#jokes aside this is actually extremely nice

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holland is proud i am gay :,)

[vampzity]

pretty tears | BC

★ DAY THREE : DACRYPHILIA WITH BANGCHAN ★

pairing: husband! bangchan x f! reader

did you really think it was a good idea to bug your lovely boyfriend at a sophisticated dinner of all places? to think that you’d actually get away with it just because he can’t react then and there? you’d be extremely mistaken. he’ll show you exactly what whining and teasing gets you— in fact, he’ll have you whining at his mercy.

[warnings]: MDNI 18+!!, literally no plot, dacryphilia, dom bangchan x brat reader, slight spanking, rough unprotected sex, cursing, pet names (slut, whore, baby, babygirl), hair pulling, some fluff at the end, chan is a whole different person in bed

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“I’m sure Bangchan buys you all the finest jewelry, isn’t that right?”

You raised your eyebrows smugly, glancing at Bangchan’s “you better not” look. You smiled at him, taking a sip from your glass.

“Well it has been a little long since I’ve received any jewelry.. you would know, right Channie?”

You bat your lashes at him, watching as his face turned red from embarrassment. Some of the guest at the table snickered, others staying silent at your response. You didn’t mean anything rude from it, in fact you knew the reason why you haven’t received anything from Bangchan in some time. You didn’t care for the jewelry or expensive gifts, as his love was enough to hold you over, but boy did you love to play with him like a toy.

Only because you knew what it would get you later on.

“Baby, you know why I haven’t..” he turned to look at you, holding your hand under the table and giving it a gentle squeeze.

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip from your glass. Chan gave a hesitant smile to the group, soon moving his hand to your thigh and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Why it shouldn’t be hard to provide for your lady. You make more than enough to sustain the both of you.”

You looked up at Chan’s right hand man in the business world, crossing your arms and nodding. Bangchan gritted his teeth, his nails digging into your thigh as you struggled to now hold back a yelp of pain.

“I say, treat her to something lovely, something containing 18 carat gold, with a pretty rock in the middle.” The younger looked at the woman next to him, admiring her beauty.

“As I always say, nothing but the best for my wife.”

Bangchan stood up from the dinner table, grabbing your coat and pulling you out of the chair. You furrowed your eyebrows at his sudden change in character, getting up from your seat.

“Well it has certainly been a nice evening with you all.” He helped you put on your jacket. “I’ll see you Monday, yeah?”

He waved goodbye to everyone, dragging you out of the house silently. He opened the car door for you, still nothing but silence between the two of you. You both sat in the car for a moment, allowing the quiet of night to engulf you two before you spoke.

“Did I upset you Channie? You know I was only joking, right?”

You ran your fingers across his cheek, making him turn away from you as he started the car. He refused eye contact with you, driving away from the house without saying another word to you.

“And I’m sure you know by now that this bratty behavior doesn’t reward.”

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You both walked into your shared bedroom, Chan taking off his blazer and setting it aside in on the desk. He was still silent as ever even after what felt like the longest car ride of your life.

You kicked off your heels and placed them in the closet, turning around to be met with Chan right in front of you. You met his eyes as they were filled with both lust and rage. Bangchan was always good with hiding his emotions around others, especially when you were the cause of them, but being alone with you was a different story.

“Bed. Now.”

Your breath hitched for a moment, feeling a cool chill run up your back. His face was stern and cold, but it wasn’t unfamiliar to you. Bangchan never appreciated your brattiness, especially not in front of others, but boy did he love to put you in your place for it. You were sure that he knew you enjoyed it as well.

“Or what, I’m not scared of you Channie.” you crossed your arms, smugging as he furrowed his eyebrows.

He grabbed you by the waist, pushing you toward the bed and bending you over. His hands slipped beneath your skirt, attempting to rip your panties off only to find that you had a thong on. Bangchan sighed, pulling your skirt up just enough to show your bare ass to him.

“You fucking slut.” he gritted his teeth, smacking his hand against your ass. You yelped out in pleasure, hands gripped at the bedsheets as he fondled with your ass.

“Wearing this little thing for me? You must want me to mess up this pretty pussy of yours, yeah?”

Another rough smack rippled through the room, leaving a tingling sensation against your skin. He grabbed your hair, pulling you up to meet his level. He smirked at your painful expression, his other hand rubbing your reddened skin.

“Not so bratty now, huh? What happened to that necklace you wanted so badly?”

You attempted to turn your head away, only for Chan’s grip to tighten. You hissed in response, your cunt already leaking in arousal from how rough he was with you.

“Maybe if you’re good for me, I’ll think about getting you one.” he looked at your bare ass, tilting his head.

“What did he say? 18 carat? With a pretty rock?”

He let go of your hair, undoing the buckle to his pants and pulling them down with ease. He pressed his bulge against your ass, groaning softly as his hands squeezed your skin. You moaned quietly as he pressed himself against your clothed folds.

He pulled your thong off, letting it drop to your ankles and soon pulling out his cock. He rubbing his tip against your folds, throwing his head back at how wet you were.

“Since you wanna be a brat,” he shoved his dick into you without warning, watching as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Why don’t we get you begging over that necklace, hm?”

He pulled your hands behind your back, holding them down as he rammed into your aching cunt. Your whimpers filled the room, unable to get a break as he grazed your sweet spot over and over. Your face dug into the bed, letting out countless cries of pleasure as Chan manhandled you.

“Channie, fuck!”

His nails dug into your waist as he held you tightly, slamming into you with no remorse. He left go of your hands and grabbed onto your hair once again, pulling you back against him. You winced in pain as Chan came down to your level, kissing your temple softly as he continued to fuck you.

“You like that, baby? Huh?”

A loud smack rippled against the walls, your asscheek tingling once again. You yelped in pleasure, nodding your head as tears began to spill down your cheeks. You moaned aloud, not even caring to wipe the tears that ran down your face.

“Aw look at you, not so bratty anymore hm?”

He kissed your tears, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. You met his lustful eyes, a good kind of fear instilling within you as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He rubbed the head of his dick softly against your folds, groaning as his tip leaked. He leaned forward, kissing you gently before pushing himself back into you without warning.

“Gonna fill you so good..” his thrusts grew hastily with every push. “You’re so pretty when you cry baby.”

He leaned over your body as he fucked you roughly. His eyes piercing into you like a knife while he watched your helpless tears escape you. A smug smile painted his face as he held your arms above your head.

“Whose pussy is this, hm?” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me when I talk to you, yeah? You know how I feel about you disrespecting me.”

He threw his head back and groaned as his tip grazed your sweet spot. You could barely take him in, let alone when he fucked you this roughly. All because you wanted to embarrass him in front of guests.

“Yours, it’s yours!

Chan smiled at you, his thumb coming down to rub against your clit softly. You let out a deep moan, back arching as he never stopped his harsh movements inside of you. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as your climax reached an all time high, suddenly rushing over your body and spilling all over his cock.

“Fuck, baby.” he threw his head back, holding your legs up as he pounded into you.

Tears continued to escape you as you begging him to slow down, but unfortunately for you he was too close to stop now. His thrusts got faster, harder as he felt his own high approaching, desperate to release into you. His hands dug into your thighs as you whimpered, small marks being left on your skin as a reminder of the behavior that earned you this type of treatment.

“Gonna, gonna cum.”

He leaned closer to your body, his head burrowed in your neck as his final thrusts were aggressive. A loud groan left his mouth as he released himself into you, pumping his dick into you a few more times to make sure you were stuffed. He kissed your neck gently, wiping the stained tears from your cheeks as his body came down from his high.

He gently pulled out of you, kissing your stomach softly as he pulled your skirt back down. He fixed himself up and sat next to your limp body, his hand rubbing your thigh.

“You learn your lesson, baby?” you looked up at him with doe eyes, nodding quietly as the last of your sniffles came. Chan smiled at you, ruffling your hair and getting up.

“Good. Want me to start a warm bath for you?”

You met his kindhearted eyes, the ones you adored just as much as his piercing ones. You smiled and nodded, playing with the hem of your skirt. Chan took you by the hand, guiding you to the bathroom and helped you undress as the water ran. Once you sat in the tub, he offered to wash you up, also bringing you some company while you relaxed.

“Thank you Channie.”

He kissed your forehead softly as he grabbed a warm towel for you, laying it on his lap as you laid in the water.

“Anything for my babygirl.”

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a/n: OUU railway still has the craziest chokehold on me to this day man… neways 🌝

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[kuroananosanji]

One aspect of ZoSan that Westerners may not get the full nuance of is the concept of “うちの”, literally “of our/my household”. There’s a reason why the EA fandom (mainly Chinese from my POV) disproportionally ship ZS over other ships, to the point where even dudebros hop the joke.

So there’s this Chinese saying that means “be strict to yourself but lenient towards others” which is seen as model behaviour for respected individuals. I don’t know if there’s an equivalent idiom in Japanese but both Koreans and Japanese hold similar attitudes towards treatment of self vs treatment of others in society. Here’s the fun part: thanks to collectivist culture, one’s “self” extends to your immediate family too. Since you’re seen in conjunction with your family, if you’re head of the house and your “inferiors” misbehave in public, it reflects badly on you as a person. That’s why strict parenting is more normalised in EA culture, because controlling how your kids behave is more or less the same as controlling how you yourself behave. This is also related to how tough love is a more common form of affection in EA families, there’s a sentiment of “being able to be mean to you means we’re close, being too nice means I see you as a stranger.”

You might now see how this relates to the Strawhats in general (see: Nami beating up members for acting out of line). Sanji is a funny one coz he was sort of a maternal figure secondary to Nami early on in the series. Women aside, there’s a difference in how he treats men on his crew and “outsiders” (e.g. Ace). He’s actually not rude towards men, it’s just that we predominantly see his interactions with the crew! Since his crew is his family, he can be strict with them like how he’s strict with himself.

How does this relate to ZS in particular? Well, it’s because Zoro is closest to him on the self—others sphere. Luffy is his captain so despite the usual bickering he has to obey him to some degree. Usopp and Chopper are younger and weaker, so Sanji has a responsibility to take care of them and show generosity as an “elder”. Franky, Brook and Jinbe are way older than him so there has to be some degree of respect when interacting with them. Nami and Robin are Women. This only leaves Zoro, who is his equal in both age, power and hierarchical position on the crew. Essentially, Sanji has every right to hold Zoro to the exact same standard as he would himself. And given that Sanji is extremely harsh to himself, he’s harsh to Zoro too.

