everything you thought about your child, everything you had planned for them, it’s gone,” she snaps her fingers, “overnight. Now I’m not worrying about teenage pregnancy, I’m worrying about AIDS—”
“That’s not—”
“No, let me finish! Let me get this out, for Christ’s sake.” She knocks back the last of her wine. “He’s explained, all of that to us. And how you’re being… responsible. But we’re old-fashioned. Traditional. Our son coming home and declaring he’s bi — whatever it is —”
“ — sexual.��
“Whatever it is,” she glares at him, “it’s hard for us. But here’s the thing. I haven’t seen him that happy in so long. Maybe ever. You gave him his light back. You. You with your long hair and your tattoos, and your bad reputation… ” She runs out of steam, and blows out a huge puff of air. “He says you talked him into going to college.”
Eddie nods. “He’s smart,” he says, fiercely proud. “Smarter than people give him credit for.”
“He is. I’m glad someone else sees it.” She gives him a ghost of a smile and he feels wrongfooted all of a sudden, no longer sure what they’re doing. The fight he thought he was gearing up for seemingly off the cards.
“We’re getting there, Eddie. And we’ll keep trying. He loves you. And we love him. You do love him, don’t you?”
Eddie’s throat tightens and he swallows hard. “So much it hurts,” he croaks.
She smiles, a tentative thing. Fragile. “Good. We’re on a journey, David and I. I’m a little further along… but he’s getting there. We’re both getting there. I hope you’ll allow us the time to catch up.”
And what can he say to that? His own father told him he was a dirty little freak and tried to beat the gay out of him. Steve’s parents just want more time. They can give them that. Eddie can give them that.
“If it’s okay with Steve, then it’s okay with me.”
Eddie watches the tension in Amanda’s shoulders melt away, the worried frown smooths. “Good. And… thank you. For your patience. And for looking after him. All I ever wanted was for someone to love him and look after him.”
“I will always love him.” And he means it, knows in his heart that whatever might happen in the future, whatever gets thrown their way, he will always love Steve Harrington “How could I not?”
Amanda offers a shy smile and Eddie thinks maybe he’s done his job. Maybe, at the very least, she will accept them now, and try not to fight it.
She’s still smiling when she looks at the kitchen counter, at the mess of vegetables in various states of being chopped and washed. “You know what?” She gets up and grabs the vegetables, throwing them in the refrigerator with a slam of the door. She turns back to look at him, hands on hips, and Eddie bites back a smile. “Fuck the salad.” He’s open mouthed as she gestures out to the garden. “Dave doesn’t like it, Steve doesn’t like it and I’m not going to make you choke it down out of politeness.”
Amanda crosses the kitchen to him and offers her arm. “We have steps out there. If you fall Steve will kill me.”
Eddie wonders just what exactly Steve has been telling them, how infirm Steve seems to think he is and he’d be lying if it didn’t rankle him, but at the same time his mom is trying to do something nice. She thinks she’s helping. So he’s going to let her.
They walk out into the sunlight, arm in arm, and he sees Steve laughing with his Dad, they both look relaxed and happy and that’s all Eddie wanted from today. They look up as Amanda and Eddie approach, Steve locking eyes with Eddie, eyebrows raised in a silent question. Eddie smiles and nods and Steve visibly relaxes as he goes back to arguing about the best way to grill a steak.
The rest of the afternoon goes smoothly, and while it’s Steve’s Mom who does all the heavy lifting, his Dad isn’t exactly a silent partner. It feels so normal, family in-jokes and laughter and he can see how much Steve has missed this.
When they leave Amanda hugs him, giving him a warm smile, and David shakes his hand, a little longer and a little softer than the first one.
Steve starts the engine, the radio springs to life, and they head out of the driveway, back to their own home. Steve reaches across and takes Eddie’s hand in his. “Thank you,” he says, glancing away from the road for a second.
Eddie squeezes his hand. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“No, I do. I was a dick. The clothes, your hair… I’m sorry, okay? I was just…”
“Scared,” Eddie finishes for him.
Steve nods. “Scared.”
“They love you, Steve. Whatever happens. They love you, okay?”
Steve sighs, finally unburdened. "I know."
