#but even i can see the ways style is totally screwing it up right now

[secriden]

One of the best moments in the first episode was when Fadel has to talk himself out of murdering Style in his own diner.

And I bet the real reason he stopped himself was he knew if he did it, Bison would never let him live it down because it would be Fadel's fault that they have to change identities/cover stories/locations again.

[kannouo]

Gentle "Parent"ing

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader warnings: none summary: how the brothers react to an mc who coddles their younger siblings. prompt by @satansbiggestkinnie: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM I'M YOUR NO1 FAN >:3 SO UHH HEAR ME OUT: A MC who's just the opposite of Lucifer when it comes to being an older sibling!! They looooove their little siblings and they show it!! A little too much since they're "famous" for being a total coddler and giving their lil siblings a buuunch of affection!! (Me-coded fr) (Also what if they're little siblings are annoyed at that and the little brothers in OM especially Satan is just.. FLABBERGASTED.) A/N: tysm for the kind words, this was really sweet to read in my inbox ;-; you didn't specify if you wanted all the characters or just the brothers, but i ended up only writing for the brothers as you mentioned both lucifer and the younger brothers. sorry if i got this wrong. also,,, this kind of turned into "how the brothers would treat your younger siblings" at some point lol.

LUCIFER

• As a man who is big on family, he was definitely happy to meet yours. Perhaps even eager, but he'd never admit that.

• He usually wouldn't be the type to stress all that much over meeting the family — he's confident enough in his ability to be cordial and agreeable for just one evening — but the added presence of his brothers changes his entire attitude. He does everything short of giving them an actual script to rehearse just to make sure they don't screw something up. He cares immensely about first impressions.

• Is somewhat relieved when your younger siblings turn out to be a laid-back bunch.

• Maybe a little too laid-back for his liking.

• Now, Lucifer loves his brothers. Absolutely he does. And he's known for going along with their antics from time to time for the purpose of bonding. But his style of discipline can hardly be described as gentle or understanding, and he sort of experiences whiplash when he sees you fussing over your siblings like toddlers.

• You're doing... everything for them. Some seem happy to let you take the wheel, but others (specifically the older kids, some in their teenage years) seem annoyed at your insistence on cleaning up after them.

• If you have any siblings that are still children, he notices how they seem to just hang off of you. They want attention and playtime from you 24/7 and it honestly gets on his nerves, but don't worry, he won't do anything. He knows they're just kids.

• Still, I can imagine him being their first experience with proper discipline outside of your parents. He once put one of your youngest siblings in time-out for wasting their food by spilling it onto the table or throwing it, and after you found out you glared at him, picked up the child responsible and started going on about how "Lucifer is just grumpy and mean" and they "don't have to listen to him".

• "MC, they need to learn not to play with their food somehow—"

• "Look at their little faces! Just leave them be."

• Warns you repeatedly about how they're going to grow up to be spoiled brats if you keep coddling them like this, but it's up to you if you listen to him or not.

• Also, don't let him fool you. He may not be particularly fond of or good with children, but he's just as weak to their pouting.

"Why are your eyes red?" Lucifer turns his head to look down at the small child before him, who stared right back. "It's weird." Children were always strange to him. His presence struck fear into the hearts of most, but children seemingly lack that sense of self-preservation that adults have, making them a mix of brave and... well, dumb. "I was born that way," he replies simply, and the child nods in understanding. "And you shouldn't call people 'weird'. Would you like it if someone said that about your eyes?" "No." The child shook its head and Lucifer nodded and reached down to pat the kid's hair. "Exactly."

MAMMON

• The week leading up to meeting your family were the most stressful days of his life. Not only were his own nerves acting up, but Lucifer's constant lectures on how to act weren't helping.

• What if MC's family hates him? What if that's a dealbreaker and they can't be together anymore? Will he spend the rest of his life chasing this feeling just to find that there's no-one who will love him like that again as he whittles away his time thinking about how he let the love of his life get away and—

• He overthought it. The kids love him.

• Mammon is actually really good with kids, if not kind of a pushover. Teenagers also tend to like him for the "rebellious vibe" he's got going on, and the fact he's easy to talk to (and make fun of). The only problem is he gives in to anything they want way too easily, and for that reason you two can't be left alone to babysit. Everyone else will come back to find out you bought an entire bouncy house.

• He, unlike Lucifer, totally gets why you coddle your siblings so much. He's prone to doing so himself, mainly with Belphie, and also has literally no perception of how humans age or what level of basic ability they're at. He treats your teenage siblings like toddlers.

• "Shouldn't we cut up her food so she don't choke?"

• "She's 16, Mammon, she can chew."

• Mammon also seems like the type to get straight-up bullied by children. You have absolutely walked in on him having been forced into a "princess tea party" with a fake tiara on and messily-done makeup on his face from your sibling's attempt to doll him up.

• Is the victim of every toddler's rough-housing phase (if you know you know). They literally jump on him and start wailing on him with their tiny baby fists. It's not like he can fight back, they're kids, so he just lays there and screams for help.

• Will later come crying to you about how he got fucking mugged and beaten by a 3 year-old. Is absolutely appalled when you take the kid's side.

• "That little shit took my money!"

• "He's just a baby! He doesn't know what he's doing! And don't swear!"

• Catch him and your sibling glaring at each other whenever they think you're not looking, because the child absolutely acts like an innocent angel whenever you're around, and you buy into it completely. Even if you didn't, you don't have it in you to punish him.

"What ya doin'?" Mammon approaches the kid laying on the floor with their schoolwork scattered on the ground in front of them. They lean to the side so Mammon can take a look at what they're writing. "Huh. Ya can spell yer name already? Nice." They give him a strange look. "...I'm 10." "...Oh." ...MC's boyfriend is weird.

LEVIATHAN

• Levi... uh... doesn't want to be here.

• It's not that he doesn't want to meet your family... well, yeah, that's exactly what it is. He's absolutely convinced they're going to hate him. Why would he leave the safe abode of his room just to go mingle with some normie kids?

• I can't imagine he's very good with children, and teenagers scare him. So, catch him hiding in a dark corner.

• He does like simply watching you go about your day with your family, though. It's an insight into your daily domestic life he never thought he'd get, and it's just really nice to him. He'd never admit he was watching if you confront him about it though.

• But... your tendency to coddle your siblings makes him jealous. Obviously.

• I mean, it's not like he wants to be treated like a child. But they get away with everything. How come his older brothers don't treat him in that overly-affectionate, loving way? Thinking about it, he'd probably hate if they did... But still!

• These stupid kids are taking away your attention, and the way you talk about them like they can do no wrong and remind them how much you love them at every opportunity is making his chest burn with envy. The only reason he isn't summoning Lotan is because it's your house and that would be rude.

• Reassure him that just because you love your siblings doesn't mean you love him any less.

• Also, if any of your siblings are into anime or at least interested in it, he's more likely to come out of his shell a little. He'll discuss any shows they've watched with them (because he's watched literally everything) and give them recommendations. Child-friendly of course.

• Keep him away from any siblings going through a "mean teen" phase. They will make him cry and you will have to talk him down so he doesn't go all demon form crazy on an actual child.

One of the kids in the house makes their way up to Levi, who is slumped back on the couch with his knees up. Levi looks up at the kid, then at his phone, then at the kid and at his phone again. He feels a bead of sweat form. Is this child judging him? "Do you have games on your phone?" They suddenly ask and Levi blinks. Damn, the meme is real. "Uh..." He clears his throat. If he doesn't let the kid play, then they'll hate him. And if the kid hates him... MC will hate him too! "...Y—yeah. You wanna play...?"

SATAN

• So, although I think seeing you treat your siblings with such overbearing affection and love comes as a bit of a culture shock to him, I don't believe he'd be super surprised that some of them have a negative reaction to it.

• He hates baby-talk or being treated like a child to any degree. He'd probably lose it if one of his brothers did something like offering to complete any kind of work for him, because it implies he isn't capable of doing it on his own. There's that scene of him in Nightbringer threatening Lucifer for force-feeding him breakfast when he wouldn't eat, and the text conversation where he tells you he wants to kill Asmo because he's been baby-talking him all day.

• He completely understands your urge to coddle your siblings, but he also understands their frustration in response to it. Will probably try to explain why you should ease up on it a little, but recognises it isn't really his place to decide.

• Kids and teenagers actually probably like him well enough. He has a short temper and isn't the best person to deal with kids when they make a mistake, especially when it's with something he considers second nature by now, but he's the type to talk to kids like they're adults and take the things they say completely seriously.

• Also encourages rebellion in the older kids because he thinks it's funny and relates hard. Probably joins in, actually.

• That being said, they aren't exempt from discipline by him, and he'll absolutely argue against you letting them off so light.

• "They need a time-out, MC."

• "They're just playing! Aren't you?" They both nod and Satan glares down at the little liars.

• "They were hitting each other and nearly broke the TV."

• Little added headcanon: Satan does not need to be forced to partake in kids' tea parties or games. He will do it willingly, but will deny it to the grave if he's walked in on. He gives me girl dad vibes.

The youngest toddler in the house waddles up to Satan with a toy phone in hand, holding it up to her ear to mimic what she's seen the adults around her do. The child then holds the phone out for Satan to take. "Bababa." Satan responds with a nod as if he understood the gibberish perfectly and takes the toy phone from her little hands, holding it up to his ear to take a pretend phone call. "Yes? Yes... mhm, mhm..." He murmurs, then looks down at the little girl before him. "Mm, she says she will not be attending unless there is baby food at this function. No? Okay." With that, he takes the toy away from his ear and holds it back out for the child to take, which she does, followed by another sentence in gibberish. "Banguguu..." "Yes, I handled it."

ASMODEUS

• Lmao he's even worse.

• Asmo is great with kids, but doesn't particularly... like them. I mean, he thinks they're cute and absolutely hosts mini fashion shows with your younger siblings. But he could never take care of one full-time because while they can be adorable, they can also be gross.

• That being said, he too is the overbearing coddler type. Not just with your siblings, but with his own too, even his older brothers. All it takes is them acting a little more affectionate with him than usual for him to fold and give them anything they want. Your own family is no different.

• He had no concerns before meeting your siblings. After all, he's just naturally so loveable — why would he need to be worried? In his mind, your siblings not liking him didn't even register as an option.

• He really didn't need to worry though, because he was right, teens and kids alike do love him. He's the perfect person to share and talk about drama with, as well as doing their makeup and recommending products. And princess tea parties? Playing with dolls? Of course he'll join you, dear!

• I wasn't joking about the mini fashion shows. He goes out, buys a bunch of clothes in your siblings' sizes and has them come with him so they can try all of them on. He takes so many pictures (he's always in the frame though).

• Joins you in being completely unable to discipline your siblings even if they clearly need it. If your younger siblings find your behaviour annoying or frustrating, then Asmo is absolutely intolerable.

• ...Kind of wishes you would coddle him like you do your siblings. I mean, he's clearly cute enough to deserve it!

"And then— get this," Asmo nods at the teen's words and leans forward a little to show his interest. "We found out, nobody could find her because she was sleeping with Jackson's brother." Asmo lets out a dramatic gasp, pausing the nail painting for a moment. "Really? As revenge?" "Yeah, 'cause he cheated first. Apparently she was going to just leave him, but wanted to make it hurt." "Serves him right."

BEELZEBUB

• Another guy who is big on family, and really wanted to make a good impression on your siblings because of it. He worried a little too much over it though, because well... he's Beel. The biggest thing you actually have concerns about is whether he'll raid your entire fridge. You know for a fact your siblings are going to love him.

• Beel is very blunt and straightforward, and so are kids. This works out for him because it results in most kids immediately being fond of him.

• Lets any younger kids hold on to his arms and dangle off of him because he's so tall. Will even give them a piggyback ride just so they can experience what it's like to be over 7 feet tall.

• He also doesn't really react much to how you coddle and fuss over your siblings. He's used to acting a similar way with Belphie, so it's hard to say he notices anything different about the way you treat them. Similar to Mammon, I feel like he also has difficulty keeping track of what humans at different ages are and are not capable of doing.

• Covers the ears of a whole ass 17 year old when he hears any swearing.

• Beel will absolutely ask you for stories about your siblings just so he can hear the way you talk about them. He knows they're probably not innocent little angels like you make them out to be, but there's just so much love in the way you tell stories of when they were younger that he can't help but listen and nod along.

• "There's the handsomest boy in the world!" You coo as you play peekaboo with your baby brother. There's silence from beside you for a moment as the child laughs in delight. You look over and Beel is just... staring at you.

• "...You too, Beel."

• ":)"

"Um, I don't think I can finish this..." He looks up at the child next to him, seeing how they poke at their food. Although the idea of being a picky eater is somewhat foreign to him, he doesn't want to force them to eat something they don't like. "It's fine," he says before covering his mouth when he realised he was talking with his mouth full. "You can give it to me." "Really?" The kid looks up at him and then slides their plate over to him. "Thank you!" Honestly, they're the one doing him a favour...

BELPHEGOR

• ...Does he have to?

• He loves you, he really does. But meeting the family means he'll have to work to keep his attitude, body language and exhaustion in check and it just seems like... a lot of work. Especially if you have a lot of siblings. So much talking.

• Belphie doesn't really like kids, but you know how when you're very young, you tend to gravitate towards the cool, quiet and closed-off relative more? That's essentially what happens here. Your younger siblings adore Belphie for some reason even though it's very clearly not reciprocated.

• As for the coddling aspect... yeah, he's used to it.

• He receives that kind of treatment from most of his brothers and doesn't particularly enjoy it per-se, but as the baby of the family, knows how to use it to his advantage to get extra privileges. When he finds out from watching you and your siblings that "acting cute" works on you as well, expect him to start doing it to get you to clean his room for him.

• On that note, he does also understand the annoyance with it. He also hates things like babytalk or being coddled constantly, he finds it tiring. He probably won't bring it up like Satan would, though. He doesn't care.

