#he has to be as dorky as he is regal

[wilmvandrr]

lil jason render because I love him <3

[sweetbunpura]

RSA Leader and Vice leaders

Whoops, so these guys would not leave my mind, so help me seven. The only thing I couldn't come up with was the name of the dorms.

Andrew "Andy" Lovington: Dorm leader of RSA Hearts adj, Based on "Alice", Short blond hair with a blue headband, blue eyes, kind but a little ditzy, 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Looking Glass" - Makes a mirror that can hide someone or multiple people in it, they must keep quiet or to a low speaking voice or else the people outside the mirror will hear them.

Bigsy "Hatley" McGee: Vice dorm leader of RSA Hearts adj, based on "Mad Hatter", Black, long light brown hair tied back in a ponytail, wears a green top hat, Grey eyes, mysterious and a bit strange, 2nd year, calls Yuu "Love." Unique Magic: "Tea Time" - Halts time for an hour, can't exceed time limit or he blacks out.

Sissel Kingscholar: Dorm leader of RSA Savana adj, based on "Kovu", Lion beastman, Cousin to Leona, long darker brown hair that has a few braids in it, scar over his eye, yellow eyes, kind but nervous, 2nd year, first year as a dorm leader. Unique Magic: "Lion's Light" - Brings an area into a bountiful lagoon.

Pine Voiser: Vice dorm leader of RSA Savana adj, based on "Maximus", horse beastman, medium length white hair, olive eyes, stoic but a gentleman, 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Captain's Orders" - Gives orders to whoever is in the area of effect.

Riley Nights: Dorm leader of RSA Scarabia adj, based on "Aladdin", short brown hair, tan, friendly yellow eyes, Magicless, very kind and friendly, 2nd year.

Nanu Coulette: Vice Dorm leader of RSA Octa adj, based on "Lilo", Long black hair, TWST equivalent of being Hawaiian, warm brown eyes, Extremely kind and goofy, 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Through my eyes" - Is able to see and talk through his scrump doll, can't use magic through the doll.

Jahzi Al-Asim: Vice dorm leader of RSA Scarabia adj, based on "Jasmine", long brown hair, red eyes, generous and kind (except to Jamil), 2nd year. Unique Magic: "Tiger's eye" - Calms down anyone he casts the spell on, must be looking into his eyes.

Grooves Heights: Dorm leader of RSA Igni adj, Fae, based on "Hercules", medium blond hair, black, vibrant green eyes, nerdy and bubbly, 3rd year, Twin Brother: Lute. Unique Magic: "Olympus' Might" - Grants super strength and durability for a limited time or until he cancels it.

(newly added) Amur Heklia: Jahzi's retainer and best friend, a tiger beastman based on "Raj" who appears at NRC because he's worried about Jahzi being close to Jamil. Neither him of Jahzi are fond of Jamil.

(newly added) Julies Roan: A beastman deer prince, based on "Bambi" hailing from a densely covered forest city located in the Shaftlands. Neige's Vice Dorm leader and a bit nervous and timid kinda guy.

Lute Heights: Vice dorm leader of RSA Igni adj, Fae, based on Hercules' Pegasus, medium blond hair, black, vibrant orange eyes, smooth and dorky, 3rd year, Twin Brother: Grooves. Unique Magic: "Hero's Flight" - Manifest wings to fly around, wings are strong enough to carry people.

Prince Phara: Dorm leader of RSA Dia adj, based on "Prince Philip", short silver hair, keeps a sword at his waist at all times, very gentlemanly and regal, brown eyes, 3rd year, Magicless.

Randolph "Ram": Vice dorm leader of RSA Dia adj, based on "Beast", Ox beastman, large man, long and messy brown hair, Black, short and blunt, stormy gray eyes, 3rd year. Unique Magic: "Hollow Stealth" - Grants the user stealth for a few mins

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Alford Plea

EPILOGUE - Life Sentence

PAIRING:  Chef! Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader 

WARNINGS: it’s nasty, it’s in the kitchen, Simon’s a dick, Reader’s a dick and this is some next level self-insertion. 18+ only.

4 part series + 1 "epilogue", all written, updates every Sat

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

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Alford Plea: A guilty plea containing a protestation of innocence.

or

Where you knew that fucking your boss could not possibly end well, but you did it anyway, because what else were you going to do?  Not fuck him?

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THEN

He wants to kiss you.

For what feels like the thousandth time that night, Simon Riley finds his attention inadvertently drawn to his chef de partie, and it’s getting ridiculous.  Embarrassing.  Reckless.

He finds that his eyes linger on the soft lines bracketing your mouth when you smile widely, genuinely, the way you lean forward to hear the bartender over the chaos of the bar, the way it makes your skirt ride up on the backs on your thighs.  How, whatever you say makes the bartender giggle and soon, you’re almost hanging across the bar,  your heads close together in an intense conversation  like you’re best friends plotting the end of the world.      

Simon’s attention is dragged away from you and back to the table, and from that point forward, the evening turns raucous.  Though most of the staff are supposed to be back at work bright and early the next morning, the mood is relaxed and the alcohol is free-flowing and discounted. 

But his eyes never drift too far from you.  Fuck, he wants to kiss you, and it’s making him think stupid thoughts.  

He watches you, trying to think of the right combination of words to say to you that will make you open to him the way you’ve opened up to the rest of them.   Simon’s sure of what he wants but he’s in dire need of the courage for it.  There’s a power differential, he’s your employer, and you’ve finally started to get along with him. 

Well.  You’re not at each other’s throats all the time now. 

He looks down at his drink at the sobering thought and hums noncommittally at the tale Soap’s regalling, but when he looks back up, you’re sitting on a bar stool by yourself, looking down at your phone. Now there’s an opportunity, he thinks to himself, as he stands up and gives the table a vague story about getting a refill.  

When he’s at the bar, he has barely a second before you use one gorgeous, bare leg to hook around a bar stool and pull it closer to you.  Your eyes are mischievous, he thinks, bright and shiny and fucking gorgeous, and maybe…maybe he’ll just stay with you for a drink.  Check on you, see how you’re settling in at work.  That’s all.  He’s your employer, you’ve both been drinking, you’re both rota’d on for work tomorrow…the whole thing would be too awkward.  A bad idea, if he’s ever had one.  

But then you throw a roguish grin at him and what he’s wanted all along—to kiss you?  With one smile, you’ve just changed it—you’ve just turned it into a language in his head. 

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You’re funny, he realises.  In fact, there’s so many things about you that he’s never noticed while you’ve been at work, while he’s been too busy barking orders at you or throwing specs at you or breathing down your neck while you’re plating up.   You’re funny and dorky and your smile is…kind of perfect.

And tonight, you’re different with him.  You’re relaxed and the alcohol’s made you bolder and—God help him—you’re flirting with Simon.  You’re laughing and teasing and taunting him, and you’re not too far gone, but you are just tipsy enough to miss when Simon casually switches to drinking water instead.  

It feels like only moments later, so lost you are in each other, that it’s last calls at the bar—the two of you have long since given up on the rest of the staff—and you’re grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers, and pushing him into a taxi before you stumble in yourself.

You’re laughing with him, at him, and it feels like the easiest thing in the world.  Simon is a mess of instinct and adrenaline and the rush of discovering this new side to you—they all blend together in his mind and his body, and he doesn’t ever ever want it to stop.  So he’s pleasantly surprised when you grab his face, still babbling, still so sassy and you’re about to kiss him, you practically pounce on him but—

“No making sex in my taxi!”   

The speed with which you retreat from Simon leaves him stunned for a second, breathless and when his eyes blink open, your eyes are bright, mischief making the corners of your eyes crease, and you’re using both your hands to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your throat.

Simon laughs and leans back against the seat.  “Alright mate, no making sex in your taxi,” he calls out to the driver.  He turns to you with mock seriousness, trying very hard to hide a smile of his own. “No making sex.”

“In his taxi,” you murmur, looking straight at him, and fuck.  You say it like a promise.

“In his taxi,” Simon repeats, dumbstruck.  There is no ground under his feet, and free-falling has never felt so effortless.

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You’re still giggling uncontrollably, saying…something, struggling with your keys, still failing to open the door to your flat, and Simon finds his arms reaching towards you, almost of their own accord.  He turns you to face him, one hand cradling your face.  His other arm hesitates, then hovers, then settles over your waist, naturally moulding to your contours and lines, and you take one step closer to him.  Into him.  

Simon doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system making you loose and pliant and so fucking warm, but he finds that he doesn’t care.  For what feels like the first time in hours, you’ve shut up.  You’re not giggling or recounting stories or teasing him.  No, you’re doing that thing that women do that drive men like Simon insane.  You’re alternating between looking at his eyes and his lips.  Waiting for him to make the first move.    You lick your own chapped lips, and this is it, Simon thinks.  He’s going to kiss you now, and nothing about your relationship will ever be the same.  He finds the thought scary, unsettling…but all doubt dissipates like tendrils of smoke when he finds that your eyes close and you lean forward all the same.

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NOW

You’re wriggling against Simon, trying to get comfortable, but he only grunts, and his arm tightens in response against your chest.   The unconscious action makes you smile and blush.  Like a moron.

You’d ended up napping on the floor after the night’s…activities, and you’ve got your back to his chest while his back leans against the legs of the deep fat fryer.  Simon’s been kind enough to put his whites down under the two of you, so you have the particular privilege of leaning against his bare chest.  

And it’s…nice.  Comforting.  

The moment’s ruined with the blaring sound of your alarm going off on your phone—it startles you and you curse out loud as you try to shut it off.  He moans in his sleep and you freeze, a quiet whisper of fucking shit leaving you anyway, before he settles.  You’re just starting to relax against him when his arm squeezes around you again, and warm breath is at your neck.

“You are the noisiest woman I know,” he murmurs and kisses your neck slowly.  Gentle kisses, open-mouthed and slow, so you can relish in the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.  He takes his time and all rational thought flees your brain as you relax into it, moaning softly, making his arm tighten around you some more.  

He flips you around slowly, deliberately, giving you the opportunity to refuse him, but his mouth stays blessedly on your skin through it so the thought of protestation doesn’t even enter your mind.  When you’re finally facing him, your first thought is how the streak of early morning sunlight entering the kitchen lights up the brown of his eyes, making them look like the exact shade of honey you prefer in your tea.

“You didn’t mind that so much last night, Chef.”

“Noisy,” he whispers against the skin of your jaw.  “Infuriating and fucking pretty and talented, bratty and loud and…”  Your loud gasp at his audacity only makes him laugh and he draws you closer to kiss you.  He kisses you with all of the previous night’s passion and then some, and you’re particularly enjoying the way his hand moves down your spine, settling on your ass.

“You didn’t mind,” you remind him against his lips.  “In fact, I remember you wanting me to be louder, wanting me to say your name when you were inside me…didn’t you, Simon?”

