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Hard times (part one)

roommate!eddie munson x roommate fem!reader (established friendship)

Summary: after getting your electricity and water shut off, you and your roommate are desperate for money, so desperate that you’re willing to have sex with each other on camera, but will your 10+ year friendship be able to with stand all the drama that comes a long with shooting a porno?

⚠️warnings: eventual smut 18+ mdni, financial hardships, angst, use of the nickname ‘mini’ no use of y/n, unwanted pining (one sided for now), eventual best friends to lovers, mentions of porn.

note: this concept is loosely based off of the movie ‘Zac and Miri make a porno’ (don’t forget to tip your writers with a comment and reblog)

wc: 3.3k

You were exhausted and you needed a shower, the day was long and you felt sticky and sweaty. So as soon as you and your best friend Eddie, who also happens to be your roommate, walk into the front door of your apartment, coming back from the closing shift you both worked at family video. You head to the bathroom and he heads to the kitchen for a late night beer.

You pull the baby blue shower curtain to the side as you work the knobs to start your nice steamy shower, you’ve been thinking about it since mid day. But you were most excited to slip on some pajamas, get into bed and cuddle under your fluffy duvet while some tv show plays in the background. You just needed to wash the day off, first.

As you sing a tune you heard over the video stores, speaker. You reach for your coconut scented body wash and loofa, washing your body down from neck to toes. Next, you move onto your hair, grabbing the blue ‘finesse’ bottle of shampoo that sat on the small window seal, you pour a generous amount on your hand, bringing it up to lather your hair that felt heavy from the excess hairspray you used on it this morning.

Once the shampoo is ready to rinse out, the water cuts off, leaving you in a state of shock, as the shampoo from your head begins to run down your neck, and onto your back. ‘What the fuck?’ was all you could think, as you began to play with the shower knobs trying to asses the problem, with no such luck you decide your next best option is to call for your roommate.

“Eddie!” You scream as you yank the curtain open, sticking your head out

You hear his loud boots barreling down the hallway, coming towards you.

“Yes?” He says as he cracks the door open, not wanting to stick his head in, in case you were indecent.

“I’m covered you can come in,” you sass

“Hey, just makin’ sure” He says with a smirk, as he walks in, putting the toilet seat down to sit on.

“What’s the problem?” He asks while studying your face.

“Did you pay the water bill?” You squint your eyes at him

“I thought it wasn’t due until Friday?” He mumbled

“No, it was due last Friday, Eddie! I told you that.” You didn’t intend for it to come out so brash, but given your current situation and your need for sleep, you were a bit more snappy than usual.

“Well, I had to pay for the parts to fix the van. I took some money out of the bills, but I mean I thought I had time to put it back.” He says scratching the back of his neck, as his shoulder deflate.

“Okay, well they shut the water off and I still have shampoo in my hair!” You whine, as you scrunch your nose up in anger. It came off way too cute to take to serious, and if Eddie wasn’t in a panic to help you, he would’ve teased you about it.

“Shit, okay okay, hold on. Let me find something to wash it out with.” Eddie says as he looks around the bathroom frantically.

“The toilet, grab that cup and get some water from the toilet, please?” You say as you motion your head towards the little white cup by the sink.

He grabs it before lifting up the toilet seat, only to gasp “fuck, I took a piss earlier and forgot to flush.” He says, cheeks a rosy pink as he looks back at you with sympathy.

“Eddie, not that water! Lift up the back, there’s clean water in there.” Pointing your finger towards the back of the porcelain bowl

“Oh yeah, I knew that.” He says with a small smirk as he dips the cup into the water and walks over to you, “okay, put your head back, I’ll get the shampoo out.” He motions you back with his free hand.

You tip your head back, gripping on the shower curtain for dear life as he begins pouring the water on your hair and scrubbing to get the shampoo out. His fingers were surprisingly soft and gentle, you almost got lost in the feeling of his nails scratching at your scalp. You and Eddie have been friends since kindergarten and have done many things together but this by far is the most intimate, you couldn’t help the butterflies that were erupting in your stomach. ‘It just feels really good, that’s it.’ You told yourself as Eddie continued to wash the suds from your hair.

After the shampoo was fully washed out, Eddie handed over your black silk robe that was hanging on a hook behind the door, you delicately placed it on your damp body, wrapping it around your front and tying it as tight as it would go, all while behind the closed shower curtain as Eddie stood on the other side, sat back on the closed lid of the toilet.

“So? I guess I’ll call them in the morning and see if they’ll give us an extension, at least until this friday.” He says as he bites the side of his cheek, arms crossed over his chest.

You open the shower curtain, stepping out onto the soft floor mat of the same color. “We asked for an extension last time, isn’t there like an extension limit or something?” You ask as you grab your toothbrush, applying a dollop of minty toothpaste before bringing it to your mouth. “Well I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” Eddie says, glancing at the way the black robe hugged the curve of your ass before looking away, he stands up onto his feet, as he starts walking towards the door, it was getting too hot in here for him, and he almost couldn’t breath.

Before he was able to make it out, you turned towards him with your back up against the sink, toothbrush held in your hand as toothpaste suds covered the sides of your mouth. “What do we do if they don’t give us one? Where are we gonna get the money to turn it back on? Not to mention the late fees.” He could hear the worry in your voice, that was the dynamic of your friendship; you’re the uptight worrier while he’s the careless, laid back, “everything will work itself out” kinda guy. It was a good balance but that’s not to say it didn’t absolutely drive you up the wall.

“I’ll take care of it mini, don’t worry okay?” He gives you a small smile, before turning back to the door, “cmon Eddie we’re not kids anymore, can you please use my legal name?” You chuckle as you turn back to the sink to spit the rest of the toothpaste out, wiping your mouth on a wash cloth “you’ll always be my mini though.” He walks out, softly closing the door behind him and heading back to his beer he abandoned on the kitchen counter that was now dripping with condensation.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Mini, was a name given to you for your small stature, you were petite growing up and nobody let you forget it. You would say you’re about average height now, maybe a little under average but somehow the nickname just kind of stuck.

You decided to worry about the whole water situation in the morning, nothing you can do about it now. You just really wanted to get into bed and maybe watch the arsenio hall show until you fell asleep, which is exactly what you did.

Eddie’s night most likely went how it always does; he drank all six beers, smoked some weed out of his sticker infested bong and then passed out while still in his clothes, classic Eddie.

The next day Eddie called the water company to try and work out an extension. He said he would try everything to get the water back on, but when he got on the phone the tech basically laughed at him, telling him there’s no way he was able to give Eddie an extension due to ‘the recurring late fees’ so basically you were shit out of luck on the water unless you had the full payment, it was the last thing you wanted to hear and you were in a sour mood because of it. You understood that Eddie did what he had to do, if the van hadn’t gotten fixed you’d have no ride to work for the money to pay bills, but that didn’t stop you from closing yourself in your bedroom and just wanting to be alone.

You and Eddie worked another closing shift, so you had time to sulk and brainstorm with yourself about how this could be handled. Come as you are by nirvana played in the background as you laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing for an idea, maybe something you could pawn or sell, you didn’t want to have to get a second job but that was your last resort.

You were so close to saying ‘fuck it’ to pawning the necklace you never took off, it was a name plate necklace your grandma gave to you the Christmas before she passed away, it was very special to you but you were that desperate.

As long as you and Eddie had been living together you’d never struggled this hard, but after Eddie got fired from his mechanic job (where he got paid way more than he was making now) for fucking one of his customers in the back seat of her car and getting caught by his manager Tom, you had no choice but to get him a job at family video with you, so this was your current situation.

You were quickly thrown from your thoughts when the radio on your dresser abruptly cuts off, you sit up looking around your room trying to decipher what happened, but when you notice the alarm clock on your nightstand and it’s lack of big red numbers, you scrunch up your face in confusion.

“Fuck!” Is heard from down the hall, you jump up, opening your bedroom door and making your way out to the living room where your roommate is throwing a fit on the couch, Doritos chip bag by his side, his white and red Reebok pumps hiked up on the coffee table, knees bent with his Super Nintendo controller in hand. “What happened?” You question. “Cocksuckers turned off the electricity, I told them I’d get it to them by Monday.” He says through gritted teeth, tossing his controller on the table making you jump from the loud clatter.

You wanted to be mad, but you couldn’t. Eddie was tough enough on himself after the whole being fired ordeal so you quietly padded over, plopping down on the couch beside him. “Well, I think I have an idea.” You say as you cross your socked feet, pulling them close to you. “Okay, let’s hear it.” His tone laced in defeat as he rubs his hands down his face.

“I can pawn the necklace my grandma got me, that should be an extra $250. I mean it’s not much but it’ll help with some late fees.” Eddie’s head snaps towards you, eyes meeting yours. “No, no way mini! I’m gonna figure this out okay? I know how much that necklace means to you and I’m gonna do everything I can before we have to start pawning our shit.”

“Ed’s, c'mon there’s not much else for us to do, I mean I guess we can get second jobs? We can donate blood, or-” you ramble on before eddie intervenes “I’m gonna start selling again, I’ll walk to the payphone and call Rick in a few and see what I can get, maybe he’ll front it to me and I’ll pay him back once it’s moved.” He says as he shakes his head while his eyes scan the living room.

“Eddie no, there has to be something we can do that won’t get you thrown in jail. You remember what Callahan said, one more fuck up and you’re going away for awhile. Let’s just look at our options here, okay?” You’re on the verge of panicking, if Eddie picks up selling again and gets caught he’ll be prosecuted to the fullest extent, as per what the new chief of police told him.

“Let me handle this Min, just sit there and look pretty, alright? I’m gonna get this taken care of. I promise, okay?” His sneakers hit the floor as he shoots up, walking towards the front door, he takes his leather jacket from the hook and throws it on before walking out. “Eddie please, just be rational, please!” You beg as the words ‘just sit there and look pretty’ bounce around in your head. You weren’t sure if you should be offended or flattered, but with the butterflies fluttering around in your insides, you realized it was the latter.

Eddie got back once you were ready for your shift. You decided since it was a pretty warm day that a button down floral dress, and your doc martens would suffice, next you threw on the always flattering green ‘family video’ vest. You walk back into the living room after pulling your hair into a claw clip.

Eddie walks through the door with a sullen look on his face, “how’d it go?” You timidly ask. “He gave me the fucking run around, talking in this bullshit code, anyway he said he can’t help me right now.” He shrugs, moving down the hall towards his bedroom, before he stops to look back at you. “I’m gonna go smoke and get ready for work, you wanna join?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec.” You say before joojing your hair a couple more times in front of the entry door mirror

You spent the remaining time before your shift laid out on Eddie’s bed as you both passed a joint back and forth, it was weird not being able to turn on some background music while you two talked like usual, and the apartment was starting to get humid even with the windows half open as a light breeze crept in. You were pretty sure there was something in this weed that was a little stronger than usual because you couldn’t take your eyes off of Eddie as he moved around his room, throwing on whatever clean band shirt and ripped jeans that were in his dresser. You’ve never noticed just how pretty he was. ‘Jesus Christ, what is in this shit?’ You asked yourself as you brought the joint back up to your lips and took another puff while your eyes continued to ogle the man in front of you.

