#listen arcade. from one alcoholic to another

[nukacourier]

Trying to decorate the Lucky 38 suite but Arcade keeps stealing all the alcohol I leave out

[calitears]

Guitar Hero

“well my boyfriend’s in a band…

…he plays guitar while i sing lou reed”

Guitarist!Megumi Fushiguro x FEM!Reader

9.32 k words (oopsies)

Summary: Megumi Fushiguro finds himself at the local arcade a few hours before his band's show. However what was supposed to be just a one time game of guitar hero with a stranger might develop into something more.

warnings/notes ~ alcohol consumption/implied sexual themes/fluff/cursing/no directly written smut but implied/might be corny in sum parts but i promise it’s cutesy!

optional playlist: 🎧 (listen in any order you’d like, it just has the songs refrenced and a few extra!!)

{non-curse au}

masterlist

<fic below the cut>

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His hands were gradually getting colder as the soft thumping of his fingers against his chilled phone screen slowed, looking over the latest message sent in his band’s group chat. He could only find himself able to sigh at yet another schedule change, having their set pushed back another hour.

He could have chosen to head back to meet with his bandmates, they were all just piled up near the backstage entrance anyway, and it’s not like he didn't enjoy watching other bands play. Yet as he shut off his phone, the tinted blue light that illuminated his face faded, only leaving the vibrant colors of the arcade in front to cast different shades of neon lights over him. He looked up, the three fourths of his face showing that was left uncovered by his scarf the most vibrant under the iridescent lights. With a sigh he stood up, and walked the few feet of distance between the previous bench he sat on and the glass doors of the front arcade entrance. 

Megumi would never admit it, but it was in fact the nerves that pushed him to avoid heading directly to the concert area. It was far from his first time performing in front of a public, however this was the largest crowd they’d gathered, and he’d be trying something new tonight. He wasn't doubtful of his skills, he had been playing guitar since elementary, it would be stupid of him to feel unprepared. But insecurity came at strange times for him, at least that’s what he thought to himself. It wasn't necessarily rare for people to feel nervous before performing, and still the world would have to end first before Megumi would ever admit out loud that he was growing anxious. 

He wandered around the arcade for a bit, taking a glance at the variety of games. He’d concluded it was always a hit or miss with arcades nowadays, they’d either be packed with an assortment of machines, or have a few lonely boring games, whose only purpose would be to continue making whoever was behind the establishment a quick buck. In this case, he would consider himself lucky. As he looked around he was met with a few arcade classics, like the variations of ball rolling games, mock “gambling” machines (as he’d refer to them in his head, he found it funny), air hockey, and whatever versions of racing games were available. The place itself wasn’t packed, but did seem to have a decent clientele. What really made him come to the conclusion that this place was on the higher end of his arcade spectrum would be the games such as DDR, an actual vintage pacman game, Street fighter, Tetris, and the one that really caught his eye, Guitar Hero. 

It brought back memories of his earlier elementary days and early middle school, when instead of going home he’d wander into some corner store establishment with Tsumiki that existed right before reaching their street. They’d grab some snacks, Tsumiki would glance around at the magazines, and he’d walk over to what looked to be an old large storage closet, turned into a makeshift ‘arcade’ (if you could call it that). When Gojo finally took them in a year later, he’d join them in their afterschool stop. When he saw a pattern of Megumi always picking up that plastic guitar to entertain himself, he made sure to make a mental note of that.

 That year, Megumi found his first ever birthday present from Gojo to be an acoustic guitar, poorly wrapped in some shiny candy cane pattern wrapping paper. After that, the stop on the way home became shorter.

Could be a good form of practice, he excused, and with one more second of contemplation, he gave in and went over to some machine to buy himself tokens. Classic. Mindlessly walking over and reaching for the plastic guitar, he was getting ready to play solo, that is until he saw the ‘player 2’ control guitar be picked up out of the corner of his eye. 

“Would you mind if I played?” 

Would he mind? He processed the words, as if they were waking him up from a nap. In truth he hadn’t really been all there anyway.

“That’s fine…”

He observed the person next to him, watching as she flashed him a small smile then turned her attention to the screen. She was pretty, he could say that much.

“What song?”

He blinked, he knew what song he wanted after he had seen the machine had already had some customes added. So why was he just staring at her? He’d seen pretty girls, boys, people before, so why was he staring like some dumb dog right now? Well truth be told, it had nothing to do with her looks, just the fact that she was wearing one of his band’s cheap shirts. He thought they sold thrown away them at their last show. Unless she had been there. Was she a fan-

“Hey?”

Oh god he was really out of it tonight. 

“Today… the Smashing Pumpkins.” he mumbled. She just smiled and looked back at the game, ready whenever he was. He needed to get it together. Turning back to the screen himself, he pressed a few buttons on the controller, and after getting through the start menu, he heard music play through the, surprisingly, decent quality speakers.

The sound of clacking from pressing down on the plastic keys kept going the longer the song went on, and it was the last vibrant memory he had that night, before they slowly quieted down in his mind and transitioned to the sound of sheets shuffling next to him. Megumi glanced over, and saw the same girl from before, except this time instead of being slightly exhausted after a game of Guitar Hero, it had been a much more intense activity. 

How the hell did he get here?

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“You’re… really good…” you had said while placing the guitar back in its holder. You never thought an arcade game would ever work you out. Then again, it had been a few rounds with this handsome stranger. Megumi copied your actions, not looking at you again yet, but nodded. “Thanks… lots of practice.”

“Yeah no, I can tell. You play right? Like… real guitar?”

Oh he played, but were you just acting dumb, or did you actually not recognize him?

“Yeah, in a band.” To that you just hummed in response, before continuing, wanting to keep the conversation flowing. “Same one Nobara used to be in, right?”

Nobara? You know Nobara? That makes sense, and the shirt… Megumi ran through his thoughts, searching in his collection of memories if he had ever heard the girl mention anything about you.

“Yeah, that band… is that why you’re wearing the shirt?” 

“Oh- oh yeah… I went with her to go watch your guys’ last show, said she still wanted to cheer you guys on.” Megumi listened, glancing over to meet your eyes again. “Yeah, glad she could put that much effort in after ditching us.” 

It was supposed to be sarcastic, an attempt at humor. Yet you still had to examine his face, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. There was a few seconds of awkward silence, before you choose to try and just go along with him, sharing a slight polite smile. Megumi noticed, yet he knew it wasn’t in response to his comment. You were just being nice. He really needed to work on his execution of things.

“...So you recognized me?” he questioned, hoping to brush over his last failed attempt at a joke. 

“Well yeah, I mean not at first, but you seemed familiar... Originally I just assumed you were someone I had met at a show before or something.” He studied your way of talking, the expression you made, looking at you almost fascinated. 

Don’t take it the wrong way though, that glimpse in his eye he gives to anyone he’s curious about, it’s just his nature. He focuses on the details of your words, committing any piece of conversation you shared with him to his memory, again, not something unique to you, just part of having a good memory. Or at least he told himself that when he realized he had been almost captivated by you.

And yet he found himself walking backstage with you. 

After your encounter in the arcade, Megumi found out you were heading to the same show. He figured out you had basically been there all day, watching any band that caught your interest. That is, until you needed a break from the constant energetic and emotional atmosphere rock concerts brought. You had ended up leaving and getting something to eat, going to the arcade after to waste more time. 

He got that out of you while sharing nothing about himself in return, other than the fact he played guitar and used to do back up vocals. Now he was stuck basically being the new frontman, contrary to his own belief that he was not marketable as one. 

He had the looks, he knew he wasn't ugly. His singing and playing were more than fine, he would end up as one of the best if he continued playing with this much emotion (the same emotion he seemed to lack in literally anything else), and yet he wasn’t social off or on stage. He wasn’t a performer, he told himself. He could write, he could create art, but the last thing he ever thought himself possible of would be executing it in the way that would capture a crowd. His voice had emotion, his actions filled with meaning and an actual want to be there, but he couldn’t get himself to be anything even close to extravagant. Not like Nobara used to anyway.

“She was… definitely something, it’s like she was made to perform, which is why I totally understand why she chose to take up this acting gig… but I think you’re being too hard on yourself too.”

What. What were you saying? You were responding to his thoughts? No. Megumi blinked, realizing he actually had been talking to you. He had ended up sharing his own insecurities with you. The reason he had been so anxious for this show. He should shut himself up now before he slips up even more, but the truth is, he couldn’t find himself to care.

“You actually think I could take on being the frontman?” He continued walking by your side. At this point you both were back in the venue area, now just wandering around before the next set of shows started, the one including his band.

“Yeah, just loosen up a bit… but if you really don’t wanna be the face of it, why not let Itadori or Maki takeover?” 

“Neither of them sing, god especially not Itadori.” You laughed at that, and it made him feel redemption from his earlier failed try at humor. “Why not get a new member then?” He thought about it, letting out a quiet hum in response. “I don’t wanna scout around for one… energetic people like that don’t usually stick to me, if anything I got the chance to even be in this band because Maki dragged me in…”

“You’re really crushing on yourself dude, have some faith in yourself!”

Megumi watched you smile, and you in return watched his dark blue eyes travel over your face.

“You’ve seen me play then, be honest and sincerely tell me you think I could pull through.”

You only blinked at him in response, racking your brain for memory of his previous performance. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as bold as Nobara, but oh he was talented. More than any other guitar player you’d seen that night. His vocals were nothing short of impressive either, you wanted him to know that-

“And I’m not a girl.” You were caught off guard by his statement. He’s worried about… not being a girl? But you couldn’t see the relation between those two at all. Before you could scavenge your mind for another explanation, Megumi went ahead and answered your confusion. “People were excited to see Nobara’s image. She was a girl leading a noisy rock band, she was spontaneous and out there, if I was the band’s image it wouldn’t have the same effect, we’d just be like almost every other semi-popular band…”

He took a breath, before adding on, “It was her voice and character that distinguished us. Anyone could name at least ten different bands with guys like me leading them, but barely any with the same vibe she brought.”

You lingered over his explanation. He was an artist, he wanted to make something new, and besides his rather stoic outside you’d notice so far, he was more than happy to be part of something different. 

If only he had enough confidence to make himself into the character he wanted to be, because he definitely wasn’t shy either.

“...Just get up there and do it, at least for tonight. Try it.”

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You could only watch in awe from the crowd. Megumi was majestic. His voice was hypnotizing, the way his bangs fell over his face, the light causing small reflections in his eyes, his hands moved gracefully over his black, beaten up guitar.

The instrument was something that could easily be overlooked, like a spare tossed back stage for an emergency. Yet in Megumi’s arms, he made it seem like the thing was a precious relic, capable of much more than it led on. The colored stage lights caused a halo glow around his silhouette, almost as if he was a saint. 

It could be an in the moment thing, the emotion of the crowd, the fact you were so close to him. Maybe it was the whiplash you got from seeing him just half an hour before as a quiet, mostly reserved guy, to a model worthy shot currently in front of you. But oh, he was the most handsome rockstar you’d ever seen. 

And still, you sadly understood what he meant earlier about the band. Megumi was special to you right now because you knew he was different on stage then off it. He was nowhere near bad, but also such a contrast from the atmosphere the band previously brought. His vocals ringing through your ears produced by the speakers was enough proof he was an insanely talented person, but it wasn’t as heavenly as it had been paired with a raspier, yet higher and emotion filled tone Nobara had brought. 

Megumi still stood out in other ways though. Instead of the ‘basic’ look most guys wore around this scene, which consisted of baggy jeans or japanese denim paired with an ironic graphic tee or vintage band one, Megumi took on more of a V-kei style inspiration. You could guess he probably put more effort into it when he had shows, but if someone showed you a picture of him and told you he was a member of a band like Luna Sea or X Japan before you had properly met him, you wouldn’t have doubted it.

He couldn’t be overlooked on stage, not in appearance at least, but besides that, what really made them stand out more than the other band that had previously gone up before? Even bands with other female leads lacked what they used to have. Loud, bold, mean lead singer, even if it was just a stage personality. A true diva you could say.

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“That was ass…” Megumi mumbled, tossing his guitar case into the back of Maki’s black SUV. “What are you saying man? For a three person band we played great live!” Itadori announced, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders. Maki was already sitting in the driver's seat, clearly just wanting to go home at this point, considering Nobara wasn’t the only one that recently left the band. Their old fifth member had left a week ago for some exchange program. And now she was stuck around her strangely close to her age nephew and his chattery best friend. Megumi just scoffed and shut the trunk, dragging Itadori along to the car’s side door. “I missed a shit ton of notes because I focused too much on singing, my voice cracked like a hundred times-”

“Shut up! You were great, we were great!” Yuji cheered, just happy he had fun honestly. But he didn’t get it. As emo as it sounded, Megumi knew he was being a prick and just nitpicking, nonetheless, he couldn’t let go of the closest thing to perfect he had had. Music was more than just a stress reliever for him, he’d give up anything to be able to make this his career instead of working whatever lame corporate job he could settle for. Since he was little, even through his motivation loss of anything (and almost everything), he never let go of playing music, he never once left the house without his worn down red headphones, and he never planned on quitting his art. He never considered himself as a perfect person, that role belonged to his sister and his overly cheery best friend.

Megumi knew he could be a selfish man, and meeting you again that night proved it in more ways than one. 

He and Maki let Yuji drag them to a bar to meet up with Nobara as a celebration. Apparently it had karaoke, a detail he picked up when he walked through the front entrance. When they entered he wasn’t surprised to see Nobara up there already singing, she probably got bored of waiting even if it was just for a few minutes and wanted to have fun. What did catch him off guard however, was you. 

There you were, next to your friend on the bar’s makeshift stage, both of you performing some improvised cover of Celebrity Skin by Hole. The way you moved, your expressions, your voice. It was like he was starstruck. 

