#squishy space romance feels

[crissiebaby]

Sissy's First Date: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anon

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The small, two-seater boat bobbed and buckled as Becca and I boarded the vessel. Planting both feet on the creaky, wooden floor, I extended a hand back to Becca. “Why thank you, my dear, Cherry,” she said, adding a bit of snootiness to her tone for comedic effect.

Playing along, I responded, “Of course, my lady,” as I helped to lower Becca into her seat. I was happy to have our happy-go-lucky energy back. My heart fluttered as I pressed my skirt to the rear of my diaper to sit, and I wasn’t certain if it was due to the overwhelming levels of girliness, the sheer amount of squishiness, or the fact that I was cozied up with Becca in a very compact space. Though, deep down, I was pretty sure it was a bit of all three.

“Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. The use of flash photography is not permitted at any time. Thank you and enjoy the tunnel of love,” said the woman operating the ride, doing her best to sound enthusiastic after repeating the same phrase for the past several hours.

*BONK!*

The mechanism holding the boat in place unlatched, casting us off into open waters. It took no time at all for the boat to reach its gradual max speed as we were shoved along the slow-moving stream. Light receded from the mouth of the tunnel behind us whilst the growing darkness of the tunnel ahead and the slight breeze of air conditioning sprouted goosebumps up and down my forearms. The chilly air had me wanting to wrap an arm around Becca’s shoulder, both for warmth and romance. However, my plans were dashed as my date beat me to the punch, nestling me under her wing and squeezing me delicately into her torso.

A sense of fuzziness transcended upon me, overwhelming me with pure femininity. How such a simple action managed to make me feel so small and effeminate I will never understand.

Before long, the pitch-black tunnel began to illuminate as we entered the first room on our journey. Soft, ambient pop music from the 70s played overhead that paired well with the decor, which looked as though it hadn’t been updated since around the same era. Countless red and pink hearts were scattered about along the walls and strung up haphazardly, giving off the feeling that we’d been shrunken down and stuffed inside a box of conversation hearts. A minor disappointment, though I can’t say I was expecting much from a county fair attraction.

It’s not like the ride itself was where my focus was anyway. Right now, all of my attention was being dedicated to the padded beauty seated beside me. Not wanting to appear too eager, I kept my head forward, electing to use my peripheral vision to steal glances at Becca any chance I could. From her luscious lips to the way her wavy hair curled around her ear, every inch of her being was a masterpiece.

“Heh, ya know, you can do more than just look…if you want,” said Becca, drawing attention to the extended silence that had existed between us since our boat embarked. It took me a few seconds to process what she said, adding a smidge of extra blush to my face once her words finally clicked. This gave Becca even more of an opening to tease me at will. She leaned in closer, placing a hand on the top side of my thigh, “Aw, was my sweet baby hoping I’d make the first move? Hehe! You really are just a sissy baby gi-”

Suddenly, a blackness far darker than the tunnel’s entrance overtook my vision. All I could feel was a surge of electricity enveloping my lips, accompanied by a foreign, yet inexplicably pleasant plushness. It was as if my mouth was pressed against two soft, wet clouds. I let out a brief, sultry moan as I squinted my eyes open, only to be greeted by Becca’s eyes a mere inch from my own.

*Mwah!*

Pulling away, I raised my hand to my mouth, unable to shake the burning tingle that lingered from our first real kiss as a couple. I was practically in shock over my own boldness. What had I just done?! “O-Oh, my Goddess! I’m sorry! I d-don’t know what came over-” was all I got out before Becca ripped my hand away from my face and smashed her kisser into mine for a second time. The tip of her tongue stabbed at the crease of my mouth, demanding to be allowed in. I obediently parted my lips and let her have her way with me orally.

Unsurprisingly, this wasn’t the only way that Becca planned to have her way with me as the hand that she strategically positioned on my leg finally came into play. The tips of her fingers tickled my skin as she made her slow approach toward my soft, sensitive inner thigh. They pushed another moan out of me, this one much less restrained. I could feel my squelchy diaper molding around my ripening dick as it grew and made itself known.

“Uh oh, is that for me?” cooed Becca, her lips separating from mine as she explored the rest of my face and neck with her mouth. Meanwhile, her hands were continuing to forge their own expedition as her knuckles brushed against the underside of my nappy, taunting me with anticipation.