“You gonna pass it, or you just g’na keep checking me out?” The daze you were under slowly faltering, as you notice Eddie with his hand stretched out towards you, waiting for the joint to be placed between his thumb and index finger, his eyebrow is cocked with an apparent smirk on his face.

His words immediately make your cheeks heat in a light pink hue, as a cough sets off deep in your chest at the prospect of being caught. “Yeah you wish, Ed.” You chuckle awkwardly, as you place the joint between his fingers, you quickly pull your hand back as if you’d been burnt when his index finger brushes against your own. You weren’t sure if you wanted to continue to sesh with Eddie if the weed was gonna make you feel like you had feelings for your best friend. ‘Yeah right, Eddie was like a brother to you.’ You thought to yourself, ignoring the icky feeling in the pit of your stomach at the brief notion.

You both made it to work with a couple minutes to spare, which was very rare as Eddie had a tendency to make you late for everything. Once clocked in, you began your work behind the checkout counter while also on rewind duty.

Eddie worked the floor, helping customers and putting away recent returns. In between Eddie would come up to you with new ideas on how to get some extra cash, every idea even more brazen than the next. Everything from begging for his old job back to panhandling on the corner of a highway, you were afraid his ideas were gonna continue to snowball into something even more unhinged as he paced in front of the counter you were sat behind.

“I think we need to come up with some rational ideas, okay?” You say, breaking Eddie from his internal crisis. “Rational? I’m being very rational, you’re just not thinking out of the box, Min.” Eddie chuckles before grabbing his cart of returns. He reaches to pick one up out of the pile, a sly smirk lighting up his once glum face. He holds up a tape of a bald man and a blonde woman in a rather provocative position, green stickers hiding their most private areas. He begins slightly waving it around “Duty calls. You know where to find me if you need me, just uh knock first.” He says with a wolfish grin. The whole one sided interaction has your stomach in loops, at the idea of Eddie touching himself in the ‘restricted area’.

It was a typical Wednesday night at family video, the lack of customers giving you ample opportunity to think. You thought about the possibility of having to move back in with your parents, you would do everything in your power to make sure that didn’t happen though. You couldn't go back to living with two people that barely even acknowledged your existence. You were beginning to come to terms with Eddie’s crazy ideas actually being plausible, it made you nervous but at this point you would do whatever he suggested.

“Holy fuck!” You were so in your head that the booming voice coming from the back of the store made you jump a foot in the air, you placed your right hand over your racing heart as an aid to facilitate the heavy thuds in your chest, but it didn’t matter with everything going on you were already on edge.

“Mini, come here!” Eddie shouted after drawing back the red curtain to the adult section. You keep your eyes on the door for a few seconds, making sure no customers would be walking in while you weren’t behind the counter. You make your way back towards the cackling voice of your best friend, you draw the curtain back, your eyes scan the little area before they land on him. A devious grin graces his face, it instantly makes you swallow the last of the saliva on your tongue, leaving it dry.

“What are you over here shouting at? Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack back there!” You cry out before swatting him on the shoulder. “Yeah, well once you see this you might have the same reaction.” He snorts while simultaneously trying to dodge your swat.

Eddie holds up the tape you’re assuming was cause for his startling reaction. “Not this again.” You groan, “no, no trust me you’re gonna wanna see this.” He lets out another cackle as he places the tape into your hands. “Do you recognize anyone on that tape?” He boldly asks, studying your face as you study the erotic picture in front of you, your eyes widen as you realize who you’re looking at.

“Steve?” The tape is new and the green stickers hadn’t been placed over their exposed body parts, your eyes catch a glimpse of Steve’s dick and your face flushes as you look back up to Eddie, your voice practically caught in your throat, while you stand there in shock. “Fucking Harrington, can you believe it? He’s doing porn now!” Eddie shouts, while he shakes his head. “Should give him a call and see if they’re hiring.” You giggle at your dumb joke.

Eddie’s eyes widened at your suggestion, like a lightbulb had just went off in his head.

“Mini, you’re a fucking genius!”

Thank you for reading!

Part two

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 12 days

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Charlie: “Whhhew...! That was-”

Vaggie: “A lot?”

Charlie: “-better than expected!”

Vaggie: “No kidding. If I’d known inviting your dad here would get Alastor looking like a wet cat, I’d’ve pushed for it sooner.”

Charlie: “I’m just glad you pushed when you did.” (smooch) “Thank you. I’ve missed him.”

Vaggie: “Looks like he’s really missed you too, babe.”

Charlie: “Mm. Not enough to call, though.”

Vaggie: “Ehh, calling can be scary. Good thing you’re plenty brave.”

Charlie: “Only when you’re holding my hand!”

Vaggie: “Husk would say that’s an act of fucking bravery all on it’s own, letting yourself get grabbed by the small, mean, grumpy lady. Remind me not to help him out at the bar again ever. I think there’s vodka in my hair.”

Charlie: “I’ll try, but you know you’re gonna help anyway.” (second smooch) “Can I get a ‘you’re welcome’?”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “Charlie, I didn’t do anything.”

Charlie: “You do lots.”

Vaggie: “And thank hell Angel Dust isn’t around to hear that…”

Charlie: “I’m serious! You got me to call dad in the first place!”

Vaggie: “I just suggested it, you’re the one who did it, and you two worked things out together like a real father-daughter team.”

Charlie: “And we’re a great team too.”

Vaggie: “Well I’m definitely a pretty big fan of us. Although…. Sir Pentious and Keekee are giving us a run for our money. And the Niffty plus a lock of Lucifer’s hair combo might just have us beat.”

Charlie: “Blegh! She actually got that in the end? I thought her scissors couldn’t even cut it!”

Vaggie: “They didn’t. She used my spear.”

Charlie: “She WHAT-”

Vaggie: “And asked your dad very nicely to please take off his hat so she could trim off a piece without ruining the rest of his hair.”

Charlie: (sigh) “I guess as long as she ASKED…”

Vaggie: “D’you think her whole room is just a shrine to quote unquote bad boys?”

Charlie: “Oh don’t say that. We need to introduce her to some boybands or something.”

Vaggie: “We?”

Charlie: “Yes ‘we’, little miss likes making lesbian covers of the songs normally sung by teenage boys while you’re in the shower and think the sound of running water can in any way drown out your beautiful, heart stopping voice-”

Vaggie: “I- you- You’ve been listening!?”

Charlie: “Eeeev-er-y morning yep! Heheh~”

Vaggie: “Diablo mio… I need a drink.”

Charlie: (giggling) “To go with the vodka hair?” (nibbles Vaggie’s fringe) “Nom nom nom. Delicious~”

Vaggie: “Scratch that- clearly WE need some SLEEP.”

Charlie: “How can I sleep at all tonight, though? Vaggie- we’re gonna get a meeting with the top angels of creation! We’re gonna be on cloud nine! Literally! In HEAVEN!!”

Vaggie: “And sleep won’t be enough to prepare me for that but you definitely need it.”

Charlie: “It’s impossible! I need to SING!!!!!”

Vaggie: “You need to go shuck off those shoes and get in your ruby slippers while I put in your fav movie so we can get some rest.”

Charlie: “If you put in the Wizard of Oz you know I’m 100% gonna sing anyway right.”

Vaggie: “Yeah, but you’ll be singing in bed so you can keep watching the movie, and that’s good enough for me.”

Charlie: “I love youuuu~”

Vaggie: “Love you too sweetie. Slippers. Bed. Z’s. Now.”

Charlie: (kicks off shoes) “Ta da! There’s no place like home!"

Charlie: (clicks hooves together)

Charlie: "Heheheheh...!”

Vaggie: “I meant on the bed in your pajamas and under the actual covers- vaya, whatever. Scoot. Don’t go running off to Oz without me.”

Charlie: (snuggling vaggie in a hug instead) “I’m never going anywhere without you, Vaggie. Including heaven.”

Vaggie: (awkward laugh) “Great…”

Charlie: “Wanna know whyyyy?”

Vaggie: (smiles) “I make a great hand-holder, apparently.”

Charlie: “Yes. And, you’re home.”

Vaggie: “….yeah? I’m here? This is our room?”

Charlie: (snorting) “Vaggie-”

Vaggie: “In our hotel??”

Charlie: “Vaggie nooo- Anywhere else would be home too, with you there.”

Vaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: (deep breath)

Vaggie: “…... Charlie-”

Charlie: “You gonna press play?”

Vaggie: “-huh? Oh. Yeah.”

Charlie: (snuggling her) “This has been an amazing day. Wish every day could be like this, forever.”

Vaggie: “Yeah.” (hoarse) (curling up as close to charlie as she can) "Me too.”

-101 minutes of Oz later-

Vaggie: "Charlie?"

Charlie: "... nnnoooo..."

Vaggie: "Charlie, c'mon, at least let's get your coat off."

Charlie: "Mmrrr... mi mi mi..."

Vaggie: "You can go 'snork mi mi mi' afterwards. Work with me here, Dorothy- I can't get you settled into Oz without help."

Charlie: "Hmmheheheh... so im Dorothy..?"

Vaggie: "Definitely. You've got the ruby slippers on and everything."

Charlie: "I love that you call my hooves that~ Thats so silly. You're so silly, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "And you're already half asleep. Suspenders next, okay?"

Charlie: "Remove the suspenders... delete the suspenders..."

Vaggie: "Get your horns tangled in the suspenders somehow, wait, hold on-"

Charlie: "SUSPEND the SUSPEDERS!"

Vaggie: "Alright, good enough. That's all the annoying stuff gone anyway. You should be good like that, right?"

Charlie: "Sleeeeeepy. Snuggles?"

Vaggie: "Snuggles right after I change, give me one sec okay."

Charlie: "Mmm."

Charlie: "...vaggie."

Vaggie: "That was half a second."

Charlie: "Vaggiiiiie."

Vaggie: "I'm right over here, stop making grabby hands."

Charlie: "Vaggggiiiiiiiee...!"

Vaggie: (huffs) "Fine, fine..." (snuggles) "Not like my nightie would cover much anyway. But if we end up having to get up in the middle of the night for something exploding again, you're going out first, and I'm stealing your jacket."

Charlie: "You look good in my clothes."

Vaggie: "I look like a ten year old. The sleeves have to be rolled back to the elbow just so I have hands."

Charlie: "I like your hands..."

Vaggie: "Thanks." (kiss) "Go to sleep, Charlie."

Charlie: "Wait- heheheh- wait, Vaggie-"

Vaggie: "What?"

Charlie: "Vaggie, Vaggieeee~!"

Vaggie: "Giggling into my boobs isn't helping me understand what you're saying, babe."

Charlie: "Vaggie. If I'm Dorothy, and youuuu are GAY, then.."