This is why there was virtually no discourse over the “Sanji calls Zoro a liability” moment in the EA fandom. The unspoken context was that Sanji was apologising to Jinbe for Zoro, who wasn’t performing his best. And since Jinbe is relatively new to the crew and also much older than Sanji, it feels like a mother/wife apologising for her son/husband?? It’s giving “I’m sorry my Zoro embarrassed us”?? It’s giving “Zoro is my responsibility”?? On the flip side Zoro absolutely does this to Sanji too. I can’t name a specific anime moment but in one of the mobile game collabs he said something like “sorry our cook caused trouble for you”. The specific wording was うちのコック. (They both think they’re managing the other lmao I hate them)

Tldr: Zoro and Sanji see themselves as one household unit 😭 hence the bickering and bluntness and lack of pretences in general.

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Customer Service | His Angel

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Pairing: College!Yn x CrimeBossl!Harry

WC: 2.1k

Summary: As a dare, Harry works a normal job for a day

His Angel Masterlist

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The morning sun filters through the windows of Book & Bean, the cozy café/bookshop where you've worked part-time throughout college. It's your sanctuary, a place of normalcy far removed from Harry's world of luxury penthouses and tense business meetings that end with people disappearing.

The dare had started as a joke during one of Harry's condescending rants about "civilian jobs" after you complained about a difficult customer. Your challenge, "I bet you couldn't last one day in my shoes", had been met with that dangerous smile that meant he'd accepted.

One extremely uncomfortable conversation with your manager later (during which you'd explained that your boyfriend was "interested in retail experience" and conveniently left out his actual occupation)

The bell above the door chimes at precisely 9:00 AM and every muscle in your body tenses in anticipation. Harry enters with the same commanding presence he brings to everything. Confident, borderline arrogant, surveying the space as if assessing territory rather than entering a workplace.

A smile curves his lips when he spots you with the genuine, warm expression reserved solely for you that still makes your heart skip after all this time. He crosses to where you stand behind the counter, leaning in to press a brief kiss to your lips.

"Morning, angel," he murmurs against your mouth before pulling away. "Ready to show me how the other half lives?"

The amusement dancing in his eyes tells you he's approaching this as entertainment rather than a serious challenge. A fact that does little to ease your growing apprehension. The truth is, you have absolutely no idea how Harry will handle taking orders rather than giving them, following someone else's rules rather than making his own. The only certainty is that it won't be boring.

"Harry, this is my manager, Ellie," you introduce quickly. "Ellie, this is Harry."

Ellie extends a slightly trembling hand, clearly intimidated despite Harry's relatively casual appearance. "Nice to meet you! Y/N’s told us...well, actually, very little about you."

Harry's smile doesn't reach his eyes as he shakes her hand briefly. "Has she now? Interesting."

"So, Harry, Y/N will show you the basics at the register first," she says, her usual authoritative tone notably subdued. "Just follow her lead."

Harry nods once, accepting the green apron Ellie holds out to him with obvious reluctance.

"I don't wear aprons," he states flatly, the garment dangling from his fingertips as if it's personally offensive.

Ellie blinks rapidly. "Oh, um, it's actually store policy for all employees to—"

The look Harry gives her makes the words die in her throat.

"Harry," you say, interrupting them. "Please"

.That 'please' and the little look in your eyes is exactly the reason you are now watching Harry Styles adjust the apron over his crisp white shirt, looking like he's preparing for battle rather than a shift serving coffee.

"The green apron clashes with your murderous aura," you tease quietly as you tie yours on.

He gives you a flat look. "I own businesses worth more than this entire block."

"And yet you've never made a latte," you counter with a smile. "Remember the deal, you have to actually try, and you have to follow the rules."

Harry's jaw tightens, but he nods once. "One shift. Then we never speak of this again."

The morning rush begins, and for the first hour, things go surprisingly well. Harry observes your interactions with customers, his expression neutral as he memorizes the point-of-sale system with unsettling speed. When you step aside to let him handle his first customer, you hold your breath.

"Welcome to Book & Bean," he says, his voice lacking the warmth you typically use but professionally neutral. "What can I get you?"

The middle-aged woman hesitates, studying the menu board. "Hmm, I'm not sure...what do you recommend?"

A flash of irritation crosses Harry's face. "Coffee."

The woman blinks. "Well, yes, but what kind, "

"The kind you want," Harry interrupts. "There are fifteen options on the board. Pick one."

You jump in quickly. "Our caramel macchiato is popular! Or the house blend is excellent."

The customer orders hastily, clearly unsettled by Harry's intensity, and you give him a warning look as you prepare her drink.

The next customer approaches cautiously, a businessman who takes an incoming call while standing at the register.

"One second," he mouths to Harry, holding up a finger while continuing his conversation.

Harry waits exactly five seconds before speaking. "Either order or move."

The man looks up, startled. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Harry says, his voice dropping to that quiet register that makes your stomach tighten with recognition. "Order. Or move."

The businessman ends his call immediately.

By mid-morning, a pattern emerges. Harry is surprisingly efficient, memorizing orders, handling money with practiced ease, and maintaining the precise, methodical movements of someone accustomed to control. But his customer service is...problematic.

When a college student complains that his americano isn't strong enough, Harry simply stares at him, unblinking, until the young man mumbles that it's "actually fine" and retreats to the farthest table.

A woman who changes her order three times finds herself on the receiving end of a smile that never reaches Harry's eyes as he says, "Are you certain? Because this is the last time you'll be able to change your mind."

Ellie approaches you as you're restocking cups. "Is your boyfriend always so...intense?"

"He's just taking it seriously," you offer weakly. "He's very...detail-oriented."

She glances over at Harry, who is precisely arranging pastries in the display case with the focus of someone disarming a bomb. "He's scaring the regulars."

The real trouble begins during your lunch rush. You're handling the espresso machine while Harry works the register, maintaining an uneasy efficiency, when Jake, a persistent grad student who's been asking you out despite your polite refusals, approaches the counter.

"Hey, Y/N," he calls over Harry's shoulder. "Looking good today. When are you finally going to let me take you to dinner?"

Before you can respond with your usual deflection, you sense the shift in Harry's posture, the subtle straightening that happens just before situations in his world turn dangerous.

"What can I get you?" Harry asks, his voice so deliberately controlled it raises alarm bells in your mind.

Jake finally focuses on Harry, taking in his cold expression with obvious confusion. "Uh, just a large cold brew. So anyway, Y/N, "

"$4.75," Harry interrupts.

Jake hands over a ten-dollar bill. "Keep the change if you give me five minutes to talk to your coworker here."

The temperature in the room seems to drop several degrees as Harry pockets the ten without breaking eye contact.

"Your drink will be ready shortly," he says, making no move to provide change. "And she's not available for conversation."

Jake's confusion turns to indignation. "Dude, that's my change. And I'm talking to Y/N, not you."

Harry leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur that somehow carries to where you're standing. "Consider it a fee for wasting her time. She's not interested. She has a boyfriend."

"What kind of customer service is this?" Jake demands, looking around for support. "Where's the manager?"

Ellie emerges from the back room, sensing trouble. "Is there a problem here?"

"Yeah, your new guy stole my change and is being a complete, "

Harry cuts him off with a smile that makes you wince. "I was just explaining our new policy regarding harassment of staff."

Jake sputters, looking between Harry and Ellie. "I wasn't, "

"You've been told no six times in the past month," Harry states with terrifying precision. "Your drink is ready. I suggest you take it and leave."

The way he says "suggest" makes it clear it's not a suggestion at all.

Jake grabs his cold brew and exits quickly, the bell above the door jingling cheerfully in contrast to the tense atmosphere he leaves behind.

Ellie turns to Harry with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Harry, while I appreciate you looking out for staff, we have protocols for handling difficult customers. You can't just keep someone's change."

Harry's expression remains neutral, but you recognize the dangerous glint in his eyes. "Your 'protocols' haven't stopped him from bothering her weekly. My way worked."

"That's not the point," Ellie insists, finding her managerial voice. "As long as you're working here, you need to follow our procedures. I need you to–"

She falters as Harry turns his full attention to her, his gaze assessing in a way that makes her instinctively step back.

"Need me to what?" he asks softly.

You intervene quickly. "Harry, can you help me with something in the stockroom? Right now?"

In the privacy of the small stockroom, you confront him. "You can't intimidate my boss! Or steal from customers!"

Harry leans against a shelf, entirely unrepentant. "That wasn't stealing. It was a transaction. He paid for a lesson in respecting boundaries."

"This isn't your world," you remind him, keeping your voice low. "You can't run a coffee shop like you run your... business."

"Clearly," he agrees dryly. "Your operation is inefficient. Your manager lacks authority. And you've allowed that customer to harass you for weeks."

You sigh, recognizing the futility of explaining normal workplace dynamics to a man who handles disagreements with methods that don't bear thinking about.

"Just... try to finish the shift without traumatizing anyone else? Please? For me?"

His expression softens marginally at your plea, and he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face in a gesture that's surprisingly tender given the conversation.

"For you," he concedes.

The afternoon brings new challenges. When assigned to shelve books in the literary section, Harry reorganizes the entire display by what he deems "actual quality" rather than alphabetically. A teenager who knocks over a stack of books receives such a withering look that he frantically begins reshelving the entire fiction section.

Remarkably, despite, or perhaps because of, Harry's intimidating presence, the café runs with unprecedented efficiency. Customers order quickly, without dithering. Tables are vacated promptly after use. Even the usual gaggle of students who buy one coffee and occupy tables for hours pack up and leave after Harry casually stands near their table, silently watching them for an uncomfortable minute.

By closing time, the café is spotless, the inventory is meticulously organized, and Ellie approaches you both with an expression of conflicted admiration.

"I've never seen the closing duties completed so efficiently," she admits. "And sales were actually up today. Fewer lingerers meant more turnover."

Harry merely nods, as if this outcome was inevitable.

"However," she continues, her professional tone returning, "I think perhaps this isn't the right...fit."

"You're firing him after one day?" you ask, trying not to sound relieved.

"Not firing," Ellie clarifies hastily, glancing nervously at Harry. "Just...suggesting that his talents might be better utilized elsewhere."

Harry removes his apron with precise movements. "Agreed."

As you collect your things to leave, Ellie pulls you aside. "Y/N, your boyfriend is...intense. Is everything okay with you two?"

The concern in her eyes is genuine, and you realize how Harry must appear to normal people, controlling, intimidating, potentially dangerous.

"Everything's fine," you assure her with a smile. "He's just very protective. And not used to...customer service."

Ellie nods, though she doesn't look entirely convinced. "Well, just so you know, you're expressly forbidden from bringing him in again. Even as a customer, I'm not sure..."

You laugh, the sound slightly strained. "Trust me, he won't be volunteering again."

Outside, Harry holds the car door open for you, his expression unreadable in the fading light.

"So," you say as he slides into the driver's seat, "what did you learn from your day as a normal person?"

