#because i liked playing pretend? because i liked drawing? because i watched tv shows and liked making ocs and drawing tv show characters

[highvern]

Rough

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: Cheol’s hands, fingering, spitting, minor pain kink, pussy slapping, teasing/begging, thick dick cheol, unprotected sex, creampie, minor breeding kink, mating press, soft(ish) dom Cheol, strength kink, he’s wearing a watch and his chain, praise

Length: ~2k

Note: an ode to Cheol's hands, and his c*** i needed a cigarette while looking at pictures of his hands for this fic. everyone rot with me @gyuswhore @wonustars @ourdawnishotterthanourday @seokgyuu

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The lights of the TV illuminate you and your boyfriend’s intertwined forms resting on the sofa. Seungcheol’s hands busy themselves, fingers digging into the sore cords of muscle twisted along your legs. He thinks nothing of it, focused on the drama unfolding on screen while you focus on the cool metal of his watch licking just above your knee.

He smiles when you jump, the tickle of his fingers sending bubbling laughter into the space between you.

“What?” He asks, as if he doesn't have all your weak spots committed to memory.

“Nothing.” you mumble.

“Want me to stop?”

A shake of your head is the only reply Seungcheol needs before he pins your flailing limbs and goes about his business once again. 

His hands always feel incredible. They’re always warm, always gentle despite what lurks beneath the surface. And they’re always on you, in some way or another. 

The roughness of his palm or dig of his fingers are second nature after years of them glued to your body. Whether they’re holding you close or stroking across your cheek as he wakes you with sweet kisses. Heating the small of your back while he guides you in a crowd, or tangled with your own as he whispers his deepest secrets into the dark late at night. You love every part of him but his hands show you a million different ways he feels the same.

You try not to react as he massages up your thighs, the sinew of muscles seizing before they melt under his careful ministrations. 

Every sigh through your nose is a tell Seungcheol is well accustomed to; what you like and what you love. Because he knows you like when he focuses on the curve of your quad, or the meat of your calves until they’re putty.

But you love when he pushes his hand under your oversized shirt and stretches the muscles deeper inside until you vibrate with want.

“You’re not watching the movie.” He whispers into your ear, nose following the curve of your jaw to the place he knows drives you wild.

“I'm a little distracted right now.”

And just like that the thick fingers stuffed in your cunt freeze before retreating. You can’t close your thighs to stop it due to the hand pinning your leg down to his lap with bruising force. But he can’t prevent your free leg from kicking in protest as you beg him to stay.

Seungcheol pinches the inside of your thigh until it stings, “Stop.”

You know that tone. It’s the one that warns you if you keep going, you won’t get what you want; what you need. Seungcheol isn’t a stingy lover but he likes to play and this is his newest game. If you can play along long enough he’ll make it worth your while.

“Eyes on the TV.”

With a harsh swallow you turn back to the screen. Once your boyfriend is sure you won’t look away, his hand returns, three fingers stretching you at a snail's pace. When he’s worked them all in, no longer cautious of your initial discomfort, he stops; focused on curling up against that spot he’s always found with embarrassing ease; pressing until your legs shake and you actually do start dripping into his lap. If it wasn’t for the fabric of your shirt, he could see everything.

The hand on your thigh joins in, the pad of his finger drawing rough circles of your clit. It’s fast and it's dirty but you keep pretending to watch the TV while Suengcheol does as he wants. Your mind is so numb you don’t even realize he’s pushed away the blanket and ruched your shirt up your hips to leave you bare. Not until you hear him spit and feel it land on your exposed clit framed between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into the upholstery. “Please.”

But he’s not done yet. A swift slap to your pussy sends stars in your eyes and your body ten feet in the air if not for the man forcing you in place.

“Just relax, baby.”

You try. And Seungcheol respects your effort because every muscle he worked into submission over the past ten minutes jumps alive under your skin but you sit still in his lap and take what he gives you like he knows you can.

He kisses your cheek before whispering, “I love you.” 

Each word burns into your skin, licks through your blood. He loves you, and you love him and all he wants to do is take care of you. So you try and let him even if it means madness. 

Seungcheol watches you pretend to watch the movie once again, but your mind focuses on the sound of debauchery echoing between your thighs. If you looked down you know what you’d see. The way your pussy clings to his fingers with every stroke out, how they glisten with your arousal, every squeeze; everything. 

All the teasing is enough to make your eyes gloss. Especially when he adds a fourth finger and tells you how perfect you are, how you were made for him, and if you cum right now he’ll give you his cock but you have to earn it.

You want to feel his lips suck around your clit until you're nothing more than an empty shell but you’ll happily settle for the swipes of his fingers. It’s obscene how wet you are and how loud your ruined cunt is over the blasting speakers. 

“C’mon pretty girl,” he coos into your ear. “Come for me.”

The coil winds and winds until it snaps. All the edges ripple, the world blurs. Every breath hurts from the punch in your stomach forcing bolts of electricity through your nerves. 

And Seungcheol doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you’re crying. Only to kiss away each tear with praise and soft lips. You barely crack your eyes open, watching his fingers disappear between his lips, sucking away the mess before he gives you a taste on his mouth.

Eyes shut and boneless in his arms, you let him push and pull you just the way he wants. Your body’s only protest in the exhaustion Seungcheol’s fucked into you with his hands. But it’s not enough to keep you from taking him again.

It never is.

When the jostling stops, you find him kneeling before you. He hasn't bothered to remove his clothes, or yours. Just forces your shirt over your breasts and his pants down until he's bare. Thick thighs frame an equally thick cock you know like the back of your hand.

If your boyfriend thinks you’re beautiful then he is other worldly in the glow of the LED screen. 

Hands anchored on the back of your knees, you spread out for his eyes only. Seungcheol’s mouth waters at your wrecked pussy, soaked and swollen from his attention, begging to be split on his cock. The drooling tip of his length taps against your clit, sending you deeper into the spiral, each nudge making your muscles twitch until he uses his thumb to catch on your opening and force himself through the mind numbing clench.

Seungcheol goes slow, pressing forward only a millimeter at a time, barely giving you a taste before he pulls back and starts again. If the way you’re positioned didn’t prevent you from rushing him forward than the fist around his cock would as he teases you until you're begging and he’s puffing up with pride at how desperate you are. 

Just when you think he’s ready to give in, almost flat against one another, he pulls out.

“I sweat to fucking god if you don’t fu—ckkkkkkk,”

Sheathed to the base in your heat Seungcheol finds paradise, dick twitching with every breath. The rough skin of his palms circle your ankles, spreading them up and out of the way so he can lean forward and give you what you want; your pussy stretched to the brim on his cock while he fucks every last thought out of your head.

“Move.” You mewl, barely human, shaking under his weight.

Settling your legs over his shoulders, he folds you in half, freeing the hands you love so much to do as he pleases. One lands just above your head to keep him from completely crushing you and the other cradles your jaw, thumb brushing across your lower lip before he meets you with a kiss.

His tongue glides against your own, fucking your mouth as his hips curl in time. Every thrust forward forces the air in your lungs up your throat to be swallowed by your boyfriend. He strokes you to life, pinned in place, helpless, glowing.

Seungcheol groans as he fucks you harder. “Fuck, you take it so well.”

You're shaking, vibrating from the synapses firing through every inch of your being. Chin dipped, you watch him wreck you, creaming around the base of his length like he’s fucked you for hours rather than minutes.

You’ll come like this, without any pressure on your clit; just the delicious drag of his thick cock in your walls, crushed under his weight and entirely at his mercy. Helpless Seungcheol latches his hand you yours, intertwines your fingers, and cants against like he’s possessed.

Eyes rolled as you go limp, you reach for his face and whimper into his mouth, climbing higher and higher until you hit the ceiling. Your hands are everywhere, anywhere in reach as you fail to ground yourself against the wave of pleasure rolling through your veins. And it all shatters with a whimper of his name.

He’s perfect and he’s yours and you don’t know what you did to earn him but you know you could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve him.

You try to break through the noise. But it just serves to make things worse because the only thing the man on top you likes to see more than you desperate for him is you coming on his cock. The arm above your head collapses, sending all of his weight on you, forcing him deeper into your guts until you can taste him on the back of your tongue. The wet clap of his balls against your ass with each rut forward rockets you into the deep end. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” Seungcheol bites into your jaw. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Fuck, you’re so good. So good.” 

It’s blinding, eyes cinched so tight fireworks float in the darkness; Seungcheol’s moans blending with the rush of blood fleeing your brain. He’s feral with the satisfaction of your orgasm, how you wail beneath him like your neighbors won’t hear and know you have a man who pleases you in every way imaginable. Like you want everyone to know his name.

“Cheol,” you whisper, all breath. So quiet he wouldn’t hear you if he wasn’t dialed into your every move. “Want…” you pant. “Want you…”

Seungcheol presses as deep as he can before letting go; stuffing you with his cum, grinding into your pussy with every jerk of his cock until it spills around where he splits you and slips down your ass. 

His eyes never leave yours, watching you take every drop of his affection like you were made to. Like he was the one made to give it to you. Even with your thrashing, you never look away.

A final pathetic noise scratches the inside of your throat when he’s done. Seungcheol won’t pull out but he will pull away, yearning to see the mess between your bodies. Cum and arousal smears your bellies, your thighs, the base of his cock still inside you. Eventually he'll pull you up to wash off and you have no doubt the cushion will be beyond repair.

When he’s had his fill, he collapses into your chest, arms twine around your back as he kisses you with every ounce of devotion he can spare. Until you can feel his love down to the tips of your toes and through every last cell in your body.

And because showing you isn’t enough, he tells you again and again while he fills you once more in the comfort of your shared bed.

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[snekdood]

whats really unfortunate is im p sure my sister was the catalyst for why people in my town like to just gossip and make shit up about me without asking. like it started with her talking to my middle school bully about me behind my back, probably telling her all kinds of bullshit bc my sisters a compulsive liar, then that bully followed me to highschool for a brief moment before leaving, spreading all the bullshit that started at my old school to my new one before dipping. and then people started making shit up about me at highschool. i was so excited to finally get a fresh start in highschool only for that bitter cunt to come along and sour shit for no fucking reason bc idk she has a weird hate boner for me, who can say (maybe it was some bullshit my sister said 🙃 i wonder!). and since my high school was way bigger and she had a wider range of people, word just spread through the grapevine of whatever dumb shitppl were coming up with mixed with actual events that happened that painted me in an embarrassing light or whatever. and im like. kinda sure that the only reason my ex decided to turn on me so hard, shaming me in every capacity down to just who i am inherently was bc alllll of those stupid rumors came to them after we broke up. like. yall just wont let me escape this NOR EVEN GIVE ME THE FUCKING CHANCE TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT IN ANY CAPACITY. why in the FUCK are you SO FUCKING INVESTED IN TRYING TO FUCK UP MY LIFE?? WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE??? LEAVE ME THE FRESH FUCK ALONE!!! IF YOU’RE STILL TALKING ABOUT ME AFTER HIGHSCHOOL WITH PEOPLE WE WENT TO HIGHSCHOOL WITH YOU LITERALLY HAVENT MATURED FOR SHIT AND I FEEL BAD FOR YOU ABOUT THAT. LIKE HOLY FUCK. yall are dense self absorbed pieces of shits who think you’re so above whoever you decide to throw under the bus but you’re literally the same staple mediocre mean girl from every other fucking school anyone has ever fucking seen. if you’re not even going to give me a list of my sins. if none of you assholes are even going to approach me to ASK ME DIRECTLY IF WHAT SOMETHING SOMEONE SAID WAS TRUE. INSTEAD OF HANGING OUT WITH ME TO SECRETLY GET INFO AND HOPEFULLY GET INFO ABOUT THAT OUT OF ME. IF YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOING TO WELCOME ME INTO THE GOSSIP CIRCLE SO I CAN TELL ALL OF YOU **AT THE VERY LEAST** MY PERSPECTIVE, OH, LETS FORGET BELIEVING VICTIMS WHEN IT COMES TO ME, REMEMBER, IM PROBABLY LYING ABOUT EVERYTHING MY FAMILY OR ANYONE WHOS ABUSED ME HAS EVER DONE RIGHT LOL 🤪 KILL YOURSELF. You literally dont deserve anything you could ever benefit from being my friend. i hope all of you selfish drama-vampires, who apparently cant survive without gossiping like its fucking air, rot

[wannaeatramyeon]

DG x Reader: Manager and their Idol

8.5k. G/N. Soft, colleagues to lover (guess I love this trope). Masterlists

You had imagined life as a K-Pop idol manager to be much more glamorous.

You pity your young naive self. The one that envisaged schmoozing with stars and rubbing elbows with the movers and shakers, and instead set you on this horrid, lacklustre path.

What you didn't expect was the amount of time playing driver. Carting that stupid pink haired brat around. Waiting on him hand and foot during shoots and interviews, and being at his beck and call.

You have saved his ass more times than you can recall, ran through scripts with him, practised his stupid dances and moves alongside, protected him from unhinged fans and reporters and scavengers.

And yet you can count on one hand the amount of times he has thanked you.

Actually no, it didn't require any hands because he has thanked you exactly zero times for all your early mornings and late nights and for going above and beyond your duty.

Out of desperation, you had asked your boss if you could manage someone else and the request was declined.

"DG has taken a liking to you," she said, tone impressed as if that was something you should be proud of.

"Great," your smile comes out as more of a grimace.

And goddamn, this agency was so stupidly prestigious and the benefits and perks here really are second to none. Just why did Diego fucking Kang have to be their top idol.

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The first time you crossed the threshold into his building, greeting the reception security guard and entering his penthouse keycode like you had been let in on the world's greatest secret, you had tiptoed around like a child in a museum. After all, this was DG's residence. The DG!

You had ooh-ed and aah-ed at every little thing. 

Taking delight in seeing his interior design of choice, the type of candy that he snacks on, the shampoo and conditioner he uses, the way he organises his desk. This is the chair DG sits on to eat. This is the sofa DG lounges on to watch TV. This is the bed he sleeps in, the bath he uses, the toilet he-

Any wide eyed innocence and awe evaporated after your first week working together.

Today, you stab in the entry code and let the door shut with a bang. 

You set his now cold coffee order on the kitchen counter and rifle with practised fingers through his unopened mail to see if there is anything you should draw his immediate attention to. You pick up his discarded clothes from the floor (and for fuck's sake, this suit jacket was on loan) and make your way to his bedroom where tufts of pink hair peeks out from under the cover.

"Good morning," you announce, locating the remote to open the blinds and letting in some sunlight.

Bedsheets rustle behind you.

"Good morning Diego," you repeat and give one warning, "I hope you're decent." With that, you throw the covers back to find the scantily dressed idol glaring up at you.

You remember the days when this sight would have made you weak at the knees. Seeing him half naked, in the flesh, freshly woken up with bedhead and half lidded eyes. It's what most of Korea dreams of, including yourself once upon a time.

Now all you feel is extreme irritation.

"Good morning," you say for the third time, plastering on a saccharine smile that you know DG sees clearly through because it is insincere as hell to anyone with half a brain cell. You let the fakeness shine through anyway.

For a split second, DG frowns as his eyes drop to your lips and then he pretends everything is good. Smiling back prettily, sharp canines on show and stretching. Lifting his arms overhead, showing a good stretch of pecs and abs and the line of muscle in a V pointing like an arrow straight down to his-

You roll your eyes.

"You're late." You throw the covers back over him and stride back towards the door. "We should have left half an hour ago." You leave out the part where you had been waiting downstairs in the car and after an hour of no show and no anything, you stomped your way up to his home.

DG, sensing your mood, adds oil to the fire with a smirk, "Why didn't you wake me then?"

If that idiot bothered to look at his phone, he would see a number of missed calls and unread messages from you.

Whatever.

"Hurry up."

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DG has come across many people like yourself over the years. All cute and bright eyed, way too soft.

He never gave you any special treatment, for better or worse, and assumed that you would eventually burn out or give up and move on to something more worthwhile.

Unfortunately, in a rare turn of events, he had miscalculated.

Of course most people would be starstruck, it's only natural. But he mistook your sincerity and kind smile for ignorance and missed your sharp, observing gaze, and astute mind.

He's impressed, and he really can't remember the last time he was impressed.

In a matter of days of working together, you had managed to cut through the bullshit and within the month got him more compliant and docile than anyone else ever has.

Which should be a huge fucking problem, and raising red flags all over DG's mind.

...Except-

What's really troubling him right now, as he sulks in the passenger seat and you in the driver's, is that you have developed some sort of resistance to his charms.

Maybe a part of him does actually miss the you who he formed the first impression of. Who looked at him in wonder, with the same admiration that everyone else did.

Now that he knows you, he hates that he had thought that initial admiration was insignificant and worthless.

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DG has a stash of candy in the car.

Or more accurately, you keep a stash of candy next to him to a) Shut him up and b) Keep him tolerable.

If DG wasn't so aloof, the fact that he has an incurable sweet tooth (and probably cavities to prove it) would have made headlines as a cute K-Pop fact and likely garnered sponsorship and advertising deals with all sorts of confectionary brands.

