#and this was the first because it’s a coverup that’s work amazing well

[scleracentipede]

1st day session of my scarecrow sleeve was complete yesterday but the lovely CurlyHorns at GhostShip Tattoos

So tired to today but so worth it! It was first day session (6 hours of tattooing with like a 20 mins break) and I’m sore af but so hyped about the tattoo and about continuing with the sleeve

#got 3 other scarecrow designs were doing on the sleeve (fear state + year one + Arkham asylum) #then we’re going to do the background all fear toxined and such! #and this was the first because it’s a coverup that’s work amazing well #like the tattoo artist is so talented she did such cool tricks to hide the underneath tattoo #check out her work and book in if ur in or can get to Liverpool #never been tattooed by someone as hyped about the tattoo as me like I loved it #(me and the CurlyHorns went to college/sixth form together so it was nice to catch up too) #salecrow #curlyh0rns #others art #not my art #pj talking #tattoos #scarecrow #Jonathan crane

[belphiesreverie]

Build a Yandere results!

It’s finally done!! I apologise for the delay with posting this, but hopefully it was worth the wait! Thank you again to everyone who contributed to the event and I hope you enjoy the final result! 💕

As I mentioned in the original post, you can send in hc/scenario requests, ask the yandere direct questions, ask for drawings etc now that they are done! I really hope you enjoy interacting with them!

Yandere and info under the cut!

Introducing Nero!

General info!

Nero is 21 years old and his birthday is the 12th July

He stands at about 6’0 but often wears platforms which make him closer to 6’3

His dad is an executive in a mafia family and owns a large business to act as a coverup. Nero will be taking over for him eventually so he’s majoring in business

However, he’s also minoring in English Literature as he adores reading and writing poems and he wanted to become a writer himself at some point

Despite his intimidating demeanour, Nero is actually a massive hopeless romantic and you can’t really tell how… passionate he is if you ever get the chance to read one of his poems

Nero is often seen carrying around cigarettes, although he doesn’t actually smoke. There was a misunderstanding once where someone assumed he wanted a cigarette when he came over to them, and since then people have assumed that’s what he wants whenever he approaches someone

He has a younger sister whom he absolutely adores and would do anything to keep her happy. She loves painting his nails and playing with his hair so he keeps them both long for her

He’s also in charge of looking after her a lot so he’s getting close to househusband material. He’s amazing at cleaning and getting it done super fast, but cannot cook for the life of him. He’s trying his hardest to get better at it though

Nero has partial heterochromia in his left eye!

He has tattoo’s from his father’s mafia family on his back and right arm. He covers the one on his arm with bandages so he doesn’t look as unapproachable or scary, but the bandages make it looks like he gets in lots of fights so it’s slightly counter intuitive

He’s an ambivert. There are times where he has to be social and interact with lots of people, and he doesn’t mind too much. But he also loves to spend a lot of time cooped up in his house doing nothing

Not a hc, but a fun fact abt his design! The lip piercing he has is called an angel bite and he has pointy jewellery to mimic vampire teeth! This is bc the human votes won, but it was a super close call between him being an angel or a vampire if he was non human. Just a cute lil easter egg 💕

Yandere type!

Nero is obsessive first and foremost. When he falls for someone, he falls hard and all his thoughts and actions revolve around them

His poems go from being about the feeling of wanting to experience love and a relationship, to cryptic but heavily detailed confessions to the object of his desires

He’s also quite protective of them as well. He knows that because of his father’s line of work, he has a target on his back as well and that it is probably extended towards his darling, so he goes above and beyond in ‘protecting’ them. Even if they’re not aware that he’s made it his job to watch over them 24/7

His persistence comes about from the perceived lack of sincerity that his darling assumes he holds

No matter how many times he asks them out to a nice fancy restaurant, or a cute little picnic, or on a world famous cruise, or even just to go see a movie. He’s not very outwardly expressive so every invitation seems to hold a tinge of insincerity, no matter how genuine he’s trying to be

The constant rejections won’t stop him or deter him though. They usually go right over his head as he continues to follow his darling around for the rest of the day

Even if they don’t enjoy his presence, he’s still gonna be right there next to him as often as he can be. He likes being close to them and it helps keep the others away as well

If his darling willingly lets him hang around them though? Well he’s got this excited air around him the entire day, the positivity practically radiating off of him. Which is actually helpful, since just looking at his expression would make you think he’s regretting even asking

His darling’s friends are absolutely not invited to hang out though. Just having his darling acknowledge someone else is enough to set him over the edge, let alone if he hears them planning outings together or anything like that

He knows he doesn’t have the right to monopolise his darling’s time, but he just can’t help but want to keep them all to himself without any pests bothering them. What’s more romantic than being the only person in each other’s lives?

He views his darling way above him. Nero knows he’s by no stretch of the imagination a good person. Especially considering the ties to the mafia through his father. Compared to him, his darling is practically a saint that can do no wrong

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#Nero Lovemail #Nero #oc: nero #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #male yandere #male yandere x reader #male yandere oc #yanderecore #tw yandere

[luna-rainbow]

Okay, so I’m still stewing on episode 10 and the lack there of a preview. A couple of things:

How are they going to resolve the car crash? I think potentials are: Dojun survives and dies from another event later; Dojun enters a coma and wakes up in the present to continue the story (and work out who killed him both lives); Dojun survives, thereby proving to himself that he can change the future, but also means he’s now in uncharted territory because he no longer knows what will come next.

If the President of Soonyoung dies in a car crash on the way to a media conference, and this being what 2001/2? Surely it would be all over the news (ie Hyunwoo would hear about it). It doesn’t make sense for Dojun to not recall the date and manner of death for the grandfather, so either he doesn’t die here or there was massive coverup about the death. I am already side-eyeing Dojun for taking 9 episodes to work out he had already died. The series has done amazing so far so I hope it doesn’t start handing out idiot balls.

The fact that Hyunwoo doesn’t remember Dojun’s existence at all is…very interesting. I mean Hyunwoo may have been too busy to keep up with the New Data scandal, but for someone who was doing so well, and who was the grandson of the conglomerate to just die and then disappear from everyone’s minds…it’s bizarre. Again I hope it’s explained well. Like I’m always curious when people die young and I’d read up on it. I’m surprised Hyunwoo didn’t bother.

Yejun (their cousin) still hasn’t appeared. For someone who seemed like she was an important antagonist, it’s interesting she’s appeared so late. It would be a cool twist if she turned out to be on Dojun’s side and wants to finish what he started, but I can’t see that happening.

Hwayoung and her husband were very snappish at each other in episode 1, suggesting what she did last episode had lasting impact on their marriage.

Interestingly, in episode 1, Dojun’s parents “no longer speak to each other”, and when Dojun’s mum marched in she lumped her (?ex) husband in with the rest of the family as someone who knew the truth of “the incident”. I hope Dojun’s dad doesn’t turn out to be a bad guy 😞 That would be supremely disappointing (of the family) especially after he said he would have Dojun’s back.

Lee Hangjae (the grandfather’s right hand man who he saw “as his son”) was notably absent from episode 1. Is his death significant?

I was banking on Seongjun having been reborn as well. There is just something very off about the way he acts now compared to the first episode. The way his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, his weird confidence, his uncharacteristic eagerness (for someone who said he didn’t want to inherit the company), and there were some weird lines that suggested he knew what was coming. And the way he treats Hyunmin, too, he’s got the control of the situation a lot better than he did before. So…this is either a dud theory or we haven’t seen the end of the past just yet.

Despite her minimal role, Shin Hyunbeen managed to capture the difference between a seasoned prosecutor in episode one and a newbie here. The way she’s a bit uncertain and a bit idealistic, versus the cynical but dogged older version. At the moment there’s simply not been enough screen time for the audience to care about her relationship with Dojun, and it’s not convincing that his death (if that’s what happens in this episode) will spur her onto become the grim reaper of Soonyang, unless this unravels into a coverup of immense scale.

The idea that the main character cannot change the world, even despite his immense wealth and reach, is…kinda nihilistic. What hope does anyone else have? I hope the story eventually leads to something else.

#reborn rich #kdrama

[dreamscape-popstar]

Curious why Russell and sharukuh as a pair? Headcannons?

Also hi big fan!

That's a bit harder to explain but it comes down to their dynamic and how unlikely it is! And it's more plausible because they have interacted in canon before.

Without my headcanons aiding this ship, taking their characters at what we've seen them from the show fuels their unlikely dynamic even more. Shahrukh is a melodramatic actor, he's rich and everyone adores him. He's used to everyone praising him. Russell is the exact opposite. He's usually the butt end of jokes from his friends (of course in a teasing/friend manner, they're not bullying him), his overly cautious nature makes him a fun sponge and so forth.

So this dynamic of prissy rich guy and some working class guy who likes being safe is just incredibly compelling. And when you take into account the romance aspect, it's even better. Shahrukh falls in love first (he always does, there's no convincing me otherwise) and falls in love with Russell no less. And the first thing he'd do would be to buy his way into Russell's heart, right? But Russell doesn't get it. "Hows' a bunch of superfluous objects going to win my affection?". Shahrukh doesn't understand because (in his comphet brain), the women he forced himself to like always loved gifts. But the person he loves who is neither a girl nor a fan of his is the exact opposite.

And of course, my favourite part of a dynamic is seeing how well they work off of each other. As I stated, Russell is a fun sponge, and doesn't fall for Shahukh's melodramatic behaviour. If Shahrukh stubs his toe, then tough luck buddy, happens all the time. If his food is the incorrect temperature, Russell will suggest to nuke it in the microwave or wait for it to cool down. But, there's always another side of the coin. If Russell stubs his toe, Shahrukh would demand to take him to the emergency room. If his food is the incorrect temperature? That chef isn't going to see the light of day. Russell is there to put him in his place and bring him down to earth, but sometimes Shahrukh will take Russell up to the clouds with him.

And the best part of it all is of course, typical relationship stuff! (I'm bad at writing this in a convincing way since I'm aromantic and don't feel romantic attraction. So, take how I phrase things with a grain of salt)

Russell hates PDA and Shahrukh loves PDA. Any excuse Shahrukh has to hold hands or kiss Russell is a good one, and Russell hates it because attention drawn to him makes him nervous. Even in front of the other pets and humans it's terrifying. And I'm sure eventually Russell does lighten up, but still for the most part, he's a hater.

And while this was filled with headcanons, I have more. One of my favourite concepts to explore is one that I relate to and that's a horrible home life. Inflicting my favourite characters with parental trauma is my favourite past time! (/hyp). So, Shahrukh being rich and famous and coming from an unloving family, there's even more of a barrier between the two. Shahrukh knows his true self wouldn't ever be loved, but Russell seeing through the glam and luxurious exterior to the true and genuine interior, proves him wrong. It wasn't originally love on Russell's end, but Shahrukh saw it as that, and pursued him. There's more angst in this, but overall I enjoy it. Shahrukh acting like he's better than everyone else is a coverup for how unloved he feels, and when the cracks start to show, you KNOW Russell would be there to help him.

And thank you for being a fan of me. It's truly amazing that my very niche and self indulgent stuff is able to reach and be loved by someone other than me. But, that's the power of the internet I guess! I should revisit LPS and make more self indulgent content. I'm always so caught up in the cycle of AUs and stuff that I leave the things I love untouched for a while.

#popstar asks #lps 2012 #popstar mod karina

[cheesecake-beech]

M-.... may I hear about them???

YESYES U MAY 😭😭😩😩😩😩😩🥵

OMG OMG OKAY SO LIKE LEMME INTRODUCE YOU TO THEM, GIVE YOU LIKE A QUICK RUN DOWN ON THEM- HEHEGEWGHFHDGSFDSHDH

They're like BESTIES, both as normal civilians and while doing some crazy shit as Villains 😩💅🏽💅🏽✨ (they slay honestly) even tho TECHNICALLY they don't work together (like as an "official" team) as villains, they do share their chemistry, engineering and electrician knowledge to help each other create gadgets. THEY'RE JUST An OT3 FRIEND TRIO

they will literally DIE for each other, and support each other unconditionally. Like high school bffs they share all the tea.