He never would have guessed he’d really run into you again after tonight, but he suddenly remembered what you had said earlier about finding another member to become the frontman of his band. He knew he needed to make sure he stayed in contact with you, convince you his band needed you. Feeling the waves of his insecurity still lingering, the desperation to achieve his band’s perfect form again, it drove him to stick by you the rest of the night after that. You took a shot, he followed. You chatted with a group and he’d stand silently by your side. Ask him a question and he’d answer. He kept the conversation rolling with you, easier now in comparison to earlier (most likely because of the alcohol) until he finally ‘popped’ the question. Would you be in his band? And he couldn’t swallow the slight irritation that rose in him when you just laughed. 

“You’re not serious right? You want me- not just in your band… but as the front of it?” He huffed almost silently, a hurt to his ego that you weren’t taking him seriously. “What’s so hard to believe? I saw you up there with Nobara earlier-“

“Fushiguro, listen I haven’t been in a band since highschool. Even then it was some crappy thing a guy I was dating had created, it was never serious…” He leaned more towards you, shifting slightly in the booth you had both cornered yourselves in. “So why’d you quit playing then? You clearly still love the scene, you watch all these bands play, but you don’t get involved?” 

You sighed before taking a sip of whatever tropical drink you had spontaneously let his other bandmate, Itadori, pick out before he wandered off. “Just other stuff… i’m going to college now, part time job to help pay for it and stuff, there’s no time, even if I wanted-”

“I’ll pay you for it- just be in the band”

What? 

“How much does your current job pay you? It’s not a… a real commitment right? I’ll pay you to be in the band- and don’t worry, I can afford it.”

Was this guy you just barely met seriously telling you he’d pay you to be in his band? You considered ditching him and leaving to go find Nobara, but before you could excuse yourself, he continued.

“You’re talented- really talented… I don’t wanna sound desperate, but you really seem like you could be great at this… tell me what your current job pays you, i’ll give you more than that, alright?”

You just stared at him shocked, you didn’t know if you just fell in love or grew more scared of him. 

“You’re insane.”

Megumi just huffed and slightly squinted his eyes at you, while you came to the conclusion he must be more drunk than you. “You said the last time you were in a band was because of your boyfriend right? Was that really it? Didn’t you enjoy it or even… want to do it?” You thought over his words, searching your brain for an answer that you already knew.

“He taught me guitar and… well I was in choir at the time, but I've always loved being in this scene, when he started a band… I was actually the one that offered to sing for it, I just wanted to be part of something different than what I was used to, like boring choir performances and getting yelled at by our teacher for wearing the wrong uniform, as if we were some professionals instead of just a shitty highschool choir. Honestly it’s probably why he ended up being my longest relationship, why I stayed with him even though he was lowkey one of those wanna be indie guys who are actually hidden misogynists. He gave me something I needed at the time.”

Megumi listened to you ramble on about how your highschool ex and his bandmates were kind of terrible guys to be around, all while reaching his own messy conclusion in his head. He sat there next to you, letting you get it all out while he worked through his own thoughts about what you had shared. If he was able to make you feel the same way your boyfriend had back then, by showing you something you wanted to be a part of, something to make your life more interesting, if he presented himself to you like something you needed then maybe you’d join in. He needed to convince you, prove why you wanted to be a part of his band. 

Megumi was about to speak up again, when suddenly a tray of shots was practically thrown onto the table. Megumi looked up, only to find a cheeky and halfway drunk Nobara looking down at them. She narrowed her eyes at him, before she slid the tray a bit closer to the two of you before she spoke up.

“Watch these- I bought them but we can’t finish them… I'll be back, just don’t let some drunk steal them.”

With that she walked off, most likely heading towards Maki to cling to her. 

He just sighed as his eyes followed after her, knowing she wasn’t going to come back for the drinks, and instead just picked one up for himself, downing it in just a few seconds. You copied his action, then set the glass down before speaking up again. 

“Listen… I just… don’t think it’s for me, thanks for the offer though.” 

Megumi could only observe you, he watched you mess with the shot glass you had placed down, taking in how the club’s lighting made certain aspects of your makeup stick out. The highlighter on your nose hadn’t really been noticeable before to him, but now he saw the small sparkles show in the lighting. Your eyeshadow seemed to grow faded under the tinted colored lights, although he couldn’t figure out if it was due to it being this late into the night or just some color theory gimmick. 

“...Just try it out with us at least, I won’t force you into this, if you really don’t want to… but seriously, think about it.” You exhaled, and let the exhaustion and alcohol take over you for a moment, just laying your head down on his shoulder. It was almost cute how he immediately tensed up, seeming to grow stiff at the unexpected physical contact. If he had pushed you off you wouldn’t be offended, but it surprised you when instead he hesitantly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting his hand hold onto your upper arm. 

You reached for another shot glass in front of you, sitting up slightly but still being in his embrace. You drank the alcohol, before turning your head to face him again.

“Why do you even want me in your band so badly?” you questioned him. Megumi held eye contact with you, tilting his head only slightly. “You’ve just... you have talent, it’s not hard to understand why. I want this band to go far, I wanna make something of my music... that includes trying to do what’s best for the band.”

“Does doing ‘what’s best for the band’ include cuddling up with some girl to try and persuade her to join your band?” 

To that, he just gave you a pointed look, seeming almost offended you’d accuse him of that. You let out a small laugh at his reaction, taking one of the few remaining shot glasses on the table, and in a state of tipsy braveness, putting it up to his lips. He understood the gesture, softening his expression and parting his lips, letting you tilt the drink into his mouth. You watched almost hypnotized as neither of you ever broke away from the other’s gaze. 

Megumi didn’t understand why he was letting you be so close to him, why he wasn’t pulling away. He chose to believe it was because he was desperate to have some sort of approval from you, the kind that would help you agree to his proposal, but another part of him couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you beyond that. So as the night played on, he let himself loosen up for the first time in a while. You were easy to get along with, at least in his eyes. You tried to understand his weird sarcastic jokes, even making him laugh with your own when you started to match his humor. And maybe it was the fact that he had been severely lacking any intimate form of affection that led him to so easily make such an out there decision. 

He soon found himself exhausted, laying next to you in his own bed, between his black silk sheets and cotton navy blue bed covers. Yet he didn’t regret any of it as he slowly let his memory catch up to his thoughts. Megumi turned on his side, glancing over your shoulder to watch what you were doing, the light on your phone illuminating your face, letting him clearly see your screen as well in the almost pitch black room. He almost let out a laugh when he saw you feeding and caring for some sort of digital pet you had on your phone. 

When Megumi felt comfortable enough with someone, he stopped overthinking his actions and just went with whatever his brain told him too in the moment. For him, what you had just done was not something meaningless and superficial, but if it happened with someone he wasn’t official with, he still believed there was an emotional connection there. And so he didn’t hesitate to drape an arm over your body, and tuck you in close, kissing the side of your neck. You didn’t dare push him away, even if it had only been less than half a day you’d spent with him, you could understand so far that he wasn’t the type to do something without any feeling behind it. You let him cuddle with you, let him hold you, because at the end of the day, you didn’t mind it at all either. 

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Megumi sat with you in his apartment’s living room. His taste for decor was definitely more vintage, most of the furniture seeming antique, most likely thrifted or bought from garage sales. Through lazy morning conversations he had convinced you to try playing at their next show with the band, he said he’d bring you to the practices if you needed a ride, and give you copies of their songs along with any videos of live performances he had saved. Now you just sat next to him on the couch, reading over lyrics of his band’s songs while he mindlessly tuned his guitar, trying to get it to his preferences after wearing it out last night. Some random cheesy drama playing on his TV on low volume became background noise after the movie you had both been previously watching on the channel ended.

Taking a break from reading lyrics, you turned your attention to watch his movements, seeing as he fidgeted with the strings in his guitar.

“…How long have you been playing?”

Megumi took his attention off the strings as he replied to you, “…Since I was still in grade school… my… guardian… gave me my first years ago, and I just kept playing from there.”

You noticed his slight hesitation when he mentioned who he had received his first instrument from, and so you chose to not focus on that. You figured he probably didn’t want to talk about that right now, and so you chose to ask a different question. 

“When did you know you wanted to go into music, as a career I mean?”

He strung the E string on his guitar one more time, before he sighed and just moved to gently lay it down on the empty spot next to him.

“Since I saw the college application requirements sophomore year of Highschool.” 

You smiled at his comment, just slightly shaking your head. 

“Seriously?” 

“No, well kind of… community college was always a choice, not a bad option either… but I never liked the idea of working on someone else’s schedule… I wanted to do something I actually enjoyed… not just because everyone else was doing it.” He took a pause and picked up his black coffee he had made earlier that morning with you. 

“Truth is, I wasn’t even bad at school, but nothing really gave me a calling… and then one day Maki asked me to join the band she was in… well that seemed interesting enough, then we needed a drummer, so I hesitantly got Yuji involved… and it just went from there.” He took a sip out of his drink, before placing it back down. You just hummed in response to his explanation, while Megumi directed his look towards you. “What are you in college for anyway?”

“Like why did I go to college?”

He blinked, before shaking his head slightly. “No… I mean your major.” 

“Oh, well I’m actually double majoring… in English and Visual Arts.” He gave you a short nod in reply. 

“Cool…”

“Yeah cool…”

There was a brief moment of silence while you returned back to reading the lyrics, however you both noticed how Megumi hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You were about to look back up, before being surprised when he moved to try and cuddle you into his side. He was an awkward guy, you could tell he wasn’t quite used to this type of ‘relationship’, but you didn’t pull away, maybe if you let him unwind in his own way he’d get the hang of it.

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“He looks like a dead dog that had been thrown overboard, oh god, get him out of the pit now.”

You laughed at Maki’s insults of Nobara’s latest talking stage, having already had a fit after just seeing the picture of some scrawny guy with thick eyebrows trying to crawl his way out of a crowd at a show apparently. Megumi who was sitting next to you just cocked an eyebrow at the picture, observing how this guy had apparently gotten his limbs tangled with the people around him.

“Have you ever seen a rat king?” And his statement only caused you more laughter. Nobara just sighed and put her head in her hands, having given up on defending this guy. 

“Okay whatever, how about you guys just focus on training y/n again!”

Maki let out a scoff, while Megumi just rolled his eyes. Nobara sighed and looked at you, “How are you feeling by the way? One week before the next show… you think you’re ready?” You blinked, before letting a small smile form on your expression. “Yeah… I think so, I’ve got the setlist memorized, you and Maki helped me pick the cutest outfit yesterday… that’s everything right?” 

She smirked and leaned back a bit, clapping her hands together. “It’s perf, just remember to be extra, people wanna see a performance, get them in the mood.” You nodded, feeling excitement bubbling at the thought of Friday night this week.

Just then you all turned your attention to the front door of Maki’s house opening, seeing Yuji happily walk in with boba and smoothies in a drink carrier along with bags full of carryout hanging from both his arms. 

“Food’s here!” 

Nobara was the first to jump up, helping him carry it all quicker to the kitchen table, not out of courtesy, but actual hunger. Maki let out a quiet laugh at her reaction, before moving with you and Megumi towards the kitchen. 

Soon enough practice had come to a break as you all ate the food you’d ordered from the nearby Tawainese place. And while you busied yourself finishing up your side, you saw Nobara lean in from her seat next to you, a suspicious smile on her face. You could already guess what she was going to say. 

“So… you and Fushiguro?” You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hold back the smile spreading on your face. “What about it?” She still looked at you with that same teasing smile, “Was he that good, it converted you into a prototype of Nana Osaki?” You just slapped her shoulder and shook your head. “Shut up… don’t even manifest that life on me, and he also had nothing to do with my decision… it seemed fun, and I wanted to try it.” She just giggled and stole a bite of your food, before sighing. “He’s too quiet to be attractive in my eyes… oh and he can definitely come off as pretentious at times, but… I guess he’s good enough for you.”

“Good enough?” You looked up at her statement. After finishing his food, he and Yuji wandered back into the living room, and based off his current flushed and annoyed expression, you figured they were having their version of you and Nobara’s conversation. 

“Well, we’ll just see where it goes…”

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Oh, this was exciting. You had forgotten how freeing it felt to be up here, to be performing on stage. 

You weren’t going to lie, just an hour earlier you had been basically clinging to Megumi from nerves. What if you blanked and forgot all the lyrics? What if you sounded terrible? What if you were boring to watch? What if-

But your thoughts were soon cut off, when Megumi chose to gently kiss you, distracting you from the doubts plaguing your head. He pulled away only less than a centimeter, mumbling against your lips, “You’ll be great… you practiced enough for this, don’t stress.” You hummed in understanding, before giving him a chaste peck again, and then fully pulling away this time. “Thanks Megs…”

And you swore to always believe Megumi after that. It was so freeing. When you had been in a band back in highschool, it was exciting, made you feel like you could be this daring persona, even if you only played at packed basement and underground shows. This was like that, except multiplied by ten. 

Between the music, the movement and personality of the crowd, you had forgotten how much you enjoyed singing, until now.

You felt as if you owed Megumi half of your soul, after all, he was the reason you were up here right now. So as a sign of thank you, during the outro of the last song on your guys’ set, you ran over to him, slamming your lips against his, the action motivated by a wave of confidence the crowd's atmosphere had brought you. To say this was definitely the right move to finish would be an understatement. 

When the sounds around you faded, you found yourself backstage with Megumi after. Sheepishly apologizing to him for catching him so off guard. It was quite the contrast to how you carried yourself not even twenty minutes earlier, but all he did was shake his head and smile. 

“It’s fine… not like it was bad… actually, I had something to ask you.” You met his eyes, feeling your face cool down from the slight embarrassment you just faced. 

“Yeah?”

Megumi let there be another second of silence between you two, before finally asking it.

“We’ve been… hanging around each other a lot… and done some… stuff… together, so… I know this might not be the most romantic or correct setting to do this in but, would you wanna go on an actual date? Not just band practice or me taking you home… like… actually go out?”

Your eyes widened slightly, the flush that had previously left your face now returned, but you couldn’t deny the excitement that had risen up in you. 

“...Yes- I mean really… that’d be great Megs…” He let out a small breath of relief, and gave you a shy smile.

“Cool… thank you.”