You had only found out during your adventures as his manager, rifling through his kitchen drawers trying to find his goddamn phone that he misplaced and you stumbled upon his stash of candy.

It really was a disgusting amount, something you'd expect a gaggle of grade schoolers at Halloween to hoard, not Diego goddamn Kang.

And then you also found out if he's not quiet and haughty in the car, making the atmosphere awkward, he likes to comment on your driving.

Who even sits in the passenger seat next to their 'chauffeur' anyway? He complains about you braking too suddenly and not accelerating fast enough. How you drive like an 80 year old with cataracts, and you're too slow when the light changes to green.

The turn in your relationship happened when you snapped at him to shut the fuck up after losing the final shred of your sanity on a three hour drive.

DG, to your dismay, didn’t miraculously lose his hearing and turns to you as you silently berate yourself for voicing the quiet thoughts out loud.

Although, you're in the deep end now. You're gonna get fired anyway, so if he says anything else you might as well give him a flick on the forehead or a pinch or maybe a punch to the face-

Instead, he laughs.

It's nothing like the laugh you have heard on TV and in interviews. The rehearsed and manicured 'haha' or cool chuckle that suits his shiny persona. It's kinda goofy and a lot endearing.

What's even more endearing is the way he does actually shut the fuck up for the rest of the journey. You like him a lot more after that.

So. You digress.

The candy is a way to keep the sweet toothed maniac quiet. Even if it doesn't work, at least it's harder to make out what insults he's slinging with a lollipop rattling around his mouth.

However, he has never ever shared any with you. Any of the candy that you stock, and pay for.

(That you technically claim back on company expenses, but you're trying to be self righteous here.)

Ever.

In all the months of working with him, he gobbles away happily even if your stomach is growling and you refuse to take any yourself out of principle.

Until-

"Here."

"Huh?"

Taking advantage of your response and open mouth, DG leans into your personal space and feeds you some chewy strawberry something or another (which coincidentally are his least favourite), fingers lingering on your lips for a fraction of a second.

Three things happen in quick succession.

The burst of sugar hits your tongue.

You nearly choke.

You narrowly avoid swerving.

"Careful now," DG grins when you get the car and yourself under control, and glance at him with a scowl.

Good. That proves you're not completely immune to his charms.

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That bastard has now taken it upon himself to feed you candy at every opportunity.

You wonder if he's doing some sort of Pavlov experiment. The sweetness trying to erase any sourness you feel towards him.

It sort of works, and you consider biting his fingers off one of these days.

You hear the crinkling of wrappers, one for him that he pops into his mouth, and one for you that he gives without asking.

You angle your head towards him, and his fingers graze your lips every time.

Neither of you comment on the change but the intimacy drives you a little crazy.

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.

And DG too.

Because intimacy works both ways and damnit his little gesture to keep the pretty blush on your face has backfired.

The only form of intimacy he knows comes from discreet hookups and low key links. Not someone who is around day in, day out. Or anyone that goes deeper than one night stands and booty calls.

You're there, you're always there. Of course you are, you're his manager.

But today, he feels under the microscope with you standing a couple metres away and keen eyes watching the camera monitor.

It's a no nothing day. Standard schedule where he shoots a fragrance commercial and he exits a pool all wet and sultry, white t-shirt clinging to his muscled body.

Then another scene where he writhes around slightly on a sunbed and eye-fucks the camera.

How it sells a fragrance, he never knows. The mystery of showbiz.

"Cut! More powder!" The director shouts out, the crew springing into action and DG knows exactly why.

He feels strangely embarrassed and flustered, which has manifested into his cheeks being flushed, and god he can't even remember the last time he has been like this.

It’s out of character and he needs to get his head together.

As the make up artist hurriedly dabs on some foundation, you make your way over to him.

"Are you sick?" you ask, concerned and reaching out to feel his forehead with the back of your hand.

"I'm fine," He says, turning away from your attentiveness and staring at a point in the distance.

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With most people, if DG wants them out of sight, they stay out of sight.

But as his manager, and a very competent one at that, it’s harder to get you to leave.

Not that DG wants you to either, don’t get him wrong. 

The only constants he has around him are people who want something from him. And yes, he knows you’re only in his company because you work with him. However, he really can’t doubt the concern he always sees in your eyes. The compassion and empathy even when he makes you want to scream and tear your hair out.

His standoffish demeanour is not new to anyone. It’s part of his appeal to be quite honest. 

Yet he feels bad over the next couple weeks as he turns it up to eleven and tries to create some distance. He registers the hurt on your face as he is extra short with his answers and behaviour.

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Pandering to overinflated celebrity egos and the insane Korean work ethic often leads to after hour shoots and dinner delayed until past midnight.

Honestly, this wreaks havoc on your sleep schedule and your skin.

"Here." You retrieve DG's takeout from the paper bag.

A double portion of delicious fried chicken with a side of kimchi and pickles. It's a change of pace from what most idols order, yet he doesn't give two shits about calories or sodium intake and to add insult to injury, somehow manages to keep his trim figure.

You lament your soggy salad sitting at the bottom. As if it’s not sad enough right now - once you arrive home, the lettuce will be wilting and room temperature and you will eat it in your dimly lit apartment with nothing to keep you company except the sound of the TV.

DG notices you turning to leave his penthouse, and his mouth moves before his brain can.

"Aren't you staying?"

"What?" You double take at the question.

DG's company is usually worse than your lonely meal for one. 

He’s annoying and you frequently want to slap him, but how he has been with you lately has been troubling and you actually feel a sense of relief at his offer.

(You had wondered if you might have been getting sacked up until this moment.)

Nevertheless, in all your time working alongside, you have never had a proper meal one on one together. Nothing more than you driving with one hand and the other hastily shoving a burger into your mouth as he looks on in disgust.

You would have dwelled on this more, wondering what's changed, what’s happened, but then-

"I'll share." DG nudges the box towards you, and the delicious scent of deep fried, battered goodness wafts along with it it

All your misgivings and your salad is forgotten.

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Almost.

No, you were wrong.

Eating with DG, without any distractions such as traffic to navigate or other boisterous colleagues around, is unnerving. Disarming.

His haughtiness remains, but how haughty can someone be when munching on a drumstick.

All frostiness from the past weeks melts away as you both eat your way through his chicken.

He’s talking more tonight than you have heard in a while.

You find him funny, and really quite bitchy. Which you did know all along except it's much funnier now his slanderous comments aren't directed at you.

And has he always looked at you with such a piercing gaze? So intensely focused on what you have to say. Even if you're just complaining about your boss, blurring your lines of professionalism, he gives you his full attention.

You really can't remember the last time you have been in each other's company like this. 

You loathe to admit that even with what an asshole he is, DG's shine hasn’t dulled enough for you that you don't understand the appeal.

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Leaning forward, DG whispers into your ear.

To anyone else, it looks like an over-affectionate idol with their manager. If they could hear his words, "I'm going to kill you," they would think otherwise.

Ok, so this one is your fault.

The good times have to come to an end and maybe you should have been more careful with his pride and joy - some ridiculously overpriced and over-specced vehicle.

Taking advantage of the clear blue Seoul skies, the pink haired menace was the one who drove you today in his fancy imported sports car, but the speed limits and the rest of the traffic was not on his side.

Already running late, even for him, he parked somewhere convenient and illegal then passed you the keys, leaving you stranded on the sidewalk, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, as he strode off to meet his music producer and choreographer and left you to park his baby elsewhere.

Why he entrusted you with it, you're not sure.

You would have done it anyway though, because when else are you going to have an opportunity to drive a supercar, if your boss didn't call at that moment. Questioning your expenses and DG's schedule and confusing you about the fitting at a fashion house and hair styling appointment that you knew like the back of your hand but when someone is so confidently incorrect, you start to doubt yourself.

By the time you got off the phone after pacing up and down the street and checking and double checking DG's timetable, you finally make your way back to the car-

And see it in the middle of being compounded.

You had begged and pleaded with the two men who were having none of it and you left, tail between your legs, to beg and plead with the other man who you knew would also have none of it.

Damn, you hate it when you prove yourself right in these instances.

You know DG won't really kill you, but he will likely make your life hell for the next couple weeks.

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A normal person being pissed off at you would probably result in the silent treatment until tempers cool down.

DG does the opposite. Sort of.

He takes pleasure in making things as awkward for you as possible, until you're squirming in your seat trying to stay professional, thinking about your job and your rent and your bills; or torn between wanting the ground to swallow you up.

Around other people, your boss, your colleagues, his colleagues, he sidles up to you all smiles and soft looks. Slips purposely into banmal, and then oopsy, pretends that he didn't mean to be so informal with you around others.

Gossip soon stirs about your and DG's close relationship, if there's something else going on. Only you can see the mischief in his eyes and the malice in his smile and you think about yanking him by the ear and demanding to know what he is playing at.

Alone, he denies any sort of miscreant behaviour. Barely listening to you complaining and snapping at him. Ending with him outright ignoring you and you fume even harder.

This time, you're not sure the punishment even fits the crime. 

Any guilt soon dissipates when his car is returned in perfect condition within a couple days but his performance lasts for weeks.

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Teasing you has always been fun for DG - when your cheeks dust angrily with pink and your eyes burn with fire.

The equivalent of a boy pulling a girl’s pigtails in the school yard.

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Meetings with HNH Group usually do not involve you. If it does, at most you are waiting in the car.

Luckily, there are also an assortment of cafes and restaurants within a stone's throw and it gives you some time to debrief and catch a breather from following DG's hectic schedule.

The downside is you're never sure if a two hour meeting will be condensed to fifteen minutes or if a quick catch up with Charles Choi and other Executives turns into an all nighter.

There's been days where you have ordered a meal, then had to abandon it with a sigh and a longing look as you spot DG striding out of the building looking pissed off that you're not already there, or stayed in the vehicle with the engine running and your stomach rumbling as short appointments overshoot.

Maybe this is another consequence from DG being petty and irate with you for getting his car towed - you're left snoozing at the steering wheel of your runaround, the idol standard-issue luxury minivan, waiting for his return.

It's far too late in the evening for anywhere to be open, only the fluorescent lights of convenience stores and glare of the HNH logo illuminates the streets.

DG opens the sliding door, climbs into the back and slams it hard enough to jerk you awake and rattle the entire van.

He’s sitting by himself in the back, which is odd enough in itself.

As you blink away the dregs of sleep, in the rearview mirror, you notice the stiffness in his shoulders and the tightness in his jaw. His eyes stare vacantly out the window. DG is clearly upset about something, enough to crack through his aloof veneer.

"Are you ok?" You don't get a response, not even a passing glance.

Obviously something has gone wrong with the HNH Group meeting and the stress has manifested.

You wrack your brains thinking of something that might cheer up this asshole and you think of the only thing that improves your mood when you're on the verge of a breakdown.

(Usually due to the aforementioned asshole in your current presence). 

"Tteokbokki and beer?" You offer. It’s past your bedtime but a sulky DG for the rest of the week will also ruin your week too.

DG briefly looks at you before going back to staring at the window. It’s not a no.

You don’t get home until past 4am that night. 

At your favourite late night hole-in-the-wall, you eat far more tteokbokki than DG. On second thoughts, you don’t remember him eating any at all. You’re talking and downing beers to fill the silence, trying to perk up this silly celebrity. Loose lipped and spilling far more details than you would if you were sober, with him seated opposite and sipping on a soda. 

As the night ticks along, he thaws and a small smile settles on his face watching you gesticulate and ramble about your life.

You don’t get home until past 4am that night-

With DG driving, piggybacking you up to your apartment, and tucking you into bed.

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DG can’t stop thinking of the weight of you on his back, arms slung over his shoulders, legs at his waist and his hands gripping your thighs.

You slurring drunkenly into his ear as he climbs the stairs in your building. It’s mostly nonsense. He can’t make out your words but remembers your breath tickling his skin.

And when he wraps your duvet around you, the brief moment of lucidity in your eyes as you look at him, softer than you ever have, you tell him, “Thanks Diego.”

Diego.

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Nothing changes between the two of you after this. Not really.

You still find him an enormous thorn in your side. Incredibly stuck up and haughty and you continue to want to throttle him on a weekly basis but you are immensely grateful for him not leaving you a passed out heap on the sidewalk.

You’re in the middle of chastising him once again, dragging him out of bed as he is running late and being an absolute dick about it. Taking it easy as if he has all the time in the world. 

Well of course he does. He’s not the one that will be getting an earful from your boss or on the receiving end of the production crew’s complaints, as if trying to manhandle and cart this manchild around is easy.

“Diego Kang, I swear to fucking god-”

"James." He says, interrupting you as he picks out and pulls an eye-wateringly expensive jumper over his head.

"What?"

"Call me James when it's just us.” He checks out his outfit in the mirror, seemingly satisfied with it, before moving onto his hair. “James Lee. That's my real name."

DG, or James Lee, keeps his eyes on his reflection. Inspecting his non-existent roots, styling his fringe to make it fall just so and applying a liberal amount of hair product.

Nonchalant and casual even as he offers something desperately personal about himself.

"James," you say, trying out the sound for yourself. A name that seems at odds with his loud K-Pop shell but you imagine a time before the fame and the celebrity and the pink hair and it somehow fits.

"James," you repeat, and receive a small smile in return. Then it drops as you add, “If you don’t get your ass in the car in the next five minutes I will kill you.”

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“James,” you think to yourself before you drift off to sleep that night. 

How peculiar.

“James, James, James.”

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Celebrities these days are multi-hyphenates.

DG is an Idol-CEO-Actor, or at least trying to add the last one onto his resume. On looks alone, he would have already gotten his foot through the door. Add on his reputation and popularity, he is drowning in offers.

What you personally dislike more with K-dramas scenes though, is how long things take. How much it revolves around other actors and their managers whereas DG being in the studio or filming a music video is pretty much all him.

This K-drama is supposed to be the next big thing. 

With the biggest names attached, including DG who is making a cameo. The cameo that was also scheduled to be filmed five hours ago but you have both just been lurking in his dressing room since.

Along with some measly snacks and refreshments, which the crew has been kind enough to provide. 

However, the snacks are all but gone (thanks to you) and the refreshments are dwindling and there is no end in sight.

DG, or James, as you have started to call him in your head, is on his phone. He’s always on his phone. Scrolling through news articles, responding to important emails and messages.

There’s only so much news or celebrity gossip you can take. You have exhausted your own social media feeds and you have spent far too much money on your gacha games and the guilt has set in.

You twiddle your thumbs on the sofa next to him as he takes no notice of your presence and you decide to rest your eyes. 

Why not anyway? DG doesn’t need anything right now, work won’t be interrupting you, and there’s nothing for you to do. Just for a minute or five. Until someone from the production team knocks on the door and announces that it’s time for his scene.

DG side-eyes you when he notices your breath start to slow and deepen. Falling asleep on the job, really?

Then you let out a snore before smacking your lips together a couple times and he holds back a snort. He reasons that he should let you have some time to rest. After all, you’re the one that drives him around, his life is in your hands everyday and tiredness kills.

He’s on his phone for a few more minutes, reading through more emails on PTJ Entertainment and out of the corner of his eye he notices you drooping.

Body slowly slumping to slouch over him, until your head makes contact with his shoulder and you’re snoozing happily on your newfound pillow.

It’s equal parts inappropriate and cute.

Ugh, DG is 99% sure you’re drooling on him and the wardrobe department isn’t going to be happy when he returns the outfit.

Either way, that’s not going to be his problem. He adjusts minutely, makes it just a touch more comfortable for you and continues to scroll.

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You wake up to a wetness by your mouth, and to your horror, DG smirking down at you.

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Despite none of this being your fault, you apologise to everyone about having to reschedule DG’s music video shoot due to the previous day’s K-drama delays.

To your relief, the music video goes swimmingly and without a hitch, and the production is wrapped up on time. 

You’ll happily bet that his new song will go straight to No.1. If not, then at least the sensual music video will guarantee DG remains top of mind for weeks. 

You’re updating your boss and even she seems to be pleased.

"This is just work." DG interrupts as you're mid call.

You look up at him, brows furrowed.

Holding your hand to your phone to mute the speaker, you whisper, "I know."

"Good," and he walks away leaving you as confused as ever.

It's not the first time you have seen him shoot an MV, which thank the heavens is so much more efficient than bloody k-dramas, and also not the first time that there's been scenes that emulate an intimate moment. Lips nearly brushing together. Hands roaming bodies under fake rain.

Even if DG notices that you're watching the scene, eyes glazed over and bored, he still felt the urge to explain to you that there's nothing between you and the leading lady in the video.

Once out of sight of everyone, he facepalms himself for his ridiculousness.

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You’re right, and you absolutely love it when you’re right.

The song goes straight to No.1 and holds that position for weeks, fending off competition from boy bands and girl groups and other solo artists. Apparently it’s going to be the song of the summer.

The music video also breaks records for being the most watched within 24 hours.

DG only reviews it once for post-production checks and finds it just fine.

There’s something he can’t quite put his finger on that seems off with it.