• Insists he doesn't like any of your youngest siblings but you will find him asleep with them curled up on his chest a couple times at least.

• Also a victim of toddler rough-housing because he's always laying down, so he's an easy target.

"What?" Belphie groans as a pair of tiny toddler hands repeatedly pat his face to get his attention. Finally opening his eyes, he's met with the evillest grin he's ever seen on a kid this young, followed by the little shit grabbing a chunk of his hair and yanking it. "Ow..." Belphie huffs and tilts his head away, holding the toddler back with one hand. "...You're lucky MC loves you," he mutters, then glares at the child when they immediately follow up with a slap to his arm, as if they heard him. "Stop it." The kid then manages to shuffle onto the couch, now trying to climb on top of Belphie to continue beating him. It doesn't hurt, but it's a hassle. "MC..." He calls, too tired to deal with this. "Come get your baby. I'm trying to sleep..." "They're not my babies, Belphie..."

[formosusiniquis]

I'm in chainmail, baby I'm impressed

Squeaking in under the wire for @stevieweek day 4: Special Outfit with bonus prompts: lingerie and DnD/Fantasy. Plus I'm counting this as my @steddie-week Day Seven Free Space

Stevie Harrington/Eddie Munson WC: 3217 | M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tags/Themes: Transfem!Steve Harrington; Transmasc!Eddie Munson; Fade to Black

AO3

It starts with a blouse.

No, that’s not right. It actually started when Stevie asked how earring a suit of armor didn’t chafe, and if a pair of keys could stab through a beer can how were arrows not sending stabby metal pieces into people.

Which actually probably means it really started with layers. Like the extra layer of leather, done up to Eddie’s chin when he called her back. “Make ‘em pay” wasn’t the send off she’d expected after the big boy and other flirting. Flirting that had made her stomach twist and her heart flutter and her brain flinch with the close but not quite of it. But maybe that’s why she’d sent her own return volley. Why she’d grabbed hold of that half done zipper and left Eddie with a pat to the chest and a promise to do just that.

She totally saved his life with that move. Her, the leather jacket, and some extra breast tissue Eddie wasn’t really using, all working together to keep razor sharp fangs from tearing flesh and puncturing any important organs.

That breast tissue maybe saved her too, when she learned just what having it made Eddie and what it meant about options she hadn’t known were there. They had a lot of time to talk in their shared bat bite isolation chamber.

Talk about layers that go under chain and metal to protect knights of the realm and their devoted squires that help them.

That started in the Upside Down, finished in the hospital. And this started in the thrift store.

The blouse was white. Pure white, basically neon, white as the virgin snow. Totally not Stevie’s color, the fresh wedding white brings out the undertones in her skin in a way that leaves her looking sallow and liver failure-y. But something about the sleeve catches her eye. The way  it balloons before gathering at the wrist. 

It’s a 70’s throwback for sure. Reminds her of the cover from the album Eddie brought over a few weeks ago, Little Queen. Robin has her face screwed up before Stevie even has it all the way off the rack. Hating it but trying to be supportive the way she has been throughout all of Stevie’s transition from Steve to who she is now.

“That is… wow!”

“It’s super ugly, and not even in a cool way.”

Robin slumps against the rack, sending a hanger cascading to the floor. She scrambles down to pick it up but Stevie doesn't miss her, “Oh thank god.”

“The best thing to happen to you was my sense of style not changing.”

“I know. You’d look good in anything, but my wardrobe offerings would have shrunk.” Seeming to remember the source of the freak out. She snaggs the shirt. “So what’s with this thing? I think even you’d struggle to make this look good.”

She takes it back from Robin’s disapproving grip. Holds it up to herself just to see the way Robin’s face contorts. The neckline is going to do nothing for her, not low cut enough to show off the way her boobs are coming in. The poof in the arms will accent her shoulders . And it’s so, so white.

“It made me think of Eddie,” she says, fingering the loose tie that’s hanging down the front of the blouse.

“It is very vampire lord,” Robin admits. “Might even make him look tan.”

Layers, knights would wear padded shirts under their armor and under those drapey shirts in cotton and linen. He’d been excited when he’d talked about it. Passionate. The way he got when he talked about Lord of the Rings or DnD. She holds the shirt even tighter against her, turns this way and that even though she can only kind of make out her reflection in the mirror at the end of the row. It’s an ugly shirt. But it makes her think of knights and Éowyn and paladins and Eddie.

Eddie flushed pink and beautiful, squirming in his seat in a different way than he usually does, talking about devotion and pledges. Duty and honor.

“I’m gonna buy it.”

“For Eddie?” Robin asks on a sigh. She already knows the answer.

“He’ll certainly get to enjoy it.”

The problem with being the one to come up with a plan is she has to be the one to follow through with it. 

Part of her knows the blouse would be enough. She could dress it up just right, flirt a little, and have Eddie eating out of the palm of her hand.

But the part of her that had a flair for the dramatic that rivaled her boyfriend’s wasn’t going to let her skimp unless she took every possible step to fully achieve her vision.

So she goes to the only person she knows who might be able to put the final and most crucial piece of the scene together.

Flopped across the Henderson couch, she’s making herself comfortable for her and Caludia’s date with Dallas. She’s too cozy to get up, decides it's easier to flop her head over the arm of the sofa to shout at Dustin while he rummages through the kitchen.

“So if I was trying to get my hands on some of that chain link armor stuff, would you know a drama club nerd who might have some?”

“Yeah, I have some.”

“You have some?” she can feel her eyebrows raised up into the middle of her forehead. She went to him for a reason, but surely she would have known if he was capable of affording something like that. Was that why she was footing the bill at the arcade every week, so he could have suit of armor money?

“Well it's not like it grew in the backyard, I made some.”

“Made some?” she flips around on the couch, this has become the kind of conversation she has to look at her brother and have him be rightside up.

He’s got his hand on his hip which isn't as commanding when he’s also holding a glass of milk in the other. It’s cute though, like he’s trying to channel her.

“What are you an echo? It's not like it was hard. You need some wire and pliers and patience.”

“And you?”

“Har har. Yes. Do you want to borrow it or not.” The threat is there even if she doesn’t think it’s that sincere. It’s fucking armor she doubts he could hide it that well if she wanted to just come in and take it.

But she makes nice anyway cause she’s a good sister. “Yes! Sorry.”

“Ma's got all that jewelry making stuff and you know I like to work with my hands when I'm talking with Suzie.”

“Disgusting.”

It was a joke. But it’s a joke that sends his drink sloshing over the sides of his glass as he startles. A good friend, even if she doubts he’ll ever acknowledge it, she stifles her laugh in the palm of her hand as he turns a shade of red that is medically concerning. 

“Ew, don't be crass, Stevie,” he stutters out.

“Is this even going to fit me,” she takes pity on him, dragging the topic back to her, “you made it for yourself half-pint.” The insult barely works, a summer growth spurt has left sophomore Dustin towering over her shoulder. Well, not towering, but he can see over her shoulder now.

“I made it for Mike, actually, so he could be his paladin at that convention in September. But he wouldn't let me measure him cause I ‘know what he looks like’ and it came out too big.”

“Oh so it'll be perfect for me.” She tries to make it a joke, but hearing that it was made for human stringbean Michael Wheeler has her nervous in the place where all of her ugliest body issues live. At least if Dustin had made it for himself it would have just looked like a crop top.

“Well, it still might not fit because of your,” he gestures vaguely at her front.

“Boobs, Henderson, they're boobs. You can call them-”

“Alright!” He shrieks, “I was trying to be respectful.”

“When have you ever been respectful? And don't say it's because I'm a girl, I'll push you into Lover’s Lake.”

“I wouldn't talk about El’s or Max’s is all I'm saying.” He says into the glass in his hand.

“But I can borrow it?”

“If it fits over your boobs,” he says the word like it's in a foreign language he's neither spoken nor heard, “you can keep it. I know it's for some weird sex thing with Eddie and I don't want it in my closet knowing what it's seen.”

Honestly it's for the best, because if this goes the way she thinks it's going to she really doesn't want to have to figure out how to get stains out of aluminum. But it's hard to resist the siren song of torturing Dustin. “I can't believe you're calling my sex life weird, are you saying there's something wrong with us? That we aren't a normal couple like everyone else? I thought you were a friend.”

“Nothing about Eddie is normal and he'd be offended you tried to suggest he was so I'd feel bad.”

“Yeah, good point loser.” She snuggles back down into the couch, she never really gives the episodes of Beauty and the Beast that much attention but this one should be wrapping up soon. “If it doesn't fit over my tits and it sees zero action do you want it back then?”

“After this conversation, I'm not sure I ever want to see you again. So just keep it. I'm sure Eddie will find some kind of use for it.”

There’s another quip at the tip of her tongue that she knows will send Dustin into fits, whether they would have been of rage or denial she’ll never know. The front door is slamming open bringing with it Claudia at the end of her swing shift.

“Stevie, dear,” she always bustles into the house like she’s carrying an armload of groceries even when it’s just her coming home in her uniform, “never go into nursing. Doctors are some of the dumbest fuckers on the face of the planet.”

It occurs to her, the attitude might be a family trait. Maybe that’s why they adopted her so easily. If only she could pull off the tiny hat the way Claudia can.

All of the pieces of her plan stay hidden for weeks. Folded up carefully in an oversized hatbox in the back of her Mom’s extended closet. The hat, a monstrosity purchased for a Derby she doesn’t think they’d even gone to left to gather dust or whatever it is hatboxes are meant to prevent.

The chainmail had fit. The weight of it as surprising as the cool feeling of it against her fingers.

She has the clothes, the accessories, even bought something silky and golden yellow to go underneath. Like the armor wasn’t going to be sexy enough for Eddie. Lingerie under lingerie like a hat on a hat, but she has to feel sexy or else she’s going to feel like a complete idiot.

She kind of already feels like an idiot. Something in the knowing that the top and the chain and the yellow bra with the flowers embroidered on it are all upstairs makes her anxious in a way she hasn’t ever been with Eddie before.

Hands haven’t been wandering during their movie nights. She keeps her feet kicked back behind her, crossed at the ankle, when they’re sharing a booth at dinner. There’s always a fifteen-going-on-sixteen year old chaperone in the car with them, sometimes even in the front seat as she pretends she’s just making sure they’re getting pre-prepared for their upcoming drivers tests.

And sitting next to him on the sofa, a whole cushion between them for the first time since ever, she watches the careful way he makes each line as he sketches and cross hatches what she can just make out to be a flowing haired knight. Her resolve breaks.

Stevie craves him the way she used to want ice cream on a hot day. The taste and feel of it an almost physical feeling, she would want it so bad. That’s what horny feels like now, she’s slowly realizing.

Before she can overthink it too much more, “I wanna try something.”

Normally she thinks of Eddie as having a kind of feline grace, he slinks and when he does fall off of something he isn’t supposed to be on he grins like it was always the plan to reacquaint himself violently with the floor. But the hint of suggestion in her voice has him perked up on the couch like a dog that just heard his leash come off the hook.

It's embarrassing how badly she wants him.

“What were you thinking, baby?”

He’s better at this than she is, at the lead up. The introduction. It’s a different skill to slowly introduce the concept of the strange, a change. Different than foreplay. She feels like she’s propositioning her proposition. The thing about slow, missionary in a room with the lights dimmed, no bandaids need to be ripped off before.

“You’ve roleplayed.”

“Not the kind I think you’re suggesting.” He’s impossibly more perked. Notebook and pencil still and poised like he’s about to start taking notes. “But I’ll try anything you want to do, however you want to do it.”

Maybe it isn't healthy, but she likes that about Eddie. That he’s all in on her, obsessed maybe. Willing to push himself out of his comfort zone for the sake of letting her have what she wants or try what she thinks she wants.

She likes how a few right words will turn him into putty she can squish and meld between her fingers.

“I’m gonna go get changed.”

Now that Eddie is waiting downstairs for something spectacular, it isn't so hard to pull that box down from its hideaway and slide each layer on. She already knew it wasn’t that hard to get the chain on and off by herself, she had tried it on. Maybe squires were for the heavy metal suits like on Scooby-doo. Or maybe it was about the intimacy and the ritual even back then, sliding on pieces and parts meant to keep the other person safe from harm knowing later if there was a chance to undress again you could see just how you helped save them.

Next time, she thinks, they should do this the other way around. She can get Eddie off a couple times, clean him up, and slowly dress him in each new layer. Until he’s lying in her bed armored in metal and cocooned by her cotton sheets. Safe from anything the world might want to do to him. Under her panties, and the sports leggings she’d decided where the sexier choice of pants, she can start to see the evidence of her arousal in the full length mirror.

It’s a good thing Dustin doesn’t want his stuff back.

Her finishing touches go on next. The gold ring with the small green stone that Robin had given her slides on to her index finger. Then around her neck her holy symbol, the guitar pick from Eddie’s first post-almost dying show. Tossed at her from the stage in an act of Bon Jovi badassery. She had gently poked a hole through it and now she slides it on its dainty, gold chain around her neck.

She tugs at her hair in the mirror, the one part that isn’t quite right. In her vision it’s finally grown out, beautiful waves that would fall out of the ugly helmet she doesn’t have when she pulled it off. Waves like Brooke Shields or the girl from One Day at a Time who married the guy from the band Eddie liked have instead of the bob she’s growing out now.

But it would grow and in the meantime she looked hot.

Stevie looked really hot. Swallowing around the saliva pooling in her mouth, she remembers she has a boyfriend to show that to.

Her first reward is the sight of Eddie's jaw dropped against the floor.

“You remember the other day, you were talking about how paladins could get leveled up so high they basically became gods too?”

Stevie knew that wasn't right, but she liked watching the nerd part of him war with the boyfriend part of him. One itching to correct the mistake and the other looking for a way for her to be correct in a roundabout way. Usually, it leaves him flushed and wide eyed, like his brain is overtaxed and with just a little more stress steam will start to burst from his ears to keep his brain from melting. Last week she had him arguing with the Party that humanoid didn't mean hobbits couldn't also be little rabbits.