Vaggie: "Little scared to see where this is going, not gonna lie."

Charlie: "Does that make-" (snickers) "Does that make you a girlfriend of Dorothy's?"

Vaggie: "............."

Charlie: "Vaggie~?"

Vaggie: "...Charlie. Please."

Vaggie: "Go the fuck to sleep."

Charlie: "HEH!"

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #incorrect quotes #very silly nonsense #post-stress charlie vibrating and then melting like jello left out at a picnic table on a hot summer day #vaggie trying not to think about what comes next #snuggles #charlie would love the wizard of oz movie fight me

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selfindulgentramblings · 8 months

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"In His Eyes"

| markiplier x fem!reader

warnings: none

rating: fluff

word count: 711

notes: this is just a silly cliché scenario but its cute af so i wrote it anyways. i’m super happy with it and i hope it makes you smile :)

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Mark ran his hands through his hair, exhaling as he leaned back in his desk chair. He closed down the game he had just finished playing and shut off his computer. He had finished his work early, which doesn't happen often. Striding down the hall, he huffed as he shook his hair out of his eyes unsuccessfully. He tried to remember what you’d told him you were doing today. Something about errands, but he wasn’t exactly sure. He was really hoping to spend some extra time with you.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he reached the top of the stairs, music floating into his ears. He stilled, as he listened carefully to the sounds coming from below; you were singing. Loudly. A smile crept onto his face, and he walked slowly down the stairs, being mindful to not make a single noise, in fear of disrupting the moment.

His smile turned into a grin as he took in the sight in front of him. There you were, in all your glory, dancing around the kitchen. You had headphones over your ears, and your eyes were shut. You were still singing along, and he was now sure it was a Taylor Swift song, or something of that sort. You knew every word. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing at the adorable the scene in front of him. You spun around, lost in the moment. He could've sworn you were an angel, or maybe a deity of some kind. You were perfect. He was truly mesmerized by you, glued in place, staring as your energy lit up the room. After years, you still somehow managed to set butterflies loose in his stomach and cause his heart to want to jump out of his chest and into your arms.

You were really getting into it now, jumping up and down and holding your invisible microphone. He nearly melted right there, just seeing your sweet, blissful smile. You whipped around, and in a big showy fashion, belted out the finale; opening your eyes to find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend, who was leaning against the doorframe, laughing softly to himself. You all but threw your headphones off of your ears, gaping at Mark as he continues to smile at your antics. Your face grew hot, crimson creeping its way across your cheeks and down your neck.

"How long have you been, uh... here?" you asked sheepishly, cringing as you felt your already red face turn a deeper shade.

"Cruel Summer, right?" he teased, chuckling softly and shaking his head. "Your performance was pretty amazing. Maybe you should ask Taylor if you can join the tour."

"Oh, fuck off."

"You could probably start your own tour, actually. Give her a run for her money," he continued, a smug grin plastered on his face.

"I can't believe you saw that," you said, a nervous smile landing on your pink cheeks. You just as quickly covered it up, burying your head in your hands. "I can't believe that just happened."

"You're adorable," he mused.

"And you're impossible," you shot, trying (and failing) to cover up the extreme amount of embarrassment that had sank into your gut.

"I'm serious, you are! You never fail to make me smile, even when you don't know it. I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he said softly, moving to gently hold your shoulders.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," you said, staring at the ground, a smile making its way onto your face all the same. Mark tilted your chin up with his index finger, gazing lovingly down at you.

"Is it working?" he crooned.

"Maybe," you mumbled, leaning into his touch.

"Good, you'll need your confidence back when you're on that world tour," he said, dodging as you went to playfully hit his shoulder.

"You are truly unbelievable, Mark," you laughed. Abruptly, he swooped down and kissed you, catching you off guard. But before you could react, he pulled away just as swiftly.

"I know," he said smugly, turning on his heel and disappearing up the stairs. You heard him snickering to himself, not bothering to be quiet about it.

You couldn't do anything but smile and shake your head. You were so in love with him, it was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as him.

#markiplier x reader #markiplier #markiplier imagines #mark fischbach x reader #mark fischbach #fluff #comfort

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TCM headcanons I have that no one asked for:

Pre-Nam Chop Top works at a record store to bring in some money for the family. Absolutely enjoys his job.

Johnny totally loves rock and metal. Chop Top has gifted him many records of his favs since he works at a record store. Definitely something Johnny looks forward to when it’s his birthday or Christmas

Speaking of which, Johnny enjoys music ranging from Metallica, Megadeth, Exodus, Misfits, etc. to Entombed, Death, Bathory, etc.

But who he dearly holds to his heart is Ted Nugent.

Would absolutely slobber all over Ted Nugent’s dick. Like serious super-fan of Ted Nugent.

Chop Top and Nubbins would totally adore The Garden.

What more could you ask for? Two twins who make some good ass music and dress up, Nubbins and Chop Top resonate with that.

Will beg Sissy and Bubba to do their makeup like Wyatt and Fletcher. Doesn’t matter the look, they want it on their face!

They all have fun doing this and they will sing their bad covers of their songs.

Johnny would get sad listening to Superheaven, but he is addicted to them. No bad songs, he loves them.

Drayton has a thing for Jim Morrison. Come on baby, light his fire!

No one needs to know this detail about him, they would never let him live it down.

Sissy sees a sister-like relationship in Bubba more than a brotherly relationship. She will go to him for her problems and complaints that would fall on deaf ears to the rest of her family.

Sissy would love it if Johnny could secure a girlfriend, but he would rather use them and dump them in a ditch.

They have gotten into many fights over this, Sissy just wants another woman in the house besides Nancy’s old ass!

But Bubba will suffice until that day comes.

Speaking of Bubba, he loves to play games!

Gets the family together for Just Dance, but it mostly ends in Johnny opting out and the twins being mean and fighting during Just Dance.

Makes Bubba cry, all he wanted was to spend quality time.

Johnny feels bad and will absolutely bust his ass to Cotton Eye Joe to make Bubba laugh.

Surprisingly a good dancer, it is weird.

Mario Party is CHAOTIC.

Ends in Johnny strangling Chop Top and Nubbins trying to get Johnny off of him.

Chop Top talks too much shit. He is the king of Shit Talking.

Sissy will laugh her ass off while Bubba gets super worried.

Drayton threatens to take their game away if they don't quiet down.

If Johnny was not batshit crazy, he and Leland would totally do the Cotton Eye Joe dance at a party.

Like two Western men.

They would make every heart swoon, on some real shit.

They would be an iconic, powerful duo. Lets be honest here, they would be unstoppable.

Too bad Johnny is too far gone to even be normal lmao.

Chop Top and Sissy smoke weed together and will talk about life. It's their way of escaping.

Drayton has caught them before but he lets them be. They all have their own ways of escaping their minds.

Drayton has totally used the devil's lettuce himself when he was younger, so he knows he can’t condemn them.

Will still act irritated about it.

Cant forget about Nubbins!

Kid is hyper, absolutely fucking haywire that even Chop Top can’t keep up sometimes.

Used to be self conscious of his birth mark when he was more self aware, but as he started to lose his sanity, he stopped caring.

Has tried to cover it up with makeup but none of the foundation will cover it up well enough.

Very impulsive and will forget tasks if he’s in the middle of something.

Let’s just say he was making himself a sandwich and Drayton asks for him to check the traps, he would forget about his sandwich the entire day until Johnny or Drayton complained that he wasted food.

He cant help it! He forgot!

Bubba makes sure that no harm falls upon the barn cats. He loves them! Would cry for months if one of them were to die.

Has tried to keep kittens in the house but Nancy scolded him for it.

However, when it’s really cold in the winter, he will sneak a few inside in the basement.

Him and Sissy will name them too!

Johnny has named a few too, but they were mainly after musicians like Ozzy, Dio, Ted, etc.

His favorite cat would have to be Ozzy. Total cuddle bug and mischievous little bastard.

He sneaks Ozzy in every night and they sleep together. He can’t go to sleep without Ozzy.

Sometimes will invite Dio and Ted but they tend to fight.

Sissy has a pretty, fluffy white cat named Belle. She sneaks her in as well at night to sleep.

If Bubba could, he would collect all the cats and keep them in the house.

Nubbins was extremely confused as to why they were so fond of the cats but he never made any advances to hurt them.

It just confused him.

He didn’t hate animals, he was just used to them being dead.

Johnny adores one of their Jersey cows named Daisy. Spends time with her and plays ball with her in the pasture.

Nubbins has caught Johnny asleep on Daisy and snapped a picture which woke Johnny up.

Cue a lot of screaming and Johnny trying to catch Nubbins to destroy the photo.

But Nubbins was still able to keep it. He thinks it’s a nice photo, Johnny looks at peace.

Alright I think that’s enough for now lol. There will probably be a pt.2 in the future when i have more ideas but that’s it for now

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #slashers #horror #tcm johnny #tcm bubba #sissy sawyer #slasher community #slasher fandom

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Felt like I had to bring this back

Please forgive me @juliapark13 for hijacking your post, but I just had to, it being the perfect example of not only how stupid people are, but also of how there is no problem for people to make assumptions as to the members sexuality when it's about assuming they are straight. It only works in one direction though.

This ask:

And this post linked:

Because, I too feel for either of their non existent girl friends, former (past 7 years), present or future.

With all the noise about the word girl maybe or maybe not being in a snippet of a maybe JK song on his maybe album, I thought it fitting to bring a few posts back.

All part of my hardcore expose proving once and for all that, you guessed right, JK ain't gay.

RB - the Jikook conversation transcript.

Hickey-gate.

It's true. They have been covering for each other for years.

JK ain't gay pt. 1

JK ain't gay pt. 2

JK ain't gay pt. 3

JK ain't gay pt. 2 of pt. 3

And if talking about the gf...

I'm guessing that now with this shit circulating it's time for a part 4 of this expose then, right? I mean the word girl in lyrics to his song (maybe). That would surely mean he's straight, right? Cause Ricky Martin is 100% straight, always was.

Wait, he's not?

But surely he was when he was singing:

"Woke up in New York City

In a funky cheap hotel

She took my heart, and she took my money"

No?

Shite.

Could it possibly be that a queer artist sing a song with lyrics that have zero to do with his own personal life? Could it be?

Could a queer artist create art (song, dance, paintings, acting etc.) that has nothing to do with his sexual orientation?

And now I'm being dead serious. This is total bull. Of course queer artists create art that is not necessarily personal. Queer singers singing songs about loving women, queer actors playing roles being in love with a woman all while they are gay. Queer artists painting women.

Now about this song snippet specifically:

We don't know if this is an actual song or perhaps a guide song.

We don't know what he is actually saying there (I've literally heard so many different versions of it, some with girl some without).

We don't know the full lyrics of this specific song.

We don't know if this song is on his album.

We don't know what this album consists of, how many songs, how personal it is as a whole, who wrote the lyrics to some or all of his songs.

We just don't know.