He wonders what it would look like if it was you starring opposite him.

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“Where on earth is he?” You grit your teeth and grip harder onto the umbrella that is threatening to be swept away by the wind.

And another thing with being DG’s manager: it’s fine if he’s late but not if it’s you.

(Although to be fair, this instance of him being late is likely due to this particular music producer he’s meeting with enjoying the sound of his own voice.)

You were running late exactly one time in the past, during the first couple days of managing him, when the skies opened and drenched the earth. 

Heavens forbid DG’s perfect, beautiful, flawless hair is ruined by the rain. 

It’s not like he looked like a drowned rat. The paparazzi caught him in a wet t-shirt, fabric clinging to his abs and his pink hair slicked back stylishly. Even the goddamn raindrops were running fashionably down his high cheekbones and dripping off his pout.

For the next week, the tabloids and internet forums went wild with how hot he looked. 

(Who knows, maybe that was the inspiration for his fragrance commercial.)

Nevertheless, DG was displeased and it made its way back to your boss how displeased he was.

Ever since, you have been the unfortunate soul waiting in all manners of weather for him. Rain storms, blistering sun, freezing snow.

Today, it’s your favourite. Rain. You shiver against the elements trying to take shelter under the building entrance canopy, the wind whipping the downpour every which way and you’re getting soaked regardless of how you angle your umbrella.

“Hurry up, DG.”

You check the time over and over. He would be early to his next appointment if he exited the building now. 

…On time.

…On time if the traffic was in your favour.

…Late, but not terribly so.

…Fashionably late.

… Late enough to piss everyone off in the room.

Shit. Just as you begin to fret, wondering if something has happened to him-

Clicks and flashes from cameras alert you to his royal highness finally making an appearance, ready to exit the studio and making his way over to the car.

He materialises by your side, and you mutter a familiar phrase to him. 

“You’re late.” 

It’s a mantra you’re tired of repeating, but he relishes if the amused grin is any indication.

Without a word, he takes off his trench coat and drapes it around your shoulders. His right hand covers yours over the umbrella handle, left wrapping around your waist as he guides you through the throng of reporters and fans.

“What are you doing?” You hiss under your breath. 

You can imagine the optics now from the papers and your boss. It looks… Well. Not terrible but not the best.

“You’re soaked,” is all DG provides, accompanied with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. 

He opens the driver’s door for you before he climbs into the passenger’s side.

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Thank goodness for your gift of the gab.

He’s being a gentleman, you tell everyone that would listen. Isn’t this what Korea wants? An idol with manners and who looks after everyone? Is empathetic and caring?

Think how well it would resonate with the female demographic, who wants a boyfriend like this! The older boomer demographic, who thinks none of the young ‘uns have any manners anymore!

Your boss isn’t convinced until the advertising offers for umbrella companies roll in.

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Truth be told, DG doesn’t know what possessed him to do that. Especially in front of cameras.

Though, it’s not like he could just let you get even more drenched could he? You’re standing there, looking pitiful and he was just going to let you hold the umbrella over him when he should be the one taking care of you-

Hold on.

DG frowns at himself.

Damn.

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James Lee has never looked after anyone besides himself. You need to look after yourself if you are to survive this dog eat dog world. To make it atop the Pre-Generation, the First Generation and now the Second.

He had unfathomably high expectations of himself (that he managed to achieve) and low expectations for relationships (that hadn’t been proven wrong yet).

People have flitted in and out of the chapters of his life, no-one staying around for long. Definitely no-one staying around long enough to know him, for him to grow comfortable with. 

Perhaps it has been the forced closeness that has caused him to let his guard down. Cabin fever, in a sense.

But James Lee, Diego Kang, has himself also been around long enough to know there’s more to you and he wants more of you.

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Finding reasons to spend time together isn’t difficult. Actually, finding reasons to spend time apart would be much harder.

You both get on with your jobs and your duties, even as the closeness grows day by day.

And every time when you’re alone and you call him James, his heart grows fonder.

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Out of all the seats available in his apartment, James lounges next to you, long legs draping over yours.

It's another night in together.

These seem to be happening with increasing frequency. DG at least used to keep up appearances, networking with his fellow celebrities.

Parties where you used to look at him with distaste as starlets surrounded him, award shows that he couldn't care less about as you hung around in the background.

Now he prefers to stay in with you, using work as a thin excuse. Studying lyrics that he has already memorised, going over dances that are long ingrained in him.

"You're not going to her party?" You ask, you were sure this fan-favourite and DG were an item or had history. At the very least, the who's who of the industry always attended her gatherings.

"No," his eyes continue roving over the lines.

Then when you thought the conversation was done, he looks over the top of his paper, eyes sparkling with playfulness, "I prefer being here with you."

Oh. Your breath catches in your throat.

You think you might never breathe normally again.

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No, that’s a lie. Any opportunities for rose-tinted glasses has long passed by. You both know each other too well for that.

You breathe perfectly fine. Actually, this morning you are taking deep breaths to try and centre yourself. 

It’s not working. 

“You’re always fucking late,” you snap, giving in to your anger.

Sometimes you think it is your fault for not watching over DG 24/7. That instead of going back home, you should just live with him so you can shake him awake when he is supposed to get up instead of when he wants to.

And does it hurt him to look the least bit contrite at making your life a misery? 

Why does he have to look so smug with a lollipop stick hanging out his mouth? Seriously, between all the rushing around this morning, when did he find time to look for goddamn candy?

“For fuck’s sake, James.” You’re speed walking towards his front door, looking at the Maps app on your phone and miss his smile at you snarling his name. 

You’re already running behind and every route to the recording studio is red due to roadworks or an accident or just plain ol’ congestion. “Shit!”

Your finger jabs at the elevator button multiple times.

“It’s not going to get there any quicker if you do that,” DG speaks lowly into your ear and you get the urge to pinch him.

Instead of prodding some more at the button, you turn around and prod him in the chest.

“You’re going to get me fired one of these days,” You growl. “It’s fine for you, Diego goddamn Kang, the star who is pretty much untouchable. I’m not. I’m replaceable. There’s a million people who would take my job-”

DG snatches your hand, holds it still. “You’re not replaceable.” Then adds with an infuriating grin, “So what if we’re late.”

The minivan is skipped, and his answer to your problem is his other pride and joy. A motorbike that looks far too aggressive and a complete death trap.

“I’m not getting on that,” you say as DG hands you leathers that materialised from god-knows-where and a spare helmet.

“Fine,” he says, shrugging and throwing a leg over. “I don’t think your boss will be happy.”

“Fuck!”

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If this was any other situation, you would be acutely aware of yourself pressed up against DG’s back. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Except all you can focus on is that you’re going to fucking die. You think you might be screaming.

“Stop screaming!” His disembodied voice calls out. Oh. Turns out you are.

For some reason, DG had thought the helmets with built in speakers and mic would be better for communication. Fun, even. Frankly, you’re just giving him a headache.

(Not to mention the fact that he bought a spare helmet at all. And leathers that he thought would be exactly your size.

He had never rode with anyone before and you certainly had never expressed any interest. Yet he passed by a motorcycle store when he had rare time to spare, and visited on a whim.

If he dwelled on this anymore, DG is sure his headache would turn into a full blown migraine.)

Later that night, when the ringing in his ears finally subside, he will still think about the way you held him.

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When public opinion is on your side, then that’s fantastic. Amazing. You tend to get away with all sorts of things.

When it’s not, the truth can become muddied and there’s mental gymnastics from all sides painting you as the villain.

Fortunately, public opinion generally works in DG’s favour, especially in the case of his stalker who got sentenced for more jail time than if she was harassing a normal person, but not long enough to account for all the distress she has caused.

Such is the criminal justice system.

Her date of release looms large and near. DG, despite his talent and fighting prowess, realises certain traumas can’t be erased.

He grows on edge. Skittish. Snaps at any and everything. It’s noted by journalists. Other managers gives you questioning looks

You don’t miss his change in demeanour. To you, the reason behind it is obvious. 

You’ve heard about this case, everyone has. It dominated headlines for almost a month: the crazy sasaeng fan who believed herself to be DG’s girlfriend before moving onto another poor soul and was finally arrested.

As he spirals, nothing you do or say to him manages to get more than a nod or a frown. You try to offer that she had fixated on someone else before she was arrested, hoping that was a small consolation to him. And though he managed a weak smile, the black cloud still hangs over him.

In the end, you pack your bags and arrive at DG’s one evening. Instead of letting yourself in like you usually would, you ring the buzzer, smile into the door camera and tell him “It’s me!”

The door swings open to reveal DG looking perplexed (and worse for wear). Head tilting, curious and inquisitive when he sees your suitcase and carrier bags full of snacks.

“I’m staying for a while.”

“According to who?”

You barge past him anyway with a grin.

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The date of his stalker’s release arrives and passes without drama.

You miss your home comforts but it makes you happy to see DG’s mood genuinely improve as the days go on.

The luxurious oversized mattress, fancy spa shower, and jacuzzi bathtub also helps to make your stay a bit more bearable.

Not to mention each morning DG actually cooks breakfast for you. Turns out he’s not bad at all at playing a househusband, and it’s also maddening how he manages to get up each day before you when he hasn’t got any place to be.

“Thanks James,” you say, when he presents you with a home cooked meal and his smile grows a bit more each day.

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Peace doesn’t last.

Blurry photos of you both leaving and entering DG’s apartment at all hours of the day and night make the front page of certain news sites.

Headlines scream with leading questions. 

“Relationship beyond Manager and Idol?”

“How a Manager seduced their Idol.” 

“Who is this mystery person that has tamed DG?”

Why anyone deemed it newsworthy is beyond you. You’ve been to his apartment a million times. 

Yes, you suppose the closeness of DG and yourself in the photos can look a little suspect. 

In this particular one, it looks like you have your hand caressing his chest when in actual fact you were shoving him away for a dismissive comment he made.

And the other photo, of his hand on your wrist, was actually him dragging you away when he spotted a herd of fans in the distance.

More pictures unveil themselves.

A snapshot of you driving and DG feeding you candy.

You and DG, whispering intimately in your ear as his supercar is being towed away in the background.

You red faced and drunk as DG piggybacks you outside your building.

His jacket wrapped around you, hand on your waist and angling the umbrella over you.

Him smiling down at you (ok, you admit that you didn’t realise how soft that looks to other people.)

Finally an exceptionally pixelated image of you both on his bike, that could be anyone really.

Unfortunately, your opinion is in the minority as the articles are inundated with comments and furious, tearful fans shrieking that their idol is betraying them. 

Simply unhinged.

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The speculation grows. You’re damned if you do deny anything, damned if you don’t. Your talent agency puts out an official statement.

To your ire, the statement is ‘no comment’ rather than anything more definitive. You glare at James when you find out, suspecting he has something to do with this.

He gives you a shrug, and a familiar look of mischief.

To his credit, he doesn’t leave you completely to fend for yourself. You stay off social media for your sanity, and when the paparazzi hounds you, he's the one with his arm around you, cutting a path through the crowd and shielding you.

It adds fuel to the fire. Does nothing to help your case. 

Still, you can’t help feeling safe and secure with his hand guiding you - holding onto your waist, round your shoulder, or simply - 

Your hand in his.

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Outside of the conference room, where DG is wrapping up a press release for his newest album and nothing else, a reporter slinks out and approaches you.

You’re used to being on the other side of the conversation. Part of the staff, herding DG through camera flashes and questions being thrown at him though there was always some sort of camaraderie. Both parties just trying to do their job with deadlines and targets to hit.

This time you just feel a weariness as you see this person making a beeline towards you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” They say, holding out their hand for a shake which you take with reluctance.

“Hi.”

A voice recorder is thrusted into your face, and you automatically take a step back. “Hope you don’t mind, but I just have a couple questions for you.”

“Um...”

“There’s been lots of sightings of you and DG together-”

You open your mouth to argue-

“Can you confirm your relationship with him?”

A vacant smile settles onto your face. It’s a practised expression where you follow all the cues to be polite and professional even as internally you wish to be anywhere but here. “I’m his manager.”

“Are you two together? Romantically?”

“I’m his manager.” You repeat through gritted teeth, and you’re surprised to hear your voice calm and collected.

“Is that a no? Or-”

“What even is this question?” You scoff, ignoring the way your cheeks heat, and refusing to partake in this circus a moment longer. “This is over.”

You manage to at least catch them looking apologetic, before you stride off into a corner to take a deep breath.

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DG, much more adept and experienced at fending off questions, had finished the conference early and caught the entire exchange, watching you both with a bemused look.

Walking towards you with quiet, measured footsteps, his hand settles onto your lower back as he murmurs your name.

He bites back a laugh at your small, startled jolt.

DG tilts his head to signal ‘this way’. You give him a look but follow him regardless. Trailing behind, moving far away from other prying eyes. 

Up a flight of stairs, through multiple fire doors, turning left then right then another right then maybe a left. It doesn’t matter. You’re hopefully lost and decide to just put your faith in this wretched idol.

He finally seems to find what he’s looking for as he reaches an empty corridor; stopping mid-step and you collide into his back.

“Ack!” You exclaim, hitting the solid wall of muscle.

He lets out a huff of laughter and whirls around to face you, noting how cute your look of surprise is.

How strange though, that this is his current position. But is it really unexpected that the person that has been by his side for months has finally worked their way into his heart and has somehow learned to read him when no-one else could?

If he really thinks about it, yes actually, it is unexpected. No-one else has managed to grow close to him before. As James Lee, as Diego Kang. Birds of a feather or opposites attract or everything in between, no-one has got him like you do. 

There’s still so much more to tell and show you but… First things first.

Fidgeting, you shift your weight from one foot to another, growing self-conscious waiting for DG to talk, only to find him staring intently at your face. Impatient, you give in and speak first.

“What is it?”

“...”

“Diego-”

“James.” He cuts in abruptly, “It’s just us right now. Please.”

You blink in shock at the please and correct yourself at his insistence, lowering your voice so it doesn’t echo down the empty hallway. “James, are you ok?”

“Better than ever,” he says, a smirk now pulling at his lips.

You register his change in mood and narrow your eyes, wondering where this is going. “Why are we here?”

“When the reporter asked if we were together, you said you’re my manager.”

“I am your manager.”

“But you are interested in me.”

It’s not a question. DG, no James, says it like a fact and there’s no doubt in your mind or his. You open your mouth to argue, then close it again. Open it once more-

What.

You feel some cogs in your brain misfiring and all you can manage is a feeble, “Huh?”

“You told them you’re my manager, but didn’t say no to being with me.”

“...”

“So. What do you think?”

“Of what?”

“Us.”

“You like me. Tell me that I’m wrong.”

You take a step back. “...”

Another step. “...”

“Tell me you don’t want this.”

And your back hits the wall with an oomph.

DG slaps his hand on the wall beside your head, bends at the waist and leans his weight forward until he’s eye level with you. “Tell me and I promise I’ll stop.”

“...”

You’re cornered and he searches your face for a response.“Y/N?”

“...”

Fuck. Fuck!

How on earth are you supposed to respond when he looks at you like this. When his face is millimetres from yours and his breath is on your skin and his dark eyes pierces into your soul, pupils blown deliciously wide.

With his stupid pink hair and his fringe flopping, framing his face and his high cheekbones.

The stupid canines of his poking out that gives him so much character and is so hot it hurts when he flashes it accompanied with an arched brow and an arrogant smile.

His stupid pout and his stupid lips, that you know is constantly moisturised with a fancy overpriced lip balm to make it look kissable for the cameras.

And Jesus Christ, you hate to admit it but they do. They 100% do because somewhere in the back of your brain you always knew they look kissable but it has been often clouded by just simply how annoying and bratty you found him.

Except right now you don’t find him annoying or bratty at all.

Even as he’s confessing his feelings with complete confidence, no unease, no anxiety or doubts, because he always had a way of worming under your skin and he knows exactly how to push your buttons.

Damn it all.

“Kiss me,” you tell James, and he isn’t surprised at all by your reaction, face lighting up at your confirmation.

He shifts. 

Hand coming up to cup your cheek. He rubs his thumb twice over your skin, savouring you any way he can before tilting your face towards his. His lips at first brushes against your forehead. Leaves a trail down your nose, peppers both cheeks and then your chin. 

He draws back once, takes in your sweet face and gives you a smile so soft it makes your heart hurt.

Then finally, after wanting this for so long, presses his lips against yours.

Diego Kang, James Lee, tastes like candy and sugar.

[princessbrunette]

tattooartist!pope was pretty nonchalant at times. you could tell he wasn’t always this way, and occasionally he lets the hyperactive dork in him slip out — but he’d had his heart played with too many times, so decided he was going to be petty just like everyone else. now the two of you had a thing going and you just wanted him to show he cared. you wanted to know things were exclusive.

the two of you were on the couch when you decided to bring it up. you didn’t quite have a clear point to make, but clearly you felt comfortable enough to express a particular emotion.

“i can feel you staring at me, you know?” pope chuckles quietly, eyes not removed from his sketchbook as he draws out a few design ideas. in the low lighting of your apartment, the tattoos that cover his neck cluster into one.