He groans into your kiss and you gasp when he smacks your ass, then squeezes it.  “Infuriating,” he repeats without any real heat behind his words.

“Yeah.  I think you liked how loud I was…think you liked it the other night too…”

“And I’ll love it tonight.”

That stops you in your tracks.  “Tonight?  You’re awfully optimistic about getting laid again.”

“Yeah.”  It’s all he says, before he’s kissing you again.  The man is not not arrogant a day in his life, and you find that it suits you just fine. 

 “We should probably get out of here,” you whisper.  “Let’s go home, I’ll make some breakfast.  We have to be back here in…” you groan as you note the time, “..two hours.” 

Simon pauses slightly and laces your fingers between his.  “You don’t want to talk about this?”

“Do you?”

“You work for me.  And fraternising with—”

“Fraternizing?”  You can’t help but laugh at him, and you really have to bite it back when he glares at you.  “Sorry.”

Another smack to your ass for the cheek you’re giving him.  “Just for that, I’m putting you on the rota for the next two Sundays.”  He swallows.  “You’re being easier than I thought you’d be.  This is easier than I thought it’d be.”

“I work for you.  You’re my boss, I’m a woman, and if people find out, it’s not going to look good.”  You push his hair back from his face and bring your lips against his again.  “But, I still want this.  Do you?”

The sound that leaves him is pure disbelief, but he kisses you anyway.  It goes on for a while, and you’re left gasping against his mouth when he rearranges you to sit right on top of dick.  His dick which is definitely, ahem, awake, twitching against your clothed crotch.   When his mouth moves to your ear, you hold your breath in anticipation.  “I like crème fraîche in m’scrambled eggs.”

“You’re a bastard,” you gasp, quickly undoing his trousers and seating yourself on him in record time and, oh.  Oh.  He’s deliciously hard inside you.   The shocked noise that leaves his throat makes you gush between your legs and he is instantly fucking up into you, just like he’s discovered you like.  “Such a bastard, Simon,” you moan.

“You like it though,” he huffs.  “Know y’do.  The whole neighbourhood knows you like this.”  His words are casual, but he’s fucking you in earnest now, one arm holding you in place, while the other caresses the back of your hair.  “Know what this sweet cunt likes, pretty.”

“Fuck…”

“Know how you l-like to be fucked.  Gonna make y’come, just like this.”

The words make you blink your eyes open and look at him.  He’s beautiful like this, his eyes warm and affectionate despite the intimacy of what you’re doing, despite how dirty this whole thing is.  “Feels so good, sweet girl.  You want t’come on my cock, love?”

“Simon,” you gasp in response.  There’s a small, delicate spot inside you, and he hits it, nails it, over and over and over, making you feel like this is how you’ll lose your mind.   

“Such a bratty fuckin’ attitude, so confident and sexy in m’kitchen, but you like being bossed around, don’t you?  Like bein’ told what to do.”

“Simon,” you whimper, and it’s the only word you know how to say any more.  Your helplessness seems to encourage him, spur him on, and he bites your neck.  He doesn’t apply any real pressure, and his tongue instantly salves over where his teeth were to soothe your skin, but it’s enough for you.  It’s more than enough for you, and you cry out, clenching over his cock.   His rhythm falters and the sound he makes ends up sounding like he’s straddling the line between heaven and hell right now. 

“Gonna make a mess of’y’love,” he moans.  “Gonna come so deep, gonna stuff you full.  And you’ll keep me inside you, won’t you?”  You’re groaning a yes, please, yes Simon please before he’s even done asking you.  It doesn’t take too long after that, and with a half-shout, Simon’s coming deep inside you.  He thrusts into you through it, pushing it all deep inside you while he shudders and shivers through the aftershocks.  

You lie back down on his chest, trying to calm your breathing but watch as he tilts his head up to the ceiling, mouthing a silent fuck.  A small, satisfied smile breaks out on your face and you close your eyes, but they fly open at his blurted words.     

“I want t’keep doing this.”

“I–yeah, me too.”

Simon’s eyes dart around the kitchen quickly, as though suddenly realising where the two of you were.  “I want to see where this can go.  But.  I dont want y’to feel like I’m takin’ advantage—”

You grab his hand and bring it down to your pussy where you’re dripping.   Almost instantly, like it’s a reflex, he starts to toy with your clit and you jerk from the stimulation. 

“Shut up,” you moan.  “Take advantage whenever you like.”

“Dirty girl,” he grits out, and uses two fingers to gather his come and shove it back into you.  Your eyes fly open at the action and you choke.  “Y’want this?”

“Mmhm, yeah I want this.”

You don’t realise it at that moment, but you’ve both started a chain of events from which there is no going back, for the both of you.  

You don’t realise it but six months from this exact moment—when Simon proposes, in this very kitchen, by this very deep fat fryer—you’ll think back to this.  You’ll think about how all your life, you thought you knew what sex was, what love was, and the difference between the two. 

“Still gonna ride your ass for your limp salads and burnt roux, Chef.”

“Good,” you say, grinning.  “And I’m still gonna make a better ragu than you, Chef.”

Simon scoffs in that patented way that is so Simon, and you can’t help but grin wider.  “Gonna make you work three Sundays, love.”

“Yes, Chef,” you murmur, and kiss him again.

And there it is.  That’s what you’ve begun.  Sex and love and Simon—they’re all about to become the same to you.

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Taglist: @mykneeshurt || @random-thot-generator|| @xintothewoodswegox

A/N: And that's it folks! Thank you SO MUCH for all the support and the enthusiasm and all the love you've given this series, my pussy is humbled by it all 💕

Alford Plea is officially "complete" (i.e., i've written everything that I originally planned) but I'll pop in with a few drabbles or outtakes, now and then. My request box is also open, so if there's something in particular you want to see...maybe we can make some 💫magic💫 happen?

[knownangels]

blood pressure

It’s rare that anyone is invited to one of their outings. They’re not quite girls nights, because Nomi’s brow does a cute little furl at the label. Doesn’t quite apply, even if it gives each date a label Matilda knows she’s coveted since she was a kid. Girls night meant having friends, meant being invited and involved and wanted. Included. 

So on the off-chance that outsiders are invited, it’s usually not one of the boys. Xavier occasionally, if “out” means club or pizza. Benji, if it’s a quiet tag-along to the art store and cafe afterwards. Naima and-slash-or Mouse to dinner, Lark on one catastrophically memorable bar trip where Matilda had, of course, roped him into an argument after receiving a free drink from some weirdo regular.  

Maran hasn’t come with them. Yet. 

But Matilda is, if not anything else, very perceptive when it comes to her best friend. Nomi is about as elusive as they come. And while it might be easy to say she wants to untangle the mystery for the prestige of it, the bragging rights of understanding such a strange little creature…well, it’d be a lie. At the end of the day she wants Nomi happy. She’d do quite honestly anything to see that goal realized — as mushy and cringe and over-warm as admitting that makes her feel. 

As of late, Nomi has seemed the happiest and most herself when her little buzz cut shadow is following her around. Matilda is protective of Maran in a way that Benji probably relates to. But that protectiveness won’t stop her from putting him on a hook just for Nomi. He’s the perfect little colorful wriggling lure. 

She’ll settle for bragging rights of matchmaker. Even though their orbit around each other seems destined for an adorable, dorky collision.

Like now, at the shopping center food court, the two of them are leaned across the table into each others’ space. Nomi’s babbling about her latest convention trip — Atlanta or Nashville or something down south, where she’d been a national or regional or whatever finalist in a cosplay competition. Her manicured black fingernail taps along her phone screen, swiping picture after picture of costumes that Matilda has to begrudge as…really well-crafted. Unless it’s Nomi, or Xavier talking her to sleep with some NatGeo history documentary in the background, Matilda really prefers not to give nerds their flowers. 

Keeps them humble.

But she does love listening to Nomi regale the drama and politics behind the scene. She had no idea these sorts of activities could be so deliciously cutthroat. Trophies and titles and controversy, lying and cheating and sabotage? 

“Who knew a bunch of video game obsesseès could be cunty?”

“Oh man,” Maran says, tapping Nomi’s wrist to stop her swiping. “Is that a Soul Caliber one? That’s so good.” 

“That’s Josette.” Nomi says with a twist of admiration and spite that pulls Matilda’s full interest. “She’s just cunty.”

Maran’s eyes go big. “I thought that was good?”

“Bad cunty, Mar.” Matilda reaches across to pat his cheek. “Start taking notes.” 

Nomi pouts at the grid of gorgeously color-graded, professionally-taken, and expertly-posed pictures.

“Well I can’t bend that way.” She grumbles, lifting another mouthful of noodles. It’s certainly more difficult to chew with her chin propped in her hand, but somehow she manages — and looks cute, too.

“You shrimp sit in your chair for fourteen hours a day.” Matilda points out, voice overlapping with Maran’s exclamation:

“Flexibility is so important overall though, Noms.” He does a little arm-over-elbow stretch. Clearly, he thinks he’s being motivating. Matilda isn’t sure he realizes that he’s showing off. “Just a few minutes a day, like while you’re waitin’ for your tea or whatever. Helps out so much, promise. Posin’ too!” 

Matilda hms thoughtfully, sensing an opportunity. “Overall, huh?” She has the pleasure of watching the gears shift in Nomi’s head. 

“Posing flexibility.” She downs another too-big bite of noodles thoughtfully. “Well…Oh! D’you suppose it helps sex, too? Like positions? I’ve always had a few I wanted to try but—”

Matilda lifts a hand to her mouth, refusing to show her cards through the smirk. She loves when Nomi gets like this. Matter-of-fact but totally socially inept with her curiosity at play. She can’t help but glance their friend’s way — he’s faring much worse than amusement. 

Maran sits there with his jaw nearly unhinged, fork paused halfway to his mouth. He is going hilariously, incrementally red. 

“I would assume so,” Matilda says, but only after she pauses to gather herself. “Maran said overall health, right? Give it a month and I’ll bet you could—”

“Maran are you feeling alright?”

“Yes.” Maran stutters. Liar, Matilda thinks fondly. Fucking awful one.

“When’s the last time you got your blood pressure checked?” Matilda snickers. “Gotta be careful with the junk food. You can have all the flexibility you want but if it comes to blood pressure, sex is totally off the table.” She pauses, snorts. “No pun intended.”

“On the table,” Nomi says absentmindedly, as if she’s got a running list of positions she’d like to try and is adding to that. As if. Matilda knows she does. “Is that true about blood pressure and sex?”

“Girl, why do you think you’re always hearing stories about old men stroking out mid-stroke?”

“Why is your example always old men.” 

“You are so desperate to hear about my sexual escapades.” Matilda loftily teases. “Maybe you should try having some of your own?”

“I’m trying—”

Maran stands abruptly. They both look at him. 

“Mar?”

“You alright?”