My entire body was radiating euphoria as we exited the floating hearts room and entered a more narrow corridor with blue-painted walls that had sparkly lights twinkling all around us. Paired alongside the slow-moving stream’s reflection, it was as if we were drifting through space together. Water rippled around the exterior of the boat with our passionate makeout session acting as an epicenter. “Mmmm! Do you hear all those yummy sloshing sounds? How’s about we make a few of those ourselves?” she said, her hand leaping off my lap and mashing itself into my pointed diaper. I would’ve screamed out in pleasure if her lips hadn’t sealed themselves to mine.

Weakened by her touch, I let my spine go lax and leaned back in my seat. Becca was now in complete control, a thought that served to multiply my arousal. This gave Becca the green light to shift herself onto my legs, causing the boat to rock tremendously. Once she got settled into place, she leaned in and whispered next to my ear, “I’d say I’ve teased you enough for today. Don’t want my baby getting all pent up, after all.”

“Mhmm,” I mumbled meekly, worried that I’d be too loud if I opened my mouth for even so much as a millisecond. Utilizing every ounce of strength I still possessed, I raised my arms around Becca and began caressing her hair. It was so incredibly soft. My fingers soon got lost in her locks, never wanting to leave such a silky oasis.

Becca, however, had bigger plans for my hands. Without warning, she grabbed onto my left wrist with her free hand and pulled my hand down to her chest. The instant my open palm made contact with her spongy tit flesh, all thoughts toward resisting vanished. “Ah! S-So soft!” I stuttered, my voice echoing around the star-filled landscape.

I was lucky to have Becca above me to press her hand to my mouth, suppressing my volume. “Shhhh! Don’t want the fun to end early, do we?” she asked, prompting me to shake my head back and forth in a flurry. This made her giggle but I didn’t care. I never wanted this to end and I didn’t care how much Becca knew that.

The starry corridor eventually came to an end, giving way to the Tunnel of Love’s final room. It was a brightly lit cityscape that was lined wall to wall with dolls that were matched up in couples. Some dolls were doing the kind of things people often do on dates such as dancing, ice skating, and eating at a fancy restaurant. But the majority of them were simply holding hands with each other. It was definitely weird and a little creepy to have so many eyes staring at us amid our heated embrace. Thankfully, it did nothing to derail the sexy fun Becca and I were having, especially now that we were in position to take our fun to the next level.

Bending her knees at my sides, Becca eased herself forward onto my lap and pressed her mooshy padding into mine with her hand coddling my cock in between. Unlike our first time humping diapers, I was only wearing two layers of padding. And while the added layers did make things a heck of a lot squishier, every diaper also dulled the external sensations considerably. This meant that I was defenseless as Becca’s soggy, mushy diaper butt mooshed into my lap while her delicate fingers diddled my nappy-swaddled dick. My reaction was nigh instantaneous.

“Ooh! Fuuuuuck!” I screamed with my tongue resting on my bottom lip as I shot hot semen into my cold water diaper. My feet shot upward and kicked the wooden plank in front of me, splashing water up between the boat and the wall of the river as we ebbed and weaved. I instinctively reached down and grabbed the side of the boat, only realizing that I’d let go of Becca a moment too late.

With one hand planted on my diaper and the other struggling to cling to the fabric of my dress, Becca had nothing to support her weight as the boat continued to bounce. She attempted to shuffle off my lap so that she could steady herself better but couldn’t manage to squeeze her arm out from between my diaper and her hips before her balance was completely lost. I attempted to save her at the last second by grabbing onto her as she fell but all she ended up doing was dragging me down with her.

“WoooOOOAH!”

*SPLASH!*

In a single, swift motion, our boat capsized, sending us both tumbling into the bed of water below. The knee-high fluid quickly swarmed around us, pouring into our diapers until they were filled to their maximum capacities and soaking each of our dresses thoroughly. I scrambled to climb to my feet, aiming to help Becca do the same. Tragically, I did not account for the increased weight of my waterlogged diaper, sending me toppling over Becca and drenching us for a second time.

Laughing in bursts between surfacings, Becca was in complete hysterics over our damp predicament. She swung her arm at the water in front of me, splashing me with a faceful of murky liquid. “And here I thought today couldn’t get any better,” she joked as she staggered to her feet, revealing her supremely sodden pulp balloon to me. Seeing her lewd body in such a swollen nappy with her clothes hugging her form was the absolute definition of beauty.