“sorry.” you smile, but making no effort to look away.

“is something wrong?” he converses, and is happy to do so. he liked spending time with you after work, it’s why he was here after all.

“do you like— frequently tattoo other girls?”

you watch his pencil slow and he slides his eyes over to you. “i mean… yeah, of course?” he raises an eyebrow when you say nothing. “its kind of my job.”

“yeah, for sure but like — they probably get tattoos in like… super intimate places, right?” you’re looking at your nails now, already feeling dumb about the whole thing. you just couldn’t help it sometimes, couldn’t help feeding the jealousy beast that festered in the pit of your stomach.

“i mean work is work.” he shrugs, but continues to stare at you through the silence. “any reason you’re asking that?”

“no.”

“okay that’s bullshit.” he puts his sketchbook on his lap and turns to face you a little more. it takes about ten seconds, but you look back up at him — even having the audacity to try and look all casual. “so what are you like jealous or something?” pope is suddenly the one feeling vulnerable. scared, even. jealousy means serious. serious means he gets hurt in the end.

“no.” it comes out even quieter. “just forget it. i was curious—”

“—because we aren’t even really dating, you know that?” he croons, but it comes out a lot snippier than intended. you’re silenced instantly, staring ahead at the TV. you decide no answer is needed, bringing your knees to your chest as you pretend to be engrossed in the show infront of you. his lips part, chest heaving with guilt. why the fuck would he say that? “look, i mean… yet.” he shuffles up to you, “admittedly i have some baggage… but i do like you. i don’t… know why i had to say it like that.” he wraps an arm around you and you sulk, a sucker for it.

“i want to get a tattoo.” you pout. “one right between my tits. a bow or something.”

“no you don’t. you just want it because i’m the one doing it for you. you would literally regret it as soon as you step outside the store. i try and encourage my clients to make the right choice, and plus — you quite literally regret the tattoo i did for you on the inside of your lip where no one can see it.” you hear him smirking warmly, his thumb pulling down your puffy bottom lip in gesture to reveal the ink.

“how’d you know?” you mewl.

“i’ve been in this for a while. i just know.”

you turn and look at him now, and he smiles at you — not that cold, withdrawn version of him that rears its ugly head at times— the warm, kind of dorky version. the one you like.

“sorry for being crazy.”

“hey, stay crazy. the majority of geniuses on this planet are a little crazy.”

[hannieoftheyear]

i can be good (csc)

Your boyfriend is not home alone, but do you care after not seeing each other for so long?

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem reader

w.c: 2.8k

genre: smut, just pure smut, established relationship | content warnings: MDNI!!!, softdom!cheol, sub!reader, thigh riding, a tad bit of exhibitionism kink, unprotected sex (don't!!), creampie, lmk if i miss something important!

note: it took me way too long to finish this, so I apologize if it doesn't make any sense🙏

Your legs drape over Seungcheol’s swiftly, and he pays no mind to it, used to your need for physical touch. His warmth spreads goosebumps through your body as you heat up from having him so close. The TV on in front of you does nothing to calm down the need growing inside of you.

Seungcheol notices your squirming and places his hand on your thigh, squeezing softly, but he keeps looking ahead, with his head resting on the back of the couch. He knows you want him, and he wants you too, but loves to play with you, knowing you can’t do much with his roommate home. But the unwanted company is the least of your worries.

Cheol’s left hand travels across your covered leg as you both pretend to watch whatever show he put on over an hour ago, going up and down your thigh but nowhere near enough where you need him. You sigh when he squeezes a little harder and one corner of his lips quirks at your reaction. After being apart from him for weeks because your schedules just won’t match, his closeness and even the barest of touches have you intensely craving for him.

Your left hand moves to meet his unoccupied right hand by your side, playing with his fingers to keep his game going. No matter how much time you've been together, when he interlocks his fingers with yours, it still flutters your heart like the first time.

Minutes go by, with minimal touches that have you both wishing for more but wanting the other to give in. Seungcheol’s breath halts when you slowly move his hand up to your lips and kiss his fingers one by one.

He caresses your inner thigh slowly, drawing circles with his fingers and getting closer to your core. You turn your head to the side to find him staring at you blankly, like he's waiting for your next move.

Priorities fight inside your head, needing your boyfriend, wanting him to give in first, having him could be as easy as getting on top of him in a flash, but you’re also not home alone. His hands lure you into losing control, tease you to get needier as he feigns being in control, wanting you to give up first before he can’t take it any longer.

Slowly, you guide his hand to hover over your core, deciding that if he wants to play, you’re gonna make it harder for him. Your hand finds the back of his neck and starts playing with his hair as he slowly graces your center under your skirt, eliciting another sigh out of you. Only one layer of clothing keeps his fingers away from your throbbing cunt.

He plays with your covered slit, running his digits up and down your wet panties and pressing harder on your clit. You’re so desperate for his touch that the little stimulation has you moaning already, but he stops his movements after the first sound you utter.

Seungcheol’s hands move onto your hips and bring you on top of him, breathing heavily with his mouth slightly agape. Your arms naturally slot behind his neck and you stare at him for the longest two seconds ever before he moves his head forward and connects your lips once and for all. You don’t waste any second and grind against him eagerly, your sticky panties dragging against the rough fabric of his jeans. He guides your hips, slowing down your pace before he loses control.

A muffled moan out of you gives him the opening to explore your mouth with his tongue. So much time has passed that you almost began to forget how he tasted. Entranced in a dance of lips and tongue, your hips rock back and forth sensually on his growing hard, his hands gripping your hips to help you grind on him just like he wants. But as quick as it started it’s ripped out of you.

“Baby…” Seungcheol groans reluctantly as he disconnects your lips, relaxing his hands on your sides. His low voice unleashes a wave of arousal through your body.

“What?” Only one word manages to come out of you, too dizzy and breathless from the kiss.

“We shouldn’t,” he says but doesn’t remove his hands from you, “my roommate’s home.”

“He’s not going to hear...” You whine as your hands play with his hair, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too baby.” He caresses the side of your face, tracing your jawline with his thumb when your lower lip catches his attention. The pad of his thumb brushes over it, and you open your mouth slightly as he slowly slips it in. You circle your tongue around it, coating it with saliva and sucking on it like it was your boyfriend’s cock, moaning and making him lose any ounce of self-control he had left.

“You can’t be whining like that. You want him to hear you?” Your mouth empties as his big hands sneak under your shirt, feeling the swell of your breasts and teasing your nipples with the pad of his fingers, “Is that what you want? For him to hear how good I make you feel?”

“I want you,” your voice barely makes it through your throat, too focused on his touch to form coherent sentences. He pinches your nipples with his hands, and you try to bite back a moan, trying to push your body forward, but he stops you.

“You can’t be loud like that baby.” Your hands play with the hem of his shirt, eager to take it off but waiting for his next move. His muscles tense under your touch, and you feel his bulge growing bigger by the second under you, making you grind on him softly, impatient for some friction. He throws his head back in a sigh.

“What should I do about you? So needy…” His hands move through your back until they reach your ass from under your skirt. He presses you further against him, and you moan in unison.

“I can be goo.,” At this point, you’d do anything he asked you if it meant having him inside you eventually, “I promise.” Your hands travel down his torso, landing on the belt squeezing his growing length in. He lets you undo it, and you hurriedly push his pants down.

His dick struggles to fit inside his boxers, calling to you to please your boyfriend until there isn’t a drop of liquid left in his body. Your mouth waters at the sight, but Seungcheol has other plans. He sits you on top of him again, his big thigh hitting all the right spots on your still covered pussy.

You rock your hips back and forth almost instinctively, and he smirks. You definitely lost his little game, but it stopped being your priority as soon as his skin made contact with yours. You keep grinding your ruined panties on his bare thigh, no doubt smearing arousal all over him, but his hands on your waist encourage you to keep going.

“How does it feel baby?” His low voice brings you back to earth, and you find him staring at you with fiery eyes.

“Feels so good Cheol.” Every word comes out a sigh, and Seungcheol feels his cock getting harder, if even possible.

He flexes his thigh under you, making you tremble as his eyes pierce through your soul, watching your every reaction. You almost don’t suppress the moan threatening to come out of you. But you manage to catch it before it’s too late and you look proudly at the man in front of you.

“Good girl,” a new rush of arousal rushes through you at the nickname, getting your panties and his thigh even wetter, “if you keep being quiet like that, you might be getting what you so desperately want.”

You press on him harder, rocking back and forth eagerly and barely grazing his leaking cock with your pelvis, eliciting a sigh out of him. His hands don’t know where to go, he wants to touch you and grope and squeeze everywhere, but you’re too clothed for him.

Seungcheol puts your arms up decisively and takes your top and bra off you in a flash. His lips latch onto one of your boobs, licking and sucking on your nipple, trying to get you to come undone while his hands busy themselves with your ass.

Your hands come up to his hair as you quicken your pace on his thigh. It’s embarrassing how fast he gets you to this point of arousal, the warm and fizzy sensation taking over you at record speed, but you need something more to tip you over the edge. Knowingly, he sneaks one of his hands between your bodies and presses on your clit with his thumb.

A loud moan escapes out of you, and he’s quick to catch your fearing eyes and lifting one eyebrow, but doesn’t stop his torture on your clit. His face is so close to yours, entrancing you into moving forward and kissing him, but he stretches back with a smirk.

“Mmmm you gotta work for it sweetheart.” His voice is drenched in a sultry tone as he shakes his head. But you barely register his words. Your lips are so close that you can feel each other’s breathing, but he won't let you close the gap. Not before getting what he wants.

It's all moving so slow yet so fast that it makes everything around you blurry. Only his hands and his challenging eyes exist in, both on you, making all of your senses explode.

You speed up on his thigh, and his hand doesn’t rest, playing with you as you concentrate on not making any suspicious noise that might wake up the unwanted company. But it’s so difficult, with Seungcheol’s thigh muscle dragging deliciously against your core and his piercing gaze keeping you entranced, a whine or two manage to escape you.

Fast and hard, your orgasm comes rushing to you, and you’re seeing white in no time, barely breathing as you ride it out, making a mess out of you and your boyfriend’s bare thigh.

The blurred world around you slowly takes form again, and as you open your eyes, which you didn’t realize were closed shut, they set on your boyfriends smug face in front of you. His hands sit on your sides, caressing your skin, waiting for you to come back down.

“You really can’t resist me huh?” His damn smirk takes over his face as he lays back on the couch, droopy eyes trying to focus on your reaction, but gets lost a couple of seconds by the sight of your boobs.

“Same goes to you.” You respond cheerily as your hand grabs his hard bulge hiding under his underwear. He sighs lowly, throwing his head back when you sneak your hand inside and wrap it around his length. Up and down, you stroke him slowly, teasing his tip with your finger everything you go up again. His hips seem to have gotten a life of their own, twitching at your every move. But he doesn’t stay still for long.

“Take it off.” Seungcheol demands as his hands play with your panties under your skirt, and your hand stops immediately, quickly getting up from on top of him.

The both of you take off the rest of your clothes as fast as you can, eager to feel the other properly. In what feels like two seconds, you’re back on top of his thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair as your mouths crash against each other with want. His plump lips feel as dreamy and perfect as ever, swiftly gliding over yours as his tongues guides yours in a steamy dance.

Your bodies are flushed together as your cores drag against the other, your arousal covering his length completely. His mouth on yours muffle your moans for now, and he shows no signs of being bothered as his hips swivel to meet with yours. You don’t care if you’re being loud, his hands on your ass and the tip of his dick grazing your clit perfectly blur everything around you.

Soon enough, he gathers the strength to break the kiss. You chase his lips innocently and open your eyes to find him smirking at you, but it quickly disappears as your hand sneaks between you two, stroking his fluid-covered length at a torturous pace. He groans quietly, his hips lift to try and quicken your pace, revealing he's just as impatient as you, even though he tries to be in control. Your other hand travels across his buff chest, muscles tightening under your touch. His skin feels hot like fire, contrasting with your icy hand, and leaving a trail of goosebumps on him. The mix of your strokes and cold touches almost make Seungcheol forget about his main goal, but another low groan escaping out of his throat brings him back.

His both hands get a grip of your hips and lift you up easily. You naturally angle his cock with your entrance as he lowers you down slowly. The mess of arousal makes it easy for him to slide in, your gummy walls welcoming him tightly, letting you feel all of his length stretching you just perfectly. When you slide all the way down, you have to stop to take a breath. So much time has passed since you’ve had him inside you that you have to get used to him again. You can feel him all the way up in your throat. Your insides are just him, and he loves it.

“Baby you’re so fucking tight,” He whispers while looking right in your eyes, and you clench around him at the pet name.

Seungcheol finds your every reaction amusing, cock twitching inside you out of pride. His hands find their way back to your boobs, playing with your nipples as they get hard under his touch. His head moves forward towards your chest and he thrusts lightly into you, making you clench around him and triggering a groan out of him.

With his mouth on one of your nipples and your hands on top of his broad shoulders, you lift your hips slowly. The drag of his dick electrifies your entire body, feeling every vein traveling along your tightening walls.

When you feel the tip of his cock threatening to slip out, you sit back down hard, drawing a low moan out of him, muffled by your chest. You begin a slow pace up and down, getting used to the stretch as the heat inside you starts building up again.

His hands fix on your waist to help you bounce on him, the sound of your skin against his quickly becoming loud enough to make him push you down hard. A moan gets stuck in your throat as soon as you catch his worrying eyes.

You caress the side of his face silently and put your hands on the back of his neck, calming him down slowly and starting to grind softly on his hard again. The motion makes him shut his eyes instantly, your walls closing tight around him like he so desperately missed, driving him crazy.

Your bodies are so close together that your clit grazes against his pelvic bones creating the most delicious friction, and making it harder for you to contain the sounds that want to come out of you. A loud moan gets out when he reaches that spot inside you that makes you see stars, and he immediately presses your lips together. Messy and wet make out that muffles your moans just enough for you to loosen up.

His arms wrap around you tightly, and he grinds against you, following your rhythm and speeding the rush of both of your highs. Your walls tighten so hard you can feel his cock twitching, and the thought of him filling you up spreads like a virus through your body, making your legs tremble on his sides. Your orgasm triggers his right away, shooting his seed inside you.

You stay on top of him, waiting for your breaths to regularize and for your legs to stop feeling like jelly. He pecks you softly after a few seconds. A warm smile takes over his face as he looks at you with shiny eyes. You return the kiss happily, and your bodies slightly move against the other, causing you both to wince. With a silent chuckle, he lifts you up slowly, getting you off of him, and gets up to find something to clean you both up.

“I think we did a good job.” You state after you’re all cleaned up and put your clothes back on.

“Yeah, we weren’t noisy at all.” Seungcheol confidently replies.

The both of you completely oblivious of the poor man laying in his room just a hallway away, with his headphones at full volume, trying to conceive a little sleep.

note: thank you so much for reading ♥︎ I apologize if there are any mistakes

[sunnywalnut]

Finished watching Dead Boy Detectives. Here are my honest thoughts.

-If you're going into it expecting another Good Omens, stop. Our protagonists are all minors. Teenagers. They cuss, they have total dirty mouths and sexual humor, but they are not eternal beings pretending to be middle aged men. They're ghosts. Dead Boys, if you will. Also this might be a stretch, but I'm assuming from the slightly less good CGI that the budget for this series was a LOT less than what it was for GO

-Edwin is kind of a dick in the first episode. But it's okay. Because character growth is swag.

-REALISTIC CHARACTER GROWTH!!! I liked Edwin a LOT more during the second episode BECAUSE of the character growth. And honestly? It's completely natural that bro is more than a little prickly after only being able to trust one guy for an extremely long time. Fair enough my guy. Carry on.

- this show kinda has Nimona vibes. If that makes sense. Witty humor, somewhat sexual dialogue, funny moments during serious times, though geared towards a younger audience. If you like those kinds of things, you will like this, I'm sure of it.

- In the early episodes, the pacing/character relationships feel a little off??? I'm not sure if that was because I was expecting another Good Omens or what. But after 2-3 episodes, the dust quickly settled and we got into the actual storyline. Which was extremely appreciated✨

-these villains are FUCKED up. I'm telling you. They are HORRIFIC. Had me squirming and cringing through their intense scenes. And gosh. That was a TRIP.

-TY TENANT PLAYS THE MAIN GUY EDWIN!!!! And he plays him WELL. I did not realize this going in to the show and thought his face was VERY familiar. Only after I looked it up did I realize why. He's our sassy son of Job. (EDIT: turns out Ty plays the Doom Patrol version. Not the one on Netflix. My bad! They do look pretty similar though, so ykw. Great casting. Also my point still stands. This guy is a pretty fuckin awesome actor. 10/10)

-Cat King is such a wild card holy SHIT.

-Charles is cute as fuck. His backstory HURTS. But also. I love the way his ears look. Like in the pictures that I saw of him they were of when the Cat King impersonated him so I was like oh chill. So he's got pointed ears bc feline but NOPE. He's just like that!! And honestly? Slay. I fuckin love it.

