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lolhex12 · 11 months

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shin soukoku brainrot

disclaimer: all i know abt BSD is from watching the anime and countless tiktoks full of manga spoilers. that being said, i have no idea what's canon and what isn't or the details of what's happening in the manga.

in which atsushi can fully transform in tiger form at will (bc i'm a sucker for that)

- at the end of the current arc, the ada needs to give a member to the pm so, in a meeting where all ada and pm members are present, mori is looking directly at dazai bc as much as he would've preferred to have yosano, he can't bc of her agreed immunity.

dazai is distraught bc "why does only yosano have immunity? why would fukuzawa only protect her and not him? he'd rather die than go back to the pm!" everyone is shocked to see such a strong reaction from dazai bc that's the guy who can't be fazed by anything.

atsushi, seeing his mentor's distress, stands up: "uhm, i offer to switch over"

everyone's focus and shock shifts to him. why would sweet innocent atsushi want to switch to an organization that kills ppl (among other things)?

mori, with a raised eyebrow: "you....'offer'?"

atsushi: "i offer under one condition"

mori, intrigued: "do tell, kid"

atsushi: "i'll join the pm but i get to work only with akutagawa; join him on all his missions, like a permanent +1"

akutagawa's standing behind mori like 'wtf'. mori, amused, turns to akutagawa: "what's your opinion on this?"

akutagawa, composing himself with a cough: "ahm, his prospects look promising in terms of ability and skill. and... previous teamwork between the two of us has proven... effective..."

mori squints at his hesitation when chuuya butts in: "sir, if i may"

mori gives him the go-ahead. chuuya: "sir, i believe the white tiger would be a better pick than dazai, seeing how much more willing and cooperative he seems than someone who's deserted us before. if he left us once, what stops him from doing it again? all due respect and consideration, i believe we should opt for fresh blood here"

mori hums, thinking abt chuuya's words. he turns back to atsushi: "why are you offering to join the mafia, kid?"

atsushi: "to annoy akutagawa," he says with an exaggerated smile. mori starts laughing while everyone there's just like 'what? srsly?'

akutagawa, eye twitching: "sir, i take it back. his ability is shit and he has no skill at all"

mori: "declined. i've already made my decision. i feel like this will be as entertaining as the old double black, so i'll allow it." he turns back to atsushi: "welcome to the team, kid"

the meeting wraps up, atsushi goes to akutagawa to remind him how they're stuck together now and how he'll make sure akutagawa keeps his promise to him (abt not killing ppl for six months).

before mori leaves, he turns to dazai: "that kid may have saved you today, but next time i'll be more insistent on what i want and make sure i get it." a chill goes down dazai's spine at those words, as if he didn't already feel bad that atsushi basically sacrificed himself for him. the ada misses their tiger boy while said tiger's having the time of his life making akutagawa's life harder.

(the main reason atsushi insisted he exclusively worked with akutagawa is bc he knew he wouldn't have to kill anyone due to their promise. akutagawa is the safest option for atsushi to keep his integrity and morals clean if he had to join the pm)

- sskk who work together show up at meetings with akutagawa riding on atsushi's back in full tiger form. atsushi kneels when they reach akutagawa's chair, akutagawa then dismounts his tiger and waits for atsushi to de-transform so he can pull atsushi up and draw him a chair next to his. akutagawa makes sure atsushi sits down before him despite being his personal transportation method. (bc we love equality and respect like that) akutagawa rides his tiger only when he feels more sick than usual or when he wants to prove a point (that they're a power couple, as 'work partners' ofc <- #denial)

- once atsushi comes to prefer his full tiger form rather than human form, he'll go into meetings with akutagawa and sit down next to his leg with his head on akutagawa's lap, who will in turn pet him through the entire meeting and even when atsushi starts purring, no one dares comment on it bc they don't want to get their tongues cut off

- after a hard fight, akutagawa has a coughing fit and is so exhausted he passes out. atsushi then fully transforms into the white tiger and picks up akutagawa like a cat picks up her cub and places him on his back to get back to safety

- akutagawa sleeping curled up around his tiger. cuddly and comfy and warm

- someone, probably gin, hearing a bad coughing fit coming from akutagawa's room but when they go check they see atsushi sitting on akutagawa's bed, rubbing his back with a glass of water in his other hand, waiting until the cough subsides so his partner can drink it [after the current arc, ppl suspect akutagawa's cough would go away bc of the regen powers or whatever but i love angst so i left it in :) ]

just,,,,sskk being a power couple and atsushi having full control of his ability. he's just a big cat to me (and to akutagawa, who absolutely loves his feline partner)

again, i know very little abt the story and characters so pls don't come for me ><

#feel free to use these as prompts for fics if u want. just make sure u tag me so i can read it pls #sskk #shin soukoku #akutagawa x atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #nakajima atsushi #bungou stray dogs #bsd #headcanon #bsd headcanon #aku x atsu #i'm so upset. tiktok fully and single-handedly converted me into a sskk shipper. i didn't even know/like these characters at first??#AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABT THEM FML

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chelseeebe · 2 years

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complex.

wanted to write something sad abt steve n this was what just came out, it’s only short and i wrote it in like an hour but it had to come out.

complex - katie gregson-macleod was heavy inspiration for this.

the breakup hadn’t been the nicest of breakups, in fact it had ended rather suddenly after you’d had enough of sweeping his shit under the rug.

although you’d tried to be steve’s friend after the breakup, it was showing itself to be far too heartbreaking. having to watch him flirt with every moderately attractive woman that give him a modicum of attention was just cruel.

see, the problem with steve was that he was incapable of opening up to you. you’d heard vague stories about government labs and russian spies and you knew that steve was somehow involved, but whenever you’d question him about it, he’d brush you off. say it didn’t matter now.

but it did. it very clearly did. to you, it was obvious that steve needed therapy, or to even just speak to you about what was going on up there. but he wouldn’t, instead he’d block it all out with partying. choosing getting wasted over opening up.

and you were there to pick up the pieces, every, single, time. like the time when he got so hammered, he’d punched his dad in the face and got thrown out of his house. or perhaps the time when he’d had the bright idea to drive to your house after a party, crashing into the ditch just outside of your estate.

you were always there, taking him in, speaking to his insurance, hell, you even calmed his dad down enough to let him move back in.

but, that wasn’t enough. if you were going to be the maid to steve’s problems, you needed to at least know why he was acting like this. even just a hint of an explanation to his behaviour would have helped rationalise everything in your head.

the thing was, it’s not like steve didn’t talk about it. he spoke about it with his friends, the group of children he’d somehow accumulated over the years. and he spoke about it with nancy.

‘babe, you just.. you wouldn’t get it. and nancy, nancy was there, she went through everything i ever did, it’s just easier.. and i wanna protect you, you don’t need to hear about all that shit.’ he’d justify his actions to you.

and it worked, for about six months. but you were sick of it, sick of having to collect him, absolutely belligerent, from some high school party. sick of having to just smile and nod when he’d tell you he was going to see nancy. sick of having to clean up whatever mess he’d made the night before. it was fucking exhausting.

so, the day after one of steve’s worst performances, where he’d got far too wasted and decided to go missing for hours on end. you decided you were done, you couldn’t deal with it anymore.

‘steve.. steve! wake up!’ you nudged him awake, he was sprawled over your couch, his usual sleeping place when he’d come in drunk.

he groans, a hand shooting to cover his eyes, ‘christ, just give me five more minutes, i feel like shit.’

‘no, steve. i’m done. you need to get the fuck off of my couch and go somewhere else. i’m done.’ you stand above him, arms crossed over your midriff.

that had woke him up, ‘what? what do you mean? baby, i’m-i’m sorry, i just drank too much, you know how it is,’ he’s sat up now, running a hand through his messy hair.

‘yeah, well i’m sick of it steve. you need to get out of my house, find someone else to baby you because i’m not anymore.’ you gather his shoes, which he’d kicked off rather aggressively last night, and drop them in front of him.

‘are you serious? you’re breaking up with me?’ he looks up at you.

you refuse to meet his eyes, knowing that all he had to do was bat those eyelids and he could have you wrapped around his little finger once more.

‘yes, steve. that’s what done means. i’m done with you, i’m done with your bullshit and i’m done being the one running around cleaning up your mess.’

that last part wasn’t technically true, as you did now have to clean up the mess he’d made in your living room the night previous.

‘what the fuck? what the fuck?! you’re breaking up with me because i like to go out? you’re pathetic.’ he spits back at you, slipping his shoes on his feet.

suddenly, you’d felt brave enough to meet his gaze, until he stood up and immediately towered over you. it’s not that you were scared of him, but he had the height advantage over you and god knows he could be very intimidating.

choosing to just nod at his choice words, you had nothing left to say to the boy. anything you ever could have said to him was redundant, he didn’t want to hear it so he wouldn’t have.

you handed him his jacket and walked over to open your glossy front door.

this was the point it had actually clicked in his head that this wasn’t just another fight about his drinking habits, this was it.

‘i’m sorry, i didn’t mean that.. give me another chance and i swear i’ll get better, stop going out so much..’ he’d walked over to the door, practically begging you to change your mind.

‘goodbye steve. see you around, maybe.’ and with that you give him a slight push out of the door and shut it behind him with a slam.

you’d heard through your group of mutual friends that steve was now more out of control than ever. and it hurt. your heart twisted with every tale of his antics, knowing that he was now on his own to deal with the mess.

you had tried to salvage some kind of friendship with him, but it was useless. he wasn’t interested in ever being your friend.

through all of this though, steve had somehow found another girl to fall back on. another girl to take advantage of.

at robins birthday party, you’d tried to speak to him again. just a pleasant ‘hello, how are you?’ hoping to at least gauge how he was doing.

you were met with a stale faced glare from his new toy, it was apparent that he’d only told her about the bad parts of your relationship, choosing to skip the countless times you’d saved his ass from drowning.

‘i’m great, thanks.’ he snapped back.

yeah, you look it.

he looked terrible, his eyes were tired, his usually perfectly styled hair messy and overgrown. you debate quipping back but bite your tongue, there was no point in ruining robins birthday over arguing with your ex.

instead you chose to do what you had done for the entirety of yours and his relationship, smiled and ignored it.

he was no longer your problem. you were free, free from his pain, it was now his to try and decipher.

and eventually, you’d get over him. you’d stop loving the absolute mess of a man.

but he wasn’t sure that he’d ever stop loving you. the regret of losing the one person who had genuinely loved and cared for him played too heavy in his mind.

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things x you #steve harrington sad #mean!steve harrington

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dogt-eeth · 11 months

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Here's. That thing I did

I don't usually write so. Sorry if it's ooc! Also it has no title. (the plot is that Sonic is really upset and Tails is the only one who notices, which makes TAILS really upset. But it's mostly abt Tails. Takes place shortly after the end of the Metal Virus arc, slight divergence from canon becuz I didn't reread the comics beforehand)

Tails watched Sonic out of the corner of his eye. They were in a meeting with the rest of the Resistance, something about the clean-up efforts. The Metal Virus had just been eradicated, but they still had a lot of displaced Mobians and humans to relocate, and even more debris to sift through and clear out before they could really relax.

The meetings were really only trivial for Tails at this point since his task was always the same- build temporary shelters and help create or restore homes in areas G.U.N still refused to touch- and as such he wasn't really paying attention. He almost missed it then, when some volunteer rookie stirred at the far end of the room. They slammed the table, interrupting Amy's speech with a loud BANG that ricochetted through the large meeting space. The jolt of surprise caused Tails' fur to fluff up, and silence to fall as the rookie started shouting, how they were tired of cleaning, how the Resistance should be out there fighting, how Sonic had ruined everything by not "taking care" of Eggman when he had the chance, and look what good it did them. Tails' ears flattened against his head, and he stood up, too, to defend his brother (who repeatedly saved countless Mobian lives!), but Sonic deterred him with a hand on his shoulder and a gentle push to get him back into his seat. Amy then dragged the rookie out by the arm and the meeting was over.

"It's ok, Sonic." He whispered, almost conspiratorially. Because Sonic wasn't supposed to need help or have big, complex feelings. His foot tapped faster and he didn't quite meet Tails' eye.

Some volunteers shot a glance at Sonic as they walked by, equally split between those who seemed to agree with their upset teammate, and those who pitied their high-speed hero. Sonic, trying to save face, only stared at the far wall, reclining back and scratching his nose. His hand hadn't left Tails' shoulder yet, though the grip he was using was almost feather-light, as if Sonic was forcing himself to relax, something the fox kit mentally added to the list of tells slowly building in his mind. Only once everyone had filed out of the meeting room, bar Sonic, Tails, and their friends who had stuck around, did Sonic's grip tighten ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing for just a moment before returning to half-lidded annoyance. Tails' noted the rigid posture, the way Sonic had tucked his hand behind his head to try and smooth down his raised quills, the way his foot tapped under the table. Anyone would have assumed Sonic was simply annoyed. Maybe even a bit bored. But there was a small tremor- a crack only Tails recognized, through years of learning Sonic's mannerisms, and to Tails it was as glaring as the red alerts that he had programmed in his machines. Tails sighed through his nose, willing his fluffed up fuzz to return to normal. He rested his hand on Sonic's and leaned in so he could talk quietly.