They're also badass bitches and got that villain DRIP

anyWAY-

LONG POST UNDERTHE CUT BECAUSE I WENT OFF AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KJDSAGJFJDGSFHDSGJFGDSJ

😍😍😍 THIS IS ALAN

As a civilian -He's just a candy store manager 🧍🏽+ A candy brand owner -RICH BICH -Seems to always have candy on him

As a Villain -Surprised how no one has caught him, he literally wears the same thing, just a longer coat 🧍🏽 -Known as "Sizzle" because that's his favourite kind of sound he's weird like that

Alan Rockwell is a somewhat well known candy store manager as well as a candy brand owner. He seems to always carry candy on him so if you see him, don't be afraid to ask for some ;) Then theirs the "Sizzle" side of him, still the same guy, just a longer coat 🧍🏽(ppl just be blind ig) and his favourite candy "pop rocks" turned into his greatest weapon >:D this bitch turned candy into explosives just so he can steal precious valuables and monies

THIS IS VALERIE 😊😊😊

As a civilian -She's still a baddie honestly, just in more colourful clothes -Hairstylist -Into roller disco honestly 😩

She's a badass either way

As a villain -Turns Goth/Punk because she says it contrasts against the colours of her bomb powder -known as "Smoke Bomb" I wonder why 🧍🏽🧍🏽🤯 -Demolition expert, she doesn't care if she dont have a permit

Valerie is a QUEEN honestly, il her. (She was the first OC I made for this film and overall the one who gave me the inspiration to make the others look SLAY) she's into all sorts of fashion, but kinda a bitch. She's a hairstylist (as a coverup job 🧍🏽) and honestly she'll make her clients cry by just her harsh critique before finally cutting it to make it look amazing,

As Smoke Bomb, she's still a bitch 🧍🏽 BUT HOT GOTH/PUNK QUEEN 😍😍😍 this girl goes crazy when she's out and about, whether it be just causing havoc, looking for something, or just testing out her bombs. She goes wild. It's a plus that the streets will be coated in the chalk dust 💅🏽✨

AND THIS IS ELLIOT! 🥺🥺

As a civilian -He's a HOUSEHUSBAND/BOYFRIEND 🥺🥺 -Pure boy (at times) -makes the best breakfast -Lovable 🥺🥺 -break his heart or mess with his friends or lovers he'll find you

Knows how to make poison from scratch 🧍🏽

Can hide poison in all foods and drinks🧍🏽

As a villain -He left that life behind- -BUT with some coaxing or bribing theN MAYBE he'll take his robot babies out for a little chaos :^) -Use to be known as "Blaze" -his suit can shoot lasers out of his fingers 🤯🤯 -Destroy his robot babies, he'll destroy a whole block, and then you

Elliot is a SWEETHEART, an ABSOLOUTE ANGEL not to mention a househusband/bf (bc he's not officially married yet djhfksfhds) AND JUST AN ABSOLOUTE CUTIE. He's just got a heart full of gold and is JUST A PUREST BOI BoTH ON THE OUTSIDE AND somewhat ON THE INSIDE 🥺🥺

As Blaze, that dude is long gone (he says every time after he was tempted to pull a heist) was someone he could just let out all the pent up anger or stress AND OUT ONTO THE STREETS AND BUILDINGS WHILE HE STOLE SEVERAL THINGS 🤪 He was also great at engineering and built robot droids he called his babies "his little invaders from space" who are now locked in his basement 🧍🏽HE CHERISHES THEM SM he puts his heart and soul into every one. 😭

OKAY MORE SHIT

Alan was the one who brought Valerie and Elliot to his little squad. It started with just him and Valerie, then Alan became acquainted with Elliot. Became even more silly chaos when the three of them found out that they were training to become villains 🤯🤯🤯 These bros went to every villain con (probably stole a lotta shit from the other villains their xd) before finally helping each other make their own personas recognized (of course as their own and not as a squad, was the agreement) But they still help each other, BECAUSE BFFS.

These guys will literally die for each other (mostly Valerie and Alan WILL DIE for Elliot) like fite one of them then the others will be at ur door

I also kinda maybe just mayebye kinda also just a little have oc x cannon ships for these guys DSFHGDSJFGDSJFGSDFDSKJ

BUT THIS POST IS ALREADY TO LONG SO HERE

#cheesecake talks #ask box #cheesecake babies // ocs #YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY YOU HAVE MADE ME #long post #OOOf #THERES A LOT MORE BUT IVE BEEN AT THIS FOR SO LONG I HAD TO CUT IT SHORT ASKJFHSDFJDSFK #I'D NEED TO LIKE ANSWER IT IN LIKE SHORT ASKS DSKJGFHDSGFHDSJFJDSH #EVEN THEN ID PROBABLY GO OFF #BEVAUSE I BARELY GET ASKED ABOUT MY OCS 😭😭 #YOU MADE ME SO HAPPY AHHHHHHHH

[anotherbeastarsblog]

Therapy in Beastars would be such a mess though. Everyone's repressed all the time, people are having constant anxieties about eating/being eaten/being too big or too small to participate in society.

Tons of species having internalised struggles that other species wouldn't understand so beasts living in diverse environments just end up bottling up since if you don't have good relations with your family (Legosi/Leanno) or you species (Haru/that bully) you're SOL unless you luck into a super good therapist or one of the few from your own species.

The only examples of therapists we have in Beastars are Gouhin (sorta okay but definitely has a screw loose and does not seem at all liked by the Black Market), Melon, who is Melon, and that masseur alpaca lady, who definitely broke some law even if it ended up helping her client.

Honestly I'm amazed that more people aren't batshit insane in that series.

I don't know if this is in reference to anything specific I've posted but I'm gonna have to agree and disagree in equal measure.

It seems like about as much research has been done into individual species in the Beastars-verse as in ours so I think therapists would be able to look into a lot of species specific problems on a patient-by-patient basis. We also saw, since Legoshi went specifically to a Large Breed Canine hospital when he was shot, the system is already at least partially species-divided so not every doctor would need to be expected to know everything about everyone. The general societal fears of being eaten/accidentally eating someone/size dysmorphia would also be much much much more common so it'd comprise a lot more of the standard therapist's training.

I think there can be and likely are quite a lot of good therapists out there, talking to a therapist that you can personally relate to is a godsend imo but I've also had doctors are straight edge straight women and I wouldn't trade them for the anyone, it's not a disqualifier as long as they know how to empathize. We only see questionable-to-bad examples of therapy because the ones we see have a dramatic purpose

Where I'll agree though is the entire mental health problem is still probably shit at large, because it'd have all the same pitfalls as the irl mental health system amplified. A whole lot of therapy and psychiatric medicine irl is just based around keeping you functioning and content in the system as-is, and since Beastars has an even worse as-is system I imagine a lot of Beastars doctors would be more likely to do placating and coverup work than actual deep-dive solving shit, even, if not mostly, unintentionally.

Because I think therapy would be an even harder field to get into due to basically requiring multi-species training it'd be even harder and longer to find a doctor, much less one you jive with.

Hopefully that'd be offset at least a little by like, the most uncommon species or the species with the most well-known problems being more likely to produce more specialty doctors, like venomous animals have such unique challenges it's probably easier to find a venomous therapist that only takes on venomous clients than it is being a mid-size mammal trying to find any general purpose psyche to get help with something that can affect anyone, y'know?

Or maybe a society that's had these problems all along just has a better incentive structure to get more doctors in the first place, the same way they figured out the marriage stipend was enough to keep like 99.9% of the population purebred.

#headcanons #ask #original post #worldbuilding

[miekasa]

winter break/skiing au with eren

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au (college), fluff, eren is an idiot but we all knew that, and yes i do think he’d probably be a good snowboarder or athlete in general tbh

↯ word count: 2.7k lol and it’s not even written out like a fic

↯ notes: this is based off of a request i got for meeting eren at a ski lodge. heads up i know next to nothing about skiing or any related sport, so bear with me on this. also this formatting is... headcanonish but also fic like?? in an alternate timeline, i could write this out as a fic, but my lack of knowledge about the subject + me wanting to try this format out resulted in this!

If he’s being completely honest, Eren wasn’t ecstatic to be going on this skiing trip with his friends in the first place, but he didn’t have much choice, seeing as he didn’t want to be the only one left behind for winter break.

Not to mention he’s a shit skier. He’s fine with a snowboard, so he wouldn’t be stuck on the bunny hills for a week, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. After all, he was pushing to go somewhere warm for break. You know, since it was already freezing cold at home.

Nevertheless, he sucks it up for the sake of his friends’ happiness (and because he was severely outnumbered. Also because Armin had never been skiing and Eren really wanted to record him falling face first into the snow at some point).

As expected, it’s fucking freezing by the time they make it to the lodge, but at least Jean—resident organizer of this trip—had gotten them a pretty nice cabin with central heating, and a fireplace. It’s more of a house that they’re renting really, with enough rooms for the six of them.

Unfortunately the rooms were not soundproof so he was subject to hearing Jean and Connie staying up until the crack of dawn, and Mikasa throwing pillows at Sasha telling her to shut the fuck up. But at least he got to room with Armin, so it wasn’t all bad. 

Eren spends the first day just chilling around, still warming up to the idea of the trip (and warming up physically, because fuck is it cold here). The lodge itself has main, communal buildings with indoor activities—a game room, indoor pools, hot tubs, a buffet, the whole nine yards—that he spends time exploring.

He’s heading down to the indoor pool with Armin and Jean in tow, the rest of his friends opting to head upstairs for dinner first after their day of skiing; and that’s where he sees you. And, not to sound like a lovestruck idiot, but Eren thinks you might be the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life.

In a cliche moment, he catches you as your head reemerges from out of the water, face dripping wet with pool water as you tread in your spot. Eren looks stupid—big, green eyes wide as hell and a little bit of a gap between his lips.

Jean has to smack him upside the head to get him walking again, mumbling about how Eren looks like the literal heart eyes emoji to which Eren simply pushes the taller boy into the water.

He looks back to spot you again (in a non-creepy manner of course), when a voice calls out your name—he’s presuming, by the way your turn your head.

“You’ll turn into a prune if you stay in any longer,” a short man with dark hair calls to you, a towel around his shoulder his mostly dry body, save for his swimming shorts that are still damp, “Come on, I don’t want get the shit end of the stick at the buffet.”

The short man’s words seem to make you chuckle, and a little reluctantly, you swim to the edge of the pool, taking his hand to get out of the water. Eren frowns a bit watching the interaction. You and the short man seem close—there go his chances of… well, he’s not sure exactly… uh… talking to you, maybe?

Whatever it was, you might already have a boyfriend, and from the way the rest of, who Eren is again presuming to be, your friends walk with you to the exit, it doesn’t seem like he’d ever find you alone again.

Oh well. He sighs, trying not to think much of it, and enjoy his time in the pool. (He fucking doesn’t because Jean gets his revenge and pushes him in the deep and even Armin his him with a pool noodle. Traitor).

Day two he’s finally going to to the slopes. On his way up in the lift, he can see Sasha and Connie stumbling down the hill while Jean laughs behind them, and Eren only shakes his head.

Yeah, maybe they shouldn’t have taken Sasha, Connie, and Armin with them on the advanced hills, but it was so much more fun this way. Although, to his credit, Armin was catching on quickly (no thanks to Eren or Jean; that was all Mikasa’s teachings).

Eren lets Mikasa work her magic with Armin. He straps on his helmet and goggles, and heads down first. It’s been a while since he’s snowboarded, but he’s still pretty damn good if he does say so himself. He even tries out a few old tricks and—not to brag—but sticks his landing every time.