“You like what you see?” said Becca, peeking over her shoulder and catching me gawking. It was as if she could sense my gaze. Giggling at me as I nodded yes with my eyes wide as dinner plates, she extended her hand down and yanked me to my feet, “Fear not, I’ll give you plenty of time to see all that you want soon enough.” She punctuated her sentence by booping me on the nose, something that I couldn’t help but notice was turning into a habit.

Leaning in close, I could already feel my body compelling me to kiss Becca again. Her lips were just too addictive. “I can’t wait,” I said tenderly, pressing my chest and sopping diapers into hers as I stared into her entrancing eyes, “But I already see everything I want to.”

A line of red emerged across Becca’s nose and cheeks as well. I loved the way she blushed. I wouldn’t get the chance to see it for long, sadly, as she immediately moved to cover up her romantic embarrassment with a fiery kiss.

“Hey! We’ve got a boat with no passengers over here!” shouted the woman working the Tunnel of Love, her booming voice perfectly audible from outside the dolly room.

Becca and I snickered through the end of our kiss. “I think we should probably go,” I said, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before an awkward encounter with the boat behind us.

“Eh, we’re getting banned for this anyway. So just kiss me, dummy,” stated Becca, ignoring the annoyance of the worker running the ride and continuing to pound her lips into mine. All the while, the only thought that kept repeating in my mind was that I couldn’t imagine anyone having a better first date than this.

THE END.

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Akari: ... Why is Yada-chan invading Nagisa's personal space? (╬≖_≖) *knows it's a hug, but refusing to acknowledge it as such* Yukiko: n___n;;; W-Well... Rio was noticing how some of our friends were getting along with Nagisa-kun... Akari: She did NOT...! (╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖) Yukiko: She, um, did. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) Akari: (╬ಠ益ಠ) RIO doesn't decide who gets to date Nagisa!!!!! This was supposed to be decided amongst US...! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ) Fuwa: Well, TECHNICALLY... Once we had Nagisa's permission, all was fair in love and war? *tilts head* I think that's how it goes... (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) Akari: Not you, too, Fuwa-chan...! (❋•‿•❋)********* What happened to this "shared dating experience" thing being too weird for you guys!? Rinka: You got us curious. That's all. Like... Nagisa's not the womanizing type. Yet the three of you were willing to date him at the same time. And Nagisa seems pretty good at time management. *sees Akari's twitching violently* ... None of you seem dissatisfied. 'Course we'd wanna know more about the guy. Yukiko: n___n*** R-Rinka-chan... I thought romance wasn't for you? N-Not that being friends with Nagisa is a BAD thing...! I-It's just... unexpected? Rinka: *shrugs* He's a good listener. There's also some stuff he's nervous about bringing up around you guys, so he opened up to me first. It's not like I know more than you do, or Akari... or Rio... But it's kind of a relief when someone's just as lost as you. I'm more of a direct kind of gal, and sometimes he's anxious that being too upfront will hurt your feelings... or, I guess, Rio's feelings more specifically. She's teasing him all the time and whatnot. Yukiko: I... I see. So... you've been talking for a while...? n___n*** Rinka: The past several months, yeah. *nod, nod* He's an interesting guy. Akari: (❋•‿•❋)********* What about you, Fuwa? What else has Nagisa been keeping from us? Fuwa: I've tried showing different manga with him! (๑╹ω╹๑ ) I also wanna become a mangaka someday, so I've been showing him my work~ He doesn't get EVERYTHING I have him read... But he tries really hard to give me feedback, and he admits that he's not as passionate as I am... That's fine~! I've been getting him to share what he likes, too, so it's not all about me whenever we hang out. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Honestly, Nagisa's just a really sweet, caring guy~... It's hard not to love him. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Akari: ... Yukiko: ... Rinka: *nodding sagely* Rio: (人◕ω◕) Everyone's cool with Nagisa-kun's head buried like that, eh? He's a lucky guy~! \ (人◕ω◕) / Akari: YADA GET YOUR SQUISHY MELONS OFF HIM ALREADY!!!!!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ) Nagisa: @/////////////////@********* Yada: *blinking owlishly* O-Oh... S-Sorry, Nagisa-kun... I-I lost myself in the moment there... n___n;;; *separates...begrudgingly* Nagisa: ... Um... M-Me, too... @/////@*** *in a bit of daze as Akari and Yukiko form a blockade between them, and Rio, Fuwa, and Rinka just come up behind him* n___n*** P-Please don't fight...? Akari: No promises. (❋•‿•❋)***

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Nasty Claws But Squishy Plush!