“I need to go.” He blurts. Then somehow goes redder. “I mean I’ve got to piss.” His eyes widen, almost look teary. “I mean I’ll be right back I need—”

“Some air?” Matilda offers. She points towards the other end of the mall, where there’s a little atrium and open windows. Maran nods jerkily and then dashes in the wrong direction. They watch him stumble, look over his shoulder, avoid eye contact with either of them, and then rush past to go the opposite and correct direction. 

When he’s out of sight, Matilda levels Nomi with one of their patented Looks. 

“You’re going to kill him before you can test his blood pressure.” Matilda steals a bite of her remaining ramen. “Or flexibility.”

Nomi blinks at her. Owlish and pretty and totally fucking obtuse behind her giant glasses. 

Matilda would kill for her. Maybe not with her bare hands - gross. But definitely kill.

[writing-and-rebloging]

Who is your favourite so far in what in hell is bad?

And Opinions and thoughts on the four Kings?

Uh... Hi! And thanks for asking! (did you ask every blog that posts about WHB? It's fun seeing the difference in opinions, tbh) anyway! This isn't going to be short, but I hope it's fun!

Let's see... Out of the Ars' it's probably Eligos, easily. I mean, look at him, he's cute, clingy, wants to be loved, easy to bully. An all around pretty boy. What else can I ask? That he also likes being roughed up? Sitri, Leraye and Bael come as close seconds too

As for the kings... Let's start with Satan!

Fluffy. Hair. I just love how it makes him looks like a lamb. And I completely agree with what someone said about the contrast between the suits of the nobles and his funky track suit, and the fact that he looks like the most approachable of the kings. He seems to be a more relaxed, easygoing one considering the "drinks with lesser demons" and the few snaps of him and Sitri. I think we will see four distinct sides of him: the respectable, dutiful king; the easygoing dude you can have a tea beer with; the scary, threatening demon who will remind us not to get too cozy and finally, the most intimate, "dude is Depressed" side, the part of him that lashes out to prevent tears, the part of him that can't quite gather the strength to get out of bed, the one that will gather a collective "I can fix him" reaction.

He's capable of blood manipulation, too, which is a very interesting, creativity oriented power and fits his overall theme to a T. AND, he is canonically a switch (likes both giving and receiving spankings)! His bath card, too. He looks really pretty and delicate in that one.

All in all, I love his design, and I think I'm going to like him a lot once the game is published.

Mammon! Now, I have a few gripes about him. Starting from Obey Me!Mammon, who kinda fits on every other thing I absolutely love to see, minus the financial irresponsibility. So the bar is kinda high, because I keep comparing how much I like OM!Mamms. There's also the fact that Mammon is huge. It's an artist choice, yes, we see that with how narrow Satan's shoulders are in his cards, and the fact that Leviathan should have a more princely figure instead of really really broad shoulders. It makes sense, with Mammon, because he is pure muscle, but it's just not my type in general, and he is specially broad, as seen on his cards, past the point of the usual buff characters I like. So yeah, high expectations + too much muscle is a rough start. And then there's the feet, but I'm pretending I do not see, because that seem like something that will show up a lot.

On a more positive note, I like how they went a different route with him. He's not consumed by the need to have it all, because everything already belongs to him, and he is "generous" and "benevolent" instead, "letting" people have this and that. He could come across as a douchy, entitled ass instead of a dorky, soft idiot, so that's to be seen. Hopefully it's the second 9/10 times. He sounds like a ruthless fighter, too. Not my fav, but I don't hate him either. 7/10 ig? His tits are massive tough, and I love that. Hope he's as dumb as his tits are big.

Oh! I like his design, too. The way he creates gold from his own body, how regal his clothes look, the claws and rings, the gold and black, broken horn, really pretty! And gives a little variety. You can appreciate the twinks better with a massive dude like him around. The mirror selfie is so far my favorite card of his so far.

Levi time! He's pretty. Really pretty. He looks like a prince, and I dare say he likes degradation. Once again, the Obey Me thoughts stike, but they feel vastly different as well. He's not a shut in otaku, but he is canonically agoraphobic (afraid of open/crowded spaces), and likes shutting himself in his coffin. He has a coffin, too! He sleeps on a coffin! And he likes getting choked of all things! Which, someone pointed out in the whb tags, is actually a risky practice, but it fits him perfectly.

I like Leviathan, probably my favorite king of the four, but I do have to say that his horns remind me of a deer more than a coral reef, and his overall look doesn't help with that. Still, the suits, the dignified demeanor, his gloves... I like the style, and I want to ruin him because of it, which fits with the overall vibe we get of him so far. He wants that. Craves it, even. And I know there's a lot of self hatred (and love, in a twisted way, which someone else kindly pointed out) there to play with. The fact that he has a harem, and probably indulges in it to some degree or the other is fantastic too. And I love me a summoner.

The free (play store) pre register bathroom card is definitely my favorite of his, but the selfie one is also beautiful. I'd say his are the prettiest cards so far, but I'm biased. Hope he has some snake things going on, since the Leviathan was a biblical sea snake/dragon/creature, and envy is often represented by the snake as well. Wouldn't complain if we can call him a doe though.

Last but not least... Beelzebub.

His purple gems things on his pants need to go. Asap. It's just... No. The shoes are not my cup of tea either, and the pants could use a tear or two on the other leg to balance things out. The rest of Beel is actually really pretty. I like the whole tattoo and piercing thing he seems to have going on, and his horn is a favorite of mine. I love how it's implied that his food is Not Edible by anyone but him, too. It's fun that he's probably a terrible cook, considering the main outlet for gluttony is food.

He is described as "lovely", although he looks more like a little shit (positive) and I can't picture him as someone kind, yet, but definitely someone fun in one way or the other. He seems to be craving the happy chems that traveling give him, and in a loop of tossing things at his brain until one sticks for long enough to stop the Shitty Feeling. He is also the embodiment of gluttony, so it's likely that he never gets enough of it, too, and that he just wants more and more. Seeing different places, meeting new people, trying different things, doing new things, even when everything moves at a neck-break pace that he can't keep up anymore until he burns out, and then rinse and repeat. He and Satan probably struggle with their own heads a lot, too. I don't quite like his fetish, though (ironic, given that Bael has the same and he is in the top 5).

He's... Not my favorite, really, and it probably shows. But he's not terrible, and I appreciate him a little bit more after this. My favorite card of his is probably going to be the one where he has to get a shot. He looks pretty when he cries.

[mysticstars1201]

Hello there! It's Mystic!

Over the month, I've fallen deep into my love for the Party Crashers aka the YouTubers who scream over Mario Party. In fact, I've made two separate yet interconnected AUs (alternate universes) for these sexy men (it makes more sense if you watch them). These AUs are referred to as the Main AU and the Mirror AU, the latter being a way darker version of the main AU. I figured I would go a bit more in-depth with these AUs. Also, this is a rundown as more info on the AUs can be found here for the Main AU and here for the Mirror AU.

The Main AU

The Setting (The Main AU)

The place where we find ourselves is a star-shaped island named Party Island, its prominent landmark being the purple Hall of Gamers. This acts as the gateway to the five sections as well and has an upper floor where the rulers have their meetings. It also has a basement and is where the founder of the island Toxstar watches the island. The areas of the island are the Kingdom of Skill (a forest area), the TCNation (a snowy area), the Vernation (a dreamy area), the Sophisticated Society (a rocky area), and the "Colin Colony" (not established as a nation but is for those who don't follow the rulers).

The Cast (The Main AU)

Brent - Ruler of the Kingdom of Skill, a caring figure despite his moments of sternness being a king with his sword Sterling.

Nick - Ruler of the TCNation, a frosty and proud figure who's known for being smug despite karma constantly biting him in the ass.

Vernias - Ruler of the Vernation, a bright figure who does have an inner volcano he isn't afraid to let out when people tick him off.

Sophist - Ruler of the Sophisticated Society, a chaotic figure who enjoys being an evil supervillain wearing his purple birthday suit.

Croc of Skill - Brent's feisty pet crocodile with a regal bite that will go after anyone who dares mention his lack of what would be a tail.

Prince Cuddles - Nick's pet penguin although sweet around him is just as if not more egotistical than his non-Pip-speaking owner.

Vernidee - Vernias' pet whatever who is much like his pink owner, always wanting to help out their pets even if they don't want it.

Muffins - Sophist's pet cat with a knack for chaos, having a seemingly endless amount of stuff within her purple top hat.

Toxstar - The original creator of Party Island despite not being active rather sits on top of the Hall of Gamers napping or whatnot.

Colin Kelly - A dorky teenager who happened to show up on the island through unknown means and enjoys listening to music.

Sajin - Colin's neighbor and by far one of the most extroverted people living in not just the "Colin Colony" but Party Island in general.

The Mirror AU

The Setting (The Mirror AU)

Sidenote: As mentioned, this is a brief rundown of the AU as it's a lot more complicated so I highly suggest you check out the document I created for the AU.

Taking place three years from the main AU and connected to it via a magical mirror that exists in both AUs, Party Island in this AU is anything but a paradise. Here, the nations have fallen into a dystopian nightmare after the rulers had a brutal fight due to reasons only they know, after which have fallen into irreversible insanity.

The Cast (The Mirror AU)

Because this is an alternate universe, everyone in the Mirror AU goes by M!(blank) with a few cases of not being such that will be acknowledged below.

M!Brent - The former and now insane ruler of the Kingdom of Skill, also referred to as Brent, the Ruthless Slasher.

M!Nick - The former and now insane ruler of the TCNation, also referred to as Nick, the Frosty Slow-Burner.

M!Vernias - The former and now insane ruler of the Vernation, also referred to as Vernias, the Cosmic Turret.

M!Sophist - The former and now insane ruler of the Sophisticated Society, also referred to as Sophist, the Crystalized Slacker.

M!Croc of Skill - The former pet of Brent as he's now trying to survive out in the world with the rest of the rulers' pets along Toxstar.

M!Prince Cuddles - The former pet of Nick as he's now trying to survive out in the world with the rest of the rulers' pets along Toxstar.

M!Vernidee - The former pet of Vernias as they're now trying to survive out in the world with the rest of the rulers' pets along Toxstar.

M!Muffins - The former pet of Sophist as she's now trying to survive out in the world with the rest of the rulers' pets along Toxstar.

M!Toxstar - Killed by the rulers while trying to stop the fight that started it all, now a wandering spirit questioning everything.

M!Colin/Connor - Although appearing emo on the outside, he's a traumatized victim inside the "shell". Living in the Main AU.

Firefly - Connor's pet who's always there for him whenever he's going through any bad moments in his life. Living in the Main AU.

M!Sajin - Killed by M!Vernias who thought he was a dummy as his undead corpse is wandering Party Island in search of Connor.