They pull up to a stop light, Tom Petty playing on the radio. Steve runs his hand through his hair, finally relaxed enough to muss it up. “Uh, Dad asked if you’d like to bring Wayne.” Steve glances across at him quickly, and then back at the stop light. “Next time?”
He’s not exactly sure what Wayne would say to an invitation to the Harringtons. But he does know that Wayne thinks the sun shines out of Steve’s ass, and there’s not much that he’d say no to if Steve was the one doing the asking.
“Sure,” Eddie says, and he reaches across to this boy, this man, that he loves so fiercely, and pulls him in for a kiss. “Next time.”
#steddie fanfic#Spotify unwrapped writing prompt#eddie munson#steve harrington#disabled eddie munson#cw period typical homophobia#cw chronic pain#cw internalised ableism#cw homophobic language#cw mention of AIDS crisis
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30 and 42 for any LiS ship
might as well round out the polycule and do amberprice for these ^^
30: Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?
given full freedom I think;
Rachel would put Chloe in something Fancy. black tie formal wear type of deal. Chloe's not good w "dressing stuffy," as she calls it though and would absolutely find a way to wear whatever it is slightly ruffled/loose/unkempt
Chloe would put Rachel in some grungey butch scene kid nonsense. like. final fantasy amounts of unnecessary chains and belts. a million zippers. striped long sleeve under a t-shirt combo. the most hanging on by a thread converse you've ever seen. do you get me. do you see my Vision
42: What’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
they like a nice summer night kinda vibe. clear skies so they can see the stars and warm enough that they can roam to their hearts content w/o having to retreat back inside. although Rachel in particular also likes when it gets chillier in autumn bc it means she can start stealing Chloe's jacket more
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Voiceplay Visuals - Baby It's Cold Outside
Hey folks! This is the first post in my VoicePlay/VoicePlay-Adjacent Visuals Christmas In July series! (Yes, Christmas in July is a real thing here in Australia, albeit a fairly minor one). There'll be 12 posts total, one a day (12 Days of Christmas, get it?). First, posts for 5 of VoicePlay's Christmas videos, then "bonus posts" for two other random VoicePlay videos (already selected), a bonus post for another Geoff video (also already selected), and then finally posts for all four of Geoff's Christmas releases! Some posts might be short and sweet, and some might have me hoping that I don't hit the image limit, but all in all, hopefully it's gonna be a fun time!
Alright, so we're starting things off in 2017 - specfically the 16th of December, 2017, when VoicePlay released a video for their cover of Baby It's Cold Outside. This cover was arranged by Geoff, and features him in lead vocals as well, though more in a baritone/tenor range than his typical bass range! (Not that I'm complaining - he sounds great in any octave!). And of course the video features Shoshana Bean doing the female vocals! But enough context and stuff, let's begin!
Sure might as well start with the "title card" (also I'm only now noticing this video looks to be in a slighly different aspect ratio than most of VP's videos? Or compared to their newer stuff anyway)
And yes, since this is late 2017, we got "mid-length hair Geoff"! Not super short, but not even fully chin-length yet <3 (And it also means the video has both Earl and J None in it!)
"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice"
(*pfft* 😂)
(Also he didn't even hold her hand, he literally just touched it! 😆)
Outfit talk time!
Shoshana looks great, though the rips in the jeans are a little Hm, and her shoes confuse me in a way I can't put my finger on, but I love her top and the beret thing is cute!
Geoff: Not wearing black or dark grey for once! Lol I'm just teasing, and I know blue is another relatively common colour for him too. Nice boots, nice scarf, and even in an earlier video like this he's got his trademark smart watch and wristbands on! (And I'm wagering he's probably got his silver pendant necklace on as well)
Earl: ...is wearing a scarf with a short-sleeve t-shirt. Fam. 😂 Like okay I know you're in Florida and it probably doesn't get that cold in winter there (like south-east Queensland, though we can have the odd cold snap), but seriously my dude, sending mixed messages!
Eli: Obviously we're back in the era of him wearing glasses and not having the full beard/moustache combo he has now (though he's got a bit of a light goatee in this video). He at least has a longsleeve shirt underneath his shortsleeve one, so I assume he'd be a little warmer than Earl, lol
J None: matching Eli with his shirt pattern (though I'd say Eli's is more plaid and J's is more gingham, but eh), and low-key This Is Halloween vibes ngl (though that was yellow plaid I know)
Hm, are we missing anyone? ...Nope, don't think so! 😝😉
Geoff's got some great facial expressions in this one; 100% giving "a little awkward but well-meaning and Doing His Best" energy
(Also I wasn't even trying to look for it but ayyy you can see that Geoff is wearing his silver pendant necklace here too!)