AO3 Link - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Dice Arisugawa, Ramuda Amemura, Gentaro Yumeno

Pairing: Diceann (Dice/Ann)

Summary: Dice suddenly had the ‘smart’ idea to try one of those claw machines… Ramuda and Gentaro are forced to witness the several failed attempts yet he is unusually stubborn. But why is that? The two will find out soon enough…

Inspired by this imagine (by qilinkisser)

Tags: One Shot, Short One Shot, Plushies, Established Relationship, Mentioned Fling Posse, POV Amemura Ramuda, Mentioned Amemura Ramuda, Mentioned Yumeno Gentaro, Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Eventual Romance, Implied Relationships, Developing Relationship, Platonic Male/Male Relationships, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited

Words: 1,828

“Say Gentaro, how long has Dice been standing there?”

“I wish I could tell thee but I am at a loss.”

“Huuh… I didn’t know he was the type for this, you know. He doesn’t even have space to store them.”

“How curious, wouldn’t thou agree?”

“No, just weird.”

Honestly, it was only a matter of time until Dice would discover that there were even more ways to gamble. Sure, he would usually visit casinos, pachinko parlors or horse races and those were perhaps the most effective ways of gambling. However, an arcade also had some places where one could be gambling away, especially when it came to the well known claw machines. Maybe there were some tricks here and there but you had to be an expert or something like that. It was sheer luck because the plush you grabbed may fall down or you just don’t grab a plush in there at all. How many times did it happen to Dice? Well, Ramuda lost count when Dice hit the 10,000 yen mark. As for Gentaro, he said that he lost count after 30,000 yen. And yet Dice was incredibly stubborn today. He didn’t want to give it a rest nor did he listen to almost anything the two would say, as much sense as it would make. 

“Hey Dice, why don’t you just buy the plush? That’s less—”

“No! I can’t Ramuda! I gotta win one or it’s worthless!”

“Thou art wasting more compared to a one–time purchase…”

“So what!? I gotta get one at least! Now shut up! I’m tryin’ to focus!”

That was the deepest conversation the two had before realizing that there was no use arguing. Dice was having a thick skull moment while losing even more yen. Well, he got a bucket of yen coins from somewhere, probably won, but that didn’t make it any better. And the two were forced to watch this go down. It was almost painful, even worse than the average Dice moment. Yet he kept at it, he wanted to keep at it. The question was why he was suddenly interested in gambling for stuffies. It didn’t make any sense when looking at it on the outside. And honestly, the two others were too exhausted from watching Dice losing to really think about it. It has happened so many times…  Only a matter of time until he would turn around and—

“Oi Ramuda! Gentaro! Ya got some coins left!?” Yeah, there it was. He was asking for coins, having wasted all of them already. How bad was he at this? And how much did he waste? Honestly, both of them didn’t want to know so they were not even going to ask how much there had been in that bucket. “Or some money so I can get more coins outta it?” 

“Seriously Dice! Which plush do you want!? I’ll buy it for you!” Ramuda suddenly suggested. He was honestly just sick of watching and standing there today, just to watch Dice not getting overboard. But he didn’t really feel like it anymore so he was willing to buy it instead. Yeah sure, he’s still owed money, but this was worse than being owed anything! In fact, Ramuda should charge Dice some interest for today alone! 

“Buy it? No thanks man, I gotta do this myself.” And there it was again. No, really! “So, ya got some or not?”

“Is it truly thrilling to pull a stuffed animal from a machine?” Gentaro sighed, trying to seem calm and collected yet the exhaustion was written all over his own face.

It only earned him a confused gaze from the gambler however. “This ain’t about the thrill! But yes, it’s fun.” He responded. “Anyway, it really ain’t that. I just gotta win something outta it. Any plush will do, as long as I won it!”

“With someone else’s money?”

“Ey, don’t sweat the details!”

“This is mere fact, not a detail.”

Dice let out a quick click with his own tongue. “Fine… I'll try getting it from somewhere else. I can fill that bucket in no time.”

Maybe if he was to work for it he could…

“ ‘scuse me as I hit up another casino guys. Surely someone's got some leftovers to borrow there.”