"'Course it is." He shot back, only slightly louder than he needed to. Amy, who had wandered back into the room, glanced over at them, clearly worried. Sometimes Tails wished Sonic would be as easy to read as she was, if only so he had someone else to notice and help him.

Dodging her gaze with an ease learned from years of experience, Sonic cleared his throat and lowered his voice again. "Why wouldn't it be ok?"

Tails' breathing stuttered. Wasn't that the question of the century. That wasn't exactly what Tails would have described it as. How could he possibly say that it was ok that Sonic had been missing for six months, only to be thrust back into the midst of a global war, to think that he could have ended it all with Mr. Tinker but chose not to and be forced to watch the consequences build in real time. How was it ok that Sonic had to run from everyone, that he couldn't do anything but watch as Eggman polluted the planet, that Sonic couldn't even take a minute to rest, that it had been that way for months, relentlessly, and that they only barely stopped it. They were used to skin-of-their-teeth escapes, but nothing like this. Tails would sometimes lie awake at night knowing how Sonic must've blamed himself, and- worse- how many people, Mobians and humans alike, blamed him almost as much. And sometimes, when he really couldn't rest, Tails was left wondering if Sonic really kept believing that the virus wouldn't have won as it got worse. But sure. Of course it'd be ok.

Sonic noticed Tails' mind racing and nudged him out of his stupor. "C'mon, lighten up." His voice lacking any of the usual pep or energy.

Tails turned and met Sonic's gaze, cold like steel. It sent a shiver down his spine. "Sonic-" he started.

But Sonic had already stood up. He stretched, ruffling Tails' hair. He spoke louder this time, voice carrying through the room and dripping with false emotion. "Good talk, bud. But really, don't worry about it, 'kay? Amy'll show that punk a thing or two for me, right Ames?" He turned to her and smiled, to which Amy rolled her eyes and laughed, muttering a 'yeah, sure' that Tails barely heard over the pounding in his ears. Sonic winked then backed towards the door, glancing away when Tails lightly shook his head. "Well," he said, stretching again, "I'm gonna head out. Go for a jog, see if I can't find any leftover bots while I'm at it. See ya!" He said, before racing off.

Tails jumped up, shouting "Wait!" and reaching for his brother, but his hand only passed through the afterimage Sonic left in his wake. His fists clenched at his sides and he breathed harshly out of his nose.

The silence in the meeting room stretched on as Tails watched the dust settle back to the floor, Sonic's titular blue blur fading from his vision and his own namesakes beating the air in tandem. He suppressed an urge to growl, instead scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows. He could feel the eyes of his friends staring at him and it made the fur along his spine raise.

"Sooo," Amy said, after a minute of silence broken only by Tails' fluttering, "he seemed to take that pretty well!"

Tails' fur fluffed up again and he shouted, throwing his arms into the air, before hunching in on himself and storming back to his lab.

#erm. helloo #sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #amy makes a cameo appearance but. shes not rlly a Big Player in the story #twigz writes #ig?#idk if this is any good but. djdjdjfn

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flowertot-s · 3 years

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*surprise shawty!!*

How would Cove help take care of a sick MC? Or just an MC who’s feeling down in one way or another? Please and thank you ♥️♥️♥️

its been a minute whoopsie daisies, gonna try and get back into the swing of writing for like the fifth time in six months lmao

cove comfort headcanons inbound for my fave

cove is awkward and clunky just. in general, we know this

its a little hard for him to immediately know how to comfort you cause he doesn’t have great instincts or intuition when it comes to that kind of thing

and so he may accidentally cause more harm than good in times like these (case in point; the talks moment from step 3 if you ask him to leave you alone for a while)

his style of comfort depends entirely on the situation but can be split into three main situations: you’re sick, you’re depressed, and you’re having an argument

sick comfort:

personal nurse cove incoming

lets be real here he has no idea what the hell he’s doing

will absolutely freak out and be dramatic over it when its not even a big deal

tbh he’s probably more worried than you are right now

if you’re cold/flu sick he’ll bring you blankets, soup, hot/cold compresses, anything your little heart desires, he also will absolutely kiss and cuddle you despite your warnings that he’ll catch whatever you have

he insists he’s just built different

spoiler alert he’s not and now HE’S the one who needs comfort

if you’re sick in the stomach, throwing up, nauseous, hungover, or you have some kind food poisoning he won’t even hesitate to hold your hair back while you puke into the toilet

he’s surprisingly not an empathetic vomiter so he won’t even flinch while cleaning up puke, what a man

he’ll brush your hair to make you feel less gross and will be at your beck and call for absolutely anything and everything

will INSIST that you eat like he’s a nursemaid or some shit, no matter how hard you try to argue (and hey, if you chuck it all back up you get to say “i told you so”)

overall, mediocre nurse but a very good teddy bear 9.5/10

depressed comfort:

cove doesn’t really. Get how to comfort someone who’s depressed

i don’t see him as the kind of person to struggle with this kind of thing and so he doesn’t necessarily really know how to comfort you right off the bat

may or may not do something absolutely stupid and upset you even more but please forgive him, he’s trying his best and has nothing but good intentions

if you want your space he’ll give it to you but he’ll always send you messages just to check up on you, may even just sit outside your door or in another room till you want to see him

if you want him to comfort you he absolutely will, but if you don’t want him to talk please say so or else he’ll jabber your ear off (very good for if you want to distract yourself though)

you won’t even have to lift a finger, he’s doing whatever you need him to do before you can even ask

he’s more of an Acts Of Service love language kind of guy in my head, he’s more about showing that he loves you through his actions rather than his words (cove suffers chronic Foot-in-Mouth disorder) and so he’s usually showing that he cares about you through his actions while you’re in a funk

overall, he’s not great at dealing with this at first but once he gets the hang of it he’s a natural

argument comfort:

this one is. a little complicated

cove tends to kind of shut down during arguments and so it can kind of come across like he’s being dismissive of you or trying to ignore what you have to say

he’s not trying to come across that way, but unfortunately he never knows how to deal with these kinds of situations and so instead of fighting or fleeing, he just straight up freezes

he might accidentally lash out but it’s not because he’s mad, he’s just stressed out and anxious at this whole sitch

he doesn’t deal with arguments very well because of his parent’s track record but is determined to do better by you

after the yelling stops it can go one of two ways;

1. you try to make up with him and talk it through, which cove definitely prefers over option 2. he’ll be as physically affectionate as you’re comfortable with and is constantly reassuring you that he hears you and that your feelings are valid

2. you can’t reach a resolution and don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him. this absolutely breaks his heart but he does understand why. if you lock yourself in the bedroom he’ll sleep outside like a dog until you decide you want to start talking again. overall, he’s not happy about it but he’s respectful of your boundaries and receptive to what you need in the moment

damn i could defs write some more headcanons abt cove and arguments if u want em lmao

#it’s been so long since i’ve used these tags oml #good to be back besties #our life #our life beginnings & always #ol:ba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #saf writes #headcanons

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wqk-k · 3 years

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Obey Me Brother react to an idol!MC

hi this is my first set of headcanons for the brothers 👉👈 i apologize if the brothers are ooc in this, though i tried my best jksajdufhj. i hope you enjoy!

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Warning(s): Cursing

Reader Pronouns: They/Them (4A)

Background: MC is a very popular idol in their world, best known for their impressive singing skills, music and the amount of rewards they have recieved because of their talents. Surprisingly, they aren’t only popular in their world, but in the Devildom and Celestial Realm as well.

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Lucifer

since lucifer didnt actually read who you were on the paper that had blown to his feet, he had no idea you were an idol at first

but after couple days at RAD, he noticed that random demons kept coming up to you in between classes and didnt leave until the next class started

most of them had come up to you with a pen and some paper asking for your autograph

he was just like ???

after a while of this happening luci decided to just ask you straight up why they were coming up to you like that and you had told him you were an idol back in the human realm

that explains it

he honestly doesnt mind

if people start hating on you in public, he’ll honestly just shoot them a death glare and it works

so damn well

he got too much pride to deal with those underlings

if you start working on music/mv projects that you left off on in the human realm (like shooting mv or singing) he will absolutely rent you a recording booth or fuck, even a whole ass theatre if you needed it

sometimes he likes to sit in the recording booth and listen to you sing for a bit before returning to his stacks of mammon’s bills

v proud of you dont get him wrong

but he will make sure you’ve done all your homework first LMAO 🛌

Mammon

when mammon first found out you were an idol he started digging through boxes that had been in his closet

after what seemed like hours he finally found the box he was looking for and he started to dig through it

he pulled out an old camera that levi gave him a couple hundred years ago bc he said he didnt need it

mammon had the best idea ever, he could sell pictures of you to your fans for at least 10,000 grimm each.

surprisingly it worked

like really well

so well that you found out

you confronted him about it, saying that you find hella uncomfy with him snapping pictures of you at random times. not only that but it was an invasion of your privacy

despite him earning so much grimm, he agrees to stop but keeps some of the pictures to himself to look at when he misses you

if you get hate in public he’ll turn into his demon form and scare the person away, maybe scaring you in the procees but apologizes right away if he does

if you start working on music/mv projects he’ll offer to help you shoot mvs or record you singing if you need the help

just make sure he gets some credit for helping you

but he genuinely thinks you look amazing in anything, like anything

you could be wearing a big bird cosplay and he’ll think you look breathtaking

gets you to model w him sometimes

Leviathan

wait you look really familiar

really really familiar

you almost look and sound like that one really popular human idol that hes simped for time and time again

wait

oh shit

v embarrassed when he finds out it is actually you and gets really nervous when hes talking to you

is the demon asking for your autograph

but you have no idea how much power you have over this man

you could tell him to come out of his room and he’d come out with ease, no protesting, no nothing

may ask you to record a ringtone for him for when he wakes up

even after months of you two knowing each other, he still gets flustered when you start talking to him with your stupid cute ass eyes and your perfect hair and your perfect voice and your perfect-

yeah you get the point AKJSDKLASFBG

if you get hate in public he will deadass growl at the person before escorting you to your favorite ice cream place

if you start working on music/mv projects he will be by your side 24/7

he wants to see the god/ess themselves at work

hes like your personal butler for the time youre working on the projects and its adorable

hes bby

Satan

when he finds out youre an idol he will 100% voulenteer to help you write lyrics for your next song

but besides that, like luci, he really doesnt mind

he hears some other demons talking shit about you after art class and he’ll be angy as usual, but after stomping off and accidentally bumping into you he just

turned into puddy??

idk what it was but it was something abt they way your hair was a lil messed up and looking at him like that wish a small embarrassed look

just wow

every ounce of anger just evaporated while you apologized over and over again because the face he was making made him look like he was angry for some reason

when he snaps back into reality he says its cool but then asks if youd like to go to the library w him because honestly youre his safe haven now

sometimes he asks you to hum a tune for him when hes reading

if the demons start hating again, you may need to hold him back KJASNDJFG

if you start working on music/mv projects, again, will voulenteer for helping with lyrics

if you already have the lyrics down he’ll review them and give constructive critisisim if needed

or he’ll just write every lyric himself and you can judge it after hes done

Asmodeus

is not surprised at all

hes actually heard some of your songs and damn id he doesnt have them on his “on repeat” playlist on devilfy

he thinks you have an outstanding voice, not only that but youre a gorgeous lookin thing

asmo likes to hit on you a lot because he likes to see that flustered look on your face but he would never over your boundaries

he wouldnt want to be over the internet bc he made one of the most praised artists in devildom (thats not even a demon) angry

asmo doesnt want to be cancelled yet JKSJKDGFUA

but seriously, he thinks youre amazing

like really amazing

there like no lust involved in his admiration for you he just geniunely thinks youre cool

but he does think you look amazing 24/7

will ask you to model things for him for devilgram

if you get hate in public, he’ll hold your hands and shower you with compliments and tells you to ignore them

if you start working on music/mv project he will insist on doing backup vocals or being a backup dancer

or like the head backup dancer or whatever theyre called

is like your personal stylist wherever you go as well

along with that he can also help you come up with a beat for your song if you need one, he is more than happy to help someone like you

Beelzebub

he honestly thinks youre really cool

asmo showed him one of your songs before and thought it sounded really catchy

not only that, you sounded beautiful, almost like you were actually from the celestial realm, consider him a fan

so when you showed up for the new exchange program he was surprised but got really giddy

was one of the demons who asked for your autograph

you gave him a sweet smile after he asked and he just- melted

man down man down

will want to spend lost of time with you and take you to ristorante six on fridays as his treat

you usually end up paying though which he feels really guilty about but you tell him its fine

youre an idol who is loaded to the chest, youve got nothing to lose KLSKADJHF

if you get hate in public he’s also the type to death glare but people dont really hate on you in public when youre w him bc he has a naturally scary aura

lowkey thought you wouldnt like him at first :(

if you start working on mv/music projects he’ll start cooking you meal and making sure you get enough water

will absolutely cook your favorite meal- or any meal in fact- if you request it

if you dont request anything he’ll just wing it and make something he think you’ll like kjskdhsf

Belphegor

couldnt care less 🧍

he thinks your voice is pretty nice tho

hears beel listening to your music once and agrees w him on you having a really nice voice

lowkey sing him to sleep

like its super cute

plus he thinks youre gorgeous?? like wow you rlly pretty

once tried rubbing your face bc he thought you were wearing makeup but when nothing came up on his thumb he muttered a small “wow” and hugged you

it was the cutest thing ever ohmy god KJSJDSIF

ever since that day hes obtained a habit of rubbing your face when he finds you stunning or at random moments

if you get hate in public he will literally murder the person?? but in like an alleyway or something

he’ll say something like “wait here” and walks toward a dark area to do his thang

when he comes back he’s covered in this red shit and you worry for him but he just glosses over it and takes you into a pillow shop LMAO

he is v protective over you

if you start working on mv/music projects he’ll occasionally help out but most of the time he’s sleeping so he doesnt really care

sometimes he’ll give beat/lyric suggestions or help flim the mv but thats it 🧍

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#obey me!#obey me #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years

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For bthb what abt a flash back of TK’s first overdose? it seems like he’s had that happen before

holly's august extravaganza day 11: start again from the beginning

not sure if this is exactly what you wanted anon, but i hope you like it anyway!