Harry starts the engine, the luxury car purring to life. "That 'normal' is inefficient. Your manager should have banned that Jake person months ago. Your pricing is too low. And people waste an inordinate amount of time deciding between essentially identical coffee drinks."

You can't help but laugh. "That's your takeaway? Not 'I should be nicer to people' or 'retail is hard work'?"

He glances at you, a rare genuine smile softening his features. "I also learned that watching you work, being kind to people who don't deserve it, remembering orders, making everyone feel welcome, is somewhat impressive."

The admission, small as it is, warms you unexpectedly.

"However," he continues, his hand finding yours across the console, "if that Jake approaches you again, I'll be handling it my way, not Book & Bean's way."

The threat should alarm you, but after months with Harry, you've learned to distinguish between his casual intimidation and genuine intent. This, fortunately, sounds like the former.

"No need," you assure him. "I think your 'customer service' scared him off permanently."

As Harry drives you home, you can't help but reflect on the strange day, how the man beside you, who commands an empire built on fear and power, had momentarily stepped into your world and, predictably, refused to adapt to it. Instead, he'd bent it to his will, just as he does everything else.

The thought should probably concern you more than it does.

"So," you say lightly, "I'm thinking next we should try you at a daycare center."

The look he gives you could freeze fire, but you catch the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

"Push your luck, angel," he warns softly, "and I'll have you working in my world for a day. See how you handle that."

The challenge hangs between you, half-serious, wholly dangerous, and entirely tempting.

But that's a dare for another day.

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A/N: A little short, I know, but I wanted to get something out today. I hope you enjoyed it!

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[boyfiejay]

Enhypen : when their S/O has a wardrobe malfunction

☆ Heeseung

He met you a little before your performance, and he definitely did not trust the extra fabric of your skirt. But your stylist reassured him saying that it wasn't long enough for you to trip on it. She definitely jinxed it. When you almost fell down face first that too on the chorus part, Heeseung really couldn't stop his reaction. Everyone and their mothers could tell that he was worried and him disappearing right after the performance told a huge story. The media and fans had a field day with you both.

Would 100% pull you in a hug knowing how sad you must be. Let's you cry on his shoulder, keeps praising you for being so professional, would crack some lame jokes here and there to make you laugh. He peppers your face in kisses. His eyes are shooting daggers at the stylist.

☆ Jay

Would immediately notice something is wrong, even before you. You had worn a tie strap top, and your stylist had thought that it would be a nice idea to let you wear that top without anything underneath it. So it was no wonder that the tie would come lose at some point. He's a relatively calm person but seeing you finally notice the tie coming lose made him want to rip his hair out and run up to the stage to cover you. Thankfully there was a part where you had to step away for the main dancers part, at that moment the leader of your group tied the straps of your top. But Jay could tell you were hyperventilating, thinking that you had ruined the performance.

He would just pull you in a hug and stoke your hair whispering sweet nothings in your ear, it physically hurts him to see you cry but he doesn't stop you. He's honestly just so understanding, but still reassures you. Gives you forehead kisses >_<

☆ Jake

Honestly you both realize it at the same time. It was particularly windy when your group started performing. And you were already stressed because of your lightweight skirt. We all know where this is going, so just when you were stepping away after your part ended the wind made your skirt ride all the way up. Thankfully you were wearing safety shorts and the camera was focused on someone else. But it was still a very traumatizing situation. It genuinely slipped his mind to control his reaction and then he was plastered all over internet along with your performance video. Your fancam was deleted later, and the unfortunate part wasn't in focus in the main performance video.

Immediately attacking you with kisses, pulled you in a bone crushing hug. Honestly he was way more worried and stressed than you were, so I'd say he's the one who needs your reassurance.

☆ Sunghoon

He doesn't realize it until you are holding your pants together. There was a part in the song where you had to kneel down, and your overly tight pants ripped along the side. It was a relatively small rip at first but when you had to do that part again in the second verse, the pants ripped almost all the way. It was extremely noticeable but you still performed as if nothing happened. Actually the only one who controlled his reactions and had some sense. He knows you aren't panicking so he isn't either. A small part of him is actually very mad at the stylist, he remembers you asking them for a different pant but they refused.

He doesn't visit you right away knowing your group would be huddled around you. But when he does visit he pulls you aside and let's you cry on his shoulder. As the oldest of your group you hate to cry infront of others and sunghoon knows that. Wipes your tears and kisses your cheeks.

☆ Sunoo

He is too lost staring at your face to notice what happened. You were wearing a strapless dress and it was a little big on you, there was nothing that was holding your dress together. Yet you performed flawless as ever, until the part where you had to lift you hands up and do a little jump. The whole dress shifted lower and if it wasn't for the palm of your hand you would've definitely flashed the audience your safety bra. Sunoo had the most unfiltered expression ever. Like his hand covering his dropped jaw, dramatically standing and all (thankfully Niki held him down but everyone still saw him almost stand up).

He is asking you questions non stop the moment you meet his eye, he's just worried but all the attention was just making you feel more embarrassed. Pulls you in a hug and rubs your back. Although dramatic he is the sweetest and constantly reassures you.

☆ Jungwon

It was too noticeable to not notice. There was a small zip on the front of your top, and technically speaking it should've been sewn shut just so it doesn't come undone. But that's exactly what happened, the choreo was a bit hard and in all that moving the zipper came undone. You didn't notice it until you feel air on your chest, your cleavage showing a little too much. But you immediately zipped it as soon as you noticed it. Jungwon paled the moment he saw you on screen. As someone who doesn't like showing skin this was a nightmare for you.

You were pulled in a hug as soon as you stepped down from the stage. Jungwon rocked you back and forth noticing you let out some sniffles. Tries to comfort the best he can (he's doing a great job honestly).

☆ Niki

He notices you not keeping up first and then realizes what is going on. You were wearing a bracelet, sometime in the performance it got stuck on the fabric of your skirt. You tried to undo it, but after it wouldn't budge you decided to just rip it but you weren't expecting the fabric of your skirt to rip that much. Honestly the ripped cloth wasn't that noticeable because your skirt was frilled, but it still messed your performance. He tries his best to not give any reaction but he's very proud of you for handling it so professionally. He knows that something so small wouldn't make you upset.

Despite that he visits you to make sure you were ok, just to see you laughing and making jokes with your members about the mishap. He let's it slip that he was worried despite knowing you would tease him for it.

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲

✩‧₊ How would they react to being trolled by you showing up with a fake hickey on your neck?

✩‧₊ H e a d c a n o n s !

✩‧₊ 𝑭𝒕. Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Kazutora would quickly notice the mark on your neck and it would actually make him extremely uncomfortable and overcome with jealousy.

"Are you cheating on me or did I do this to you? If I did, I don't remember." He would question, waiting for a nice excuse from you, even if you explained that it was just makeup, Kazutora would take a while to believe it.

"Makeup? I'm going to pretend to believ- Uh? It's really makeup, damn." Kazutora would approach you and as soon as he saw that it was just makeup as you had already said, he would be relieved and would already imagine a way to get revenge with another trick.

"Do you think stringing me along is funny? Wait until I get revenge on you." He would say laughing.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

"Whatever you did, it must have been good for you to have that hickey on your neck." Baji would say in a serious tone, just looking at you with a mocking expression, it is practically impossible to troll him since he is the one who usually does the trolling, so Baji soon realized that it was nothing more than makeup, so the brunette was just started laughing in your face.

"Do you think you're fooling me? You don't know me? You underestimated me too much, it will come back when you least expect it." Still mocking you and the situation, Baji spoke while remaining with a smile on his face.

"You know what? Just for your audacity, I'm going to make one of these for real!" Looking you up and down, he said."Only it won't be on the neck, no." Finishing his speech, Baji went and showed you that his words were not in vain.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

It would take Manjiro a long time to notice the mark on your neck, so you had to purposely show it to him to see if he could repair it.

"What the fuck happened there?" He would say, looking at you with a doubtful expression as soon as you put your hair aside and ended up leaving the fake mark completely visible.

"Was it me who did this? What a mess." Manjiro would speak approaching you. "Wait, it wasn't me, what's this about, Y/n?" Completing his speech, he would say completely disbelieved, waiting for a viable excuse, he would be somewhat impatient until you explained that it was nothing more than makeup and that it was just trolling.

"So that's how it is? You can prepare yourself and there will be a comeback." After understanding that he had fallen for your joke, he would definitely plan a way to troll you as revenge.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"What's that about your neck? Did you get a hickey or a spank?" Izana would curiously approach your neck seeing that mark, he would look at it and observe you with a disapproving look right after, despite that, he would soon realize that it was nothing more than makeup, however, Izana preferred to pretend that it fell on his face. trolling.

"I didn't expect this from you, how could you leave me for someone else? What did I do wrong... I didn't deserve this..." Shaking his head and behaving dramatically, Izana would try to deceive you while you betrayed the fact of that just be trolling.

"Ah, you think you're fooling me? Silly! I know it's makeup, I'm the one who ended up trolling you." Izana said mocking you.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Kakucho always ends up taking trolls very seriously, no matter how hard he tries not to fall for them, he almost always does but in the end he prefers to pretend that he was just playing along.

As soon as he saw that mark on his neck, Kakucho remained still just looking at you suspiciously, measuring your neck carefully while thinking of something to say.

"Okay, what happened here?" He would ask you in disbelief, waiting for a convincing answer, but before you even said it was a troll, Kakucho would realize that the brand was fake and would breathe a sigh of relief.

"You almost managed to make me believe, next time do better makeup." Kakucho would say, laughing secretly, hiding all the jealousy he had felt before realizing he was being trolled.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"You don't even make a point of hiding that territory marking around your neck?" Rindou would say in a tone of mockery and seriousness at the same time, not being able to hide how irritated he was to see you with a mark that wasn't made by him.

"I don't remember doing that, who did it? Do you prefer him over me?" Jealous, he would question, waiting for a viable answer from you, but, as soon as he paid a little more attention to your neck, he would realize that it was nothing more than makeup, so, to end up turning the tables, he would try to troll you. pretending he wouldn't talk to you anymore. "I never want to look at your face again, Y/n! Go away!" He would say seriously, but when he realized you were taking him seriously, he would start laughing.

"I'm just kidding, silly, Do you think I wouldn't get revenge for trying to troll me? That was funny." Rindou would say, hugging you, still laughing in your face.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Trolling Ran is a complicated mission since he is always very attentive, so you made the fake mark as realistic as possible so that he could notice it quickly.

"Come on, what the fuck is that on your neck? As far as I remember, I didn't do that, no way." Ran would say the exact moment you caught a glimpse of your "marked" neck, he would look at you with disgust for a moment and come closer to you to analyze that mark closely.

"Good try." Laughing, he would say as he passed his hand around his neck and ruined his makeup, thus also ruining his trolling since he didn't even have time to fall for that lie.