[badjohnspeakeasy]

Time for a Crackpot Theory (Webcomic Spoilers)

One-Punch Man Webcomic readers might remember this guy. The Neo Leader and Great Prophet Infelsinave, founder of the Church of Otherworldly Reincarnation. He had nearly a million loyal followers, and he joined the Neo Heroes to fight for justice or something.

I don't think he ever said a single fuggin' word, so I guess if one wanted to list his positive traits, you could call him stoic and humble.

His fighting abilities were probably negligeable, other than the well-built suit of armor underneath his regal robes, but he was elected a Neo Leader due to his admittedly vast influence.

He had divine powers, whatever that means.

To be quite honest, I use the phrase "might remember" because he's pretty forgettable.

He was murdered recently.

As you can see, he had a tough go of it during his first battle and wound up dead in the road.

I'm here to give the prophet his due and investigate his murder a little. Let's put on our detective hats and examine the evidence.

He got a hole punched in his Neo Hero armor by a monster.

The monster killed him, then bounced. It's quite possible that's all it was; a monster saw Infelsinave, brutally ran him through, then walked away.

But notice that his homies were there to witness the murder. A horde of allies who were as weak as Infelsinave survived the attack without so much as being looked at by the murderer.

Are monsters usually that selective? No! Monsters are typically connoisseurs of surplus killing, like weasels targeting hordes of hapless mice.

So, why didn't the monster go on to maul the rest of the Neo Heroes present? Why were the other humans on-scene not worth its aggression?

So, that's my first piece of evidence; the monster seemed to have a grudge against Lord Infelsinave specifically.

But we don't know a single person with enmity towards Lord Infelsinave, do we? He had a lot of followers, which means he probably had plenty of detractors. Maybe there was a monster who hated cult leaders? In that case, we'd have no idea who killed him.

But what if, and bear with me on this, the monster didn't have a beef with Infelsinave in particular?

What if the monster was looking for a different person, and mistook Infelsinave for someone we know a little better?

I have a long-shot theory; whatever attacked Infelsinave was actually hunting our friendly neighborhood Saitama.

Both are bald, both wear flowing garments (Saitama's cape, and Infelsinave's dorky cloak), and though their similarities are only passing, Saitama has a bland enough look that Infelsinave's attacker might have made the honest mistake of killing the Neo Leader like a dog without taking a closer gander for Saitama's trademark perfunctory visage.

Now, who has the power to smash through Neo Hero armor like butter, a grudge against Saitama, and the speed to assault Infelsinave and leave before his Neo Hero squad could react?

Well...any Demon-level monster, really. Awakened Cockroach, Bug God, Royal Ripper, or even the Lion Eating Zebra could probably speedblitz Infelsinave and leave, unfraught by any Neo Goon resistance.

But I have a theory.

It was THIS GUY. The Ninja Village Leader!

He has the skills,

he has the motive,

and he's so unfamiliar with Saitama that mistaking Infelsinave for him would be believable.

Call me a gormless gumshoe. Mistake my detective hat for tin-foil. But I'd bet a fat Hamilton ($10) that the Ninja Village Leader is the culprit who eliminated Infelsinave, and he did it under the mistaken belief that he was taking down Saitama, the man who beat him up and stole all his cool ninja stuff.

Mystery solved!

"But BadJohn, Infelsinave is alive!"

No he's not. That's baloney. That guy is a fucking robot husk designed to fool his followers and steal all his money.

I'm not crazy, YOU'RE crazy

[onna-musha-mari]

Oh I totally agree that uneven freckles are just the cutest thing for a character to have. It's those little imperfections that make them 'human' after all, even a perfect being like a Startouch Elf, needs a flaw or two to round out their amazing designs!

My favourite things about each character are similar, but there are some small differences. Mainly, I have a type, and that usually includes confident, intelligent guys with pointy ears. (If you want to know my type when it comes to women, I'm happy to share.)

But yeah, here's my list for each character, lol.

For Lotor, it's his suave mannerisms and overall regal nature. I love how he confidently stands up for himself and his beliefs, and while he has no reason to be kind (given his upbringing) he truly cares for those he rules over, and wishes them nothing but peace.

For Aaravos it started off as his voice and his appearance, my GOD, they wrote the perfect villain for TDP. But after some time, it was how silly and charming he could be when he let down his walls a little, and how sweet and gentle he was before his daughter was cruelly ripped away from him. All in all, I just want this love shaped blob of stardust to be happy.

And finally, for Vax, again it started out as his charming good looks and flirty behaviour, but as I got to see the softer, cuter side of him during his adventures, I came to fall for all of him, including his dorky nicknames and crass vocabulary. Lol.

Basically, what started off as "Oh, they're cuuute." turned into "OH MY GOD THEY'RE ADORABLE!" And it stuck. XD

I definitely agree with you on these

And my type is very similar, I mean, I have Alucard and Neuvillette on my f/o list too, and both fit the category in my opinion

Intelligent but also adorable elf-like men my beloved ❤️🙏

[static-sulker]

Tavs as an Origin Character

I know I mainly get attraction only when I post about middle aged men BUT RIGHT NOW I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY TAVS, AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME

This first one Is Sylvan, storm sorcerer tiefling man who has a grudge against everything

Sylvan Diresturm was my first character and my baby. He was born of a regal family and set to marry and have a life planned out completely for him. This was because of his very special power, that needed to be controlled.

His family was set in Waterdeep and known for it's long tiefling heritage and deeply rooted magic, but Sylvan was the first to harness the storm, which could expand the power of the Direstrum family. It was a bit nauseating to try and exist in the world he was pushed into and not really have a choice in his life. The day he was taken on the nautiloid is the day he was meant to marry is arranged fiance, Toraline. He planned to take a break from the life and see whats beyond and if he really wants this life. He planned this with his most trusted assistant who helped with all of his problems around the manor, Arador. They MIGHT have been in love. Maybe. Sylvan won't say anything. When they reached outside the city, the nautiloid took both of them up. While Sylvan got his pod open by the Emperor, Arador wasn't so lucky with his tadpole. He became a follower of the Absolutist at moonrise towers.

His questline if he could be like an origin character would be something along the lines of "The bejeweled Sorcerer" and have a subquest (like karlach) called "The Heart Of The Storm" that goes over what to do when they meet Arador. His story would go through whether he uses his powers to betray the Direstrum family and become his own person. OR if he rejoins the Direstrum family. To not rejoin the family, he needs to go through a more positive playthrough of helping people, specifically with characters with harsher lives (The tieflings in the grove are a pivotal point). He needs to learn that he needs to help people on the ground then just living lavishly. If he goes through a worse playthrough, he'll believe the world won't work for him and needs to go back to his home.

In epilouge, he either returns as a growing bounty hunter and is more happy then not, with whoever he was romanced/romanced by in a lovely little cabin close to Waterdeep. If not, he returns as a noble of the family, and is a lot stricter and closed off. In this run, he cannot be romanced as he returns to his forced marriage.

He's pretty serious and acts like a middleground of Wyll and Minthara (good but still stern). In my route, I romanced Gale so I like to think of how that would go. When Slyvan speaks his last name for the first time when he introduces himself (As an Origin, I think of him being found near the ruins and in a heated conversation with the guys there already. He seems to just be trying to ask if they had seen a friend of his, while the guys-idk what they are called I never remember- believe they are trying to trick him) Gale goes instant fan due to the magical support the Direstrum family has given to Waterdeep. Sylvan is kinda confused by a strange Wizard Man because he barely sees other people in WaterDeep that aren't specifically in the manor. He's not the best at getting out often, so seeing a local know his town more then he does is interesting to say the least.

As an origin character, Sylvan starts the path to romance early, but it isn't anything like actual romance yet. He's still hoping for Arador, but his voice lines will change when speaking with you. Normally it's something stupid like "What is it you need?" or "hmm?" but when seeing a partner with a high approval and specifically is choosing more flirty responses and continue down the path of romance on him he'll be more nervous. "Oh-hells-Hello! What can I do you for?" or "Ah, just the person I was-erm-thinking about." and it's stupid and dorky. MAINLY cause he's a lot more stern. He fully can get the romance path once Arador is revealed to be a follower of the absolute. Arador can either get saved but he won't be the same or he can get killed. If saved, he'll leave and try his own life, but if he dies...Well he dies and Sylvan will be SAD. He'll be a bummed for awhile but he'll chill down. He'd probably set up his tent nearby Wyll and Gale in the main act 1 spot, near the fire in the Shadow-curse (Scared of the dark, won't say shit) and up near withers in baldurs gate. his whole getup is all fancy, like a good mixture of Laezel and Gales.

[h16h-v0l7463]

i can’t write one for Every Single One Of Rigel’s Frames cuz tbh i don’t talk to a lot of em that much BUT here’s some of the ones i do know that i have strongish opinions on!!

bellatrix (rigel’s trinity) - strikes the fear of the gods into me. you know how lettie is a little mean but that’s just how she shows she cares, she’s not actually trying to hurt your feelings? yeah, bella is mean like that but it’s on purpose and it’s because he genuinely hates you and wants to wound you. i appreciate his no nonsense attitude but he always goes straight for the jugular. every time i find myself in his medbay i come out healed physically but having been verbally torn to shreds so viciously that i feel like ive experienced ego death. rigel says he’s like this with everyone and for once i believe that because i don’t think that man has a kind bone in his body. hell of a medic, though.

quasar (rigel’s volt) - see previous post. we are bestieeeeessssss even though he’s usually on some xenomorph shit that scares me a little. he’s like if a horror movie monster was my friend! which is fun tbh lol

taurus (rigel’s rhino) - all brawn, next to no brains, and i love that for him. he’s a beautiful idiot. when i call that man a bimbo i mean it as highest praise, that’s a medal of honor and DAMN does he wear it proud. he’s like if a shredded meathead gym bro was also the nicest guy you’ve ever met and also didn’t know what a caterpillar was. he fascinates me. we’re workout buddies sometimes :)

belet (laz’s valkyr): she acts like his older sister who calls him a dweeb and puts him in a headlock but will kill anyone who looks at him funny. she kinda scares me a bit? i think that’s on purpose. got her to chase a laser pointer once though. she’d never ever admit it BUUUUT every time i sit down to watch “one of my dorky shows and movies” (her terminology, not mine) she always ends up watching from across the room before eventually sitting down. complains the whole time about plot holes and shit but i think she’s just cranky that she’s enjoying it

buer (laz’s caliban) - the kind of guy who calls shit ‘fascinating’ and ‘remarkable’ and ‘astounding’ and says ‘eureka!’ when he solves a problem. talks like he should be scribbling away at a chalkboard somewhere. isn’t very interested in interacting with other people, but will study you like a bug in a jar until he realizes it’s making you uncomfortable. to his credit, he’s polite about it! but i think he would be happier in a lab or a library somewhere. floats around lost in thought an awful lot. laz jokes that he and entrati would get along fantastic, which concerns me because i actually like buer and if that’s what entrati is like when he’s not ruining lives i might be tempted to like him too, which is unforgivable.