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You sat at your vanity, checking your makeup one more time before sighing and moving back, satisfied with the look. Currently wearing one of your favorite more ‘fancier’ outfits, your choice of music playing in the background. You mentally went over the list in your head, making sure you had everything done while grabbing your purse and throwing the last few extra items in. Letting out a sigh, you glanced at the time and sat down in the living room of your apartment, reading over Megumi’s last text, letting you know he was on his way. 

Maybe it was a bad idea to start dating the guitarist of the band you were now a part of, most stories don’t end well when they go like this, but that was just the cliche way things went. Screw the movies, they all lied about highschool, they’re probably lying about this. 

And besides, it wasn’t like Megumi was anything like the romance interests in the movies. He was an awkward, silent guy, and the more you thought about his way of being, the more you felt honored he had actually taken his focus onto trying to pursue you and off his music, which seemed to be his decided on life’s purpose. 

Lost in thought, you almost missed the knock on your door, you guessed signaling your date’s arrival. You made your way over, smiling when you had seen him standing awkwardly on the other side of your door through the peephole. He looked handsome, wearing a black button up and black denim, which just looked expensive on him. You could see the small bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

“Hey… you look great.”

You saw the smile form on Megumi’s face at the small compliment. “Thanks… I like.. The color of your dress, you look very pretty.” He looked over to the side, before stepping back from the door a bit, and finally handing you the flowers. “Nobara said these were your favorites… so if she got them wrong blame her, but i’ll get you the right ones next time.”

You felt a sense of fondness as you watched him there, knowing he had made an effort to find and bring them to you, this was definitely earning him some sort of brownie points. 

“Thank you Megs, really… don’t worry, these are my favorites,” you said as you took them from him, observing the petals and color for another second before moving to find a place to set them down, making a note to put them in a vase when you came back.

After making sure to properly lock your door, you took his hand on the way out. Leading him to the elevator, letting him press the button to the lobby.

“You’re still okay trying the place I told you about? It’s a new teppanyaki style place, and after that there's still that Jazz bar we can go to.” A ding of the elevator interrupts, and you hear the doors open at the second floor of the building. A girl walked in and you saw her look over you and Megumi, her gaze lingering on him for an extra moment before she just silently fits herself into the other corner of the elevator when she sees the lobby button had already been pressed. You just return to your conversation with Megumi, choosing not to ponder on her presence. 

“I would’ve just taken you straight to the bar, but besides their music, their food’s not that good…” he scrunched his nose a bit just at the reminder of it, and you just let out a short giggle. “Sounds perfect. I’m excited.” He seemed happy with your reassurance, and just tightened his hold on your hand, lightly rubbing his thumb in a circle on your skin. 

Soon enough you were both making your way outside of your apartment building and to where his car had been parked. With how alternative his image had been, you weren’t surprised to see him driving an older car. In fact you kind of predicted his personal car would’ve been more on the vintage side, but to find the gorgeous 1960’s impala almost made you go into shock. You knew he took good care of it just based on its exterior condition, and as he led you to the passenger seat’s door and opened it for you, you came to the conclusion this man was not real, and in fact a figment of your imagination. You gave his hand a tight squeeze as if to confirm his existence, before moving completely into the seat, and he only gave you a small questioning look, before shrugging it off and moving to get into his driver’s seat.

Based on the lyrics he wrote and ideals he discussed in his songs, you could tell he didn’t really care for tradition, but even then he was a gentleman. 

Megumi started the car and moved out of his previous parking spot, glancing over to make sure you seemed comfortable still, before speaking up, “I’ve got an aux cord… and some CD’s put away in front of you… whatever you're into.” Nodding in response you moved to turn on the radio, scared to leave even the smallest scratch or insignificant imprint anywhere. When you pressed the button, his previous CD that he had left in there started playing, and you decided not to remove it, liking the sound of whatever he had been playing before. He of course noticed, and took the opportunity to ask. “You're not gonna change it?” You looked over to him softly smiling, before returning your gaze back to the front of the road, watching the streetlights pass you by. “I like it, think I've heard it before…”

He hummed in response, keeping his eyes on the road, “It’s Depeche Mode.”

“They’re… Goth?”

There was a slight tug at his lips, before nodding, yet still not removing his eyes from the road.

“Something like that…”

The rest of the way went by with the radio on, and Megumi occasionally breaking the silence by asking you small talk questions. Spending time with Megumi had made you realize he was more of a ‘silent type’. He would ask you questions and answer you whenever you spoke to him, but he never said more than he had too. It’s like he ‘enjoyed the silence’, and preferred to show his emotions through actions rather than words. Physical touch and quality time were definitely more of his love language, and you didn’t mind that at all, because one way or another, he showed he cared, and showed he had genuine interest in you. You’d rather have evidence of that than empty words afterall.

Finally arriving at the restaurant, Megumi parked and got out of the car, and you didn’t miss the fast paced walk he did to get over to your side of the door to open it for you before you beat him to it. 

He took your hand again after you had gotten out of the car, leading you inside the restaurant, and all the way to your table. Megumi, besides his stoic and sort of intimidating exterior, was gentle when he wanted to be. When you both sat at the large table with a few other separate parties, he didn’t let go of your hand, not until the drinks had been set at the table. And even then he chose to push his chair in closer to yours than the stranger that set to the left of him. 

There were small signs he gave, actions of attraction, but it did catch you off guard when he suddenly became more protective of you the minute your table’s chef seemed to take a liking towards you. You could assume that part of his job was to be charismatic, complimenting the women that sat at their table and picking fun or joking with the men, but a specific compliment thrown towards you made Megumi tense up. Then when he ‘jokingly’ made a small heart with the cooking oil and fire and dedicated it to you, no one missed the glare Megumi threw at him. You didn’t ponder too much on it, but it oh so amused you how your previously quiet date suddenly became more interested in verbal interaction with you. When the chef made another glance towards you, Megumi quickly acted to suddenly have something to tell you. You became even more surprised when he seemed to run out of quick comments to spout out and started telling you short stories of his life. 

Soon his distraction had worked, and the two of you fell into your own conversations, not missing the few tricks the chef did while preparing the rice and your other choice of food, but definitely more submerged in your own world than whatever the rest of the table was up to. 

Even after Megumi’s… passive aggressiveness, the chef still smiled at the two of you, and you gave him a thank you, while Megumi only gave him a quick nod. The food having been served in front of the two of you still hot from just recently coming off the grill, you turned to Megumi when he started talking again.

“Have you ever eaten at places like this before?”

Thinking for a moment, before you responded to him, “Once or twice, with some friends… but this one’s different, the aesthetic of the place looks fancier…”

“Really?”

“Yeah… think it’s the lighting honestly… it’s more… I don’t know, romantic almost.”

“Well… that would be the point.”

You huffed and nudged him, before finally trying the food in front of you. You savored the taste, before making your opinion on it. “Oh… it’s really good, honestly, the cook did a good job.” 

Megumi just hummed in response, looking over your plate after taking a bite of his own meal. “It’s alright… nothing special…” You heard him mutter that last part, and almost giggled at his lingering jealousy.

“Could you cook like this?”

He continued eating, before pausing for a moment.

“Definitely… Gojo couldn’t cook growing up, and no offense to Tsumiki, she could definitely cook, but I think I was the best chef to come out of that household.”

“Oh, cocky are we?”

Megumi gave you a look at your sentence, he saw the teasing smile on your face, and it couldn’t help but be contagious.

“...It’s the truth, her food wasn’t bad, but it was always sweet in some way…”

“Not a fan of sweets?”

He shook his head a bit, finishing the food in his mouth before speaking. “Not really… it over-stimulates my mouth, I don’t know how anyone handles overly sweet stuff, like cotton candy or those giant cookies… it’s just unhealthy too, and expensive. It’s a waste of money.”

“Well yeah… but when you're in the mood, some money spent on a little sweet treat never hurts anyone…”

“A gambling addict has said some variation of that sentence before too, and look at those guys…”

You scoffed and shook your head, yet your smile still hadn’t disappeared. “Those are nowhere near the same thing…”

“If you like them, I won’t judge you, but I’m letting you know now.” You watched as he then took another bite of his food, clearly enjoying it despite his earlier one sided beef with the chef. 

“If I got one after this would you share it with me?”

He thought about it for a moment, before sighing. “Well… I guess it’d be rude to deny my date’s request…”

And he almost regretted his decision the moment he took his third bite of the overly sweet cake you had decided to order after your dinner. You laughed at his expression, as he let the spoon fall a little too dramatically on the plate, while he turned his face away. He knew he wouldn’t like it on the first bite, he pushed down the second bite, and just gave up on the last one. 

“Didn’t like it ‘gumi?”

“...You can finish it.”

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The atmosphere of the romantically lit, elegant Jazz bar offered a much warmer ambience than what the chilly sidewalk you and Megumi had previously been walking down had. You loosely held onto his arm while Megumi led you to a small table with only two seats. A simple but darling candlelit centerpiece decorated your table, along with a cotton tablecloth. 

Once you had situated yourself at the table, Megumi hesitated for a second before moving to sit down, you looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.

“...Do you want a drink?”

You glanced at the bar along one side of the room, before nodding and telling him your drink order. He then made his way over to the bar, and you observed his familiarity with the place, the way he spoke more casually to the bartender as if he knew him, which he probably did. However you noticed the way the bartender seemed surprised when he looked over and saw you at a table. He turned his attention back to Megumi and it looked like he made a teasing comment, to which your date just rolled his eyes at. 

After a few more minutes, he made his way back to you holding both your drinks. Placing them down in front of you, he settled into the chair next to you.

“Do you often come watch people play here?”

Megumi trailed his gaze to the front of the room, the small and stylish stage lit up with a warm toned spotlight, along with its polished wood floor.

“I’m not just a rockstar… what’s the point of liking music if you only limit yourself to one genre?” 

“That’s true… I mean, there's something good from every type of music…”

Megumi hummed in agreement, his eyes focused on one of the instruments propped on the back wall of the stage. “Exactly…”

You’d guess around ten minutes passed by, before you saw a beautifully dressed woman make herself on stage, she carried herself with an atmosphere of elegance yet friendliness, and introduced the first performer of the night. A few seconds after she walked off and you saw a man behind her start to play.

You were immediately mesmerized, and the enchantment only intensified as he continued playing. His music was beautiful, you could say he had a bit of modern influence, but still much respect for the classics. There were a few other people in the background helping create background instrumentals, but the saxophone the main performer played really stole the show. 

You and Megumi continued watching the whole performance, and at the end when the man said his goodbye’s to the crowd, Megumi turned to you.

“...What would you think of adding any sort of Jazz influence to rock music?”

You blinked in response, trailing your eyes over his face, noticing a glimmer in his eyes that seemed to contain inspiration.

“Like.. a rock-jazz band?”

He shook his head slightly, before answering, “No… not really but, a few musical influences from it, there’s a possibility there for a few great songs…”

You hummed in response, “Well, I think there’s definitely a way to turn it into something, switch some guitar harmonics…”

He tilted his head slightly, picking up his drink and sipping from it, “Definitely…”

You smiled and shook your head. “You’re such a music nerd…” 

He only gave you a playful glare at your comment.

It amused you how he seemed to relate everything back to the band if you let him. but you knew better than anyone you admired his dedication and passion.

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After the performances had ended at the bar, Megumi had offered you to come over, and the last thing you’d consider was to turn him down. You walked into his place, already being familiar with the atmosphere of his apartment. A movie had originally been put on, but after the main plot had wandered off so far from the original story, you both concluded it wasn’t worth watching anymore. But instead of turning it off, the two of you had ended up getting distracted with short kisses, which had now escalated into a full on makeout session.

Megumi held you close to him, letting you lean onto him, as he tilted his back on the couch to some degree, letting you slowly slip more and more onto his lap. He had run one of his hands up your collarbone, and was now teasingly tugging on your bra strap under the clothes. Just when he was about to make another move, you were both interrupted by a sudden weight pouncing on him, and startled, you pulled away from feeling fur suddenly rub against you, only to laugh when realizing what had happened. 

Megumi groaned when he was caught off guard by his dog, the large white husky lapping at his face excitedly. Unbeknowningly just having ‘cockblocked’ his owner. 

“You just chose to wake up now huh?” he grumbled out, and although his expression was annoyed, the way he petted and ruffled the dog's fur gave away his true feelings. About to express your surprise, it was just added onto when you saw and felt another black husky wander past your legs. 

“You didn’t tell me you had dogs!” you announced, excited by the revelation of his pets. The white dog which had previously nudged himself between the two of you, now excitedly turned to you, smelling your face before starting to happily try to lick at your face, only to be pulled back by Megumi.

“Why didn’t I see them last time I was over?”

Successfully getting his white dog to stay back, he sighed and looked at you again. “They were asleep… like they should be right now.” Besides his obviously pointed look at the pair, they only seemed to joyfully watch their owner, clearly just happy to see him.

“There’s not a thought behind those eyes…” He muttered out, watching as the black dog now attempted to jump up on the couch and make space for himself too. 

You didn’t mind the dogs at all really, running your hands over their furs, and at the first hint of affection from you, they both focused on your presence. 

“Don’t do that… they won’t leave you alone after.” You ignored his warning and just laughed at the dogs’ clear playfulness with you. “That doesn’t sound bad at all…”

“...Yeah, until they're suffocating you in your sleep.”

Megumi watched you interact with his pets, and although he was trying to act annoyed, he couldn’t hold back the soft smile that eventually formed on his face.

“Y’know… it’s cruel if you let them get attached if you don’t come over often…”

You glanced up at Megumi, looking at him with an intrigued look. “...Are you… bribing me Megumi?” He just shrugged in response. 

“I mean… if you’re not actually gonna… make anything official… it’s cruel to lead them on no?”

You scoffed playfully, “...Are we still just talking about the dogs?” He pretended to ponder for a second, before shrugging again. “...I know we’ve only been on one official date but… we’ve spent enough time together… for me to not be considered a weirdo if I asked you out... right? 

“Like… to officially be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, officially…”

You thought it over for a moment, watching the hopeful yet nervous look in his eyes. Megumi wanted you, more than he had thought he’d end up so. Your mind tracked back over the past month and a half since you had met him, and besides his original motive for approaching you, you couldn’t deny his clear genuine romantic interest in you. 