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: flashbacks

ao3 | 1.1k | pre-canon to episode 1, drug abuse, overdose, flashbacks, implications of suspected suicide, alternating time lines

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. Some might call it a father’s intuition—there are, after all, numerous reasons why someone newly-engaged might be running late—but the hard truth is that they’ve been here before.

Owen sits a few more moments at his desk, trying to convince himself that he’s wrong, that TK is going to walk in any second now. But he doesn’t appear, and, besides, TK is usually fairly punctual—certainly never this late. This is something he’s never done before.

Except once.

Owen taps his foot, checking his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes. TK is supposed to be meeting him for dinner, or was, twenty minutes ago. It’s entirely possible that he’s forgotten, but Owen has sent him enough messages asking where he is for that to become a non-issue. Equally, he could have been delayed at the Academy, but as time ticks on, Owen becomes less and less certain in his convictions on that.

He hasn’t missed TK becoming more distant lately. He supposes that’s what comes with a kid growing up and moving out, but it’s more than that, he knows it is. Teenage rebellion wasn’t enough to describe TK’s outbursts at that age, and adult independence doesn’t even begin to cover whatever’s going on now.

With a heavy sigh, Owen pulls out his phone and calls the lieutenant in command—he’s not above using his own position to get information on his son.

“This is Anderson.”

“Anderson, it’s Strand. I was just wondering if you were still in session at the Academy.”

Anderson sighs, his raised eyebrow practically audible. “Owen, if you’re calling to ask about TK, just say so,” he says. “You’re not subtle.”

Owen winces—he supposes it is pretty obvious. He keeps his silence, which seems to be confirmation enough for Anderson, not that he ever really needed it.

“Please don’t make a habit of doing this, but just this once, I can tell you that TK didn’t show up today.”

He freezes, a cold dread washing through him. “He call in sick or something?” he asks, swallowing, hoping against hope for an affirmative.

Another sigh. “Nope, not a peep. Whenever you do see him, do me a favour and tell him that kind of behaviour won’t fly, not now and definitely not in the future.”

“Sure thing,” Owen says tightly. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t know what’s going on with his son, but it can’t be anything good. The erratic behaviour, the standoffish-ness, and now this… It doesn’t make any sense.

He heads off to TK’s apartment like a shot, his bad feeling growing with each passing second.

When TK doesn’t open the door, Owen’s suspicions are all but confirmed. Part of the curse of being a firefighter is becoming a very light sleeper, so he would have heard the banging even if he were asleep. And there’s no way he stayed over at Alex’s; it’s too far away, plus, according to TK, they haven’t met up there in months. It’s fishy, if you ask him, but TK never does.

Owen doesn’t waste any time calling the crew down—he knows what’s happening now, and if he’s wrong… Well, then he’s wrong and TK will be fine.

But Owen’s pretty sure he’s right.

Even so, despite the familiarity of the scene, despite the fact that he knew it was coming, Owen’s breath is still stolen from him when they break into the apartment and find TK face down on the floor.

He doesn’t think he starts breathing again until TK does.

A team of paramedics is already at the apartment when Owen gets there. One of the firefighters accompanying them blocks the doorway, preventing him from entering, but Owen sees enough for the final pieces in this ugly jigsaw to come together.

Pills scattered across the floor. TK’s roommates with pinprick pupils, their blinks slow as they passively watch the chaos in front of them. And TK, spread-eagled on the ground, an ambu bag over his face and a paramedic performing compressions on his chest.

His son is overdosing.

Owen feels frozen, trapped in a nightmare as memories of the past few months—years, even—flash through his mind. The acting out, the pulling back, the strange moods… They were all signs, all happening right under his nose.

And he missed every single one.

He watches on fearfully as the paramedics administer Narcan, as the room goes quiet save for the hiss of the ambu bag. Each second in which TK remains still, his chest unmoving, feels like an eternity, and Owen’s heart beats frantically in his chest as he waits, and waits.

Owen Strand is not a praying man, but today he sends pleas up to any god who might be listening for TK to be given another chance.

And, somehow, by the grace of god—or, more accurately, a team of paramedics—it works. TK gasps back to life, his eyes flying wide and his chest heaving, and Owen almost collapses in relief.

He takes careful note of the shame in his son’s eyes when he jumps in the back of the ambulance, but he doesn’t remark on it. There will be a time for difficult conversations and remedial actions later; right now, Owen has to be there for his son.

Something, he’s beginning to realise, that he’s failed to do for a long time.

TK is released from hospital by nightfall, on the proviso that he has someone to watch over him for the next couple of days. That’s no problem—Owen has no intentions of letting TK out of his sight for the foreseeable whether he likes it or not. Though, right now, TK seems entirely indifferent on the matter, and on everything else.

He’d answered the doctor’s questions with short, one-word responses, just barely avoiding a psych eval and a stay in the mental ward. Owen is grateful for that, at least, but there is a part of him that wonders.

Wonders what could have caused TK to throw away years of sobriety, to go so far as to— Well. He doesn’t know that TK intended for it to end the way it did, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought it. Given what he does know about the situation—which, admittedly, isn’t much—and about TK’s history, it’s not a stretch to believe that last night might have been something of a final straw.

Whatever the case, it’s abundantly clear that Owen has, once again, failed. Something has to change, and this time, it has to be something big.

Deputy Chief Radford’s card is burning a hole in his pocket, and suddenly Owen knows what he has to do.

#bad things happen bingo #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk strand #owen strand #lone star #911ls #holly's august extravaganza #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing #anonymous

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seokiie · 4 years

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𝘉𝘛𝘚' 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

A/N: ok so these reactions are really long lmfao (shortened for your scrolling pleasure) they're more like drabbles than reactions and I deadass think I got the definition of flirt wrong cuz these are way more sexual than they should be;; also can we talk abt how well Hobi’s gif matches the reaction ok bye

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Namjoon:

Namjoon was not the jealous type and you knew that. But you could tell he was getting a little more annoyed and frustrated than usual. At first, you weren't quite sure what was getting his panties in a twist. Then you realized how much time Taehyung was spending around you.

It was a dinner party and Taehyung had offered to accompany you while you mingled with the sophisticated guests. Who were you to decline? Of course, you didn't think much of it when he puts his arm around you and pulls you close to his body. He was warm and he smelt so, so good. Like... like a sweet, hunky, ginger smell, or maybe even warm milk.

More than once while you were talking to people, someone would compliment how the two of you looked good together. He'd always cut you off with a laugh when you were about to correct them. You didn't think too much about that either.

Or when another group was giving a formal speech on stage. You'd sat between Taehyung and Namjoon. You were so focused on the heartwarming speech that you barely noticed when Tae's hand found a spot to rest on your upper thigh. Right above where your fitted dress stopped. You also failed to notice the way Namjoon was giving you the death stare.

What happened later that evening seemed to push Namjoon over the edge, you think.

You'd gotten fairly tipsy, thanks to Taehyung. You learned that he'd picked up a new hobby in drinking wine. He wanted you to try his favorite flavors and god, does that man have taste. You weren't too drunk. You could still walk and think relatively straight. But by this point, you were ready to go home.

"Taehyungiiie, wheres Namjoon? I need- I think its time for me to go home." Your hand rests on his shoulder as you get up from your seat.

"I haven't seen him since the speech. He's probably busy. Do you want me to take you back to the dorm? I don't want you traveling alone tonight." You nod and he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand feeling hot where it rests.

Tae's just about to lead you to the exit when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn around immediately. Its Namjoon. At the sight of him, you're released from Taehyungs grasp and you sprint to him as fast as you can in wedges.

"Where were you two going?" He sounds passive but there's a slight hint of hostility in his voice.

"_____ couldn't find you and she wanted to go home. But you're here now so you should take care of her." You can't quite tell if Taehyungs smile is real or fake. Before you can even evaluate it, he's walking back to the party with his hands in his pockets.

You also don't think too much about that. That is, until Namjoon has you back at the dorm and he's pushing you against the wall before the lights are even on.

"Were you doing that on purpose? Huh? Because I don't get jealous you decided to test my patience?" You can't see how close he is, but you can sure feel it. The wine in your system only making the situation feel hotter than it actually is.

"Since you decided to torment me this evening, how about I torment you for the rest of the night and make sure you can't walk tomorrow?"

Jin:

As you had never been to an after-party before, you had clung to Jin like your life depended on it. And considering you didn't know anyone there (besides the other six members), you had felt especially lost when Jin excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you to wander around the nicely decorated venue.

"_____?" At the moment you were sitting alone at the little bar area, but the sound of your name makes you turn around.

"What're you doing drinking alone? Hyung left you?" It was Hoseok. Somehow, you were thankful to finally see someone you knew.

"He's in the bathroom right now. He doesn't like it when I drink too much so I'm trying to down as many shots before he gets back." You give him a smile.

"I'm sure he wouldn't want you disobeying him like this. How about dancing with me instead of trying to get as drunk as possible?" You don't get the chance to respond before he's taking the shot glass from your hand and dragging you to the dance floor by your wrist.

Usually, you'd be too flustered to dance in front of so many people much less with the likes of Hobi, but the alcohol had just loosened you up just enough to match his rhythm.

"You dance better than I thought, _____." His breath is hot against your neck as he murmurs into your ear, trying to talk over the heavy bass. His hands leave traces of heat on your hips while he pulls you close.

Rocking against Hoseok, you lose track of time and forget that Jin must be out of the bathroom by now. In your defense, Hobi was a really good dancer. Like, really good. The way he guided your hips against his caused heat to stir in your lower abdomen. The shots you'd taken a few songs prior made your body move with a sudden fluidity.

At some point within the sixth or seventh song, you found that maybe you were getting a little too worked up. The feeling of Hoseok's cock rubbing against you through his finely tailored dress pants made your insides rearrange more and more the longer you danced against him. If you didn't excuse yourself right now, you were gonna do something you'd regret.

Jin watches you from afar, a smirk playing at his lips. He watches as you pull away from Hoseok and he knows that look on your face. That parted lip, clouded eyed expression. It's a face he's seen so many times on so many occasions. When you start to walk towards the bathroom, he follows suit.

The bathroom is quite a distance away. The hallway leading to it is long and reminds you of something straight out a horror movie. While lost in thought, you don't notice the presence approaching you from behind, said presence then grabbing your arm and pushing your back firmly against the wall. A surprised grunt turns into a moan when his thigh presses against your heat through the sheer dress you're wearing.

"You looked like you had fun dancing with Hoseok." It's Jin. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to meet his furious eyes.

You open your mouth to respond but the words are caught in your throat. Jin's got you trapped, a hand on either side of the wall next to you. Anticipation and guilt washed throughout your body as he gets closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"I don't care who you dance with, drink with, have sex with. But remember who you always come home to, babygirl."

Jimin:

Jimin had been rather cold to you recently. Of course, he had a very busy schedule and you knew that, but you wished he'd at least return your texts. Luckily, one Friday out of every month, Namjoon invited you over to the dorm for movie night. You took this opportunity to get back at Jimin.

Since there were so many people for such a small area, you usually took a cramped seat on top of Jimin's lap on the one person sofa. But today, you decided to take a seat on Namjoon's lap instead. He was sitting the closest from Jimin and you wanted to make sure he heard everything.

When you finally settle down amidst Namjoon's thighs, you can feel not only Namjoon's eyes but Jimin's as well, their confused stares boring through you.