"Just out of anger I'm going to do a real one now, do you think you can troll me like that? You know I don't know how to joke." Mocking the failure in your trolling, he would say before actually marking your neck to serve as a lesson to be learned, despite this, he would certainly already be thinking of a way in his mind to troll you as well to get revenge.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Sanzu would quickly notice the mark on your neck, he would observe the mark closely trying to remember if he had done something like that, when he came to the conclusion that it was not his doing, Haruchiyo would talk about the matter immediately.

"I don't remember making that mark on your neck, what the fuck is that?" He would say irritated, waiting for you to give a convincing explanation, as soon as you said it was just trolling, Sanzu still wouldn't trust your words.

"Trolling? If you have someone else just tell me, I don't want to hear from you anymor- wait, is there glitter on your neck? Is that shit really makeup?" As soon as he saw that it was just makeup and even more just a somewhat shimmery purple eyeshadow, Sanzu would laugh at himself for falling for that trick and being overcome by jealousy, even so, he would soon frown and spend a few hours without talk to you, but then he would come back as if nothing had happened.

[justabrick]

It perplexes me that all the other Winds have their motivations and reasoning aknowledged and analyzed, meanwhile Sundowner's gets habitually reduced to just "when you kill civilians lmao". I mean, it IS funny, the man is the embodiment of the incoming ham trope, after all.

Mistral and Monsoon have incredibly tragic backstories and Sundowner technically doesn't. It's not tragic on account of him being... well, no explanation needed, but it is still quite fucked nonetheless.

He had a basic bitch childhood compared to his squadmates. Poverty sucks no matter where you are, but it's nothing compared to the absolute horrorshow the other two went through. Instead, I think the formative experience that really created the monster that is Sundowner came way later in his life.

Lemme quote Kevin here: "Anyway, an IED put him out of action for a few years, but then cyborg tech brought him outta retirement." Nice and casual, easy to pass over, Sundowner himself doesn't even talk of it at all, as compared to Mistral and Monsoon who explain their past with appropriate gravitas.

But I'll give it a bit (a lot) more attention because I think it's the definitive thing that made Sundowner who he is by the time we see him. So what did exactly happen to force him out of the battlefield? If you're not squeamish, proceed to put in "dismounted complex blast injury" in your search bar and navigate to the image tab. If you don't feel like ruining your evening, which I wouldn't blame you for, I'll describe somewhat briefly. It's highly likely he lost both legs, and nearly as likely sustained massive injuries to the pelvis as it's the typical scenario. Not a small chance that he had either one or both arms ruined as well.

That covers "put him out of action" part of the quote, now I must highlight another important bit - "for a few years". You don't normally say "a few years" unless it's at the very least three. So by the end of it what we have is Sundowner, hopelessly disfigured and helpless, left to stew in his misery for years.

For a man who lives and breathes battle like him, it must have been a living nightmare, the absolute worst possible scenario in which his career could have ended in his eyes - left to slowly rot away while being pitied. And it is stated in one of the optional CODECs that disability pay outs are a joke, so it's a pitiful existence even on the financial front. I bet he wished that explosion actually just killed him right then and there.

Is it any wonder then that Sundowner glorifies war as much as he does? He's spent his entire life in it, it has given him the feeling of control he lacked initially, money, plenty of opportunities for power trips, and a home away from home. The two periods of life he was a civilian are marked by a feeling of powerlessness, and his time fighting - a feeling of power.

And it's just war itself he glorifies, too, not any pretty reasoning for it like "freedom" or justice, which I think is important. May be an odd opinion, but I think the guy is the opposite of a patriot of his county, which is pretty amusing considering the extremely stereotypical southern accent. It's even in several aspects of his design, as well. He's a full blooded American, but his body is designed to resemble a Japanese shogun, he fights in a Chinese sword fighting style, his song title is "Red Sun". Just one of these would be a fun detail, two - a curious coincidence, and three is just piling it on in my opinion. Compare and contrast with the other two 'murrican characters - Armstrong and Khamsin which have nothing mixed in that would contradict their national identity.

And aside from these "hints", he straight up celebrates the worst terrorist attack in American history. And a curious detail. His quote: "Demand for PMC's is about to skyrocket. Like the good ol' days after 9/11!". Assuming in mgs universe it happened in 2001, Sundowner wasn't in a PMC to really feel these "good ol' days" himself, as he only became a merc in 2008.

He may have been a lot like Khamsin prior to the injury actually, dressing up his sadism and bloodlust under the guise of some higher purpose. But after getting chewed up and spat out by the machine he'd have a lot of time to ruminate on why exactly he did what he did and wanted what he wanted. At least three years to have an epiphany on inherent human cruelty. An accurate observation in my opinion, but he chose the absolute worst route by believing that it should be embraced rather than fought.

Why better yourself when you can justify your shortcomings as just following an instinct? It's pretty pathetic when you think of it.

But yeah, I think there is an interesting character hiding under all the ham. He's just not very talkative about it unlike his colleagues. Interesting and utterly monstrous. He does have some positive traits though, two in fact - it's them juicy thighs.

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

your boyfriend scourge comes over while you’re baking to bug you.

content. scourge x gn!reader, reader is baking 🍰 (not implied to be a full-on baker, moreso a one time thing), teasing, smoking, slight fluff, suggestive behavior and language around the end

☂︎ wc. 1.1k ☂︎ a/n. hi hi hi!!! we have scourge for our last one :) i actually rlly like how this one turned out… im working on ur guys requests dont worry <3 

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“Hey, sweet stuff.” A voice draws out from behind you, interrupting your baking at hand as your boyfriend emerges from his nap this late. “Smells damn good in here. What’cha makin’?” It’s already 00:48, and he wants to come over here like it’s the crack of dawn. Ugh.

Scourge tilts his head at your displeased expression. “What?” He says, enjoying your physical reaction of annoyance as you turn your heel, focusing on the dessert at hand. “I ain’t even do nothin’ yet.” Emphasis on ‘yet’.

Scourge makes his way into the kitchen with you, leaning against the kitchen counter as he eyes your latest creation; some beignets, soon to be dusted in powdered sugar and slathered with delicious honey. “Why’re ya’ bakin’ so late?” He murmurs, obviously finding interest in your random antics at this hour, but you shrug your shoulders and empty the freshly cooked beignets away from the oil onto a plate set with a paper towel. 

Well, you were hungry. And shit, when you’re hungry, you’re gonna eat. Obviously.

He scoffs lightly, and you hear a small shuffling behind you, making you turn your head towards him.

“Y’ always doin’ somethin’ weird when yer up late." Scourge mutters, flicking his lighter repeatedly until it finally hits, and he holds a cigarette close to his mouth, lighting the end and taking a small puff in. Did he already forget about you telling him not to smoke inside so often? You pout, putting a hand on your hip as you glare at him, giving him the sort of look that screams ‘put it out’.

But he doesn’t, looking at you with a cheeky grin, and even blowing the smoke in your direction afterwards. “I ain’t forget.” Ah, great. Now you have to add mind reading to his list of tricks he can use against you. “Y’ aren’t gonna be too mad, right?”

A terrible but also good thing about Scourge is that he knows your limits. He knows to what point you’ll handle his antics, but on the opposite side of that, he knows when to tone it down. It leads to some mildly annoying situations, but nothing big enough to bitch over.

You roll your eyes, lightly dusting some powdered sugar over your fresh beignets, then quickly drizzling some honey on top. God, they look so good. The first bite is gonna-

“Lemme get one.” Scourge bumps into you, pushing you aside slightly to take a beignet off its plate. Of course he doesn’t ask for permission.

Well, you were gonna let him have one anyway, but still. Some manners would be nice, but manners are pretty much nonexistent with him.

He’s quiet for a few seconds, licking his lips briefly before going in for another bite. That’s a good sign coming from him. After being with Scourge for this long, you can almost read him like an open book.

“‘S good.” Oh. Guess he got you there. 

You tilt your head over at him, not expecting the small, genuine compliment. Usually, he’d say something slick out the side of his mouth; maybe a little joke or something. Maybe he’s feeling sweet tonight?

Scourge taps his cigarette lightly onto the kitchen counter near the sink, ash falling onto the marble as he licks some honey off his fingertips with the tip of his tongue, making another scowl form on your face. “Oops.” He says, his eyes widening slightly as he taps the rest of the ash into the sink. “My bad, babe.” Dirting your counters and everything. He notices your scowl and smirks at you, dragging his finger up his tongue, and then licking some extra honey off his lips. “What? Ya took away the ashtray.” True. It’s still lying away from Scourge’s gaze even now, hidden in your room in an attempt to get him to smoke inside less. Shame it didn’t work. Stupid idiot…

“So the chef’s not gonna take a bite of their own shit? C’mon.” He chuckles, holding up a beignet to your mouth. It’s hard to fight the smile on your face, and you take a bite of it eagerly, savoring especially the rich honey you drizzled all over the dessert, coupled with the sugar and soft beignet. Yum.

“Got something there.” Scourge grazes his thumb against your bottom lip, wiping unknown honey you had accidentally smeared there while savoring the pastry. He then meets your eyes, licking the honey off his thumb with a smug grin. “Good, yeah?”

… Idiot. He really knows how to get you going.

Suddenly, the smoke from the cigarette flows in your direction, and you wince from the smell. Eugh. You’ve never been one to smoke often at all, maybe once or twice (if the mood's right with Scourge), but other than that you’ve never been fond of it. Scourge reads your expression and his cheeky grin falters.

“Hmm?” He draws out lazily. “Somethin’ wrong?” As soon as he asks, he eyes the cigarette set in his left hand, still emitting smoke. “Oh.”

He takes another draw from it, but to your shock, he wordlessly flicks the cigarette into the sink, a short sizzling sound emitting from it as a bit of water puts it out. “All ya had to do was ask, babe.” Scourge mutters. “You know I wouldn’t keep the shit around if it really bugged ya. M’ not that much of a dickhead.” He tilts his head down, blowing the smoke down to the floor as he looks up to meet your gaze again.

… He really has changed. You struggle to push back the small smile on your face at the thought of it.

“Hmm? Whatcha’ smiling for?” For him. For the way he is today. Even if putting out his cigarette is such a small gesture; it’s progress. It’s there.

Scourge pauses at your heartfelt words, shock lining his features before he tries to shake it off, tugging you over slightly by your shirt. “C’mere, babe.” He says gently, pressing a kiss on your lips as he cups your cheek, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and tasting the mix of sweet sugar and honey in your mouth. The mixed taste of slight ash and honey fills yours, but you really don't care right now. It’s such an easy thing to ignore when he’s such a good kisser.

After what feels like forever, you two break away from each other, panting as your breath mingles with one another's. 