She decides to take pity on him now, his wheels skidding blankly on wet road.

“I want you to worship me.”

He's agreeing, she thinks, before he's even sure what he's agreeing to. Dropping to his knees in front of her just like the worshiper she imagined: awe struck and devoted. Her divine intervention on his unfinished prayer kept him alive. Eddie Munson would let her kill him if she wanted to, if it suited her whims.

Good thing she wants to keep him for forever.

His hands slide up the back of her legs. She can feel the hot trail of them from the calf up to the thigh.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. Presses a kiss to her knee, her thigh, the chain that covers her hip. “My hero, my knight.”

In the end, she didn’t need the blouse or the bra and panty set. She still has her chainmail on when she eases them both down onto the couch. Running her fingers through Eddie’s hair from his sweat damp temples to the tangling ends she’s careful to keep it from getting wrapped in the links while he rests on top of her.

“I don’t know where you came up with that, my lady, but I think that was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

She tugs at the end of his hair just to watch the way the lingering arousal dances across his face. “I got that from the way you creamed your jeans while you were playing with my clit.”

“I am but a man, my golden sun. When a paladin of Apollo is before me what can I do but show my utter devotion.”

“You liked it? It was good for you?”

Maybe it’s a testament to how good it was that Eddie isn’t immediately off the couch. He only shifts enough to rest his chin on her stomach. Looking her in the eyes or maybe at the bottom swell of her breasts.

“Steph, that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re a vision in everything you put on,” he assures, “but where did you even get this?”

“That’s the bad news, if you’re hoping for a better fitting part two I think I’m gonna have to give Dustin my measurements.”

[sugarpasteltmnt]

You write unhinged Leo so well, and I really like how you write him. I was wondering if you had tips on unhinged characters 😂, or do you just get inspro from existing characters 👀

aksdakjsdh thank you so much ;w;

And honestly???? I’m not totally sure how to give tips— but I love, love, love unhinged characters in media, so I’ll use them as examples

(long rant below lol)

I’ve always been a big fan of silly, ‘crazy’ characters in animated movies and cartoons. I grew up on Batman the Animated Series and the original Teen Titans, which were full of silly, fun tragic characters.

Don’t get me wrong, i love a good edge-lord— but as a tot i thought the colorful, theatrical, insane bad guys were more fun to watch than the big scary serious ones (ESPECIALLY if they had a good villain song. A+ good shit)

(From left to right: Ratigan from Great Mouse Detective, Joker from Batman the Animated Series, Mumbo Jumbo from Teen Titans, Martin from Secret of Nimh 2, Bill Cypher from Gravity Falls, and Spinel from the Steven Universe movie)

And not just bad guys!! There are a ton of unhinged good/neutral characters that i absolutely adore.

(From left to right: King Bumi from ATLA, Clara from Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun, and, of course, our silly 2018 turtle boys)

((There are many more characters in both categories, but I’ll slide these examples in here for now))

My personal brand of “Unhinged” or “Crazy” characters definitely leans on comedy. That’s what i enjoy seeing and reading! I personally like it because it can help keep a story fresh and interesting. There’s an element of surprise and unpredictability with what a character might do, and i love that!!

I also really enjoy a touch of feral behavior in my unhinged characters. The lack of clarity and the danger that imposes can be a very fun tool to use, no matter the character’s moral compass. (I’m feral for feral behavior lol)

And impulses. Whether a character has a few screws loose or is generally a goober, they like to act on impulses. This often goes hand-in-hand with comedy, and that’s something I enjoy!! We get a lot of moments like that in Rise, and that was one of my favorite parts of that TMNT iteration.

But as far as writing goes, it’s been tricky for me. All of the characters I grew up or love have been visual— trying to find a good balance for reading has been a puzzle I’ve been figuring out as I go.

I read a lot manga (lol nerd) and comics, and I love how thoughts/dialog are depicted. Especially the really dramatic or impactful moments. (I’d add examples but I’m already at the Tumblr image limit LAME)

As strange as it sounds, I try to capture that “impactful visual” style in my writing. If I had ANY advice on writing unhinged characters, pay attention to pacing—

Short. Fast. A calculating thought. Perhaps a run on sentence that lacks punctuation to represent the rushing and disorganized thought process. A question? An answer with little thought. Is this moment amusing; describe how. Is it upsetting; describe how. Are the thoughts starting to scatter? M aybe s o…

Big moment statement.

Action or plan of next big move. Flow should never seem too uniform. Even in normal writing. Don’t be afraid of accentuating— but don’t overdo it. Remember, unhinged characters are impulsive. Have fun with that.

Just as a quick and dirty summary— when it comes to unhinged characters, I like to use comedy, feral behavior, and acting on impulses. I also like to keep it as visually appealing as possible for characters to give the eyes a little treat after reading walls of text. I like to use fun text formatting to help with the fun too (But don’t overdo it! Don’t make it feel like a chore to read) (<- says the girl who goes into way too much details sometimes lmao whoops)

But ultimately— have FUN!!! Unhinged characters are fun, so make sure you have fun writing/drawing/creating them!!

[hikari-hellspawn]

ART COMMISSIONS OPEN! FINANCIAL HELP DESPERATELY NEEDED!

The title is what it says on the tin; I'm opening up art commissions, because after my next paycheck I don't know how much I'll be getting after that, or how much, and I'm desperate for work and some kind off income because I am literally in danger of losing a place to live. I need need NEED income if I want to continue to, well, live.

My Ko-Fi

My deviantART

NOTICE: I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REJECT ANY COMMISSIONS THAT I DEEM INAPPROPRIATE. THIS INCLUDES ART CONTAINING HATE SPEECH/HOMOPHOBIA/TRANSPHOBIA/APHOBIA/RACISM/BIGOTRY/ANTISEMITISM/ETC.

How do I pay you? I take payments via my Ko-fi or PayPal (h.m.reed@mail.com), half before I start the sketch and the other half on delivery. That is set in stone; I will not accept any kind of cryptocurrency or things like Amazon or Walmart gift cards as payment. None of those can be used to pay rent, and paying rent is exactly what I need.

Do you do NSFW? Not at present; I'm not comfortable drawing NSFW content, though doing shirtless and swimsuits are fine. However I won't draw sex, and I won't draw straight-up full-frontal nudity.

Do you do furries/anthros? I'm not gonna lie, I don't have much experience drawing anthros--THAT BEING SAID, if you want to commission me to draw an anthro character or your fursona, it's definitely on the table and I'll do my danged best--even if it takes a bit longer than non-furry/anthro characters.

Do you draw mecha? I...have zero experience drawing mecha. Do I like mecha anime? Yes (Evangelion my beloved). So this is a soft no on my part, purely because of my own lack of skill with the subject matter.

Do you draw horror and/or gore? Hard no. Not simply because I can't draw said gore (which I can't, same reasons as the mecha explanation above), but because it's another one of those things that I'm not 100% comfortable drawing at the moment.

^HOWEVER, this question comes with a caveat: I will draw eldritch horror. Y'know, eyes where they don't belong, tentacles, pulsating masses, bodies that're just...weird? Those are fun. So, negotiable, but keep in mind that if you want slasher-type stuff that ain't my jam.

Will you send me progress pics? YES. At every stage of the process, I'll both scan the image and take photos to make sure that what I'm working on is the direction you want to go.

What about reference images? If you have references you want to provide, whether they're drawn by you, someone else, google image search, etc, then I'd appreciate it so I have an idea of what your character looks like. Written descriptions are also fine if you don't have any visuals--basically, if you know what your character looks like and you have some way to communicate that to me in a way that puts us both on the same page, we're good.

Can I use your art as an NFT? NO. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I ACCEPT A COMMISSION TO CREATE NFTS, IF THAT IS THE REASON YOU WANT TO COMMISSION ME THEN GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE.

Can I use your art to train an AI algorithm? NO. AI art is the reason why artists like myself are being pushed out of work; if you're only commissioning me to get hold of some works so that you can train an algorithm to make more based on my style, then you don't actually want to buy art; you're just looking for some excuse to screw yet another artist over.

If I don't have the money right now, can I just pay you the full amount later? While I understand the desire to buy art but not having the funds, the whole reason I'm opening commissions is because I don't have enough money to survive. Paying me half now and half upon completion is non-negotiable, because I can assure you my need to be able to make rent and feed the Fuzzballs (aka the cats, please ask me about them I will go total Maes Hughes on them because they are PERFECT) is as strong as yours to make sure your expenses are covered as well.

Are the prices negotiable? To an extent, though the prices you see in the image above are the minimum; I won't go lower than these.

I want something that isn't listed on here/I have an unusual request, can you do it? That is something we'd have to negotiate, but it's not off the table. I do some weirdo drawings for myself in my free time (I've graced several servers I'm in on discord with the little wonders known as Eyeshrooms, no I will not elaborate here), so I can do other weird stuff too (as long as it's SFW).

Do you have more art examples I can look at? Yes! I have a deviantART page, though due to the company's own exploitative and artist-harming features they've rolled out, I've been working on glazing everything in my gallery there (if you haven't heard of Glaze and Nightshade, they're both really cool and you ought to check them out, seriously I really really really want to start using them both on my art SO BAD but I CAN'T) and migrating to Inkblot and Cara.app. Once I have links to both of those, I'll add them to the post!

You said traditional art...can you do digital? No, unfortunately; I don't have a device powerful enough to run a good art program (not for a lack of trying; attempts at experimenting with Krita have only resulted in it crashing the laptop I've been using, which is bad because it isn't even mine), nor do I have the funds to be able to get one--and I don't know when, or if, that'll happen. This circles back to the initial problem; I don't have the funds to pay for what I need to survive, which means I literally cannot afford to save for a new, more powerful laptop for myself. As it is, I've been borrowing my roommate's laptop for everything I need to do that requires the use of a computer, as mine died back in 2020 and I haven't been able to scrape together enough to even get a bare-bones basic one myself.

If there are any other questions you need me to answer, then please please PLEASE send them to me in a DM here and I'll do my best to answer them! And please, I'm begging you, I'm begging you so much, even if you don't buy something please spread this around I need the income desperately. I'm not lying when I say that my ability to continue living is in danger, I literally do not know if I'll even be able to pay my rent next month. I need every penny I can get, just to be able to have a chance of surviving, and what determines if I can keep a roof over mine and the cats' heads and if we're out on the street with nowhere to go is very much determined by if I can get commission work. So even if you can't buy anything, or only get a headshot or two, please spread the word. Reblog this. Share it in tweets. Post the link to this post on Facebook, link it on Discord, if you have friends who are looking to commission art tell them because I'm desperate and terrified that I might not have a place to live come October. I'm begging, please, I need the help. I need the help more than I can put into words. I don't want to die.

(Also big shoutout to @nomnomroko for putting together the commission sheet, thank you so much!)

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - ninety-two | lessons and small dogs

Yujin finished playing the song she had been practicing, The Red Hot Chili Peppers’ cover of Higher Ground, and looked at you for feedback. You thought for a few moments; you could see why she wanted to learn the song so early on - it really was fun to play - but she was still a little too uneven in her rhythm to be able to master it yet, never mind that she was completely new to the slap-pop style of playing. A classic instance of wanting to run before learning to walk. 

You couldn’t blame her, you were much the same way she was when you were younger. Though, looking back on it, you sometimes suspected that the pressure of deciding that the bass was going to be your ticket to freedom sort of insulated you in a way; you didn’t have the leisure of screwing up, getting annoyed, and throwing a tantrum about it, no matter how small. You knew that you had to learn to play it well - incredibly, even - you had to: it was your only way out. You couldn’t even take the time to get frustrated at yourself the way she seemed to as she played, facial expressions betraying that she didn’t like the outcome of her efforts. While you did learn the bass at Yunho’s house, there were swaths of time where he’d sit next to you and read with headphones on, and you robotically went through scales or rhythm exercises with the face of a factory worker who had been at it for hours.

Another memory you never thought your brain would cough up again.

“Was it bad?” She asked.

You inhaled thoughtfully. “Yujin, before we continue, I need you to do something for me.”

“Mhm.” She pulled her notebook over and grabbed the pencil resting on it.

You chuckled at her desire to make sure she did everything right. You were glad she was applying herself.

“I need you to change the way you phrase things. That’s the third or fourth time you asked me a question like, ‘Is it bad?’ in reference to your own playing; if you keep selling yourself short like that, you’re not going to be able to play well.”

She thought for a moment and put the pencil down. “Do I have to… have a huge ego about it or something? Is that why so many rock stars have huge egos?”

“Ah-- I mean…” You inclined your head for a moment as you chuckled at her question. “There could be something to that. But no, you don’t have to have a huge ego, you just need to not phrase things that way.”

She nodded.

“Okay, so, even if we compare your playing to my playing, I’m objectively a better bassist than you, right?”

She nodded.

“But that’s not because you’re bad, you’re just new, right?”

She nodded.

“And being new doesn’t make you bad, it just makes you new. If anyone seriously compared you to me, it would be pointless, because our skill sets are totally different.” You waited to see if she understood you.

She thought for a second and nodded again.

“And the way you get better is not by being mean to yourself and saying, ‘Is it bad?’ or, ‘It’s bad, right?’ the way you get better is by being honest with what was wrong with it, you can take a breath if you’re frustrated, and then take the time to improve.”

“But the playing is bad…”

“But,” you stopped her, “It will get better. But if you keep treating yourself like that, one of two things will happen: one, you’ll get in the way of your own progress; or two, you’ll make progress but you won’t have any confidence in it because you will have worn it down by bullying yourself the whole time you were learning.”

“Bullying?”

“Yeah, that’s what you’re doing to yourself.”

She thought.

“It’s the same as if someone else came over and said that to you, no?”

She looked up at you, horrified at what she had been doing, and nodded enthusiastically.

“And being kind is punk, right? So if you really want to be punk, like, really really, the first person you need to be nice to is yourself.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I get it.”