-oh did I mention tragic backstories???? Yeah we got those :D for everyone :D

-Niko is the best and I love her. Also I love how the letters on her desk are written in Japanese. That is a VERY nice touch of character building.

-hot butcher lady with throat tattoo

All in all. A truly delightful series and I genuinely hope it gets another season because I NEED to know what happens next. My little sister LOVED it and the ending had us all staring open mouthed at the TV screen in shock.

This 15yo girl is literally ranting my ear off, having adventures with the Dead Boys in her dreams and chatting with me about it, searching up fanfics and drawing fanart, the whole shabang. And it is DIFFICULT for this girl to get into shows like this. So honestly? This is perfect. Thank you, Neil. For giving us a whole other banger.

That being said. If anybody else has some younger siblings that are around 15-17 and are looking for shows to binge watch together, this is the perfect one. I'm telling you, you will NOT regret it (except maybe emotionally)

Thoroughly recommend.

[cosmic-c-kiddo]

Cg! Lucifer Morningstar headcanons (pt2)

These are some more headcanons <3

⭐- his Cg nickname is papa!

⭐- he would be a chaos cg! Who cares about rules! He doesn't! The only rules would be there to keep you safe!

⭐- your his prince(ss) so he will treat you with royalty!

⭐- he carries your drawings with him in his pockets.

⭐- he's old fashioned and has a wallet photo album and he would definitely show it off to praise you/show how adorable you are! (All filled with discrete pictures to be safe)

⭐- he is really dramatic! And it would always make you giggle

⭐- he's way to protective it's actually cute! He would make sure nothing sharp is near you and his heart always jumps whenever you trip a little or gets little to close to sharp corners

⭐-he would never talk you down when you get hurt and is always gentle. After he patches you up he would carry you (even if you feel all better)

⭐- when you babble he always responds with flare.

⭐-when you tell him drama from your stuff animals. He acts all offended like "how dare Mr. Sniffles push Mrs. Bunny!"and would ask if you wanted him to show them a lesson (which makes you giggle)

⭐- idk if I put this is part 1 but he spoils you.

⭐- he now sports painted nails thanks to you and he loves it!

⭐- in public he allows you to hold his hand(or finger) and finds its adorable

⭐- if someone is being mean to you he fiercely protests you then takes you out for ice cream

⭐- he would spoon feed you if you say please and don't stop asking him! (He rolls his eyes when he does so but has a tiny smile because he feels needed)

⭐- he would make sure you are always drinking water

⭐-if hes at work while you are small he would text you a lot! And he would tell you to do things! Like get dressed, eat, drink, and watch tv or color or play!

⭐- he would allow you to join him in pranking Dan (or if it's season 3 Marcus) but takes all the credit so you don't get any heat from it!

⭐- he would wear any friendship bracelets you make him even if it doesn't match his outfit because he knows it would make you sad if he doesnt

⭐- he loves to tell dad jokes and puns!

⭐- if he really needed someone to babysit you the people he would most prefer in order would be: Ella, Chloe, Linda, Maze, Amenadel

⭐- he gives out sticker rewards! Rewards for what? Whatever he deemed good! Finished your food? Sticker! Finished your water? Sticker! Wasn't being a brat? Sticker! Was being a brat but apologies? Sticker! Being adorable? Sticker!

⭐- he starts trying his best for you.

⭐- he would remember every stuff animal/toy you have

⭐-loves to play pretend with you

[lolahasmoxie]

Take a Trip - E.M.

I saw this AMAZING post from @shieldofiron and I had to do it.

P.S. I'm high right now. Rock on.

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Teacher reader

Warnings - drugs, casual intimacy, Eddie being a dumbass.

"Eddie, I'm home!" You didn't look inside your home as you removed your shoes at the door. Hanging up your coat, you turn your head when you hear socked feet quickly approaching.

"Hi, Baby, how was your day?"

"Not bad," you reply as Eddie dips to kiss your lips. "The kids were pretty good today, but I am so glad it's Friday, and I get you to myself for two whole days."

"Same," he replies with a dopey grin. He'd been pulling extra hours this week so that you could have an interrupted weekend.

"So, where are we going for date night tonight?" you ask as you walk past Eddie. "You never told me what we were doing for your pick?"

"Yeah," he replies shamefully, a hand rubbing his neck as he tries to catch up with you. "I don't think we'll be going anywhere tonight."

"What do you mean?" you ask, and stop dead when you spot Wayne sitting on the couch. He's staring at the TV, a bright cartoon playing as he smiles and laughs to himself. "Edward, what the fuck did you do?" you whispered, still loud enough that you caught the older man's attention.

"Y/N!" he says happily, and before you can say anything, Wayne rises from the couch and speed walks up to you. He wraps you up in a hug, and Eddie watches the whole spectacle with a bemused yet guilty look.

"Hi, Wayne," you begin. "Everything okay?"

"Haven't felt this good in years. Eddie made some homemade brownies; I didn't know he was so good in the kitchen, did you?" You sigh as your brain deduces what is happening. You glance over at your man, who now looks simply guilty.

"He is a whiz; in fact, I need to talk to the chef in the kitchen. Why don't you go back to your show?" Wayne nods, and when he's back on the sofa, you grab Eddie's hand and drag him into your kitchen.

"Now, before you say anything,"

"How much did he take, Eddie?" Eddie looked you in the eye as he mumbled an answer under his breath. "Loud enough for normal people to hear, dingus."

"Half a pan."

"HALF A PAN!" you say, shocked. Edward quickly shushes you as you rub a hand down your face. "Jesus H. Christ....you know we haven't been on a date in two weeks?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And that I was really looking forward to spending some alone time with you because I fucking miss you?" Eddie nods as he hangs his head. You let out a sigh as you assess the situation. "You know you owe me big, right?"

"One step ahead of you," he says with a boyish grin as he deems it safe to approach you. "I have a table at Enzo's tomorrow night, and the Hawk is showing your favorite movie, so I figured we could check it out after."

"Good save," you reply, and Eddie grins as he leans in to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in. "Make sure to label your shit next time, Dr. Feelgood?" Eddie chuckles before he presses his forehead to yours.

"Yes, ma'am. And I can start making it up to you tonight if you'd like?" You pull back and study his face, waiting for him to continue. "Why don't you have a piece of brownie while I go upstairs and draw you a bath. Then, after Wayne has passed out, I will give you 35 uninterrupted minutes of oral sex."

His eyes are eager, eyebrows raised as you contemplate his offer. Those pretty chocolate orbs are laser-focused as you pretend to have an internal debate. "Make it 45, and we have a deal."

"Wow, twist my arm, why don't you," he says with fake annoyance. "I will do this for you; it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." He makes a vigilant face, and you can't help but laugh at him. You pull him in and press your lips to his to allay his pride when he starts to pout, and deep down, you hope that this feeling you have with him never goes away.

"Now, my Lady," he begins with his Dungeon Master voice. "You grab a brownie, and I'll set up your bath." There's a quick peck to your lips, and your sweet boy is heading to your bathroom. You cut a piece of brownie and pop it in your mouth, smiling when you realize Wayne's assessment was correct. This brownie is fucking delicious.

As you take another bite, you hear Waye guffawing at something that happened on the TV. You turn your head when you hear Eddie come back into the kitchen. He bows and makes a sweeping gesture to the hallway. "My Lady, your bath awaits."

You kiss him on the cheek when you're in front of him, but Wayne's laugh stops you both before you can say anything.

"At least he's having a good time." Eddie offers, and you put a hand on his shoulder and shake your head.

"You realize he is going to murder you tomorrow, right?"

"It's Wayne; he wouldn't harm a fly," Eddie says with surety. "And if I'm wearing my running shoes in the morning, it's for a totally unrelated matter."

"Sure it is," you chuckle. "Now, you go babysit your Uncle, I’m gonna take a relaxing bath. Naked. While touching myself. Have fun!"

"Evil, EVIL woman," he mutters under his breath before he heads to keep an eye on his Uncle.

BONUS:

The next morning:

"Hey, Wayne. How are you..."

"Boy, if there isn't a mug of coffee in front of me in 5 seconds, I'm putting your ass up for adoption."

"Wayne, I'm 25."

"4, 3...."

"Coffee, got it."

[crepes-suzette-373]

【Dengeki Blue Game Stream】Battle Fruits Nine w/ Stealth Black - Dengeki Blue carries the level while Stealth Black is Useless as always [off-camera view]

A kind of fanfic version of that one drawing I made of Niji and Sanji being Vtubers. There's no real plot. Just modern AU chaos and rambling and general silliness. Everyone's normal/happy, the Vinsmokes are a good family, no sad, no angst, no painful drama.

This all basically just a big joke because "Nijisanji" is a Vtuber company name.

[AO3 Link]

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He’d brought this upon himself, Sanji had to admit. The last time Niji nagged him to “guest” in his livestream, Sanji said he’d do it if Niji got him Vegapunk’s new mini combi oven, just to get Niji off his back. All Vegapunk appliances are expensive, and even if their family was well-off he figured it’s still high enough up there in price to make Niji leave him alone for a while.

The oven showed up in the brothers’ shared apartment within 2 days.

Sanji wasn’t sure if he was more baffled about Niji having that much money to spare, or that Niji wanted him on the stream that badly. He still felt guilty about it, though, so he’d told Niji he promised to agree to be a guest without protest 10 times, as long as he’s not tied up with more important things to do.

Naturally, he got ambushed the very next day.

That was how Sanji found himself sitting and waiting for Niji to set up whatever it is that was required to have a second person on his livestream, and hoped that it wouldn’t be a “talk stream” session that day. Chattering idly with anyone for an extended amount of time without there being some other activity involved, like eating or watching TV or him cooking, always made him feel awkward. With a gameplay stream, at least there was the game they’d be playing.

Not to mention, “his” virtual character apparently had a specific backstory associated with it, and being on a talk stream tended to involve having to adlib some kind of fictional story on the fly. Fortunately, he wasn’t required to keep up play-acting the character the whole time, no, and he left most of the wild details to Niji. He still had to include the fictive anecdotes, though, because of… some reason he much preferred to not know.

It was very confusing the first time he got dragged into this. Niji sat him down and explained in great detail about the backstory of his virtual persona, and Sanji still had no idea why he didn’t immediately run away then. It was a complicated setting with superheroes (or was it supervillains?) called Germa 66, mad scientists, clones, and quite honestly he wasn’t sure he remembered all of it.

Niji did set up their characters to have mundane daily lives, like all good classic superheroes do. That way they can also mention some things about things they did in reality and pretend that was part of the mandatory “lore”-talk, and not have to constantly make up random stories about aliens and robots.

They still had to be careful not to reveal things that are too personal or private, though. Sanji almost called Niji by his real name instead of Dengeki Blue a couple of times at first, and Niji kicked him in the shins every time that happened. As thankful for the save as he did, he still always kicked back.

“Aaalright, and here ya go.” Niji finally finished fiddling around the computers and handed Sanji a controller and headphones.

“What’s the game gonna be?”

“We’re continuing Battle Fruits. Still remember how to play that?”

“Of course I do, damn you, I’m not a techno-peasant!”

Niji cackled. “If ya say so,” he said with an oh-so-smug voice, putting on his anti-glare goggles and rolled his chair to face the screens.

Sanji doesn’t reply. Yes, he played by random button mashing and can’t remember any skill combos. Yes, Niji usually does most of the work in clearing the missions. He still knew what button does what, though, so that still counts as knowing how to play. 

“Starting in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… And—Loyal Germa fans rejoice, Dengeki Blue is back with everyone’s favourite guest: Stealth Black!”

There’s a reason why Sanji was very glad his character was just a static image, and not a moving model like Niji’s, because he doesn’t have to worry about his movements making the model behave weirdly. Niji’s opening babble were always ridiculous, and he could never not have the urge to cover his face and groan.

The character image was not actually him, but some of his friends were regular viewers of this stream, and they will make fun of him for any character hiccups. There was that one time the image was for some reason displaying upside down, from the top of the screen, and Usopp then called him “ninja” for days upon days after.

“Black, say hi to yer fans.”

Sanji removed his hands from his face, and saw that it was not the game screen that was on, but the setup normally used for the talk stream. Immediately suspicious, he asked, “Aren’t we playing Battle Fruits?”

“It’s just a little chat. I’ll open the game in a sec. Just say hi for a bit.”

“Do I have to?”

“They already heard ya talking, so ya might as well. Come on, say something nice, or yer fans will cry.”

It was an annoying testament that he had been here for too many times when he looked at the chat box and actually remembered and recognized a lot of the names among the flurry of comments. Still, he wouldn’t deny it was flattering to see the excited welcoming remarks.

Oh, there’s Usopp. The name “GodSogeKing” flew by, and he said, “Hello SogeKing” instinctively.

“Oooh, ya said someone’s name!” Niji crowed, “Ya done did it now.”

“What? Why?”

“Yer not playing fair. The others are really mad jealous now~”

“How is that any different from saying ‘Hello everyone in the chat’?” Sanji protested.

Niji shrugged, grinning. “I don’t make the rules.”

The chat was, indeed, now peppered with new comments saying the varying forms of “Stealth Black say my name too”. Once again, it was somewhat flattering (if a bit weird), but he would never loudly admit that.

“Say, what if we make that a chat donations thing? Nothing special, ya can just say ‘thank you whoever’.”

“Are you trying to use me for cash bait? No!”

“Fine, fine, but speaking of yer fans though, ya ok with having merch of ya, at least? One Dr.Death has been a pest about Stealth Black merch forever.”

Sanji huffed a laugh. “Dr.Death? What kind of edgy junior high online username is that?”

He immediately realised his mistake, but it was too late. Niji was already hysterical beside him.

“Ya heard that Dr.Death? He said your name! I know yer there. Bet yer drowning in happy tears, aren’t ya?”

“What the hell? Did you just trick me to say that? What merch are you even on about?”

Niji shook his head, still howling with laughter. “No, really, that right there is your biggest fan. Back me up chat, tell Black what Dr.Death said. And here’s merch.” He then pulled out his phone and showed a picture of a little Dengeki Blue keychain.

Well, if it was just the illustrated character and not him having to dress up, then it’s no issue. “Okay by me, about the merch, but...”

“Yes!”

Niji proceeded to go on about the logistics of the merch, so Sanji looked at the chat box again. Lo and behold, there actually was a Dr.Death in there. The aforementioned user was vehemently denying the barrages of comments providing so-called proof that Niji was right and other teasing remarks.

Dr.Death: Hey, Black, if you’re seeing this, I was NOT like that!

It was immediately followed by a ton of more comments, all saying “lies lies”.

SuperFrankyR0b0: Bro, the previous stream chats are all still there. Everyone can see it.

Damn. With even Franky saying that it was true, Sanji decided it was definitely too weird and ignored the chat until Niji finally started the game.

Despite even the game’s tutorial recommending using different Fruit Battlers for each stage, Sanji always picked the Orange Battler. She was his favourite and no amount of whingeing from Niji or the viewers about her being useless in certain levels could change that. Niji selected the Banana one this time, probably because that’s the actual best character for the level.

“The banana matches your hair,” Sanji said.

“Shut up!”

That was true of both Niji and Dengeki Blue, so Niji couldn’t kick him. Rather, he shouldn’t have a reason to, but still tried to kick anyway. Sanji dodged it.

Many minutes into the game later, the conversation topic had turned to future streaming plans, which was mostly answered by Niji.

Someone suggested another cooking talk stream, and this was the only kind of talk stream Sanji had no problems with. One stream session long ago, he’d been dragged onto a talk stream that he’d tried to leave multiple times, until somehow the viewers and Niji conspired to finesse him into talking about cooking. He ended up staying for 3 hours. Aside from the chat being flooded by people whingeing about getting hungry, it otherwise went pretty well.

(The viewers in that session, of all people, happened to include Luffy and Ace, who both came to him demanding to be compensated with real food the first chance they got.)

Another suggested a live cooking stream. That would be a no; not unless there’s some empty kitchen they could borrow or rent. Everyone in the apartment agreed that the livestreams should never show their building. Not even inside Niji’s room.

“Winch Green? Eeh, probably doable soon. No promises on Pink.”

Then the topic turned to guests. There were frequently requests for the other “Germa 66” members to show up. Niji had set up Dengeki Blue as a part of a team to make it easier to cover up slip ups when he accidentally mentioned overly-revealing real life things in his early streaming days. The 4 of them brothers share an apartment, besides. The backstory served as a handy excuse in case of noises of people walking around or talking can be heard through without breaking character. Yonji, especially, can be rather loud.

Getting Reiju to come on the stream was naturally difficult, since she lived with their parents and had full time work, but she was otherwise very agreeable. With Yonji, it’s only a matter of catching him between homework and classes and bribing him with a ton of food.

Ichiji, well…

It was just then that Sanji looked at the chat that he had been ignoring, and noticed that there was a wall of comments about “Sparking Red”, a.k.a Ichiji.

“Why are these people so obsessed with Red anyway?” he asked, “Is it because he’s the only one who’s never been on stream?”