“That’s fine… I'd… really love that.”

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author’s notes

HIII GUYS!!! this is my first ever fan fic im sorry it’s like humongous, but i really hoped you enjoyed!!!

tysm so much if you read the whole thing it means so muchhhh

i’m thinking about turning this one into a series and just writing more story as the band continues to grow, so if you guys are interested pls pls pls let me know!!

did u guys catch the depche mode pun 😇

lowkey was inspired by nana just a bit 🤏

anyways, again tysm for reading, and please like & reblog if you enjoyed it!!

besos mwah 😽

[pickles-24]

All Eyes on You (Felix)

2- Who are you?

Author's note: This is my first fic In a while please be patient. ( Daisy Lyn is the Musian name - this is not real-)

PAIRING: College Felix!! x Musician fem reader!!

GENRES: social media au, smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers, college au, celebrity au, non-idol au

WARNINGS: cursing, slow-burn, alcohol/drug consumption, addiction, sexual jokes/ sexual content, toxic relationships, mental health disorders, trauma, mentions of abuse, offense jokes (NOT RACIST NOR ANYTHING LIKE THAT), Felix and MC have a small age gap (He's older by 2 1/2 years) THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY LINKED TO THE REAL DEALS!

SUMMARY: You're an up-and-coming musician with a decent platform. You and a Friend of Felix's get close eventually leading you to meet Him. Liking each other at first, wasn't in the cards due to several misunderstandings. Throughout the year You start gaining attention from more than just your fans. All eyes are on you.

"I.N?" You ask confused about how Jeongin turned to I.N. He nodded," Yeah, The last two letters of my first name." I.N made more sense now that he'd explained it. "That's a good nickname not gonna lie." You said as you looked at your phone. The time read 9:25, five more minutes until the orientation started. "So Y/N what's your major?" You turn back to him as you answer his question, "I'm majoring in music, but minoring in business."

"Oh that's cool, I'm actually also minoring in business, I'm majoring in Econ. "I.N. commented as he showed you his classes for the semester. He shared five classes with you. You were so relieved, "We share five classes." You said showing him your courses for the first semester. "Oh thank god, my friends and I have different majors and I was so worried," I.N. said giving you a smile. "Can we exchange numbers since we'll be seeing each other every day? If you're ok with it."

You nodded as you handed him your phone and vice versa. The audio crackled as the mic turned on. The orientation was about to start.

You look at your friends who aren’t paying any attention to the orientation and are on their phones. You were at least half listening to what was being said. You sent them a quick text to see if they were on board with the plans.

Time passed and eventually, after what seemed to be forever the orientation ended, "See y'all in a bit." I.N. waved as he left the auditorium where the orientation had just taken place. Shortly after You followed as you made your way back to the car with Soojin and Minnie. "I wanna join a sorority," Soojin said as this time she hoped in the front and Minnie took her place in the back. You gave her a strange look," And why exactly would you want to do that?"

You turned on the car and connected your phone to play some music. Minnie also confused as to why Soojin wanted to join a sorority turned to her, "Do you even know what that is?" Soojin shook her head and answered her girlfriend, "No but I do know that If I take one for the team and join we are partying always." She by Harry styles played in the background as you sigh.

Soojin wasn't necessarily a party girl or at least she wasn't like that in high school. You hoped that with her wanting to join one of the school's sororities she wouldn't regret it. As you turned to exit the campus parking lot a car came speeding by and almost caused an accident. You honked at it and the person driving flipped you off. "What a fucking cunt." You swore taking a deep breath and making your way down to the arcade.

Upon arrival, you notice the same car parked horribly, you roll your eyes as you try to find another parking spot. "You guys can go in and tell I.N I'll be right there." Your friends nod as you drop them off and look for another parking spot that wasn't right next to the ass hat that took 2 parking spots. About a minute later you found one and parked. You made your way into the arcade where spotted I.N., your friends, and some other people.

"Hey," You say approaching him, "Sorry the asshole in the blue Camero took 2 spots." You said not knowing that the owner of the car was behind you. " And who are you?" The voice said not sounding very pleased he was called an asshole. You turned around and said, "I'm Y/N, who are you?" He scoffed taking his car keys out, "I'm Felix, The asshole in the blue Camero"

taglist: @seungseung-minmin

[obey-me-disaster]

Could we maybe get some head cannons for how the brothers would sped Valentine’s Day with Mc? (Possibly the dateables as well…)Pleases and thank yous :)

A/N: I will do the brothers in this post and I will do a part 2 with the dateables another day ^-^

I decided to add a bit of a twist on it. In some devilgram Satan was asking MC more about Valentine's day(meaning it doesn't really exist in Devildom). So what if the brothers take MC back in the human world to celebrate it? It would be away from other demons and really special for MC.

Demon brothers x gn!MC

How would they spend their Valentine's Day in the human world

Devildom didn't really have the concept of Valentine's day, and honestly, why would they? Some of the demons that worked closer with humans knew about it, but had no reason to bring this tradition down in Devildom.

Or at least that was the case until the exchange program took place. Since then, a myriad of human worlds trends and customs started to become popular in Devildom, including Valentine's day.

Of course he wasn't going to miss the chance to celebrate this with you, but the question is, how? It's still a pretty new custom in Devildom. That's when the idea of 'why not celebrate it in the human world' came into his mind. Not only would it be special, but he and MC would be away from the rest of the demon brothers too...

Lucifer

Factory tour

He takes MC to watch a theatre play that was the inspiration for some of the cursed records he has.

He is fully aware that MC can't listen to some of his cursed records without being harmed so he takes them to watch the play those records are inspired from.

Lucifer in general is a big fan of theatre, so he is really glad that he can share that part of him with MC. He doesn't ramble about it the same way Levi would about his video games, but he still shows a more cheerfull and relaxed side of him.

After the play is done he takes them to have dinner at a restaurant near the theatre. He also bought some of his really expensive demonus. While alone it has no effect on humans, it can be mixed with some normal alcohol.

If it's a place MC is familiar with, he would love to take a walk with MC so they can present him the place.

At the end of the night, both of them go to the hotel room he booked.(the fact that Diavolo owns a populat hotel chain in the human world is really convenient)

MC next year take this man to a factory tour please he will find it romantic, I promise

Mammon

He is the brother that knows the human world the best. Satan may have read about it and Belphie may have observed humans in the past but Mammon is the only one with true hands on experience in there.

All of the money the money that he spends during this date have been earned fair and square, so he wouldn't have problems with Lucifer later on.

The first place he takes them isn't actually a casino, it's a cinema! He bought all of the sits so it would be only the two of them in there.

Only after the movie does he take to a casino. He plans on showing off all of his gambling skills and if MC wants to learn how to gamble, he would be more than happy to show them.

With all of the money he gets from gambling, he plans on buying a set of matching necklaces for him and MC.

Leviathan

He first takes MC to an arcade so he can show off his skills and win a plushie for them. If MC wins something for him in return he refuse to let go of it.

After his social battery starts to go low he takes them to karaoke. He loves karaoke, and the ones in the human world have songs that he has a hard time finding in Devildom.

He tries to dedicate MC a love song from an anime but starts panicking when they look at him so he changes the song last second.

The karaoke place he chose also serves food so they end up eating there as both them try to choose on what songs to pick.

If the town happens to have some attraction from one of his animes/video games he goes there with MC to take pictures.

The whole time he tries and fails to act out scenes from his dating sims. If MC were to indulge him in this he would be over the moon

Satan

He has read a ton of books with romance in them and he plans to recreate as many romantic scenes as possible. He got the whole day planned.

His understanding of the human world comes only from books and whatever MC has told him up until that point so he is prone to making some...embarrassing mistakes to say the least.

He started the date by taking MC to a library where they could choose books for one another. The whole thing took 3 hours and they almost lost their reservations at a fancy restaurant.

After he and MC are done talking about the books they have picked over their meal he leads them to different museums and art exhibitions that he thinks MC might like.

MC doesn't need any kind of guide to tell them the history of different exhibits, Satan can do it for them just fine.

He ends the date with a walk through whatever city he decided to take MC for their date. He wants to take his time with MC and make their date last as long as possible.

Asmodeus

He has so many places he wants to see and take photos of. Clubs, restaurants, coffee shops, spas. There are so many clothes and accesories he could get. For both you and himself.

He first takes MC on a shopping spree where he bought dozens of new outfits for the both of them. Where did he keep all the stuff he got? He just charmed a store employee to keep all the stuff until he and MC came back.

After the shopping spree they went to a popular coffee shop to take a break before to take pictures in places he deemed good enough. Again, he charmed a random passerby into being his and MC's photographer.

If MC is not comfortable with having their picture taken he 100% finds some alternative ways.

As night starts to set in, Asmo decides to bring MC to a nightclub that he heard was popular. This time he didn't even need to use his powers to get free drinks and acces to VIP areas.

After they got back in Devildom, Asmo surprises MC with a photo album with pictures taken during their date. While a good amount of the pictures he took where for his devilgram, his original idea was to create an album just for the two of them.

Beelzebub

His original plan was to take MC out to eat at various restaurants in the human world, and to some extent they do that.

He rarely comes in the human world and depending on where he decides to take MC, it would could be a completely new place for them too.

So he decides to go sight seeing with them and stop at some of the restaurants they see to stop and eat, so that his hunger wouldn't interrupt their date.

He tries to make each stop at a different restaurant feel like a date on it's own. That way, it would be like they had multiple dates in one day.

He tries to buy a gift for MC while both of them are in the human world so they could have something to remind them of this date.

Unfortunately he is way to obvious about what he is trying to do and even the most oblivious of MCs would be fully aware of what he is trying to do. It's the thought that counts after all...

Belphegor

He slept for nearly 24 before this date so he could be as awake as he could. After getting over his hatred for humanity he starts getting curious about human stuff again.

It's canon that he loves both the circus and thrill rides so he is taking MC to an amusement park then to a circus.

If MC is the type of person that really can't handle thrill rides he will tease them for it but won't force them and will find something more relaxing. If it's too boring he will take a nap on their lap. He claims that he needs it to regain his energy but he just wants to be close to MC.

During one of the trapeze acts at the circus, MC can feel Belphie tense as he watches the entire thing. If he gets too nervous he will start to hold onto MC's arm. this actually happened in season, it was kind of cute

After having fun at both the circus and the amusement park, they go order some food to go and Belphie leads them to a place where they can stargaze. As he starts telling them stories about different constellations he can feel himself becoming tired but tries to not fall asleep.

He collapses the moment he touches a bed tho. He will sleep for 12 hours straight. He loved the date but it was too much for him at once.

[glambots]

By the way, happy Holidays in advance!

Do the animatronics have their own festive celebrations once the pizzaplex is closed? Do they receive gifts or make gifts? You can choose the 4 characters you prefer for this. Thanks for all your hard work, I love what you do and I wish you everything you love for next year!

I'll do the Glams/band for this one!

🎩Glamrock Freddy + Holiday HCs:🎩

⭐Freddy is definitely the kind of guy to put gifts together by-hand--and they're usually filled with merchandise and vouchers of some kind. He'd love to give more "personal" gifts, but still, it's more about the sentiment behind the gift, rather than what's given...right? (He still really hopes you like it, though.)

⭐Almost everyone on the staff gets a "gift" from Freddy Fazbear for..."Fazmas." Though it's mostly a corporate issued gift card or voucher for the Plex itself. Gotta get that money cycling back into the arcade-economy! Freddy is aware of this tradition, though he feels a little awkward knowing the gifts didn't actually come from him.

⭐Aside from putting together gifts, Freddy spends most of his holidays responding to fanmail. When I say the man gets just about as many letters as Santa, I mean it. Not that he doesn't appreciate the cards and letters he gets! It can just be a bit...much. He only has so many shelves to display things on!

🍕Glamrock Chica + Holiday HCs:🍕

⭐Chica loves decorating. She absolutely lives for helping string up Fazmas lights all around the 'Plex. She'll even try to sneak up some mistletoe here and there if she can get away with it! (Which she can, usually until someone gets caught under it and then it gets taken away--killjoys!)

⭐Her gifts tend to be little bundles of candy, vouchers, and hand-made Fazmas cards. They're very basic, but she puts a lot of love and genuine care into each package. There are ribbons everywhere. Stickers. Glitter. Bows. She even swaps out her regular candy selection for more "holiday-themed" treats to give out.

⭐Honestly, out of the group, Chica is the most holiday-crazy. She'll spend hours looping holiday songs on repeat until either Roxy or Monty threaten to break her stereo if she doesn't play something else for the love of god please if they have to listen to "Jinglebell Rock" one more Got Dam time--

🐺Roxanne Wolf + Holiday HCs:🐺

⭐Being your resident "tsundere," it is up to Roxy to be the "Bah! Humbug" of the group. She's too cool for all this sappy Fazmas junk. Why get all excited over nothing? It's just another day. (She says, spending countless hours poring over what gifts to get her bandmates.) They better appreciate all she does for them!

⭐Still, that "Grinch-like" mentality is never shown around the fans. No need to ruin it for the little rockstars. Besides, she has to admit--she looks pretty good in-costume. But, like, when doesn't she? Not to mention, she gives Mariah Carey a run for her money when it comes to performing "All I Want For (Faz)mas!"

⭐Really, though, as much as she puts on an act in the face of "holiday spirit," Roxy is such a sucker for getting holidays cards. She might not get nearly as many as Freddy, obviously, but the ones she does get, she displays with complete and utter pride. And if anyone (Monty) makes a snide comment on it, she'll kick their ass!

🐊Montgomery Gator + Holiday HCs:🐊

⭐Compared to Roxy, Monty kind of flip-flops between trying to act too "cool" for the holiday hype, and being completely obvious about his love for the holidays. Because, who wouldn't be hype?! It's Fazmas, baby! Time to crack open some (non-alcoholic) eggnog and Jinglebell Rock-n-Roll!

⭐When it comes to character costumes, he's almost always cast as a reindeer of some sort. Mostly because the elf costumes won't fit on him, and corporate just has to have Freddy play Santa. Every. Year. No, he's not salty about it, not at all! Why would you think that? He says, drawing a mustache and horns on the nearest "Santa Paws" poster. Stupid, lucky bigshot bear...