“Another?” Ramuda repeated with a slight head tilt.

He received a nod. “Yeah. How else am I gonna get more? “

“A street performance perhaps. Or even a part time job. “ Gentaro suggested so bluntly.

“Nah, not fast ‘nough. Anyway, see ya guys. I'll be back!”

So stubborn yet keen on winning a small plush toy. Just one. Even if the price would skyrocket to the hundreds. No one could stop Dice at this rate and it continued for a few more days. He was set on this, a little too focused even. Did he suddenly turn into a plush collector? Both Ramuda and Gentaro had wondered about that. But that made no sense. It would be a sudden shift and once more, where would he even store that thing? No, there had to be a different reason. And once they were not too tired to think about it the both of them may have wasted some thought on it. Well, not for long of course because the obvious answer had hit them both at the same time. If it wasn't for himself Dice would not be trying so hard. He wasn't that type of guy, not that they remember him being the type at the very least. So there was only one option… This was for a plush collector they all knew. One they all are very close to. Just how he found out was their best guess. Maybe by chance, but what chance? Eh, that was a question they could not get answered today or anytime soon. Regardless, the outcome would be the exact same even without the answer. They were there to witness it after all. And it is a sight they both would not forget so easily… Especially since it had occurred after hundreds of yen coins were wasted.

“Ey Ann! Great timin’, I got something for ya!” Dice yelled as soon as he spotted the back of a short haired brunette and ran over. This one had heard his voice loud and clear, turning around before being suddenly greeted with a stuffed toy right in their face, before they could even say anything. What type of stuffed toy was it the gambler had won (after several failed attempts)? It was shaped like some manga figure, a… ‘Chibi’, was it? Either way, some guy with red, messy hair and blue dots as eyes. The outfit was what one of those idols would wear on top of that. An odd choice of a plush but if he won that from a claw machine. 

Regardless, they reeled a little backwards, merely by surprise and eyeing it intensely, very intensely in fact. They even narrowed their gaze for a moment before asking: “Dice… Where did you get that from?”

“Nowhere special, may have felt like playin’ on the claw machine here and there and got it, no biggie.” He responded, somewhat lying in fact. And yet he wanted to play it off as nothing special whatsoever, as if this was something he did sometimes. “Here ya go. Take it, can’t have it around me anyway.” He then shoved it into their arms, leaving them startled. At least they looked like they had seen a ghost.

“Eh!? I… I can’t take it! Not without paying–”

“Nah, ya don’t have to pay me anythin’. Just wasted… A bit, nothing unreco–”

“Not because of that! D… Do you know how much this plush is worth!?” They interrupted, leaving him staring slightly irritated now, crossing his own arms. 

“Should I?”

“Th… That’s a no…” They sighed, holding onto it all of a sudden, a little protective after checking if it got damaged somewhere, even having looked at its sign for a few seconds. “Yeah, as I thought. That’s a canceled prototype. How did that even get there?”

Huh? A canceled what? Is Ann saying that… The plush Dice won by mere chance… 

“Huh? How can a plush be a canceled prototype?” The gambler asked, even more irritated, what they were even heading at. Is he serious!?

“Well… That’s what the sign says. A prototype… Simply put, a very rare plush.”

“oh? A rare one?” He repeated before suddenly laughing. “Haha! Ain’t that great!? And the guys said I should just buy one!”

“A.. Aha… Anyway I can’t accept this.” They were about to shove the plush toy back into his arms. “You got it one way or another… So I think you should keep it. In fact, you could sell this and—”

“Oh hell no, you keep it.” He however shoved it right back into their arms, even forcing them to hold onto it by making them wrap their arms around it tightly. It left them speechless, a faint blush even showing from what the other two could tell from afar. All while Dice had a grin on his face. “I didn’t win it to sell it y’know. ‘sides, you’re collecting 'em, aren’t ya?”

“Y… yeah, bu—”

“So what if it can rack up a fortune? Screw the money, I didn’t win it to sell it.”

They couldn’t talk back, only nod ever so slightly, very meekly in fact. There was no winning this. Once Dice was stubborn, he was for sure stubborn.

“Keep it and do what you want with it. Heck, if it’s that rare go brag ‘bout it! Make everyone jealous!” He even laughed, as if the thought alone sparked him with joy. And he was the one who was gifting the little fella. 