If the song or songs on his album have female pronouns and talk about love and attraction to females, and if JK tells us the album and all songs on it are personal to him, only then will people be able to come around to our blogs and claim some sort of proof that JK might be interested in women.

But does that rule out him being queer?

Heck no. Cause you know, bisexual is a thing. Pansexual too.

But there is no talking to these people. When you are a brainless moron it's hard to understand that love is love is love. You also can't possibly see what these two have been up to for the past 7 years or so. You can't see, you can't hear everything they've showed us, told us. What a kick in their gut it was when JK came live in the past couple of months with JM on the mind. And what a kick in the gut it will be for them if we have a Letter like song on his album. Here's hoping. Yes, that's me being as petty as fuck.

#Jikook #Kookmin #minkook #Jungkook #JK #Jimin #JM

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rocknrollsalad · 5 months

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STWG Daily Prompt (Dec 10) - Your favorite song

🚙 characters/pairings: stargyle

💨 Argyle thinks he knows what Steve's favorite song is and tries to woo him a bit with it.

📻 content/trigger warnings: weed use, implied sexual activities, mentions of the torture steve went through

🎵 word count: 1034

Argyle’s pizza van idles in a parking place. Every night this week he’d come to pick Steve up from work. It was an odd role reversal and Steve struggled to accept it the first few nights. More so the first night since it meant leaving his car but they got it worked out. Now it was, well, it was still more than Steve felt he deserved but he’d stopped saying that.

Something was different tonight, though. Steve ran through all the problems there could have been. Argyle blew through his gas money and now didn’t have enough to get all the way home to some major problem with one of their friends and Argyle didn’t know how to break the news. The latter was what Steve’s brain latched on to, naturally, and pressed it further. Robin wasn’t okay, he needed to get home.

Urgency built in Steve that Argyle didn’t share. He sat there in the driver’s seat, one leg tucked in, and turned toward Steve. Rather than looking panicked or heartbroken, Argyle looked like a child. Bright-eyed, trying not to smile and struggling to sit still. So Steve focused on that. Nothing was going on, everything was fine, and everyone was safe. Argyle’s not a good enough actor for anything else.

Still, the anxiety sat in the back of Steve’s chest. It never truly went away, just became manageable. To keep it at bay, Steve leaned on the armrest and stretched himself across the space between the seats to steal a kiss…and the joint while Argyle’s defenses were down. Both worked with very little protest.

Holding the smoke in, Steve tried to let everything else fall away. The anxiety over being in the parking lot when they should be halfway home, the stress of eight hours in retail, and all the what-ifs and never-going-to-happen scenarios he’d cooked up. They all needed to go and as the song switched to Duran Duran, Steve coughed out the breath he held too long.

As Steve coughed and tried to find his breath, Argyle laughed and took back custody of the joint. He cracked jokes and Steve flipped him off. Another perk in whatever this was he and Argyle had found. Rarely was anything serious. Obviously, there was a time and place but for the most part, they got to laugh, have fun, and mock each other. Steve’s love languages.

Fully recovered and unable to keep quiet, Steve asked “Why are we still sitting here? I mean, not that it’s not fun. We’ve almost got the windows fully fogged up but…what is happening?”

“Just wait a minute more. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Well, that didn’t sound like something they’d want the windows fogged up for. Steve shifted in his seat again, desperate to find some way to sit that would make this all make sense.

As the song ended, Argyle’s feet dropped to the floor. He’d been all over that seat today, Steve was half tempted to offer to drive.

“Our next song goes out to Steve…” the DJ started.

“Finally!” Argyle said, flinging back against the window.

“…you’ve got a secret admirer out there who wanted you to hear your favorite song tonight in hopes you were thinking of her.”

“Her?” Steve asked the DJ, almost confused at who could be responsible. One look at the proud man beside him said that “her” was very much an assumed pronoun or a cover story.

There was a dopey grin growing on Argyle’s face as Bonnie Tyler started singing “Every now and then I get a little bit lonely…”

Argyle reached out and twisted the dial, turning what was background noise into the main feature, waiting eagerly to hear Steve’s thoughts.

“Is this my favorite song?” he asked innocently.

It was the wrong question. Argyle deflated back in his seat. “You and Robin sing this all the time. No one can say the words ‘turn around’ without you two singing something. It makes you so happy, I thought you just really loved the song.”

“It’s because,” Steve didn’t know how to finish that.

How did he explain that it was once a joke at someone else’s expense that had taken on a life of its own? Argyle certainly wasn’t the type to mock someone’s singing voice. He’d find something good to say. To avoid that Steve could make it worse. He could play the sympathy card and talk about the bonding moments between him and Robin and what led them to that song. Things they try not to think about and cover with jokes. No answer is great.

Steve still has to try something. “It’s a long-running joke between the two of us. Something that sprouted legs and, obviously, we lean on it a little too much.”

“So it’s not your favorite song?”

With a sigh, Steve tries his best to look apologetic. “No, it’s not a bad song, though.”

Argyle sat with the news for a minute before nodding with newfound purpose. “Alright, I’ll find your favorite song then! And get the radio guy to figure out how to tell time better.”

“What?”

“I told him you got off work at seven so he needed to play it at 7:05. Not 7:22.”

Weirdly, Steve relates. The trying so hard and thinking he’s on to something, only to be wrong. The song, the timing, it all fell apart but the effort was more than anyone had ever put into Steve. Not to mention, Argyle didn’t ask what his favorite song actually was. He declared he’d figure it out. He wanted to learn not to be told and while Steve wants to start dropping very obvious hints, he also wants to guard the information and make him really work for it.

The song ends and a guy called Wallace gets the next dedication. Some Adam and the Ants shit for his tenth wedding anniversary, giving Steve this small hope that in ten years they’ll be sitting in a parking lot much like this, waiting to hear some song that isn’t his favorite but means something to THEM. Not him and Robin, not the party, but him and Argyle.

For now, they’ll take advantage of the extra room in the van and the already fogged up windows.

#hey everyone come see what i wrote now #stwgdailyprompt #stargyle

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Eurovision 2023 PRESHOW - part 1: the BAD entries

Okay, so here we go.

37 Countries, and sadly not as much time as I would like to cover all of them.

Thus, 37 rambly write ups in which i loquaciously air my gripes and grievances about the upcoming famewhores / artists competing at the 2023 Eurovision Song Contest.

There will be no holds barred and no prisoners taken. This year is trashy, some of it shit, but a lot of it is more fun than last year’s Rulll Musique!! 🙂

In this post we’ll deal with the BAD ENTRIES so we get them out of the way and you know who to hold in contempt for the next two months.

Without further ado, in last place we have:

37. GREECE Victor Vernicos - “What they say” Semifinal 2, slot #08

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There’s quite a bit of subparness in this mix, but nothing is quite as tragic as this miscarriage of a song. It’s already bad enough that you have to rig an internal selection. It’s embarrassing to rig it for this absolute garbage. Was the scandi money worth the price of your top 10 streak, ERT? Was it really?!

Okay, so first and foremost “What they say” has some of the worst chord progression at this contest. Overproduced, obnoxious, cloying and abrasive, all at the same time. Its general cadence is that of an American driving in shift-stick gear. Why does it constantly interrupt itself? Is this supposed to create dramatic pauses where we can figure out what words he’s supposed to have said?

Secondly, the fucking CURSED singing. I don’t care how good of a vocal talent you are, but if you twist your words like marble-mouthed goober into intelligibility such as “assholes make joy no one loses their whey” you’ve fucked up. WHY do the indie zoomer cunts insist on engaging in this tomfoolery? Do they think it gives them a personality and makes them relevant?

Thirdly,

“Cuz u no wud dey seh?

” THEY SAY, *WHAT*?!

The message. The older I get, the fewer fucks I am willing to spare yet another mewling milktoother whining about “how fucked up the world is, it’s too late for me”. Yet, here we are, “a lost soul” (sorry, “asshole”) and “hurt one” (sorry, “huyt wun”) who solemny declares for nobody but himself his precious little feelings are hurt and thus his life is over.

:inhales:

YOU ARE SIXTEEN!!! 😤😤😤😤

HOW CAN YOU SAY YOUR LIFE IS OVER, YOU’RE FUCKING SIXTEEN!!!!

this is like when Sebastian Rejman and Elliot Vassamillet implied that they would ACTUALLY HAVE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS about how bad a place the world is, when in reality they’re so fucking white upper middle class their privilege ALONE enabled them to bore us with soapbox preaching. Even if we don’t assume this isn’t some self-aggrandising hyperbole - having a cause to live and die for is great mate, but if you’re really going down that rabbit hole of “it being too late” at that point in your life, take a step back, get some professional counselling and don’t go to Eurovision, where you get shredded apart by fat frumpy arseholes like me!

Odds at Eurovision - Greece

I’m inclined to say this gets through, because it IS Greece and good lord Denmark is also voting for this, aren’t they? Like unironically even WITHOUT taking the fact that he’s half a Dane (X___X) into account.

And yet... I will point out that when Argo and Yianna NQ’d, Greece were performing in the same semifinal as Cyprus. 🙂

Besides, “What they say” is so ROTTED that I could absolutely see it receive votes from just Cyprus and Denmark and then nothing from any other country, dooming it to NQ purgaory. I would feel more confident if (1) we knew how Victor’s live performance skills are (given that he has no experience, i’m willing to guess they’re not very good) (2) Cyprus were actually much, much better than Greece, so they could deliver the killing blow by hoovering up the Hellene vote. Sadly, Cyprus picked Andrew Lambrou. (more on *that* soon.) if Victor does go through, I think he’s a serious contender for last place in the finale. 🙂

Qualifier Tier: C Predicted placement: 8-14th (semi), 20-26th (Grand Final)

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36. ISRAEL Noa Kirel - “Unicorn” Semi 1, slot #10

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Remember when Starbucks pioneered Unicorn Lattes, which were the saccharine multicolour abominations the zoomers pretended to like because they were in vogue? That’s the first thing I think about whenever Noa Kirel springs to mind. 🙂

The Fandom’s tastes have reached a new low if ANY woman with ANY even remotely uptempo song can be deemed “a slay” because of her gender, privilege and money. Like seriously. Europe selects a few straight male acts (none of which are honestly *bad*) in a row and the fan bubble IMMEDIATELY -out of what I assume has to be a combination of Stockholm Syndrome and latent misandry- imprint onto the first woman they see and crown her a queen without second thoughts.

Like yeah, sure Unicorn is phenomen-phemonen phenominally bad. Like on several levels? Unicorn is actually not offensive because it’s pandering and annoying (although it is very much is both of those things), but because it’s so fucking BORING and it has no excuse to be that way.

Unicorn is a wash of different styles, none of which go together btw, all of which tap into the lowest and commonest of denominators. Its scuffed parts are equally far away from “slay”. The worst offender is the dance break at the end that does NOT suit the rest of the song, drawn inspiration from Efendi’s MATA HARI (honestly how doesn’t Israel just crawl under a rock in SHAME after doing that).