Fuck. He’s so sweet… Even when he tries to hide his embarrassment with a kiss.

“Lemme show ya’ a good time, honey. Bet cha’ taste just as sweet as it too…”

(i’ve always wanted to try beignets. they look so yummy… with the powdered sugar and everything 🤤)

[python333]

task force 141 getting gaslighted by [reader] — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, tf141 gets gaslighted by [reader]... nothing serious, dw!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings gaslighting, but used in extremely stupid and unnecessary ways, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], probably ooc but i'm a little more confident in this one than the last one!

note i'm so sorry that this is so long... it's like 3k+ words :{ and the soap and gaz sections are a majority of those words LMAO also tysm to the people who reblogged my last post?? thats so sweet?? im crying?? it was my first post too so i was just hdjsfhjdhsfjf tysm tysm!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ price is basically your dad atp.

➥ so it’s safe to say he knows about pretty much all of your weird little antics and shenanigans.

➥ this includes your tendency to gaslight people about the stupidest shit possible.

➥ trust him, he was a victim of this.

➥ the first time it happened, it was just too perfect of an opportunity for you to pass up.

➥ price was trying to eat his food in the mess hall, when you had sidled up right next to him at the small table he was eating at, and commented on his food choice.

➥ “Oh, nice. We got the same thing.” you’d said, setting down your tray of chicken, rice, and potatoes right next to price’s bowl of soup.

➥ at first, he thought you were just joking, and gave you an amused look and commented something along the lines of you being blind because you absolutely did not get the same thing as him.

➥ you take your gaslighting very seriously. this is not a joke.

➥ so you insist that you did in fact get the same thing, and you shoot a very confused look at him for good measure. your definitely-serious tone throws price off, because there’s no way you could possibly think you both actually got the same thing…

➥ … right?

➥ cue the rest of your lunch being spent alternating between eating your food and arguing that, “But we did get the same thing!” while price can only counter with, “No we did not!”

➥ now you may think that this is the point where you give up.

➥ it absolutely is not.

➥ see, price’s first mistake was giving you leeway to argue with him over this. his second mistake was suggesting that you ask someone to come over to the table and settle this by telling you both if you did get the same thing for lunch.

➥ naturally, you chose soap, because who else would encourage your bullshit with the same enthusiasm he does?

➥ long story short, he agrees to come over and settle the very weird argument you’ve started with price, and takes a very close look at both you and price’s chosen food items for the day and after you shoot him a glance that tells him everything he needs to know he confidently says, “Aye, these’re the same.”

➥ price has never recovered from the crisis he had after that entire interaction.

➥ so, the next time you do it, he knows exactly what to do.

—

When you sat down next to Price during lunch, he immediately got a sense of deja vu. Which is weird, because you sit next to him everyday, so what could possibly be different about today?

“Oh, nice. We got the same thing,” you’d commented offhandedly, setting down your tray of food, of which was just about the direct opposite of Price’s meal. Oh, so that’s why I feel like this has happened before. Price stared at your tray for a moment, flashbacks running through his mind, recalling his trauma from the last time this happened.

Then finally, cautiously, he agreed, “... Yeah. Whatta coincidence.”

You didn’t know if you should feel disappointed, happy, or shocked by him agreeing with you this time. You were fully prepared to pull Soap and Gaz aside to take a look at both of your trays of food and agree that they were the exact same meal, down to the portion sizes and everything. After a quick moment of thinking, you smile at him with the most innocent smile you can muster and eat your food, ignoring the sigh of relief Price lets out when you don’t begin to argue with him.

—

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ actively enjoys being gaslighted.

➥ in the sense of like, how many ways can he defend himself in ways you can’t argue with?

➥ he’s like the gaslighting victim version of markiplier with the whole ‘i’m not a masochist, i just wanna see how much pain i can handle’.

➥ so safe to say he very much encourages your gaslighting.

➥ the first time and only time you ever gaslighted him was when you were both hanging out in his room, both of you on your phones, soap watching ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ after you told him you thought he’d enjoy watching it, and you scrolling through social media to pass the time.

➥ then, you got an idea.

➥ “Soap?” soap perks up at the sound of his name and hums in acknowledgement of you talking to him, “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

➥ “Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left.” he’d responded.

➥ “Really? What season are you on?”

➥ “The last season, season two.”

➥ “... What do you mean the last season?”

➥ you two go back and forth, with you insisting that no, you told him to watch ‘the vampire diaries’, not ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’.

➥ the entire thing goes on for at least thirty minutes before soap sighs and insists that you’d told him to watch ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ one last time, and you finally break.

➥ you break out into a small fit of laughter, and stop yourself to take a deep breath and admit, “Yeah, I did.”

➥ honestly, soap is very impressed by your determination to manipulate him. 10/10 would encourage you to do it again. in fact, will help you gaslight anyone you so please.

—

You and Soap were sitting in his room, him on the bed and you on the floor sitting down on one of his pillows. You’d just been scrolling through any and all apps you had, even going through your photos app, bored out of your mind, when you suddenly got an idea. You turned off your phone and looked over at Soap.

“Soap?” He tapped on his phone screen to pause the show he was watching and hummed, looking over at you. “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

“Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left,” he’d answered, sitting up and cracking his knuckles.

“Really?” you’d asked, feigning confusion, “What season are you on?”

“The last one, season two,” he replied, showing you his phone screen. You looked at it for a moment before drawing your eyebrows together in pseudo-confusion.

“... What do you mean the last season?” you’d asked, “There’s eight seasons.”

“Uhh…” Soap looked back at his phone screen, confused, and tapped his screen a few times before he shook his head, “Nay, there’re two seasons, c/n.”

“Are you watching the right show?” you’d asked, watching as Soap nods confidently, and yes. You had set down your phone, ready for this new form of entertainment.

“Yeah. My Babysitter’s a Vampire, right?” he said, hoping for confirmation that he’s watching the correct show. You slowly shake your head negatively.

“No, I told you that you should watch Vampire Diaries,” you’d clarified, watching as Soap started to disagree.

“Nay, ye told me tae watch the Babysitter one,” Soap argued, quickly pulling up his text messages with you, “I reckon I’d ken if ye told me tae watch Vampire Diaries.”

“Well, I did,” you argued back, “I told you, verbatim, ‘hey you should watch Vampire Diaries, I think you’d really like it, since you like making fun of old 2000s shows with me’. I texted you yesterday about it.”

Soap raised an eyebrow before he’d turned his phone to you, showing you your text messages from yesterday, where you definitely did not tell him to watch Vampire Diaries. You took a good look at the text messages, before looking up at Soap, concerned, “Are you okay? That clearly says what I said it says.”

Soap looked baffled, and it took everything in you not to laugh, “Nay, ye messaged me tae watch the Babysitter one, so I’m watchin’ the Babysitter one!”

You two went back and forth, arguing over what the text actually said. You’d constantly deny everything Soap saw and he’d argue back in the most flabbergasted tone that ‘Nay, it’s richt there, I ken I’m no’ goin’ daft!’ and you argued back that he’s definitely seeing things because how could he possibly be reading the text but see completely different words than what it actually says?

Eventually, you both stopped arguing, taking time to catch your breaths. You had taken one look at Soap’s miserable facial expression before breaking out into a small fit of laughter, giggles spilling from your lips as you tried to muffle them by putting your hand over your mouth.

“Ye ‘nd I baith ken that the text says you want me to watch My Babysitter’s a Vampire,” Soap breathed out, watching you try and muffle your laughter.

After you’d taken a moment to catch your breath, you admit, “Yeah, I know.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he immediately said, “So ye admit it?”

You nodded affirmatively and he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed, the action having made you giggle even more. “Ye’re a bampot,” he’d grumbled, though there was no serious anger or irritation behind his words.

—

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ now why would you even try this, huh?

➥ have you MET the dude?

➥ he absolutely will not fall for it.

➥ he won’t encourage it, won’t argue with you, in fact he’ll shut you down with a simple “No.”

➥ you’re too scared to even try again after the first time you tried it.

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, you were both just walking down the hall together.

➥ you tried convincing him that gaz was off on a mission when you had just passed by him.

➥ the look he gave you… my god.

➥ “No he isn’t.” i’m so sorry please let me jump off a cliff i’m sorry i made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment and i don’t expect to be forgiven i’m simply here to apologize mr. simon ghost riley lieutenant sir.

➥ you never try to gaslight him ever again.

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You thought it was a good idea at the time. You don’t know what drugs you were on or what meds you were off, but you decided that, yeah, I can totally gaslight Ghost with no repercussions, that’s definitely possible. So here you are, walking right beside him, the both of you going to completely different locations but he doesn’t need to know that.

When you first sidled up to him, walking by his side down the hall, he looked over at you for a moment and was just a bit confused but didn’t say anything otherwise. The two of you passed by Gaz, who was minding his business just walking past the two of you. He gave you both a quick nod and you made a point to nod back, not only out of respect but because you thought it would make your gaslighting session just that much better.

Just a minute after passing Gaz, you sighed and commented, “Can’t believe Gaz is on that super long mission right now. Two weeks is crazy.”

Ghost had slowly turned his head towards you, a sight that made your stomach drop because oh God I definitely fucked up, and simply said, “No he isn’t. We just saw him.”

I think I just shit my pants. “Y- yeah, right, right, definitely, no clue what I was thinking,” you blurted out, stumbling over your sentences because oh my GOD I’m gonna piss myself why is he so scary lord have mercy on my soul. Ghost raised an eyebrow at you, before huffing out a small laugh and continuing his walk, amused by your sputtering. You let out a sigh of relief as he simply walked away, and you headed in the correct way of where you're supposed to go, completely chickening out of your original plan.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ oh that poor poor boy.

➥ probably gives into it and just lets you gaslight him tbh.

➥ like maybe if your argument/gaslighting isn’t too strong he’ll argue with you, and sure he still won’t win but it was worth a try, but if you’re gaslighting-gaslighting him? he’s just gonna agree with you.

➥ like at that point anything you say is law and he is a law-abiding citizen.

➥ if your argument is strong enough and he’s tired enough he will genuinely believe you, too.

➥#savegazfromreader

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, it was pretty easy. you two had just finished sparring, with you coming out on top, much to your own surprise. gaz had given you a lighthearted pat on the shoulder and went off to shower, when you had the best idea you’ve ever had.

➥ you had groaned and playfully complained, “I can’t believe you won that.”

➥ gaz turned around, confused, and was like, “Won what?”

➥ cue the next 5 minutes being spent by you saying that gaz had won and arguing with him that he did win.

➥ “Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won. I appreciate that you don’t want me to feel bad, but I can take a loss.”

➥ hes so confused omg.

➥ starts gaslighting himself into thinking he won, then he’s like ‘wait no i didn’t’.

➥ but he still goes along with it because… what else is he supposed to do?