Halfway down the slope, he can feel someone else boarding beside him—and he doesn’t think much of it, until they replicate his previous flip, landing a just a little in front of him.

Eren can’t see the person through their goggles, but from the way they look back at him before pushing forward, he can tell that they wanted a challenge. And who is Eren to turn down a little friendly competition?

The descent continues on with Eren and his mystery partner not-so-subtly flexing their own skills. Eren copies their flips and turns, and is amazed as he watches them copy his in return. 

He decides to kick it up a notch, swerving over to a small snow rap, to use the height it gives him to pull off his signature move—yes it’s called the Jaegerbomb, yes he did come up with it when he was eleven, and no he doesn’t regret because it’s still sick as fuck, shutup Zeke.

He sticks his landing, perfectly timed with the end of the slope, pushing his board forward to completely stop himself. He turns around, lifting his goggles, to give his copycat a smug look, when, to his surprise, he sees them pulling off something almost equally as impressive, and probably more complex before they land. 

Eren’s got the same stupid, starstruck look on his face as he did in the pool, as he watching their momentum come to a stop a little ways downhill from him, because, fuck if that wasn’t the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

Immediately, they’re surrounded by two other bodies, both of which sing their praises, probably for that last move. Eren knows he would. It’s only after your goggles are pushed up over your helmet and your turn around that Eren realizes its you! The girl from the pool.

If he was awestruck before, it’s nothing compared how he’s feeling now. No way you were the same person! But, he has to admit, if we were gonna get crushed by anybody on the slopes, he’s glad it was a pretty girl.

To his surprise, you make your way over to him after unbuckling from your board, and Eren has to quickly shake the stupid look off of his face.

“I guess I lost our race back there,” you say with a smile, cloudy air falling from your lips from the cold, “But I just wanted to tell you that your last flip was really cool! It must have taken you forever to master that.”

For the first time since arriving, Eren’s glad it’s cold as shit, because now at least he has a coverup for the redness creeping onto his cheeks. With a nervous chuckle, he finally responds, “Yeah, I’ve, uh, kinda been working on it since I was eleven.”

“Well it definitely payed off, I’ve never seen anything like it,” you cheer, and Eren is really considering passing out right now, but that would not be cool. Very uncool. So he doesn’t. “Have you been boarding that long?”

“Yeah! I mean, well, I’m only 21, so I guess not that long,” Eren says with a nervous chuckle, “Well—uh, I guess, like, ten years is a long time, but I—I used to snowboard more often when I was little with my family, then, um, you know college got in the way in stuff… haha… yeah.”

Okay, fine, Eren has never been the smoothest guy in the world, but he’s usually not this awkward either. But can you really blame him?—between your looks, and your skills, and the fact that you actually came over to initiate and carry out a conversation with him, he was a goner from the start.

“I’m Eren, by the way,” he continues, hoping to cover up his awkward stuttering, “And, uh, you must have been doing this for a while too? Your last move was sick, I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“(Y/N),” you respond with a smile. Luckily for him, you don’t seem completely turned off by his awkward demeanor, still as bubbly as ever. “Not really… well, kind of? Maybe a few years at this point, but my teacher’s been a real hardass, so I learned to pick up on things pretty quick unless I wanted to get turned into a human snowball,” you tell him, turning your shoulder a bit to point back at your friends, “If you think what I did was good, you gotta see Levi—he’s the short one yelling at the one with the pigtails. He taught me everything I know.”

Eren recognizes Levi as the shorter man who helped you out of the pool yesterday. He deflates a little—he’d kind of forgotten about him, and he isn’t too happy to be reminded of him again.

“Oh, I see,” Eren nods, glancing over at Levi once more, “He must be a pretty good teacher.”

“When he’s not throwing snowballs as a learning tool, yeah he is,” you laugh, “Anyways, I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to go at it again sometime. I don’t know how long you’re, uh, staying or anything, but racing with you was fun. Even if you did get a bit of a head start.”

“I’m here for the week, actually,” Eren’s eyes practically shine at the hint of competitiveness in your voice. He loves to be challenged, after all. “But I don’t mind giving it a go right now, if you’re going up again?”

Eren has to stop himself from grinning like an idiot when you accept his invitation. He thinks he’s finally in the clear when he hears the short man—Levi—call out your name again.

To his surprise, you beckon Eren along with you, and you introduce him to Levi formally. Levi has to look up to look at Eren, but Eren’s the one who shrinks under his gaze; an embarrassed flush creeping up his neck. Damn, your teacher (friend, too? not boyfriend, apparently, though?) is intimidating as hell, how on Earth do you take lessons from him without buckling in fear??

You point to your other friends—Isabel and Farlan—who are standing a little further away. The former of whom is attempting to make a snow angel while the blonde is enthusiastically recording and taking pictures of the events.

After introducing the two, you ask Levi if he wants to up the hill with the both you again (and no, Eren doesn’t pout when you extend the offer to him—he’s really working on this keeping his feelings in check and being a rational thinker and all that and if you ask him it’s paying off), to which Levi declines (thank god).

Not even because Eren would be bummed if you didn’t get that he wanted to spend some more time alone with you not just to snowboard, but also because he knows he’d fall flat on his face in front of Levi, and then he’d probably have to hide in shame for the rest of his trip.

“Looks like it’s just us then,” you smile at him, “Okay, we can head back up—I’m just gonna ask Isabel to trade gloves with me real quick, yeah? And steal a heat pack from her.”

Eren doesn’t know if he should follow you over to Isabel, so he kind of shuffles around where he’s standing, a few feet next to Levi. (And damn, is it just Eren or is it suddenly 50 degrees colder next to this man).

Eren’s avoiding eye contact and small talk—and subsequently avoiding any bubbling feelings or irrational false suspicions about Levi. Also, he sucks at small talk.

It’s Levi who lets out an exasperated sigh first, not even bothering to turn to face Eren before bluntly saying, “She’s single.”

Eren’s eyes go wide and he’s sputtering in embarrassment—also because Levi said it so loudly, what if you heard??—but he’s cut off again before he can even speak: “Don’t even try it, Farlan and I saw you drooling over her at the pool, too.”

Well, now Eren’s certain that the blush on his face and neck are not from the cold, but from his complete and utter humiliation. “Well, I, uh, I didn’t mean to—”

“You don’t seem to be too great at this, so I’ll take pity on you and tell you she likes you, too. Or likes you enough, at least,” Levi continues.

“I—she does?” Eren blurts. Okay, now he’s probably being too loud.

“She talked to you didn’t she,” Levi says, but the question comes out as more of a deadpan observation, “Look if she asks you about anything while you’re up there—or better yet, asks you to teach her anything, just take it as an opening, alright kid? Trust me, there’s nothing you can do that she can’t.”

Ouch. Eren reasons that Levi is probably right, he’s only seen you board once but you’re pretty incredibly but, still.

Wait does that mean you really were flirting with him before?? You’re actually interested in him???

He hears you calling out to him, and sees you waving, gesturing towards the lifts with a new pair of bright blue mittens on, and Eren barely has the coherency to wave back (stupidly, slowly, lovestruck, like an idiot).

Levi watches the exchange with a bored look on his face. He sighs audibly this time, untucking his arms from where they were crossed over his chest to pick up the snowboard at his feet. “Cabin 24C, east wing. Bring her back after dinner,” he says, hoisting the board under his arm before walking towards Farlan and Isbael.

Eren doesn’t even have time to ask him anymore questions—plus you’ve started walking towards the lifts and he’s obviously not going to leave you hanging.

He doesn’t and your little ski-lift, snowboarding kind of date goes well, even if he’s positive you did take it easy on him.

You’re the one to ask him to go up one more time, when Eren remembers Levi’s advice and finally musters up the courage to ask: “Actually, I’m a little hungry—do you, uh, maybe wanna head inside for dinner? If you’re still up to, we can come back later.”

And when the evening is over and Eren’s gotten your number, he does in fact walk you back to your lodge with your friends, and he thinks that even Levi gave him a look of approval before slamming the door in his face.

(It wasn’t really approval, so much as he’s impressed Eren had the balls and critical thinking skills to actually ask you out in the end. But it’s fine because Farlan and Isabel both loudly told him how happy they were to see you’d scored a date with ‘emerald eyes from the pool’).

Mikasa and Armin are less than impressed when Eren comes back to his own lodge at damn near midnight after having not answered any of their calls all day, but Eren thinks it was worth it, even if he does have a bruise from Armin poking him in the side with his ski poles.

Eren meets you at the slopes every day for the rest of the week, ignoring Jean and Connie’s claims about him being a simp. So what if he is? He’s the one snowboarding and sipping hot chocolate with the pretty girl from pool at the end of the day isn’t he?

He learns that the both of you attend the same university, but are in almost opposite programs. That makes sense, Eren thinks, because he surely would have remembered seeing you on campus before.

You even get along with his friends really well, even if you only get the opportunity to meet them once at the lodge. Eren is more than impressed, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Mikasa warm up to someone so quickly. 

He thinks he’s pretty successful at meeting your friends, too. Isabel and Farlan continually reassure him that you do in fact have a crush on him (and maybe even persuade him try and kiss you before the week is over. Spoiler: he does, while it’s snowing and everything and it’s pretty damn great). 

On the last day of his trip, Eren takes you to the top of the hill with all his friends, and when you completely demolish Jean and leave him eating your dust, Eren thinks he might just be halfway in love with you already. 

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x you #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren smut #eren fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman best wingman obviously #not really he just couldnt bear to see the both you be so painfully awkward with eachother bye #but hey he helped at the end of the day

[strawberrielarrie]

Music Industry Stunts and why they happen

Stunts are a big part of the music industry, you may not know it, but they are.  The purpose of stunts is to push a certain narrative to the general public. Now this could mean many different things, PR relationship; coverups; or to peak the publics interest. Why? You may ask, why would the artist do this, why wouldn’t they just be truthful? Well, many don’t have a choice, the music industry is a place that I wish no one would have to be in, it is a cruel and awful place to be if you don’t know how to get around it, or if you don’t have the correct connections. In the past (and still now), many big brand music industries, such as Sony Music and Warner Music have controlled artists immensely.

George Michael

As a legend in the music industry, George Michael is a well-known name in the average household. From his time in the hit duo “Wham!”, Michael’s music was distributed through CBS, but in 1987 Sony took over and that’s when things went downhill. Michael reveled in the popularity of his hit album “Faith” in 1987, and so did Sony, because he was earning them money.

But that ended quickly with the news of his next album “Listen Without Prejudice” in 1990, Sony refused to promote the album and appear in the music videos for it. Michael in turn, disputed his contract with Sony, but he could not do close to anything, because Sony possessed the power of approval over everything that he put out. Meaning, George Michael could not release music without it going through the board of Sony, and if he did, he could get sued and fired.

(Sony is a whole other world of fucked up, they fucked MJ up so badly, Sony Kills)

During this whole time, George came clean, saying that the board of Sony, used many different homophobic slurs against him, and wouldn’t let him release any music that seemed to allude to the fact that he was gay.

George Michael brought Sony to court in 1993, claiming that between 1987-1992, he had made worldwide profits of £7.35 million ($9.8 million) compared to Sony making £52.45 million ($70 million). Ultimately, the case lasted till June 1994, and Michael had lost, the judge claiming that it was fair. Michael retaliated saying how Sony is “Professional Slavery”.

Suzanne Kessler, Entertainment attorney at Bone McAllester Norton and former in-house attorney at A&M Records and Universal Music Group stated, “There are two sides to this tale,” she said. “The music business is a relationship business, and he was uneasy with what was happening. A label often wants an artist to continue to trade on their established brand with the public. But after “Faith” Michael was trying for a new direction, to be taken more seriously as an artist instead of just as a pop star sex symbol.”

This brings me to my next point,

 Closeting in the Industry

(Now I could go on for day about closeting in the music industry, but I will only give you the basis and then I will link another post that goes further in depth.)