BUT THE POWER OF A YOO-KNEE-CAWN!!! whatever the fuck that means.

What also gets to me is that, despite the superficial shittiness of the catchphrases and buzzwords and fucking STUPID hand gestures, Israel also seem to not only expect the fandom to support them, but act like they’re entitled to it.

What you are entitled to Israel, is a big fat:

If there’s one act this year that has ZERO rights to be arrogant, it’s this one.

ODDS AT EUROVISION - ISRAEL

I’m going to be very brief here: this is bottom five in the grand final. We all know, deep down that Unicorn will fail to impress and everyone will simultaneously come to the conclusion that it’s really fucking shit, and it’ll strand itself in an obsequious 23rd place. End of story. Not wasting any more time on that.

It will qualify though. In a semi with more songs, and also more competitive songs in general, it would struggle to stand out and be on the cusp of qualification. This year though... Israel only need to beat five others, and three of those include Ireland, Azerbaijan and Netherlands, so... it’s through. Someone else will be that semi’s shock NQ.

Qualifier tier: B- Predicted Placement: 8th-10th (semi), 21st-25th (Grand Final)

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35. CROATIA Let 3 - “Mama ŠČ!” Semifinal 1, slot #07

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Imagine being subjected to that and having zero reaction to that whatsoever. If you can imagine that, welcome to my world! 😑

Yeah so, I can sort of respect the logic behind choosing Let 3 - Dora reached an all-time low with no real options (Harmonia Dissonance fully lived up to their name 😔) and Let 3 are a well-known and very well-established Shock Value Novelty Band, so might as well go for it!

The problem is that they’re fucking shit! 🙂

Like, “Mama ŠČ!” is the sort of nihilistic novelty nonsense i’d expect a Montenegro or San Marino to go for and, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed over the years, but I generally don’t care about the tomfoolery those countries send? I’d rather have something vapid that is pleasant to listen to, than something humourous but barely listenable.

Also, the humour. I understand some people find Let 3 funny. I don’t. At all. I think the problem is largely that “Mama ŠČ!” tries to go for Shock Value, but I find none of it particularly shocking? Dressing up a pasty white man as Lenin throwing missiles while yelling CROCODILE PSYCHOPATH isn’t particularly witty and -given the *actual missile throwing* going on in ukraine right now- kinda poor in taste?

I dunno. As you can tell, I respect Croatia MORE than Israel and Greece, because their entry isn’t just a safe attempt at qualification that will cruise to a bottom ten finish. It actually has a clear concept and identity! Sadly that doesn’t take away that it’s actually just kinda crap really. 😐

ODDS AT EUROVISION - CROATIA

This is the first of many entries in this year with an absurdly wide range in terms of where it can finish at the scoreboard.

So first off, there IS a chance the humor just doesn’t land and it NQ’s anyway. Given that the field in the first semi is what it is, I’m tempted to say that, like Israel, Croatia are through by default and perhaps more securely.

However unlike Israel, I could see this getting a good chunk of televotes, and I’m not sure whether I like this? Let 3 unironically remind me of two other godawful novelty entries (So Lucky and We Are The Winners) and I despise the idea of Croatia getting similar traction in a televote. This year generally has a lot of fun trash on offer, and it can do much better than this.

Still, I do think there’s a certain *appeal* for this, in the same sense there was a market for Ikke fucking Hüftgold. It could be a shock top 10! it could also just be ignored by everyone for being shit and annoying and get last in the finale. 🤷‍♀️

Qualifier tier: B Projected placement: 5th-12th (Semi), 13th-20th (Grand Final)

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34. SWITZERLAND Remo Forrer - “Watergun” Semi 1, slot #08

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I present to you: exhibit #1 to why i’m pleased juries are banned from the semi’s. 🙂 and of course the proof comes courtesy of Shitzerland.

So let’s get the USP out of the way first: Remo is a twink with a baritone’s voice aren’t you AMAZED?! Not really? Like he’s got a good voice but that’s not what I watch Eurovision for. I don’t admire people just because they’re competent at the things they’re supposed to be good at in the first place. (Well I don’t admire other people in general, period.) Sadly, Remo’s vocal chops are the only positive thing about “Watergun”!

To be fair I’m -at this stage at least- more bored than i’m annoyed, but the more I think about it, the more i realize that ‘Watergun” is rancid and deserves to be placed amongst the other bad entries. It really just is an uninspired, empty, bland-as-béchamel Voice Lauriate’s First Power Ballad Single, and honestly does anyone care about these? Nobody had a care when Will Church and Atle Pettersen sang their boring songs in a competent, powerful voice, and likewise nobody cares about Remo :-)

You will also notice that I’m not even addressing the, ah, very interesting choice of going with those lyrics and that message, at this point in time. I’m not going to indulge in that... yet. Such is the price of being EVIL on purpose. 🙂

Odds at Eurovision - SWITZERLAND

I REALLY want to believe in twink death, but good grief, look at semi 1. There are only five NQs, and more than five unvotable songs in it.

Rationally, Switzerland are less secure than most because -again- the televote did NOT turn up for Will Church or Atle Pettersen, but i’m not feeling as confident as I’d like. There are other countries in that semi which are equally hopeless or potentially even more of a televote repellent, so I guess by *default* Shitz could sneak in in like... 9th-10th?

As far as who would pick up their phone and vote for this, I honestly don’t have a clue. Cat ladies? Old Farts? Guillible fools? Idk. Certainly nobody with a will to live their best life. Like Victor, Remo is also an unironic contender for a bottom placement in the finale. Unlike Greece though, the path Remo will follow towards the bottom will involve him receiving several smaller jury votes, with another 0 from the televote as the coup de grâce.

Qualifier tier: C Projected Placement: 9th-14th (Semi), 19th-26th (Grand Final)

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NEXT UP: The mediocrities that I sorta pity and hold in contempt, but don’t have a particular dislike for. 🙂

#Eurovision 2023 #ESC 2023 #Liverpool 2023 #Preshow Ranking #BorisBubbles #Croatia #Let 3 #Mama SC!#Israel #Noa Kirel #Unicorn #Greece #Victor Vernicos #What They Say #Switzerland #Remo Forrer #Watergun

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from-memphis-with-love · 1 year

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Synopsis: It's 1966. Elvis and Frannie are laying in bed and he pours his heart out to her about his mismanaged movie career. She comforts and encourages him. This will be incorporated into a later chapter of my fic, Gambling on Your Love. Enjoy!

“Wait, you’re serious? Parker takes fifty percent of everything you earn?”

Elvis is silent, but his nod speaks louder than words.

“Elvis, that’s robbery. Nobody’s manager takes fifty percent. He’s robbing you blind!” Frannie sits up in bed, covering herself with the blanket. “And he’s got you tied to a picture contract four years in advance? And you can’t give final say for scripts or storyline or anything else? If my manager did that to me, I’d kick him right in the ass and send him packing!” She is practically beside herself now, her arms crossed in indignation at the thought of him being exploited.

Elvis slinks lower into the blankets. “Yes,” he responds faintly as a whisper. “That’s how it is.” He takes a deep breath, “Y’know, there are some things I really wanna do. I want to be in a serious film. I want to make a classic film that people will remember. Sometimes I get violently ill thinking about the things they got me doin’. People don’t think I care, but I do. I care. I care,” he winces.

“So do it.”

The advice couldn’t have been simpler. Just do it.

Deep down, Elvis knows he’s a cash cow for so many that he can hardly think about himself, even to his detriment. As a good Southern boy, he never ever allowed himself to, not even back in 1954 when his star was starting to rise. Elvis has always put the others around him first.

I’ve got responsibilities, he tells himself. I’ve got people—hell, family—on payroll. Is it any wonder then, that he swallows his pride and lowers himself time and time again for the bottom-of-the-barrel projects Parker scrounges up? The kinds of things that not even a lesser star, let alone Elvis Presley should be doing?

He wishes with every fiber of his being that he could just fire the leech. But Parker, for all his carny faults, was there when Elvis was just a pup. He'd guided him, molded him, made him into the man he is today, including all of his riches and privileges. A man made of far sterner stuff, Parker took care of Elvis when his own blasted father couldn't. Elvis feels loyal to Parker and has given him his word, even though he sees more than anyone else that Parker's choices are tanking his career. This puts Elvis in an untenable position, for being at heart just a poor kid from Mississippi, loyalty is everything. And God, he's afraid. He's terrified that if he doesn't keep working somehow, all of it will disappear. He'll have to go back to driving a truck and everyone in his orbit will be destitute. The stress is unbearable.

"I have obligations and upkeep and maintenance, and everyone turns to me with their goddamn mouths open and hands out and eyes expectant," he growls.

Everybody except Frannie.

Elvis looks at her and his expression immediately softens for a moment. She has her own money and career and she's never asked a single thing of him except his love. And for that, he is eternally grateful.

In her bitingly direct New York way, Francesca Ferrara was the first person ever to give him the permission to be selfish. Now, her stark advice cuts through his fog like a knife and he sits up next to her, practically rumbling as his anger returns.

“I’ve had enough of these bullshit movies. If it’s got me singing in it, I don’t wanna do it anymore. I’m not who Hollywood thinks I am!” Elvis’ voice grows bolder. And Frannie knows it’s true. Her Elvis is an introspective person… soul-searching, even. A man who is surprisingly deep, thoughtful, and intelligent beyond his high school education. Frannie knows him to be gentle and kind and curious about the world. She smiles at the thought of the man she loves one day showing the world who he really is, testing his mettle with a meaty script or even playing to crowds abroad.

Elvis’ hands ball into fists of rage. “A-a-and I wanna go back to touring, especially outside the country. I miss going out and seeing the people. I miss making music I care about. I miss being on stage and connecting and moving and doing what I want to do. I’m sick of singing to turtles. Man, that shit is beneath me!”

Frannie can see the excitement building in his eyes, the hope flashing through them. It exhilarates her to see him this way, seeing him take front seat in his career for the first time in years, knowing that she's not the only one who believes in him—that he's finally starting to believe in himself, too.

“It is,” she adds, her voice a calming presence as she gently touches his arm. The thought of the world wearing him down makes her heart ache. She wants to care for him so badly. To just miniaturize him and carry him around with her all day to shield him from all harm and hurt.

“Elvis, you have the talent to do whatever you set your mind to,” she cards her fingers through his tousled hair, “So why don’t you go out and do it?”

#elvis x oc #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley x oc #elvis presley fic #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis aaron presley #elvis fic

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GMMTV is really doubling down on dudes that are very mildly talented with GMMTV Musicon. The trailer for the thing is taking itself very seriously.

This is no offense to any of the lads included in the thing. They are all lovely for the most part, and they're fine, just not especially talented enough for like, "Hey let's have a concert."

This is two fold here.

GMMTV could just have a fan meet with some singing as usual, and that would be fine.

The main issue I see here is that they have SIZZY, which while not my cup of tea, are actually really talented. They get no love from GMMTV, which is ridiculous because girl groups are so popular right now and they have the talent to get somewhat big.