Whoever had the idea to include this bit in the video, you knew damn well what you were doing! (And I love you for it)
And not until 1 minutes and 23 seconds into the song/video does Layne come in (background on the right), literally! (There's also no vocal percussion in the cover until roughly this point)
Hey Layne, how nice of you to finally join us! 😄
(And he's wearing a short sleeve shirt, with not even a longsleeve shirt underneath or a scarf on top!)
"Look out the window at this storm!"
(I love Earl's confusion in the background here - somehow I don't think Florida gets a whole lot of snowstorms, or any, really 😝)
"Maybe just a cigarette more-"
"-NEVER SUCH A BLIZZARD BEFORE!"
Lol, if I had a nickel for every time Earl busted out a super high part in a song where Geoff was taking most of the lead, I'd have two nickels! (Three if you count the Elvira live performance!)
So cute!
Not really much to say in my little signoff thing, but yeah I really do enjoy making these posts, and I hope you enjoy reading them! More festive posts to come, but until next time!
#voiceplay#voiceplay visuals#voiceplay visuals christmas#Voiceplay baby its cold outside#geoff castellucci#eli jacobson#layne stein#Earl elkins#Earl elkins jr#J none#shoshana bean#acaplaya analysis
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[ID: 3 images with 2 full body characters (one higher to the left and facing left, the other lower to the right and facing right) each. The first has 2 young women. The higher one is thin with a short sleeveless blue wetsuit, an orange flower tucked behind one ear, and a translucent blue wrap draped around her waist. She has one hand on her hip and a shy expression. A text box beside her reads "HAHLI, assistant flax maker, never played a sport in her life, friendly, but shy, hates shoes, spends most of her time swimming or doing chores for Amaya." The lower one is chubbier with a bright blue halter top, dark blue crop leggings, and white sandals. She's standing on her tiptoes with her arms stretched behind her and smiling. A text box beside her reads "MACKU, left hand of Turaga Nokama, mega jock, sweet, outgoing, easily distracted, definitely not dating Hewkii." The second has 2 young men. The higher one is somewhat muscular, with dark tank top under red vest, yellow pants with a red waist tie, and red and yellow shoes. He has his hands on his hips and is frowning. A text box beside him reads "JALLER, captain of the guard of Ta-Koro, right hand of Turaga Vakama, chronically incapable of relaxing, only wears sleeveless shirts." The lower one is scrawny, with goggles, red t-shirt, red shirt tied around the waist, bright yellow cargo pants tucked into blue boots, and blue fingerless gloves. He's winking with his tongue out and flashing two peace signs. A text box beside him reads "TAKUA, Chronicler, professional responsibility avoider, "but I stay silly :3", friends with like half the island." The last has 2 young men. The higher one is beefy, with an open light brown robe and no shirt underneath, loose brown pants tied at the waist with an orange sash, and light brown gladiator sandals. He's waving and smiling. A text box beside him reads "HEWKII, celebrity athlete, right hand of Turaga Onewa, just a little too smart to be a True Himbo, definitely not dating Macku." The lower one is skinny, with a light brown tunic over loose black pants, and brown sandals. He has one arm behind his back and the other hand to his chest with a smug expression. A text box beside him reads "HAFU, master carver, left hand of Turaga Onewa, "ANotHEr hAFU ORigiNAL" (plain text: another Hafu original), smug and insufferable, the perfect man." End ID.]
Concepts for the Bionicle Sports Anime/MNOLGII comic!! I think Takua's is my favourite honestly lol. Gonna do the rest of the kohlii teams next and then some uniforms maybe!
Some notes about village fashions under the readmore!
[Commissions open!]
Ga-Koro Fashion: I figure Ga-Koro is warm and humid, but still can get cold at night. Ga-Koronans tend to wear warmer clothes for sleeping, but cooler clothes during the day. They also tend towards clothes that dry quickly, aren't super uncomfortable while wet, and/or can be removed easily before swimming, like Hahli's wetsuit/wrap combo. They also mostly wear sandals since it's not the end of the world if those get wet. Hahli prefers going barefoot since she's constantly in and out of the water gathering materials for Amaya anyway, and she's lost or destroyed so many sandals that way that it's just easier to not wear them at all.