styx (laz’s ash) - styx is another umbra like quasar. he’s basically laz’s dad, i think? practically raised him. being around him makes me nervous because i feel like he’s judging me, but he’s not mean about how awkward i am like belet, which i appreciate. very like, quietly regal. acts like the kind of old master i’d expect to se meditating by a pond in the moonlight in a cheesy movie. every day at the crack of dawn he prepares an extravagant pot of loose leaf floral tea that makes the entire backroom smell amazing, but i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen him drink any. it might be more of a habit than anything. every time he interrupts me mid sentence to say ‘that sounds unwise’ it cuts me deep down to the core of my soul because i know he’s right.

palaemon (laz’s hydroid) - like a literal pirate captain has been trapped in a time capsule. also strong and stupid, but not as nice as taurus. i think he could be convinced to pick a fight with a windmill very easily, and would most likely lose. something weird is going on between him and mitsukuri. every time im in the room with him, i feel like im standing next to a guy who doesnt realize he’s the main character of a sitcom.

mitsukuri (laz’s sevagoth) - palaemon’s arch nemesis, i think? or best friend. it’s kinda hard to tell. he’s really aloof and, for lack of a better word, edgy. talks like a comic book villain. always stealing and hiding pal’s shit. his …coat? is alive and he calls it his shadow and talks to it like you’d expect an evil wizard to talk to the crow sitting on his shoulder. i think he might be in love with pal a little bit, but they also act like bitter exes sometimes? im not getting involved with whatever’s happening there tbh. the drama is very entertaining, though!

i can talk about all the ‘alive’ frames i know actually hang on i’m bored lemme do that

[staygoldwriting]

Cousin Buckley: Part 7A (Eddie)

Summary: You’ve fallen for Eddie Munson... but how will you tell Steve? 

Warnings: The purest of fluff (sad Steve???)

Word count: ~1.5k 

My masterlist has parts 1-6! 

A/N: It feels good to be back on the Cousin Buck-Buck track! This is officially when the plot splits! Part 7B about Steve will be up as a separate post 🖤 Enjoy, and please send love!

“So, what should I wear to your concert tomorrow?”

You were leaning against Eddie’s chest as the two of you ate sandwiches in the park. It was your first unofficial date, and you breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice to be honest with your feelings, and Eddie’s understanding nature made it even easier for you to be vulnerable. 

“You can wear whatever you want,” Eddie said, rubbing your arm. “If you want, I can give you a Corroded Coffin t-shirt. I make them.”

“You do?” you asked, looking up at him. He nodded, a bit embarrassed.

“Yeah, I do it for Hellfire too. Dorky, I know.”

“No way! I think it’s really cool. Do you screen print them?”

“Um, yeah, actually I do,” Eddie blushed, taken aback by your interest.

“That’s so cool. I’d love one, please,” you smiled at him, and he nodded.

“Okay, one Corroded Coffin t-shirt for the beautiful Y/N! I will work by candlelight to prove my love and dedication to you!” he said regally.

You smirked at him as you reached up to hold his chin and plant a small kiss on his lips. You could barely hold it because you were so giddy and couldn’t stop smiling.

“Hey, that was weak,” Eddie teased, then puckered up. “Another!”

🖤

After a long day of hanging out, Eddie took you back home to meet with Robin and Steve, who had come home from work about half an hour ago. As you exited the van, you held Eddie’s hand, and he gave it a squeeze.

“I don’t know how I’m going to phrase this to Steve,” you said. “I need to let him down gently. Any tips?”

“Just be honest with him, sweetheart. Steve’s been through a lot of relationships, so it’s not something new to him. He won’t want you to avoid the main point. You’re sweet and you’re kind, so however you say it, I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Do you think he’ll still want to be my friend?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie said, but then held you tightly. “If he doesn’t, it’s his loss!”

“Thanks,” you sighed. “Do you think he’ll be mad at you?”

“I think he will, but he won’t do anything about it. We can only hope that when he sees you happy, he can find a way to be happy himself, you know?”

“I guess so,” you sighed, releasing your hand from Eddie’s and holding the doorknob. 

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Hey, Y/N/N!” Robin called, waving at you. Steve was beside her, smiling.

“Hey, you guys,” you smiled back. “I brought Eddie,” you said, motioning to him, who waved awkwardly.

“So, we got a comedy like you asked,” Steve said. “Ready to watch it?”

“Actually, Steve, can we talk for a moment please? Outside?” you wrung your hands nervously, but Steve smiled and nodded.

“Of course we can, come on,” Steve said, making his way to the patio. You followed behind him quietly, and as you left, Eddie gave you a wink. Once you were gone, Robin piped up.

“So, she chose weirdo number one, huh?” she teased.

“Aw, I’m flattered you made me number one, little Buck-Buck,” Eddie cooed, squishing her face.

“Well, I could give you the whole ‘break her heart I break your face’ speech, but let’s be honest, it’s way too cliche and you’re not nearly cool enough to be a jerk to her, so I think we’re safe. Just take care of her, okay? I’m not entirely opposed to the idea of you being a good guy, so prove me right please.”

“Ouch, Buckley! Well, as a D&D freak who isn’t cool, I can guarantee I’ll treat her like a princess,” he teased back, but his eyes showed sincerity. Robin nodded awkwardly.

“Okay, good. Thanks, Munson.”

“Anytime, Buck-Buck.”

🖤

“So, Steve,” you started, then breathed out slowly. “I wanted to talk to you about us.”

“Okay,” Steve said slowly. “You look pretty nervous, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you said, trying to dismiss your nerves.

“Listen, Y/N, whatever you have to say, I’m okay with it,” he said, grabbing your hands. “If you like me, that’s amazing, but if you don’t, you don’t need to be scared to tell me. This isn’t the first time I’ve liked a girl and it didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry, Steve, but it didn’t work out,” you said, but Steve kept smiling.

“That’s okay! Thank you for being honest with me.”

“I fell for Eddie,” you blurted out.

“Okay, that’s a little too honest, um, wow,” he said, scratching his head. “Have you told him?”

“Yes, I told him today,” you said nervously.

“So, I’m guessing you spent the day together.”

“Yes, we did.”

“Did you kiss him?”

He looked at you and your stomach dropped at the sight of his sad eyes. He looked hurt, and you suddenly felt overwhelmed with guilt. Maybe you shouldn’t have made any moves with Eddie until you told Steve the truth, but you were still puzzled at how hard you had fallen for Eddie. Everything was happening so quickly that you couldn’t keep track of your emotions, let alone others’ emotions.

“Steve, I--”

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve said, holding a hand up. He went to leave, but quickly turned on his heel to face you again, a suspicious look in his eyes.

“Did I ever even have a chance with you, Y/N?”

“Of course you did,” you said slowly. Steve tucked his lips in and nodded. 

“I really thought this was gonna be it,” he said solemnly, and tears gathered in both of your eyes. Before you could say anything else, he went inside. You remained, letting a few tears flow, but you mostly wanted to calm down. Steve did understand, but it didn’t make anything easier.

Soon enough, Eddie found you outside and wrapped his arms around you, holding you from the back. He kissed the top of your head as you turned around. As you looked up at him, he gently wiped away your tears, then kissed you slowly but sweetly. 

“I know that was hard, baby,” he said softly. “How are you doing?”

“I feel crummy,” you admitted. “He asked if we had gone out already and kissed, and I didn’t want to lie. He told me he thought this was it.”

“I don’t know why he’d say that,” Eddie said, his jaw tightening. “You’re not responsible for his feelings, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Robin told me that before about you both.”

“Steve’s a big boy, and he’s going to get through this. I just wish he didn’t guilt you like that. It wasn’t right… but let’s not worry about that now,” Eddie whispered sweetly, kissing your nose. “Let’s go inside.”

🖤

Steve decided to stay for the movie, but he mostly just moped. You tried to sit comfortably with Eddie, but you kept feeling Steve’s jealous eyes on the two of you. Eventually, after eating some dinner, things started to loosen up a bit and go back to normal, but Eddie was clearly feeling the tension too.

“I’m gonna take a smoke break. Wanna join, Y/N?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, and Eddie swung an arm around you as he opened the front door. As you guys sat on the front steps, Eddie lit a cigarette and puffed out slowly, diffusing the tension from his body. He smiled sweetly at you, then pulled you closer to his side.

“It’s a little tense in there, yeah?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, for sure,” you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“Do you smoke, by the way? I don’t know why I haven’t asked you before.”

“I don’t, but I’m not opposed to other people doing it.”

“Cool.”

He looked out and puffed his cigarette more, sighing a bit. You looked up at him, and his mood had clearly changed from earlier. His face had lost its excitement and joy, and now it looked tense and defensive. You reached up and kissed his cheek and jaw a couple times, feeling him smile, then he turned to you and gave you a sloppy kiss on the forehead.

“I, for one, am really happy we’re doing this,” you smiled at him.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he blushed, taking a drag with a wide smile on his face. “I can’t wait to walk into our gig tomorrow with you on my arm. I reserved a seat right at the front for you, you know?”

“I can’t wait either, it’s gonna rock,” you smiled. “Thanks for the front spot too! Is it close enough to kiss you?”

“Well, we’ll just have to test it out, won’t we?” he chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours and leaning in for a kiss. As you two continued to kiss, giggling in spurts, you didn’t realize a girl approach you with big, tear-stained eyes.

“Eddie?” she sniffled. “Is-is Steve here?”

Eddie perked up, face panicking. 

“Nancy! What happened?”

To be continued!!!!

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[chuckie-t]

I'll take the BCC dare if you like lol. So Yuta x reader prompt "this is the guy?" When he finds out the reader has a crush on Regal that she never told him about??

i enjoyed writing this so much i gave myself so many giggles, i love requests like these

"This is the guy?" // W.YUTA

pairing - wheeler yuta x gn!reader

warnings - slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing to write home about, swearing

"hey babe", your boyfriends voice sounded from in front of you, "you were a wrestling fan when you were younger right?"

You raised a brow. He knew that you were, after all you worked for AEW just like he did and this was hardly a profession someone just fell into. So you knew full well there was an underlying meaning to this question.

"yes... why do you ask?"

"did you ever have a crush on anyone? like a school girl/boy type thing?"

You felt your face warm up and held a cold hand to your cheek. Of course he would ask that. Maybe he noticed? No, he couldn't have. You had a thing for William Regal since you were a teen but it was a silly, brad pitt-esque crush and you knew nothing would come from it - nor did you really want it to. But wow, if the presence of the man didn't still fluster you. It was safe to say everyone had assumed you were star struck and, to an extent, you were.

So when your boyfriend started working with him, you couldn't believe it. It was very much a mix of nerves and excitement but also pride for your partner and all he had accomplished. Sure, Mr Regal was attractive when you were younger but you were in love with Wheeler.

"yes."