⭐Monty's gifts are very...self-promotional. Usually vouchers to his own attractions, something with his autograph on it, and a Fazmas-themed "limited edition" Monty plush. And he fully expects you to love it, because why wouldn't you? Look at how cool his plush looks! Check out that autograph! And you get a chance to hang out with him even more! What's not to love?!

[eir-parade]

AGGRO (AG)

Vivid BAD SQUAD Adjacent Unit

A group of teenagers who have lost sight of their own dreams but have come together to discover one together.

Shinonome Akito - After learning of the truth of RAD WEEKEND, lost his way and dream but wants to find something. Lyricist.

Hinomori Shiho - After distancing herself from her friends and being too scared to reach out to them again, Shiho gave up her hope to become a professional but finds herself wanting to try to express her passion in another form. Partial Composer/Beats, spray painter.

Momoi Airi - Ex-Idol who hated not being able to be on stage and only used as a TV personality. Airi is angry and wants to be able to vent her frustration in some form. Choreography.

Kusanagi Nene - No longer feeling able to chase her dream to be a musical actress, Nene finds herself in arcades to pass the time but can’t help to get this music out of her head. Partial Composer/Beats.

SEKAI: Abandoned Arcade SEKAI

Can also be called the Rage Room SEKAI

As it’s called, an old Arcade, filled with broken down machines.

Dark, the only light really being the old hanging flourescents.

Seemingly can sense the frustration of the owners, and so will ‘spawn’ new machines for them to release their anger on.

First Virtual Singers

Hatsune Miku - Similar to VBS Miku. Despite being unsure of what she is doing, all she knows is that she wants to sing.

Kagamine Len - Not much of a singer but loves to express his emotions through art. He is specifically the one who inspires Shiho to do the exact same thing.

Virtual Singers

Order of Appearance (StC)

Kagamine Rin - Lazy and doesn’t ever feel like singing or dancing. All she ever really wants to do is sit down and play games. Gets excited when Nene comes to SEKAI with a new game for her to play. Represents that it’s okay to take breaks. (Appears in Main Story)

KAITO - AGGRO’S ONE MAN HYPE SQUAD. A professional in his own right, he cheers on the group constantly, believing that they will be able to attain what they want. They will be able to chase and catch their dreams. If they won’t believe in themselves, he will fill that space and be their hope.

MEIKO - Angry. All the time. She’s probably the reason the machines in the SEKAI are constantly broken. Supposed to represent that it’s okay to take out your frustrations sometimes but she doesn't really do it in a healthy way. Is always shouting at someone or straight up avoids them. Always drinking from a flash - is it alcohol? Is it coffee? Is it an energy drink? Who knows.

Megurine Luka - Calm and free-spirited. The opposite of MEIKO, represents that there is another way to take out their frustration other than through physical means. Luka offers an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean or cry on. She’s the one who offers the most helpful advice when the others need it.

Subject to Change as I go on figuring out this AU more.

[kikithedeceiver]

For the Milgram ask game. How about question 2, 7, 12, 18, 21 for Mikoto :3

milgram character ask game !

I SHOULDN'T HAVE RAMBLED TO YOU ABOUT MILGRAM! DAMMIT, LIZ!

Fine my next fav, Mikoto...and John because you can't really talk about one without the other.

Also disclaimer: I'm a singlet. Just saying in case I offend anyone and feel free to correct me on anything I say wrong. Last question sort of get personal as well, so adding a read more.

2. favorite mv moment/frame?

Can't really choose because:

Mikoto looked so damn at peace here since he's finally able to catch a break

The devastation John felt when he finally realised he screwed Mikoto over big time for what he thought was good for him still hurts me every time I see this scene

7. favorite relationships with another character if they weren't in milgram, the way you'd imagine or would like them to be?

I do have this whole ass AU living in my head where no one is a murderer and living a healthier life, but still coping with their trauma of what could have led them to murder. Also it's more Amane-centred but ANYWAYS.

In that AU, where Mikoto isn't working in an exploitative asf company, yet still enjoys his line of work and can support his fam, I can see him trying to hang out with the rest of the cast from Milgram. Just anytime when he's off work, he'll catch up with whoever wants to chat for a bit. He'll go out with anyone! Maybe with Mahiru as she chats away about what's happening in her life, with Fuuta to just let him vent and maybe watch him play some arcade/mobile games, with Kotoko to just chill. Oh, there's still the smoking group! Night out drinking (Mikoto just gets non-alcoholic drinks tho).

As for Mikoto with John, I guess he'd try to come to terms that he basically has a headmate living inside him, but still try to stay optimistic about it. He knows John is looking out for him (no murder in this AU here), and he's working on communicating better with him too. Mikoto tries contacting him by writing stuff in a journal, and after a while, John also writes back. He also leaves sticky notes around their home to remind Mikoto to take care of himself.

Also also, John is here to listen to whatever is upsetting Mikoto, which he refuses to show anyone. Only John knows, and he comforts him as best as he can. Making sure Mikoto is tucked in, doing the chores around their home as Mikoto rest, etc.

12. what do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

I really hope I'm not saying anything wrong here, but here goes...

It's mentioned a lot by fans already that they wished John wasn't the stereotypical bad alter that's always shown in media, but hey, he has layers and more personality than just assumed to be a cold, ruthless murderer, so we got that! I guess what I wish talked about more is how stress from work is a factor in why John committed the murder for Mikoto's sake. There are reasons behind why the murder happened, and honestly, I think it's the company Mikoto worked at that caused this whole thing to spiral out of control for them. Doesn't justify murder, but I can see why John did what he did when he believed what he did was to relieve Mikoto's stress, thus saving him.

18. which non-deco vocaloid songs do you think suit them?

I'm still thinking, but I think Lost One's Weeping fits Mikoto well. Mikoto tried so hard to do well and please everyone, but he is finally cracking since what he tried to pursue wasn't what he thought it would be, and now he's lost. However, I thought of The Servant of Evil fits John as well since he's willing to die for Mikoto if it meant no further harm would come to him.

21. do you have any similarities with them/relate to something in them?

...You're really asking me this.

*inhales*

In a sense, yes. It's very personal and I don't want to get into too much of it here, but I just want to protect whatever goodness I have in myself while continuing to exist. I want that part of me to be happy, that's all.

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Aries 

No matter what you think, we’re not here to judge you. Others might, but we won’t. To that end… You didn’t want to take down your… “Year-End Holiday Lights”, and that’s OK! But may we suggest you trade them out for those new-fangled color-programmable ones? Slave them to your Home Automation system and they’ll change with each new holiday’s theme with no direct input from you. Sadly we’ve already passed May 9th, which was Lost Sock Memorial Day. So add that to your holiday list for next year. 

Taurus 

Let’s face facts - you are never going to beat that Super Mario Brothers Arcade Game High Score anytime soon. Oh, you were good in your youth, and you could afford to buy an original 1983 coin-op cabinet to play on… but do you really think you can score over Five and-a-half Million Points to take the world record away? We don’t think so either. Save that $1,500 and take a vacation next month. 

Gemini  

Remember the cartoon series ReBoot? It was produced between 1994 and 2002. One of the opening lines was, “They say the User lives outside the Net and inputs games for pleasure.” Well guess what was released to the public in 2001 by Nintendo. That’s right… a Blue… Game… Cube! If Mainframe Entertainment had TradeMarked that term, they could’ve gotten some kind of marketing deal with Nintendo and had Money To Spare! (*Sigh*) This week, try to think way ahead.

Cancer Moon-Child 

There’s a specific set of dice that are used in table-top gaming: D4, D6, D8, D10, D12, and D20. They’re all some typical geometric shapes, but. There have been some weird ones that’ve come down the pike ever since. So yes, you can buy a D1, which is a form that ALWAYS lands on a specific side, and the D7 which is a Klingon Battleship. This week, remember that The Fourth will be with you, Always. 

Leo 

You remember hearing how “Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees is one of the best songs to use to time your CPR Compressions? It’s not the only one. You could use ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”, “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor, “One Week” by the Barenaked Ladies, or, ironically enough, “Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen. But if you really want to screw with the person’s head as they come to, have everyone around you hum “The Imperial March” from Star Wars. That’ll scare them enough to wake them up without resorting to smelling salts. This week, listen to some old music again.

Virgo 

Speaking of Smelling Salts… Don’t use them! Sure, it’s kinda funny to use them as a prank to wake up your friends when they’ve fallen asleep first at a party, but don’t use them when playing sports. Yes, you can get a hit of oxygen into your blood due to more respiration, but you don’t need it. You’re an umpire… at a Pee-Wee T-Ball league. Just relax this week.

Libra 

It’s five o’clock somewhere, so you might as well have a drink!  Come to think of it, have a lot of drinks, but make it a challenge; Run something through your Soda Stream that isn’t supposed to be. Something alcoholic. Better yet, you’re smart and innovative. The patent for the original “SodaStream”.. OH, sorry… the “aerating liquid machine” expired a long time ago. Go ahead and redesign it to work with liquors and make a killing in the Novelty Bar Drink market!  

Scorpio 

Speaking of drinks, Scorpio; This week you’re going to visit an old house. Make sure you have an extra-bright flashlight with you because you’re going to find a bomb. Not a munition, but an old Hawaiian Punch tin can from the early 1980’s. It’ll look like a blue and red mis-shapen rugby ball. DO NOT TOUCH THIS UNHAPPY ABOMINATION! Just take a picture and walk away. Leave disarming that to the professionals.

Sagittarius 

You need to clean up your Whatnot Drawer in the kitchen, like it or not. First off, that bag of rubber bands? They’ve dried up and crumbled into chunks. The super glue hasn’t dried out yet, but it’s almost ready to spill all over the battery cases. And as for those, you have three locations where you’ve been storing batteries. Just condense it into one place. This week just… get your act together.

Capricorn 

Sexy asked for, sexy delivered. We’re challenging you to buy the thinnest, tightest bikini possible for the summer. And before you ask, no! You’re not going to buy it from Wicked Weasle, the Barely There Bikini Shop, or Bitsy’s Bikinis. Head out to your local hardware store and get yourself a gallon of Benjamin Moore Latex, a 3-Inch natural-hair brush, and an understanding get-away driver for the beach. Good luck!

Aquarius 

You get a sexy one too! You’ve been worried about your weight, and we’re going to tell you not to. A couple kilos isn’t gonna kill you, and it might even be fun. Some of your clothing’s gonna fit a little tighter, look a little smoother, and need you to reconsider sporting underwear to keep the lines unblemished. Now, remember, we said “a couple” kilos, meaning two; not three or four. You start making excuses and rationalizations and you might as well buy an emergency sewing repair kit. Actually, do that anyway.  

Pisces  

When everyone said, “May the Fourth be with you”, and you answered back, “- and also with you”... We get it. It’s OK. It’s like muscle memory now. You can stop being embarrassed about it now. Just take a breath and have a drink of wine to calm your nerves. But, you know… not that watered down stuff. Drink the GOOD stuff. Riunite… on ice. It’s So Nice! (Yes, it’s a hold over from last week’s commercial theme. It was tough coming up with one for you, alright?)

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

[lilithrebellion]

Imagine older Amayui going out for drinks. What are they like drunk lol

This is just my personal thing, but I don't drink because I hate the taste, so I have no idea what to picture when it comes to drinking 😅

Same with the question about drugs, Amaya wouldn't like the idea of being inebriated, and I don't see Yui caring for it all that much either.

I've been to a gay bar exactly one time, on a Monday afternoon because it had arcade games and interesting bar food. Still wouldn't say it was really my scene, or the type of place they would find fun....

Although there is one AU I thought of, which is a police one. (Definitely inspired by that one jailhouse themed merch line. Where my exact train of thought was "Wow, right where they belong. Does that mean Yui's the cop? Can we be cops? I'm so down to throw them in jail and toss the key.")

Basically, Yui is new to the force and took the job because she wanted to help people. She's partnered with Amaya, who is following after her father (now retired) but is known for being difficult and not following the rules.

They're assigned a missing persons case, which everyone thinks is just some teen runaway and not worth the effort. But they end up busting perfect politician Karlheinz's human trafficking ring, and expose how he was using his influence to bribe the police and avoid arrest.

So back to the point, after he's prosecuted, the department takes Amayui out to celebrate. They only take a couple sips to be polite because, work, but still decide to go home together just to be safe.

It's an excuse and you all know how that turns out. 😂😂😂

"It was the alcohol."

"You guys took like, two sips, max."

"It was the alcohol!!"

Spoilers, it was not, lol.

On another note, I think Yui would be like how Amenadiel is in Lucifer, in how she's able to gain the trust/cooperation from people who usually wouldn't trust cops because she actually listens to what they have to say. Which was key in taking down Karlheinz.

Because you bet your ass this fic will be about calling out police corruption lol.

[roffmychest]

Tw: discussion of addiction, self harm, drinking

I've confessed here before that it felt like no one believes me about having an addictive personality. It feels like it's gotten worse. My brother believes me, which is good. Hes very firm about no smoking or drug use in our house which keeps me leveled in some ways, but it feels like I'm relying too heavy on alcohol. It hasnt.....escalated I guess, yet. But when I'm upset I drink, I want to get drunk, I just want to forget everything. I want to be a little less aware. And this is different from a previous self harm addiction because that never made me feel off, it didn't take the edge off, it just hurt and brought me back down to earth. Now I don't want to be on earth. Not in a suicidal way, just a life sucks and I'd rather not be aware sort of way.

Im not very forth coming with my best friend about everything, and I probably should be. She wouldn't want me to lose myself in substances. No one would, I know that, its just so hard sometimes. I find myself planning ways to get drunk without my brother finding out. Planning how I would smoke without him knowing, or trying to figure out how to get my hands on drugs. I know logically how awful these ideas and plans are. I keep telling myself it's fine because I'm not acting on any of it, but that feels flimsy. I'm also in the middle of writing a very heavy story involving drug addiction and alcohol abuse and I keep thinking "oh well I need to know how it feels to be able to describe it properly, to do it its do credit" but that's just another excuse I think. I'm feeling all sorts of mixed up.