“Oh that…” Niji said distractedly, his fingers hitting keys furiously to execute a combo attack, “I never told ya, huh? Hold on.” He didn’t speak again until after the Banana Battler on the screen mowed down a field of enemies, and “Objective Cleared” flashed on the screen. “Red came in yelling at me once, and everyone heard him. Chat’s gone insane ever since. It’s like those crazes over trying to catch a phantom beast or something.”

That was news. It was one thing to just hear about a character through the lore talks, but Ichiji has actually been heard clearly and not just vague noises through the door.

“How long ago was this?”

“Maybe almost two years ago? Around… around after that time ya crazy weirdos kept saying I was a zombie.”

Ah yes, the Zombie Niji incident—wait a second. Sanji straightened up. Wasn’t that also around the time when…

“Red’ll murder me if I ask him to come on, but eh, figured there’s still ya guys,” Niji babbled on. “The chat love it.”

That was about the time when Niji started pestering him and Yonji to come on the streams. To think that the entire reason for it was Ichiji—Ichiji!!

Sanji fumed. He decided it would be his mission to somehow, by hook or by crook, drag Ichiji on to the stream as well. Damn it all, even if it actually would make Niji and his weird chat group happy, he would still get it done. Ichiji caused it, so he should get to experience it too.

Maybe he’ll get Yonji and Reiju to team up for this mission later.

----

The quadruplets are still in uni/college, and they live in this apartment away from home. Ichiji working at the family company, whatever it is, part time. Reiju already working there full time. Niji is a Vtuber on the side when not in school. Sanji works at Baratie part time. Yonji is just a student full time. Sora still alive. Not sure how Judge would be like TBH, maybe just a normal standoffish dad, but otherwise okay.

I'm so sorry Law, but the meme of him being a Germa nerd is too funny.

[lyramundana]

Just read yr thing Abt minsung w younger!reader and I love it but what if she fully takes advantage of baby privilege? Nibbling on jisungies cheeks when she's bored, teasingly rejecting Minhos affection because she feels like being a brat, wearing other members hoodies and "not realizing" it's not theirs etc

She'll totally use the baby status to her advantage, much to her boyfriends' agravation.

They find it cute at first, but when the act starts to be perjudicial for them, they become angry. Lucky for her, they look hot like that. Being the youngest of the throuple has its perks. Like, she's easily forgiven and usually spoiled.

Jisung's cheeks are her obssesion and she's always looking for excuses to touch them. Biting is another form of affection in her eyes, and also marking what's hers. She can be sitting on his lap, both of them in silence watching tv or anything else. Then she starts to look at him intensely. Out of nowhere, she lunges and bites his puffed cheeks, leaving her mouth there until he pushes her away playfully. She rubs the teeth marks with her tongue and chuckles wickedly, like a kid having fun. He glares at her, but can't be angry for too long because she's just so damn cute (had it been someone else he'll have thrown a fit or got into a fight)

Minho's affection is not something easily earned. It is a privilege, a gift he shows to few people. She knows this and feels proud to be one of those people he trusts so inmensely to be openly loving with, but sometimes she just wants to mess with him, as a payback for the times he's made her beg for his attention and playing hard to get. When he goes to kiss her, she turns her face so his lips land on her cheek. He stares at her in confusion, but she only replies that she got distracted with something else. If he slids his arm around her waist, she pretends to stretch out to push it off. When he says "i love you" and she doesn't say it right back, leaving in a mood for the remaining day.

They both grow sick of these antics eventually and have a talk about it, but it only takes a few kisses all over their faces and her soft voice saying "oppa" to give in every whim of hers.

However, they draw the line at the hoodies part. The only clothes she's allowed to use are hers or theirs. She's hanging in the dorm after spending the night with them, and decides to start the day being a sly devil, so she picks up a random hoodie she found and puts it on (maybe it's Hyunjin's) and walks around with it, no pants on. She goes for snacks, watches some tv and talks with one of the members that are awake too. When they come out to find her and see what she's wearing, the air between shifts as they calmly (scarily calmly) ask her what the fuck is she wearing. She pretends to be confused, saying she was a bit cold and grabbed some of their clothes. She didn't notice the mistake, but anyway, the hoodie is so warm and comfortable she refuses to take it off. But it goes to hell when she says with a giggle that she likes the smell, making a show by burying her face on it and close her eyes, knowing full well it smells like another man.

"Aw, darling. Why didn't you say so earlier? If you're cold, we can help with that"

The hoodie is thrown off to the trash and they return to the bedroom, locking themselves in there. Their baby is cold? They'll make sure to keep her warm and cozy all evening. And erase that disgusting smell off her later. The members are still home? Too bad. Hyunjin specially can stay and listen.

[not-a-space-alien]

Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset Chapter 25MS

For this chapter, I thought it wouldn't add much to have two separate narratives. So this one is a fusion chapter! MM and SS are like this 🤝 Hope you enjoy!

Story masterpost

Note: this is NOT the end of the story, but we are getting close to a break in the narrative. I expect there will be 2-3 more chapters in this part!

Warnings for this chapter: Some casual misogyny, classism/racism(?) (if you consider "human" a race)

In this chapter: Getting away with murder, an important announcement from the director, and maybe possibly potentially getting through to a shithead teenage boy.

***

“Can we at least turn the television on, so he’s not just alone with his thoughts all day?”

Ari looked from Valen, sitting on the couch with a look of concern on his face, to Sebastian, still locked in the coffin nearby.  She sighed.  “All right, fine.”

Valen gave a joyous little wiggle, as though he really wanted to watch TV.

Ari took the remote and flipped the TV on.  It was on a news station.

“Do you have access to any nature documentaries?” he asked, excited.

Ari handed him the remote.  “Knock yourself out.  Just don’t buy any of the pay-per-view shit.”

She left the two vampires in the living room to go talk to the other humans in the dining room.  Bailey and Jerome had changed into their pajamas.  “We’re gonna hit the hay, okay?” Bailey said.

“Yeah,” Ari said.  “We all had a long night, but you two went on patrol, so you go first.  I’m gonna wake you up around four so me and Lex can take a turn, though.”

The two men absconded to use Lex and Ari’s bedroom.  “So I guess we just have one more day with Valen,” Lex said, sounding sad.

“Yeah,” Ari said, trying not to care.  She bumped Lex with her elbow.  “Come on, let’s go make the most of it.”

Valen was flipping through the channels when they came back in.  Sebastian had been watching the TV, but as soon as they came back in, he turned away, pretending not to be interested.

Ari plopped down on the couch, putting one arm around Valen.  “How ya doing, buddy?”

Valen gave a quick, nervous nod.  “I’m doing well.  Thank you, ma’am.”

“Good.”  She gave him an awkward pat.

Valen fidgeted with the rubberized buttons on the remote.  “So, Nick…”

“We took his body back to the base,” Lex said.  “We made it look like Sebastian killed him.”

Ari glanced at Sebastian.  “You don’t mind, right?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“Thank you,” Valen said, hugging his arms around himself.

Lex scooted closer.

The phone rang.  Ari groaned.  “All right, here we go.”

She got up and answered.  Valen clung to Lex and listened tensely.

“Yo.”  It was Cyril, one of the other hunters at the base.  “What the fuck happened to Nick?”

“Huh?” Ari said.  She’d been practicing the lie.  Just to make sure.  “I dunno, he finally grow some balls?”

“He’s fucking dead!”

“God I wish.”

“Bitch, he’s dead for real!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!  What happened last night when you came to drop off the coffin?”

“Oh.”  Ari let out an audible grimace.  “We didn’t actually go out last night to return the coffin.  We just told Nick we would to get him to leave.  He showed up to our house, and-”

“The fuck you mean you didn’t go out?”

“We didn’t go out, shithead!  Nick came over to harass us at our house, we told him we’d come over later to get him to leave, then we stayed home because fuck him.”  This was perfectly in character with the way they typically interacted with Nick and shouldn’t draw any suspicion.  “I didn’t fucking kill him, although I kind of wish I had.”  This with a wink at Valen that made the vampire flush and sink deeper into the couch.

Cyril could be heard cursing on the other end.  “So you didn’t see what happened?”

“We were at our fucking house, dumbass.  We didn’t see anything that wasn’t at our goddamn house.  I was fucking my girlfriend last night.”

“Jesus Christ.  You dumb cunt.”

“How’d he die?  Like what happened?”

“How do you fucking think?  The damn vampire he wanted to play with killed him.  I guess after that old one was weak for so long, he forgot a fresh one would be, uh, dangerous.”

“Right.”  Ari stood stone-faced for a minute.  “Well, anything else?”

“Uhhhhhhh-”

“I’ll take that as a no.  Don’t bother me again.”

She hung up.

Valen dashed forward into her arms, and she hugged him.  He couldn’t believe it.  They really thought it was okay that he killed Nick, and he was going to get away with it, and then tonight he was going to get to safety, to go home.

“Put a hold on the waterworks,” Ari said, and Valen wiped his eyes.  “You’re okay.”

Valen went back to the couch and sat primly, hands on his lap.  He looked over at Sebastian, feeling pleased with himself.  “That man who hurt us is dead, and we don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Sebastian looked relieved despite himself.

They passed some time watching a nature documentary with Valen before the phone rang again.  Ari let out an even more exasperated groan.

She ripped the phone off the hook.  “What?”

“Ariana,” said a very serious voice.  “This is Director Griswald.” 

Ari straightened up.  “Ah?  Hello?”

Valen clung to Lex once again, all his nerves returning.  The director.  The boss vampire hunter.  Surely he wouldn’t be able to hear Valen, right?  He wouldn’t be able to tell Valen was there somehow, right?  Lex held him comfortingly. 

“You’ve heard about what happened to Nick?”

“Yeah,” Ari said, more nervous than she had been lying to Cyril.  “Hear he got burned playing with fire.”

“I’ve been informed you were expected to see Nick last night to drop off some restraints for the new vampire.”

“Y…Yeah, we were supposed to, but we ended up not doing that.”

“Why not?”

“We…  I’m sorry, Director G, we just really don’t–didn’t–like Nick, we didn’t think it was very important.”

She waited tensely for his response.

“All right,” he said, finally.  “It's not like Nick didn't have any restraints, and he knew how to keep the new research specimen secure. So you didn’t see anything last night?  No other information to give me?”

“No, sir,” she said.  “We were home all night.  We weren’t scheduled to go on patrol.  We had a night in.”

The director hemmed and hmmed.  “All right, Ariana.  Thank you.  Please call me if you think of anything or remember anything else.”

He hung up.  Ari replaced the phone, hand hurting from gripping it so tightly.  She let out an exhausted breath and came back over, sprawling out on the couch.  “Well, I think we might have really pulled it off.”

More waiting.  More nature documentaries.  Valen couldn’t seem to get enough of them.

And then the phone rang again.  Ari groaned, screwing up her eyes.  “For the love of-”  She trundled back over and picked it up.  “What?”

It was Franklyn, another co-worker at the hunter’s guild, one they liked better than Cyril.  “Ari, dude!  Director G is on the news!  Flip over to channel 4!”

Valen, hearing the conversation, fumbled with the remote and changed the channel.  Sure enough, the director’s stony visage was visible in front of a mic, as though he were being interviewed.  The banner at the bottom of the screen read DALTON GRISWALD, DIRECTOR, DEPT. OF NOCTURNAL SECURITY, which then advanced to the headline EXPERIMENT GONE WRONG?  Underneath of that was the ticker tape showing which counties had the most recent V alerts–it was always the same handful near the border.

“Thanks, Frankie,” Ari said distantly.  “I’ll call you back.”  She hung up and went to stand in front of the TV.

“-save many lives,” the director was saying, and Lex used the remote to turn the volume up.  “The experiments were certainly controversial, but we had a strong justification.”

“And why didn’t you make the public aware of it?” the interviewer asked.

“There was minimal danger,” the director claimed.  “Except to the staff members handling the vampire, obviously.”

“But how can you claim there isn’t any danger when there’s a vampire running around loose out there now?”

“Our guild members work tirelessly to protect the people we serve.  We’re spending the day checking for all the places where the escaped vampire could have gone.  It’s no more risk than the usual presence of-”

“Mr. Griswald, how can you-”

“Please let me finish-”

“But how can you-”

“No, no, let me-”

“Director, how can you-”

“Please stop interrupting me, Nancy, I’m trying to answer your question.”

The headline at the bottom changed to GUILD SCIENTIST SLAIN.  The director took a deep breath.  “The tragic loss we experienced today was the result of personal negligence, not our program with live vampires.  Nick was a very close, long-time friend of mine, and our work will certainly suffer without his contributions moving forward.  However, I can’t deny the risk inherent in such work, and even if I believe we have a firm justification and the ability to work safely with enhanced security, I can’t deny the public has all the reason to be nervous about it given what’s happened.  Therefore that’s why I’ve decided, starting today, I’m shutting down that work.”

“Yes!”  Lex and Ari stood, giving each other wild high-fives.

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

“There will be no more live captures,” the director continued.  “No one in our organization is prepared to continue Nick’s work, and the risk has proved itself to be too great.”

The interviewer made a face.  “There you have it folks.  We’ll be right back with more after the break.”

Ari flopped back onto the couch.  “Fuck yeah.  Fuck.  Yeah.  We did it.  Those jackasses really think Sebastian got loose while Nick was alone and killed him and ran off.  And they're not going to torture anyone else because of it.  Fuck yeah.”

Valen gave a few excited wiggles.  “We did it!  Haha!”  He tried not to think about the fact that no live capture program meant Lex and Ari would have killed him when they first met.

He glanced over at Sebastian and noticed how very unhappy he looked.  He didn’t seem angry anymore.  Valen turned back around, hands on his knees, thinking.  “Um, Ari?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think…  we could try letting Sebastian out again?  He looks a lot calmer now, and he still has stab wounds.  That can’t be comfortable.  He’s just been sitting there with them the whole time.”

“Oh.  Uhh, yeah sure I guess.”  Even she had to admit Sebastian looked kind of pathetic.  “Long as you can keep him under control like you did before.”

Valen nodded.  “I’ll handle it.  Leave it to me.”

Valen once again unlocked Sebastian and took him upstairs to the bathroom.  As soon as they were alone, Sebastian started crying, letting the tears flow freely.

“Oh, it's okay,” Valen said, handing him a tissue.  “You're all right.”

“I'm not all right,” he snapped.  “I'm hurt and hungry and-”  He'd been about to say scared, but caught himself just in time. 

“Let me help you,” Valen cooed.  “It'll be all right.  We're going home at sunset.”

Sebastian burst into fresh tears.  “I failed.  I failed.  Mother and Father will be furious with me.  Priscus doesn't have a worthy heir, and now my father doesn't either.  Everyone is going to blame me for the family’s predicament.” 

Valen took Sebastian's hands, firm and cool.  “You're under a lot of pressure.  It's not fair of them to expect so much from you.”

Sebastian brought his hand up to his face and wiped his eye on his shredded sleeve.  “But-but I'm purebred nobility.  I'm better.  I'm supposed to be better.  Better than commoners, and especially better than humans.”

Valen smiled at him and squeezed his hands.  “Listen to me, Sebastian.  When everyone wants you to be something that you're not, it hurts and it's okay to be sad about it.  And it can be hard to see through it to decide what you want, but you don't have to want the same things for yourself that your parents do.  There are lots of people out there who will love you even if you show up empty-handed.  There are people who will love you for showing up empty-handed.”

Sebastian scoffed.  “Who?  You?”

“There are more of us than you might think.  We're just not very visible.”  It was hard to tell Sebastian that when Valen had felt so, so alone as a direct result of trying to be more true to himself.  But he knew it was true.  It had been the thing to give him hope and courage.

Sebastian averted his eyes, sniffling.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and I'll put some bandages on you.”

Valen helped Sebastian wash the blood off himself, then started wrapping him up.

Sebastian kept his eyes averted as Valen wrapped the wounds he'd inflicted on Sebastian’s arms.  “So…those humans really aren't your thralls?”

“No, they're not.  I'd consider them friends, if they want to call themselves that.”

“Did they lie to keep us safe?  Is that what they all meant about that guy on TV?”

“Yes.  They saved both of us from a horrible fate.”

“Okay, but why me? They're not friends with me.”

“They didn't want to see anyone at all condemned to such a fate.  They thought you could be saved. They're kind.”

“Well, that's stupid.”

Valen smiled at him faintly.  “And yet it's why you're here.”

Sebastian looked deep in thought.  Then: “What do you drink if they're your…friends.”  He said it like he still thought it was a bit ridiculous.

“They've been letting me feed on them because they didn't want me to go hungry, same as I kept you from attacking them because I didn't want them to be hurt.”

“I know how friendship works.  I'm not five years old.”

“Sorry, I'm-”

“You're not my mother.  You don't have to dote on me.”  He ripped his hands out of Valen’s.

“Do I have to be your mother to be kind to you?”

Sebastian's face almost broke.  He could count on one hand the number of people who'd been selflessly kind to him, with no ulterior motive, who weren't his mother.  “Well, it's stupid.”