"You gonna elaborate on that babe or?"

"nope."

The dark haired man chuckled at you and continued to drink his coffee. You were sat in catering, both of you in workout gear as you had a while till the beginning of dynamite. Since he had joined the BCC, Wheelers confidence had really gone up and it was attractive, to say the least. Underneath it all, he was still your same dorky Wheeler and thats how you fell for him so you wouldn't have him any other way. Still, you could appreciate a man that can handle himself.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at you comically.

"I'll get it out of you at some point" he teased

"mhmm yeah, you do that babe"

You raised your eyebrows at him and turned back to your food, hoping it would hide any suspicious look you might've been sporting.

Of course, Wheeler hadn't actually been working with him that long and you, despite the fact you were his partner, had never actually met Mr Regal. Lord knows how you would've fallen over yourself if you had.

You could still feel Wheeler's eyes on you, staring a hole in the side of your head. Looking up at him with a raised brow, sandwiched half to your mouth, you gave him a look as if to say 'what?'

He shrugged... helpful.

"You're not dropping this are you?" you groaned, dropping your food back on to your plate for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight.

"not a chance, it has to be someone here right? otherwise you'd tell me"

There was not a chance he was letting this go. Honestly, if it were any other man you would've resigned yourself and given in to your boyfriends questioning but this was far too embarrassing for you to admit to him. Especially if it had even the slightest chance of getting around to the other members of the Blackpool Combat Club. The ribbing you would get from Mox would be painful enough, let alone the sheer mortification of William Regal himself knowing about your childhood crush on him.

Your silence gave Wheeler all the answer he needed, he grinned to himself, laying a hand on your upper arm.

"this? is golden" he smiled, a big cheesy grin that you would've adored in any other situation but right now wanted nothing more than to slap it off of his face.

Pursing your lips, you decided a façade was better than folding by a country mile.

"uh huh, okay pretty boy and do report back to me when you figure that one out"

And with that you returned to your neglected sandwich, letting your partner know that this conversation was over, at least for now.

-

it had been two days since your conversation and you and your darling boyfriend were currently in the gym, him lifting weights and you panting on an adjacent bench. The room was empty apart from you, only you two were crazy enough to be doing this kinda stuff at the hour you were anyway.

"so" you heard a a voice ring from next to you, "is it jeff?"

Huffing, you turned to stare at him.

"is what jeff?"

"your crush-"

"oh my god you're still on this"

He burst into breathless laughter and set the bar in his hands down, rubbing his palms against the black of his gym shorts. It was unbelievable to you how such a gorgeous man could be such a moron sometimes but oh well, that's Wheeler Yuta for you.

"come onnn y/n, he's athletic and handsome" he spoke through puffs of air, "plus he spent most of his wwe days in fishnets"

You felt a sharp elbow nudge your side playfully at the last part of his sentence and opened your eyes to raise an eyebrow at him once more. Something you found yourself doing a lot at his shenanigans lately.

"you sure you're not the one with the crush here?"

He shrugged, putting his thumb and finger below his chin in as if taking your words into account.

"maybe so, those cargo pants did wonders for his ass"

You let out a snort and chucked your towel at him, damp fabric hitting his face just as he burst into another peal of laughter.

"no, dumbass, it was not Jeff Hardy" you thought for a bit, "okay he's hot but not specifically who we're talking about"

He offered you a hand and you pulled on it until you were standing chest-to-chest with him. Smiling, you leaned in close, even after exercising he had this... Wheeler Yuta smell about him. It was soft like cotton and gentle on the nose with a natural scent from remainder of his cologne. It was nice, safe even. Smiling gently, you leant up to plant a kiss on his mouth, lingering slightly.

"are you ever gonna tell me?" he whispered against your lips, hands encircling your waist.

"hmm let me think on it... nope"

and with that you ran out of the gym room, your companions laughter echoing off the corridor as he followed you into the showers. -

Two days turned into two weeks of never ending quizzes and not quite satisfactory answers. Wheeler had tried everyone he could possibly think of that had worked or was working in AEW that you could've watched when you were younger.

"hmm, Christian?"

"No, he's not bad looking though"

"chris jericho"

You stared blankly at him.

"okay, point taken" he winced, "ooh Sting?"

"Not quite honey, almost though"

A couple pairs of footsteps echoed down the hall towards where you were sitting in catering and you both looked up to see Mox and Bryan, along with a slightly disgruntled looking Eddie Kingston.

Smiling, you nodded towards the other two and looked up at Eddie.

"hey Ed's"

He grinned back at you, patting you on the head slightly before parking himself next to the other two, across the table from you and Wheeler. He was like an older brother to you since you joined AEW in it's early days and you were very close with him and Mox - both having acted like mentors in the couple years you had worked together.

"Oh my god it's not Eddie is it?"

You scowled, turning to your boyfriend just so you could slap his arm gently.

"no you dumbass, of course it's not, how could i have watched him when I was younger?"

He pouted, rubbing his arm.

"okay just a guess, you're so mean" he said, dragging out as many pity points as he could.

Rolling your eyes, yet again, you planted your lips on his cheek, much to the chagrin of your company. Mox grunted a question from across the table.

"is Eddie what?"

Your face warmed.

"it's nothing, isn't that right babe?" you glared at your boyfriend, who already had a cheeky smile on his face.

Fuck.

"y/n here had a crush on a wrestler we work with growing up and i'm trying to figure out who it is"

Groaning, you slammed your head on the table.

You heard the familiar chuckle of Bryan and Mox as well as Eddie's all too noticeable cackle.

"will you guys shut up pretty soon the entire roster will be on my case" you groaned onto the cool metal of the table beneath your face.

This? you were truly never going to here the end of. Yoots? bad in his own right. But Jon and Eddie? that was a whole other shit show. You had been the butt end of enough of their ribs in the past few years to be well aware of that fact. Mr 'American dragon' was mostly unknown territory to you but with how close you seemed to be getting, you could safely assume you were in for the same sort of stuff.

"nah c'mon kid, who'd you have the hots for then?"

Groaning against the table, you stuck your middle finger up in what you hoped was Eddie's general direction, only serving to earn yourself even louder cackles.

"Aww, it's not so bad, I married my wrestling crush" Bryan

Yuta's flustered "hey" from next to you succeeded in making you lift your head, grinning at the man in front of you. At least someone was on your side.

"hm... Matt Hardy?"

"Not you too" you wailed, much to the entertainment of all three guys around you.

"nono they seem more like a Jeff kinda person"

"Nope!" wheeler chimed in, "already asked that"

"what about Punk?"

The table went silent.

"you've got to be shitting me" you whispered.

Reluctantly opening your eyes, you looked at the three of them. They were all in different stages of trying to not burst into laughter at your situation and therefore fed up face. It was clear from the way Eddie and Mox was looking at you that they genuinely thought you were going to say yes to that suggestion.

"what, no!" you exclaimed, once again being surrounded by hyena-like laughter from your lovely company.

"Oh come on now lads" a British accent rang from the doorway.

You froze.

"leave the poor girl/boy/person alone to eat their food you vultures"

There he was, in all his three-piece-suit glory. The man himself, your childhood crush, William Regal. Of course you had met by now but briefly and in only short conversation. This? a completely different ball park, especially with the conversation you were just having.

You swallowed, nodding at the man and then returning swiftly to your position, face down on the table.

"did you uh, hear our conversation?" Wheeler gently posed the question to his mentor.

"No, I choose not to earwig on whatever things you might get up to, Mr Yuta"

"y/n... you good?" asked Bryan from above you.

You looked up at him, eyes wide as if trying to communicate for him to please not tell Yuta or Regal was was evident on your face. He pursed his lips, evidently trying not to laugh, you looked at Jon who was doing something much similar.

Eddie broke first.

A little squeaking noise of his laugh escaping his lips. Just that one noise and all three of them were off, chortling like middle age men in a pub. Once again, you died of embarrassment and head butted the table.

"oh my god" you heard Wheeler's voice ring next to you, in a horrified sound of recognition.

"him?" he asked, incredulously, "this is the guy?"

You peered at him from beneath the cave you had made with your arms, nodding sheepishly.

"This is golden" wheezed Eddie from accross the table.

Mr Regal looked on in confusion, brows furrowed at his usually very well put together team. After a few seconds of staring, he sighed, muttered something about coffee and left the room.

Once he had gone, the mess that was the three roaring men across from you and the one, very shocked boyfriend next to you, finally quieted.

"so... Regal?"

"Eddie" you muttered, "i'm going to kill you now"

Wheeler had just the right speed of reflex to catch you before you launched yourself accross the table at your friend, who was once again cackling like a mad man.

-

Later that night you were snuggling in bed with Wheeler, head laid on his chest as his steady breathing lulled you to sleep.

"hey y/n?"

you hummed.

"you would never leave me for Regal right?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. Chuckling, you sat up slightly and looked at your boyfriend. The low light of the hotel lamp reflected off of his dark eyes and the soft glow made his tan skin look almost angelic. A beautiful person to behold, and one you couldn't believe was yours in the first place. How lucky you felt.

"absolutely not, I have everything I need right here"

You leant forward, sliding your lips against his in a slightly risqué display of your loyalty. Large hands came to rest at your hips, pulling them closer to his and setting your stomach alight. You smirked against his mouth, opening your eyes to stare into his lustfully.

"besides" you teased, dragging a finger up his chest. "he is married after all"

"oh that's it"

A giggle escaped you as you were flipped onto the bed. A head of dark hair entered your vision as he jokingly buried his face in your neck, planting wet, ticklish kisses there.

Yeah, you had everything you needed.

i enjoyed this so much, i live for BCC & co requests, requests are open by the way!

[schrijverr]

Flirting at the Mall 3

Chapter 3 out of 8

Steve and Eddie both work at Starcourt Mall, dancing around each other and flirting. When Steve finally manages to ask Eddie out, he gets kidnapped by Russians and misses their date. He shows up at Eddie’s house, drugged and beaten after Startcourt burned down to apologize and Eddie makes sure he’s okay, before they retry their date.

On AO3.

Ships: Steve x Eddie

Warnings: none

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Regular (Eddie POV)

It takes Eddie a week to built up the courage to go back to Scoops Ahoy. In that week, he is relentlessly bullied by his friends, who all tell him they want details and therefor he should put his heart on the line. The gossip hungry assholes.

They come bother him at work every day, trying to entice him to visit the ice cream shop again with them, but Eddie refuses every time. He has spend enough nights staring at his ceiling to come up with reasons why they’re all wrong and Steve hates him. And he knows that if he goes with them, they’ll embarrass him and Steve will think he’s weird.

Still, as much as Eddie adores king Steve, sweaty on the basketball court or with a smug smirk on his face and hair perfect, polo stretched over his muscles. Eddie is obsessed with dorky sailor Steve that he met in Scoops Ahoy.