Closeting is not a rare thing in the music industry, it in fact happens more than you might think. Many different artists have come forward, saying how their management said they should remain closeted to the general public, in order to maintain the brand that has been established. A popular example of this would be Sam Smith, they were offered multiple times by their management to have a beard. More closeting in the industry comes from Colton Haynes, who has been open about how his management closeted him because he “could not be gay and work in the industry”.

Colton link

Beard: A woman or man who fake dates a person of the LQBTQ+ Community, to hide their real sexual orientation or identity

 The Types of Stunts and Stunt Songs

“Pap Pics”

Stunts are common, we all should know that. From the amount of staged paparazzi pictures and videos that get posted to twitter on the daily it is not surprising that stunts happen. One of the main reasons stunts happen is for publicity, I can tell you now, living in LA for as long as I did, the paparazzi aren’t at every corner just waiting for a celebrity to walk past. They are called to meet at a place where the celebrity is going to be, in order to get pictures. This call is made by the artists management normally, and many times it is done against the artists will.

“Relation-shit”

These types of stunts are the relationship stunts, normally it is two popular celebrities dating to gain publicity for a movie or song that they are doing. A popular reference to this would be Joe Jonas and Demi Lovato, Joe was approached by a head of Disney, who asked him to date, at the time, co-star Demi Lovato. This stunt was to push the new Disney movie that both were starring in, Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam. Now at the time Demi was unaware that Joe was approached to do this, so when Joe and hid dad approached her about it… wow that must have hurt.

Another example of a relation-shit would be Shawmilla. Now before you attack me for this, let’s look at all the facts. Everything that relationship has done has been staged, let’s look at the timeline.

 August 2015

-       the first time they publicly hung out (at the 2015 VMA’s), sparking rumors of them dating

September 2015

-       pictured together at the iHeart Radio Festival, sparking rumors of Camila branching off of Fifth Harmony

November 2015

-       “I Know What You Did Last Summer” was released and performed many different times, Camila was still in Fifth Harmony at the time

June 2016

-       Shawn and Camila win an award for IKWYDLS and accepted together

-       Camilla ultimately starts her solo career

December 2017

-       Shawn is pictured with Hailey Baldwin (Bieber)

February 2018

-       Camila is in a serious relationship with Matthew Hussey, confirmed by a trip to Mexico together

April 2018

-       Shawn and Hailey go to the Met Gala together (Iconic)

December 2018

-       Camila hints at music between her and Shawn on twitter (6 months before Senorita)

https://twitter.com/Camila_Cabello/status/1070381510740598785?s=20

May 2019

-       Matthew and Camila last spotted together, returning from a vacation in Italy

-       Met her family on May 14th

June 20th, 2019

-       Senorita is released, now this had been in the works for over 6 MONTHS, so this was all very planned out

-       On release day, the Senorita music video was also released, which is literally soft porn, I do not know how it is still on the internet, gross

-       But, Camila? Aren’t you still dating Matthew? Why would you release this very VERY touchy music video with Shawn, if you are still dating Matthew?

June 21st, 2019

-       Shawn and Camila in V Magazine, still very touchy

June 26th, 2019

-       Breakup articles about Matthew and Camilla, Weird since he met her family only a month before.

July 3rd, 2019

-       Staged photos of Shawn and Camila out and about

4th  

-       more staged pics

5th

-       Camila at Shawn’s Concert

6th

-       Shawn denies that him and Camila are dating

 https://twitter.com/PopCrave/status/1147700409919778816?s=20

7th  

-       Shawmila in San Francisco all day

12th

-       That god awful making out pics that shook the entire internet

-       More pics in SF

 Ok you get the point, they are pictured together only when one of them has music to promote, In this case its Senorita. Now for more recent proofs of this entire relationship being a sham. Shawn just released an album called “Wonder” and guess what we wonder Shawn? Why do you not post any pictures of Camila until you have an album to promote? And now you have a puppy? Pulling an Elounor are we?

Senorita is a total stunt song to “prove” to the public that they are together.

“Style”

Now this type of stunt gets its name from the queen of stunt songs herself, Ms. Taylor Swift. The notorious song Style, supposedly about “Ex” Harry Styles, is probably one of the most stunty stunt songs I have ever heard. Like come on! “James Dean Daydream look in your eyes” if you didn’t know, here is a short recap on the icon himself James Dean.

Taylor has time and time again written amazing songs, I would be lying if I did not call her one of the greatest lyricists on the 21st century, the woman can write extremely well. So why would she put a nod to James Dean, a famous actor, who was a closeted, RAGING bisexual in a song so clearly about Harry Styles? She knows what she is doing.

Talking more about the “Haylor” stunt, can we please end that? It was a 3-month PR stunt that happened 5 years ago, please just get over it, they never really dated. And to the hardcore Haylor fans, there is no chemistry between them.

Haylor; The Stunt

“I hate you because I’m getting paid to!”

Now I do not go into this one much, but basically it is when you see two artists publicly fighting and releasing diss tracks. A popular example of this would be, Machine Gun Kelley and Eminem, with their songs called “Rap Devil” and “Killshot”. Their “beef” was totally staged to boost views on both sides, its even more prominent because they have the same record label, INTERSCOPE.

Eminem v. MGK

 I will be adding to this the more things happens, but it you have and questions feel free to ask them!

#I cantbelievesispent3daysonthis imsotired imgladadderallexists #Stunts Taylor Swift George Micheal Haylor Larrystylinson James Dean shawnmendes shawn mendes camilacabello harrystyles #harry styles #ihateithere #idontknowhowtagswork

[pbandjesse]

My skin is really sore today. My thumb specifically is still really hurting. But I am very sore all over. The lotions and potions are helping but it's not getting better. Which is frustrating. But I am hoping that the weather getting nicer will help. Tomorrow they are calling for snow though??

Today was lovely though. I slept okay. Waking up was hard. But I got up and got dressed and felt very cute.

Me and James were both forgetful today. I thought I forgot my chapstick but would find one in my apron and so my day was saved.

I had a really fun morning thought. My first group was an almost Mennonite highschool group. I don't actually know if they were Mennonite. But they were a Christian school, coming from a while away, and the girls had the tiny hair covers and very modest clothes. So it's an assumption but I would say a good one.

And they were so lovely. Like just super nice and kind and laughed with big smiles when I told jokes. I spoke a lot about the bible during my print talk, and they were all just so kind. It was an excellent tour and I had a blast doing it. They wanted to walk around the museum after that and normally we don't do unaccompanied school groups. But they were such a small group and highschool, so we let them. And I'm glad. They were good and deserved to get as much out of the trip as possible.

I had to run to get right into another program. The other group I was with today (there were five groups!!! Like the old days!) was an hour early, so we started a half hour early in the cannery.

But they were a lot of fun. We also have another new educator! And she seems really nice. I don't know much about her yet because we had to run right into working but she had good energy.

The cannery went well. No issues. But it was go go go. And I had a lot of laughs in the company store because these were high schoolers and they never want to give up their tokens. But I came up with silly silly stories for what they needed to pay off. One boy, who was like 6 foot something, his character was a 20 year old girl and I came up with a story about her wanting to go to a dance and buying beautiful yellow fabric to make a dress. And he was like. No!!! It was hilarious.

I had time to just do supplies after that. I had asked for the afternoon off because I was supposed to get my hair done but it got pushed to next month. But I still wanted the time to myself.

I did car parts and some cleaning. But then I was off. It was beautiful outside and I was happy to be out in the world.

I drove out to Glen Burnie and went to value village. And honestly. Did not find much I wanted. I am trying to be more intentional with my shopping. And it's not perfect. But I mostly just enjoyed my podcast and looking around.

I did find 3 things. A white shirt I want to use as a coverup, another denim dress but this one has a pattern, and another gingham dress because I love the pattern so much and this one is old navy and I think is very similar to my favorite yellow summer dress.

I left there and went to Target next. I got a few bath and body products we needed. Tooth paste and body wash and floss and face wash. I enjoyed wandered the store. 3 separate people told me they liked my outfit. One guy stopped me and was like I love your glasses, wait actually your whole look is amazing. And I was like. Ah! Thank you! Made me feel nice about myself.

I did get the bike shorts I wanted. They are $12 in store but for some reason the same ones are $30 online?? But they had them and I am very pleased. I have been changing into them and a big top every day after work so having more will be great moving forward as the days get nicer.

I went and grabbed lunch to bring home. But really I was glad to be going back to the house so early in the day.

There was some traffic and people driving stupid. But I got home around a half hour later.

I brought my stuff up and ate my lunch before I out everything away.

I tried on my new clothes and felt so cute. And I played with Sweetp a little. I was tired. I thought about sleeping but after playing Pokemon for a half hour I would go lay in bed until James got home.

They convinced me to actually sleep. And so I did for an hour. Which made me feel a little dizzy when I got up but I'm glad I slept. It gave me the energy to do some art.

I skipped my knitting, I'll catch up tomorrow. While James did their podcast I worked on my new print. Got it all drawn up and still had energy to start carving it. It's not done but it's progress.

I came in the bedroom to make up some outfits for next week. And found Sweetp sleeping in his new carrier!!! I was so excited. I want him to view that as a space space so if I need to get him in their quickly he won't freak out. It was just so cute though seeing his cute little head.

I made my outfits and went to take a shower. And my skin is sore but I am alright. I am ready to rest.

Tomorrow I was supposed to go to puhtok but the group canceled because of the possible weather. But I will probably still be going to the science center tomorrow night. Jessica actually asked me if I wanted to work tomorrow but I had to say no. I need the day to myself, I have been pushing myself to much. Like I don't want to be a big baby but I am!! I am tired!! I want to hang out at home and do nonsense and make art.

So that is what I will do. I hope you all have a great night. Take care of yourselves! Goodnight!!

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Yours To Keep

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Fem!reader

Words: ~2.2k

Warnings: smut, dom!maxwell

A/N: I honestly don’t know what to say about this. I wanted to try my hand at writing him and this is what happened.

You had been working for Maxwell Lord for almost a year now. In that year you learned his likes and dislikes, his favorite cologne, what made him tick, and what he was like when no one was around. And he knew the same about you. There were no secrets between you two and he liked it that way. It hadn't always been that way. It took a lot of perseverance on your part and patience on his.

How could you ever forget the first time you tried to touch him? He was always put together well--never a hair out of place. Except for that one time. He had been pacing his office as you sat in the chair quietly watching. You were usually there to take notes but he couldn't seem to get his thoughts in order. You stood and moved in front of him causing him to almost walk into you.

"Sir, you need to calm down." You reached up but stopped and looked at him. He nodded his head so quickly you could have missed it. You carefully straightened his tie then smoothed down his lapels as you spoke. "You're Maxwell Lord," you began, "All those other men are nowhere near as rich or as powerful as you are. They should be the nervous ones. To be in the same room with someone as great as yourself is an honor." Subconsciously, your hand went for the strand of hair that had escaped the rest and hung above his right eye. He grabbed your wrist tightly and tilted his head slowly.

"Don't." But his grip slowly loosened and you found yourself lost in his gaze and him in yours. He leaned in and seemed to study your face before his eyes fell to your lips. His hand was still around your wrist as you gently smoothed the stray hair back into place.

"There," you breathed. You were pressed against him now and his face was so close to yours that your noses bumped. Just a few more inches and…

He let go of your hand and turned away, taking a deep breath. "Thank you," he murmured.

"Shall we go, sir?" He nodded once and walked out, leaving you to follow him. The ride over to the conference was a quiet one but you were used to that. Mr. Lord did not like any distractions before speaking though if you were on your knees in front of him while he was on the phone, it had been a welcome distraction. You looked over at him and he was staring at your thighs. The pencil skirts he liked for you to wear didn't do a very good job at covering your thighs and you were sure he liked them that way. He reached out and ran his hand over one and you sat there still as ever. He pulled the skirt higher, revealing your garters and he let out a breath before pulling his hand away.