"Uh, don't you usually-" You cut Namjoon's words off with a 'shhh, it's starting' and he gives a nervous glance to Jimin.

You're laughing at a particularly funny part when Namjoon's hands squeeze your waist, asking for your attention. You turn your head to look at him in response.

"_____, don't move so much when you laugh." He says it quietly so no one can hear him besides you.

"Am I blocking the screen too much? Sorry." You turn back to the TV and shift your hips back slightly, milking a vulgar growl from somewhere deep in his throat. You hear it, and feel it and you know Jimin hears it too with the way his head snaps to his right.

You don't look at him but you can feel the way Jimin stares into the side of your face. The look he's giving you makes you nervous, but you push farther. Knowing Jimin's eyes are still on you, you let your head roll back and rest on Joon's shoulder. It's an awfully seductive move and you hear Jimin scoff beside you and turn back to look at the TV.

The movie is about to end when Jimin speaks up for the first time all night.

"We're out of popcorn. _____, can you come with me to get more." It's not a question, but an order. An order that has you scrambling to your feet and following closely behind him. He leads you into the empty kitchen, completely silent while he puts another bag of popcorn into the microwave. The tension is enough to set your nerves on fire. When there's a familiar popping sound coming from the microwave, Jimin finally starts to talk.

"Listen, baby. I know exactly what you're trying to do, and you'll need to try a lot harder." He crosses his arms, leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at you, eyes darker than they once were.

"I know I've been distant lately." He stalks towards you like he's about to pounce on his prey. "Since I have a break this weekend, I was planning on rewarding you for being so patient."

"But I think punishment suites you much, much better."

Yoongi:

"Have you seen Yoongi?" You were sitting in the dorms living room scrolling through your phone when you notice Jungkook enter from down the hall.

He turns to look at you before responding. "No. What's up?"

"He's supposed to give me one of his signature back massages but I can't find him." You stuff your phone in your pocket and cross your arms, looking at the only other person in the room with a raised eyebrow.

"You shouldn't be sitting here by yourself and he might not be back for a while. If you come to my room, I'll give you a back massage ten times better than anything Yoongi could do." He grants a warm smile and your aching shoulders compel you to accept his offer.

It feels innocent enough, the way Jungkook has you laying face down on his bed as he straddles your lower body. His thumbs press into your tense muscles and almost immediately you feel your body relax into the bedsheets.

"Woahh..." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "That's, wow, that's really good, Jungkook. Fuck."

"Aah, seriously? To be completely honest, I didn't think I'd be qualified to give you such a good massage-" His fingers press down hard and when your body cracks, a sigh of relief and pleasure slips past your tongue. "-but hearing you moaning below me has really changed my mind."

You're not sure whether you should laugh or embrace the way your body tingles at those words.

"Does this feel good? Here?" Your bones crack again as he presses his fingers harder into your skin and you let out a particularly loud plaint that's muffled by the bedsheets.

"Wah, I'm definitely going to remember the sounds you're making for later tonight. Music to my ears." You actually do laugh this time, tilting your head to the side so you weren't being suffocated by the sheets.

The longer Jungkook is working on your back and shoulders, the more relaxed you feel and the louder you get. It's only when the bedroom door opens that the fingers making you feel so good stop moving.

"Thought I heard your voice, _____." Yoongi is leaning in the doorway, eyes taking in the sight in front of him. "What exactly is going on here?"

Both you and Jungkook stay quiet, knowing just how bad the situation looks. When one of you are about to pipe up, Yoongi interrupts.

"Nevermind. I don't even want to know." He walks towards the both of you. "Jungkook. Out."

Jungkook gives a staggered and confused look to you then back to Yoongi before sliding off your body.

"Did this hyung just kick me out of my own room? Ah, seriously." The maknae curses under his breath before shutting the door behind him.

When the two of you are finally alone, Yoongi sits on the edge of the bed and turns his head to look at you.

"You couldn't wait until I got home? You're a bad girl." He has a smirk on his lips and it eases your worry of him being angry.

"My back was hurting. You wouldn't text me back so I assumed you wouldn't be home till late." You start to sit up so you can get more adjacent to the man next to you, but his hand moves to your shoulder, slowly pushing you back down as he crawls over you.

"So you had Jungkook take care of you?" You don't move out of pure anticipation and he laughs, tilting your chin up.

"You know none of the other members can make you feel as good as I can, baby. So why bother running to them instead? To be honest, it looks like I need to teach you some manners."

Hoseok:

You had just come back from the mall with a couple of your friends when Hoseok called you over to the dorm to help with cooking. You didn't have a need to change out of your current outfit, a cropped hoodie and high waisted shorts, but now that you were in the kitchen next to Yoongi and had four guys staring at you, you wished you changed into something more modest.

The outfit wasn't necessarily revealing but you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your ass look delicious.

"The food looks especially good tonight, right Kookie?" Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung had all taken seats at the kitchen island, eyes lingering on you as you and Yoongi worked alongside each other to make his special ramen.

"Mmm, it does, Jimin. I want a piece so bad." The maknae practically growls and you turn around to offer the three men a plastic smile.

"If you want to eat 'so bad', you oughta be patient." Tae glances behind you before grinning widely.

"______, how are we suppose to eat soon when you keep distracting the chef?" He points to something behind you and when you turn you see Yoongi giving you bedroom eyes.

"You too?!" You hit Yoongi with a spatula you had in your hand and he quickly offers a not so sincere apology through chuckles.

As if on queue, Hoseok appears from down the hallway. He must've been in his studio.

"Yah! What're you all staring at. Do you have any idea how to treat a woman?" Hobi scolds the younger members, his facial expression not 100% serious. You give a laugh and finish up with cooking.

When the food is finished, you wash your hands and excuse yourself to the bathroom down the hall, leaving everyone else to set the table and serve the food.

You're just about to wash up and leave when someone barges in, shutting and locking the door behind themselves.

"Hobi? What're you doing?" The bathroom isn't particularly big. When you turn around to face him, he picks up by your thighs and places you on the counter beside the sink.

"I could ask you the same thing. When you're dressed like that, I just wanna make sure the boys don't get any ideas." He plays with the button on your shorts before dragging the zipper down and shimmying the tight garments down your thighs. When those wicked shorts that Hoseok loved but hated with a passion were discarded onto the bathroom floor, he leaves a trail of kisses up your inner thigh, biting ever so slightly and intending to leave marks for everyone to see.

"Ah, you-you'll miss dinner." You sigh as Hoseok's tongue gets dangerously close to your heat, the only thing stopping him being the thin panties you'd worn today.

"My dinners right here, baby." He looks up at you with desire and want in his eyes.

"I'm not sure if you've caught on, but I'm going to edge you on this counter till you're screaming my name and everyone in this dorm knows who you belong to."

Jungkook:

"Aish, I don't deserve these compliments. I could've done better on stage today." Jimin looks at his reflection through the camera and brushes his fingers through his hair. Jimin was currently on v-live. He had requested you stay by his side for the duration of the live, something about your company being able to calm his nerves. You accepted, of course. But you opted to stay just barely out of frame, so the millions of viewers could only hear your voice.

"Jiminie! Don't say that. You did well!" You pat him on the shoulder and after he responds with a toothy grin.

"You know just what to say to cheer me up, _____." You can feel the way Jimin stares daggers through the side of your head when the words leave his mouth.

God, you pray he's not pulling this shit again.

You don't have a hard time ignoring the unrelenting glances, but when his hand finds its way to your thigh, slowly caressing the area before giving you a light squeeze, yeah. That's when it gets hard to ignore.

Jimin's hand stays on your thigh, kneading your bare skin like it was some sort of stress ball. You're so lucky you can barely be seen on screen, the way you were fidgeting under his grasp was a dead give away.

"______, can you read out some questions for me to answer?" You give a terse nod before realizing no one can see you.

"Yes, ah-" At that moment, you feel Jimins hand drifting towards your inner thigh, gripping you gently and pulling your leg towards him. The action advertently opens your legs and it nearly makes you choke on your spit.

"Yeah, I-I'll read a few questions for, uh, for you."

Jungkook hated this, hated jimin (although he did say that a lot). He knew Jimin had the tendency to flirt heavily with the people around him. It was a well-established joke but doing this sort of thing in front of fans? Wasn't this a little too far?

He'd only wanted to tune in for a few minutes of the v-live before going to bed, but ended up staying a bit longer when he noticed what was going on behind the scenes.

The way Jimin was staring at something outside the frame, the arm moving just barely out of the camera view and the way you couldn't get your sentences out without stuttering over a gasp.

Suddenly, he was regretting letting you help Jimin with his v-live and he intended to fix his very clear mistake.

Jimin was telling a childhood story when there's a knock at the door. He interrupts himself to say 'it's open' then clapping happily at the sight of Jungkook entering.

"I'm not staying." Jungkook glances at Jimin before his eyes settle on you. "Can I borrow _____ for a second?"

With the way the younger boy is looking down at you, you know you've seriously fucked up

"Sure, I'm almost done anyway. Oh, and Kookie..." Jungkook's already taken your hand and is leading you out of the room when Jimin speaks up once more.

"...don't be too rough on her, I was just teasing." Jungkook scowls at the hyung before closing the door roughly behind himself.

You want to ask him what the issue is but you don't even get the chance to open your mouth before the younger boy is pushing you flush against Jimin's closed studio door. When your back makes contact with the door, there's a loud bang and you're pretty sure Jungkook pushed you hard enough to make the whole wall shake.

"Here? Ah, Kookie, no-" His mouth is on your neck, sucking gently as his hand slips past the waistband of your shorts. This wasn't exactly the best place to have sex. Right outside Jimin's door was the hallway which led to the other members' studios.

"Seems like Jimin worked you up quite a bit, _____." You're embarrassed at how wet the situation makes you and the way Jungkook's fingers are teasing your clit doesn't help one bit.

"We can't, h-holy shit, we can't do this here. Some-someone'll hear." You can barely think straight, your body wrapped up in pleasure as Jungkook slowly fucks you with two of his fingers.

When he responds, his voice is in your ear, an indescribable feeling in his tone that you've never heard before.

"Since you wanna be a slut on Jimin's live, how about I fuck the life out of you against his door for everyone to hear?"

Taehyung:

The vocal line was doing an interview while you, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi watched behind the scenes.

You'd been helping by passing out water bottles to the staff but since they were about to wrap up with recording, you and the three other men were watching from the sidelines. At some point during the last thirty minutes, Yoongi's arm had found its way around your waist, his hand playing with the belt loops on your jeans.

"Wait, wait, wait. Can we stop for a minute?" The interviewer stops speaking and everyone's focus turns to the PD who was talking. "Taehyung, you look really mad, can you fix your facial expression, please?"

The rest of the vocal line would laugh and you would, too, not knowing that Tae's fierce expression was your fault.

"My bad." You swear you see his eyes flicker to you, a grimace on his face before his facial features soften up. Odd.

As the recording comes to an end, Yoongi's still playing with your belt loops the only difference is his pointer and middle finger slip past your waistband, his thumb rubbing circles into the area of skin covered by your shirt. You're not gonna lie, the way he's touching you seems innocent enough but it does far more than just distract you. You don't even notice when he leans over to whisper something in your ear.

"Do you see Jungkooks face?" He had a grin playing at his lips and when you turn to see what he's talking about you break into laughter.

"Why does he look like that? He looks like he's being possessed." Yoongi laughs along with you.

Taehyung sees it all and he's everything but happy. Seeing the way Yoongi's fingers easily made their way to your bare hips; the same hips he's left beautiful marks and bruises on for you to admire the next morning, made him so mad. When the interview is finally, finally over, he sees you separate from Yoongi, but not without the both of you giggling about whatever the fuck. He watches as you enter the staff lounge, probably to fetch something the writers or PDs needed. He decides to follow you.

The first thing he sees when he enters the staff lounge is you at the snack area eating various cheeses and chocolates. To be honest, he wouldn't expect any less from you.

"Ah, Taehyungie. You scared me. Do you want some cheese?" Someone comes up behind you and wraps their arms around you. You know those arms when you feel them. It's your precious Tae.

"No cheese." He takes the toothpick from your hand and places it back down on the fancy silver platter. "You did something bad to me, _____. So bad."

You tilt your head slightly, wordlessly asking what he means. At the sight of your exposed skin, he presses kisses up your shoulder and you let out a relaxed sigh.

"Yoongi." He pauses, slowly making his way to your neck.

"I was, and still am, trying to be calm. But the way he was looking at you, touching you... Why aren't you as angry as I am?"