Alas, misogyny in the management structure is preventing this and it's sad. We're lucky we got GAP. These mediocre men are getting an unnecessary career boost.

If you held a taser to me and asked me who out of the GMMTV stable of lads has real talent and potential when it comes to singing:

Book

Earth

Mix

That's about it. Even Khaotung — his voice is beautiful, but his range is v v small. Everyone else has an even more limited range that they can cover and has to sing songs that are written to their strengths.

Book is probably the most talented out of the bunch (listen to A Boss and A Babe OST, that's a technically difficult song), followed by Earth (his part in The Moon Represents My Heart is very good). Mix was in the same boy band as Book.

Supposedly Louis can sing really well, but I can't find solo live stuff, but he's another possibility. His cover of PS5 is legit, but you can't tell when things are recorded. (I really like him and would love to see him get more acting work, as an aside. He was fun in Midnight Motel.)

These are my thoughts from listening to their OSTs, listening to them sing ad hoc, and knowing my music stuff.

So, GMMTV, no matter how much I love the stuff you do for BL, this just sucks. These lads already have a hell of a career. They don't need this. You'll make money from it, but if you promoted SIZZY, and had been this entire time, you'd have a huge cash cow. Thai girls would have Thai women to look up to, how neat would that be?

At least the KPWT wasn't serious about itself at all. It wasn't out to make a music career for anyone. Jeff already had his. Ping's band is getting a boost, but again, they already had their fans. Pong might be getting work? Bas got some exposure, but still. None of these guys are using it like that. It was just great fun and hard work with their best friends, not solo acts.

I'm not here to fight over my opinions on talent. I love the GMMTV lads, I just honestly don't think they're gifted musicians. There's no shame in that. Not everyone can be a multi-talented artist. It's just as amazing to be just a great actor.

Anyhow. That's my 2 Kongbucks.

#gmmtv #sizzy #nanon korapat #krist perawat #perth tanapon #phuwin tangsakyuen #joong archen #gemini norawit #gawin caskey #Lykn #ployphach phatchatorn #jane ramida #ciize apichaya #aye sarunchana

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Your Voice was All I Heard

Date: 17 October, 2023 Featuring: @drrutherford

Yvonne stared down at her phone and the Instagram post ready to be posted, her teeth biting gently into her lip. Now that almost three months had passed in her relationship with Félix they'd decided to make things official. And that their public debut would be at the Halloween parties. The thought of the public and her family finding out she’d kept her new relationship under wraps for almost three months didn’t scare her….except for one.

Glancing down at the post once more, she saved it as a draft before opening up her contacts and dialing one number in particular and a pit of nervousness settled in her stomach as her brother answered her call.

“Hey, Gid. I have some news I wanted to share with you before it goes public.”

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After putting in a reluctant appearance to yet another London social last night, and having been foiled from making an eager exit, Gideon Rutherford is groggy and ill-tempered at the first arching lance of sun to meet his bedroom window that morning.

It heralds a poor start to any conversation, no matter how automatically he reaches for his phone when Yvonne's unmistakable ringtone begins to sing its first few notes. The foreboding feeling sinking like a stone in his stomach upon hearing her greeting, doesn't help matters much either.

Great, he thinks, at least she's getting straight to the point.