“Come on,” Valen said gently.  “There's no one here to impress.  You can try being nice.  I won't tell anyone.”

“It's weakness.”

“It might feel ridiculous at first, but in the long run it makes me feel a lot better.  Maybe it'll make you feel better, too.”

Sebastian didn't make eye contact.

A few minutes later, the pair of vampires approached Lex and Ari in the living room.  “Sebastian has something he'd like to ask you,” Valen announced.

Lex turned off the TV.  Ari sat up straight.

“This is humiliating,” Sebastian mumbled.

“Go on,” Valen said.

Sebastian turned even redder, but he finally looked at Lex and Ari.  “I am very hungry.  May I please have some blood?”

Ari’s eyebrows shot up.  Lex looked delighted.  “Of course!  You can have some of mine!”

“Uhh…are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ari said, even as Lex slid off the couch towards Sebastian.  “Considering how much we dumped on the floor?”

“It’s just one time,” Lex said, waving her off.  “I’ll be fine.”

Sebastian reached out to grab Lex’s hair, and Valen smacked his hand away.  “Ah-ah-ah.  That’s not how it’s done.”

“That’s how it’s done where I’m from.”

“Well, we aren’t where you’re from, are we?”

Sebastian lowered his hand, once again looking chastised.  

Lex extended her arm out.  “Go ahead and bite my wrist.  It’s okay.”

That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.  Sebastian was supposed to bite her neck, as a sign of his dominance over her.  

But as he lowered his head and tried to make himself gentler at Valen’s direction, he found the blood quenched his thirst all the same.

***

Sebastian was still behaving himself at sunset, so they didn’t shove him back in the coffin for the drive to the border.

The border.  Valen could scarcely believe it.  The border, the thing he’d been trying to get to non-stop for the past few months.  The safety he’d only been able to dream of.  It was just being handed to him.

The van’s tires rolled to a stop in the dirt at the expanse of trees that filled the border.  Valen’s boots crunched over sticks, and he hauled his backpack out behind him.  Sebastian had been bundled up in a hooded jacket to hide the bandages and wounds he seemed self-conscious of.

“Well, here you are,” Lex said.

“Go on, get outta here,” Ari said.

Sebastian started walking towards the border.  Valen hesitated.

“One more hug for the road?” Lex suggested.

Valen nodded.

Lex came over and hugged him.  After a moment, Ari came up and did as well.

“You can come back, you know,” Lex said softly.  “I know it’s been… rough, but-  You’re always welcome here.”

Valen patted her back.

Ari finally broke the hug.  “Hah, I doubt he wants to see our sorry asses ever again.  Go on, big guy.”

Valen adjusted his backpack, looking unsure.

“Hey!” Sebastian shouted in the distance.  “Are we going or what?”

“I’ll call you to let you know I’ve arrived home safely,” Valen says.  “And I’ll… think about it, Alexis.  Thank you, both.”

With that, Valen turned and ran off, far faster than a human could ever hope to catch up.  Lex and Ari turned and wordlessly continued to hug each other, letting themselves cry now that no one was watching.  

***

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YOU GOT: SHOTA AIZAWA

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @frostfall-matches / @rav--en

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'love language: quality time and physical touch (both giving/receiving)'

𓆩♡𓆪 aizawa's love languages i'd say are probably quality time and acts of service

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's not to say he's opposed to physical touch .. he definitely has his cuddly moments

𓆩♡𓆪 all i can imagine is him inviting you into his sleeping bag 😭

𓆩♡𓆪 but yeah he's very subtle with his touch: he likes to rest his arm over your shoulders when the two of you are sitting next to each other

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and while you two are in the awkward dating phase™ (maybe 1–4 months together), he'll pretend to yawn then put his arm around you to make it seem "discreet" lol

𓆩♡𓆪 when y'all get more comfortable together, he'll even invite/silently encourage you to rest your head on his shoulder/chest while he drinks his coffee and reads a newspaper

𓆩♡𓆪 or sit on his lap while he works on the comptuer

𓆩♡𓆪 ^ that also contributes towards his need for quality time together. even if you aren't helping him work or reading the newspaper with him and maybe you're reading a book of your own or scrolling on your phone, as long as you are together, aizawa enjoys it

𓆩♡𓆪 because your presense alone is enough to make everything just that lil bit sweeter

𓆩♡𓆪 i think the term for it might be parallel play

𓆩♡𓆪 basically where two people do two completely seperate activities while in each other's company

𓆩♡𓆪 and despite not/hardly talking, it's still bonding because you get to be near one another

𓆩♡𓆪 aizawa loves that shit

𓆩♡𓆪 most evenings are spent together, cuddled on the couch while you watch tv and aizawa is grading papers (but his attention will occasionally shift towards the show, or to admire you)

𓆩♡𓆪 and for the most part the two of you don't interact, besides when he'd idly stroke your leg or back or whatever body part is closest to him

𓆩♡𓆪 OR when he'd let out a longggg sigh at one of the papers and you just have to ask what the hell they could've possibly wrote that has made him so disappointed

𓆩♡𓆪 OR when you giggle at his gritty musings

𓆩♡𓆪 "dumbass kids.." he grunts, massasging his temple while drawing a big X over the test

𓆩♡𓆪 "shota, you shouldn't say that!" you gasp, attention having been torn away from the show you were watching, "...but whose paper is that? 👀"

𓆩♡𓆪 as i mentioned, he's also naturally inclined towards acts of service

𓆩♡𓆪 he likes to make you a morning coffee along with his own

𓆩♡𓆪 even though he takes his coffee black, he'll go out of his way to make you a chai latte because he knows they are your favourite

𓆩♡𓆪 even if he is up at 6AM, he'll still go through the extra effort, just for you

𓆩♡𓆪 omg he's the sweetest but he's definitely the type to tease you for having a latte

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll hand you your cup while sipping from his own, then sit down directly across from you and mutter something like, "here's your milkshake. i don't know how that could possibly wake you up in the morning."

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'll continue murmuring all sorts about how he "needs five shots of espresso in the morning just to make it to work on time. and then another 3 shots at lunch to stay awake while teaching."

𓆩♡𓆪 if at any point during the day you seem remotely sleepy or even yawn, he'll smirk to himself with a jokey 'i told you so' look on his face (but he secretly thinks you look dead cute when you're tired 🤫)

𓆩♡𓆪 but he's not all evil bc whenever he is having a coffee, he'll always offer you a sip or two

𓆩♡𓆪 or if you're really tired, he'll (begrudgingly) give you his entire drink, even if he doesn't have time to remake himself another black coffee

𓆩♡𓆪 and of course your chai latte is nice but it's not enough to keep him for curling up in a sleeping bag and falling asleep while he is supposed to be teaching

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and one day, for a special occasion (such as an anniversary or valentine's day) he might even try to make one of those frothy hearts on the top of your latte

𓆩♡𓆪 don't expect it to be any good though lol

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'- likes: [...] traveling, new experiences, learning languages (currently knows/studied: english, french, korean, latin), medieval history, having ample amount of alone time/space, the occasional lazy day'

𓆩♡𓆪 as a teacher at ua, aizawa is travelling quite a lot to go on these field trips with his class (and the ample excursions they go on outwith the curriculum)

𓆩♡𓆪 and every single time he is going to insist to principal nezu that you need to come along too, as a translator of course (definitely not because aizawa is secretly a softie and can't bare to experience exciting new places without you)

𓆩♡𓆪 so for every single trip you not only get invited, but also paid to work as a 'translator'

𓆩♡𓆪 and translator is in quotes because during the trip, one of the students is pointing to like a sign or something and is asking you to tell them what it says, meanwhile aizawa is taking pictures of you near some tourist attraction and is like 'can't you see we're busy 🙄'

𓆩♡𓆪 which sounds means but trust that he deserves to be a bit sassy because those trips are basically the two of you parenting a whole class of energetic twenty students

𓆩♡𓆪 unless additional support is there, like extra teachers, in which case he'll just treat it like a second honeymoon lol

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll take you travelling outwith class field trips too of course, but most of the time he'll opt to go to tropical countries where the two of you can relax by a pool, admire the beautiful sunsets and sleep all day

𓆩♡𓆪 though he could be convinced to go on a more 'active' holiday: go to museums, camping, hiking. all that kinda stuff that he would hate in theory but doing them with you isn't so bad

𓆩♡𓆪 and he's got the camping thing halfway down since he already sleeps in a sleeping bag lol

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'll be muttering complaints during the hike, saying all sorts of stuff about being sore and whatnot, but then as soon as you mention that your feet hurt, he'll offer to carry you in an instant

𓆩♡𓆪 or when you are startled by a spider on a tree, he'll use his binding cloth to swat it away

𓆩♡𓆪 also it goes without saying that even though aizawa really enjoys spending time with you, he's also able to notice when you need your space and act accordingly

𓆩♡𓆪 tbh though with how much he works, you do get a lot of alone time while he is away

𓆩♡𓆪 but if you need more, aizawa is chill enough that when you tell him that you'd rather have some alone time, he's not going to take it personally at all or read into it too much

𓆩♡𓆪 as for the last item, he is the king of lazy days

𓆩♡𓆪 and he is more than pleased when he falls for you and now he has something to share his laziness with

𓆩♡𓆪 on some of his days off, the two of you could just spend hours cuddling on the couch together, watching anime or reading together

𓆩♡𓆪 and just sleeping !! mans loves his sleep and he finds it easiest to drift off with you wrapped in his arms like a stuffed bear

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll sleep for a concerning length of time but the good thing is that he is a very deep sleeper so you don't need to worry about waking him up when you eventually have to slip out of his arms to go do something

𓆩♡𓆪 you have a game that you like to play where you try to balance as many things on his forehead as you can without it toppling over and you take photos as evidence

𓆩♡𓆪 in an au where you work at the UA high school alongside him, when he falls asleep in the staff room, you and present mic play jenga thats balancing on the back of his head

𓆩♡𓆪 and he stays unconcious the whole time 😭

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'- hobbies: [...] taking care of houseplants, home/decor DIY projects, hiking, jogging, thrill-seeking activities (an adrenaline junkie).'

𓆩♡𓆪 omg so before y'all move in together , aizawa would seem fairly disinterested in your houseplants

𓆩♡𓆪 like he wouldn't mind it if you were to tell him fun facts, if you wanted to, and if you have any especially unique-looking plants he may even ask about their species

𓆩♡𓆪 but overall he initially he didn't pay them any mind

𓆩♡𓆪 however, that is until the first time you put him on watering duty

𓆩♡𓆪 let's say you're going to be away for a couple days for work or on a trip with friends/family so you need aizawa to take care of the plants

𓆩♡𓆪 plant dad mode: activated

𓆩♡𓆪 he immediately becomes so attentive towards your houseplants and even though a couple days ago it seemed like he couldn't care less about them, suddenly he is all over them

𓆩♡𓆪 making sure they are getting fresh air, enough sunlight, pruning their leaves, and using a measuring cup to make sure they get just enough water to survive but also don't drown

𓆩♡𓆪 like he looks out for them so well, and after that bonding experience, he offers to water your plants for you more often and you can tell that he's unlocked a new interest despite how he continues to try to seem nonchalant about it

𓆩♡𓆪 like he feels the same way about your plants as he does for Class 1-A: he cares deeply about their safety and wellbeing, though he's unsure why

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll buy you more plants for your house if he finds one in the store that looks cute, but he'll always insist it's not a big deal and he only did it because it was on sale (it wasn't on sale)

𓆩♡𓆪 and randomly you'll notice that perhaps one is misisng so you'll ask aizawa if he knows where it went (because it's not like it just grew legs and walked away) and he'll say something like "it looked sad so i put it in the garden to get some sunlight"

𓆩♡𓆪 and you're unsure how a pant could 'look sad' but before you can question it, he'll go get the pot from the garden and return it to its usual place

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and he doesn't give the plants funny pun names himself, he usually just refers to them by a distinguishing feature ( ie. "the succulent", "the spiky one", "the fuzzy one")

𓆩♡𓆪 but it's great if you give the plants pun names because he will then refer to them by whatever name you gave them and it's so hilarious to hear your bf say in his usual deadpan manner "I put Count Plantula outside"

𓆩♡𓆪 eventually he'll invite you to move in with him/you'll both decide to move into a new house together, in which case the first question he'll ask you when you arrive is "so.. where are your plants ? 👀"

𓆩♡𓆪 as for DIY house projects, he'll let you take the lead on that because he can't be bothered to deal with missing parts of ikea furniture and convoluted instructions

𓆩♡𓆪 so he'll hold things in place while you screw/nail; he'll hand you the tools you need; and he'll even listen to your frustrated ramblings when there comes a part that confuses you — maybe even offer a few words of motivation or a reassuring pat on the back — but for the most part, he'll sit back with his coffee and watch the expert at work

𓆩♡𓆪 not from laziness, but rather he knows it'll get done quicker if he doesn't get too involved (too many chefs and whatnot) , also he just likes to silently admire you while you work because he thinks you're so pretty when you're concentrating on something

𓆩♡𓆪 the domestic vibes just drive him crazy tbh

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'- ideal first date: coffee/dessert for initial chatting and then something active like an amusement park or arcade so i don't have to focus too hard on conversation.'

𓆩♡𓆪 aizawa is pretty good at holding conversation when it comes to someone like you , who he actually wants to talk to

𓆩♡𓆪 you also mentioned that you're quite clumsy so i can imagine that after you both receive your coffees and you're carrying back to your table , you might wobble a little bit and being a pro-hero, he would notice immediately and try to stabilse you, either with his hands or binding cloth

𓆩♡𓆪 and once you both safely make it to the table, he's so going to tease you about that, at least a bit. saying stuff like , "that was close" or "that would've hurt. i'd hate to have to spend the rest of our first date in hospital." and that is when you get a taste for his sense of humour, because although he says it pretty deadpan, you can tell by his little smirk that he's only playing around

𓆩♡𓆪 during the date itself, he'd ask you lots of questions about your education and your job

𓆩♡𓆪 he thinks it's so impressive the level of certification you have, and he'd find your job very interesting too. overall, he's just attracted to diligence and work-ethic and that's certainly what you exude

𓆩♡𓆪 as well as your knoweldge of languages, he'd want to hear all about that. again, he finds your passion to be so amazing. he'd ask you to say a few phrases in your known languages because he "doesn't believe you", but really he does and he just wanted to hear you speak in foreign languages since he finds it cool and attractive

𓆩♡𓆪 at an amusement park , aizawa would be quite neutral

𓆩♡𓆪 he wouldn't mind patiently waiting and holding your stuff while you go on rides, or going on with you

𓆩♡𓆪 i can't imagine he has a lot of experiences on rollercoasters though , however he encounters villains frequently so i assume he has the guts for it

𓆩♡𓆪 during the rides, most of the time he isn't remotely scared. he's not the type to scream or shout on rides, or even make faces.

𓆩♡𓆪 when you get to see your on-ride photo , it's always so funny because it looks like

𓆩♡𓆪 ✋😁🤚 😐

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's not to say he isn't having a good time.. that's just his 'enjoying himself' face ^

𓆩♡𓆪 and he's very calm on these rides too. you could literally be going through a loop or plummeting to the ground at top speeds and he will turn to you as though nothing out-of-the-ordinary was happening and say, "are you scared? would you like to hold my hand?" (meanwhile you're screaming for your life)

𓆩♡𓆪 but yeah , he's been very desensitized from being a pro-hero so most adrenaline-fuelled activities don't really phase him the way they should

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's okay because it mean you have someone stable and calm to cling onto when you're on these rollercoasters

𓆩♡𓆪 as for the stalls that you get at the amusement parks, he would politely inform you that they are rigged, and when you explain to him that most people already know that they're rigged, but they just play anyway because it's fun, he'd have kinda a hard time understanding why

𓆩♡𓆪 but he'd be willing to entertain it without question for you

𓆩♡𓆪 a whole sociological deconstruction is wayy more effort than hooking a duck anyway

𓆩♡𓆪 his quirk is one that would be kinda useless when playing these games though , unless the stall-owner is using their quirk to rig the games. but that's unlikely.

𓆩♡𓆪 so chances are the two of you don't win many prizes, but he actually does have a lot of fun trying

𓆩♡𓆪 who knew tossing rings over the necks of bottles could be so much fun?

𓆩♡𓆪 but most things are fun when he does them with you, is what he quickly learns.

𓆩♡𓆪 and this is your oppertunity to get him back for all the teasing he did in the cafe after you almost spilled your drink, by being like "you're a pro-hero that fights villains regularly but you're losing against empty milk bottles 😔😂"

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for @rav--en: aaa i thought this dynamic was super cute, especially with how you are both very straightforward. but with how teasing you are, it makes for a couple with a very serious exterior but with each other, you're both a bit more playful and mellow. my other pick for you was timeskip tamaki amajiki but i think aizawa would be more receptive/keen for high-adrenaline activities, whereas tamaki would be too scared. also aizawa is wayy more independent , while tamaki might be too lenient and insecure for your liking.