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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saw ur post 4 saw asks n im here to deliver!! (also fully gonna answer the one u sent me i just had a busy night 💚) — hmmm would personally love to hear more abt the Matthews-Faulkner-Stanheight-Blank family dynamic? esp maybe Daniel + Art, but rlly just anything u wanna talk abt there! maybe if they have any sorta family traditions, what holidays look like for them, that sorta deal

shfajs tysm!!!! (also tht's totally okay, take yr time!!!)

also oooo I love this question okay. so like u mentioned this when I asked abt what Eric n Daniel's relationship would b like post-trap, but I think it's very very good fr Daniel 2 like. see tht Eric has ppl who love him n who don't mind helping him when he needs it n who are THERE fr him bc again, like you've mentioned, seeing a parent so utterly shattered th way Eric was after his trap is incredibly difficult, esp for a kid (though Daniel is like. at least seventeen? still). knowing tht his dad has a good support system n is surrounded by ppl tht care abt him helps put him at ease bc he knows he can trust Adam n Art. he knows they'll keep Eric safe n tht they'll help him to heal, tht they love him n want 2 see him do well n get better. plus, Daniel knows tht if he needs to talk 2 some1 abt how difficult seeing his dad like tht is, he knows both Adam n Art r there fr him and tht helps a lot. of course, he also has Rigg + maybe Hoffman (until th whole. u know.), but they don't live w Eric. they don't see him every day th way Art n Adam do. that's not 2 say they don't know Eric is struggling, but there is a difference btwn them n Eric's boyfriends. basically, Daniel is very much grateful fr Art + Adam.

I feel like Art wld be VERY good at lending an ear fr when Daniel needs 2 talk. whether that be abt their trap + tht whole experience, Eric's trap n the consequences/rough aftermath, just plain venting, etc.; Art is there 2 listen to them + offer a solution if they want one. most times I think Daniel just wants to b listened to, esp when it comes to what they went thru in the Nerve Gas House - tht's smth they don't feel comfortable discussing w Eric right away fr obvious reasons, but therapy can only do so much. I think th two of them have more in common than they might realize at first, bc hey, Art Killed A Man Because Trevor Was Going To Kill Him If He Didn't, and Daniel Killed A Man Because Xavier Would Have Killed Both Them And Amanda If They Didn't. I feel like Art is like. very reserved abt th details of his first trap + how they affected him (and th second one tbh; it's not smth he vocalizes often at all), but fr Daniel he wld gladly talk abt it if it meant Daniel didn't feel alone. if it meant it could help them, reassure them that hey, it wasn't yr fault, u did what u had to, n I know tht can be hard 2 believe right now n that's okay. u need to process things at yr own pace.

and so Art tells them abt the Mausoleum, bares a part of himself he keeps locked away where he doesn't often give it much thought/actively ignores it. n I think tht's healing fr him too, maybe. there's solace in tht shared experience, as horrible as it was in th moment. 2 know there's someone out there who has even th faintest inkling of what u went thru + what u had to do to survive. of course Daniel relates 2 Adam fr this reason too, but like. Art will use his Lawyer Voice n make sure Daniel understands tht what they did doesn't make them a bad person or confirm tht Jigsaw Was Right And They Deserved It. n tht's rly important fr Daniel 2 hear, esp early on. it's honestly one of th first times Art is truly honest abt his feelings on th matter + the Mausoleum, n it's just. a step tht much closer to healing for both of them.

family traditions!!! they do have a few! in the summer, every sunday they have Daniel w them, Eric Art n Adam go out fr ice cream, even if they get it at the drive thru n eat it in th car bc none of them want 2 be around all th people/sit outside in th muggy weather. it's a good way to get them all out of th house fr a little while, something enjoyable tht doesn't require too much energy or even interaction. it's just smth nice they can do where they're all together n chilling n just enjoying each other's company!

this is mostly a Daniel one but every year around April Fools he just. puts fucking googly eyes on everything. n every time some1 discovers some, it doesn't matter where in th house he is, u can hear him cackle abt it. Adam thinks it's an absolute delight n has assisted on multiple occasions. tht's abt as far as pranks go fr them, bc none of them like surprises like that, but god is it ever hilarious 2 hear Eric frm the kitchen while Art Adam n Daniel r in the living room when he says "I found another one!" while he's looking fr smth in the fridge kjdkfsf.

holidays!! every Christmas they all sit down in th living room n watch a couple of movies w the blankets spread out on th floor w snacks n hot chocolate. the first Christmas following his trap, Eric was sat on th couch between Adam n Art while Daniel chose to sprawl out on th floor, n he just looked around at his boyfriends n his son n the fake pine tree they had all decorated together n he like. needs to take a moment bc this is it. this is all he cld ever want out of life right here. this is a level of peace Eric never knew he wld ever be able to reach after what he went thru fr those six months. n he just sort of presses his face into Art's shoulder n breathes thru it. he doesn't even have to say anything fr Adam n Art to know what he's thinking bc Adam's hand is on his arm n Art's resting his cheek against th top of his head, n he might cry a little, but he's happy. surrounded by th ppl he loves n who love him, love him enough to keep the lights down low n the volume on th television soft, to use subtitles so he doesn't get overwhelmed, Eric realizes he has a home n it's just. oof.

fr Valentine's Day, this one was actually Adam's idea initially: wht they do is take sticky notes n write little affirmations on thm fr each other, n stick thm in places where they'll see it. sometimes Daniel joins in on this one, but usually it's an Art Eric Adam thing. so like it'll be little things, like a note frm Adam telling Eric how proud he is of him, or one from Art letting Adam know he couldn't have had a better best friend, or th one from Eric that thanks th both of thm fr helping him w his rashes + helping him 2 accept tht part of him n start to see it as nothing to be ashamed of. it starts on th first day of February and ends on Valentine's Day itself, n sometimes they get those packs of cards u get fr kids just to write goofy shit on thm to pass back n forth n make each other laugh. they also get th discounted candy!! (Adam steals all th twix bars tho. tht's okay bc Eric likes snickers anyway n Art is fond of reese's peanut butter cups. they share th sweet tarts + conversation hearts!)

Halloween is when they get a big bowl of candy 2 leave on th porch fr the kids who're trick-or-treating while th three of them stay inside (+Daniel sometimes!) n watch some classics, like their Christmas tradition. they Also add in some bad movies 2 mix it up a lil bit bc sometimes u just need a laugh. I am like in Lov w the idea u had abt Eric n Adam sometimes building cozy pillow forts, so they do tht n the three of them just vibe in there n lay together n look n talk. n like it's So Much Fun 2 have ppl to like. discuss movies w while yr watching them! esp when they're ppl who won't be annoyed w u when u wanna share a thought! like Eric n Adam will get into this deep discussion abt horror movie decisions n Art will just lay there n listen bc he loves them so much n loves hearing them get amped up abt things. he'll offer his own two cents if asked too! mostly he listens, but he can definitely contribute.

inevitably at some point, someone's hand ends up in Eric's hair n he's just. asleep not too long after that. usually on someone's shoulder or against their chest, n depending on who's still awake, they either try 2 move to th bedroom or they just sleep in th living room (i.e.: Art will try to convince Eric n Adam to come to bed properly, whereas Adam will just b like "fuck it" n pass out right there. has this led 2 them waking up sore b4? absolutely. but it's like. "we r adults who live w our decisions n this one happened 2 be sleeping on th floor" so.

n then a minor one is on their birthdays, some1 (usually Art, to be completely honest w u) will cook tht person their favourite comfort food fr dinner n they all help make cake/cupcakes/cookies/something dessert-related of their choice. so like Art rly likes brownies, Adam is fond of strawberry jello poke cake, n Eric can make some RLY good carrot cake cupcakes w homemade frosting too. it's just smth fr them to do together + like! it's celebrating! they've all been thru so much hell but they're still here! n that's rly th focus for the three of them. sometimes they have ppl over too - like Rigg, Gibson, Brit, Mallick, Lawrence, William (all of them best-case, obv); it's nice 2 have a lil party sometimes! after what they've endured they've kind of earned it I think!

thank u sm!!! this was so fun 2 think abt fjdkjsk

(lil random hc: when Daniel was little, Eric used 2 write letters to him frm Santa. eventually Daniel got "too old for that," but honestly? they cherish tht memory. I wanted 2 include it bc it makes me kjehfje!!!)

#thank u so much I love getting asks frm u!!!!!!#mutual support hours <3 #saw #eric #adam #art #daniel #others r mentioned #listen. a family can be u yr dad n his two boyfriends n yr all traumatized but yr coping together.#it pulls u together instead of tearing u apart.#which is a concept I desperately wish we could've seen more!! it's what they all deserved damn it!!#long post #asks #gnna go thru n tag these w that so I can like. maybe make a masterpost l8r?#if any1 is interested in tht!

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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if u want, abt sobbe being in the same group of friends but they don't really talk a lot to each other until one party where they play spind the bottle or 7 min on heaven and they share their first kiss?.

It’s weird, they’ve known each other for years now, most of their teenage era and it still feels a little weird between them. Most of their friends are in the same group so even if they don’t want to, Sander and Robbe are always together going to parties, to school, skate and everything in between.

Inside the group, there are smaller groups from time to time. It usually happens when two end up hooking up and then drama happens and the groups kind of splits apart for a few weeks, but Sander and Robbe never end up in the same “mini-group”. It’s like they’re constantly avoiding each other, while also always wanting to be close just enough.

Robbe would be lying to himself if he didn’t agree with the obvious: Sander is good looking. That beauty that’s imposing, nerve wracking. The now bleached hair only made him even more of a standout. Sure, Robbe has a lot of thoughts about the boy.

Late at night, in the safety of his own bed, inside his own head, Robbe lets himself think about how it would feel to kiss him, to have Sander so close you can hide inside his oversized, probably thrifted leather jacket.

That’s way too deep, way too far from the reality, there’s a long, long road until they could ever do that, but during his daydreams, Robbe likes to go straight to the part he enjoys, cutting the backstory short of getting to know each other, become friends and then, maybe kiss.

It’s not his favorite thing to do at parties, but everyone else likes to play spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven. It’s usually harmless for Robbe, he’s never been in a relationship with anyone in their group of friends so there’s no problem is kissing one of his friends. It’s not a real kiss so it doesn’t matter to Robbe.

He never kissed someone else before. Like real kiss, with tongue and feelings and the full package either, much less being in a relationship.

These games are always the same, basically an excuse for Jens to hook up with Britt again and not create any real drama with Jana or Sander or for Aaron to hook up with someone and not being teased about how a bad kisser he is for the rest of his life. It’s just a game so everyone takes it as a joke that ends as soon as the party is over.

Robbe doesn’t know where Sander and Britt stand right now, but they haven’t really talked tonight, so something must be up. He doesn’t dare asking or that could find its way to Sander’s ear.

Everyone gets tired of the spin the bottle very fast and Robbe just wants to go back to drinking, taking advantage of the low light of a party to stare at Sander without feeling guilty or confused.

Robbe is not at all confident, but something inside him, a more confident side has the impression that Sander is looking at him when he’s not looking. Not just tonight, but it started a few months ago, Robbe never dare to ask, but it makes him think about Sander even more.

He doesn’t want to be a part of the 7 minutes in heaven, there’s a lot more at risk, and a risk Robbe is not wiling to take. If he’s forced to go inside that tiny closet with someone he doesn’t know, that expects things to happen.

But there’s no way of saying no. Jens is so excited, Moyo and Aaron are basically jumping around, screaming and Robbe can’t say no without sounding suspicious or being teased for the rest of his life. So he finishes his beer and gets close to everyone else, hoping for the best that would be people getting tired of the game before he can get a chance to play.

The house is small, the hallway to the closet underneath the stairs isn’t more than six, maybe seven steps, but it feels like a life time. Sander walks right next to him, opening the small door for Robbe, letting him inside first. He doesn’t need to bend down to enter, but Sander does and he closes the door behind him and they’re in the complete dark.

Robbe only then remembers he should have looked for a light of some sort. He tries to feel the walls around him, but the light turns on first. Sander found it, standing right in front of Robbe, fitting perfectly once inside the closet, a little taller than the actual door.

For the first time, Robbe witness the Sander’s gaze on him, the one he always thinks he’s receiving but never has the balls to send back.

“This is just a stupid game. We don’t have to do anything, if that’s what you want.” he says and Robbe’s knees almost buckle. Something about the small space and him hearing Sander’s deep voice hug his whole being is almost too good to be true.

“No, no...hm, it’s okay. I mean, if you want to, of course. And Britt...?” Robbe tries to ask because the chance is just right there, offering itself.

Sander huffs, putting his hair to the side, it has grown a little during the holidays, you can see the dark roots, but Robbe likes it even better like this. “Britt who?”

They both laugh and Robbe’s heart is beating so fast and loud it’s almost impossible to know how Sander sounds when he laughs and Robbe really needs to know, to remember every single second of the next seven minutes.

There’s still the smallest space between them, but if they move just slightly, some part of their bodies can touch. Sander lifts his arm and touches Robbe’s hair.

“I always wanted to know how your hair feels...You should let it grow out every time”

“It’s a mess...why do you care about my hair?” Robbe laughs and Sander smiles, his fingertips massaging the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

“I always liked your hair.” Sander comes closer and Robbe sighs without wanting to, looking up, probably looking way too gone, but his brain can’t make him stop now, “I always liked you, Robbe.”