There is something magnetizing about him. The way he’s nothing like the asshole Eddie would never make a move on no matter how hot he was. How he blushes and takes in stride the things Eddie said that would get him punched by every other jock.

So, despite what his brain has been trying to sell him, Eddie finds himself going back over to Scoops Ahoy, unable to stay away. He remembers Chris’ words as he justifies it to himself why he is being stupid.

However, when he gets to Scoops Ahoy, he sees Robin spot him, yell something, before Steve opens the window to the break room. Eddie isn’t sure, what he sees, but Steve slides over the counter in a smooth way that has Eddie swallowing as Steve smiles at Eddie as he enters the shop, Robin disappearing to the back.

The interaction they have is good. Eddie gets bolder and Steve flirts back. Actually flirts back, he gives a cute little smile when Eddie checks him out. He calls him a sweet guy! Eddie is so upset that he has to rush back to his own job, but Steve’s dorky ‘see you later alligator’ when he leaves is totally worth it.

It tides him over until the others come into Melody Records to try and bother him into going to Scoops Ahoy, only to find him licking out the cup.

Gareth spots it first, gasping in betrayal as he points to the cup and exclaims: “You went to get ice cream without us, you traitor.”

“Steve called me a sweet guy,” Eddie smiles, not replying to what Gareth said in any way, shape or form.

Luckily, he knows his friends and the at the mention of how it went, they all forget his betrayal to pester him about how it went. Sometimes he thinks he is friends with the knitting club instead of a metal band, but he loves them for it.

So, he regales his second interaction with Steve in great detail, ending with: “He was really nice, I think he might be serious in flirting, but I don’t want to assume and, like, get beat up or something, you know.”

“Become a regular,” Chris suggest. “Just make getting ice cream a thing you do on your break. Wait until he makes a proper move.”

“Yeah, if he likes you, I’m sure he will,” Gareth says. “He’s known for thinking with his dick.”

“Shut up,” Eddie tells Gareth, giving him a shove, while mentally filing away what Chris said. He has good suggestions. He should listen to Chris more often. “It might just be fun to him.”

“Better go along with that then,” Jeff shrugs. “I mean, it definitely sucks, but I don’t want to see you get hurt over Steve Harrington of all people. Let him make a move.”

Eddie nods, touched by the concern, but also a bit bummed out that this is the way this has to be. He is shaken out of his thoughts, by Gareth dramatically going: “I still can’t believe that our plan to laugh at Harrington over his sailor outfit turned into trying to set Eddie up with him.”

“Don’t you dare do anything,” Eddie quickly hisses, already envisioning the stupid plans his friends will undoubtedly come up with. He has seen their problem solving skills in DnD and he won’t trust them with something like this. Nu-uh, no thanks.

“Rude,” Gareth says, as Jeff assures him they won’t try anything.

They hang around for the rest of the day, Eddie is pretty sure his manager hates them, but he is rarely there and Eddie doesn’t care.

After his shift they get some food, before going to band practice together. They got a spot to play at the Hide Out on Tuesday and while they know only about 5 drunks will show up, they want to put on a great show. So, they’ve been putting in extra practice time.

However, the day after, he’s alone in the store again. No friends. He decides to take Chris’ words to heart. Eddie can become a regular at Scoops Ahoy. It’s summer. It’s hot… like Steve.

Whatever, he’s allowed to think that and he’s allowed to be a little pathetic, he thinks as he walks back over to Scoops Ahoy. Steve seemed to like his pathetic-ness anyway. He flirted back and Eddie is going to see how long they can keep it going.

When he arrives at Scoops Ahoy, he’s a little nervous, but Steve gives him a big smile as he does the spiel: “Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, I’m Steve and I’ll be your captain today. Are you ready to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me.”

“Howdy, sailor,” Eddie greets. “Can I request another of your recommendations?”

“Of course, Eddie,” Steve replies, eyes crinkling. “What are you in the mood for?”

Deciding to be a little daring, Eddie says: “I was thinking of being a sweet guy today.”

“Sure, I can give you something sweet,” Steve winks, giving Eddie half a heart attack with the words as he feels the blush explode on his cheeks.

And so, Eddie becomes a regular at Scoops Ahoy. On his breaks, he’ll wander over to the ice cream shop where Steve will be waiting for him with his dorky greeting. He stopped doing it once more, but Eddie questioned why, demanding to be treated like a good customer.

The fact that Steve picked it back up without question does something to Eddie. The stupid dorky greeting of captain Steve inviting him on an ocean of flavor does something to him. The combination off all of that with Steve in that sailor uniform does something to him. Everything about Steve does something to him.

Steve does so much for Eddie that he indeed comes in every day just to flirt with him. He asks Steve for recommendations and Steve will patiently let him taste all sorts of samples, smiling the whole way through, until Eddie finds something he likes enough to get a scoop off.

With a flavor chosen, Steve will bend over, letting Eddie ogle his ass in those shorts or his arm muscles as he scoops. Then Eddie gets his ice cream along with a Steve smile, employee discount and a flirty goodbye, before Eddie rushes back to his job with a teasing lick of his spoon.

At this point, Steve doesn’t even have to ask if he wants a cup or a cone.

His friends whine that they never get ice cream together and that Eddie is mean for not using his charms to get them all the employee discount. However, he knows it’s only teasing. His job stopped being interesting, so they’ve stopped coming by as often and the one time they did catch him before he could go alone, they teased him relentlessly after, claiming they couldn’t watch something so corny ever again in their lives.

God, his friends are dramatic assholes. But Eddie loves them. Loves how they took this in stride and never made him feel bad about having a big fat gay crush on Steve Harrington.

If anything, his friends are obsessed with getting him a date, thinking it’s the best thing ever. Every time he shows up for band practice, they first interrogate how his ice cream runs have been going so far, descending on him like a group of gossip hungry housewives.

It has happened only once that he came in when Steve was on break. Robin is behind the counter, smirking as she sees his face turn uncertain with her there. Vaguely he’s aware she must have noticed something and he thinks he has her pinned from when he was in band, but one could never be sure.

Still, not wanting to be too obvious about his disappointment that it isn’t Steve behind the counter, he ambles in, greeting her with: “Hi, Buckley.”

She gives him a one over, stifling her laugh, before calling to the back: “Dingus, your regular is here.”

They both hear a chair scraping and Robin winks at Eddie: “Be nice to my schmuck, Mr. Handkerchief,” both letting him know that she knows and that she’s cool and giving Eddie a weird semi-shovel talk.

Today is the second time he comes in to find Robin greeting him. It’s Eddie’s day off, yet he’s still here at the mall to get his ice cream. Which is a little pathetic. Especially, because Steve isn’t working today it seems.

Robin must notice something of that on his face, because she smiles: “Don’t worry, loverboy. He’s in. He’s taking his break right now, because his monsters are about to come in.”

“His monsters?” Eddie repeats, a pit forming in his stomach as he imagines a posse of jocks, who like pushing him around filling up the store.

“Ah, there they are!” Robin says, oblivious to his inner turmoil as she notices Steve’s monsters – whoever they are – over his shoulder.

With apprehension he turns around, but instead of the dreaded jock extravaganza there is a group of four middle schoolers. One girl with red hair and three nerdy looking boys. That- That is unexpected, Eddie isn’t going to lie, especially when Robin calls: “Hey, dingus, your children are here,” like she’d done when Eddie came in that other time.

“Again?” Steve asks exasperated, throwing open the window as the children reach the counter.

Curious to see where this goes, Eddie steps to the side to let the lanky brunet ding the bell loudly, looking into Steve’s eyes with a defiant look on his face. Then, he dings the bell again, making Steve glare at him.

Steve doesn’t scramble over the counter, like he’d done for Eddie, just pushes through the door with a resigned tiredness. He stands in front of the group and places his hands on his hips, making him look like a scolding mother, especially with the dishrag thrown over his shoulder. Eddie shouldn’t find it hot, but he does.

“What movie are you watching?” Steve asks, blocking there path and looking like he has no intention of moving if he doesn’t get an answer.

“Back to the Future,” the brown haired boy, who hadn’t been ringing the bell, answers.

Steve softens at the boy and asks him: “What rating does it have? You know Joyce doesn’t want you sneaking into any of the horror movies.”

Eddie now recognizes the boy as Will Byers, the kid that had gone missing in ‘83. He vaguely wonders how Steve knows the kid, but he’s mostly busy melting at how gentle Steve is being with him. How caring. Like every other thing about Steve, it does something to Eddie, seeing him all paternal.

“It’s PG,” the redhead rolls her eyes, obviously over Steve’s mothering.

“Yeah, we’re not idiots,” the other brunet says. “We’re not going to sneak into a dumb horror movie. Most of those are idiotic slashers anyway.”

“This one has fun science,” the black boy adds with a grin, the only thing that makes Steve relax his pose again after the other two riled it up.

“Alright, have fun,” Steve gives in, the guard to the kingdom stepping aside.

The kids don’t waste a second, bounding by him into the backroom. Eddie watches as Steve follows, vaguely hearing him call out: “If you tell anyone about this-”

“We’re dead,” four voices reply, like they’ve said it a hundred times before. Probably have, Eddie realizes. Because Steve has been sneaking snippy, nerdy middle schoolers into the movies for some reason. Middle schoolers he cares about.

He comes back to the counter, shaking his head at Robin as he sighs something about kids these days, before he spots Eddie. His eyes grow wide, before he breaks out into a big smile: “Hey, Eddie, welcome to Scoops Ahoy, I’m Steve and I’ll be your captain today. Are you ready to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me.”

Even in his surprise, he does the dorky greeting that Eddie loves so much. Eddie gives him a smile back and says: “Ahoy, fought off the hoard?” in reference to the kids.

Steve’s face is confused for a second, before he figures it out, then he huffs a laugh as he rolls his eyes. “More like lost to the hoard,” he tells Eddie. “Just can’t tell ‘em no, you know. I like the shitheads too much. But don’t tell them I said that.”

Eddie makes a sealing my lips motion as he winks: “Your secret is safe with me, sailor.” Then curiosity gets the better of them and he asks: “How do you even know those kids?”

“Oh, that,” Steve says, a combination of surprise and embarrassment at the question. He shrugs awkwardly and answers: “They’re Nancy’s younger brother and his friends. I started babysitting them when we were together, somehow I’m the one that got them in the divorce, you know.”

He laughs uncomfortably at the mention of his ex, a bit of hurt still in his voice. Eddie doesn’t know much about how that ended, but from the outside both had seemed to move on okay with Wheeler in Jonathan’s arms soon after and Steve befriending both like it was no issue. But looks can’t be everything and Eddie had seen the starts of a fight back at Tina’s party.

Still, Eddie isn’t about to dive into potential hurts of a break up with an ex from the boy he wants to seduce, so he gives a small chuckle and asks: “So, what flavors do they hate most? Can’t let them win all the time.”