"Why does this sound suspiciously like 'you're going to hate this but there's nothing you can do about it, especially now that I'm giving you fair warning'?"

~~~~~~~~

The pit currently making itself at home in her stomach only intensified once Gideon answered. As much as she hated it, he was dead on the money with his assessment and the reason she was giving him the fair warning instead of letting him find out from Instagram. She started pacing around the room in a fruitless attempt to burn off some nervous energy as she continued on without answering the question.

"I'm seeing someone. Félix Rodriguez."

She rushed through the words before she could give herself a chance to chicken out and braced herself for Gideon's response.

♜

If he was in any parts groggy a few seconds ago, he isn't now, not when that name drops off her tongue; spoken so fast he might've otherwise missed it. He's swiftly on alert, throwing the covers off his legs as he pulls himself out of bed.

"Someone?... Fuck, Yvie - that isn't just 'someone'." The eldest brother points out, marching over to the window in order to draw the curtains shut. "And what do you mean 'seeing'?... As in, more than once?" How many times had she 'seen' Rodriguez in a manner that wasn't confined to the safe distance of a newspaper or a tv screen?... And when exactly had it started?... He feels the beginnings of a headache pounding at his temples as he turns on his heel and heads for the ensuite.

♜

Yvonne took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut to ground herself as Gideon spoke. His reaction was exactly what she’d expected, but still a small part of the back of her brain hoped that his reaction would be a little less….intense. Though, she had to admit that he was right. Félix Rodriguez wasn’t just ‘someone’, not when he was currently one of the frontrunners in the election.

“I mean, we’re dating. In a relationship. Serious about each other. So yeah, a lot more than once.” Technically the words ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ were the right ones to describe her situation, but something felt juvenile about using them. Especially to describe a middle aged man….Which was where she was expecting the majority of Gideon’s objections to arise. She continued pacing through her room, and a part of her wished Félix was there, but she had a sneaking suspicion that would just make things worse than if she handled this alone.

♜

“Serious about each other.” He echoes the words carefully, mouth tasting of chalk. How had it snowballed so fast?... It still feels like yesterday, the first time Yvonne had mentioned him. “Serious about each other, and you only thought to mention it now?"

There’s a part of him that can’t blame her. That knows exactly how difficult it is to air such sensitive matters to the family, especially when their own comes with such a vast array of differing opinions - not all of them wanted. At least, not all the time. It’s why he’d delayed telling them about Amélie, even as a man approaching his forties.

But that's just the thing. He’s a man approaching his forties, his little sister is over a decade younger, and yet Felix Rodriguez is much, much older than even Gideon. He can't pretend he doesn't worry about the imbalance, even if he knows Yvonne won't thank him for it. "Yvie..." The tender warning trickles into his tone, trying to soften the blow of his disapproval. "I don't think this is a good idea. In fact, whose was it?"

♜

Yvonne snorted before she could help herself. As if Gideon didn't know that this entire conversation was the reason she put off telling him until the last minute. She knew her brother well enough to know that their initial proposition wasn't something he'd approve of. It was sweet, that even after Katherine he still wanted and believed in romance for his sisters, but Yvonne had enough experience with men to know that there was always something they wanted from her. At least this time something tangible that couldn't be taken away from her was being offered in exchange.

And despite what she’d promised herself, feelings were starting to sneak their way in. Which she hoped would at least soften the blow, thought she wasn’t holding her breath.

"I know you don't, Gideon." She took a deep breath but it did nothing to help with the nervous shake of her hands. "He approached me at Adri's birthday party. But-", she rushed to interject before Gideon coulr voice further objections, "this was my decision. And before you ask, yes we've talked about the age difference."

♜

He listens to her sigh rippling through the phone line, listens with the mobile pressed hard against his ear as if might enlighten him as to every passing thought that's gone into that sigh; every tip of the scales that have led her to this choice in the first place.

"Do the others know?... Have you talked about it with any of them?" He has a sinking feeling in his chest that he might be the first; that she's chosen him first to test the waters. Selfishly, Gideon hopes someone other than him has already voiced their disapproval first, lest it lessen the blow in hearing it a second time.

Though it doesn't surprise him when she predicts his objection before it even lands. It's Yvonne, after all. "Mm, yes," He supplies cynically, "I suppose he would jump to reassure you that age isn't an issue, wouldn't he?... And just like that you believe him?"

It's my decision, she insists, and Gideon feels a nauseating mixture of hope and fear in his chest that that's true. Hope, that if it's true he'll have less cause for the anxiety already gripping him at the thought she's been manipulated into this by Rodriguez.

Fear, that if it's true she won't be likely to change her mind, either.

♜

“You’re the first I’ve told,” Yvonne admitted. Gideon was the first one she thought to turn to, and honestly it had killed her inside to keep it from him for this long. But, at the same time, the bliss of having one thing for herself, a relationship that brought her more happiness than she’d had in a long time, had been idyllic.

Logically, she knew Gideon was just trying to protect her. She’d never told him the full extent of her previous heartbreaks, especially Jared, and she was planning on keeping it that way. But at the same time, if she tried to explain her decision making and the extent of negotiations she had with Félix before they made things official, it would only prove Gideon’s fears to himself.

“Yeah, I did, Gideon. Because we talked things through pretty extensively. And not just about our ages, but every imbalance we could think of.” Deep down, Yvonne knew she wouldn’t be able to convince Gideon, at least not through one phone call. There was a small part of her that worried she’d never be able to convince Gideon, but she took another deep breath to steady herself in a futile attempt to ignore it. “I know you don’t like it and I understand why, but I wanted you to know.”

♜

'You're the first I've told.'

It's a dubious honour, and he feels once again torn between two competing feelings — gratitude and dread. He's touched that it's him she's thought to reach out to first within the family, and yet not so enfeebled by the flattery that he forgets the solemn responsibility he bears her. Incumbent upon him as is on any older brother to warn and protect, whether or not it means disappointing her in the process.

"Yv," He begins, looking for a way to break it to her. In the end, it's as unpoetic as it usually is with Gideon. "I don't care about "we"; about how Rodriguez no doubt waved away every barrier in the path and threw fairy dust over all the red flags." He growls, running one hand through his hair. "I care about you. That's it. So don't tell me about 'we'. Tell me about why you're so sure he isn't being a- a-..." lecherous social-climbing predator, he wants to say, but barely keeps it slotted behind his teeth. " — A user."

He hears her sigh through the phone. 'I know you don’t like it and I understand why, but I wanted you to know.' His eyes slip shut. It sounds too much like an impending see you later, like a my mind's made up, come hell or high water.

"Yvonne, we have to talk about this." He warns, and over the phone doesn't count.

"Do me a favour," Gideon adds, wary she'll end the call before he can request it. "Don't tell dad. Not yet." Oh, her father would fucking love this.

♜

She wanted to laugh as Gideon voiced his concerns. She seriously doubted that telling how up front they both were about the benefit the other could provide would reassure him. Or that he’d believe that Yvonne herself was taking advantage of the connections being provided to her. “I feel happy, Gideon. This is something that’s just mine and he makes me feel good, special. I can talk to him.” She took a deep breath and decided to bite the bullet and drop the bomb he would no doubt hate. “But really, I’m never going to be able to avoid the fear of being used for my connections. Name me one man who wouldn’t benefit from being connected to a Rutherford. I know you’re trying to protect me, but you can’t lock me away in a tower from everyone.”

Yvonne’s tone darkened at the mention of their father. “Don’t worry, I had no intentions of sharing this with him.” Or really anything. This definitely wasn’t the time to talk about her growing disillusionment with Andrew Rutherford, both brother and sister knew that the second he found out, he would be taking advantage of the situation even more than Gideon was afraid Yvonne was being taken advantage of.

♜

'I feel happy, Gideon.'

His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. For all that he's desperate for answers, reasons, explanations, things difficult for anyone to give while in the persuasive throes of love, her words give him pause. It's not good enough – not when she can still have the wool pulled over her eyes, still be used and abused in all the ways that he fears – yet simultaneously, it's all he's ever wanted for her.

For Yvonne to be happy.

It shows in the hesitation that slows his cadence when he speaks again. "But those things you said... The fact that he's yours, the fact that he makes you feel special and you can talk to him... Yvie, don't you see that those are things anyone can and should make you feel in love?" Don't you realize it doesn't make him special? Gideon doesn't voice it, although the grudge he's beginning to bear Rodriguez grows at the thought.

And whatever relief he feels that she doesn't plan on telling their opportunistic shark of a father, is somewhat waylaid by her words about being a Rutherford. 'Name me one man who wouldn’t benefit from being connected to a Rutherford...'

He won't tell her, but all it does is make him wish all the more ardently that he could lock her safe in some tower so as to better protect her heart. However irrational.

However unfair.

He struggles for an answer to that, the lines on his face deepening in their frown. "I don't know," He confesses at long last, into the silence. "But that doesn't mean you can't find one... You're still so young, Yvie. You've got your whole life ahead of you."

♜

Yvonne reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose. It was growing clear that the pair were reaching an impasse. She'd known when she called Gideon what his response would be, but a small part of her had hoped she'd be able to convince him that this was, in fact what she wanted. That this was the happiest she'd been in a relationship in years.

“So why is it so wrong that he makes me feel this way?

She understood where Gideon was coming from, she truly did. That didn't mean she liked it. “You really think I’m throwing my life away here?” She held her breath, unsure of whether she truly wanted an honest answer to the question she posed.

♜

'So why is it so wrong that he makes me feel this way?'

Gideon runs a hand through his hair, silently willing her to understand. Because he's a politician? Because he, more than anyone, knows exactly what to claim to get what he wants out of you? Because he's our dad's age?... Because it's exactly this sort of relationship that carries the highest risk for power imbalance abuse?...

Instead, he lets out a sigh and opens a topic he's rarely discussed with his little sister in the open. "Yvie, we haven't talked much about marriage, because you were young when it all happened and I didn't wanna put it on you. But maybe we should... Just not over the phone." He glances at the clock; he needs to get ready for work.

"It's harsh to say you're throwing your life away. I can't predict that and I don't want to. But more than anyone I know how destructive it is if you give your heart to the wrong person... How it chips away pieces of your life – pieces of yourself – that you'd never anticipated losing. That's not a risk you can esteem lightly, especially when it comes to a man like Felix. Tell me, at least, that you can appreciate that."

♜

Pieces of yourself. This time Yvonne didn’t stop herself from the dark chuckle that left her lips. There were multiple pieces of herself strewn across the streets of Cávado, thanks to Jared and the Kings. And her own stupidity.

“I agree. We should talk.” Yvonne took a deep breath once again, sending up a silent prayer that she didn’t have to see the look on Gideon’s face as she said this. “There’s something I should probably tell you too. Because I do understand what happens when you give your heart to the wrong person, more than you think I do.” She reached up to wipe at her eye and her finger came back damp with tears she didn’t realize she was crying. After all these years, how did the mere thought of Jared still have that power over her?

“Just tell me when you’re free and where you want to meet, okay? I’ll be there.”

♜

He can just barely make out a wistful chuckle in response to his words, and the sound of it plucks a discordant note through his heartstrings, deepening the foreboding.

He likes it even less when she hints at something to tell him, suggesting some intimate knowledge of what it means to give one's heart to the wrong person. The older brother hopes – as far fetched as it seems – that it's Theo she's talking about; old feelings that maybe she'd never had the chance to share, given how much flack they'd all given her for sleeping with the dangerous mobster some three years ago. But even as he hopes it, some part of Gideon knows better.

Knows it isn't Theo, she means.

"Alright." He concedes, pulling open his closet door. He stares blankly at the array of suits, his mind still on his sister. "Well... Thank you for telling me." He adds after a beat, even as the words stick like tar in his mouth. Still, it's true. Gideon doesn't like what he's heard, but it's better than not to have heard it; better than to have learned it all second-hand through the unforgiving reach of social media or other people's gossip.

"I do appreciate it, Yvie." Another beat as he racks his mind to remember his schedule. "I can do dinner in two days. Meet me at The Wolseley, 7pm."

#c:gideon #I forgot to post this before the event started and figured I'd might as well post it now #character development #p:your voice was all I heard

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stealing money

Claire was carried over by her boyfriend and laid down on the changing table. Claire closed her eyes and begged for this all to be over as her boyfriend fumbled around and unbuckled her pants. Both had tears in their eyes he raised her legs and pulled off her work trousers leaving her vulnerable in just her underwear. Steve her boyfriend went to plead but was told Claire's underwear comes off as well. He looked down ashamed but knew what would happen to both if he did not do as told. Steve lifted the vulnerable women’s legs into the air and removed her underpants and revealed her tight shaven vagina. Claire flinched and tensed up as she laid there completely exposed

Steve gulped as he picked up the white nappy and apologised franticly as he raised her legs up and placed Claire into the infantized nappy with ducks around the waist, Steve felt awful that he had done this to Claire and in front of her boss and colleagues. Claire was dead quite and showed no emotion. Claire could feel the crinkle of the nappy and could feel the weight of shame around her waist. In seconds she had lost her adulthood and depending how long it took her to pay her boss the money she would remain a baby.

Claire had been taken money off her company mummy and baby each month, at first a grand here and there but by the second year she got really greedy and took 10grand off. When the company records started to show something was off there was an investigation and when it was revealed to be claire her boss stormed down with the board and told Claire she pay would be made to look her age and then she could pay him back by having an abdl only fans. Her boss demanded Steve dress her down or she would be reported for theft and would go to jail. The anger made it obvious he was serious, and Steve picked up his wife and did as he was asked.

Laying there in just a nappy claire was asked to stand up and show off her nappy. Claire did as asked and crinkled around the office desperately not making eye contact with anyone. Her boss looked at her with pure rage. Placing one hand on the bottom of her top he showed no emotion and with a simple action lifted the laddies top of and then ripped the bra from her chest. Claire went dead silent and focused all her shame on the floor. she knew she would cry if she looked at her boss or colleagues.

The worst was yet to come, however. Her boss grinned and told her one baby was not enough. Claire looked up directly as her husband who knew exactly what he means. Claire shook her head and pleaded with her boss. However, the threat of jail made sure claire had no choice but to go over and put a nappy on her husband.

Claire slowly crinkled her way over desperately covering her breasts when she reached her husband claire could do no more but apologise like a child and ask him to turn around. It was Steve’s turn to go silent, he looked around at all the giggling faces and felt utter shame for his family. Once he turned around claire unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his boxers in hands. A roar was let out as Steve’s willy went on full display. At least claire was laying down thought Steve. Claire franticly tried to get the nappy on but was stopped by her manager who took steve by the hand and led him to the centre of the room, let us see the baby dance first mocked the manager. head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. Steve sobbed as he danced along with his shame on full display and fully erect.