I know I should stop drinking. I should make our house a dry house out of an abundance of caution, limit myself on bar trips. Set some rules. We bought some more wine the other day and I made a comment about being relieved about having alcohol in the house again, and my brother shot me this look. He made a joke about alcoholism, but I could tell it wasn't really a joke. He sees through me. I'm glad I don't live alone, I think I'd really struggle if I lived alone.

We're moving to the city soon, and I'm gonna be around a lot more people smoking and drinking. I'm hoping to get things under control by then, but I don't even know where to begin. I've mentioned before, or maybe I haven't, I don't remember, that it seems that no one wants to help me and believe me until I hit rock bottom and "prove" to them that I'm bad enough to need help and consideration. So I dont even know where to begin with getting my thoughts and urges under control.

I have another sibling who has been nothing but flippant about my concerns, which pisses me off. We grew up on the stories of our uncles on both sides of the family being in an out of rehab, all these stories about drug and alcohol abuse and how addiction runs in the family. And they just brush me and my concerns aside, say its all just bullshit about growing up in a dry house and a strong culture of not drinking. But I know it's not and it pisses me off how flippant they are. Must be really fucking nice for them, to not have to restrain themselves from blowing their savings every time they go to the arcade. To not have to lock up knives when they're feeling low. It must be really fucking nice to not have to hand over your wallet to someone else because you don't trust yourself not to walk down to the gas station for drinks and cigarettes the second you're left alone. It must be really fucking nice to not feel like that.

I just don't know what to do right now. I don't want to lose my friends, my job, my life just because I have this stupid itch in my brain. Maybe I'll go talk to my brother, or my best friend. I'm not sure. Just....thanks for listening

.

[deviantpastry]

is there a word for when something you kinda sorta noticed a while ago becomes glaringly obvious? if not, there should be.

so. tonight I was reflecting on the chat I had with my parents earlier. and I was thinking about how whenever my mom mentions going to the casino, I feel ... sad and angry and resigned all at once.

and I weirdly remembered a conversation I had in therapy years ago. we were talking about how distant my mom and I are and how I need to accept that there is a point of no further improvement in our relationship and everything that goes along with that. and I said something like "this is gonna be as good as it gets. she only built a relationship with my sister because they've been going to casinos together since my sister turned 21."

and the therapist was like. hold on. does your mom have a gambling addiction?

and like. I had talked pretty openly about the abusive shit and processed all that and had not once mentioned the casinos.

and tonight that memory of therapy came back and I realised that I ... never talk about the gambling addiction. I talk about the abuse, sometimes, with people I'm close to. but not even all of them know about the gambling.

and like ... I'm just sitting with this realisation and wondering why. why don't I talk about it?

I guess it's easier to talk about abuse than addiction because ... abuse is ... more tangible? you can talk about things said and done and people can understand?

but ... saying "I resent my mom putting gambling above all else, especially her family"? like ... how do you say that you spent so much time in casino arcades that you developed strategies with your siblings on the precise angles needed to beat the machines? that you were weirdly comfortable with hotels because you were in them every weekend? that you knew where the good buffets were?

it sounds like you're moaning about going on holiday all the time.

but it wasn't anything like that. casinos are always dark and loud. they stink of stale alcohol and piss. there are some seriously creepy and sketchy people hanging about.

my dad was with us when we were out in the arcades and getting food, but my mom was glued to the machines. and he would have to go be with her.

so to keep us safe we were in the hotel room.

as the oldest, I was in charge (I was 11). I was fucking terrified of drunks I could hear going down the hallway. my siblings and I would watch shitty hotel tv until they fell asleep.

I could not sleep until my parents were back, so I read.

and this was my weekends. until I was 13 and then apparently old enough to watch my siblings for a night or two at home.

because ... she just had to be at the casino, you see. and my dad went with her.

and at 13 I was even more terrified being in the house alone and in charge than in the hotels. at least hotels have security a phone call away. the house just had me.

so I would have all of us pile in to the living room with our blankets and pillows. we made forts in front of the tv, and watched movies all night. slept with the tv and the lights on.

it was the only way we felt safe.

and when I got older, the main source of fighting between me and my mom was me trying to get her to confront her addiction. to get help.

and eventually I just ... stopped trying to help her. which was a whole grieving process I had to go through.

which brings me back to today. my mom talking about how she went on a casino cruise and is doing another one in Feb. with my sister. of course.

and I've just realised the fact that the two of them did this casino cruise bonding thing ... that is what made me look at this properly. that is what jogged the memory from therapy

because while she was talking about it, I just passively listened with quiet resignation like always. I don't ask questions because I can't stand it, and this is the weird unspoken agreement we have created.

and I don't know where I am going with this now. like. every time we talk there is casino stories. and I never really talk to anyone about how that makes me feel other than my life partner.

I guess it's because ... the abuse ended almost two decades ago. I made my peace with it. I will always have trauma from it, but I processed it.

but the addiction. that never ends. that will always be a part of our relationship. and it feels ... wrong to complain about something I put up with for the sake of maintaining some connection.

and I know that is silly. no one would think any less of me or be critical of me for it.

ah. and there's the rub. I do believe a small part of me doesn't fully believe that. that people would turn around and say "you didn't have a choice then, but you do now, so why don't you say anything? you're as much to blame as she is for letting her influence you."

and while logically, I know the people I would talk about this with have never given me any reason to believe they would say anything of the sort (quite the opposite, they would likely be supportive as they always are), part of me is still very much "it's not worth the risk of them leaving you or thinking less or fighting."

AND I KNOW THAT IS TRAUMA REARING ITS HEAD AND NONE OF THEM WOULD EVER TREAT ME THAT WAY.

but ah. hmm. this is going to be a fucker of a wall to bring down.

I'll get there. eventually. for now, this realisation is more than enough.

[carito-dorito]

When it comes to Regine is a hard toll, because I've been in that exact same position of hers of defending a toxic ex partner that hurt me multiple times and taking all the responsability by myself and defend his shitty behavior. This does not mean I defend her 100% but it's HARD to go into a black and white situation of also treating her as if she's worse than Win. Dude he blamed her miscarriage, my toxic ex and many bullies and abusers I had blamed me for shit I didn't do or weren't my fault and out of my control and hurt my friends or use me as a emotional scapegoat as a way of making me feel awful.

Also I have read rumours of how Regine has been yelling at Win before getting on stage. And some pictures I've seen of her right after the first article was published to be barely holding it together. I don't want to confirm anything but I remember it clearly trying to confront people like Win and just being forced to perform or spoil them as much as they wanted to. She has to leave him for good despite what are the circumstances and face reality and accept that she is being mistreated and she did a terrible choice to stay by his side

Win Butler needs some time away from society, 5 people (another person came up, plus another one more since a twitter thread also came up and that makes 6 in total) because he did something terrible. and I can imagine his son and his wife being in danger bc of someone like him. Alcohol does not excuse SA AND NEVER WILL.

The only thing I do still do is listen to a small extract of Age of Anxiety because that is the only thing that kept me going through 2022 and without it I can't be functional at all (Luckily I have it in an MP3 file so, I'm no longer streaming their songs)

Arcade Fire helped me cope with unaliving and taught me how important was to channel my emotions through art, even the ugly ones no one liked in paintings and stories.

Not sure if it's because I am a neurodivergent person (ADHD+looking for an autism diagnosis) that went through a lot of trauma and I held onto them so badly. But I try and avoid listening to them mostly bc I feel disgusting and even worse, however I could listen to them solely throughout the day. I only keep that specific song bc of burnout and shit is the one that makes my brain focus and barely functional.

What bothers me and should be concerning is how people and companies are willing to give him money. The whole Ticketmaster fiasco is proof of that, or how some fans are still attending concerts and shit not believing the victims and treating WB as God in Earth and contributing to rape culture by ignoring all what he did. He'll continue to do this bc he is no longer a small indie boy, he's a white dude in his 40's making music for Sony and has won multiple prizes including the grammy. This whole fiasco just shows how he benefits from this rotten and corrupt system that allows him to still produce music.

I separate Win Butler from Arcade Fire because they did the art, not him. Haiti? By Regine Chassagne. Will Butler? He is an amazing singer and composer. Richie, Sarah, Tim, Jeremy, all built AF for what it was. But as for now, I can only hope Win Butler pays for what he did and every victim can find some peace after this.

what the actual fuck, win butler? 

i loved arcade fire so much. now i can’t even listen to arcade fire anymore and i am so fucking heartbroken.

even now i still can’t believe that win did what he did. how could someone who seems so socially conscious do something like that? arcade fire’s song porno seems so disgustingly ridiculous now. i hate win butler now, i hate him so much.

i think i understand the concept of heartbreak a bit better now. it’s when you love something so, so much and then suddenly you realise you can’t love it anymore, instead you hate it. heartbreak is a swift decline from overwhelming love to overwhelming hate. and that’s how i feel about arcade fire.

obviously the rest of arcade fire cannot be blamed for win’s actions. régine deserves so much better, and she didn’t have to defend him. but win’s sexual misconduct has taken a toll of many people’s perceptions of arcade fire, including my own. i will never see them in the same way again.

people talk about trying to “separate the art from the artist”. my dad (and hella ignorant mum) still listen to arcade fire. in my dad’s case it’s because he’s kinda  managed to separate the music from win butler. (in my mum’s case it’s because she doesn’t fucking care and only knows like two of their songs, she always insults arcade fire’s music when i play it, but suddenly she’s gushing about how much she likes their music… but that’s a whole other rant). i can’t help but wonder if “separating the art from the artist” is ok, rather than having to let go altogether. i mean, michael jackson also did some horrible things and people still play his music everywhere.

i’ve really wanted to discuss this topic with people for a while but nobody has been interested. is it ok to listen to an artist’s music if the artist themselves has harmed people, as long as their harmful actions/opinions aren’t reflected in their music? i first started considering the topic when i learnt about morrissey’s political views. i guess i’ve been fixating on this question because of my moral ocd. 

as i said before, i am very heartbroken. to be honest, i don’t think i’m gonna get over this. i guess i’m going to have to say goodbye to arcade fire.

my heart goes out to those who were directly impacted by win’s sexual misconduct. their heartbreak must be infinitely greater than my own. they are all so brave to have spoken out and i really hope they’re doing ok. 

fuck you, win butler!

[widowbitessting]

Reader is geeting hit on and the trio is like nope she‘s our baby?

I'm gonna go ahead and merge two asks together if that's okay!💋

luckypupsmama asked: Sorry to drop another prompt on you, but what would happen if Nat, Wanda, Carol and baby go out and have to deal with a guy hitting on one or all of them

Warnings: douchy guy who gets his ass handed to him

Words: 1435 words

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“I gotta use the bathroom.” You groan, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. The extremely large - and half drunk - milkshake sits in front of you; the whipped cream being the first to go, and when you had dove head first into it, Carol had warned you to slow down. 

Obviously, you didn’t listen. Not when there was chocolaty goodness to inhale. The alcohol was an added bonus too. Which is why you probably need the toilet. You never had a good bladder when it came to drinking - MJ would constantly boo you on your nights out for breaking your pee seal first. 

Wanda blocks your exit from the booth, her milkshake still had a large dollop of whipped cream that you were eyeing; Natasha and Carol being on the opposite side of the two of you - their drinks: milkshakes also after you had demanded they get because, “Hey, it’s not everyday you get to drink alcohol in an Adult Milkshake Bar; I refuse for you to order boring wine!” - near enough going untouched. You eye their whipped cream too. 

“I told you to slow down, kitten.” Carol smirks at you. “Do you want one of us to come with you? It’s getting pretty busy in here.”

You glance around before shaking your head. 

“I’ll be fine. Plus there’s an arcade I kinda wanna take a look at...” 

Wanda goes to move to let you past but feigns shock horror at your words. 

“Detka saw the games arcade, we’re never getting out.” 

“I’m offended you didn’t think I’d Google this place the second you told me where we were going, Wands.” 

Wanda can only laugh as she pulls you closer for a kiss. 

“You have fifteen minutes, kotenok.” She says, licking your bottom lip. “If you’re not back by then I’m sending in the big dogs.” 

You follow her glance to Natasha and Carol, who smile and wave sweetly at you. 

“Tick tock, baby. Get going.” Natasha says, eyes following you as you slip out of the booth. You jump when Wanda smacks your ass as you pass her, sticking her tongue out at you when you shoot her a playful glare. 

“See you in a minute! Time me!” 

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In your defence, you were on your way back in record time, being a good girl and taking the long way to avoid the games arcade...but...you stupidly risk a glance at the shining lights and theatrical music and well; you decide to use your fifteen minutes of play time wisely. You’re quick to make a beeline for the brightly lit stairs, eyes instantly finding your girlfriends in your booth, talking to one another. One of them makes Wanda laugh and you can hear it from where you are, and it makes you pause on the steps to watch them. 

You are the literal definition of a love sick puppy, especially when you see Wanda scoop her whipped cream with her straw and put it into your glass.

“Awww.”

Natasha shifts in her seat and just before her eyes spot you on the stairs, you run off to the next floor giggling.

Five minutes later and you’re carrying your cup of quarters and a small bunch of candy in your hands - your first little win; taking your time to check out the different games. 

You’re sucking on a lollypop when you see it.

The claw machine. Or to be more specific, the prize you could win. 

A Cookie Monster plushie.

You’re far too enthralled by the need to win the prize to notice the man lurking behind you, watching you with a smug smile.

He leans against the ‘closed’ Pac-Man machine and watches as you waste most of your quarters. When you let out a frustrated “Fuck!” he moves closer until he is leaning on the side of your claw machine. 

“Looks like you could use some help.”

You barley even shoot him a glance as you deposit another quarter. 

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, taking a step closer. “I’d hate to see a pretty thing waste her money. I like to think I’m a claw machine expert.” 

You roll your eyes and watch the claw reach down again, nervously sucking on your lollypop, as it grasps the cuddly toy for a second before it drops it. 

“I’m fine, honest.” 