Success, Steve laughs, less awkward this time and replies: “I think they have a collective dislike for pecan.”

“Well, can I try some pecan then, please,” Eddie grins, trying not to think how adorable it is that Steve knows that about the kids. He must really love them, even if he calls them shitheads and acts like he doesn’t. It’s cute.

“Course,” Steve replies easily, scooping a sample for him, knowing their game and that Eddie would try at least three flavors before settling on something.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, taking the small plastic spoon and licking the ice cream off it in a practically obscene manner for the establishment they’re in. However, it isn’t like anyone is watching them that closely and the way Steve’s eyes track the motion is definitely worth it every time.

Because he is free that day, he spends a little longer at the counter than usual, trying a few more flavors, but getting pecan in the end when a rush starts up.

He eats his ice cream in the store, pretty content to watch Steve sling ice cream and talk to customers. Steve is naturally charming, though not laying it on as thick as when he’s talking to Eddie, something that pleases him greatly.

When a few little kids come in, it’s adorable how Steve will lean over the counter and smile at them, being more enthusiastic about silly flavors and being patient as they try to decide on a flavor. He’ll even cheer a little if they’re allowed to get sprinkles from their parents, who will always smile gratefully at him for it.

Sadly, Eddie can’t keep watching Steve forever. He has a drug deal in the parking lot and then band practice. So, he has to leave before the rush ends, unable to speak more with Steve. He’s both saddened and glad by that. He loves talking to Steve, but he always has to remind himself that he is going to let Steve make the first move, a part of him still scared this is just a joke to Steve.

Maybe next time Steve will ask, he thinks, meeting Steve’s eyes as he goes and watching him do a dorky finger wave. How anyone ever thought Steve was cool, he doesn’t know.

~~

A/N:

I love supportive Hellfire friends. They seem the type and Eddie deserves it

[victoriadallonfan]

No bishop but here they are:

Chess themed team I made:

Team Name: Adjournment

Adjudicator - (Master/Shaker) Adjudicator creates a 20 x 20 x 20 spacial distortion where he can impose up to 3 “laws”. These laws must be simple, short term, and not contradictory. Those who fail to uphold the “laws” will be briefly paralyzed, and he is no exception. There seems to be a Manton Effect in place that prevent him from stopping involuntary body functions with his “laws”. (Costume: checkered suit and smooth face-mask with no expression)

Rank Mate - (Mover/Master) Rank has the simplest power on the team but one of the most devastating with her selective teleportation, switching her position with anyone who is targeting her. The switched individual will then be flooded with Rank Mates ideals and alignment, with those unable to withstand the onslaught turning against their former allies to fight alongside her team. The effect is short lived - barely lasting a minute - and ends sooner if she uses it on another individual. Doesn’t work on targets further than 100’. (Costume: rook headpiece with face-mask, a chariot and bird decal on her body suit)

Dead Draw - (Brute/Blaster) Draw has a Brute component that makes him hard to near impossible to kill, even for fatal wounds like head-shots or attempted incineration. Once he feels that enough damage is done, Dead Draw will activate his secondary ability to form a red sphere in his hands, his wounds vanishing as he does so. The sphere tracks the closest target and if not blocked or dispersed, will proceed to transfer all the injuries onto the target on impact. The drawback being that each use vastly weakens his brute component, making each attempt riskier and riskier. (Costume: bodysuit with toppled chessboard on his chest piece, King style helmet and mask)

Caïssa - (Thinker) Caïssa is a precognitive based on actions. When viewing an individual, she can see a glaring red-blue version of the individual, each color representing an action they’d take. Red represents violent action, while Blue means defensive. Choosing to focus on one color means ignoring the other, and the further she looks down the line of actions, the fainter the copies become and more numerous the potential actions they might take, and the deeper the migraine she gains once the 1/8th of a second focus ends. (Costume: stylized toga blended in with a body-suit, and highly regal face-mask that resembles marble)

Adjournment sounds great on paper. They were successful as part of the Whitelist, going after high profile gangs and criminal enterprises that bordered on terrorists. They never lost a fight, owing to how they picked their battles due to their leader Caïssa. Yet they could never escape the shadow of memes that chased them on Bet, mocking their dorky aesthetic and rather sparse public PR. On Gimel, they still have a heroic bent as mercenaries for colonies, but the professionalism feels starkly out place in a setting where emotions run high and passion is what gets the people’s attention

Anyone want to see the Chess themed cape team I made?

[lesbianrobin]

do you have any tips for writing eddie? youre really good at keeping them all in character for fics! ive never written a fic for the st characters before, and id like to, but havent fully gotten a grasp on how to write all of them yet

aaa thank you!! honestly, i'm not super confident in how i write eddie yet, but i've been practicing with him a lot lately and starting to get more of a grasp on him. so yknow i'm no expert but i'll share the things i try to keep in mind with him :)

i say this for just about every character people ask me about, but with eddie i think it's like a million times as important as usual: remember his physicality. i think it can be really easy to just like. forget to have your characters move because you're focusing on dialogue or plot or whatever. and with eddie i think his physical movements are very essential to him!! he's a really active character. for example in the cafeteria scene or the woods scene with chrissy, he's almost constantly moving, sometimes intentionally to elicit a reaction (like climbing on the table or dramatically throwing himself to the ground) but other times seemingly just because he doesn't want to sit still (for example he idly punches a tree while he's talking in the woods scene).

he tends to be pretty physically affectionate with dustin and he often leans into steve's personal space. he doesn't seem uncomfortable or awkward when he and robin are thrown against each other by the earthquakes in the upside down. so generally i think eddie is pretty comfortable with physical contact, at least among people he likes/trusts, and he likes to be close to his friends.

with dialogue i feel a bit less confident, but that's largely because eddie speaks quite differently depending on the scenario. he's always varying between performing and being sincere, and i don't think it's just like. a switch he turns on and off. it's a scale yknow? so like. sometimes he does this whole regal thing and other times he's more plain about it. but i think regardless he usually approaches things with a sense of humor and positivity, even if he's also a bit cynical or pessimistic. this is just my own personal opinion/interpretation of his behavior, but i think eddie's kind of naturally flirty and he has fun making people just a bit uncomfortable, though he doesn't try to make anyone feel seriously uncomfortable and, as seen with chrissy, will make the effort to try and make somebody laugh if he thinks they need it.

i think that eddie is well aware of how much the world sucks, and while he isn't holding out hope for sweeping change, he tries to make the best of things wherever he can. he's a little reckless and a bit of a dick, but he's also nerdy, incredibly passionate about the things he cares about, a little dorky, brave, and kind. he's intelligent but he struggles a lot in school. he's the kind of guy who sees two awkward freshmen in the cafeteria and decides to befriend them because they look like they need it. he's the kind of guy who fails his senior year twice and just keeps on trying. eddie can kind of be a mess of contradictions at first glance, and i honestly think the best way to figure out how to write him (besides of course rewatching the show) is just to practice!! the more i write eddie the more confident i feel in him and the more i feel like i get a sense of his voice.

so anyway i guess that's all i got??? i hope this helps at least a little bit. good luck and i hope u have fun writing!!!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Sebek, Jack: The Power of One

Also the name of a Pokémon movie—

Sebek was already my favorite of the first years, but with every dumb or dorky thing he says/does, he keeps rising in the overall ranks 😂

Imagine this...

For a so-called proud warrior and retainer to Briar Valley royalty, Sebek sure resembled a kid in a candy store as he dug through his presents. Each gift looked as though a wild crocodile had torn into them teeth first, leaving wrapping paper and ribbons in shreds.

He was currently tearing open an envelope, grinning from ear to ear as he retrieved the contents. Upon opening his card, Sebek’s face melted into a groan.

“What’s up?” Jack asked.

“It’s a letter from my parents.”

“... Shouldn’t you be happy to hear from them?”

“Tch! You don’t understand. While my mother is a regal and powerful mother, my father... he is the exact opposite! An unremarkable, weak-willed man with barely any backbone!! It’s a wonder why my mother chose him as her spouse. I’m embarrassed to even know I’m related to such a man!!”

“... Didn’t you pick Trey-senpai to join you on a deserted island?”

“Your point being?”

“You said you picked him because he’s like your dad,” Jack pointed out. “Your logic isn’t consistent.”

At this, Sebek’s face flared with annoyance. “REGARDLESS! It is a fact that a junior would feel more comfort in having an older, wiser figure to look up to! There is a difference between my father and an upperclassman!!”

“Uh-huh.” Jack looked extremely doubtful.

“Hmph!” Sebek folded the card shut and replaced it in its envelope. “It is just another reminder than I must continue to train and study hard. Since my weakling of a father cannot possibly defend himself... I will just have to defend him in his place!”

“Thos are good methods of channeling your energy,” Jack agreed with a nod. “You said you want to be a retainer and advisor to Malleus-senpai when you graduate, right?”

“That is correct! There is no greater honor than serving the young master and our great home country, the Briar Valley!” Sebek brought a clenched fist to his chest and puffed up. “My grandfather on my mother’s used to serve in the Royal Guard! I hope to someday match--or even surpass--him!”

“You’re working hard to protect others...” The beastman scratched the back of his head, his eyes falling away. “Not exactly something I get. I’d rather just stick to myself. When others get involved, it gets complicated.”

“Hah! That is a simple-minded way of thinking!” Sebek scoffed. “Does one cultivate strength to use it selfishly? No--such power exists to be used to defend that which you care about the most. The land you hail from, and the people within it... YOU MUST HAVE MORE PRIDE IN THAT!!”

Jack recoiled, his ears flattening in an attempt to adjust to Sebek’s volume. He grimaced, regarding his peer with a wary eye. “You don’t half-ass anything, do you?”

“Of course not! As Lilia-sama has once told me... ‘a single grain of rice can tip the scales’. One person’s contributions can change the course of history. Therefore, I must do my utmost in every task, every goal. Anything less would bring shame and dishonor to the young master, my country... NAY, MY ENTIRE BLOODLINE!!”

This guy... He expresses that he cares about people in a pretty strange way.

Jack sighed. “If you’re going to do everything with all your heart... You know what’s coming next.”

“Oho! The annual birthday pieing!!” Sebek’s face brightened into a smug smile. “Do your worst then! I’ll accept your challenge with APLOMB!!”

“Alright, if you say so. I hope I don’t disappoint.” Jack picked up a projectile and brought his arm back. “The, in honor of your special day... Happy birthday, Sebek!!”

SPLAT!!

The pie flew at the birthday boy like a high speed missile--and, as promised, Sebek gritted his teeth and proudly intercepted it with his body. Whipped cream landed squarely on his chest, sweet fluff painting the front of him and his face.

“Hah! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN MUSTER?!” Sebek bellowed, wicking off a streak of whipped cream with his thumb. “COME AT ME WITH THE FULL FORCE OF YOUR MGHT!!”

War cries flooded the room--and a blood bath of whipped cream broke out.