“So I’m going to correct you from now on, if you ask me a question like that, okay?”

“Okay.”

���Alright. So, to finally answer your question: it’s getting there, but it needs work. So show me the main riff again.”

She played just that segment. 

You heard the door open and turned to see who it was. No one should be bothering you, since you had the room booked. Soul peeked his head in and Yujin looked up.

“What?”

He jolted, somehow surprised she saw him. “Can I hang out? My lesson ended early.”

She sighed. “Fine, come in.”

He smiled and walked in, grabbing a chair and sat near the two of you so he could observe.

“Aren’t you missing a bass?” You asked.

He laughed.

“Why’d your lesson end early? Were you better than this drum teacher too?”’

He smiled wildly and nodded. “They told me I should ask Wonderland for a band drum teacher.”

“Band drum?” Yujin asked.

“Like a drum line?” He drummed on an imaginary marching drum set. “He said they might be able to keep up with me.” 

“If only Neil Peart were alive, we could have called him.”

He smiled bashfully.

“I hope you don’t mind if we go back to our lesson, though.”

He nodded and sat back to watch.

You caught Yujin’s eye and laughed softly and she rolled her eyes and smiled. “Let’s practice that main riff together, okay? Slowly.”

You counted off and the two of you played it together, slowly, hitting your thumb against the string and pulling another as you fretted.

“That was pretty good,” you said.

She nodded.

“So… have you ever heard the phrase, ‘read between the lines’?”

“I have!” Soul said, sitting up and raising his hand.

You fought back a smile. 

You and Yujin shared a glance.

“Soul, why are you crashing my class?”

“Oh--! Sorry.”

You laughed. “Tell us what it means, since you’ve decided you’re here to work.”

“Work?”

“You just made yourself a student,” Yujin said.

You nodded.

“Oh! Uh… doesn’t it mean to like… look for the things in between the words someone says to understand their actual meaning?”

You nodded. “That was pretty good. So yeah, someone could say something like, ‘Your outfit is so nice!’ but if they’re saying it with a mean tone of voice, you know they’re not actually saying it’s nice, right?”

He shook his head. 

“So you have to look at places other than the words to get the full effect of the meaning, right?” You looked to Yujin.

She nodded.

“That’s what we’re doing here, we’re playing the notes - that’s the words - but we’re not including the full context of what this riff should sound like. So, if I play it at full speed like this:” you played it the way Yujin had been playing it, playing the notes themselves but leaving out the percussive in-between noises, as she had. “That sounds much different than if I play it like this:” you played it again but included the percussive in-between noises. “It sounds a lot better, right?”

They both nodded.

You exhaled a laugh.

“It sounds more like drums in the second one,” Soul pointed out.

You nodded, “It does, right?” You turned back to Yujin. “But those sounds don’t come from just the notes, they come from all those ‘ghost notes’ in between the notes that are written down. And they make the bassline sound that much smoother and cooler.”

“Got it.” Yujin said.

“Do you want to try it again?”

She nodded excitedly. “I think I get it now.”

“Okay, you ready? One, two, three, four…”

The lesson over, Yujin and Soul could have gone on their merry way, but decided to accompany you back to Crom3r’s studio, Soul carrying both amps while you and Yujin carried your instruments.

“I’ll email you the video links with the different rhythm exercises you can do. And make sure to practice with the metronome, okay?”

“I will.”

“You help carry the band’s sound, you need to become rhythm itself.”

She nodded.

“Become one with rhythm,” you said like a prophesying witch in a movie, doing a spooky hands gesture.

She laughed. “When do you get your own studio?”

“Soon I think. The room needed some work and they found a couple things that needed to be fixed, but I think Buildings is bringing the new furniture soon. Then we can have our lessons in there and we won’t need to carry stuff back. Thank you, by the way, Soul.”

He smiled. “Yujin said she’d buy me fried potato if I carried them.”

You looked at Yujin for a moment and she looked up.

“I thought you were just doing it to be nice.”

“That too.” He smiled again.

You looked at Yujin, questioning her silently.

“He’s food-motivated.” She shrugged.

You laughed. 

When you got to the studio door, you opened it for him and he put both amps with the other stuff. You put your bass down.

Hongjoong looked up and nodded at them. “Hey you two. How were lessons?”

“Pretty good.” Yujin nodded and smiled.

“I need a new teacher again.” Soul smiled.

Hongjoong went to say something, stopped himself, closed his eyes and sighed. 

“He said you should hire me someone that teaches drums for marching band.”

He tilted his head in thought. “That might not be a bad idea. It’ll at least keep you from getting bored. I’ll call up some friends in the states and see if anyone wants to come out here to teach you for a few weeks, we can’t have you stagnate because you’re too good.”

He nodded quickly.

“Also, Mingi got back to me and said he’s okay if you want to come to the dance studio, but it had better not interfere with your drumming ability.”

“You said that or he said that?” You asked.

“Both of us are saying that.”

You nodded.

“Drums first and then dance,” Yujin said, pointing at Soul like she was scolding him.

He nodded.

She turned back to you and Hongjoong. “We have to get home. See you next time!”

“Remember what I said earlier, Yujin: be nice to yourself.” You said. “Bye Soul.”

“Bye, guys.” Hoongjoong said.

“See you, producer Kim! Bye miss t/l/n! Your lesson was very nice!” Soul waved as he followed Yujin out the door. The door closed behind them

“He’s so odd,” you said as you sat down.

Hongjoong chuckled. “He’s an incredible drummer though. If only we could get a teacher who was better than him. I don’t want his skills to decline while he waits for the others to get prepared for debut.”

You nodded. “Did he have a teacher or is he self-taught?”

“His dad told me he had started with one, and then surpassed them so fast that he ended up teaching himself in the end anyway.”

“Ahh.”

He nodded.

“Maybe he should make a Youtube channel and do drum covers. He’d have something to do, and he’d make some predebut money on the side.”

“Ohh, that’d be a good idea… Maybe we could do something where he has a week to learn a song and we can have him go around to ask the staff to pick them at random or something. It’d help gin up excitement for the band as our new talent as well.”

“Ooh, that could be fun.”

He nodded and noted it down. “I’ll email him and his parents to come in and I’ll pitch it to them. If he says yes, we can assign a manager and some staff to help him out.”

You nodded. “Good idea.”

You made some notes on Yujin’s progress and what you wanted to cover for the next lesson, and Hongjoong went back to what he was doing before you walked in. The two of you worked silently for a while, when something in the studio squeaked.

You looked up from what you were doing and looked around. There’s no way a mouse or something would have gotten in, right? Then again, one of the janitors told you that, in addition to the cola staining from the old producer torching his soundboards, there was also food in the mess; and mice were well known for chewing holes in walls and moving through them from room to room. You looked around for a few seconds, praying that there wasn’t going to be a mouse problem - like a sort of last-ditch, leftover, final ‘fuck you’ from the producer who left - when you realized what the squeaking was coming from.

Or who, rather. You hadn’t even realized he was there when you came in.

“Maddox?” You asked.

He was laying on the couch with his arm over his eyes. He lifted it so he could look at you.

“Is that you making that noise?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh. I thought it was a mouse or a… small… crying dog.” You shook your head and went back to what you were doing.

“I’m a small, crying dog.”

You looked up to see him nodding slowly, seeming to take the comment to a very deep place in his psyche.

“I didn’t mean--”

“No, you’re right. I’m a small crying dog, and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You didn’t know how to respond and looked to Hongjoong for help. He pointed at his phone.

You took yours out and looked at it.

Hongjoong was right though, after a few more minutes of weird squeaky noises that made it sound like he was arguing with himself in some strange, rodental language or another, Maddox seemed to have a flash of inspiration and started writing furiously.

The next day you arrived to work a little late by accident and walked into the see zero Hongjoong, just one Maddox playing guitar by himself.

“You started early.”

He shushed you quietly.

You watched him for a few minutes, grabbed your bass from where it normally sat and took it out of the case quietly. He strummed one melody, a second, a third, before getting frustrated and strumming all the strings at once angrily. He threw his head back and sighed.

“The third one wasn’t too bad.” You sat down in a chair and used your feet to pull yourself over to him, bass in your lap.

“No?” He asked as he looked at the ceiling.

“No. I might have put a bassline like…” You thought for a moment and strummed something to compliment what he had been playing.

After a few moments, Maddox tore his eyes away from the ceiling and watched your hands as you played. He hit the record button for the office mic and pulled it over so it was in between the two of you, and began playing what he had been playing before he lost his temper at himself.

“What about this?” He asked and changed to a new melody and you changed to a new bassline to suit it. He replayed the first thing he played and you created another bassline for that as well.

He stopped and stopped the recording. “How are you so good at that?”

“At playing? Or do you mean improvising?”

“At improvising. You take like a second and you know what to play.”

You thought for a moment. “I think when you know a lot of music and-- a lot of different kinds of music, like I do, it makes it easier to hear something and think of something that might go with it.”

He nodded. “I guess if you’ve been playing since you were a teenager, that would make sense.”

“How long have you been playing?”

“I only started learning a couple years ago. I was hoping it’d make writing songs easier.”

“Has it?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed.

You nodded and stood.

“What are you doing?”

“Get up and shake.”

“What?”

“Get up and shake.” You shook your hands and your whole body.

Maddox got up and imitated you before laughing. “What is this supposed to do?”

“Just play whatever you want. Art is about experimentation, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Just throw it out there, yeah?”

“Throw it out there?”

“Yeah! Throw it out there.”

“Throw it out there.”

“No rules, no rules.”

“No rules.”

“There’s no rules.”

“No rules!”

“Hit the record button!”

Maddox hit it and started playing, fumbling for a few seconds, before finding a melody. You listened for a couple seconds and joined him with a bassline.

“Oh. It’s always nice to see your children getting along.” Hongjoong said with a smile as he walked into the room.

Maddox stopped the recording.

“You don’t have to stop on my account.”

“I do if you’re talking.” Maddox turned to the computer and put the file onto his usb. “I’m going to try working on this in my studio. Thanks, t/n.”

“No problem. I hope you figure it out.”

He smiled and took his guitar and his other things with him.

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[bbypedrito]

Push & Pull | Dieter Bravo/f!Reader

After an interview with Dieter goes awry, the two of you clash on the red carpet and accidentally go viral for your sizzling chemistry with each other. Unfortunately, it all goes downhill from there.

rating: explicit, minors DNI

word count: 3k

warnings: no y/n, no reader descriptions, piv sex, hate sex, a single dub-con kiss, some degrading language, mentions of dieter’s drug use, annoying flirty dieter who probably has too much game in this fic than is necessarily realistic but OH WELL, dumb social media jokes

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“I hate you so much,” Dieter gasps as he sinks himself into you. “Fucking. Uppity. Bitch,” he punctuates each word with a hard thrust, teeth bared. “Say it back to me, tell me you hate me too. Fucking say it.”

You open your mouth to reply but a long, loud, moan comes spilling out as Dieter pounds into you. He has you lifted up against the wall of a bathroom stall and you’re achingly stretched open, Dieter’s cock filling you up so good you can barely breathe, let alone think. You steel yourself, screwing your eyes closed, digging your nails into the broad expanse of his back. “Fucking — fucking hate you, Bravo.”

He moans into your neck and it’s a filthy, desperate sound that will haunt you for weeks, never letting you forget that not only did you let the Dieter Bravo pound you in a public bathroom, but horrifyingly, it was probably the best fucking sex you’d ever had.

-

You’re no stranger to dealing with some difficult celebrities in your line of work, so you weren’t particularly nervous at the prospect of interviewing Dieter Bravo for the very first time. He wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine, even on a good day, but at least he humoured the press and answered questions with little to no fuss. You’d done your research the night before and, armed with the knowledge that he didn’t like taking off his sunglasses or answering questions about his personal life or drug habit, there was no way you could possibly fuck this up, right?

Wrong. Extremely, spectacularly, excruciatingly wrong.

In fact, you fucked it up so royally Bravo had stormed off set, forcefully unplugging his mic pack and muttering darkly about fucking media and their fucking jokes as mortified producers scattered in his furious wake.

When you look back on it, you can admit it was a total rookie error. It had been a long day for everyone on that particular press junket, and trying to break the ice by playfully riffing on his performance in Cliff Beasts 6 probably wasn’t your most inspired idea.

Still, you can’t help but think it was a bit of an overreaction, a total diva move, and it especially stung when your less than pleased boss demoted you to interviewing reality tv stars for a long, vacuous couple of months.

Your warm and easygoing interview style soon saw you bouncing back though, and the next time you see Dieter is at the premiere of his latest film. It’s a better movie than Cliff Beasts, which doesn’t exactly say a lot, but it’s a step in the right direction for his career and Dieter seems...almost cheerful out on the red carpet. He looks a lot less hungover than usual, forgoing the signature sunglasses he often wears at events to conceal whatever vice he’d indulged in. He has nice eyes, you begrudgingly decide, and his beard looks groomed for once. He’s also wearing a crisp, elegant suit that flatters his tall, broad figure and he’s even smiling, humouring fans with a couple of selfies and shooting winks in their direction whenever he catches their eye. You can’t help but laugh at the commotion it causes each time, a new wave of screams following everywhere he saunters.

You’d never admit it out loud, but he looks quite dashing - happiness and sobriety definitely look good on him.

Unfortunately, any goodwill towards his character or appearance evaporates when you approach him for an interview. Dieter’s expression drops when he spots you coming and he visibly sneers as your cameraman fiddles with his equipment, looking down his hawk-like nose at you with such derision it almost makes you shrink in on yourself. Almost.

“It’s you,” he says, plastering on a camera-ready fake smile. “The girl who thinks she’s a film critic.”

You force a sickly sweet smile to match. “Dieter Bravo. The diva who thinks he’s Olivier.”

Dieter pretends to laugh, but his eyes blaze with burning daggers at your verbal riposte. “The Academy Award winner who thinks he’s Olivier,” he retorts, his forced grin stretching just a little too wide to be natural.