Ta-Koro Fashion: Ta-Koro is fucking hot, but most of the people who live there are used to it. They generally dress in lighter fabrics, with short sleeves and sweatbands being common. The terrain is rocky as well, so shoes with decent soles are a must. As usual, the main outlier here is Takua, who doesn't handle Ta-Koro's heat as well as the others ~for some reason~ but also frequently mixes in clothing types from other villages due to how much he travels.
Po-Koro Fashion: Like Ga-Koro, Po-Koro is hot during the day and cold at night. It's a much drier heat, though, being a desert. Light, loose clothes are practically required, and often several layers of them are worn at night. Pants tend to have elastic, drawstring, or some other form of binding around the legs to help keep sand from getting in there. Sandals are best for Po-Koro as well, unless you're playing kohlii of course!
#bionicle#human bionicle#mnolgii#art#fanart#digital art#i kinda want to punch up hahli's design a bit. maybe some kind of design on her wetsuit or smth#bionicle sports anime
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Heroes Rise OC appearances/outfits overview ... a little brief write up
akihito
general appearance
platinum blonde/white hair
i kind of flip around between the usual style (short) and the AU Style :tm: (long)
blue eyes
6 ft 2 (188cm)
slim, slender, lithe... any of those adjectives work
mostly asian features (except the dam blue eyes and white hair but :shrug:) --
brown skin
fit :cold_face:
because i like to be difficult, he has a lot of ones that ive come up with ...
color scheme: n/a beyond “bright colors” and/or “pastels”
major elements*
1: the school fit ... he feels as though it’s a perfect representation of japan and wears it ONLY outside of the country
2: the ouji lolita style // gender neutral lolita fashion
typically consisting of a long sleeved top, shorts, and a cloak/cape
X (the casual fits)
in terms of sleepwear .. depends on the weather. sp/su = nothing or the sleeveless shirt + shorts combo. au/wi = pjs ...
in terms of daily wear, depends on the mood hes in .. can be as simple as a white t shirt and random ahh shorts or a full on elaborate fit. typically likes wearing things that accentuate his figure tho
accessories: usually wears heavy boots (yes, even with the school uniform fit)
variable: glasses (kind of has crummy vision but likes contacts better.. when hes not in the mood for contacts, hello glasses...)
* on smaller missions / daily life he tends to just go more casual (style 1) but on the bigger and more important missions (i.e., the ones that are deffo televised) he sticks with the more eccentric lolita fits (style 2)
makoto
general appearance
messy, black hair (kind of like the p5 protag i guess)
brown eyes
abt 6 ft 1
slim but tends to wear more baggy/large clothes bc #trans_moment
asian features
pale skin cause he sits around all damn day doing “doctor things” sdhkgsdgkhkhsd
fit :cold_face:
color scheme: usually white and red for main colors ... black/gold for accentuating colors
major elements: since he’s not really a hero per se but on the staff team, he has a few diff outfits but nothing too elaborate
1: standard medical staff outfit: blue scrubs + lab coat + (usually) blue face mask
i vaguely remember in the canon the mc discussing the freaking “herologist” fits being kind of ominous; this is the standard everyday medical fit -- larger missions/work assignments = the full on like hazmat suit essentially
2: daily outfit vibe: again, usually baggier clothes .. but typically business casual-core stuff...
night fits: unlike akihito who just. sleeps nakey half the time, makoto typically wears a whole PJ set ... he even has matching slippers :flushed:
3: the large mission fit: plague doctor fit fr ... (This is a holdover from when he was like an scp 049 copy-paste tbh)
when required to wear a more protective outfit, he actually has a full on (stereotypical) plague doctor fit* ... he doesnt use the little cane or whatever that they sometimes have tho cause he thinks thats going too far.
* yes i know plague doctor outfits are modern, ohh welllll
accessories: face mask + glasses combo ...
variable: n/a, any variables are outfit specific and written above.