[swiftfootedachilles]

pls can you talk more about age regression mickey? i need it😭😭😭😭

anon i promised myself i would never talk about this subject on tumblr yet here we are

ok i have to preface this by saying a couple things for clarifications

i DO NOT fuck with sexualizing age regression or ageplay!!!!

that being said, somebody can age regress sometimes and still be a grown adult with dick and balls who has sex! but they are entirely separate from one another!

i dont really, like.... fully understand age regression, i guess? i dont understand the difference between age regression, age play, and just enjoying kid stuff(age dreaming?). like is it a specific headspace? is it a form of dissociation? how do you know if you're regressing or just pretending, or are those the same thing? my ignorance may show in my headcanons so sorry

my headcanons for mickey are based on my own experiences. so although i don't know anything about what i just listed above, i do know that personally i really like a lot of kid stuff and it definitely is because of my childhood trauma and my (assumed) autism. and obviously mickey has a lot of childhood trauma, and hes autistic imo. so that's really the only scope of reference i have for this 😭

autistic people are not inherently childish or lack certain skills just because they consume a lot of child media. anybody who enjoys kid stuff or age regresses is automatically doing that 24/7 and unable to exist in adult spaces. and even if they are like that, that's nobody's business but theirs. but obviously mickey doesn't do this 24/7, and i don't think he would enjoy doing it all the time anyway. autistic people like children's media because its usually created to have an easily understandable premise, visually stimulating, have very concise pacing, understandable character motivations, and conflicts are resolved efficiently. it's something straightforward to watch, read, or play when the world doesn't make any sense and overwhelms us

i do not view age regression/ageplay/age dreaming in this context as mickey having did/a little alter. most of the content ive seen about agereg seems to view it as a form of dissociation, and while it can be that, i think writers are doing this accidentally because they don't really understand how dissociation works. and again, this is just based on my experience and understanding, and i don't dissociate at all when i consume children's media. i just enjoy it that's really only how deep it goes i just like it lol

ive mentioned both of these many many times before but mickey has fidget toys and plushies. he especially uses chewelry/teethers, bike chain fidgets, mechanical fidgets, tangles, spinner rings, weighted blankets and plushies, and jellycat/squishables/aurora/douglas/plushie dreadful. he also has a color changing lamp with multiple brightness settings that he likes to sit by/stare at

he likes to draw and color. he doesn't read because he struggles with it and it's not relaxing at all to read. he eats "boring" tasting food for the texture, like freeze dried yogurt and puffed rice. ian has to watch him and redirect him when he eats otherwise he'll just keep eating and eating just to chew on something. he likes chewing gum but it hurts his jaw if he does it too much.

he rewatches a lot of shows from his childhood. ghostwriter, zoboomafoo, magic school bus, bill nye. he also saw a lot of older shows and movies because they were recorded on vhs tapes in their house, or they were reruns on their free-to-run tv. electric company, zoom, little audrey, romper room, felix the cat, speed racer, space ghost. he really likes to watch old westerns and gangster movies. it really just depends on how "small" hes feeling. he also likes bluey, avatar the last airbender, and a lot of the classic cartoon network shows. hes watched a lot of peppa pig but thats only because franny is obsessed and watches it every day. he shows freddie speed racer because he has a racecar/hotwheels obsession

when hes regressed, ian will not do couple-y thing with him. he won't kiss his mouth, talk about adult topics with him, touch him inappropriately, none of it. he doesnt want his role as a romantic and sexual partner to be equated to his role as caregiver

mickey doesnt need help using the bathroom or bathing beyond being reminded when to do it. he usually becomes nonverbal though. communicating doesn't really happen beyond a few words when he has to respond to ian. he also stims a lot more and generally is unmasked in this state. ian doesn't want to disturb him, but he also wants to use the chance to get mickey to do some new things while he's relaxed. he gets mickey to help him prepare dinner, pick out colors for house decor, takes him in public with his headphones (mickey usually hates wearing them in public because he thinks he looks stupid + he can't hear much around him). ian would take him more places like the zoo and museums, but it's usually too crowded and he knows it would sour the experience for mickey

mickey is overall much more.... soft and pliant in this state. he can definitely have a meltdown, but he's usually pretty chill as long as he's at home and doesn't have any errands to worry about

[edensbuttercups]

Dagger Squad headcanons

Merry Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope it's a good one, filled with love and happiness, in whatever form that might be ♡

Some Christmas headcanons since it's Christmas!

(I'll get into proper writing again soon, ended up taking a little break because of how busy the last days before Christmas have been, but there's some fics in the works ♡)

Bob’s favorite Christmas activity is decorating the house, especially the Christmas tree. He buys at least one special bauble each year, that being the first gift being opened once the tree has been set up, the new ornament finding a spot on it. He’s also a big lover of Christmas cards, taking his time to write one to everyone he cares about, drawing them when he has the time, and buying thoughtful ones when he doesn’t, but he's always super thoughtful and loving, and he knows how to show it, especially when it comes to writing cards to you. 

Mickey is a big lover of baking Christmas cookies, always going all out and making at least three different types, taking the time to decorate them, something he's become very good at. He's messy and he'll definitely flick some flour your way, but he tidies up quickly and gets more energy when he hears you laugh. His takes a lot of pride in his cookies, his specialties being a little snowman, cute little nose and scarf piped on, and Santa, having mastered different expressions for him, from the cheerful one, to the winking one, to the sleepy one, and each cookie tasting just as good as they look.

Jake won’t admit this easily, but there’s nothing that feels more like Christmas to him than watching a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie, a tradition that he accidentally started with his mother one year, ending up on the couch next to her and wiping a tear away at the cheesiest happy ending known to man, eventually sneaking by her side each year when she’d pick a new one to watch, a tradition he carries on with you, pulling you down to cuddle while you watch the two characters fall in love. 

Bradley is big on lazy mornings and lazy nights. He enjoys the time off, being able to lounge in bed by your side in the morning, having a christmassy breakfast and watching as the presents slowly start piling under the tree, sneaking them there in the night when you're not looking and pretending he knows nothing about it when you ask. Santa, he'll justify with a shrug. And lazy nights in front of the tv, watching a Christmas movie? His heaven.

Javy loves wrapping gifts. He’s mastered the skill, being able to wrap anything and everything, and he finds incredible joy in it. He’s also very very good at choosing gifts, always remembering something mentioned in passing or simply knowing what to get. Hand in hand with his gift-wrapping love, he enjoys finding the perfect wrapping paper for everyone, slowly collecting a variety of different designs to wrap his gifts with, the special one he chose for you having candy canes forming a heart.  

Reuben's Christmas doesn’t feel complete without some singing, his favourite Christmas songs blasting around the house throughout the month, taking you in his arms each time you pass him by and swinging you back and forth as he sings, dancing with you for a moment before he has to let you go, smiling as he places a kiss to your cheek, winking at you as you make sure everything is ready for the Christmas dinner.

Natasha doesn't always find herself in the Christmas spirit immediately, but once she does, she goes all out. She finds little ways to make each day feel a little more like Christmas, first decorating the place, then playing Christmas music, watching Christmas films and counting down the days. She loves ending the day with a hot chocolate, pouring two mugs and handing one to you, sitting side by side on the couch, her legs resting on your lap as you sip on your drinks, chatting about what you're most looking forward to.

[merlincersei]

Merlin BBC UK TV Show - A Psychological Analysis Series Part 10

Analyzing Gwen’s Character In Season 1

I will be doing so by describing her interaction with other characters. I truly believe this will help shed some light on her personality traits.

Her Interaction With Merlin:

It would not be a far fetched assumption to state Gwen likes Merlin.

We see evidence of this right from Season 1 Episode 1.

During their first meeting, she states the difference between Merlin and Arthur by saying everyone thought Merlin was a hero for standing up to Arthur.

In the banquet scene in Season 1 Episode 1, she talks with Merlin and states two contradictory messages at the same time. One message is “I like you” (she blurts it out before realizing what she said), and the other is basically taking this statement back (pretending that she was speaking in general terms).

If you watch her words and body language here, and compare it with some cases where she talks with Lancelot and Arthur, it’s easy to draw parallels between them .Here Gwen says that she likes men that, contrary to Arthur, are more normal.

Her Interaction With Lancelot:

A copy of that conversation with Merlin happens with Lancelot, when Gwen is measuring him. She says, “We need men like you,” only to correct herself and explain that she wasn’t talking of her personally but of Camelot. Coincidentally, she uses almost the same phrase when Arthur is unconscious in Season 1 Episode 13, “For the love of Camelot, you have to live!”

Camelot in her mind is not only of nobles, but includes commoners. You probably noticed that she mentions commoners and normal people often. Why is this important? Because Gwen is very susceptible to the social differences between her and other main characters. Her low self-esteem is evident when she compares herself to Morgana, Arthur, Lancelot and even Nimueh. In other words, she’s no lady (she’s unfit), so she hides her desires behind Camelot’s needs. She likes more normal men because she thinks she is a normal woman.

In Season 1 Episode 5, we have another recreation of the banquet scene from Season 1 Episode 1. Merlin and Gwen watch Arthur and Lancelot. When Merlin asks her whom of the two she would prefer, Gwen refuses to answer.

Not because she doesn’t like any of them (she doesn’t deny liking them) rather, she doesn’t answer because as a servant she will never have the opportunity to choose. She’s unworthy and unfit. Merlin’s remark that Gwen wouldn’t recognize her type of man even if she were standing next to her (and then Gwen’s reaction to it) show how in her mind there are not two, but three candidates in her mind.

Her attitude toward Lancelot after he’s been knighted changes; she is burdened with preconceptions of her (social) inferiority.

Later, when Lancelot is released from the prison (and has lost his position as the socially privileged knight), she can openly tell him that she has never seen a man like him, and she even begs him not to go.

Right before the end of that episode, Gwen is staring trough Morgana’s window, watching the Lancelot leaving. (The creators of the series are clearly playing with the spectator’s knowledge of Arthurian legends here.)

Her Interaction With Arthur:

Similarly Gwen is attracted to Arthur, but she feels she is not entitled to.

She rarely dares confront Arthur openly until Season 1 Episode 10 maybe for the first time. She scolds Arthur for scorning ‘the commoners’ food,’ and in the familiar pattern, she takes her words back right away, apologizing

In previous episodes, we saw Gwen mocking Arthur behind his back, together with Morgana. So it’s a surprise that she suddenly shows this blind faith in Arthur and his capabilities. One reason for the change might be Merlin.

The other reason is that she’s always been attracted to Arthur. In Season 1 Episode 9 during Arthur’s coronation, Gwen says that Merlin must be proud of Arthur. When Merlin denies, Gwen insists. It’s possible that she’s guessed Merlin’s mind, or that she simply projected her feelings onto him (and Merlin’s and her emotions for Arthur just happen to overlap).

So how do we describe Gwen ?

She is an ordinary girl with common traits and emotional depth. She doesn’t have any glaring flaw (in that she’s a Mary Sue ). She doesn’t have any particular ability and is not stunning in the looks department either. I’m not talking about the actress but about the character (compare men’s reaction to her and their reaction to Morgana).

She doesn’t allow herself normal feelings ( maybe she’s simply not capable of it) even when her father is killed. For example, Merlin is surprised at how well she is accepting the whole situation. Sure, she is crushed, but she doesn’t even think of resenting Arthur (despite him being involved in her father’s death) or to take revenge on Uther. (We can say Arthur represents the idealized man (father) for her, but more of it later).

In Season 1 Episode 12, Merlin is facing a difficult moral dilemma (to kill Uther or not), yet for Gwen (who would be entitled to such thoughts), there’s no dilemma – killing is wrong. She’s indignant at the very idea.

Her simplistic worldview is shown for example in Season 1 Episode 4, when Merlin needs a magical antidote to survive. Another extreme situation where Merlin’s life is at stake. Gwen works under the imposed premise of magic being wrong. In the end, Gaius has to find a pretext to send her away and get things done.

Where Merlin and Arthur show internal conflict, she’s devoid of any. Her world seems a simple and a happy-go-lucky one, even when she faces incredibly unpleasant events.

Gwen represents a conundrum. In critical situations, we could see Gwen as a surprisingly mature and selfless person, or we could see her as a surprisingly shallow one.

She has a rather black and white view of the world in conjunction with the desire to appease. She follows a few simple guidelines of what is right and wrong and that prevents her from having any major internal dilemmas or strives. Both Merlin and Arthur are drawn to her for this reason.

In Freudian terms, I would say Gwen is stuck in her oral phase. (Her constant need to be watched over and rescued by others shows support for this claim. Then the badly controlled lust for every cute boy she meets indicates she’s not very selective when it comes to fulfilling her needs. It’s fulfilling them that matters.

In Season 1 Episode 12, when she loses her biological father and Arthur promises to take care of her, she accepts Arthur as a surrogate (idealized) father. In other words, she doesn’t resolve her Electra conflict. She doesn’t proceed into the stage where she rejects the attraction toward her father (or fatherly figures) in favor of identifying with the parent of the same sex. And funny enough, her mother is missing (presumed dead).

Her view of Arthur as the idealized father is constantly hinted.

Arthur is a prince, and as such an authority she rarely defies. She looks at Arthur in an idealized way (as a savior/hero). She displays her blind faith into Arthur’s capabilities to protect Camelot (in other words herself) . Refer Season 1 Episodes 10, 11, and 13, for example.

In Season 1 Episode 13, where she nurses Arthur her behavior shows submission as she claims to do it for the sake of Camelot.

Even the kiss she gives Arthur on his hand can be seen as a kiss that consolidates her position as servant.

Throughout human history, many types of kisses are known. Their social functions were different and discernable based on the body part that was kissed in relation to the social status of the kissers.

The kiss as a symbol of a sexual act is not the only possible kiss. Usually, lower the position of the subject/giver, the farther the kiss is from the face. In extreme cases, the kiss is given on the hem of the robe, the feet, or the ground next to the feet.

In wake of Gwen’s libido, I’d say her kiss is in part of a sexual nature, especially because later, when Arthur is awake, she denies (in her usual fashion) having said or done anything.

The bottom line is I do think Gwen has a crush on Merlin, but not Merlin alone. Her libido is quite unfocused on this stage. Admittedly it’s still more focused on Merlin than on others because Merlin is in ‘her league,’ a servant like her so she can identify more easily with him. At the same time she admires him even more because he doesn’t act as a servant. And if another servant can be so courageous, maybe so can she.

Even Merlin, despite being a servant just like her, is bolder and more self-assured (that’s why she approached him in first place). I’d say Gwen sees every young man as a potential lover, and the ones who recognizes her as a woman (i.e. a sexual mate) will get her cough Lancelot cough Arthur cough

[deadbydangit]

Love your work! You inspire me to write stuff on my own! 💖💖

How about Doctor, Dwight, and Cannibal with a reader who animates? Like an animator? GN reader would be great! 💕💕💖

Thank you!

Aww. You're all going to make me start crying! I'd love to read your work sometime. I can absolutely do that!

With a Reader who is an animator.

Doctor, Dwight, Cannibal

Doctor

Oh, cartoons?

Aren't you a little old for that?

Just ignore him.

Just do what makes you happy.

Herman likes to think he's at the pinecle of society.

That he's risen above such common entertainment.

He hasn't.

Show him some of those bad doctor comics.

Ones with the play on words.

That'll get him laughing.

He'll want you to make some of those, but animated

You probably don't have the medical knowledge he does.

So he's going to have to help you.

It's a nice activity you could both do together.

You animate.

He gives the script.

You two are a team.

He likes to show the animations off to others.

Most them don't understand the humor.

You probably don't either.

Because... They aren't doctors.

So they just pretend to laugh.

But it really makes him happy.

The best part about these little cartoons is that he gets to spend that time with you.

Seeing you so excited and passionate about what you love makes all of it worthwhile.

Dwight Fairfield

Oh, you animate?

That's so cool!

His eyes are going to light up like fireworks.

When he was in the real world, he was an avid anime fan.

His favorites were action animes like Dragon Ball or Naruto.

But he's open to most genres.

He loves watching you work and commenting on all the amazing detail.

Dwight will openly brag about you.

"Yeah, they're an animator. They would've made it big if they weren't here."

So much so that the others will get kind of annoyed.

But he can't help it.

You're just so cool!

His s/o is an animator!

Imagine that!

He's had his own story ideas and would love to share them with you.

He's actually written them all down in a journal.

Find the notebook and start making his anime a reality.

He'll be so happy when you show it to him, he'll start crying and knock you down with a hug.

Best gift ever!

Cannibal

Cartoons?

What's that?

He didn't have a TV.

If you tell them they're like comic books, he still won't understand.

He didn't have those either.

And he can't read very well.

Just show him a few animations.

Bubba will get the idea after a while.

"Moving pictures?"

Take what you can get.

He enjoys watching you draw.

He usually won't say anything.

But seeing you so hard at work motivates him.

He might not know how to draw, but he can focus on things he is good at.

Like cooking.

So he'll bring you food and supplies

Do not eat that food.

Just... Hide it somewhere.

Once you finish your animation, make sure he's the first person you show.

That's the first cartoon he's ever seen!

And it's even better, because you made it.