Your cameraman clears his throat awkwardly as the two of you stare each other down. “I’m, uh, ready to roll.”

-

is it just me or does dieter bravo have crazy chemistry with the interview girl???

yeah he was definitely giving her the fucky eyes 👀

she deffo wants him too tho, i ship it tbh

i felt like a third wheel watching this

bro is down BAD 😂

-

You can’t believe what you’re reading. Your notifications are inundated with endless comments about your so-called “chemistry” with Dieter Bravo.

What. The. Fuck.

You flop face-first onto your couch, accidentally scattering your decorative cushions to the floor into a haphazard heap. Whatever. You’ll pick them up later. Your phone pings and you ignore it, assuming it’s yet another comment about Dieter and his supposed fucky eyes for you. Gross. Weird. Absolutely wrong, he would never— you would never—

Your phone fully rings this time and your heart sinks to your knees when you groggily sit up and realise it’s your boss, Michael.

“Have you seen the comments?” He asks excitedly, forgoing any pleasantries and getting straight to the point.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“And the numbers?”

“Numbers?”

“The numbers! The views! You hit one million in less than 24 hours. The teens on TikTok are obsessed with your sexual chemistry with Dieter Bravo.”

One million views. Sexual chemistry. Dieter Bravo.

Jesus christ. You pinch the bridge of your nose, a sudden headache coming on. Is this a nightmare? It feels like a nightmare. You’ve always wanted to make it big in your field, to finally stand out amongst all the other media journalists clamouring for the stars and the public’s attention, but not like this. Never like this.

You heave a loud sigh, too defeated to be polite to even your boss right now. He can demote you back down to D-list reality stars again for all you care right now. “You want me to interview him again, don’t you.”

“Smart girl,” Michael coos, and you wrinkle your nose, “I’ve already made arrangements with Bravo’s team to strike while the viral iron’s still hot. They’re all very excited - apparently this is exactly the kind of PR they’ve always wanted for Dieter.”

“What an honour,” you deadpan, but your sarcasm seems to fly right over your excited boss’ head.

“That’s my girl! Now, here’s the concept…”

-

It’s a date. They’ve forced you to go on a date with him.

Well, it’s a fake date, in a fancy rented out bar, with a specially hired bartender and a whole film crew crammed into the space. Either way, you’re unhappy, tugging listlessly at the hem of your short dress. You and your team had arrived first and predictably Dieter is late, which only serves to piss you off even more.

He was probably doing it on purpose, the ass.

Sitting at the bar, you unlock your phone to check it out of nervous habit only to immediately lock it again - your notifications are still crazy with endless messages and comments, your interview with Dieter having reached another million views and still going strong.

There’s even a fancam now, the footage of the two of you edited to Me and your Mama by Childish Gambino. The footage has been slowed down and out of context it certainly looks…like something else. Your gazes on each other are fiery, and at one point Dieter bites his lip as you lean into his space just a little, but jesus, you had been passive aggressively taunting him with purposefully annoying questions, trying to get a rise out of him. And not that kind of rise, thank you very much.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Dieter’s grand arrival and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at the sound of his smarmy voice chatting up the crew. Just to add insult to injury, the asshole looks irritatingly good; his hair is perfectly styled into an artfully natural looking bedhead, his beard left scruffy but his moustache neatly trimmed, and he’s wearing a dark maroon button down shirt with far too many buttons neglected to be decent. He catches your eye and has the gall to fucking wink at you as he joins you at the bar.

“Like what you see?” He drawls.

“I do now,” you quip as the bartender hands you a delicious looking fruity drink. The production staff that briefed you had encouraged you to get tipsy for a more loose and relaxed atmosphere, and who are you to say no to free drinks?

Dieter merely chuckles, ordering himself a neat whiskey. You notice him watching you as you sip at your drink and irritation blooms hot in your chest.

“What?” You snap, and Dieter shrugs.

“Just checking out my hot date,” he says before taking his drink and downing it with practiced ease. You ignore the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and then nonchalantly sets hls glass down on the bar. “Not bad. Shame she’s a fucking ice queen.”

You open your mouth to argue but you’re interrupted by the director calling for the lights to be adjusted. Instead of deigning to lower yourself to Dieter’s level with a childish ‘you started it’, you decide to busy yourself with your script until Dieter takes the hint and wanders off to chat up his makeup artist as she touches his face up.

The script itself is just a basic outline; you playfully banter with each other and ask him some flirty questions, Dieter comes up with flirty answers, you get him to promote his new movie at the end, and then cut, you can finally go home. Preferably to take a long scalding hot shower before bed and wash away the grimy feeling of flirting all night with a dickwad like Dieter just for clicks and good PR.

You order yourself another drink.

-

By the time you wrap, you’re more than a little tipsy. It lends itself well to the shoot at least, and you’re praised for how real and natural you were. Dieter practically vanished as soon as he heard the director yell cut and call it a day, which was a huge fucking relief because you’re not quite sure you can look him in the eye right now. Or ever again.

You wonder if you can get away with one more drink.

-

the tension is crazy, i genuinely thought they were gonna start banging on the table lol

that flirting is too real 👀

omg the way he looks at her!!!!

anyone else notice how much she kept blushing?

i don’t ship real people but i can’t deny their chemistry is crazy!

-

Looking back at the footage, you decide the two of you must be insanely good actors because the flirting does look strangely real. You resent the comments about you blushing, though. You’re a grown woman, goddamnit, it was the alcohol making your face flush, not Dieter’s finger absentmindedly tracing your knuckles, or his foot nudging yours under the table, or the way his big brown eyes crinkled at the edges when he fake laughed at your fake jokes.

These TikTok kids are ridiculous. You snap your laptop shut before you torture yourself further reading any more comments.

The pay is good, you remind yourself. You can finally start thinking about moving out of your tiny shitty apartment. Your social media accounts are flourishing too, as is your career, gaining a bigger following that you’ve ever dreamed of and more and more agents are reaching out for you to interview their big clients. One of them is even the major star of a popular series of Marvel movies, real big league shit, and just the thought of it makes you giddy.

You lie back on your bed, unblinkingly staring up at the ceiling. As much as you hate to admit it, you kinda owe Dieter, and despite his reputation and clear dislike for you, he’d been enough of a gentleman during your fake date. As you start to drift off, you decide you’ll be charitable and buy him a drink someday, just to say thanks.

Your phone buzzes, and blearily you peer at it, the screen too bright in the dim of your room. It’s a number you don’t recognise, but you know full well who the text is from.

congrats on another viral hit leeching off my fame ;)

Fully awake and seething now, you type out a reply:

Thanks Dieter! Congrats on finally becoming relevant again!!! So brave of you to bounce back after Cliff Beasts and that weird messy documentary that almost killed your career xxx

bitch. Dieter fires back, and you grin to yourself, knowing you got under his skin.

You send Dieter a final parting gift - a single passive aggressive 😘 emoji - before switching off your phone and turning over to sleep.

-

The next day, you wake up around early afternoon to PR carnage.

Dieter is plastered all over the tabloids after going on a very public bender and getting caught with a bag of coke last night.

You feel sick. Was this your fault? Were you really that harsh on him? You stare at your brief chain of texts, chewing anxiously on the inside of your cheek, worrying at it with your teeth until it’s raw. Fuck, maybe that ‘leeching off my fame’ text was just a joke. A shitty joke, but a joke all the same, one you were too tired and stupid to understand.

Fuck.

Should you try to call him? You stare down at your phone, at the stupid little emoji you sent him. A knock at your door pulls you out of your trance. Frazzled, you run to answer the door in your pyjamas, and freeze when you find Dieter on your doorstep. He looks exhausted, hair a mess, his plain grey t-shirt rumpled.

“I was thinking about you. Last night. All night actually,” he says. He grins sardonically. “Well, you probably saw the news.”

You’re in the middle of trying to formulate some kind of halfbaked apology when Dieter pulls you in close and kisses you hard, his hands vice-like on your hips and his tongue swiping into your mouth with such frenzied desperation it pulls a surprised moan from you.

Just as suddenly, just as you’re about to kiss him back he pulls away, jerking away from you as if burned, and then he’s gone.

You wander back inside, fingers pressed to lips that still tingle from the friction of Dieter’s scruff.

Because he’d kissed you.

What the hell was that? Scratch that, how the hell does he know where you live? The lack of answers only serve to frustrate you and you find yourself getting angry, pacing your apartment as the indignant fury builds. How dare he worry you and then just show up to your home unannounced and kiss you out of nowhere like that? Entitled weirdo. You hate him. You fucking hate him, and you can’t believe you were going to apologise, that you ever felt bad for him in the first place.

Hours later, Michael calls when you’re about to make dinner and you immediately lose your appetite because you know what he’s going to ask.

“Just one more thing together, so this coke thing blows over.”

“No.”

“You’ll be paid double.”

You falter at that, eyeing the water damaged ceiling currently blooming with ominous looking black mould and your sad, wonky kitchen cupboards.

“Fine,” you sigh, “but only for the money. And never again after this.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you reply. Michael nervously chuckles, unsure of what you mean, and without bothering to explain you hang up.

-

Dieter’s PR team works quickly and efficiently and they somehow get you both booked together on some Buzzfeed thing the following week. It’s impressive, if not a little scary.

You’re more nervous than you’ve ever been at the prospect of being on camera, fidgeting in your seat as someone diligently dabs at your face with various makeup brushes. If the bags under your eyes are anything to go by, your poor makeup artist has their work cut out for them.

You’re beginning to zone out as you stare into the mirror when a cheery producer pops her head in. “Ready to break the internet?” She asks, painfully enthusiastic. The makeup artist steps back and gives you a thumbs up. Obliviously accepting your tight grimace of a smile as an affirmative with a bright “let’s go, girl!” the producer leads you to the sound stage where the crew and Dieter are waiting.

You avoid his gaze, but you can feel it, dark and heavy as you cross the room.

The production team begin to brief the two of you but you can barely concentrate, your traitorous mind drifting back to Dieter on your doorstop, Dieter’s greedy hands on your hips, Dieter’s lips angrily pressed to your own…

You’re pulled from your thoughts when someone shouts for a makeup artist and you nearly die on the spot when you realise it’s because you’re noticeably sweating.

You mumble something about the lights being hot as the makeup artist from before busily reapplies some product, your cheeks warm with embarrassment when you realise Dieter is looking in your direction. You half expect to see the mocking grin you’ve grown accustomed to seeing flashed your way, but his brows are furrowed and he looks oddly serious. Almost calculating. It unsettles you in ways you can’t explain.

Makeup retouched and camera ready, you rejoin him, and Dieter surprises you by casually slinging an arm around your shoulder as if you were old friends. “All ready?” He asks brightly, but before you can reply, he subtly leans closer, lips close to your ear so only you can hear what he says next:

“The comments on our last video were right. I was thinking about bending you over that table all evening.”

You inhale sharply, head whipping around to face him, and there it is, that fucking unbearable fake charm smile, and fuck it, you think. You’re not backing down now.

You match his stupid, smug grin with your own.

-

top comment:

i 100% bet these two fucked like rabbits after filming this

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 6 - Current Location

Hisoka: …But this is just the pre-thing.

Sakyo: Right. This doesn’t affect the final verdict. It’s only a temporary poll.

Kazunari: Exactly! Aah, we got way too worked up!

Taichi: If we do our best during the real thing, we’ll totally be able to make up for it, right!?

Misumi: We still have a whole year~. Let’s do our best~!

Yuki: …Still, the fact is that our votes didn’t go up with there being so many other troupes competing.

Chikage: Taking a quick look at the rankings, you can really see that the influence of well-known celebrities and influencers really gave them a strong start.

Chikage: I’d say that this was an unfair fight, given the conditions were that only social media voting would count for this.

Sakyo: Even so, SNS Votes are still part of the main competition, so I don’t think we can necessarily say the playing field is going to change drastically.

Sakyo: If we’re currently seventieth, I doubt we’ll be able to move up to the top ten just in the first quarter…

Izumi: Then what are we going to do…?

Itaru: Considering the Newborn Fleur Award only just dropped, it’s not like we’ve got any wikis to browse for strats…

Itaru: And we still don’t have a clue how much of an impact Theater Votes are going to have.

Homare: All we know for now is that… it’s of the utmost importance that we move up the ranks in each of the four rounds of voting between the first and fourth quarters.

Omi: We have four total chances, so we have to be sure to take them all.

Azuma: We don’t have to jump up the rankings all in one go, we just need to gradually make our way up to at least tenth place.

Tsuzuru: Four rounds, huh… should we do performances that’ll stand out and be talked about as much as possible?

Sakyo: No, wouldn’t it be better to stick with keeping each troupe’s performance in MANKAI Company’s style, as opposed to doing something unconventional?

Tasuku: That’s true, the most important thing is making sure that the fans who usually come to our theater are satisfied.

Tsumugi: I think prioritizing getting Theater Votes is the way to go. Each one of those counts for one more point than the SNS Votes do.

Tenma: All we’ve got to do is continue on like we’ve been doing and give the audience the best performances we can…

Masumi: We don’t need to change what we’ve been doing.

Tsumugi: Right. We just need to keep putting on good plays. Just like we always have.

Misumi: Yeah, yeah! None of it matters if all you care about is the rankings~!

Muku: You’re right… I have to do what I can.

Juza: Yea. We’ve been steadily gainin’ experience and growin’ as actors. Even if it’s kinda crude, ‘s’all we can do.

Banri: So that means we’ll just be doin’ our usual performances, right?

Homare: For our usual performances, Spring Troupe’s performance is up next, correct?

Tsuzuru: Kinda nervous having us start out like this… If we screw up here…

Itaru: It’s a little terrifying to think about how we’ll be affecting things in the long run.

Citron: There is no need to worry! We just have to put on a Spring Troupe play like we always do!

Sakuya: Yeah. We were like this during our first performance, but if we hadn’t pushed on, we never would’ve been able to connect with Summer Troupe.