“Come on now...I’d make it cute...we’d have a Ghost moment and I’d win you that toy and then as a thank you, we’d get drinks and then I’d get my happy ending.” 

You ignore him and try again. This time the claw actually grabs the toy and lifts it from the pack. You grin, watching it, but just as it’s about to be released into the chute, the claw just stops, leaving your prize dangling there. 

You glare at it. 

“For fuck sake.”

“Whaddya say?” The man presses. 

“You know -” You stop when you finally look at him and snort. “Gross, dude, you’re old enough to be my dad.” 

“Into older men are we?” He steps into your personal space and reeks of alcohol. 

“Older women, yes.” You say. “You? No.”

“Oh that’s hot. Do you fancy a threesome? I’d love to see two chicks bone. That would be hot!” 

“No, thanks. My girlfriends are pretty territorial.” 

“Girlfriends?” He grins. “Jackpot! Are they as sexy as you?” 

“Listen, I’m really not interested. Just back off, yeah?” 

He tuts, rolling his eyes. 

“God it’s a shame. Losing another hot one to the dykes.” He tries to tuck some hair behind your ear but you slap his hand away, offended. “Your lips are perfect for sucking dick - have you ever tried it before?” 

“Yeah your mom’s. Back up!” 

“You heard the woman,” Natasha’s voice comes from behind you, immediately causing you to grin. “Back up. Now.” 

“This one of your girlfriends?” 

Natasha wraps her arm around you as Wanda and Carol appear by your side too. They’re holding hands, glowering at the drunken fool before you. 

“No way, there’s four of you!” 

“Leave. Now.” Wanda growls, taking a step towards him. He looks at her before pulling a face. 

“Nah, you’re not my type. Neither is your blonde bimbo here. Red head here I could do with a bag on your head but you...” He motions at you. “Innocence is such a turn on.” 

The man stupidly tries to tap your nose and before he can make another comment, you slap him hard across the face. Fuck, does it hurt, your hand stings at the impact and you’re far too distracted to notice the man reeling his own hand back to hit you. 

Only, Natasha moves faster; catching his wrist in her hand. She grips tightly, causing him to squeal in pain before kneeing him in the groin, flooring him. 

“We will not ask again; leave and stop harassing what is ours.” Natasha growls. 

He struggles to his feet, wincing and holding his manhood.

“Stupid...fucks!” 

Carol quietly advances on him, glowering at him with such an intensity that has him scarpering away in terror; finally leaving you with your girlfriends. 

You sag into Natasha. 

“Thank you so much.” 

She turns to you, eyes raking over your body, checking for injuries. 

“Did he hurt you?” Wanda asks. 

“Did he touch you?” Carol asks.

“I swear to God if he did I’ll castrate him in the parking lot.” Natasha growls. 

“No, no I’m fine.” You look at the three women individually. “I’m okay.”

You stroke Wanda’s cheek before kissing her delicately. 

“There’s one of my heroes,” you whisper. 

You stroke Carol’s cheek neck and bring her lips down to yours.

“There’s my next hero...” 

You hold Natasha’s face in both your hands. 

“There’s my final hero.”

You kiss Natasha and gasp when she slams you back, hitting the claw machine behind you. You’re quick to pull away when you hear the familiar dull thud of a prize landing in the chute.

“Oh my God!” 

You spin and grab the toy, excitedly showing your perplexed girlfriends.

“Is that the Cookie Monster?” Wanda asks. 

“Mhmm!” Is all you can say before blushing furiously. 

Natasha takes it from you, grinning. 

“I’ll forever be quite partial to this thing now because of you.” 

More kisses are shared and Wanda ends up hugging the stuffed toy to her chest. 

“Wanna go home?” Carol asks, lips finding your neck.

“Yes please.” You gasp out when Natasha’s knee presses between your legs. 

“Good.” Wanda says, licking the shell of your ear. “Because we’ve asked for a takeaway container of whipped cream and we intend on using it...” 

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[cacoetheswriting]

hi, i hope you're having a good day! i was wondering if you could write an eddie x reader fic based on the songs "endgame" or "delicate" by taylor swift?

i'm currently fixating on the reputation album and can't stop linking it to eddie so i just had to send in a request! please let me know if you are uninterested or uncomfy, thank you so much!

hey there, hope you're having a great day also and thank you for your request! jsksjs i'm literally obsessed with repuation and think it fits eddie perfectly omg! i based this fic more so on 'end game', but also gave it my own spin (hope you don't mind).

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k warnings: mutual pining, adult language, jealousy, eddie being a dingus, use of pet names (sweetheart), slight emotional hurt, mentions of alcohol consumption - unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

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This date has gone from bad to worse. 

A casual walk around town and a trip to the arcade, (because boys in Hawkins can’t ever come up with anything original), didn’t sound like a bad plan at first. In hindsight, it’s probably because you were angry at the person you actually wanted to be going out with. At that point, anything would have been a good idea, simply out of spite.

You regretted saying yes now. You would rather be at home nursing your memories than entertaining this pity date. Especially because the extremely awkward conversation dotted throughout the evening made you want to bang your head against a wall. Jesus Christ, was this man boring. Your mom always warned you about people that peaked in high school, you should have listened.

Finally at The Hideout there is quiet — well, no, it’s just too noisy to hear what your companion is saying. You’ve never met anyone that liked talking more than your current date, as if air was running out sometime soon and he wanted to make the most of it. But, and you hated to admit it, he was pretty cute, which is one the main reasons you agreed to tonight — as bad as that is to say.

Not as cute as Eddie, you think and quickly scan your surroundings in hopes you would see his brown locks and this whole charade could end. 

The bar is filled with buzz of drunken talk, loud and incoherent music, glass clatter, and a fog of smoke. Typical Tuesday night at The Hideout. Yet unfortunately, no sight of your metalhead.

“Passing requires accuracy,” your date switches to the topic of football tricks, you simply nod along. Partially because you can barely hear him over the electric guitar of the current song, primarily because you just don’t care. 

“Because you know the player you are throwing to might have opposing players near him trying to block or intercept the ball…”

The rest of your date's words fade into the distance as he steps through the doors. Time stops.

Eddie ignores the people greeting him, instead his eyes instantly find yours like a magnet and he sizes you up from the other side of the room, sending a chill down your spine.

“Would you like another drink?”

The question brings you back from your short-lived trance. You look back at your date and smile sweetly before shaking your head, declining his offer. He nods and proceeds to order something for himself before beginning another ‘guess what’ story.

If you couldn’t focus before, you sure as hell were fucked now.

Swallowing thickly, you glance at the entrance once again. Eddie’s gaze is still burning into you, his eyes narrow. Your stomach churns and you feel your skin turn clammy. Fuck.

Not even a minute ago you wanted this. Now all of a sudden you feel sheepish about this whole situation. Foolish even. Foolish for thinking bringing some random guy from your community college to a place your ex-fling frequented would make said ex jealous. Jealous enough to admit he’s wrong.

Unbeknown to you, Eddie did feel jealousy coursing through his veins. His heart beating fast, eyes not leaving your frame for a second as he pushes through the crowd towards the side of the small stage.

“Hey, guys, how long has she been sitting there?” Eddie questions his fellow bandmates without averting his eyes from the bar. 

The group exchanges knowing glances. Gareth clears his throat. “The last thirty minutes, I’d say.”

“Yeah,” Jeff chimes in, “about that.”

Eddie nods, then proceeds to ask, “And she’s been with him the entire time?”

“Eddie, come on—”

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” the band says simultaneously.

His jaw clenches.

You continue to feel his piercing eyes on you. Your leg starts to bounce and you’re thankful your date is good at being the oblivious jock, making a comment about the song playing as opposed to the overall aura of nervousness you were no doubt displaying.

And you feel terrible. Twisted. It’s horrible to admit you only saw your date as a means to an end. He definitely deserves better. Although, a certain part of you thinks it's his own fault for even asking you out in the first place considering your reputation.

All of Hawkins knew you were chasing after Eddie Munson ever since freshman year of high school. Always almost there, but thanks to the metalheads own insecurities, never quite enough.

“Can you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the bathroom,” you state and point to the toilet sign, just in case he didn’t hear you properly. “All this beer isn’t good for my small bladder.”

“Sure thing,” he replies and reaches for the plastic cup of peanuts, “but don’t be too long cause I think the band is about to start.”

You glance at the stage. More accurately at Eddie who, it appears, took a break from eyeing you to tune his guitar. (Or so you thought).

Chewing down on the inside of your cheek, and without saying anything else to your date, you make your way to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the minimal solitude you were hoping to experience falls through when you try to close the door behind you and a ring-clad hand appears, pushing it open.

Startled, you stumble backwards, allowing Eddie to step inside. He locks the two of you within and proceeds to smile. The grin is cheeky, annoying even, borderline smug.

“Don’t you think you should quit playing with other people’s feelings, sweetheart.” 

His voice sends a tremble down your spine.

“Fuck off, Eddie.”

The metalhead chuckles under his nose. He runs a hand through his brown locks before reaching for your arm and pulling you towards him — unsurprisingly, there is little to no resistance from you. 

Standing toe to toe, he slips one arm around your waist, his hand making home underneath your armpit, over the side of your rib cage. Just like that, your heart stops and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

Faking confidence, you manage to blurt out: “What do you want, Eddie?”

“I’ll be honest—”

“That’s a first,” you let the words slip out of your mouth, interrupting him.

Eddie doesn’t appreciate your comment. His eyes go dark and suddenly your back is pressed against the cold tile wall. No escape. 

“As I was saying,” he continues casually, “I’m feeling quite jealous seeing you here with… whoever that guy is.”

(Aha. One step closer to victory.)

“Good. Serves you right.”

Eddie arches a brow. His eyes travel down to your lips and he can’t help but lick his own just thinking about how it would feel to kiss you right now. Phenomenal, no doubt. Things with you were always phenomenal.

“Look, sweetheart, that fight we had, that’s nothing,” he begins in a smooth tone, “Just a small tiff between two people that care deeply for one another. We can’t let it get in the way of what we have.”

You scoff. “And what exactly do we have, Eddie? Hmm?”, you challenge while huffing up your chest. The action, albeit small, causes Eddie to freeze momentarily because, Jesus — and he hated himself for even focusing on this right now — were your nipples hard?

“If I remember correctly, you said I needed to get a life and quit following you around like a lost puppy,” you continue, the anger in your tone causes the metalhead to loosen his hold on you as in all the time he’s known you, he’s never seen you this upset.

“So I did what you told me, Eddie. I found myself a date who thinks I’m hot, smart, funny, and not just there for his entertainment. Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking asshole all the damn time, you’d also find someone.”

“I do have someone like that,” he states quite harshly and you roll your eyes. Was he for real right now?

“Then what the fuck are we doing here, Eddie? Go be with that person and leave me the fuck alone,” your voice brakes meekly during at the end and you are fighting every fibre of your being not to cry. “I really don’t need this bullshit right now.”

Before Eddie can react or respond, you free yourself from his grasp and exit the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. He then follows you outside, although because of his delayed reaction, you’re back at the bar with your date and his heart sinks. He’s such a fucking idiot.

He returns to his bandmates who, judging by the displeased look on his face, knew better than to ask what just happened. They scramble onto the small stage and even though the last thing Eddie wants to do now was perform, he picks up his guitar and approaches the mic.

The second his voice booms throughout the venue, you tense and hastily order another drink. With the cold beverage in hand, you adjust in your seat to face the stage, although you refuse to look at him because it would only hurt that much more.

It was stupid to think coming here tonight was close to being a good idea. You may have made him a little bit jealous but it didn’t matter. Not when he had someone in his life that was everything you ever hoped to be.

“Shit, they're so good,” your date exclaims and all you can do is nod.

The set drags — at least for you. When it finally ends, the crowd erupts in a roar of cheers, including the guy you were with. You clap slowly while standing up on your feet, eager to get out of here.

Sliding a hand down your date’s arm to grab his attention, you can feel someone else’s gaze burning into you and your stomach flips. So you muster a smile as your date looks at you, pushing any agitating feelings down.

“Think I’m ready to call it a night,” you say honestly.

“Sure thing, darling.”

He follows you out obediently and you’re grateful, he really is such a nice guy. Maybe this evening wasn’t so bad. Maybe something good came out of it.

The cool air is soothing. For a brief moment, you’re able to relax.

“I had a really good time tonight,” your date exclaims, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Me too,” you respond. A small white lie.

“Maybe I can call you tomorrow? We can do this again sometime?”

“Sure thing.” 

He chuckles. “That’s my catchphrase.” 

You crack a genuine smile. “Well, it’s a good catchphrase.”

There is a brief moment of silence. People are slowly starting to trickle out of the bar and you’re back to feeling nervous. You didn’t want to see Eddie again. Not tonight.

“I’m only down the road so I can walk, are you okay to get home?”

“Yeah, but will you be okay by yourself? Wouldn’t want some creep following you or something.”

(No we wouldn’t.)

“I’ll be okay. I promise.”

He’s hesitant but nods eventually.

“Goodnight then, darling.”

“Goodnight.”

You like that he’s respectful and doesn’t try to hug or kiss you. Instead, he waves and you watch him walk away. The second he’s out of sight, you rummage through your handbag to retrieve a packet of cigarettes. Smoking relaxed you. And fuck did you need it right now.

Exhaling, you begin to walk in the direction of your home. Though, once again, your solitude is short lived.

“It’s not fucking bullshit!” 

A voice you recognise as Eddie’s bellows and you turn on your heel to face him. In the space of a single heartbeat, the metalhead is standing in front of you. He takes the cigarette from your hand, throwing it to the ground.

“I was enjoying that,” you mutter unimpressed.

Eddie ignores you, taking your hands in his before repeating, “It’s not fucking bullshit, okay?”

The curious glimmer in your eyes mixed with the sadness he no doubt caused is all the encouragement he needs to utter this next part.

“You’re that someone, okay? You are it for me. There’s no one else.”

His words ring in your ears. But he doesn’t give you enough time to process because he continues, “Fuck, sweetheart, it really pains me to see you with someone that is not me. And I know what I said that night, I remember every horrendous detail, but you gotta believe when I say I didn't mean it. I just fucking panicked when you told me how you really felt about me.”