Claire ran over at the end and quickly tapped her husband up who was now in full panic mode as Claires colleagues all announced steve has a baby willy. Claire tried to comfort him but to their shame a new song started. Let’s see you both dance grinned the manager. both stood in shame singing and dancing to baby shark. Steve was completely undressed, and both stood in just there nappies dancing and singing along. As the songs rolled on the tears rolled down both there faces. The embarrassment was to much. Claire had been bought down to just a silly infant infront of her colleagues and now as the manager took both by the hand she knew she had to find a way of paying the company back.

As they entered claires old office they both took their time to let the sight settle in, the office had been turned into a nusery with one crip, one changing table, a room full of toys and rocking horse, a plastic potty, nappies, and a well-placed camera. Both were led into the one crip and left cuffed into place. For the next week this is your home, you will eat, sleep, poo and wee here. The camera will be turned on at all times. Anyone who works here can change your nappies and can tell you what to do. you will behave like babies and play when on the floor any refusal and a member of staff will come in and paint your bottoms red. If by the end of the week you’ve raised the money then you can leave in your shame. If you haven’t raised the money then you will spend another week nappied in place

As the camera was turned on by the manager claire was led onto the floor and told its playtime. With breasts on full display and only covered by the nappy claire was left in tears and speechless. She sniffed her nose and looked up in sorrow as her husband’s nappy expanded, she mouthed I’m sorry. Claire stood and crouched and pushed out a stinky mess of her own. No answer was met when she announced they both need a change. Claire grimaced at her action and realised they would only get changed when it suited the manager. claire knew to get the money she needed to play the part in utter shame claire got up on the rocking horses squished her poo into her vagina and rocked back and forth whilst sucking her thumb. How bloody silly do I look thought claire.

#diaper domination #nappy lover #stories #embarrasment #humilliation

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Press Archive, Part 7

The Noise (Two View Review)

Electric Like The Moon CD Review, November 2011

My Own Worst Enemy has been around since the late 1990s but they retain an unjaded freshness that still sounds brand new. The opener, "April and September," is a simple declarative three-chord rocker which could have charted in 1977; the follow-up, "The Kids Don't Care," is an anthemic sing-a-long that wouldn't sound out of place on a Neighborhoods album. "Nothinwithoutcha" has some of that Mamas and Papas harmony vocal vibe courtesy of Steve and Sue. To prop up their contemporary credentials, we are graced with an ominously inflected cover of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" which segues into another anthem, the album's highlight, the invigorating and plaintive "Chandelier." The upbeat cover of "Ask" by the Smiths is another high point, followed by a brooding, introspective ballad, "Man of the Hour," which bursts sporadically into brief but glorious emotive fireworks, and features a middle-eight worthy of the tribal antics of the Feelies or Galaxie 500. "Whiskey Talkin'" is another evocatively emotive ballad with wrenching vocals by Sue. The highly appealing techno-heavy take on Tribe's "Abort" ends this latest collection on a triumphant note--it seems appropriate too, as a nod to the long-time area-based roots of this trio. I don't know what it is that producer Pete Weiss does that makes each project he takes his hand to shine like a gem, but I sure hope he continues doing it. A keeper. (Francis DiMenno)

My Own Worst Enemy has a pop-punk, energy-laden sound with primarily a female vocal lead. Not all the time, though ... why do I want to say Lemonheads once in a while? This is a very local sound ... Boston at its core, and the history of the band bears this out, from formative years among the many spots local musicians paid their dues. The lack of bass is not a detriment; this trio really enjoys playing with each other, you can hear it well in the song arrangements. The music's sound is somewhat, well, not dated, but reflective of a tone and 'tude that may have reached a zenith some years back. Maybe I'm wrong. I just tend to think marketing on some nights. Who wants this sound? Colleges? Radio? What else is there? (Don't even say the Internet). From a band that is now 10 years old, I'm curious to see and hear where they go next. (Mike Loce)

The Noise, August 2012

Live Review - Precinct, Somerville MA 6/30/2012

Having seen My Own Worst Enemy numerous times over the years, it's high time I said something about them. Question is what? This is one of those rare bands that have had a lot of rosy words written about them and a lot of it has actually been accurate - tip of the hat to Bret Milano here. In very gushing terms, this band gets comparisons to some heavy duty rocksters like Sleater-Kinney, Velvet Underground, Patti Smith and even the Modern Lovers and amazingly, that's pretty much on the money. So what's left for me to add? I'm pretty sure others have already praised their material as well written and memorable, so I'm out of luck there. Only topic I can think of is the vocals. While deserving praise has been heaped on Sue, I haven't seen too many words for Steve and that's a big oversight. They are both compelling vocalists who give serious weight and meaning to their songs. My Own Worst Eenemy is one of those bands like Dirty Truckers who make Boston rock look good - credible and not easily dismissed or ignored! (Frank Strom)

The Boston Herald

Record Review, 12/15/2013

Somerville's My Own Worst Enemy has managed a sort of sequel to Jonathan Richman's Roadrunner. Full of local landmarks and proto-punk fury, Paul Revere re-imagines the legendary ride as a quest for pizza, Chinese takeout and some ice-cold beer. The B-side to the new single is a simple, pretty acoustic ballad, Angel of the Underground, dedicated to Boston's busking queen Mary Lou Lord. (Jed Gottlieb)

Jersey Beat

Record Review, March 2014

Ten year veterans of the Boston underground, My Own Worst Enemy, serve up a schizophrenic single that showcases polar sides of the two guitars/drums/no bass/no last names trio's impressive range. Paul Revere creates a perfect (if unlikely) fusion of Mission of Burma and Jonathan Richman, with Steve's declamatory vocal and AJ's martial beat celebrating the midnight ride of you-know-who, only this time the guy's looking for an ice cold beer as he whizzes by familiar Boston landmarks (what, no Stop 'n' Shop?). MOWE frequently draws comparison to the Replacements, but this track suggests their true lineage belongs at least in part to '80s indie-wiseacres like Boston's own Big Dipper. The flipside reverently salutes Beantown busker Mary Lou Lord with a pretty alt-Americana ballad sung by Sue, whose sweet, mellifluous, slightly husky voice could land her a career in Nashville any time she tires of Boston winters. (Jim Testa)

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Paul Revere b/w Angel of the Underground 45 RPM Record Review, December 2014

A vinyl single. While I can hear an ex-colleague of mine say, "How quaint," this is a powerhouse release. I had the pleasure to have seen my own worst enemy on their home turf in Boston in '08 or so, and they had the audience (including me) moving. Paul Revere is a wonderful example of powerpop punk by this trio that has nothing to do with a Disney musical. This is a hysterical tune with an anthemic chorus that will definitely get you pumping that fist in the air. While Steve does a solid job on the vocals with this rocker (he's also on guitar), his partner Sue picks it up for the more serious ballad on the flip (she's also guitar, as there is no bass), Angel of the Underground about one of my favorite buskers, Mary Lou Lord (who I interviewed almost two decades ago; her tune Light Are Changing is referenced here). It's a touching song focused on a talent that is missed (by me, too). AJ's drumming and harmonica on the flip is just the right touch. This slower B-side is a perfect yin to the A-side yang, and this release is not just quaint, it's a fun mix of silly and somber. (Robert Barry Francos)

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Champagne Problems

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you play Tom a new song you wrote, and he overthinks the lyrics

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On a morning where he was supposed to be memorizing his latest script, Tom got distracted by the sound of you playing your piano somewhere in the house. He followed the soft melody into your studio, where he found you singly softly as you sat with your keyboard.

“You won’t remember all my champagne problems.” You hummed along to the notes you were playing.

“That sounds beautiful, darling.” Tom smiled as he came behind you to rub your shoulders. “Is that new?”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you put your hand over his. “I’m not sure about it though. The lyrics are still a little iffy.”

“Play it for me.” Tom kissed your neck before taking a seat. “I’ll tell you my thoughts.”

“You won’t be any help.” You chuckled. “You’ll just tell me it’s the greatest song ever written like you always do.”

“I can’t help it.” He pouted. “You’re just so talented.”

“It helps to have the loveliest muse in the world.” You cooed, bringing a smile out of Tom.

“Play me the song.” Tom asked. “I’ll be totally honest. I promise.”

“Okay.” You agreed and pulled the keyboard onto your lap. As soon as you started to play the intro, Tom was enchanted.

“You booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt. Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you’re not sure which is worse.” You began. You looked up at Tom for approval and he gave you a cheerful thumbs up.

“Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems.” You sang softly. “Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it. Champagne problems.”

You stopped playing and looked at Tom to see what he thought. He happily applauded you, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“It’s amazing.” Tom grinned. “It’s the best song ever written.”

You gave him a skeptically look over your piano and he laughed.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “Is there more?”

“Yeah. I have more.” You nodded and positioned your fingers on the keys. “Here’s the second verse.”

“You told your family for a reason, you couldn't keep it in. Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating.” You continued. “Dom Pérignon, you brought it. No crowd of friends applauded. Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems. You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches. And I couldn't give a reason. Champagne problems.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows as he slowly connected the lyrics together. Between the mention of the ring and the lack of celebration, Tom realized the song was about turning down a proposal. He knew you had never been proposed to before, so he wasn’t sure where the inspiration for the song came from. In the back of his mind, he began to panic. Especially since up in his room, carefully hidden in his sock drawer, was a ring. A diamond ring that he had bought specifically for the reason of asking you to marry him.

“What do you think?” You asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Um, it’s really good.” He said slowly. “Interesting topic.”

“Yeah. I wanted to do something I’d never done before.” You smiled proudly and your fingered the keys.

“Interesting, interesting.” Tom nodded in fear. “Is there more?”

“Yeah. I’m really proud of this next part.” You grinned. “Listen closely.”

Tom gulped as you began to sing the bridge, something he knew you were skilled at writing.

“Your Midas touch on the Chevy door. November flush and your flannel cure. "This dorm was once a madhouse". I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me". How evergreen, our group of friends. Don't think we'll say that word again.” You shook your head as you sang. “And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through.”

Tom really began to panic at this point. He knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that you decided to write a song about turning down a proposal a few weeks after he bought a ring. He had one more week to go until he was going to propose, and he assumed you figured that out. Since you were as kindhearted and non confrontational as you were, there was no way you’d turn down Tom if he got down on one knee. You must have written the song as a way to tell him you didn’t want to marry him before he embarrassed himself by proposing.

“One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go.” You looked into his eyes as you sang. “Sometimes you just don't know the answer ‘til someone's on their knees and asks you.”

“Oh God.” Tom gulped.

"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said. But you'll find the real thing instead.” You sang to him as he stared at you with wide eyes. “She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. And hold your hand while dancing. Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems.”

“Hm.” He squeaked.

“Your mom's ring in your pocket. Her picture in your wallet. You won't remember all my Champagne problems. You won't remember all my Champagne problems.” You played the last few notes before looking at him.

“So.” You smiled. “What do you think?”

Tom opened his mouth to say something, but found his mind blank. You were testing him, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um, it’s interesting.” He said softly.

“Interesting? Do you not like it?” Your face fell.

“Um, it’s not that.” His expression was just as sad. He appreciated that you wanted to let him down easy, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Tom.” You noticed his solemn expression. “What’s the matter? Is it bad?”

“Do you...did you...”

“Did I what?” You asked when he trailed off.

“Did you find the ring?” He asked suddenly, making your head jut back.

“The...the what?” You laughed in confusion.

“You found the ring and wrote that song, didn’t you?” He asked sadly. “You wrote it and sang it to me because you didn’t know how to tell me you didn’t want to marry me.”

“Tom, what are you talking about?” You wondered as you stood up and walked over to him. “What ring?”

“The ring you found in my sock drawer.” He said like it was obvious. You stared at him for a long time, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“I didn’t find a ring in your sock drawer.” You told him. Tom’s face pulled back in shock as he realized he had jumped to an incorrect conclusion.

“Hm.” He nodded. “It appears I made an inaccurate assumption based on the information that I was given.”

“You weren’t given any information.” You said as you looked at him skeptically. “What’s going on?”

“I...I thought the song was your way of telling me no.” He sheepishly admitted.

“What?” You laughed, still thinking he was joking. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were sending me a subliminal message!” He exclaimed.

“I wasn’t! It’s just a song!” You shouted back. “And wait a minute, you have a ring in your sock drawer?”

“Yes, and?” He stood his ground.

“Yes, and?” You repeated in shock. “Did you seriously just say yes, and? Like we’re in the middle of an improv game?”

“It’s just a ring.” Tom shrugged it off to save himself from embarrassment. “What about it?”

“What about it?” You laughed in shock. “What kind of ring is it?”

Tom quieted down suddenly, at a loss for words in the middle of your screaming match. He realized he didn’t know how to answer your question, but he couldn’t leave you hanging, so he told you the best thing he could come up with.

“The finger kind.” He said quietly, making you let out a loud groan.

“I know it’s the finger kind.” You shouted. “But what’s it for?”

“Your finger?” Tom shrugged, making you hunch over to keep your composure. He knew he was dropping the ball so he quickly tried to redeem himself.

“I don’t understand the quest-“

“Were you going to propose to me?” You cut him off as you popped back up. All the other thoughts in Toms head went out the window as he remembered the original point of the conversation.

“Yes.” He said after a minute. “I was.”

“Tom.” You whispered through a smile. He smiled back, relishing in the happiness him proposing brought you.

“Hang on a minute.” He said before running out of the room. He returned soon with a velvet black box in his hand. You covered your mouth with your hands at the sight of the box, knowing exactly what it contained.

“I was gonna wait until our anniversary next week, but I guess the secrets kinda out.” He chuckled shyly as he walked up to you. You wiped a few tears away as you put your hands over his, rubbing his hand softly with your thumb.

“This wasn’t how I planned to ask you. I had a whole speech planned.” He said apologetically. “But I was never very good at keeping secrets. Seriously, there are like hours of content online just of me spoiling-“

“Yes.” You cut him off between sniffles.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Yes.” You repeated through a smile. “I will marry you.”

“You will?” His face lit up as his shaking hands struggled to open the box.

“I will.” You nodded repeatedly. Tom let out a shocked laugh as tears of joy streamed down his face. He finally got the box open and put the ring on your finger with trembling hands. You looked at it in admiration before pulling him into a long kiss. He instantly kissed you back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to keep you as close as possible. When you finally pulled away, you were both a mess of snot and tears.

“I got boogers on your face.” He grimaced as he wiped your face with the bottom of his shirt.

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “I’ll be mad about it tomorrow, but I’m too happy right now. I’m so, so happy.”

“I am too.” He sniffled. “How should we celebrate?”

“I have an idea.” You smirked. “Champagne?”

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Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here.

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield…

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over.

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes...

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up…

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory.

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!!

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus

They��re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night…

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully…

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

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