Tenma: Exactly. Summer Troupe wouldn’t have existed if it wasn’t for Spring Troupe’s performance. You guys can definitely do this.

Tsuzuru: Right, we have to do this…

Citron: If we could do it back then, then we can also do it now. We can be sure of that!

Chikage: I’ll do my best, too.

Sakuya: We’ve got more experience than we did back then, and we’ve got six people now, too. I’m sure we’ll be just fine.

Banri: ‘Course, we’ll be supportin’ you guys, too.

Tsumugi: Let’s all do our best to work all the way through the fourth quarter.

Sakuya: Let’s do our best!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

momo has entered the chat.

momo: Fleur Special Award-winning MANKAI Company placed 70th? Something’s sus here momo: Can’t believe that a troupe that literally just formed and hasn’t even performed yet is ranked top for a theater award, something’s definitely sus here momo: Can’t believe they’re really doing this social media voting thing. And why was the pre-thing ONLY social media voting? There’s gotta be a troupe that was buying votes or rigging it somehow momo: People were actually suggesting to use throwaways online cuz you could use them to vote as much as you want momo: And online popularity and IRL popularity are totally different things anyway

Iv: yua troupe def only got first cuz it was created by that famous vtuber, and the fact that they got like double the votes compared to second place is like so gross and weird fr Kar: That sucks. You doin okay? momo: God no. What am I gonna do if my oshi is shocked by MANKAI ranking so low? I can’t do this, I’m literally getting mental illness just thinking about it /neg shiki: It’s really disappointing the way things turned out with this. Social media really just does have a huge influence, doesn’t it? momo: Winning just cuz you’ve got big social media presence is so not fair Iv: i mean, tru, but it fits the era and it’s still a good thing, there’s tons of fans who wanna see their oshis but can’t actually go to the theaters, y’know? Kar: I mean, this is probably what got some people into theater, so it’s just a matter of strategy, ain’t it? Dunno, that’s just what I think momo: I mean, maybe, but still

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 2

Hoboy these boys are all in over their heads in various ways and to various degrees. Add in some Real World-style confessional action and the mess is MESSING. This entire episode is just this gif:

Here's this week's rankings, with last week's rankings in parentheses

🔺1. Ray (3)

Some kind of friendship can start from having sex.

I knew all it would take was some time and a little bit of lore and Ray was gonna shoot up the rankings for me, and so said so done. The lonely little rich boy with the dead mom, the lack of self-esteem and the alcohol problem...yep yep yep, all seems right on time. The way those strippers sniffed him out and swarmed him...they know money when they see it. Sipping from that flask in the early daylight OK I SEE WHAT IS UP. Becoming a bugaboo to the first person to take any interest...yup this all tracks. Topping the toxique roster this week.

🔺2. Mew (5)

But I think I figured out your weakness now. Me.

This kid is so smug, he really thinks he's smart, he thinks he's in control. He really, truly thinks he can domesticate that alley cat. Trying to turn a hoe into a housewife for real. He's playing a game with Top, and he knows Top knows what the game is, but he's still confident he can win. Tale as old as time.

🔺3. Boston (4)

At least I beat Mew at this...You know no one can beat me at this kind of thing.

The jealousy radiating in WAVES off Boston this episode...OOF. Is this even about Top, or is this about beating Mew? Bit of both perhaps? This kind of love/hate friendship is SO REAL. Boston's probably felt like he was losing to Mew the entire time they've known each other. A 'friendship' built on longevity and resentment? Delicious.

🔻4. Sand (2)

I can be your friend. You don’t have to hire me.

Listen, when Sand asked that girl to come see his plants because he doesn't have a cat I cackled. He's like 'we both know what this is, does the excuse even matter?' and I loved it so hard. And then Ray begs a little and he tells homegirl to kick rocks and I--sir, down horrendous ALREADY?! That thousand yard stare in the confessional when he says you gotta be careful not to catch feelings fucking a friend? He knows he's screwed and he's still going in because he can't help himself, the softhearted fuck.

🔻5. Nick (1)

We’ve slept together many times. So what is this? What are we to each other?

OH NICK NICK NICK BABYGIRL. Nick took the mightiest fall this week in the rankings, because he has no game AT ALL. He had one move and he used it, and now he's just down the rabbit hole, just dickmatized. This is exactly what I wanted, but it's in the in between stage now before he gets truly desperate, when I'm sure he'll be back to reclaim his top spot.

🔺6. Cheum (and April) (7)

It's a blessing to have a lover who gets along with your friends.

THE LESBIANS ARE HERE and it seems will be providing the stability to everybody else's full-tilt boogie, but appearances can be deceiving. Listen, if Jojo and Ninew throw in some lesbian drama in this mix I may expire. In case you don't know, there is NOTHING like lesbian drama. Otherwise, Cheum being Top's biggest cheerleader is totally gonna come back and bite.

🔻7. Top (6)

Whenever I take aim, I never miss.

I dunno why Top is always near the bottom of the rankings because he's probably the biggest mess of them all, but I think it's because he is the most aware of what's playing off here and therefore the least in danger. Everybody else is working with either limited information or a misunderstanding of self, but Top knows EXACTLY who he is and what he wants, and he's clocked everybody else in this little group too. And I'm not sure I believe a single word that comes out of his mouth as a result.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

HI OH MY GOD. i love your writing style for pluto sm, can i get headcanons for a reader like Eulalie ??? i love her sm <3 ty !!

A/N: Omg thank you so much Anon that's adorable!! I made this a gn!reader haha sorry if that wasn't what was intended-

Pluto x reader who's like Eulalie headcanons

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Oh gosh you're his literal ray of sunshine

You don't even imagine, like

You're the optimist to his pessimistic side

Every time he sees you or hear you he can't help but feel like this world is suddenly a bit warmer and easier to live in

You make him smile

On a daily basis

He basically can't look at you without smiling

Even is he's in a bad mood his heart will melt a bit at your mere presence

I feel like he would be extremely protective of you too

Because you seem so oblivious he gets scared someone might trick you and hurt you :0

So as far as he's concerned, he's right by your side/behind you shooting death stares to any stranger who talks to you

Some will say he's creepy but to you this is the cutest thing in the world

He's your social support catboy

If you want some privacy tho he'll totally respect that and walk away

(but not without glancing at you with worried eyes for as long as he can see you)

But if he doesn't trust the person you're talking to, he'll stay close enough to be able to hear you if you scream or call for him

You know? Just in case anything happens

When he has a bad day he likes to hug you tight and hide his face in you chest or neck

Hug him back and he'll be in heaven

If you ask him what's going on he'll probably just mumble something unintelligible and hug you a little tighter

He likes your positivity and energy

But what he loves the most is to see you in a peaceful state

I'm talking, cuddling him or him cuddling you and you just

Close your eyes

And lay there

With his arms around you

Oh fuck oh shit oh damn he's so screwed his heart is melting inside

He would rather die on the spot than disturb you

He'll never say it out loud but in these moments he just hold you a little tighter and swear to himself that he'll protect you of harm and do everything to make sure you're happy

Even if your happiness doesn't include him, he wouldn't care as long as you stay as peaceful as you look right now for the rest of your life

He will. Literally. Never. Question. Anything that you say.

If you're in the middle of a dangerous situation and you ask him to bring you something

He won't say a word

He'll just do it

Even if it's absolutely useless

You have your reasons

And you must be granted what you asked for

I'm literally not kidding he would do anything you'd ask for, this little guy has an incredible determination

Even if he doesn't understand why you're asking something, he knows your mind functions a little differently from anyone else and he'll support you on that, no question asked

His only limit is that he won't harm himself or harm you in any way, shape or form. If you ask for something dangerous and one of you might get hurt because of it, he'll refuse

Also if you mess up with anything while getting focused on whatever you're doing, he'll make sure to clean up after you

You might not even notice it

But the next time you walk in the same hallway all of the knots you did with the curtains have been untied

Books are in alphabetical order again, no matter how many times you disorganize them

If you like to craft handmade things like necklaces or accessories he'll stay by your side and keep your materials organised

He likes to watch you while you're creating things, you look so sweet and relaxed

Sometime he'll chat with you while you're at it, but if you prefer to stay quiet he'll comply, silence doesn't bother him anyway

He'll remind you to pay attention to things too

Or if you forget you have something important to do

He'll be here to make sure you remember about it

Tho he'll feel a little sad if you forget about one of your dates but he'll understand really

On the other hand he finds it cute if you keep asking him just how long before your next date or hangout

The thought of you being somewhat impatient to spend time with him melts his heart inside <3

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[002-A17] Alien Egg

Summary — ✈︎ Ushio is getting fed up with how selfishly the other students are living. He approaches Kiroku, who was quietly standing near the noisy group Akuta is in.

Characters— ✈︎ Ushio, Kiroku, Akuta, Muneuji, Nanaki

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Ushio: ………

So the sink wasn’t wiped down after it was used, and the mirror has drops of water on it.

The towels are damp, and the toilet paper I personally brought was empty.

And on top of that, they’re playing loud music even though it’s late at night.

…… Hahaha, hahahaha……!

Ushio: (This is why I don’t want to live with humans!)

Ushio: You guysーー guh!?

Akuta: Oops, sorry.

Ushio: …… What is this?

Akuta: Cola!

Nanaki: Aww, it got all over you ‘cuz you suddenly barged in here. Poor thing. 

Muneuji: Do we have any towels around?

Kinugawa, can you make sure there isn’t a mess on the floor?

Kiroku: ……… (Nods)

Nanaki: All of us are having an “American movie style party without adults around” right now. I didn’t invite you though, since I thought you’d hate the noise.

Ushio: ………

Akuta: YAAY〜! Well, I say you’re always welcome to join〜!

Maybe the carbonation will help with the wrinkles from your eyebrows♪

Ushio: … Why are you drinking from the side of the can?

Akuta: This is “Shotgunning”! I saw it once in a movie.

So you poke a hole at the bottom of the can, and then you put your mouth to the hole, and chug・straight・from・the・bottom!

If you do, you’ll look super cool and mature y’know. And you’ll be irresistible to girls! That’s why!

Ushio: ………

Nanaki: Ahahaha. You’re so stupid y’know〜. It’s soothing in a way.

Ushio: It’s really not.

Muneuji: Apparently, this is how all adults drink canned drinks. This is very enlightening.

Ushio: … Your helmet is completely waterproofing you.

Muneuji: Yes. It’s comfortable to wear, and it also protects me against splashes.

Akuta: UOOOORYAAA～～! Okay, another round!

Nanaki: Let’s see, which song should we play next? Choosing the right songs is all up to the DJ’s sense of music.

Ushio: You guys can all go to hell.

Akuta: Eh!? Well, whatever that’s fine! Let’s go let’s go!

Nanaki: I’m fine going too. When that happens, I’ll just drag you down with me.

Ushio: ………

Kiroku: …… Ku………

…… Kurama…… I don’t know…… if you know butーー

Right now, the adults… are at a gathering…… with the localsーー

Ushio: ーー Buddha Statue…

Kiroku: ……!

Ushio: Idiotake won’t listen, and I don’t feel like dealing with the bullshit that Panda is saying, so I’ll just talk to you.

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: Why don’t you stop these guys?

I mean, no matter how you look at it, isn’t this place in shambles? Are you still gonna act indifferent seeing how disastrous it’s getting?

Kiroku: Disast…rous…?

Ushio: It’s way more than just the noise y’know. They use other people’s things without permission, they leave their clothes all over the place after changing, and my face even got completely soaked with cola.

Why are you just cowering in a corner without stopping them? It’s obvious that you guys are gonna get in trouble when the adults get back home, right?

Kiroku: ……Uh… Ah……

Ushio: Hey, why?

I’m definitely not gonna let you go until you answer.

Kiroku: …… U… Um……

Egg: ………!

Kiroku: Ah.

Ushio: ………

Muneuji: Oh. The egg.

Akuta: It’s stuck on Ushio’s face…!

Kiroku: …… The… egg…

Ushio: H……

HGYAAAAAAAAAHAH!!

Kiroku: ……grew… legs……

Ushio: EWW NOOOO, WHAT IS THIS!? Take it off! TAKE IT OFF! Someone take it off!! NOOOOO!

Kiroku: Kurama… reacts like… a little girl……

Ushio: I can’t see anything! Hey Buddha Statue! I know you’re there! Hurry, get it! Getittt! Take… takeitoff, takeitofffff!

Kiroku: …Don’t… move…

Egg: ………

Ushio: …What the fuck was that…

Kiroku: The egg… grew…legs…

Ushio: I can fucking see that! What is up with that, it’s disgusting! Why did I have to have something like that on my face…!?

Ugh, I need to clean my face. With a scrubbing brush.

Kiroku: ーー…It’s so… cute……

Ushio: Your sense of aesthetic is screwed up.

Kiroku: ………

Akuta: Damn, I was totally scared when I saw it for the first time but! It’s so wiggly! It looks so cool!

Nanaki: I'm not sure if it’s a living thing, but I wonder if it has a will of its own?

Kiroku: …… I don’t know… but, it’s … cute……

Muneuji: I’m proud to be a witness of the mysteries of this universe.

Ushio: Why are you guys just chatting about this happily!? This isn’t some normal mystery!

I can’t do this! No way no way no way! I change my mind, fair and square!

I can’t keep this thing anymore! We need to throw it in the ocean! It’s my turn next, so I’m saying this right now! I’m definitely throwing it away!

Nanaki: Yuup, I agree.

Ushio: This is probably the first time we actually agree on something.  OK then, now that I changed my vote, that means Panda, Kinugawa, and I are now on the side of throwing it away. There, we decided on a majority voteーー

Kiroku: ………!!

Ushio: … What are you doing?

Kiroku: I won’t let you have it…

Ushio: Hah!?

Kiroku: I’ll never… hand it over to anyone… I won’t let anyone… harm it…

Akuta: Ah, does that mean Kiroku switched to the “keeping the egg” side?