---

Upstairs, you watched from outside the room as he spoke. You always enjoyed how much he used his hands because it made you think of how well he used them on you. You squeezed your thighs together and tried to think of anything else to distract you. His eyes wandered over to where you stood a few times and you flashed him a small smile which was never returned but you knew he saw it.

He left the room to light applause but didn't say a word to you, not until you said something. "Good work, Mr. Lord." You couldn't see it walking behind him, but he had smiled.

Down in the car, he became slightly more animated not having to worry about his speech anymore. "They were eating out of my hands." He held them out in front of him and you grinned. What beautiful hands they were.

---

Back at the office, he was a totally different man. He went on and on about how well it went and you listened silently like he needed you to. He walked over to the little wardrobe he kept in his office and loosened the tie he was wearing.

"Have you seen the blue argyle one?" he asked and you cleared your throat. "What?"

"You told me to send it for dry cleaning, remember?" Of course he did. The look on your face all but gave it away. He chuckled dryly. The blue argyle tie had been shoved into your mouth a few nights ago. He needed you quiet as he fucked you over his desk and had no other options. "I will pick it up on my way home, sir. Should I bring it with me tomorrow?"

"I'll come by your place tonight and pick it up actually. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"I didn't catch that," he said, approaching you slowly.

"Yes, Mr. Lord."

"That's better." He traced your lips with his thumb and you stuck the tip of your tongue out. When he felt your tongue brush along his thumb he grunted and slowly slipped it into your mouth. "Such a pretty mouth." He moved his thumb in and out of your mouth getting lost in the feeling. He is entranced by the way your lips wrap around his thumb. When he finally took it out, you chased it subconsciously and he smirked. "Go home. Wait for me."

"Okay, Mr. Lord."

"Don't forget my tie." He turned away from you as you walked out of the office. You went home to prepare for his visit.

---

You waited patiently for Maxwell to arrive and you had a little surprise in store for him. You sat on the sofa in your coverup waiting for him to arrive and when he did you walked to the door excitedly. After calming yourself, you opened the door and smiled softly.

"Mr. Lord," you said, letting him inside. 

"I see you're wearing the gift I got for you. Very nice." He walked straight to your bedroom and you followed closely. "Take it off," he demanded and you did as you were told.

"Yes, sir." The coverup fell from your body and you revealed yourself to him. You were completely naked save for one thing.

"Is that...my tie?" He pointed at you and waited for you to respond.

"Yes."

He sat on your bed and motioned you over with his finger. You began to walk but he snapped and you immediately dropped to your knees. "Atta girl. Now...come to me." You crawled to him and he opened his legs slightly so you could fit between them. You slowly reached for his belt and removed it then unbuttoned his pants. You must have been moving too slowly for him because he grabbed you by the tie around your neck and wrapped it around his hand, pulling you close before leaning in to speak. "I don't like waiting."

"Sorry." Yours hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He still held you by the tie, watching closely as you moved closer to his semi-hard cock. He yanked on the tie once more and you looked up. "Please," you begged and he finally kissed you. Before you could get into it he pulled away and sat back waiting for you to use that pretty mouth he loved so much.

"Either you do it or I will," he threatened. He grabbed you by the hair now and guided you to his now rock hard cock. You opened your mouth and took him in just the way he liked. "All the way. Almost there." He held your hair back so he could see your face as you took him as deep as you could but that was not deep enough apparently. Maxwell held onto your hair tightly and thrust into your mouth, making you gag. He cursed quietly as he slowly fucked your throat. You steadied yourself on his thighs as he used you. You loved every moment and he knew it.

Eventually, he yanked you away by your hair and you fell onto your ass. He made you watch as he touched himself, snarling all sorts of things to you. "Get on the bed." You moved quickly because you knew it would please him. He still touched himself as he pulled you up by the tie around your neck. "Lie still."

"Yes, Mr. Lord." 

He spread your legs as far as they could go and lowered his head between them, tasting you like he had wanted to all day. Your hands wavered above his head until you finally decided to run your fingers through his hair. You were sure he would kill you for it later but right now he seemed to be enjoying you pulling on his hair as he tasted you like a man starved. Make no mistake, this wasn't for your pleasure, he just wanted to make sure you were ready for him. When he was satisfied at how wet you were, he sat up and pulled you by the tie again.

"On your stomach. Now." You moved quickly, flipping onto your stomach and waiting for the next instruction but it never came. You looked back at him as he massaged your ass then slapped it, enjoying the way it jiggled when he did. "You are mine, aren't you?"

"Yes sir." As soon as you answered he thrusted into you and leaned down to press himself even deeper. You grabbed at the sheets and lifted your hips to meet his thrusts but he slapped your ass again and you knew that meant to stay still. "Mr. Lord...you feel so good!"

"Do I?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me again." Another slap.

"You feel amazing. Please fuck me harder," you begged and he did. You would never understand why he preferred to stay almost completely dressed as he fucked but it had become a kink for you now-feeling the fabric of his clothes rubbing against your bare, sensitized, overstimulated skin.

You cried out into the pillow but soon he was pulling you up against him by the tie. He wrapped an arm around your waist as the other held onto the tie, choking you slightly. Your back was flush against his chest as he took you the way he wanted. "Say my name," he demanded, nipping your ear.

"Mr. Lord," you moaned.

"I said...say my fucking name." He thrusted into you particularly hard and you cried out.

"Maxwell...fuck!"

"There we go. Now...come for me." He cupped your pussy and his fingers found your clit. "This is mine, isn't it?"

"Yes, Maxwell. Yours," you whined. His fingers were like magic, working you in ways you didn't think possible. Your body trembled as his fingers worked on your clit, working in circles or drawing little patterns that drove you crazy. He must have felt you squeezing him because he growled in your ear and fucked you even harder.

"I said now, didn't I?" He pushed himself as deep as he could while rubbing your clit and choking you with the tie. The lack of air, the overstimulation, his breath against your ear--it was all too much and you soon found yourself nearly convulsing against him as you came. Your hands found his and tried to stop it as it rubbed against your clit relentlessly but he wouldn't stop. Maxwell loved seeing and hearing you fall apart all because and all for him. "I'm going to fill you and you will thank you, correct?"

"Yes Maxwell," you whimpered. He shoved you back down so that your face was against the pillows and your ass was in the air. You cried out for him repeatedly and he finally stilled behind you, pressing down between your shoulder blades as he pushed and emptied himself deep within you. He groaned loudly and just about collapsed on top of you, crushing you against the bed. If it were anyone else you would've told them to move or just shoved them off, but this was Maxwell and any kind of closeness to him was a gift that you savored. You swear you felt him kiss your shoulder before rolling off of you with a groan. 

"Thank you," you breathed, turning onto your side to look at him. "Thank you, Mr. Lord." He looked at you and shook his head. "Thank you, Maxwell."

"Better."

You knew he wasn't much of a cuddler so you kept your distance even though your body was screaming to touch him. Seeing him so disheveled was wonderful and you smiled as he caught his breath. When you reached out to him you visibly saw him stiffen but he didn't grab your wrist this time. You smoothed the stray hairs in his face back with the rest of his hair.

"There," you whispered and he took your hand then kissed your palm. He took the tie and wrapped it around his hand bringing you closer to him inch by inch.

“Keep the tie,” he said before kissing you lightly. That was a demand you would happily follow.

#Maxwell Lord #maxwell lord x reader #wonder woman 1984 #ww1984 #Pedro Pascal #headcanon

[dribbonart]

Steven Universe Rewatch: The Trial

Apparently Rebecca Sugar said that season five of the show is like a murder mystery. Who killed Pink Diamond? When I first saw this episode, I bet a friend about what actually happened. We each picked a variety of options, and “Rose Quartz killed Pink Diamond like they say” was pretty low on the list. After all, there’s no need for all this confusion if things happened like we already thought.

Technically, they gave us all the clues to figure out what actually happened. There’s no way you could have figured it out conclusively, but you could have built the story. I love that the hint to the key twist of the story was buried in Steven’s story about Garnet’s day.

Anyway, this is a neat episode.

I like that no one ever tells Lars what in the world is going on.

Zircon is fun. She’s having a hard day.

Very nice pacing. 

What an entrance. 

A note on Diamond shippers: There’s no reason to say that Diamonds are sisters/relatives in a human incest sense. One of the best artists in the Steven Universe fanart community is a Bellow shipper, and I bow to their expertise.

Great line. Blue Diamond has a lot of sadness, but there is a deep well of cruelty and anger underneath.

At first we think that Pearl is a courtroom sketch artist. Later we find out that this is just a hobby.

I like that this trial is conducted with an actual logical, legal argument. The prosecution presents evidence for every portion of her conclusion, including the identity of the accused.

You know when people fall back on the dictionary, things are very wrong.

This is the moment things get interesting. No one knows what actually happened.

What a wonderful euphemism. I can’t imagine what it’s a euphemism for.

I like that Zircon is the person to start to put things together. She’s a lawyer, this sort of thing is her job.

I don’t like these reaction shots. It’s implying that these Pearls have some kind of information regarding Pink’s Pearl at the time. (My comic about Pearl hiding her identity during the rebellion got so little reaction I couldn’t believe it. I thought it was funny...)

She’s right, although not in the way she’d think.

This reaction, like the Pearls’ significant glance at each other, doesn’t work for me. The show wants to throw suspicion on characters, but this murder rampage doesn’t make sense unless Yellow is trying to do a coverup, which she canonically is not. I guess she’s just poofing lawyers because she’s annoyed at the trial? I don’t find that convincing.

Putting this grille in the foreground of the shot brilliantly emphasizes how little information Steven (and Lars) have about their situation. Even in their momentary glimpse of the surface of Homeworld they don’t get a clear view.

Just blasting a hole in the wall to make a window. Very cool. I like the Diamond shape in particular.

Some amazing imagery (and a hint at White Diamond) to end the episode. I wonder if anyone figured out that Blue and Yellow’s arm ships could combine with White’s building there?

PS. I saw a hater’s video about how the Diamonds are Nazis and Steven was wrong to not kill them. I’m tempted to put up a rebuttal post, even though that’s probably a waste of effort. 

In short, many countries have totalitarian leaders, kill undesirables, and have social/racial castes. Homeworld could be Sparta, Pre-Revolutionary France, or the Soviet Union. Saying they are categorically Nazis betrays historical ignorance or lazy thinking.

Steven didn’t kill the Diamonds, but he never had the chance, so the point is moot. The important thing is that Steven never agreed with the Diamonds. Steven never allowed his empathy with the Diamonds to stop him from insisting that they stop their bad actions. 

#Steven Universe #Rewatch #SU Rewatch

[seasidefallenangel]

Letting out a groan, you slunk back into the chair in your bedroom whilst glaring at the horrible pieces of fabric in front of you. Choosing a bathing suit for a beach day should absolutely not be this hard, yet here you were ready to pack it up and call it quits. 

When Masumi had invited you to the Mankai Company’s beach day out, you almost launched your phone out the window from sheer excitement. He usually preferred to keep you to himself, so the chance to hang out with his fellow theater members was huge. You had met them a few times and they had welcomed you with open arms, saying things around the lines of it being “good that Masumi has someone else now,” whatever that meant. Come to think of it, you hadn’t met the director either. The entire company spoke so highly of her, so it was a wonder why Masumi had tried his best to make it so you two don’t meet.

“I like the one on the right.” 

Shooting up from your chair, you looked at your boyfriend who had entered your room whilst you were marinating in your little thought bubble.”It makes your eyes look pretty.” How did he say stuff like that with a straight face? 