Eddie sighs. You’re frozen as his hands move to cup your face.

“If anything, these last few days away from you made me realise that even though I told you to move on, I can’t let you go. It’s like your hand is printed on my fucking soul or something.”

“Eddie,” you’re not sure what you’re about to utter next. Which is why you feel quite grateful he places his thumb across your mouth, stopping you.

“I fucking…” Eddie takes a deep breath and presses his forehead to yours, “...I fucking love you.” 

Eddie’s gaze travels to your lips. It’s an unspoken plea which you answer by grabbing onto the collar of his t-shirt. Within a split-second, he closes the gap between you.

The kiss does not feel the same as any of the previous ones you shared. This kiss is passionate. It further ignites a certain spark with every breathing moment your lips are connected. It feels like a promise, that he really does love you. It’s real. He’s real. This is real.

Slowly, and quite reluctantly, Eddie pulls away. There is a smile spread across his face from cheek to cheek, an expression you can’t help but return.

“I fucking love you too, Eddie.”

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Edit: TBD.

hi yes I may come back to tumblr once more just to post my Epithet Erased content

Professor Vincenzo Alchester

Epithet : "Monarch"

"My epithet allows me to control people and treat them like they're my royal subjects"

"...In what way exactly..?" -Molly

"...I dunno! But I'll leave that for you to find out yourself." -Vincenzo

Trivia:

The name "Vincenzo" means "prevailing; conquering" in italian.

Vincenzo is from a lineage of multi-talented individuals. They aspire to be one of their ancestors to be seen as the great painter of the bunch.

Another savant who loves learning the history and art around them. And the study of butterflies, which so happens to be related to their epithet. That's where they got their epiphany.

A scholar who graduated along with Sylvester Ashling. Vincenzo and him used to be good friends (since they have a lot in common) but as education tore them apart, sets them off as rivals... Frenemies? Maybe?

Their birthday is on the 24th of November (Which makes them a Sagittarius)

They live on their own space in their family's art museum, where they always took duty of in the weekends and greet museum comers, as their tour guide.

They also teach in a school as an art teacher and a history sub teacher.

Vincenzo's wardrobe consists of knitted sweaters hued with orange, brown, and beige. They love warm colors very much

Sometimes, when they summon a bunch of monarch butterflies, they tend to swarm their hair a lot if they get giddy and happy

Keeps a briefcase with them whenever they go so they can draw whenever they suddenly have an idea

They are very athletic! Though sometimes they forget they are and is a bit clumsy

They love spicy food

Listens to a lot of orchestra music. Secretly loves pop

Will fight someone who makes among us jokes (even though they do theirself)

Speaking of battle, they'd probably use their briefcase as their weapon. It works

VERY VERY extra. As in they'll appear out of nowhere with a fuckton of butterflies assisting them flying down when greeting museum visitors.

Avalon Crymncourt

Epithet : "Crystal"

"And arcade showdown? Huh... I haven't felt this much energy in my life before. How about we go real-time and fight with epithets?" -Avalon

Trivia:

Nobody really knows his origin. But judging by his appearance, he is probably a seaside folk. Who knows?

Even he doesn't know where he came from

His life in Sweet Jazz City started off as an underling in this small crime organization called [REDACTED] when a bunch of criminals forced him to join them for his strong epithet.

He realized back then that he was being tricked into getting his life on the front line and decided to turn their own plan against them and almost got them arrested. Almost. A high bounty catch was the only thing he gave up to the police.

Not knowing what to do with his money, he decided to open up his own arcade building in Sweet Jazz City after discovering an abandoned-yet-working game machine. It was his hideout from the now "crime group" running after him.

His epithet was the one that kept him safe as a youth. Isolating himself in his own gem cave.

Commonly, yellow crystals appear on their cheeks, shoulders, and back as a sign of excitement. If the crystals are mixed with different colors, beware of his radius.

Simply their epithet is just as unstable as their mental state.

Avalon likes any sorts of drinks, except alcohol (obviously)

Especially energy drinks, as these keeps his adrenaline going from a breakdown.

He met Professor Vincenzo and Molly when they were going to his new arcade in town.

His bedroom is filled with figurines and a gamer set, assumably a streamer of some sort.

He has 2 pet cockatoos named "Butter" and "Pretzel"

Also a pet corgi "Mr. Barkson" who is literally the mascot and name of his arcade

He loves beanies :]

He visits this convenience store with a bunch of japanese food and sweets. He finds it comforting

Owns a rack of vinyl records and a polaroid camera. He is definitely the epitome of "retro style"

He actually owns a few gas masks for style

Aside that, only a few people only seen his face. (including Molly and Vincenzo) He's insecure with his face crystals and eyebags.

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That is all lmao. Feel free to submit a question or anything in my inbox regarding them. I love their design so much (although I may redesign it for specific reasons, also because Avalon belongs to my friend aheehoo)

Oh and these characters aren't actually associated with the canon Epithet Erased series. I made them out of fun. :]

[lemonpika]

>>dating them in the 90s

characters included: eren jaeger, armin arlert, levi ackerman, jean kirstein

content warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed use

general headcanons of what dating them in the 90s would be like! (feat. their wardrobes + 90s romcom meetcutes!)

EREN JAEGER:

You met Eren at a show. He was playing in his garage band and you just couldn’t get your eyes off of him.

You had some fake beer in your hand as you shyly approached him after their setlist was over.

He laughed in your face as you asked him if he was going for a Nirvana kinda vibe

But he thought you were cute so he decided to chat you up for the rest of the evening

He even invited you to go up to his room with him so you could smoke some of his leftover weed

As expected, he was strumming some sloppy Nirvana chords as he took a few hits

It doesn’t take long before the two of you fall in love. He probably asks you out after a week of hanging out with you in his room

He often sneaks you out of your house so that the two of you could break into the neighbor’s swimming pool and go skinny-dip just for the fun of it

Eren drives a shitbox from the ’80s, but it’s been able to withstand the crazy 2 am road trips you’ve been on

His car is always filled with random fast food bags and cups despite you asking him to clean up once in a while

He also tends to hotbox the shit of his car when he’s with you

DID I MENTION THAT HE LOVES SHOTGUNNING YOU TOO ;)))))

Most of the time, Eren brings your favorite fast food and quotes the cheesy, obnoxious lines from whatever commercial it was featured in

Your music taste will shift the longer you stay with Eren. Your playlist will shift from Mariah and Tupac to Nirvana and Korn within a matter of weeks.

You always steal Eren’s torn flannels, even though they always reek of cheap weed and cigarette ash

You also like to bring up how Eren’s long hair reminds you of Heath Ledger

And Eren has no idea who the fuck you’re talking about

He makes alternative mixtapes for you and he will be genuinely hurt if you don’t listen to it to the point where the cassette is disintegrating

He loves going to parties that his friends organize so he’ll drag you along to a few ragers

Sometimes, you have to pull him away from the pool just to make sure he doesn’t accidentally drown himself in his drunken haze

He constantly has his hand on your thigh when you’re watching TV together, always asking if you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself

He takes a lot of pictures of you when you’re doing some accomplice shit with him.

Like he has so many pictures of you with a blunt between your fingers and a beer bottle in another while you stand in front of a burning building

He loves taking you to arcades too, he loves the old school beat em-up’s and will constantly challenge you to a round

Conversations with him either last for hours, or it’s belittled down to a few reassuring grunts as the two of you sink into the couch.

He probably fucking bites you affectionately too because he feral like that

He also likes to bite your bottom lip when he kisses you, he likes the surprised noises you make

ARMIN ARLERT:

You met Armin during one of your beach trips with some friends. It was the summer after graduation and you were looking forward to going to college!

You spotted him along the shoreline just wading in the water and splashing around with his own group and you instantly fell in love

Your best friend pushes you to go talk to him so you approach him while he’s taking a rest under the shade of his umbrella, reading peacefully

You sit down on the sand next to him and ask what he’s reading. And to your surprise, he’s extremely excited to share

Unbeknownst to you, but Armin felt the exact same way you did about him when he first caught a glimpse at you. He just thought you were super attractive!

He reveals that he’s from out-of-town and is only here for the annual beach trip he takes with friends

But he mentions that he’ll be a freshman at the university you’re attending in the fall and that the city he’s from is only about an hour away

It starts off as a cute summer fling, with both of you flirting casually over the week-long span of his trip

But the two of you are quick to fall in love and are nearly inseparable by the time his trip is over

You take naps together in the back of his van, enjoying the sea breeze as he holds you close

He also stays up all night with you just talking about books he’s read or some movies that he’d want to catch with you before he leaves

He’ll also read to you while you’re resting in his lap, music playing softly over the car stereo

Sometimes he’ll drive over to your house to hang out and sleepover a few times

He’s kinda nosy tho. He’ll look at your stuff and ask you about it because old boy’s curious

He likes to lay in your bed and read with you nestled underneath his arm following along. It’s such a serene, calm environment

But even after the trip, he’ll take the hour-long drive just to hang out with you and have those cute starlit conversations he loved so dearly

You’ll be on the phone with him for hours, making any other calls to your house go straight to dial-tone since the line is always busy

He plays with your hair a lot, whether that’s by stroking your scalp soothingly or by pulling gently on individual strands of hair

Armin also gives you cute pet names, “Hey, seashell!” “You look really cute today, angel” and of course “baby” “love” BECAUSE HE’S SO CUTE

He makes cheesy mixtapes filled with really sappy love songs

He makes pillow forts with you in your room whenever he comes to visit, talking to you about the future while munching on some veggie sticks

Armin also plays guitar and will serenade you at the beach with a small fire going

He likes to come over to your place and cook/bake for you. He’ll whip out his favorite cookbooks and ask you to come and help him

His kisses are sweet and innocent, pecks evolving to slow, passionate kisses

LEVI AKCERMAN

You met Levi because he was a regular at the small tea shop you worked at during college

He was one of those regulars who would order the most basic black tea and then sit down in one of the shops lounge chairs, reading for hours

You didn’t really mind though since you thought he was tight

He definitely would assist employees in throwing out unruly customers and that’s what made you want to talk to him

Levi was a little older than you were at the time, but you just thought he was so dreamy like uff I don’t blame you

You approach him one day after your shift ends and calmly sit on the lounge chair adjacent to his

You could tell that he wasn’t a huge talker so you just introduced yourself and asked him what he did on the days he didn’t come into the cafe

He would give you a simple response and leave after the brief conversation, he was a little flustered since he didn’t expect you to approach him at all

But after that, he would visit almost every day, bringing in the same book just so he could have an excuse to see you and maybe talk to you

After about a month of this, you just give him your number because you figured the guy had a thing for you

Which he VERY MUCH did

He pages you quite often, urging you to return his calls whenever you have the chance to

He loves hearing your voice, you talk a lot and he prefers to listen. He finds your voice so comforting, and it makes him smile to hear you laugh through the receiver

He likes picking you up from work and taking you on posh dinner dates, or sometimes he’ll take you back to his place and cook a meal for you there

Levi’s very independent when you’re not around, but the second he gets to spend time with you, he makes sure that EVERYTHING is perfect

Like he will clean his house for the entire day just so you can enjoy a nice, stress-free environment after work

He often buys you flowers and brings them to you when you’re at work. Normally, he’ll tell you that he has something great planned for later

Believe it or not, Levi LOVES watching movies with you. His favorite director is Kubrick and he will not shut up about all of the theories he has for the metaphors in the films

You two will often sneak in food and snacks into the theater because everything he wears has insanely deep pockets

He likes to slowdance with you while the TV’s turned on in the background, he just can’t get enough of how you feel in his arms

His kisses are deep and loving, he loves grabbing hold of your chin while he kisses you since he loves touching you

Constantly holding your hand whenever the two of you are together, he rubs your knuckles with his thumb so gently!

Levi has a cat named Stanley (after his favorite director obviously) and he’s such a lazy cat too!

JEAN KIRSTEIN

You met Jean at a college football game. He was the quarterback and you just couldn’t take your eyes off of him in the stands

There was an after-party and you were invited by some friends who were on the team

You were awkwardly settled against a wall with some beer in your hand when Jean approached you

He was surprisingly still sober when he angled his arm over your head, trapping you against the wall

He wasted no time in flirting with you because he thought you were an absolute babe, and he liked to remind you of what he thought

You flirt back, admittedly a little nervous because of his boldness. But you kinda dig it

He gives you his number before the night is up and practically begs for you to call him in the morning

Sure enough you did and Jean has to scramble to put on his “casanova” voice

He takes you out on a LOT of dates, he loves spoiling you

Will definitely speed around in his Honda, trying to show off and impress you

He sneaks up into your room at night with your favorite fast food and he lays in your lap while you feed him some fries

He listens to a lot of R&B so he’ll be sure to include some raunchy titles in the mixtapes he makes for you

ALSO BURNS CD’S AND TITLES THEM STUPID SHIT

He made you one titled “booty trumpet crap” and you didn’t talk to him for days

He spends an absurd amount of time on his appearance and will make sure his mullet is looking extra tight before he sees you

Jean constantly has gum or breath mints in the car just in case he wants to make out with you

He also has really bad retail therapy so he’ll take you to random shopping malls just to hang out and maybe buy you something cute

Sometimes, he’ll drive to malls that are hours away from your house just so he could buy some elusive sneakers

And he’ll also buy you a matching pair because he thinks matching sneakers are hella cute

He often plans out weekend trips with you just so the two of you could get some fresh air

LOVES WHEN YOU RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR!!

He often says shit like “You like that, baby?” whenever he does something cool

Probably watches Fresh Prince religiously or literally anything on MTV

He likes it when you make fun of him for the stupid shit that he does. Like he’s tried to drift in his poor car so many times that he’s probably fucked up the engine, and you always clown him for doing that

HE SKATES!!!!

So you’ll end up taking a lot of cute pics of him at the skate park. But there are some pictures where Jean’s about to eat shit

He likes to hold your fingers individually and kiss your knuckles

His kisses are an EXPERIENCE! Playful and fun at first, but it isn’t long until he starts using that tongue of his

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