Sander whispers and their lips touch just lightly when he talks. For some reason that Robbe can’t explain, he already puts his arms around Sander’s neck, standing on his tiptoes, fitting so perfectly with Sander.

The seven minutes last more than Robbe would think. Life usually likes to cut short when he’s enjoying things. They spend every second kissing, smiling against each other lips, looking at each other with soft, hungry eyes, stumbling around the closet, but Sander always puts his hand out, avoiding Robbe from hitting walls or the the ceiling that’s lower in some areas.

Someone knocks on the old door and Robbe jolts, feeling how Sander’s arm around him holds him tighter, closer.

The loud music is playing outside. For a second, Robbe fears they might have stayed inside this place longer than what was expected, but Sander looks as confused as he is so exhales again, feeling way too comfortable being held so tightly against Sander’s chest, able to feel how his heart is beating.

Once he’s able to calm down just a second, he hears Jens’ voice outside and Robbe relaxes, looking up, his fingertips touching Sander’s jaw and cheeks, making him look down for just another quick kiss.

Robbe moves around and opens the door carefully, feeling Sander’s hand in the small of his back.

Jens looks at him and then at Sander and he tries not to tease, Robbe can almost see him biting his cheek not to say something stupid.

“I’m leaving, bro. You coming?” He raises his eyebrows and looks at Sander again. Robbe bites his lip, still tasting Sander and he looks over his shoulder.

“I can walk you home later, if you want...” Sander says and Robbe smiles, fixing his hair, looking back at Jens.

“I’ll go later.”

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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aro-aizawa · 3 years

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1 and 42?

yesssssssss i love these kinds of questions. thank you anon for enabling me. (disclaimer: i am a fanfic writer so these’ll be answered in fanfic writing in mind.)

[the questions]

1. Tell us about your WIP!

okay i have like ten million different wips but the one i’m primarily working on is a mha fic of mine. called because i have to it’s a quirkless vigilante izuku fic, where he’s biologically all might’s son and inko and all might are qpps. when izuku asks his mom if he can still be a hero without a quirk as a kid, instead of just saying sorry, she tells him no that it’s not safe.

this fic came about when i got tired of seeing the overwhelming villain au fics. like. they’re not bad but an izuku that is in no way someone who fight villains is just...wrong to me. because to me, izuku has such an overwhelming drive and to him it’s almost a need that he helps people and becomes a hero. it’s just as essential to him as breathing. so if he were ever prohibited from being an official hero.....well this boy will not take something as silly as the law consideration. he’ll get his ass out on that street and he WILL fight those villains and save people.

so the whole fic is izuku trying to fight and prove to the world that he can be a quirkless hero. he pretends to his parents that he’s given up on that dream, but hey he knows that gen ed students can transfer in the hero course if they prove themselves........

(too bad izuku doesn’t know that his dad is on the teaching staff of ua. oh did i not mention? izuku has no idea his dad is all might.)

i’m not usually a super big fan of biological all might, but without the thread of one for all being a connector between them, i needed some sort of connection (bc honestly this was also a call out of all might’s views on quirkless ppl too). and i’m usually sort of averse for shipping toshinko if it’s solely for parental dadmight reasons, so bio dad. if i had to start over again, i’d probably adjust this to be that when izuku was little, all might officially became qpps with inko after her husband ran out on her. buuut it’s a little too late to go back and change it now, especially since originally i had it written for the toshinko to be romantic in nature, but decided i liked it better as qpps.

so that’s the wip i’m working on!!! i have a plan for it to wrap up just a little bit after the kamino arc but like.*squints at my lastest chapter which is only just starting to wrap up the first arc in the series* um,,,, that might,,, take a while lmao.

42. How many drafts do you usually write before you feel satisfied?

okay, so here’s the thing. when i was younger and just getting into writing, i’d write like. three or four drafts for each chapter. because i’d do the bare minimum on the first one, just get the action and rough dialogue in. then the second one would be refinement, this one starting to look like an actual chapter to be posted (even though i rarely ever posted anything at that time). during which, i’d always leave them for like. a few months, maybe six. when i came back, i’d see all the errors and my writing style would have changed dramatically. so time for draft number three!!! and then repeat.

but i only ever made so many drafts because i was procrastinating on actually writing the next chapter. i think the highest i ever got up to was chapter 9. when i hit a road block, i’d decide to go back and redo it all again, eventually running out of steam before i even finished what i’d already done. repeat continously until i have six drafts of the same fic but refined down to about 20k words and 4 chapters.

so! i try not to do that anymore. it just. it doesn’t work. it really really doesn’t. because that way i never get it to a state where i’m comfortable enough to post it, and then i’ll end up posting like 10 fics where i only have one chapter posted and the rest’ll be abandoned because i just cannot get the next chapter right and need to keep making more and more drafts.

when a chapter isn’t fighting me though, i tend to have two drafts technically. i’ll write out the chapter, if it’s for my fic biht, i’ll send it off to my betas and merge all their corrections into one final form, which is the final draft and that’s the one i just copy-paste into the chapter section and then reread it to make sure all my formatting sticks then post.

if it’s a non-beta’d fic, what i’ll do is i’ll have the final product, the chapter or the one shot i want to post. and what i’ll do is i’ll put the draft on one side of my screen and the ao3 upload thing on the other side. and i’ll retype everything. this way i’m going back over it and adjusting wonky sentence structures as i go, because it helps me spot more mistakes if i have to retype them rather than just rereading them. my brain has to think more abt the stuff i’m typing rather than the stuff i’m reading y’know?? plus the different fonts help! my google docs have a different font to the upload section of the ao3 page, so that is another thing that helps my brain spot issues. if you have difficulty finding mistakes, change the font. as much shit as it gets, comic sans is also a great font for this. when i’m done retyping everything out, the second and final draft is done and i’ll usually post it right then and there, bc i’m impatient and i love posting shit.

i mean. you wouldn’t expect that considering i haven’t updated in well over a year and a half but still.

tysm for asking!!!! sorry it was such a long response lmao

#ask things #anonymous #i love writing out my thought process so immediately that'll make my response like ten times longer #Anonymous

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ivyisms · 3 years

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- ̗̀ NOW INTRODUCING: IVES ❝ IVY ❞ SERRANO !

( DANNA PAOLA, 24, CISFEMALE ) I just bumped into IVES "IVY" SERRANO the other day while walking down NORTH Kingsboro, where SHE lives. I hear they can be SEDUCTIVE and MANIPULATIVE, but when I think of them I immediately think about ROSE PETAL BLUNTS, STRAWBERRY CHAMPAGNE, AND SIX INCH STILETTOS.

hi hello it’s tay back again w another one of my demon spawn muses !! apparently chaotic bisexuals w fcs from elite is just my brand™️ but anyway ivy is probably my favorite oc i’ve ever made so i have A Lot to say abt this messy bitch !! if u go H E R E i have a very long stats/bio page with pretty much everything i could think of BUT i will try to summarize the main points semi-concisely

- ̗̀♡ — › background !

the main thing u need to know about ivy is that she is lying ! always !! her real name isn’t even actually ivy smh

she was born natalie rose serrano, to two working class parents in new york city. she knew from a young age that she was just supposed to be rich and famous, and that something had gotten mixed up somewhere and she was put in the wrong life.

in high school she got a scholarship to a fancy private catholic school, and that’s where she started to hone her craft of manipulating rich people. she would befriend all of the richest bitches at school and take advantage of everything that came along with it: vacations to far away places, stays in the family’s cabins and lake houses, even designer clothes that her friends no longer wanted and would gift to her, thinking it was their idea all along

as she grew up and got better at getting what she wanted out of people, her entitled attitude only got worse, driving a wedge between her and her parents, who kept waiting for her to develop a work ethic and kept being disappointed. a few months after she graduated high school, on her 18th birthday, her parents kicked her out of the house and cut her off, hoping that it would force her to grow up and take on any responsibility

but that plan backfired for them, her parents underestimating how truly stubborn natalie was. the day after her 18th, she wandered into a local strip club and got a job, figuring it’d be the easiest and quickest way to get some cash, and she took to it naturally and actually really enjoyed stripping

she started to embody an entirely new persona that she had created for herself, dancing under the name poison ivy and telling everyone she was a trust fund baby that had been cut off from her rich parents, needing to dance to supplement her income, and her lies just continued to spiral out of control until she almost started to believe it herself. she had never told anyone at the club her real name, not even the other strippers, just going by “ivy” for a while.

she had learned to weaponize the power she had over people by being pretty and charming, using her looks for absolute evil and doing whatever it took to get money—from straight up pickpocketing, to making men buy her expensive gifts, to blackmailing, to sugar babying, to getting patrons wasted and manipulating them into tipping her absurd amounts... she did it all, very quickly earning enough to live the life she had always dreamed of, that she felt she deserved for whatever twisted reason.

she started posting on instagram with the name poison ivy generally just flaunting her carefree, extravagant life, often exaggerating or down right lying just to really dazzle her quickly growing audience

as she started to go down the influencer route, she realized she needed to do something to hide the skeletons in her closet ( the fact that she didn’t actually come from money and was making far more than was normal for even the best of dancers, a couple of small possession / shoplifting charges, and just generally anything that could lead people to her real identity ) so she started to tell people her name was ives, fully taking on the new identity. she even went so far as to make some of the people that had been closest to her sign NDAs about her real identity, making sure that no one could sell info about her should her plan of being famous work out

and it did work out !! at first she was definitely buying followers/likes to boost her likelihood of brand sponsorships, but eventually she faked it until she made it and actually attained influencer status

she also started sleeping around with pretty much any famous person she could, having very public relationships and breakups and scandals to keep her name in the press, which ultimately lead to more exposure/people following her, if only to see what she did next, which lead to even more sponsorships

she’s probably been in kingsboro for a few years, living in a super fancy one bedroom apartment that she definitley doesn’t pay for ( she doesn’t even know how much her rent is tbh )

eventually she stopped dancing and just focused on her influencing or whatever, but she never stopped sugar babying and scamming rich stupid men, still very much using that as a means to keep up her lifestyle. she’s also done a few modeling things, but it’s mostly just like catalog work or being the face of a trendy campaign bc she’s way too short for the runway

she also recently made an only fans account bc she was bored one night and was mostly planning on posting once as a joke but then she made a bunch of money / got a bunch of subscribers and was like oh word ? i can do that ! so she will post on there from time to time but she’s not like... super serious about it ya know ?

so basically she’s jus here making money being pretty and pulling a long ass scam on... everyone

- ̗̀♡ — › personality !

she’s a real two faced bitch... she has perfected the art of becoming whoever she thinks other people want her to be, quickly adapting her personality to get whatever she wants

she’s usually pretty friendly actually, really charming and outgoing and just trying to have a good time

she has a pretty short temper tho and holds grudges like you wouldn’t believe, so once you’re on her bad side... good luck lol she is so ruthless

she’s like... deeply, deeply selfish and will always put herself first, but she’s so manipulative that she can make people do things that they think are their idea, but it’s really just something she planted in their head so it’s not always obvious

also very spoiled and will throw a mf fit if she doesn’t get her way or u say no to her

always going out !! always doing the most !! she’s the type to show up randomly at ur door at 8pm on a tuesday with a bottle of tequila and make u party with her whether u like it or not

she’s a lot smarter than she lets on sometimes, like she knows people expect her to be stupid and ditzy and shallow and she’ll let them underestimate her when it’s beneficial

always looks perfectly put together— her nails are always meticulously manicured, usually w stiletto shaped acrylics, and you’ll literally never see her outside her house without makeup and a perfectly composed outfit. it’s also a rare occasion that she’s not wearing at least six inch heels, trying to make up for bein so mf short ( she’s 5’3 )

she talks A Lot but is really good at saying a lot of words without actually saying anything, like you can be best friends with her for months and then just be like “i don’t actually know a single thing about her”

always up to no good and sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong !! she’s always got some sort of scheme going or getting in to some kind of drama

v much a hoe and v much proud of it, will sleep w just about anyone especially if she can get something out of it

also a serial dater !! she’s always hoping in and out of relationships and being rumored to be with a dozen people at once

most definitely calls paparazzi on herself, especially when she’s around other famous ppl but will never admit it

compulsive liar, she will literally lie about the dumbest things like she doesn’t even need a reason to lie she jus.. does

- ̗̀♡ — › wanted connections !

hookups / flings / one night stands / fwbs all that shit !!

exes on bad terms ... gimme drama pls

enemies / ppl she’s stolen from maybe... she would definitely deny it and say they’re jus jealous of her or smth stupid but that could make the feud worse

party pals !! like i said she goes out a lot and always somehow manages to make new friends and drag them into her shenanigans

on again / off again exes... i want the Angst so bad..

unlikely friends !! like ppl who are nice and sweet and Pure, she could use a lil good energy in her life

neighbors ... mb they hate her for always being loud n throwing mini parties OR maybe they join in

mean girl rivalries !!

someone she’s taking advantage of / stealing from without them knowing .. oof

partner in crime !!!

one sided crushes or like someone she’s stringing along smh

sugar daddies mb 😇

someone to put her in her mf place JDKDKD like they call her out on her bs and are like “i see what ur doing bitch stay away from my friends” type thing

idk anything really !! gimme all the messy plots ok :~)

#kingsboro.intro

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15, 16, 22, 24, 27, 49 for Zinnia!