Asking him to toss you your coverup, you walked into the bathroom to change and felt the nerves build up in your stomach. Surely Izumi was a wonderful person or else everyone wouldn’t be so fond of her. But… why did Masumi get so weird everytime she was mentioned? Every uttering of her name by someone caused his demeanor to change completely. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but he almost seemed stressed or worried. Was she treating him badly? You’d absolutely stick for him if necessary - he really was a sweet and caring boy despite that harsh exterior of his. Maybe Izumi just hadn’t gotten to know him yet, but you’d make sure she knows how amazing he can be.

Exiting the bathroom and reaching for his hand, Masumi gave you a soft smile. “You really do look beautiful.” Bumping his shoulder with yours, you gave a playful, “Not so bad yourself,” before giggling and getting ready to leave and meet up with the rest of the troupes.

This day was going to be nothing short of incredible! 

At first, the beach was nothing short of the most fun day of your life. Upon joining the rest of Mankai, you first saw Banri and Juza duking it out over who got to smash the watermelon open only for Tsuzuru to get tired of their bickering and come over to rain hell on the poor fruit himself (where he got the upper body strength to do so you had absolutely no idea.) Omi was teaching Muku about the wonders of grilling while Azuma, Itaru and Hisoka were under a nearby umbrella - the first two not wanting to be in the sun and the latter not wanting to be awake at all. Kazunari was trying to drag Tenma and Sakuya into a beach day photoshoot, one being far more willing than the other, as Taichi fawned over Yuki’s cute yet simple bathing suit as they walked down the shoreline. The rest of the members were scattered about, smiles abound and laughter filling up the entire beach. The first hour or so between you and Masumi was spent splashing around the water, a few short and sweet kisses shared between the two of you at the expense of Banri’s teasing and Homare’s prose about young love or something of the sort.

Which lead you to right now - a sweet moment between you two cuddling on the same towel shattered by the reality of why exactly Izumi had been such a well kept secret from you.

For what it was worth, Izumi herself was an absolute gem. She clearly cared about every single person she worked with, Masumi included which cured your earlier worries, and took pride in the talents of the boys she so lovingly built up and helped hone their acting skills. It would be foolish of someone not to like her. 

Something you realized Masumi went a little too far with.

“It’s so nice to meet you! I almost thought Masumi was lying about having a partner since I never got to meet you myself, I’m so glad you were able to come.” Geez, that’s one hell of a grip. “I could say the same for you,” you laughed, “It was almost like Masumi-,” you suddenly cut off upon turning and seeing Masumi’s face. It could be described as nothing but pure adoration.

For a moment, you thought he was just admiring the woman who’s helped him become a better actor and a better person. But a few seconds passed and it was evident that the look held so much more than that. He’d never even come close to showing you that type of love in his eyes, like he’d fight until his last breath if it meant you’d be happy. The smile slowly dropped from your face and your throat suddenly felt tight. This was why, you decided in that moment, this was why he had kept you from Izumi from so long. Not because he hated her, but because he loved her. He loved her so much to the point where you could only assume he didn’t even love you a fraction of the amount he loved her. 

Your hand dropped out of his and he didn’t even notice, instead asking Izumi about how her day was, where she got her suit, if she liked his. She went to answer his unending list of questions, but caught sight of the heartbroken look you sported and you watched as guilt overtook her face. She knew, she absolutely knew how he felt for her and she couldn’t do anything about it. “Um, Masumi… do you mind giving me and your partner here a moment to talk?” You could see his metaphorical tail wagging, “Anything for you, director.” He turned back to you to give you a kiss on the cheek, and his lips felt like molten lava against your skin.

Watching as he walked over towards Omi to grab a snack, Izumi took your hand in hers. “I’m so sorry. I-” she tried to figure out the words for a moment, “I really thought he was over this. When he had told us about you it was so refreshing to see him placing his love into someone who could actually reciprocate it.” You didn’t realize you were crying until she wiped away your tears. “You deserve better than this, it’s my fault for forcing him to let me meet you-” “It’s not.” Your voice didn’t even sound like your own at this point. “It’s not your fault he loves you. I should’ve realized something was up when he kept us separated for so long.”

You reached up to wipe your tears on your own this time as she pulled you into a hug. God, of course Masumi loved her, you could tell how kind she was just from the interaction. She got close to your ear just in case anyone was listening, “If you want to leave I understand.” It didn’t seem like a terrible idea, rather it was probably the best thing you could do right now. The embarrassment you’d have to face having a full on breakdown in front of everyone would only amplify your already fragile state. “I probably will do that… thank you Tachibana-san, and please don’t blame yourself for this.” She separated from you and gave you a quick glance before walking over towards Tsumugi and Sakyo as you went to gather your things and make your way back home. You would deal with talking to Masumi about this tomorrow, right now would be way too much for you to handle- “___!” I was so close too. 

You turned around to see him jogging towards you, confusion littered on his face. “Are you leaving already? The sun isn’t even setting yet.” Be subtle, tactile, there’s no reason to start anything here… actually, fuck it. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in love with Izumi?” Upon hearing this, he was completely speechless. He tried to get over her so badly, he wanted nothing more than to make this work between the two of you but something about his director just kept him coming back, even when he didn’t want to. “... I didn’t think you’d notice.”

A dry, humorless laugh left your body, “You were practically falling over her feet, I’d have to be an idiot not to notice.” There was a short moment of silence between you, with Masumi knowing he was guilty and you debating on letting your next set of words out - but your mouth started moving before your brain could tell it to stop. “I think we should stop seeing each other.” 

Masumi was never the most emotional or expressive person, but you could see how much that statement stabbed him in the heart. He wanted to tell you no, that you could make it work, but he knew deep down he had no right to ask something of you. Who knew how long it’d be before he was able to properly rid his feelings for Izumi? He tried his hardest not to let his tears fall, while you gave up on doing the same long ago. A soft and broken, “Okay,” came from him and you could tell he had pages and pages of words he wanted to speak to you to try and convince you otherwise but you knew a lost cause when you saw it.

The two of you made eye contact and you let him know you hoped he’d be able to find someone else, he’d be able to fix himself and stop letting his unrequited love run every part of his life. As you turned to walk back home, your heart now nothing more than a heavy weight in your chest, he called out one last attempt to get his feelings across. “I love you, ___.”

You stopped and stood there, knowing that if you turned around you’d run back to him. You deserved better than that.

“No, you don’t.”

this piece was written for a collab for the mankai basement server! check out the entire collab here!

song: natsu no owari no amaoto ga - takami chika and matsuura kanan

#a3 imagines #a3 x reader #masumi usui x reader #a3 scenarios #a3! #angst #scenarios #a3 fanfic

[violett-writes]

Fat Ass

Fat Ass

Summary: JJ makes you feel self-conscious

Word Count: 1156

You snort, laughing so hard that you think you’re going to puke. Pope continues to crack joke, each one funnier than the last. At least, to your high ass it was.

John B. groans, “Enough Pope. I don’t want to clean puke off the boat… again!”

You bite your lip, wiping tears from your eyes, “That was one time!”

“How does someone puke from laughing?!” John B. yells at you in bewilderment.

JJ stands up, “I know how to get her to stop laughing.” He smirks at you and wraps his arms around you, picking you up in one motion and swings you over the edge of the boat.

You squeal, squirming. “JJ, don’t you dare!” You scream, holding tight to him.

“Don’t what?! Throw your fat ass into the water!” He laughs before dropping you.

Those words hit you harder than you hit the water. The coldness of the water nothing in comparison to the blood draining from your face. Fat ass? JJ has never, and you really mean never, insulted you like that before. You knew you looked bloated in your swimsuit, you had eaten a large brunch with Kiara before coming out onto the boat. You thought you were sucking in enough when you were laying out, but you must’ve forgotten about it when you were laughing with Pope.

Fat. Ass.

You swim to the surface, forcing yourself to laugh while getting onto the boat. “Sorry JJ, that didn’t work.” You say brightly, hoping to hide your shrinking confidence. You wrap your arms around your waist, hoping to look casual while you go grab your coverup. Thankfully, you had warn it onto the boat because you knew you looked bloated.

You knew you looked bloated… Why in the world you would take it off in the first place? Your lip quivers slightly as you toss it on, feeling a little better now that your stomach is covered.

Kiara looks over at you with her eyebrows knotted together. “Aren’t you hot?” She asks you, looking you over.

You shake your head. “I was, but now I’m freezing because someone threw me in the water.” You glare at JJ.

“You know, I hate to break up the party, but I think I have to get going. My mom is going to kill me if I’m out late again.” You tell the group.

Pope nods and starts the boat, steering it back towards the dock. “I get it, my dad has probably already cashed in my life insurance since he’s going to kill me.”

You laugh and sit down, covering your stomach with your arms and pulling your knees towards your chest. You wish the ground would just swallow you whole. You knew that you looked bloated. And it’s more than that, you had been piling on the pounds lately. But you were trying to watch what you were eating and you had lost a pound since you started. You bite your lip hard, it’s not enough obviously. If someone as dense as JJ noticed then everyone else definitely has as well.

When the boat reached the dock, you were the first one off. You smile and wave to everyone before taking off, finally allowing the tears to pool in your eyes. Your eyes are glued to the ground as to speed walk home, not caring that you’re boiling hot in the coverup.

“Y/N, wait up!” JJ calls, running to catch you. “Are you okay?” He asks softly when he reaches you.

You nod, gulping down the lump in your throat. “I’m fine JJ. Don’t worry about it.” You turn to continue walking to your house but stop short when JJ grabs your wrist.

“Come on Y/N, don’t lie to me. Did I do something?” He looks at you concerned, his eyebrows knotted together as he searches your eyes for a clue to what happened.

You sigh, shaking your head before smiling brightly. “JJ, I’m fine.  I’m just tired.” You tell him, pushing him off before rushing  home.

You slam the front door shut, leaning against it and finally crying freely. You grip your stomach tightly, wishes you could just rip it off. You sob, moving your hand to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from making more noise.

You rush up to your bedroom, throwing your bag on the floor as you flop onto your bed. Your phone dings from inside your bag and you sick up to reach it. The screen lights up your face, revealing a message from Kiara.

Y/N, what happened today? Are you okay????

You sniffle, wiping your nose before texting her back. JJ called me a fat ass… I gained weight recently and I guess it just got to me.

Oh, he’s such a dumbass. Kiara’s message comes back quickly. Don’t mind him. You look amazing. Your ass has never looked better!

You giggle, wiping your eyes dry as your sobs start to slow down.

Thanks Kiara. I love you <3

Love you more girly <3

You set your phone down and get up to put away the stuff in your bag. You only put a few things away before there was a tap at your bedroom window. You opened it up only to see JJ.

“What are you doing here?” You ask confused, moving out of the way for him to sneak in.

He looks at you, biting his lip before he gives you a tight hug. You melt into his arms, his smell surrounding you. You burying your head in his neck, gripping him tightly.

“I’m a dumbass.” He whispers into your hair.

You look up at him, “What?”

“Kiara told me. Why didn’t you tell me right away? I didn’t mean it like that at all. I just… I don’t even know why I said it. I guess I got caught up in the moment. I think you’re beautiful Y/N. No, not just beautiful, gorgeous. You’re hot as fuck, but you’re personality is even better. You’re a total package. I don’t ever want to hear that you’ve been upset over something that someone as lowly as me had said.” He rants, hold your face between his hands as he stares deeply into your eyes. You’ve never seen JJ so serious. It brings tears to your eyes.

“I-“ You start, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t say anything.” He shakes his head, a lock of his bleach blonde hair falling across his forehead. “I’m going to make it up to you.” He tells you softly before hugging you again.

You smile gently, hugging him back just as tight.

And make it up he did. There wasn’t a day that went by without a genuine compliment from JJ. Some days he would cat call you, whistling loudly. Other days he would compliment your personality or your intelligence. The boys would call him whipped but that didn’t make him stop. You never felt fat or ugly again in his presence.