Then let’s have another vote〜! I don’t wanna throw it away!

Muneuji: I also don’t want to throw it away.

Kiroku: …… Don’t……

Nanaki: Shit.

Ushio: ………

Oh yeah? Fine. Now give it to me.

Kiroku: You can’t… throw it… away……

Ushio: You’re being paranoid. I’m not gonna throw it away. It’s just my turn with the egg next.

Or do you think that I’m the type of person who’s unable to read the room and would easily just overrule a decision made by a majority vote?

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: (Well, obviously I’m gonna throw it away though.

Ughhh I really don’t wanna touch it… I should put it in a bug cage later or something…)

ーー ‘Kay, I’m leaving first.

You all should make sure you clean up properly.

Akuta: K! Niiight!

Nanakiii, play a new song! One that bangs〜!

Ushio: ……

Muneuji: ………

News Reporter: “Now, onto the next news.”

News Reporter: “Earlier this morning, a fire broke out at the Waterfront Park in Tokyo. One of the garbage collection robots…”

Ushio: ………

News Reporter: “There’s said to be no casualties that arose from this incident.”

Ushio: ………

Kaede: (Ushio-kun is watching the news with an expression that looks like it’s the end of the world… I wonder if he’s okay…)

Ushio-kun?

Ushio: ………

Kaede: (No reply… He doesn’t seem like he wants to have a conversation.)

Muneuji: I’m back.

Kaede: Ah, welcome home. 

Thank you for offering, by the way!

Muneuji: No need to thank me.

Since Kinugawa is working hard by himself in the Atelier, this is the least I could do to help.

Kaede: Kiroku-kun… How is he?

Muneuji: He was enclosed in the Atelier, immersed in his creation as if he were possessedーー

Muneuji: Kinugawa.

Kiroku: ………

Muneuji: Apologies for interrupting. I’m here to deliver the food from Chief.

It’s a large bento for lunch with a bit of fried food. For a growing boy, it’d be an irresistible dish.

Kiroku: …… It’s big… and… golden brown…… 

Thank yo…

Muneuji: I’ll leave it here then. See you.

Muneuji: He didn’t seem like he was going to eat it at the very moment, but when he gets hungry, I’m sure he will finish it all.

Andーー I feel like his face changed a bit. He’s not wearing a depressed expression anymoreーー

It’s like he lost what was haunting him.

Kaede: I see. I’m so glad…!

Thank you for the hard wor… Ah.

Is that a souvenir? Is it for your family?

Muneuji: Yes. On the way back, I passed by a souvenir shop. There were a lot of things that looked good, so I bought some for my little sister.

Kaede: (So you’re the type of person who cherishes their sister huh, Muneuji-kun?)

Okay. Could I ask you to give a status report for everyone else?

Muneuji: All right. Firstly, Nanamegi. As you know, he was just composing the music because he felt like he had to. But as of right nowーー he seems to be more motivated

Isotake is also enthusiastic. He’s shooting various videos of scenery in Shodoshima to edit alongside the video of the festival.

Kaede: Everything is progressing steadily then!

(It’s only day 5 of the study tour… The real thing starts the day after tomorrow.)

(The one I’m worried about the most is…)

Ushio: ………

Kaede: (The kid who’s glued in front of the TV… hm.)

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[hello-nichya-here]

Why was Rhaenyra given so much shit for having bastards while Aegon's illegitimate children rarely came up? Was it all just sexism or am I missing something?

Sexism is a pretty big factor here, but it's not the only one. Rhaenyra's firstborn is a bastard and she intends to make him take the throne after her, something the Faith, and westerosi society in general, sees as absurd - even if, yes, since they'd inherit though her, their status as Targaryens makes the situation a bit better than, say, Cersei trying to pass her pure Lannister kids as Baratheon's because their "father" was the king. But they're still illegitimate since they are a result of their mom having sex with someone she's not married to. They're "true Targaryens" biologically, but not legally/socially.

Even worse: to keep up the lie of her bastard being the totally legitimate sons of her not-at-all-gay husband, she keeps doubling down on them being given the titles and lands of true Velaryons - which means taking away the claims of noblemen like Vaemond, who are obviously going to be very mad about it, and other lords/heirs might fear being treated the same way if Rhaenyra starts favoring other people's bastards too instead of just her own.

Aegon's bastards exist and they are treated HORRIBLY, living in completely inhumane conditions - but they are out of sight and therefore out of mind. They're hidden away, far from nobility and posing no threat to anyone's claims. To the highborn people of Westeros (who have all the money, manpower and influence) that's where they belong.

Raising your bastard(s) alongside your legitimate children and loving them, Ned Stark or Rhaenyra style, is NOT the norm. Even acknowledging said bastards' existence and providing them with money every now and then so they don't rock the boat too much is not the usual deal.

To the people of Westeros, Aegon II is doing the right thing by pretending his legitimate children are the ONLY children he has, and Rhaenyra already disgraced herself by having bastards at all (see Viserys justifying his anger at Daemon for taking Rhaenyra to a brothel, even though both used to go to places like that, by saying "We were young men") and is bringing extra shame to herself, her family, the crown and society as a whole by not only embracing them, but also expecting them to be treated like people that can demand things and be important. Disgusting.

If Aegon II tried pulling the same stuff Rhaenyra did, he would STILL face quite a lot of backlash, even with the "he's a young guy that gave into his passions because men are like that" excuse - because that only gives him a pass to have bastards, not to let them think they can have anything in life. Even in an ideal situation of the legitimate children being fully okay with their half-sibling getting some of their stuff, that still opens up the precedent for other people's bastards to straight up start wars to steal their sibling's castles and fortunes.

So yeah, from the moment Rhaenyra was stuck with a husband that could not give her kids, she was screwed because her only choices were:

1 - Not have heirs at all, which means nobody would bother making her queen since Aegon's children would be the ones to inherit anyway.

2 - Have bastards and pray to the seven gods that people would believe they were really Laenor's, running the risk of being seen as a woman with no honor at all and pissing off all the nobles if the secret was discovered.

3 - Getting rid of her husband, be it through "divorce" or murder, so she could marry someone else, both of which are almost sure to lead to political headaches.

[bakurapika]

I tried a little game against myself on the new goban (screw it, i'm calling it that - it's a Big Boy. it's allowed) and then took a picture for when I gave up so I can count territory when I, you know, know how to.

Then I gave everything a gentle wash (soapy dishcloth -> wet dishcloth -> dry dishcloth)

I had the idea to try to play out the ear-reddening game, even though I've seen it recreated on Youtube (once - all I remember is the ear-reddening move in the middleish of the board). And it was a good-ass idea! I'm actually playing and narrating it and getting into it.

I'm not able to play well yet but I know some of the overall territory-vs-influence thing, and I'm playing and I'm like... I REALLY hope that black is Shusaku. Because he seems to be dominating. But maybe I don't know anything about the game and white has some kind of Secret Plan.

I just had to put this on pause because my computer needs charging for a few minutes.

But I'm now kinda giddy because I get it now, that you can see someone's personality/play style. Sometimes I stopped to try to predict what move would happen next (or at least what kind of move would happen next), and like half the time, I've been right!

Like, it's obvious pretty quick that white is really petty and obsessed with his little corners. But almost all his moves are direct reactions to black - he's playing almost totally reactively. And maybe he's feeling okay because he technically has wide stretches of influence but he's playing kinda shitty (I'm new, I'm not judging, I'm just narrating to myself!! sorry historical go fans) so the influence doesn't really matter. If he cares so much about his beloved corners, why doesn't he even try to make eyes down there??

It's kinda funny narrating the ummm. They're not "ladders" because they're not diagonal. Just when the stones go in a straight line and race to the end of the board. Because the fact that white is unwilling to believe that any of his clusters are dead is kind of hilarious. And there are some exchanges that are just "Bitch." "Bitch please." "No way bitch." between each other.

I'm p bad at the actual play so I don't think I could do better but I can tell he needs to be paying attention to overall strategy way more. And I'm like, LORD, I hope white isn't Shusaku, or I'm misunderstanding the fundamentals of this game something awful.

Anyway, my man white is obsessed with some ataris that mean literally nothing (again, I am learning, I don't know if this is true etc etc) and that's when the ear-reddening move happens. And I think I get it now? Like, it's not ear-reddening specifically because it's audacious to play in the middle of the board. But because black (which thank god, is in fact Shusaku) was stringing white along with a whole bunch of petty nonsense to distract him and then black comes out and goes, "By the way hon... I don't care about any of those pieces :)"

So presumably the ear-reddening was more about white realizing that he was wasting his time for the last however-many moves.

Yes/no/maybe so?

Anyway, this is weirdly actually fun. I thought there was some exaggeration about telling a story just from a game of go, but it's a whole-ass conversation. And I really like the format at badukmovies.com for playing along at home without trying to play connect-the-dots with a hundred different moves on a kifu the size of a quarter.

Also, like not to diminish the Hikaru no Go fixation, but I think I'm going to start calling it Baduk (바둑 / the korean name for the game) interchangeably, even if I'm only looking at Japanese rules rn. I was going to explain why but I trust you to understand.

[astaroth1357]

The Brothers Giving Hugs

I'm having bad cramp pain right now and really want a hug… So excuse me as I write myself some! 😊

Lucifer 

Hugs like a protector.

Lucifer doesn't hug often, so when he does it's because he wants to be sure the MC can feel how much he cares for them.

Between his arms and his chest, he can easily envelope most people in even a basic embrace so he takes full advantage of that.

The rare hug from Lucifer is sort of like getting "hugged" by a full-grown lion… but with less maiming.

Throughout the process, they're fully aware that they're in the arms of a creature that could very easily snap them in two for any reason whatsoever, but chooses not to because of the bond they share.

It's a weirdly humbling feeling... One combined with a position of total safety because, really, who's going to mess with whoever tamed the great Lucifer, right?

Mammon

Hugs like they'll disappear.

No. Seriously. Mammon can be a very frustrating man to put up with and he knows it. He has more vices than he does Grimm and all of them have to do with his obsession with the stuff… but he loves MC. He really does.

There’s a part of him deep down that’s terrified that they may someday come to their senses and get sick of his shit like everyone else has… So he really tries to enjoy every moment with them that he can get.

When Mammon’s hugs are like a vice, it’s because he’s always scared that each one will be his last... He's a scumbag and a screw-up, but they've never cared.

He really, truly treasures them for it.

Levi 

Hugs like it’s a blessing.

If Mammon is anxious that they’ll leave, Levi is still trying to believe they’re there. Forget leaving him eventually, why are they with him to start with??

Needless to say, hugs from Levi always have a certain level of gratitude because of this. He always seems surprised when they start and usually hangs on a bit too long even after they end.

True, he doesn’t really know where to put his hands nor how to stand and not be stiff - but it doesn’t take a genius to see how much he must love it given how hard he hugs back.

Who would ever want to love an outcast like him…? He still doesn't know, but when MC's in his arms he can pretend at least… right?

Satan

Hugs like a gentleman.

Everything about Satan has a certain class to it, doesn't it? He's had proper manners drilled into him for centuries, so naturally his hugs are just as refined.

Never too hard and never too long, the perfect amount of grip and warmth to leave both parties satisfied. Excellent hugs for comfort!...

… unless he's upset about something. 

In the rare case where it's Satan looking for a little attention instead of MC, he just becomes extra needy - hanging around them for long stretches or trying to pull their arms around him if they don’t get the hint...

Is he purposely emulating his favorite furry friends or is this a subconscious thing? Who knows. But either way, the MC should feel honored to receive his more warm (and certainly more compromising) affections.

Asmo

Hugs like a worshipper.

I hope you don't mind roaming hands, but they caress out of love.

As much as Asmo loves skin-to-skin he'll always jump at the chance to get to know MC's body just that bit more, even fully clothed.

From the supple places that give to his touch to the bony ones he has to trace - the rolling curves or running valleys - every part is just another bit of MC to love!

He'll even try to learn what the MC's body feels like under all different kinds of fabrics and in every style imaginable, just to commit them to memory that much more.

It would be fair to say that he loves them desperately. A hug to him is more than a simple gesture, it's just another chance to worship at their altar...

Beel

Hugs like a natural.

Have you ever fallen face first into a comfy beanbag chair? Do you remember that sudden, almost light feeling as the beanbag puffs out then the wonderful enveloped feeling as you start to sink in? That's pretty much getting hugged by Beel.

Just replace the beanbag stuffing with washboard abs but somehow it's still no less satisfying, I promise.

Beel is built for hugs and he loves to give them to MC in particular. Their human body is a lot more fragile than his - he can tell - but that creates the same kind of feeling you get when holding a kitten.

When the person he's holding feels so light, warm, and delicate it feels so honoring to even touch them… Love and trust all in one package.

Belphie

Hugs like he's made of glue.

One could argue that Belphie's only truly content when his beloved human is in his arms. It is, however, not any expression of love or joy on his part. Oh no, it's not nearly that special...

It's just how things should be.

If he had his way, he'd make hugging the MC it's own universal law like gravity or motion. It shouldn't even be thought about, it's just a given. That's where he goes!

The MC has had to go hours of their daily life with Belphie's arms attached to their body in some form. Together. Where they belong. Period. He'll never let go.

[annyeongffs]

#𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝘁𝗯𝘇 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀.

𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌!

𝘅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖻𝗓.

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• sangyeon isn’t a super hard dom, but he very much wants to be the one in control. whether it’s of you, your reactions, your orgasm, etc... mans just wants to feel in charge. i don’t see him being strict or anything but he’s definitely dominant. will probably prefer to be on top but can sometimes be a power bottom; also is likely into some choking (giving), size kink (have you SEEN his hands?!), and maybe spanking,, nothing too harsh. would be an absolute king at aftercare.

𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• some see jacob as a switch or sub leaning, but when i tell you he radiates dom energy... he rADIATES. he may look sweet and act cuddly on camera, but something tells me that it’s a whole other story in bed. he probably likes to praise his partners, which makes me think he would also have a slight kink for seeing them in lingerie; not to mention his voice oh my god jacob would be so vocal, i 100% support the jacob bae dirty talk agenda!!! not afraid to tell you what he’s gonna do to you or how he wants you to behave. why can i see him as a soft brat tamer help me- also another aftercare king.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / dom / hard dom

• younghoon is soft and cute most of the time, but as a dom i rly see him wanting to act a little rougher. nothing bad or complicated though, no chains or leather... younghoonie would probably prefer more vanilla in bed except that he also wants to be in control. he wants to see you fall apart (probably has a receiving praise kink so don’t be afraid to tell him how you feel!) and he wants to make every inch of you feel amazing. i don’t see him being super kinky but he’s not opposed to a blindfold every now and then.

𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒆:

soft dom / dom / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• PHEW HOLD ON FOR THIS ONE YALL - hyunjae is the epitome of a hard dom. wants your hands above your head, body against the bed, gonna make you beg. i would literally bet money that this mans is into overstim (giving) like when giving oral he won’t stop until you safeword him. seriously into foreplay and edging (he is SUCH A TEASE) and i could also see him having a sir/master/daddy kink... hyunjae is in control and if you don’t believe it, you better be ready for him to fuck the brat right out of you.

𝑱𝒖𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• i considered putting him as a soft dom bc of his sweet personality, but then i watched the breaking dawn mv and was like hmm, nope. mans is a total dom- no whips, no ropes, but when he’s in the bedroom there’s no playing around. he has no patience for brats and will leave you hanging until you submit; juyeon probably really enjoys receiving oral. also he seems like the kind to have a bit of a strength kink, i.e screwing you up against the wall just to prove he can. long story short juyeon will fuck you four ways into tomorrow... but only if you behave.

𝑲𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• so even though most of tumblr is in agreement that kev is a massive switch / sub leaning,, we’re gonna talk abt when he doms. kevin def is the type to be into bondage- wants to see you all pretty and tied up for him like a little present. also seems like he’d be really into dirty talk, especially degradation... you’re his slut when he’s domming, no questions asked. i could also see him being into edging, but then again he could be into overstim too. mans just looks kinky af; probably hella experimentalist, willing to try anything once. expect absolute filth from him when he’s on top.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒆:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• new may not be the hardest dom to exist, but he’s certainly a good one. i get massive brat tamer energy from him- you wanna talk back? fine, have fun getting yourself off. you wanna play? he’s almost guaranteed to win. he won’t hesitate to show you your place... which, speaking of, is probably bent over his knee. wouldn’t be super into hurting you but would probably love to spank you as a punishment for being bratty; could be down for you calling him a title of some sort. won’t choke you too hard but will definitely leave you breathless. also a pro at aftercare, prepare to be swaddled in cuddles when he’s done with you!!

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / dom / hard dom

• his vibes were lowkey hard to place... i settled with soft dom bc i feel like no matter how heated the moment is, q’s first instinct is to take care of you. yes, he may be very into dirty talk, and sure, he doesn’t mind some light bondage (silk ties anyone?) but the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. i can totally see him having a thing for body worship (giving) so expect to feel beautiful around this boy; also i feel like q is the type to want you to be loud, wants to hear how good you’re feeling. basically wants to please you and make you feel amazing, but don’t forget that he’s in charge or he’ll say some very morally questionable things. will turn into the softest boy ever when it comes to aftercare.

𝑯𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏:

soft dom / dom / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• this might be a bit controversial but,, i get major hard dom feels from hak!!! don’t let his silly side fool you because this is a dom who will push you to your limits every. single. time. probably into rougher, more bdsm-style foreplay; i can picture him wanting you gagged and spread out under him, and pls don’t hurt me for this one i feel like this boy could be a biiiig exhibitionist... teasing you around his members, fingering you at dinner to see if you can keep quiet, even fucking your body right up against a window. but if he does anything that hurts you he’ll instantly back off, i don’t see him wanting to cause you actual harm. def expect kinky sex with haknyeon.

𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒐:

soft dom / dom / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• brats better beware of this man right here. sunwoo will fuck you up so good you won’t remember your name; i can totally see him overstimming when giving oral like ughh, what those pretty lips do baby?? and wanting you to sit on his face. another pro at dirty talk since there’s no way a rapper like him stays silent during sex... also gives off slight exhibitionist vibes but doesn’t actually want people to see you in the act . sunwoo is a nasty little tease who loves to toy with you, edging you while making you think you’re in control when you def are not. ALSO i sense some huge corruption kink energy from him!! wants to mark you up and make you his, to be the only one to fuck you like you deserve. (but try to take control and he won’t hesitate to remind you where you belong.)

𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / dom / hard dom

• tbh i think eric’s a bit too young to be more than a soft dom. while he’s definitely the one controlling the pace and the mood, he probably isn’t experienced enough to know how to command a sub like a true dom. that being said i feel like this boy could be pretty kinky... maybe a bit experimentalist, always curious to find the stuff that makes you both feel the best. could also be into hair pulling (giving) like when his partner is blowing him; however if you pull his hair even a little bit eric will go NUTS over it. i don’t see him wanting to be called anything like “daddy”, but when he’s in bed you both still know who’s in charge. and as long as you’re well-behaved for him, he’ll make sure you’re fucked out at the end of the night.

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Emmaaa❤️❤️ may I request a headcanon where the easy boys fell in love with a shy reader? Maybe with Bull, Tab, Luz, Speirs Babe and Malarkey? Thank you❤️ love you

Aaahhh Fran my dear, what a great way to start off my birthday week tysm for sending one in💓

Bull Randleman:

Bull is super protective of you, always has been.

He got 10 million times more protective when he realises he's head over ass in love with you.

He's always there, always got your back no matter what.

He likes that you're most comfortable when you're with him, makes him feel like he's special.

When he was stuck in that barn in Holland, separated from everyone, thinking about you was the only thing that kept his strength up.

Its then he decides he has to tell you how he feels.

He's pretty direct about it, he doesn't want to beat around the bush with this.

"Look darlin', I ain't gonna mess around here, because to be completely honest I'm head over heels in love with you."

You get all blushy and stuttery and he thinks it's probably the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

He can tell you're flustered, so he grabs your cheeks in his hands and rubs his thumbs over them gently.

"Can I kiss ya darlin'?" He asks softly

You can't even speak you're so surprised, so you nod and he leans in and kisses you slowly, not wanting to rush anything and ruin the perfect moment.

"Hell Bull," you giggle, "I've been hoping you'd say something for ages."

"And why didn't you say anything, huh?" He laughed.

"Because I was too scared you'd turn me down."

"Well," he sighed, kissing your forehead, "I just can't quite believe I ever gave you the impression I'd turn you down. Guess I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you from now on."

Floyd Talbert

Tab is a total flirt

He's all cheesy pickup likes at first and they make you blush like hell but you'll never give him the satisfaction of laughing at them because they're so ridiculous.

But he takes your blushing as encouragement so he keeps going for weeks until eventually he gets a giggle out of you and it makes all his efforts worthwhile because you have the most lovely laugh.

After that you start getting to know each other a little better, and you start to get closer.

He's delighted when you start to open up and share more with him.

It kind of hits him like a slap in the face that shit, he's in love love you.

He's a total softie with you

He's quite subtle about it at first. He does small nice things for you; makes you coffee, gives you half his k ration when supplies are low.

He's surprisingly reluctant to profess his feelings for you. He thinks there's no way you'll see him as anything other than a friend.

Chuck tells him he's an idiot, that you've clearly got feelings for him too and be should just tell you already.

So he does...in the most muddled way possible. It all kinda comes out like word vomit.

"So-I-Just-wanna-tell-you-I-think-you're-wonderful-and-I'm-a-little-bit-in-love-with-you."

You're dumbfounded, and you can't quite comprehend what he's just said.

"Wait," you whisper, "are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah," he laughs, "I've kinda got it really bad for you."

You giggle and blush like hell, and he grins like an idiot because he loves that giggle so much

"How about I take you out for dinner sometime?" He asks cheekily, and his grin widens when you blush harder and agree to go.

He saunters over to you and plants a quick kiss on your lips, before putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you off, pointedly ignoring Chucks wolf whistles when the two of you walk past him.

George Luz

George is the biggest flirt around, and he makes no secret in the fact he likes you.

He goes out of his way to compliment you; tells you that you make Rita Hayworth look plain, that you make sunshine look dull.

The more he makes you blush, the harder he tries. He knows he can crack your shy shell and find the gem underneath.

He's a big fan of cheesy movie quotes, which you adamantly refuse to indulge him with, but he keeps trying nonetheless.

He's tried them all, so he decides this time to pull out all the stops and be as direct about his feelings as possible.

"See that's what's wrong with you," he starts smoothly, "you should be kissed, and often. And by someone who knows how."

He pauses for a second to judge your reaction, and when he sees you smiling he sweeps you into a dramatic dip and kisses you passionately, Clarke Gable style.

He quite literally swept you off your feet, and he knows it too.

Once he knows he's successfully gotten your attention for real, he softens. He dials down the flamboyant flirting and instead he just talks to you and gets to know you for real.

He loves to cuddle you in close and have whispered conversations for hours.

He's very affectionate too, always has to be holding your hand or have his arm around you.

He brings you out of your shell, his enthusiasm and fun nature is so infectious you can't help but be swept up by it and join in on the fun.

Ronald Speirs

Ron is incredibly different when he's with you, much to everyone's surprise.

He laughs with you, like....a lot.

At first you were very cautious with him. You'd heard the stories and weren't too sure what to make of him.

But when you get to know him you realise that he is totally different to what everyone said.

You found that he is really easy to talk to, and he has a wicked sense of humour.

He liked that you were a bit more quiet than others, it made you much easier for him to talk to.

He tells the most brilliant stories, and the two of you usually end up talking for hours about all sorts; history, movies, music, anything and everything.

Its obvious to everyone but you that he has feelings for you.

He thinks you must surely know, that it was completely obvious he'd fallen in love with you. I mean he spends all his free time with you, and he never talks to anyone else the way he does with you.

Lipton eventually realises that no, you don't actually have a clue how Speirs feels about you, so he tells him that you're oblivious.

Naturally Speirs is all action and matter of fact, so he decides to just tell you how he feels and see what happens.

He's kinda nervous despite outward appearances, but he'd never admit it to himself or anyone else.

So he literally just comes out and says it one day; no frills, no fuss.

You're disarmed by his straightforwardness. You'd hoped that he might return your feelings but you'd thought there was no way.

You've never seen him smile brighter than when you told him you returned his feelings.

He wasted no time after that; he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to a passionate kiss, his other hand cupping your jaw.

Everyone was delighted you'd mellowed out ole Sparky a little, but of course nobody was brave enough to say it out loud in case he found out.

Babe Heffron

Babe....is a bit of a mess around you.

He tries to act all cool and smooth, but he's really a total disaster because he's so distracted staring at you.

When you first start getting to know each other he does most of the talking. He's nervous as hell around you so his mouth just keeps going.

Lucky for him though you find it endearing, and it helps you feel more comfortable with him so you start to open up too.

After that he prefers to listen instead of talk, because he's fascinated by everything you tell him.

You're two peas in a pod, and everyone thinks you're a miracle worker because you've managed to get Babe to stop talking for 5 minutes.

Its clear to everyone that the guy is totally in love with you, they're just waiting for him to do something about it.

So of course Bill is the one to tell him to get his act together.

"Get your goddamn head out of your ass Babe and stop acting like a lovesick puppy. Go tell her you love her and get the goddamn girl."

It takes him awhile, and he really has to gear himself up to do it. He's attempted to say it so many times but he keeps chickening out.

One night you two are hanging out just the two of you and he manages to get it out.

He stutters like hell, but you think it's seriously adorable, and you're grinning like an idiot by the time he's finished.

"Well, don't leave me hanging," he says nervously, "do you feel the same or...?"

You say nothing, instead leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly.

You're both blushing like two cherry tomatoes, but you're smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

Then you're even more inseparable. Bill thinks you're joined at the hip or something.

You're really cute together though, always holding hands or cuddled up.

What you don't see is that Babe rarely takes his eyes off of you, and he still looks like a lovesick puppy but honestly he couldn't care less.

Don Malarkey

Don tries to act all cool when the boys are around, but when he's alone with you he's much quieter.

It's those quiet moments alone together that you enjoy the most.

He's a great listener, and he has a gentle way of pushing you to open up and be yourself with him.

You guys grow close pretty quickly, and start spending more and more time together.

He finds himself getting lost in conversations with you, and getting distracted staring at you.

He realises one day when you're telling a funny story about your childhood and he hears your wonderful laugh that he's totally in love with you.

He doesn't say anything for awhile, thinking it all over. He contemplates if he should even tell you or not because there's a chance you'll laugh I'm his face and tell him no way in hell.

Eventually he decides to screw it and just tell you. But he's not gonna just come out and say it, he's gotta do some kinda gesture. But nothing too overly dramatic because you wouldn't like that.

So he turns up to meet you with a bunch of flowers he picked himself, and he's been trying to fix his hair for the last goddamn half hour.

He's got a speech prepared and everything, but he's pretty sure he's forgotten half of it.

"Look I...I don't know if you feel the same or anything but...I just want you to know that I am head over heels in love with you. And I don't expect you to return the feelings or anything but I'm hoping you'll give me a chance."

You could tell he was nervous about the whole thing, and it was quite possibly the most endearing thing you'd ever seen in your life.

You took the flowers from him and placed them on a side table quickly before jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.

"Woah," he chuckles, "I'm taking this as a good sign then."

You pulled back your head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes happily, nodding your agreement.

He eyes crinkled when he smiles and he leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.

Its clear to everyone how perfect you are for each other; you calm his wilder side and he brings out your more outgoing side.

Well there you have it! Hope you all like it and ilysm Fran thanks so much for such a fun request to kick off the birthday week fun💕

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