15. are they good at cooking? do they enjoy it? what do others think of their cooking?

yea she’s a good cook. liked to experiment a lot with it when she was younger, but she does that less now. lots of spices, she loves spices. also lots of seafood, bcos it’s what she’s used to; she knows how to make seafood good, whereas other stuff (like, say, venison) she’s less experienced with.

she enjoys cooking quite a lot !!! even her bone broths (which would be what she’d usually be subsiding on by the time they’d reached a month / six weeks into a voyage) are like...... still very unpleasant, but usually have some spices in them to make them at least somewhat palatable

one of the best cooks on the white thorn 100%. used to barter meals she’d cooked for rum and whiskey from time to time shdhjsjdk. and her companions appreciate her cooking too, even if she hasn’t got access to as many fresh supplies / as much seasoning as she’d like. which is probs for the best bcos shadowheart would probably die from her proper dishes HSJDJSKDK

16. do they collect anything? what do they do with it? where do they keep it?

ok zinnia is a very practical person as a rule (whatever her personality might suggest) but she’s..... also a pirate, bro. she likes shiny stuff. specifically, she likes rings; she’ll collect rings till the day she dies. she’s always wearing at least one on every finger, sometimes two. they’re always on her person (less chance of them getting stolen that way, surprisingly) and those she isn’t wearing will be strung around a chain on her neck.

look when ur a rogue and a thief u kinda lose faith in locks and chests, ok

22. what are their favourite insults to use? what do they insult people for? or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

uhhh she’s especially fond of using ‘wanker’ as an insult. any form of it. if someone’s pissed her off she might go off abt them being a ‘small cocked wanker’ for example shdhsjdks. also just generally going around making it pretty clear she thinks ur an idiot is a sure bet; i do foresee her asking astarion if the tadpole ate up his whole brain, or only half of it, bcos really ur pretty dumb mate. and like, we know, but hey

anyway she might have a habit of stabbing people in the back when it comes to combat, but zinnia is absolutely willing to tell u to ur face if she dislikes u. esp if u’ve done something that breaks her ‘code’; she lies, she cheats, she steals, she even kills, but she doesn’t fuck with slavers and she doesn’t hurt kids, not ever. hurting the innocent (but especially kids) is a surefire way to get her boot up ur ass

on a less severe scale, she’ll insult u if ur boring or a stick in the mud shdjsjdk. even scholars aren’t especially safe from her (soz gale love u) just bcos she doesn’t see the point in learning from books when u could learn from the world

24. what is their sleeping pattern like? do they snore? what do they like to sleep on? a soft or hard mattress?

eh. better sleeping pattern than she had when she was younger ig tho i do think she finds it harder to fall asleep since the whole tadpole thing shshjjsd. worries she’s never gonna wake up again. but when she does sleep, she sleeps very deeply; snores a bit, drools sometimes, splays out in the most contorted positions. but once she’s in a position she’ll stay in it, basically; won’t move the whole night, sleeps like a log.

she can sleep anywhere and on anything (comes from years of sleeping in a rocking hammock on a moving ship, surrounded by her loud crew) but she prefers a soft mattress. not that she’s gotten to sleep on many

27. what makes them sad? do they cry regularly? do they cry openly or hide it? what are they like they are sad?

she’s not much of a crier tbh ??? comes from the emotional constipation shdhsjdjk. what happened to arabella made her very sad, but that quickly turned to anger; she’s gotten good at that, turning her sadness into anger. she knows what to do with anger ig ??? not so much sadness.

but yea seeing suffering kids, suffering animals, that makes her sad. also thinking on yarrow for too long; she starts wondering if yarrow’s alive, how her life is, if she misses her, etc. thinking of her crew does it a little bit too, but less so; it’s more that she feels extra motivated to get back to them

when she does cry, which is rarely, she hides it very well. tears are weakness to her ??? so she’s not comfy being seen like that. but usually she manages to turn sadness into anger before that can happen, which is definitely not healthy, but hey

49. what is their most valued object? are they sentimental? is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

oof. she’s not particularly sentimental, but she has a stack of yarrow’s old letters tied up with a piece of string back on the ship that she feels a little bit naked without. she’ll be super pissed if she gets back and finds they’re gone shdjsjdkl. i wouldn’t say those are her most valued possession tho; they’re sorta like a bruise she likes to push sometimes, but less and less as the years go on ??? they make her chest ache, and as we’ve already discussed, she’s.......... bad at being sad SHDJSJDK

im not sure what would be most valued to her tbh ???? her blades ig ??? bcos she’s so attuned to their specific weight, and they’ve kept her alive for years, and they’ve been her only consistent possession for like..... over a decade ???

#shadowheart gives me the vibes of a woman who has been living off of like #the plainest fare in the world for her whole life #she gets one taste of paprika and her eyes melt out of her skull #anyway thank u for asking this anon i hug u #MWAH #anonymous #answered

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renaer-is-allegedly-hot · 4 years

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session 13

wow i’m really out of it tonight lmao uh some highlights bc these r rlly atrocious:

adam shit himself and vomited over the dwarf in our basement

fought some ppl n killed; gotta hide six bodies

pregame !

Jacob n dom r talking abt other dnd campaigns

Jacob rigged explosives somewhere

They need souls to open coffins or smth

I REALIZED MY MIC IS MUTED SO THEY CAN’T HEAR ME SING THE GOLDEN GIRLS THEME SONG THE WAY MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER DOES HAHAHAHHAHA

Thank you for being a friend

Bum bum bum bum

Travel round the world and back again

If the truth be told you’re a friend and a confidant

Etc

Jacob explaining his eye scratch

I’m just sitting here singing the golden girls theme song

Tunnel vision in smash

I’m just renegading while they talk smash

Jacob wants to home alone our house the next night we have

Immovable rod is abt 3ft long

Last time on dnd asyna heard a window break

Roll initiative

Aerana and theo roll 22

Asyna rolls 21

Adam 13

Cel 6

Asyna was waking everyone up

Halfling size ballista ? In our turret ? Maybe

Ooh trebuchet is an interesting sans font

Aerana is going first

Double dash downstairs

You hear stuff on the first floor making noise; you and theo get to the second floor about to go downstairs

Theo in master bedroom double dashes towards where I am

Asyna

In watchtower, asyna's gonna try and do stuff from above ? Maybe .

Proposes turning into a hummingbird

Spike growth ? Grows spikes

Also creates rough terrain

In front of the door

Oop they're speaking goblin

Goblins

2d4 damage for each 5 ft they move

Some of them were able to get inside the house but still slowed down

Adam

Will cast cantrip

Thaumaturgy to boom voice 3x louder than normal "WHO DARES ENTER MY HOUSE PLEASE LEAVE WITHIN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS AND YOU WILL BE SPARED ,,, PLEASE"

Intimidation check

Lmao a 7

Entire house booms; everyone heard it but like effect?

Adam sleeps naked

Cel

Right in front of door to hall on second floor

Aerana

2 squares away from action at back of house

Theo

Also goes for pantry, same place generally as aerana

Asyna

Starts downstairs

Gonna turn into ape and try and make way down side of building as ape

Down p much by next turn

Goblins

Apparently being eaten up by spikes

Should I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I'm kinda craving

O shoot I gotta run soon for medicine

Adam

Dashing

This is just slow running in a dream

Cel

Base of stairs ?

Also heading towards pantry

Aerana

Bust in

Momentarily frozen

To the right next to basement hatch r two hulking figures covered in thick dark fur; kinda pointy ears, look kind of like goblins and v tall like easily 7ft

Big mauls

Bugbears

Can I fight?

23 to hit, 7 damage to closest one

The goblins trying to move the thing but not working well

Theo

I'M GONNA RUN TO GRAB MY MEDS

Slashes at the one aerana didn't hit lmao I rlly just did that I'm breathing

15 barely misses

Goblin blocks lillian's strike

Asyna

Srsly should I make a sandwich

On first floor outside

Bro my headache went to the other side of my head wtf

Gonna go through a window

Follows them in and attacks a bunch of them

Bro I kinda rlly want a sandwich

17 and 18 to hit, 6 and 4 damage ?? 10 damage ?? 10 damage for both ??

KILLS BOTH OF THEM N I C E

Bashes their heads together

I'm making a sandwich

"it's a very forceful kiss"

Third one readies self

Lashes out at asyna, misses

Goblins

R also gonna try and attack aerana and theo

12 damage to theo

I'm eating my sandwich

One of the middle ones is gonna go for asyna, hits, 5 damage

That was a good sandwich might get another one

Adam

Bro I kinda want another sandwich

Gets downstairs w max speed and peeks in, sees aerana and theo and two dead guys by window and two more living fighting an ape

Looks at theo

Bro again I kinda want another sandwich

Makes the one that hit theo make a wisdom saving throw

Did not make it, hideous laughter

Mans can't stop laughing, has to make wisdom saving throw each turn ig

Adam has to tell a joke

Comes down and looks at bugbear, locks eyes

Our party walks into a bar . But most of us walk under it

What

Is this a short joke ?

I don't get it yikes

Panicked dom laughing

Tells us to not hit the guy laughing; save him for last

Bonus action uses cutting words on the one aerana is fighting; "fuck you"

Cel

I still kinda want another sandwich

To clarify my sandwich was like half

I think yesterday or smth I like hit my foot lol and I did the thing where I compose myself rlly quickly to ignore the pain and up my pain tolerance and it left a mark but like it literally doesn't hurt so not saying I'm upping my pain tolerance but one day if I ever got like idk shot or smth I'm not gonna have a reaction

Cel hits the one that's doing better w a spell and then does shortbow 25 to hit, 12 damage

"how do you want to do this?"

Takes an arrow right through his brainstem and the arrowhead goes out his mouth

Aerana

Wasted insightful fighting, didn't hit

Scream of frustration that I missed

Theo

Takes bow and tries to hit, 13 misses

Asyna

Do I rlly still want another sandwich

Hits on one roll, 7 damage

Guy is barely alive

Goblins

One that tries to attack aerana misses, guy on ground is now up, guy attacking asyna hits, 11 damage

Adam

Cutting words on guy that just got up "oh you're finally awake"

"ever heard of the one where the guy got back up"

Goblin rolls nat20

Cel

22 to hit, 9 damage

Stabs him, hurts

Aerana

"next time remember it"

If an ally is within 5 ft of you you get sneak attack

If u have advantage

Don't need advantage if another enemy of the target is within 5 ft of it

Start over

When rogues have advantage, get to add sneak attack

Can add sneak attack when u don't have advantage if

One of allies is within 5 ft of you

And if u don't have disadvantage

Theo

Gonna try for the bow again

Going for the one asyna's fighting

8 damage

Guy is on last legs

Asyna

Kills

Fun fact apes have been known to rip off the faces of their enemies

Rips face off then gently puts him down

Still two goblins left

Goblins

Try and run

Attacks of opportunity from celandine, theo and aerana

Nat20 from cel

Theo and aerana miss

I've missed like every hit what is this

14 damage from cel

They're still able to get away

Asyna makes attack of opportunity

I still kinda want another saaaandwich

Neither hit

Adam

33 across board for both for sleep; both fall over and hit ground, asleep

Adam goes outside and looks if anyone is watching outside their window

Looks like one of our neighbors is at their window out of the apothecary

Uses infernal legacy to cast darkness, blocking their darkvision

Puts it between fallah's house and bodies

Then drag the bodies

Adam is kinda sweaty n exerted

Aerana is watching ot, asyna takes one body cel adam and theo take the other

Theo is rolling damage

Cel binds their feet first and adam prepares sleep

Theo rolls 13 damage and one dies, other 15 and also dies

Why is my eye glitching lmao

Maybe I still want a sandwich

What time do I need to be up tomorrow wait

Idk lmao

We've brought our bodies in, the night is ours

It's 10ish at night

Adam's gonna sleep in jeans

Adam was not naked in combat ?

Or maybe he was

Adam doesn't wear pajamas so he had pants

Sleeping downstairs shifts for the night

Adam takes first shift

Adam is sweating a lot, feeling a little odd; feels super weak and cold and feels a little sick like he might throw up

Constitution saving throw

"can I feel this coming and give myself bardic inspiration?"