#jj #outer banks #outerbanks #jj x reader #jj fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfiction #jj outerbanks #jj outer banks #pope #hayward #pope hayward #kiara #john b. #john b #sarah cameron

[eponinemylove]

aftg tattoo/flower shop au

@essence-29

so it’s wymack’s parlor and he still technically runs it and everything but he’s tired most of the time and he lets kevin pretty much take over

kevin has almost no tattoos himself except one he got that he deeply regrets (in my mind it’s bc riko was his piece of shit ex boyf and pretty much made him get it, but however u want to imagine the backstory of this tattoo is up to you)

anyway he runs the shop with his dad. matt, renee, and seth all work there

andrew runs the flower shop around the corner (managed by betsy). he could not give less of a damn about the parlor tbh. he barely noticed it existed

he’s more of a piercings guy anyway but it’s not like he’s against tattoos

at least, he didn’t care about the parlor until him and renee became friends

i imagine they met at the flower shop when she came in and ordered some for allison. maybe they started seeing each other around more and more, and you know how andrew makes friends. he probably followed her to work one day and they went from there.

either way they’re besties and they work on the same block. so andrew goes in and out of the tattoo parlor fairly often to pick up renee or have lunch.

him and kevin obviously run into each other at some point, probably more often than not

at first they ignored each other’s presence but then andrew started to notice kevin

tattoo artist without (many) tattoos? interesting. he won’t talk about the tattoo he does have? very interesting. he flinched when someone dropped a glass of something and it shattered? now you have his attention

and of course kevin can’t help but notice the hot, 5-foot-nothing guy who comes in at least once a week to harass his patrons and distract his employees

both of which are definitely crimes andrew commits regularly around the parlor

andrew invites kevin out for drinks one night after they’ve been noticing each other for a while. it’s not flirtatious or romantic, but it does feel... weighted. kevin goes. renee and the others are there too, vaguely, but he still manages to end up spending most of the night alone with andrew

they talk. a lot. it’s really slow going because neither one of them particularly feels like talking, but they do. or they come to a mutual understanding at least

they have a weird relationship after that that none of kevin’s friends or andrews relatives can even pretend to understand, but you know what? whatever. they’re KevinAndAndrew

i don’t want to say they’re attached at the hip, but they totally are. anywhere kevin is, andrew follows, especially if kevin is drinking. and they’re not even nice to each other. that’s the confusing part for the others. just looking at them, you wouldn’t even think they were friends, much less maybe-kind of-dating?

so this goes on for a couple of months, and just when everyone thinks they’re getting used to it, neil comes in

literally no one was ready for him. he shows up at the tattoo parlor one day and just applies for a job. no resume, no interview. straight up walks up to the front desk and asks for a job

kevin wants to throw him on his ass but matt says the least they could do was interview the guy

(neil probably looks all kinds of a mess. not like insane or dirty, but just generally disheveled and exhausted and... neil. he looks like neil)

kevin still thinks this is a waste of time, but he lets neil show him what he’s got

no one was expecting neil, but they definitely weren’t expecting him to be so goddamn good

it’s hard to tell if he’s a natural or has actually had years of hardwork and practice, but he’s an amazing artist and he knows his way around a needle

so they hire him.

matt becomes quick friends with neil. seth and neil don’t get along, per se, but they’re almost the exact same brand of asshole so there is a sort of solidarity between them

renee obviously is nothing if not entirely pleasant to neil, but he still has issues trusting her

and kevin? well kevin kind of hates his newest hire

he complains to andrew about him nonstop. about how he’s stupidly talented and a complete bastard and gets along with people but in a chaotic sort of way that makes kevin anxious and annoyed and

kevin has a lot to say and andrew is more than inclined to listen

it’s a surprise to no one when andrew is in the parlor the next day, scoping out neil for himself

oh, and i should mention that neil has literally NO tattoos. not even one. (his mother would never allow something so easily recognizable)

neil barely notices andrew until he confronts him after his shift. i don’t know what he would say, but it would go pretty much like how their meeting went in the books, just probably without the racquet

a fight immediately breaks out that matt and kevin have to break up. renee knows better

yeah neil and andrew don’t get along

andrew is very interested though. so he does what andrew always does. he gets nosy. and personal. and mean

it takes him a surprisingly long time to find any information on neil. he thinks it might be a fake name and kevin assures him that it’s definitely likely, which helps exactly none.

eventually the only thing he manages to gather is that neil has one hell of a temper and could start a fight in an empty room. he also won’t take any shit from anyone, whether it’s from andrew or some random Karen screaming at one of his coworkers for giving her daughter a tattoo she didn’t approve of. he can and will tear someone to shreds, and as much as kevin hates it (“Neil that’s bad for business, you can’t verbally abuse the clients”), andrew is very amused

kevin secretly also really likes neil. it’s hard not to—he says everything kevin wouldn’t dream of and sees through all of kevin’s bullshit. also he’s ridiculously hot and incredibly good at his job, and there’s nothing kevin appreciates more than talent and competence

after, idk, a month? of getting nowhere to unraveling neil’s past, andrew invites him for drinks.

kevin is there of course and pre-approved the decision. matt comes along bc he doesn’t trust andrew in the slightest and he loves neil. renee is there to make sure no one actually gets murdered. seth just shows up bc he thinks something funny might happen, like another fight

not strictly relevant, but allison, dan, and nicky working at the bar/club they frequent??? a Concept.

andrew and kevin are both pretty surprised to find out that neil doesn’t drink. they try and “convince” him otherwise, but neil refuses and short of drugging him, there’s not really anything they can do

nothing really happens the first couple of hours. nicky flirts with neil a couple of times, neil doesn’t notice, the usual. things take a turn when neil spots kevin’s tattoo. other than that, the night was a bust

since this is an au, idgaf what’s in their past. reader interpretation, use ur imagination, go crazy. however, whatever kevin was involved with, neil was somehow tangled up in too. that part stays the same

he doesn’t mention it

he doesn’t mention it

he doesn’t mention it

and then, of course, he mentions it

it’s not on purpose or in anyway eloquent. they probably get into some sort of fight while closing up and it just slips out

there’s a moment of “oh shit”, the complete understanding that passes through the two of them

they don’t mention it

except they do, because andrew finds out

he and neil have a another “talk” bc yeah andrew might run the flower shop, but if neil brings trouble from kevin’s past back to him now, when he’s doing so much better, andrew can and will actually commit homicide

and that’s the start of their relationship!

well, no, not really. neil still takes a while to warm up to them, and a while longer to start feeling any sort of romantic attraction to them. and of course that’s after he realizes they’re even a couple, because trust me, with those two is always questionable whether or not they’re even friends. or acquaintances. or on speaking terms

also they have to eventually talk about everything. set boundaries, clear the air. neil gives them piece by piece looks into his past. it’s slow work, but it’s a little bit of trust given by someone who has never trusted anyone before.

yeah so anyways everyone thought KevinAndAndrew was confusing? well they don’t know what the fuck is going on with KevinAndAndrewAndNeil

what they do know is that kevin and neil do some of the best tattoos in the country. what they do know is that andrew and neil take smoke breaks together in the back alley, halfway between their two shops. what they do know is that andrew and kevin have adopted neil into their relationship and the three of them are so close-knit, it almost becomes impossible to find one away from the others at any given moment

what they do know is that at least twice a week, the short, blond, very scary flower-shop guy walks into a tattoo parlor and a 6-foot tall intimidating tattoo artist and 5’3 ginger with a sharp tongue and sharper attitude immediately stop what they’re doing and go meet him

that’s pretty much it. scary blonde who sells roses for a living falls for scary tattoo artist who doesn’t seem to believe in tattoos. both these idiots then fall for the (not at first glance) scary new guy who is obviously trouble, because this is a tatto/flower shop au, and everyone loves the broken badass with a heart of gold.

there’s something to be said here about the most intimidating and kick-ass power couple (throuple?) ever

also it’s funny bc based on appearances alone, everyone expects neil to run the flower shop, and kevin and andrew to do tattoos. boy are they in for a surprise though, because andrew knows every single flower you could ever think of sticking in a bouquet, and neil could operate a tattoo gun blindfolded

ALSO they all get matching tattoos at some point bc they’re idiots and in love and it probably has a whole crap ton of heartfelt meaning that i don’t want to explain bc i feel like i’ve rambled forever at this point and still said nothing significant

oh and neil 100% gives kevin a coverup, replacing his old tattoo with something else.

there’s all kinds of plants decorating the parlor courtesy of andrews shop, and neil and kevin design andrew’s logo

and betsy makes everyone flower crowns at some point. andrew refuses to acknowledge it i’m any way, but dutifully wears it regardless. neil wears it to work the entire day, and after hangs it in his office-thing. whatever tattoo parlors have. kevin straight up refuses to wear it but neil wears him down and he puts it on for like 20 minutes. there’s even pictures to prove it

#I'M SORRY THIS CAME OUT SO LONG #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #kevin day #kandreil #kevandreil #tattoo/flower shop au #flower shop & tattoo parlor au #renee walker #matt boyd #seth gordon #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #david wymack #betsy dobson #Allison Reynolds #au #aly's asks

[ejzah]

Since you've been doing drabbles on Deeks muscles, could you do one where they're at the beach with their baby and while Kensi's gone to get food women crowd around him because muscles + guy holding a baby = 😍

A/N: Writing about Deeks’ muscles again? Oh, I guess I can force myself.

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“Hey babe, you want anything from the food truck?” Kensi asked Deeks as she finished changing three month old Caleb’s diaper. It was the first time they’d really had a chance to spend more than half an hour at the beach since his birth and they were all reveling in the experience.

“Ooh, grab me a fish taco and lemonade,” he requested eagerly. “I worked up an appetite running with the little monster this morning.” He tweaked Caleb’s nose and he cooed happily in response.

“If only all of us could work off calories that easily.” Kensi was mostly teasing, but still felt a little self-conscious about her remaining baby pudge. Deeks snorted.

“What are you talking about? You look amazing.” He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him for a thorough kiss. He also took the opportunity to squeeze her butt cheek briefly. Sighing against his mouth, she trailed her hands down his chest and abs.

It was a shame they were in public and had a baby to think of. Before she could get too distracted, she pulled back and smirked at Deeks who stuck out his lip in a pout. She pulled on her coverup and grabbed some money from her purse, holding Caleb out towards Deeks.

“I’ll be back in a few.”

Deeks nodded, settling Caleb between his crossed legs. As she walked away, she could hear him describing the swells and talking about the surfers farther out in the water while Caleb happily gnawed on his fingers. It was fairly adorable.

20 minutes later, Kensi walked back towards their spot with a small carton of food. The line had been ridiculously long and she was feeling a little annoyed and hungry. Plus, her boobs were roughly two seconds away from leaking, which meant she’d have to feed Caleb before she could eat.

As she reached their spot, she saw Deeks standing next to their beach sheet, Caleb balanced in the crook of one arm. His blue trunks hung low on his hips, contrasting nicely against his tanned skin, and he looked absolutely delicious.

He was also surrounded by no less than six women, all wearing bikinis. It made Kensi feel oddly matronly in her one-piece, even though Deeks’ eyes had lit up the first time she put it on. Walking closer, Kensi glared at a blonde woman who was brushing the top of Caleb’s head.

“Oh my god, he is adorable!”

“How old is he?”

“Can I hold him?”

Deeks didn’t seem fazed by the barrage of questions, easily chatting with each woman in turn, who hung onto his every word. And he wasn’t even trying.

“Three months this past Tuesday. And he’s not real great with strangers,” he with an apologetic smile, holding Caleb a little tighter to his chest.

“You said you surf, right?” said the blonde woman who was standing the closest to Deeks.

“Yeah, when I have the time.”

“Well, maybe you could give me a few lessons.” She touched Caleb’s head again and then dropped her hand onto Deeks’ forearm. Deeks arched an eyebrow, but didn’t move. He looked vaguely amused by her lack of subtlety.

“Actually, I’m not much of a teacher, but I have a friend who could give you lessons if you want his number,” Deeks offered, his voice still friendly, but putting up a clear boundary. She ignored it.