➥ ever since then he’s been your main gaslighting victim, and your favorite.

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You hated the feeling of being sweaty, but you hated the feeling of someone else’s sweat even more. Maybe that’s what tripped you up that day, letting Gaz swipe his leg underneath yours and force you to fall down onto the mat beneath you, where he then started counting to ten, as per usual with sparring. But luckily for you, you were able to grab his ankle and yank it towards you, making Gaz fall on his ass and letting you straddle his chest and begin to count to ten just as he was doing earlier.

Of course, you dramatized your counting, because who would you be if you didn’t? You emphasized every number and your lips twitched into a small smile as you watched Gaz scoff and look away from you, clearly fed up with your theatrics. Once you were done counting, you got up and held out a hand for Gaz, who took it and got up, letting out a huff and patting you on the shoulder.

“Good job,” He’d said, smiling down at you, stepping off the mat and walking over to the bag of stuff he’d brought with him. After that small interaction, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to gaslight him. It’s not your fault! Who else would pass up an opportunity like this?

You groaned and stepped off the mat, muttering, “I can’t believe you won that. I really though I had you.”

“Won what?” Gaz questioned, looking back at you, confused.

“The spar?” You answered, though you made your answer sound more questioning, as if confused on why he’d even question your words. As if it was obvious that you hadn’t won. Gaz simply looked at you, very confused, trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. By the serious look on your face—a poker face you’ve worked on for the longest time—he figured that you weren’t not kidding, which worries him a bit.

”... No, you won that spar,” Gaz insisted, before nervously joking, “Remember? Thirty seconds ago, when you kicked my arse after I thought I had you down?”

“Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won,” You laughed, walking over to Gaz and patting him on the back, “It’s not like I’m a sore loser or anything like that. I can take a loss.”

He was so confused, and continued to insist that you had won the small sparring match, and got more and more confused the more you fought with him on this. He was so sure that you had won—you did, didn’t you?

He eventually just sighed, and ‘admitted’ that you were right, he did win. Satisfied, you smiled up at him and reminded him that you can take a loss, and you went on with your day. And if you heard him asking Price if he could go through the security cameras for a moment, requesting to go back to that specific time the two of you had sparred, no you didn’t.

[shikamarusgirll]

nsfw alphabet with Shikamaru?

im so sorry this took so long! I’m currently sick with a cold, so I’ve been doing what i can!! More content soon!

SHIKAMARU NARA NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare

Despite Shikamaru being lazy and thinking nearly EVERYTHING is a drag.. but since your his girlfriend.. he feels as if it’s only the right thing to do. He’ll leave the bedsheet cleaning to you, but afterwards, he will let you rest your head on his chest while you quickly fall asleep, and so does he. Probably mutters a few things under his breath before drifting off soon after you with his arm around your waist! 

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B = Body part (his favourite on you)

Shikamaru is such an ass guy, that being said he prefers a girl with a little more in the back, it’s something nice he can take an occasional glance at when you walk up the stairs infront of him.

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C = Cum

Whenever you two are doing reverse-cowgirl or doggystyle, he adores pulling out and cumming on your ass or your lower back, it’s just a turn-on for him, if not, he’d prefer to do it on your stomach or above your aching cunt

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D = Dirty Secret

Shikamaru’s dirty secret is that he sort of liked the idea of you holding his blunt in your mouth for him while he goes down on you, something about high-sex just gets him off so bad..

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E = Experience

Eh.. honestly, your most likely his first. Despite how he comes off, he’s not the type to have sex with a girl if he doesn’t plan to settle with them, so he saved his virginity until he felt that way.

But don’t take that as he doesn’t know what he’s doing.. because god, he does, an extremely quick learner.

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F = Favourite Postion

Like said before, he likes doggystyle, but if he’s feeling lazy (per usual), then he’ll have you ride him. Although this doesn’t mean that he won’t be doing any work, he’ll rub circles on your thighs, give you teasing praises, place his hands on your waist as you roll your hips against him

“Good job baby.. doin’ so well f’me, don’t worry.. I’ll make sure you get a break later, I’ll fuck this pussy good for you, mkay?”

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G = Goofy

Cracks a joke once or twice, but it’s nothing too often, probably just mocking the way you sound, but it never lasts long because his breath gets shaky when he feels your velvety walls suck him in.

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H = Hair

He grooms occasionally, he doesn’t mind his pubic hair growing out, but once it’s too long he’ll cut it, finding it unpleasant. But he does usually have a bit of hair down there, but it’s tamed, not bushy.

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I = Intimacy

Believe it or not, Shikamaru is quite the intimate guy. Everytime you guys have sex, he does it as if it was the very first time, he likes to take his time with you, no need to rush. 

His lips peppering kisses down your neck until they reach your breasts, swiping his tongue over your hardened nipple, his hands caressing over your waist as he guides your hips against his cock, gosh, he can’t get enough of you, he’s so inlove with you.

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J = Jack off

He does it occasionally, but that’s only if he’s high and you’re not around to.. ‘assist’ him.

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K = Kink/s

Okay hear me out.. he likes to restrain you with his shadows.

I KNOW IT SOUNDS ODD AT FIRST, but it’s Shikamaru’s personal way of bondage (with your consent of course), it’s funny because it was actually your idea, not his. And you were joking when you mentioned it too! But once the thought lingered into his mind.. he could already feel himself harden at the thought of your wrists being restrained by his shadows so you couldn’t push his wrists away when he was fingerfucking you.

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L =  Location

Nobody can convince me that Shikamaru doesn’t like doing it on the couch. That’s his go-to, aside from the bed of course.

The best part is when you two are sharing a blunt on the couch, him laying on his back with his head against the armrest and you straddling his lap, his hand snaking up to your waist as he pulls you down, your chest pressed against his, taking one more inhale of the joint before pulling you into a kiss, his other hand on the back of your neck while he blows the smoke into your mouth.

(Might make a drabble on that.. tell me if I should !!)

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M = Motivation

Seeing you in general is a turn on because everything about you is perfect, but the one thing that gets him going is subtle touching, you carefully dragging your fingertips across his thigh, just to mess with him a bit.

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N = No

One of Shikamaru’s greatest requirements is consent. Without it, he won’t do anything. A nod, a special word, you simply saying ‘mhm’, gives him the green light. If he even senses that you’re uncomfortable with something, he’ll stop and let you know that it’s okay.

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O = Oral 

Like Sasuke, he also prefers to receive, just something about him having a cigarette in his mouth, blowing out the smoke as he caresses your hair when you bob your head up and down on his cock, gagging from time-to-time when you can feel him hit the back of your throat, he lets out the hottest groans when he feels you gag around him. 

“takin’ it all like a good girl, aren’t you? yeahh i know..”

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P = Pace

Shikamaru goes slow and deep, never once has he alternated his pace, like I said, he likes to take his time with you, it’s more pleasurable that way.

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Q = Quickie

He is NOT a fan of those, he wants to have you all to himself in the moment.

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R = Risk

Never been the guy who liked to take risks, the only risk he’d take is him not wearing a condom or you not being on the pill

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S = Stamina

Shikamaru can go at least two rounds, if he goes a third, that one will be a little shorter, since he is the lazy type.

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T = Toys

He’s not opposed, never used them before but he’d be open if it was something your into.

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U = Unfair

The king of being ‘unfair’, the man is a pure tease, dragging his middle finger across your drenched slit, giving a hum when you jerk your hips closer to him, making jim laugh under his breath dryly.

“Just let me toy with you for a bit.. needy woman… yeah you want it? How bad baby?”

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V = Volume

He’s pretty quiet, there’s groans here and there (plenty) but mostly he’s fixated on the sounds you make, seeing what makes you feel good and what will push you over the edge 

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W = Wild?

Not really the wild type.

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X = X-ray

Shikamaru is sitting at a good 5.3 inches, and for you, it’s perfect. Nothing too big that would just be impossible to take, and nothing short that doesn’t feel good at all. He’s the perfect size.

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Y = Yearning

His sex drive can heavily depend, when he’s not smoking weed or whatever the case may be, it’s averagely low. But when he is? Oh boy. Sex is probably one of the only things he’s thinking about, aside from a nap and your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

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Z = Zzzz

Falls asleep nearly immediately, but he won’t do that without at least making sure your okay and that your cleaned up.. as for the bedsheets, he just lets out a groan and says “what a drag.. well clean them when we wake up, okay? C’mere.”

[jubileemon]

Fizzmodeus

Somehow in the infernal landscape of Hell, the relationship between Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, stands out as a sweet love story for the ages.

They were first introduced in the episode 'Ozzie's'. Despite their public disdain for sentimental relationships, they are entangled in a secret romance that defies Hell's social hierarchy and expectations. At first, Fizz and Asmodeus appeared as massive hypocrites, mocking others for their romantic endeavors while secretly harboring their own.

Fizzarolli's life was marked by a traumatic experience with fire, resulting in losing his horns and cybernetic replacements. As he thought Blitzo abandoned him to burn, Fizz began to develop a deep resentment towards his former best friend. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated.

Working under Mammon, the Sin of Greed, further complicates his identity when Fizz became a symbol of Mammon's brand. The cost of fame weighs heavily on him, as public scrutiny and the demands of celebrity challenge his sense of self and personal values. Asmodeus' title as the Sin of Lust comes with its own set of expectations, yet his love for Fizzarolli transcends these. His protective instincts are often on display, particularly when Fizzarolli is in danger or vulnerable. Despite the initial portrayal of their relationship as hypocritical, the secret romance between Fizzarolli and Asmodeus is depicted as both sweet and healthy.

Despite one being a demon prince and one being an imp, and also portraying their partnership in public as purely lustful, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus' relationship is actually as healthy and romantic if not more so than Moxxie and Millie's, where the two are equals who look out for each other. Asmodeus' even lets Fizzarolli go out in public without him or an escort to defend him, despite Ozzie's concerns, because Fizzarolli wants to go alone, a far cry from if Ozzie truly didn't care about Fizzy beyond having sex with him. It's like if Stolas and Blitzø managed to work things out between them and had things be not so rocky.

Hard to believe, but aside from sex jokes, occasional rudeness and his grudge towards his former best friend, Fizzarolli stayed as nice and innocent as he was in childhood, despite all of his trauma. He does admit that it was difficult and challenging at first, but Fizzarolli finding someone who cared so much about him has led to him feeling like he leads a good life.

The relationship between Fizzarolli and Asmodeus is not without its trials. Asmodeus's deep concern for Fizzarolli's well-being is evident when Fizzarolli is taken hostage, an event that ignites Asmodeus's fury and prompts him to take drastic measures to secure Fizzarolli's safety. This protective streak is further shown in their interactions with Mammon, another Prince of Hell, whose abusive and manipulative behavior towards Fizzarolli causes Asmodeus to harbor intense animosity towards him.