"uh . Sure"

"hold it in hold it in hold it in"

Check to see if he can make it to the bathroom

"boi that's just nasty" adam wakes up someone ? Adam

Adam wakes theo up

"you must be real glad I'm wearing pants right now"

Rolls nat1

Adam vomits onto theo ? Vomits into theo's cloak

Adam becomes violently ill

The key eventually comes out the butt

A 4

Able to makes way down hatch towards bucket by ot

Vomits on ot

"ot is, like, weeping"

Adam is weakened

So adam shit and hurled

Adam stomps it down the drain ?

Next morning

Adam comes down with the key

Adam's exhaustion is cured after long rest

We're not talking to adam today

Adam sets key on table "did you wash that first" theo / adam slowly takes key back

Adam casts sleep on ot to kind of relieve him

Cel goes to jones, one of the goblins informs cel that jones is out ,,, just out

Cel can't find jones

Home alone-ing the house now ?

Aerana

House was in state of disrepair before

Spike spell tore up front of house, lots of windows knocked out from fireball explosion and were damaged during fight

Bad to a little bit worse

Theo 20 for investigation

Random ropes and bricks, nails, wooden planks

Intelligence check w advantage

19, sets up a few different traps; two swinging brick traps when a door is opened + simple nails stuck into plank so would hurt if someone stepped on it

Asyna 9 for investigation

Cel sees jones putting a bunch of keys into the lock

Jones can't find the key to open his door

Jones is maybe gonna get some stooges to remove the bodies

10 dragons

Henrietta is gonna dump em

Astigmatism lmao

Back at the manor

Adam is done cleaning

Ot asked if he could be set free, adam says "this is my fault, I got it buddy"

Adam is going to the apothecary down the street

Walks up to counter, fallah is there

"heyo what's poppin fallah"

Takes out potion of necrotic resistance

Adam says he bought it at sea ward, roll for deception; 12

Why am I sO LETHARGIC ALL THE TIME !!!

Offers adam 50 gold

Pushes for 60, 10 for persuasion check

Just takes it for 50

Fallah gives medicine, smells like oregano

Adam goes in for a hug, hesitates then retracts

Goes to bardic school to talk to master

Yava is there

12 insight check

Yava is usually v composed but today

Yava is an elf so is like bruh wdym u trust me after knowing me for like a month

Asks abt house security

Adam just straight up tells her he's in trouble w the xanathar guild and is asking for glyph of warning spells ?

Persuasion check, gives self bardic inspiration

11, yava agrees to help

She's willing to do it for free

Can cover 8 entrances to the house

"I'd b willing to do this but adam u must b more careful"

Adam tells her he's dealing w a large sum of money - half a million dragons

There was half a million dragons embezzled ?

Yava thought it was just a rumor

Adam is idiot

Adam asks yava if she wants in

Idiot

#i talk a lot about sandwiches in this one #sn #13

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cloudsncoffee · 5 years

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Idk how to explain this but I have this concept for a girl dating Jo who is super socially conscientious and very anti fast fashion and promotes eco fashion/ brands that pay a living wage, no sweatshops, is environment friendly, etc and and when the boys are on tour they stay for the weekend at her place so there’s a bunch of late night talks and they get close and her passion gets brought up and obvi the boys love fashion/ a good fit so they’d be really interested in what she has to say abt it

Do you know how much I love a research project?

Also, dialogue/banter is my happy place

…

“I thought you said you had a spare room,” Jack is staring at the clothing racks lining the walls around the bed, “This doesn’t look very ‘spare’.”

You shrug, smiling a little, “It’s storage, mostly, and studio overflow.”

“Studio?” Zach tilts his head like a puppy, dropping his duffle on the futon.

Jonah, somehow, talked you into hosting a band sleepover tonight after the hotel they were supposed to stay at got leaked. You said yes because you had the space, but six people crammed into your loft one top of all your work is still a lot.

“What studio?” Daniel gets excited.

“Not that kind of studio,” Jonah shakes his head, grinning, “It’s for fact fashion.”

“I’m confused,” Corbyn narrows his eyes, “What’s fact fashion?”

“It might be easier just to show you,” You lead them out of the guest room and into the studio, flipping on the lights, illuminating your piles of boxes and sewing machine and finished products. Every one of them, save for Jonah, gapes.

“It’s a play on words, sort of,” You explain, “My brand; it’s fact instead of fast fashion, get it?”

“Ah, no?” Corbyn raises one eyebrow, still completely baffled, “I don’t know what fast fashion means either.”

“Oh, man,” Jonah laughs, “I hope you’re prepared to take notes.”

“Shut up,” You elbow him a little, “You like it.”

“Yeah, I do,” His hand sides up your back, tangling his fingers in your hair, “Your passion is so sexy.”

“Alright,” Jack interrupts, “That’s enough of that. We all have to sleep here tonight,” He smirks, “Actually sleep, not the other thing you’re thinking about.”

“Yeah, Jack,” Jonah ignores him, still looking at you, “I am aware of what sleep means.”

“Back to my question,” Corbyn leans forward, “What’s a fast fashion?”

“So,” You search for an example they’d be able to recognize, “You know those packs of tee shirts you can get at Walmart?”

“Yes?” Corbyn drags out the word.

“Have you ever thought about why those are so cheap?”

“Because the quality sucks,” Jack offers, “Anything from Walmart is good for like two wears then it’s basically trash.”

“That’s definitely part of it,” You nod, “But the bigger idea is that for the company to sell something that cheap, someone somewhere else is paying for it.”

“I don’t get it,” Zach pouts, and you fight the urge to ruffle his hair.

“Cheap is almost code for cheating,” You explain, “And that usually means on the people on the assembly line,”

“Like all those horrible factories,” Corbyn makes the connection.

Jack gets it too, “I’ve seen those stories, where people have to work thirty hours a day and sleep in rooms without windows.”

“Well,” You don’t smile at his mathematical failing, but it’s a near thing, “Thirty hours a day is impossible, but there’s still way too many people being forced into working inhuman shifts. Being against fast fashion is about being for those people. It’s not just about wanting quality in your clothes, but about wanting quality in the lives of the people who make them.”

Corbyn nods, “I’ve never really thought about it like that before.”

“So, your brand,” Daniel drawls, looking at the racks of jackets along the wall.

“I do something called upcycling,” You take one down and show him the back, “Basically, I use vintage materials to give old jackets, usually denim but sometimes leather, a new life.”

“She turns them into art,” Jonah insists, “Look at this,” He pulls a hanger with one of your designs half-finishes, biting lips sewn into the back panel of the denim in vintage velvet and embroidery.

“That is sick,” Corbyn starts looking through the rest of the rack, “You have to make me one,”

“Me too,” Zach and Jack jinx each other.

Daniel nods in agreement too, his eyes hopeful.

Jonah laughs, “Guys, I don’t even have one.”

“Actually,” You cross the room to the box on your desk.

Jonah is freezes, “Wait. Really?”

“Maybe,” You don’t look back, and suddenly, he’s right behind you.

Jonah hooks his chin over your shoulder and runs his hand over the lid, “Can I?”

“It’s yours,” You answer, your heart beating so fast you think it might beat out of your chest. Jonah’s been so supportive of you but it’s still more terrifying than you imagined to give him the piece you’ve been working on for months, saving scraps of material and searching every vintage store you know for his jacket. You finally found it in New York, wide enough in the shoulders and long enough in the sleeves to fit his body, taken from a collection nearly thirty years old. It must have true black at one point, but now it’s faded to gray in places, not threadbare but worn in in a way that means he’ll be able to move in it. You left the front alone, stitched fabric to the inside of the cuffs for a bit of color when he pushes up his sleeves, and spent hours working on the back.

Jonah unfolds it, holding it up to admire it, and the guys sees the back first.

“Damn,” Corbyn swears, “That’s so cool.”

Jonah turns it over, and finds his signature, scrawled across the back in your favorite fabrics. “Baby,” His voice is reverent. He carefully flips up the collar, looking at the spot he knows you place your signature, where you stitch facts about the industry, about recycling, your little attempts at save the planet, and reads instead,

“‘Fact: I love you.’”

You haven’t said it yet, not out loud, and this isn’t how you thought that moment would go, but it doesn’t make it any less perfect.

Jonah looks down at you, smiling, “Is that a fact?”

“You know I’m very committed to the truth,” You smirk.

“God, I love you,” He mutters, cradling his jacket in one hand and your head the other to press you lips together.

You get lost in it, his mouth on yours makes the rest of the world cease to exist, until someone clears their throat.

“Again,�� Jack sighs, “We’re all sleeping here tonight. Sleeping.”

Zach punches him, but Corbyn interrupts too, “Yeah, and we need to discuss mine, because Jonah can’t have the best fit in the band. That’s insanity.”

You smile, proud and bashful and so happy all at the same time. It’s not insane for Jonah to be the best dressed, he is your boyfriend after all, but it is a pretty good description of your life; Insanity, but the best kind.

#jonah marais #why don't we #why don't we imagines #fanfic #daniel seavey #jack avery #corbyn besson #zach herron

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pupcrimes · 5 years

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gasp,,,, i just checked liett's tag and,,,,,, my heart,,,,, can you maybe tell us some more abt him?? im sorry im just.... so intrigued.... bab eby,,,,

sure, I’d love to talk about him! Líett is my Jedi Knight. He’s an easygoing, tenderhearted kind of person, always willing to lend a hand or give a hug or just be there with a person if they needed some company. He’s pretty much what my idea of a perfect jedi would be: kind, understanding, emotionally open, loving and honest, with an affinity for the Living Force.

He grew up in the lower levels of Coruscant, pretty much raised himself - he doesn’t remember much about his mother, and his father died when he was maybe six or seven. He managed to survive by endearing himself to the locals, offering to help people with moving or running errands for them, things like that. He actually became pretty well-known for his helpfulness, though the rumor mill liked to focus more on his friendship with the entertainers at Skol’s Pleasure Palace, a local bordello where people down on their luck could find work in dancing and prostitution. Lee pretty much adopted them as his family and, even though he’s seen people come and people go, he still holds to it that they are his family and keeps in contact with them whenever he can.

Though he’d been on Coruscant for as long as he could remember, Líett wasn’t discovered by the Jedi until he was 11 or 12. By that point, he had already found a lightsaber crystal and, not knowing what it was but feeling inexplicably drawn to it, wore it on a necklace to keep it close to his heart. When the Jedi who’d discovered him explained what it was, Líett decided to go with them to the temple to start learning about the Force and how he and every other thing connected to it.

It was during his time at the Temple that Líett’s fascination with plants truly blossomed. Though he came to enjoy life at the Temple, it wasn’t what Lee truly wanted for himself. So, after almost two years of studying with the Jedi, at thirteen years old, Lee put in the request to join the Order’s Agricultural Corps. It was while he was with AgriCorps that Lee to met the man who would become his first Jedi master, Tendo Wran. Unfortunately, their time together was cut short when, two years later, Coruscant was invaded by Sith forces and Wran was killed in the chaos. Months later, Amiri Ziven, one of Wran’s close friends and a former apprentice of Orgus Din, asked Líett to become her first padawan. Líett accepted.

For seven years, they traveled the galaxy and trained together. Ziven taught Líett advanced lightsaber combat alongside the philosophy of the Living Force, their lessons usually a bit on the chaotic side – Ziven was very much a Jedi of action, with a tendency to stumble into trouble-in-progress, so sometimes their lessons would be shouted over the noise of blaster fire or during a high-speed chase… not that Lee was complaining, much. However, this came to an end when Ziven decided to leave the Jedi Order, and so Líett was called to Tython to continue his training, where he met Orgus Din and then became his padawan and yeah, vanilla class story stuff, don’t really remember how it all goes since I’ve only played it once and it’s been a while, but Lee becomes a Jedi Master at age 26 or something like that, so that’s cool.

Fast forward to Shadow of Revan, and Líett meets Aric Jorgan while they’re both working in the Yavin Coalition. At first, Aric’s a bit skeptical of Lee’s competence in battle since Lee doesn’t really give the impression that he’s a Jedi Battlemaster, but he’s quickly swayed when they come across their first set of enemies. After that, Aric is Interested with a capital I. He and Lee become fast friends; Lee shows Aric the benefits of meditation and Aric points out plants while he’s on patrol with Líett just to hear Lee talk about them. Even after the Yavin Coalition parts ways, Lee and Aric remain in contact, though they don’t start dating for another two years. One of their first dates is actually at the celebration of my Havoc Squad sniper oc Yaro Zhedovi marrying Elara Dorne, so of course Yaro teases her commander about how the two of them share an anniversary.

Then, later on, sometime during KoTFE, Líett meets Dego and the two of them really hit it off, much to Aric’s chagrin, and there’s a lot to unpack about this whole dynamic so I’m gonna skip to the happy part: the three of them all manage to work it out and become a happy little triad. It takes like four years to get there, but it does happen, and that’s what’s important.

that’s probably waaaaaaay more than you were expecting but i’ve got a lot of info about my ocs and once i started i just couldn’t stop! and believe me when i say i could keep going because really, i love lee a whole lot and im happy someone took an interest in him! so thank you!!

#long post #theyronshan #oc: liett

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