“Mm, he’s not you though.” Her hand drifted a little higher, caressing Deeks’ bicep. Rolling her eyes, Kensi decided she’d seen enough.

“Having fun?” she asked Deeks, coming up beside him and resting her free hand on his shoulder. He smiled at her, a genuine one this time.

“Caleb’s pretty popular,” he explained, wrapping his arm around her waist so she was pressed tight against his side. “This is my wife, Kensi.” He emphasized the word wife and dark haired woman immediately edged away from the group, looking embarrassed.

“Ah, yes, Caleb’s such a charmer,” Kensi said, looking up at the side of Deeks’ face with a wry smile. The blonde woman in front of Deeks had hastily dropped her hand when Kensi walked up, but she hadn’t moved away and had a competitive gleam in her eye.

“Marty was just telling us what a great surfer he is,” the blonde said, somehow making it sound possessive.

“Mm, Marty’s good at lots of things,” Kensi agreed. Deeks made a choked noise, but Kensi just smiled pleasantly at the women fawning over him until one of them nudged her friend and they too started to walk away.

“It was nice meeting you, Marty,” the blond said, ignoring Kensi completely. She winked, squeezed Deeks shoulder and then turned around, her hips swaying from side to side. The rest of the women quickly dispersed as well and Kensi turned to Deeks, leaning her chin on his shoulder.

“Unbelievable,” she said, giving him a look that was half amused, half exasperated. “ I can’t leave you alone for two minutes.”

“Hey, that was not my fault,” Deeks protested. “Women just can not resist a man holding a baby. As soon as you were gone, they started swarming.” He jiggled Caleb lightly and he squealed in delight.

“Aw, you poor thing. And I’m sure it had absolutely nothing to do with your six pack or the fact that I can practically see your pelvis in those trunks.”

“That might be a slight contributing factor,” he admitted reluctantly. Kensi made a derisive noise and took Caleb, settling on the sheet to nurse him. Deeks sat beside her after a minute. “You’re not really mad at me, are you?”

“No,” Kensi said, “But I don’t exactly love finding you surrounded by a bunch of gorgeous women in bikinis.”

“You know you’re the only woman I want to see in a bikini,” he said. Kensi smiled reluctantly as he tipped her chin up, his expression completely sincere. “Or out of a bikini,” he added. “Preferably out as much as possible.”

“Mm, you’re lucky you’re cute,” she said without heat. She brushed her thumb over his lip and down his chin, her nail scratching through the short hairs of his beard.

“That’s what I count on.” He kissed her softly.

“But if another woman puts her hands on you or the baby while we’re here, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Rather than looking worried, Deeks lips twitched at her words. He seemed amused, and possibly flattered.

“I would expect nothing less. Can’t have other woman pawing at your man,” he teased, leaning back on his hands. Tanned and more toned than he’d ever been, he looked far too hot for his own good. Settling Caleb on the blanket again, she knelt beside him, her knees pressing into his hip. She laid a possessive hand on his stomach and whispered,

“When we go home, those shorts are coming off and you are all mine.” His eyes darkened, smoldering at her.

“Let the pawing commence,” he said happily.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #deeks’ muscles #the muscles get their own tag now #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

[mikauzoran]

Lukadrien: Song of the Sun: Chapter Fifteen

@lukadrien-june

Song of the Sun: Chapter Fifteen: Cuddles

Luka wasn’t really in a good mood.

His mother had been getting on his case again about how, despite Luka and Adrien having recently celebrated their first anniversary of dating, Adrien was still deep in the closet and not even telling his closest friends that he had a boyfriend.

“I don’t like it,” Anarka snorted. “Adrien’s a sweet boy, and I like him, but I don’t like what he’s doing to you.”

Luka put down his guitar and crossed his arms. “Regrettably, Adrien isn’t doing anything to me. We’re taking things super slow.”

Anarka rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean, Luc. I’m talking about when he’s done experimenting and decides he wants to be straight again. He’s going to pretend none of this ever happened, that you never meant anything to him, and it’s going to break your heart. I don’t like it.”

“Maman,” Luka growled through gritted teeth. “Adrien would never do that. He loves me.”

Anarka rolled her eyes. “No. You love him, and that’s why you’re blind to what he’s doing. If he loved you, he’d introduce you to his family. He’d be seen with you in public. Luka, I’m telling you, he’s not treating you right. You deserve better.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Maman,” Luka snapped, snatching up his guitar and storming off, going to lounge topside in one of the deckchairs at the prow of the ship.

Upon reflection, Luka realized that his mother was worried and only wanted to protect him. She had no way of knowing how in earnest Adrien was, and even Luka had to admit that it looked bad when you dated for a year and were still no closer to meeting your boyfriend’s family and friends.

Anarka just didn’t understand how much Adrien stood to lose. Adrien was a celebrity with very little privacy. In a way, Adrien was protecting Luka by not publicly acknowledging their relationship.

It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t as bad as it looked from the outside either.

Luka believed in Adrien. There was no reason to doubt his love.

Luka took a deep inhale and breathed out the negative feelings caused by the argument with his mother. After several more cleansing breaths, Luka lifted his acoustic guitar into position and began to play while he waited for Adrien to arrive.

The warm, early-September air ran its fingers through Luka’s hair and carried the melody off across the Seine.

 “You’re late,” Luka observed, setting his guitar aside when Chat Noir finally landed on the ship’s deck. “Is everything okay?”

Chat shook his head, letting it hang in shame. Even his cat ears drooped, and his tail hang limp. He looked like he was going to cry.

Luka pushed himself up, going to his boyfriend, pulling Adrien into a hug. “P5, what’s the matter? Do you need to talk?”

“Y-Your room,” Chat choked, voice scratchy and raw, as if he’d already been crying.

Luka gave his boyfriend a squeeze and then let go so that he could slip his hand into Chat’s and thread their fingers together as they made their way below deck.

Adrien detransformed in the stairwell, and Luka could make out hastily applied makeup covering up, no doubt, a blotchy complexion.

Anarka was still in the main cabin reading a magazine when they came down.

Luka nodded, muttering a, “Sorry for earlier” just as Adrien replied lifelessly, “Hi, Capitaine.”

Anarka took a deep breath and shook her head. “And I’m sorry for upsetting you. I love you, so I worry, Luc,” she replied with a sigh and then turned to Adrien to nod, her tone noticeably cooler. “Hello, Adrien.”

Luka ushered Adrien into his room before Anarka could cause a scene. Adrien was obviously already upset, and he didn’t need to be pressured and guilt-tripped into coming out when that wasn’t something he was ready to do.

Adrien slipped off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed.

Luka finally got an eyeful of how bad Adrien looked. The makeup coverup job was shoddy, like Adrien had started applying concealer but then given up in the middle.

Luka toed his own shoes off, letting them rest where they fell as he too got up onto the bed, climbing over Adrien so that he was on his own side and Adrien was in the spot he had claimed as his own nearly two years before.

Luka wrapped his arms around Adrien, pulling him into a loose hug. “You okay?” he whispered.

Adrien shook his head, lips pressing together as his brow scrunched up, looking like he was about to cry again.

Luka leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Adrien’s temple. “Talk to me, Angel. What is it?”

“It’s stu-pid,” Adrien choked.

“Nothing that upsets you is ever stupid,” Luka assured, repeating, “Talk to me. Is this about your father?”

Adrien tensed and nodded. “He had me play the pieces I’m working on in my piano lessons. I…I’m such a failure.”

Finally the tears started to fall.

“Adrien, no,” Luka cooed, tightening his embrace and nuzzling Adrien’s hair. “Did he tell you that? He’s wrong.”

“I-I made all kinds of mistakes, and my interpretation wasn’t good. There were parts I couldn’t play up to tempo, and—It was just a mess, Luka,” Adrien laughed bitterly, burying his face in Luka’s shoulder to hide his shame. “I’m a mess. Father…he was so disappointed. He didn’t yell or anything. He just shook his head and said…he said…my performance was unworthy of the name A-Agreste…and that he’d expected better.”

Adrien flinched as if his father’s judgment was being delivered again in that moment.

“I’m such a failure,” Adrien muttered. “I can’t do anything right.”

Luka pulled back, propping himself up so that Adrien could see his face. He cupped Adrien’s cheek in his hand and whispered, “Shhh. None of that. You need to stop telling yourself those hurtful lies, Adrien. None of it’s true. You’re not a failure, and there are plenty of things that you can do right.”

Adrien shook his head, trying to look away.

Luka forced Adrien to meet his earnest eyes. “You’re not a failure,” he repeated firmly. “Maybe you weren’t able to play to your father’s standards tonight, but that doesn’t have anything to do with you in the long run or you as a person. Tonight didn’t go well; that doesn’t mean that it will never go well.”

Adrien shook his head. “I did my best. I’ve been practicing these pieces ad nauseum for weeks, and that was the best I could do. I don’t think I can do any better.”

Luka’s eyebrows slanted into a frown. “What pieces are you playing?”

Adrien sighed in exhaustion just thinking about the songs. “Baba Yaga and The Great Gate of Kiev from Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition and Balakirev’s Islamey.”

Luka’s jaw dropped in surprise for a second before he clenched it in anger at Gabriel Agreste. “Adrien, those pieces are hard.”

Adrien scoffed. “Tell me about it.”

“No.” Luka shook his head. “Those pieces are challenging for professionals. Islamey is literally a virtuosic show-off piece, and Baba Yaga has some difficult passages too. It’s not like The Great Gate of Kiev is a walk in the park either. Those are hard pieces, Adrien.”

“Yes,” Adrien replied, losing patience. “I know. I’ve been playing them until my fingers feel like they’re about ready to fall off. In my despair, I stare at the notes on the page until they blur together and lose all meaning. I think I get that what I’m playing is hard, Luka, but thank you for confirming my assessment.”

Luka shook his head again, replying in a soft, soothing tone. “My Love.”

Adrien’s annoyance faded as colour pooled in his cheeks at the term of endearment. Adrien loved being Luka’s “Love”.

“What I’m trying to say is that your father is being cruel and unreasonable expecting you to play at a professional level. You trying your best is more than good enough. It’s more than what should be expected. He should be proud of you for doing so well on such difficult pieces,” Luka explained gently.

“…Really?” Adrien was afraid to believe those kind, compassionate words.

Luka nodded. “Even though your performance wasn’t quote, unquote ‘perfect’, your father should have been proud of you for all of the hard work you’ve been putting in to even get to that point with the pieces. I know you’ve been learning piano since you were four, and I know there are people out there your age who play professionally already, but you weren’t born to be a professional pianist, and that’s not something you even want. The fact that you are this good at a hobby is astounding, Adrien. P5, you are amazing. You take my breath away with how amazing you are.”

Adrien laughed softly, Luka’s words going to his head and making him dizzy. “Really? You really think so?” He reached up to wipe the tears from his cheek.

“Definitely,” Luka breathed, pressing a kiss to Adrien’s forehead. “You’re such a hard worker and an extremely talented musician. You inspire me, Adrien. Your diligence and discipline are extraordinary, and your music is so authentic and full of emotion. The way you interpret pieces makes me see them in ways I’d never heard them before. You give new meaning to pieces that have been around for two hundred years, and I love your playing style. You’re not a failure just because you don’t live up to your father’s expectations. You’re a success because other people can connect with and find themselves in the music you make. You make people feel your music. You make me feel when I listen to you, and being able to touch someone like that is a remarkable talent…so get your father’s voice out of your head. You’re amazing.”

“Yeah?” Adrien whispered, leaning in until his forehead met Luka’s and their breath mingled together.

“Yeah,” Luka confirmed, sealing it with a kiss.

#Lukadrien #Lukadrien June 2020 #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Lukadrien June 2020 Day Twenty: Cuddles #Adrien Agreste/Luka Couffaine #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Mikau's Writings #Song of the Sun