In Season 2, Asmodeus reassuring Fizz at the beginning that he doesn't have to worry about being "perfect" for Mammon because perfection is impossible, and that he deserves a break or vacation without having to fend off creeps constantly.

Asmodeus' line when he rephrases his actual feelings in regard to Fizz being in Mammon's clown contest: "I don't like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And I don't like designing sex toys with your likeness for him. Pretty sure you feel the same"; this one line has numerous, subtle but still important subtext that really shows how much Asmodeus cares for and respects Fizzarolli. Just the fact that Asmodeus is being honest about his feelings about Fizzarolli being in Mammon's competition.

In most forms of media, when someone doesn't like something that their significant other is doing, they’ll either dance around it until they can’t take it anymore and/or even lie to get their partner to stop. But Asmodeus doesn't do that - when his initial plea doesn't work, he gets straight to the point of him not liking it but in a healthy and mature manner. He doesn't put any blame on Fizzarolli for his own discomfort, instead putting it all rightly on Mammon's greedy shoulders.

Asmodeus' dislike over Fizzarolli as Mammon's brand figure not only comes from a place of concern and worry but respect. In the second sentence of his above-mentioned line, he mentions he does not like having sex toys in Fizz's likeness. Given that he's the King of Lust, one would think he would hardly care, but he does. Because it's his boyfriend using in such a way. Asmodeus also makes sure to note that he's also aware that Fizzarolli doesn't like the sex-bots as well. He's acknowledging not only his own discomfort but his partner's.

After acting like everything's all righr for the majority of the episode and having a full-on panic attack in his dressing room, Fizz finally pours out his insecurities to Asmodeus, telling him that he's terrified of losing him if he doesn't win the pageant because he feels that Ozzie's only with him because of who he is under Mammon's patronage. He even yanks his jester hat off - revealing his scarred, splotchy head and the jagged stumps of what remains of his horns - in an attempt to show Ozzie what he believes he is without Mammon: an ugly, broken, worthless imp.

"Crooked" is a sweet, simple song where Asmodeus and Fizz admit that while they both have their flaws and insecurities.

Asmodeus reassures him of his worth and publicly declares his love, a bold move that underscores the depth of his feelings and his willingness to face potential consequences for the sake of their relationship. Instead of the crowd being shocked or mocking the two, they are all instead excited and reveal they already had theories on it.

Crimson did call Ozzie's relationship with Fizz "the worst-kept secret in all of Hell." Nearly everyone in the crowd probably already knew or at least suspected. Which makes their reaction all the more heartwarming because it's acceptance. One of Ozzie's main worries was being seen as a hypocrite for being the incarnation of carnal hedonism while having a loving, monogamous relationship. It turns out nobody thinks that at all. The King of Lust has fallen in love, and everybody is happy for him.

[iamnmbr3]

Great answers! I do love the idea of Sirius as DADA teacher!

Here's another one for you: rank these characters from worst to best for the post of Minister of Magic

Albus Dumbledore

Lucius Malfoy

Sirius Black (again cause I love him and I read a fic about this once)

Minerva McGonagall

Barty Crouch Sr.

oh god. these clowns would all be such terrible minsters of magic. why are you doing this to me? ok fine. here goes.

Lucius Malfoy: I think because movie!Lucius was sort of toned down and defanged fandom sometimes forget what a nasty piece of work book!Lucius was before he had his downfall and got all sad and pathetic. Fanon!Lucius often gets turned into kind of a joke but book!Lucius was out there torturing muggles for fun by night while he had the ear of the Minister by day and was, seemingly, extremely adept at subtly spreading his pureblood supremacist agenda in government. (Honestly, better at it than Tom because unlike Tom he actually cared). Also in book 4 it's very clear that if he had gotten hold of Hermione - a fourteen year old child - on the World Cup grounds he would've attacked her without hesitation (been eager for it, in fact). Yeah he wasn't down with Voldemort's whole thing but that was more because of the effect it had on him personally. with Voldemort out of the picture he was top dog and he was doing just fine. All this to say, as Minister the policies he enacts are...not good to say the least. He'd be out there building a violent pureblood supremacist dictatorship in a heartbeat.

Albus Dumbledore: Albus says he can't be trusted with the power of being Minister and honestly...I believe him. He'd still play the same messed up manipulation games he plays in canon but on a much larger scale (while simultaneously feeling bad about it and telling himself it's for the greater good). He does some truly epic mental gymnastics to convince himself he needs to make himself dictator for life and then things spiral because obviously anyone who resists him is evil right? Right? Of course! The alternative is that he is wrong and he doesn't want to think about that. Also, he doesn't seem that bothered by house elf slavery and his ideas for getting nonhuman magical creatures on his side in canon seemed to involve asking nicely but not actually granting them rights. So I'm not super optimistic on that front. So yeah. This just turns into the whole of wizarding Britain getting gaslit and thrown into insane situations by a madman who seems so wholesome and lovable and yet... Also. Given how poorly organized the Order is I think it's safe to say that all other flaws aside, the man does not have a gift for management.

Barty Crouch Sr.: Listen. He ALSO sucks. Very clearly ok with slavery, not a fan of due process, and allowed Aurors to torture confessions out of suspects. His only saving grace is that he does love rules so he'd probably eventually step down and wouldn't make as many potentially damaging changes as Dumbledore.

Minerva McGonagall: Her no nonsense attitude ensures that any meeting she runs actually accomplishes things. She's smart. She's sane. She's stable. She doesn't care about ending slavery or changing the status quo, but she's a lot better than most of the options. She's not especially creative or good at political games though which often hampers her ability to carry out objectives and prevent bad actors (i.e. Lucius and his faction) from getting their way.

Sirius Black: What does the man who hates authority do when he finds himself in a position of ultimate authority? I don't know but I'd love to read about it! Sirius is actually pretty shrewd (contrary to fanon) and I think he'd actually turn out to be a natural at handling politics (much as he might hate it). He also understands traditional pureblood society (he is a Black after all) but he doesn't idolize it (he hates being a Black) which would allow him to understand and work with multiple factions. Additionally he can be forceful and authoritative. He's impatient, often biased and unfair, sometimes quite cruel, can be temperamental, and again, has 0 problem with slavery. So like. He's not good per say, but he's actually better than some of the others. (At least with him meetings are never dull because if he gets bored enough he just turns into a dog and eats the agenda).

[mariariley]

Simon Riley x reader

⋆✮⋆ relationship headcanons ⋆✮⋆

2nd person

female reader

NSFW warning

Word count: 1.4k

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I edited this one a little too many times 😭 added bunch of stuff so I’m sorry for the reblogs that aren’t getting the updates

Let’s be honest, it would be a hell of a journey to get with this man

At first, he wouldn’t be interested in you at all

It takes a lot of patience to actually make some kind of bond with him that isn’t merely because you’re a teammate or whatever you imagine in your CoD AU

If you’re patient and stubborn enough, you might get somewhere

If you treat him right, take it easy with him, prove yourself worthy and convince him you genuinely care, it’s a bingo

It might seem like you’re taming a wild animal but it really isn’t. Considering he’s a soldier preoccupied with duty, there’s no room for emotions

Or at least no room for emotions until he learns how to control them and put them aside when it’s mandatory which would take a while

That’s why he’d be slowly letting you in, step by step you’d notice he’d talk with you more and wish to spend more time with you

He wouldn’t tell you any of that though. He’d express that physically in a way - sit closer to you, stand closer to you (giving off protective vibes), stare at you

The staring part might seem a little unnerving but it’s just his way of admiring you from afar considering he can’t admire you up close (yet)

The situationship would go on and on as he’d slowly make room for you

When he finally makes sure the special little warm place for you in his cold heart is completely ready, he’d let you in

The moment you’d officially click would be spontaneous, you probably wouldn’t expect it. You’d be alone, probably just enjoying the peace with a TV on when he’d casually wrap his arm around your shoulder

He’d make a small talk, probably end up flattering you with a cheeky comment or make you giggle with a dad joke

For the first time he’d let you touch him. He’d let you sneak your hand underneath his mask and slightly lift it, merely to reveal his mouth

He wouldn’t hesitate another moment because he’d be tired of hesitation. You’d be surprised how gentle he is, how soft his kisses are and how careful he is with his hands

He isn’t into PDA so the crew would have to figure it out on its own

As your significant other he’d be ready to lay his life down for you. He’s extremely overprotective and would get jealous

At times it wouldn’t seem as healthy but if you’re good at communicating there shouldn’t be a problem with dealing with any setbacks

He loves pampering you, treating you like a princess, giving you everything he’s never had

He's a man of few words so his love language is mostly physical touch. It’s hard for him to choose which part of your body is his favorite because he loves holding all of you like a plushy toy

But if he really had to choose it would probably be your face and torso, his favorite parts to kiss, as well as your collarbone (has a thing for necklaces)

His sex drive isn’t high and it would take a lot of time to get fully intimate with him

First he’d spontaneously test your boundaries, make sure what you’re comfortable with and what not

Your first intimate session he’d take nice and easy. He’d realize how good you make him feel in every aspect. It would turn out to be very passionate, slow and intense

Every next time would be better than the previous one. You’d explore each other and experiment together and actually start doing it more and more frequently

You’d hear him praise you and dirty talk here and there. For example “You can take it luv”, “Do it for me sweethear’”, “There’s a good gal”

And when he’d make you squirt or when he’d want you to cum again: “Do it again for me”, “You can do it”, “Just one more time luv, do it for me princess”

He’s okay with oral but definitely prefers the real deal. He also prefers doing it inside, in complete privacy where he can cherish you properly

His favorite positions are the classic missionary, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and even then he’d tell you to look at him over your shoulder because he prefers looking at your beautiful face

He loves holding your hand while thrusting deep inside of you, going slow with a perfect amount of roughness, stretching your walls. There’s something about this edging pace that makes his ears rumble in pleasure

Isn’t that vocal, mostly just grunts and groans and heavily breathes

Is a dom but not an aggressive one. Never.