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Sea Princesses: Into the Liamverse Part 18: Kenjy Shi-Label
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Name: Kenjy Shi-Label
Occupation: Actor (former), gangster, organiser of underground races
Race: Salacian
Residence: Nyoto City
Gender: Male
Date of birth: 30 November 1971 (age 36, Sagittarius ♐)
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Black
Skin colour: White
Ethnicity: Japanese-American
Height: 180 cm
Relationships:
Mr Shi-Label (father)
Mrs Shi-Label (mother)
Freddy J. Fox (ex-co-star)
Federico do Roseiras (ex-co-star)
Teresa Cherrouse (ex-co-star)
H.J.R Misser (ex-co-star)
Wendy Naral Chammel (ex-co-star)
Ryujitaro Saitan (creator of Combo Rangers)
Wooler Traijan (ex-partner)
Krill King Dustin (ex-partner)
Golden Jellyfish King (ex-partner)
Dennis The Smug (ex-partner)
Dominic (partner)
Sea Serpent Prince Shai (current employer)
Enemies:
Wooler Traijan
Dennis The Smug
Sea Serpent King Shanbin
Salacian Police
Status: Alive
First appearance: Drawing (22 November - young/24 November 2023 - old)
Skills: Driving, handling weapons, karate, stealing, organising illegal races
Likes: Racing
Dislikes: Being caught, being recognised from Combo Rangers, acting, his ex-co-stars, annoying or abusive partners, people calling him “Li’l Cutie”
Kenjy Shi-Label is a former child actor who is currently a criminal wanted for various illegal activities. He was known for playing the Blue Combo Ranger in Combo Rangers.
History
Kenjy was born in Nyoto City in 1971 to a respected family in his neighbourhood. Although Kenjy was educated and disciplined, he loved to watch television as a child, his favourite programs being about superheroes fighting evil. One day in 1978, he saw in a magazine that a new superhero show, Combo Rangers, was casting children between the ages of 7 to 9 to be part of the main cast. Kenjy was good at martial arts and he had a little experience in acting in school plays, so his parents took him to audition for the role of the Blue Combo Ranger. After demonstrating his acting and martial arts skills, Ryujitaro Saitan and his producers hired him with no hesitation, making him the second confirmed cast member.
The Blue Combo Ranger was Kenjy’s television debut and despite being a rookie, he was a good actor. His character was Ken, a serious and disciplined student who fought emerging threats with the Combo Rangers. He never needed a stunt double since he was good enough to do his own fighting and acrobatics. Kenjy liked to accompany his co-stars in interviews and although he was reserved towards them, he did not approve of Wendy being teased by the others. After the series ended in 1987, he would continue acting in several films before he retired a few years later due to personal issues.
During the 90’s, Kenjy became interested in illegal racing, even competing in several races himself. He also began to commit crimes, such as robbing businesses and stealing car parts to modify sports cars. He would meet another criminal named Dominic and they would work together as hired thugs, stealing and attacking different targets sent by the people who hired them. Eventually, Kenjy and Dominic were hired by the Sea Serpent Prince Shai to be his full-time thugs and to this day, Kenjy continues his criminal activities while evading detection from the police.
Appearance
Kenjy as a child was of medium height and thin build. His greatest characteristic was his black hair that covered much of his face, despite which he could still see well. He wore a silver earring and his signature clothing of choice was a white t-shirt with ripped sleeves under a dark blue vest along with black sweatpants and a brown belt.
As a teenager, he did not have many changes apart from growing to a considerable height. He became completely different as an adult, however, cutting out his black bangs and leaving his hair short with a pompadour and a shaved face, preferring to wear black clothes.
Relationships
Kenjy does not have many friends as he is usually a reserved person. He is friendly and social to those who are familiar with him but he doesn’t tend to go far in relationships.
Curiosities
- As a child, Kenjy had bangs that covered a large part of his face and as such, was not considered attractive. In 2020, teenage girls began to admire many influencers on TikTok who had bangs, calling them “Basta sos re lindo,” or “Li’l cuties” in Argentinian slang.
- His adult design is based on that of Romanian singer Mihai Gruia and his criminal activities are based on those of Han Lue from the Fast and Furious film series.
- Kenjy and Wendy are on good terms with each other since he never treated her badly and although Kenjy dislikes royalty as they are related to the law and power, he is happy that Wendy became a queen.
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