He’d use classic nicknames such as “love”, “darling” but also “sweetheart”, “sweets”, “doll”, “princess”

You’re probably the only one he enjoys hearing Simon from. He loves when you call him by his real name

If English isn’t your first language and if you have an accent, he would love it. He’d tell you how adorable it is if you’re insecure about it

Fantasizes about moving with you to Manchester and owning a dog. He isn’t a family man, he doesn’t want kids

Loves when you admire his tattoos and touch his face. He’d always guide your hands to his face. He loves when you kiss his scars (and loves kissing yours if you have any, as well as beauty marks)

Loves to hold your hands and admire your nails if you like them painted and/or long (loves when you give him gentle scratches with them, especially his arms and back), perhaps has a tiny size kink

Loves your scent and your perfumes it you wear any, hence he loves when you wear his clothes

Takes his mask off when sleeping but only when it’s pitch black. Here’s a fluff oneshot I wrote about it

Fun fact: blud is not a morning person when he’s not on duty. It’s hell to get him out of bed

He sleeps none to lightly and wakes up when you make the smallest shuffle, checking on you and always making sure you’re nicely tucked in

He can neglect himself really badly and I’m talking hygiene and clothes. Not taking care of himself is a bad habit of his. For example he wouldn’t shave his beard for a long time, shower, wash his clothes etc

You reminding him to do such things can be annoying but if you do it in a peaceful suggestive manner there won’t be any escalations. He’d admit and probably call himself a dirty pig before finally putting his dirty socks and underwear in the washing machine and finally showering

He drinks. Bourbon is his favorite and he can consume too much at times. He’d reassure you he can control himself but sometimes he can get a little tipsy. He isn’t an alcoholic but the amount he drinks at times can worry you

He smokes too, often stinks of nicotine

Loves when you brush your teeth together

Also loves to watch you do your morning and night routines

Has a thing when you cook for him. Loves everything you make in the kitchen but he’s always the one making tea, no exceptions

Also has a thing to tickle you with his spiky beard when he doesn’t shave

He's a cheeky bastard, his sarcasm always on point. Loves making dad jokes and has a dark humor

Knows a lot of tricks e.g. with cards and that penny behind your ear trick. When you’d ask him to show you how he does it, he’d claim it’s “real magic”

Loves playing poker with his crew. Him trying to explain the rules to you is hilarious though because you probably wouldn’t understand anything. He’s rough on teaching

He’d love keeping you on his lap while playing poker with the crew along with a glass of strong bourbon, claiming you’re “his little helper/assistant”

Another fun fact: blud does not own enough clothes. You would have to go shopping with him which he hates

He would never open up about what he’s been through. He doesn’t want to traumatize you or ruin the picture you have of him. Or at least that’s just his fear. Only fear, to disappoint you and lose you

Though he would tell you about some missions and battles if you’re really interested. He’d tell you about his scars, where, when and how he got them. Some he’d skip because they connect to a part of his life he doesn’t want to talk about

What a journey to win Simon’s trust ey? Well he still can’t be surprised if one day something pulls you apart. Nevertheless he truly hopes it doesn’t

He wouldn’t want this to end, ever. He found his happy place and that’s you

Dividers belong to @firefly-graphics 🖤

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@shyalia sent me another amazing piece and I had to share it. Look at the lad! The attention to detail is so sweet, and 2012 Leo looks so good look at this turtle, suddenly realizing he's got to guide four versions of him and his brothers that got to live a normal life and therefore have no ninja training through a whole dang apocalypse. She captured everything SO perfectly, I love it!

This is a scene from Chapter Four of The Day the World Broke, and you can check out an excerpt below the cut!

“My room, welcome,” Mikey jumped in, and then he jumped up, giving a classic butler bow and spreading his arm wide to gesture to the glory that was their simple but definitely awesome room. “Pleasure to host you. If I knew you were coming I would have straightened up.” 

He wouldn’t have. But it was a nice thing to say, right?

“You live in a house?” Leonardo asked, and for the first time he seemed to look around a little more closely. Mikey saw his eyes linger on their photo board, which was mostly Mikey’s because their dad had gotten him a polaroid camera for his birthday last year and he definitely went a little overboard with it. But it was so cool, you know, and the retro vibes were awesome. He liked having actual photos that lived somewhere other than his phone because one time he’d lost his phone and all his photos and had to listen to what was basically an hour-long lecture from Donnie about proper cloud storage. 

“Where else would we live?” Donnie asked, sounding dismissive. Mikey didn’t take offense, sometimes Donnie just sounded that way, especially when he was overwhelmed. Did Leonardo know that? He definitely had his own Donnie by the sounds of it. How similar were they? Did he have a Mikey? Did he want to meet himself?

What was he saying, of course he did. 

“We live underground but I suppose…there’s a first for everything,” Leonardo said, and Mikey watched him take a few steps forward to take a closer look at the pictures. He saw him linger over one he’d taken of Raph and their dad at the dinner table. Nothing special, it had been Mikey’s candid phase where he was trying to capture the essence of life but Raph messed it up and looked at him mid-noodle slurp. 

“Underground? Like a cave?” Mikey asked. He didn’t know anyone who lived underground, aside from the wild fancy rich people houses he sometimes saw on HGTV. Man, he bet those guys were sitting pretty now, in their underground furnished bunkers with backup generators and an indoor vegetable farm. They didn’t have to worry about anything. Oh, to be a billionaire with a crazy house. 

Leonardo stepped back from the photo wall and tilted his head, a half-yes. “Sewers, technically.” 

Oh no. That was the exact opposite of a billionaire bunker. The sewers? Mikey was about to ask some extremely important follow-ups but Leo cut him off. 

“You live in the sewers?” Leo asked, voice still high and stringy. He let out a strangled sounding whine and Mikey saw his fingers grip harder around his head. “Oh my god why?”

Can you just ask people why they live in the sewers? You probably can’t just ask people why they live in the sewers. Technically Mikey didn’t know the answer to that question but it felt like a real Mean Girls moment. Oh my god, Leo, you can’t just ask people why they live in the sewers. He almost said it, but the joke fell flat on his tongue, like the weight of the situation burdened his humor too much. 

Read more here! Pay attention to the tags and warnings!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50818507/chapters/128379037

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"They should've made an emphasis on Sallie May being trans before" "There should be things that openly indicate she's trans aside from the horns" "The merch shouldn't show her with a bulge if she's trans, logically she should hide it"

My brother in Christ shut the fuck up

Aight, I get where most of you are coming from but let me just say that Sallie May is a big breath of fresh air from a lot of canon trans rep I've been seeing in the internet about big projects such as Helluva Boss, let's go point from point

This contains spoilers from Hell's Belles

Sallie May is a transgender Imp, this is not something that was decided just now for the short as her first appearance in the moon harvest festival already shows her with the thick line horns (Which are exclusively from AMAB (Assigned Male at Birth) Imps

If there's only one point these people made that I agree with is the fact that the horns thing should be something implied in the show, not specifically with the intention of outing a trans character but something simple that could give more context for those who do not check the wikis or the social medias that often

Other than that, I feel like they haven't actually meet a trans person irl because they believe that her being trans should be something that everyone should catch the first time they see her, that someone should inmeditaly point out she's trans, yet, they get upset at the fact that she's proudly showing a bulge on the merchandise They want the show to scream verbally about her being trans but not casually

You have no idea how relieved I felt when, at no point in the episode, her being trans was mentioned or outed, none pointed out her horns or voice and instead the problem was her feeling left out of her sister's life, and, again, not because she's trans and feels like Millie doesn't view her the same or some bullshit, but because Millie doesn't go home as often and felt a bit mad when she had to do her work In fact! Her not getting genitalia reconstructive surgery is also a thing that is cool about her, she got tits but didn't chop off the dick and is not insecure about it, most of times trans people are put between not getting surgery or getting ALL of the surgeries AND being extremely insecure about their genitalia, and yes, there's a lot of trans people that feel that way, but I think that aspect of her is really good representation for those that don't want to get surgery or only want to either reduce or enlarge their chest, not everyone gets dysphoria the same way and this doesn't make her less of a woman for that

Even if it's okay to have characters where one of the main issue of the comes from being trans (I have a few myself), It's also nice to see character that are trans but the main issue with their life comes from something completely different and not related

So for people upset about her passing so well you can't immediately tell she's trans Surprise! That's a lot of us want, that's what a lot trans people irl try, to just be a person of the gender we really are, to be normal and not needing to always out of ourselves, to be treated the same no matter what I make a lot of jokes about my lack of dick and my excess of tits, I only out myself as trans when formally presenting to someone and that is just because I'm not allowed to be trans so I don't pass as a boy at all and need to specify, but me being trans is something that most of my friend only bring into the conversation to make a friendly joke or when I bring it up

Sallie May is not only good representation, is one of the best I've seen in a while in the modern adult media, because she's subtle yet obvious You may not like Viv (Me too girl /non gendered), but I got to give it to her, the lgbt+ representation she does is on point

Anyways now that I tackled down that issue is time to actually talks about this short as a whole see ya

[campbell-rose]

Helluva Rewrite: Loona

Okay, first things first, the redesign:

Design notes: I wanted her fur to look like moon craters. Initially her eyes were blue, but then I was struck with the idea of having the color of hellhounds eyes and certain characteristics of their bodies reflect what ring they are from. I did a version from Wrath, but I liked the idea of Luna being from Sloth, so I conceded that she’s a sloth/wrath mix breed. I wanted hellhounds to be from all rings (so are imps) so there are variations. I think sloth and wrath fit her best, so she has the slim and small build of a sloth hound but the horns, fangs, and claws of a wrath hound. Also she's from Sloth bc Viv's sloth is pink and that's my fav color lmao.

She’s essentially the same in this as she is in the show, minus the abuse, cruelty, and general bitchiness of her character. She is incredibly lazy, often just laying around and never really doing the job Blitzo assigned her. She is also extremely introverted, and social situations cause her stress, which lead to her wrath side making her lash out. She genuinely wants to make friends and be nice to others, but the effort is too great and the stress upsets her. Generally, she is very lonely, she wants to be friends with the IMP team but can’t figure out how. 

Now, some relationship stuff:

Blitzo: She is extremely wary of Blitzo in this. This will be because she has only known him for close to a year (9 or 10 months) as he adopted her very soon (I did this so she would be an actual teenager and not a 20-year-old woman acting like a thirteen-year-old). Blitzo adores her and desperately wants her to love him unconditionally, but she’s put off by his affection and continues to keep him at arms length. She likes the idea of being loved so purely, but he’s just too much most of the time. 

Moxxie: She picks on Moxxie (much less cruel in the rewrite) because he’s the smallest and weakest imp she knows and where she grew up the weak get eaten. Surprisingly, she is also the most comfortable around Moxxie because of his lack of strength. She isn’t threatened by him at all, and has occasionally made jokes with him that weren’t at his expense. Other than that, she finds him mildly annoying most times. 

Millie: She likes Millie the most if she had to pick. Millie is genuinely kind and likes to ask Loona about her day and treats her like just another person. Still, Loona doesn’t trust it because there’s always some trick and Millie could easily kill her if she wanted (which will add drama during the DHORKS episode). Loona makes an effort to talk to Millie more than anyone (Blitzo aside because they live together) and they mostly only relate on anything concerning violence. 

AAAAAnd that's all i wanna do today had some really awful things happen recently so i mostly did this to keep my mind off it.