“Uhm… Y… Yes. If you insist… I… I’l take good care of it, promise!” They nodded, managing to smile ever so slightly at the end. Maybe the endless pulling for plushies was worth it after all… Apparently to the point Dice struck gold… Almost literally.

“But I can’t just take it like that! How about I—”

“Quit it, I ain’t taking it.”

“Eh!? You’re not taking free money!?”

“Ann, I’m giving it to you! I ain’t selling that thing!”

“But I mentioned—”

“Make it up by going gamblin’ with me tonight. How about that?”

“How’s that making up for anything!?”

“Too bad, I ain’t accepting any other payment~”

“Hah!? Guh… Ok ok, fine! Yeesh… If it… Somewhat helps…”

“Haha, there we go! I knew we could be on the same page! So, you’ll take him with you?”

“And risk him getting lost? No way! I’ll keep him save in my room!”

“Eh, no showin’ off? Suit yourself~”

“Sorry that I don’t want to lose it! Well, especially since… W… Well…”

“Hm? Since what? Whaddya mean?”

“Ah— N… No, nevermind. Don’t worry about it!”

Were they about to say ‘because you gave it to me’? Hmm… Maybe, maybe not. Who knows!

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I Remember You/Hello Monster - Rant/Review

When it comes to crime/mystery kdramas - it's almost impossible to write a spoiler free rant. So I go and scream into my notes app with heavy duty paragraphs. But I will try my best here.

To give a short summary - The story follows Lee Hyun, a crime profiler's son and his brother Lee Min after Lee Hyun accidentally meets Lee Joon Young - a serial killer - as a kid. We get to see the after-effects of what happens when a serial killer finds profound sense in a child who barely knows himself.

There are a few main points that I'd really like to highlight which make this show a worthwhile watch, albeit it might not be up to everyone's taste:

The whole story is tightly paced, and takes an unconventional approach to the usual style of detective-based crime dramas that SK usually produces. The real suspense in terms of plot direction does not lie within the revealing of incidents, or identities for that matter (cause that was very easily predictable) but within the kind of choices each character arrives to despite their situation. You have all the cards on the table and it always feels like a ticking time bomb to wait for the decisions because you know what the person is capable of. And as someone who loves tightly paced mystery I initially assumed 1/3rd way through the show that I would lose interest by predicting everything. But as each episode progressed I found myself watching without feeling the impatience to hit the fast forward button. That's not an easy feat to achieve.

THE ACTING - In all caps, cause all of our protagonists and antagonists delivered by the truckloads. Especially Bogum. I've never seen Bogum as an antagonist before so it was surprisingly refreshing to watch. The performances of the antagonists were especially layered because you do find yourself wanting to believe in their delusion, find yourself understanding why they can't understand the morally wrong implications of their crimes despite all the voices of dissent around them. There's a scene mid-season where you see Bogum playing a character who looks a little too genuine while faking empathy towards someone and when the camera isolates him from the surroundings, the drop in expression sent shivers down my spine. While I observed weak moments of acting from the rest of the cast here and there, Bogum delivered 110%. Not once do you see him react in a truly unusual way, there's no awkward stumbling of lines. There's also the deliberate distinction of reasons regarding why our antagonists feel no remorse for their actions. One comes from a place of feeling wronged, while one comes from a place of consideration towards wronged people. The show knew what it wanted to be so the actors delivered the nuance with an enviable ease.

The super adorable sibling dynamics - I MEAN, you should actually look at Lee Hyun and Lee Min to get a true sample of tooth-rotting fluff that's not overdone. My heart was all squishy with all sorts of warm feelings from these two :') It's a shame that one of them is a serial killer but it also makes the dynamic more delicious cause it brings into question about how much responsibility you can shoulder regarding a loved one's actions, whether or not you're the true cause of the problem and in turn the true monster, struggling with the knowledge that your brother has no true concept of consideration, and almost deluding yourself into believing that killing people is okay as long as it's done for the right reasons even though you're fundamentally not that kind of person. Can you really stick it out and not be pulled under the grey area of apathy when there's basically no space between you and a psychopath? Can someone have redemption when they don't think they need it?

Genuine friendship between our main female lead and Lee Hyun - there's a romance subplot too but it's just a tiny part of the drama. They start off on a misunderstood note but by the time the show ends I did believe they truly understood each other and even if they never became lovers, they'd always be precious to each other.

You're given a truly open ending regarding the paths the antagonists and protagonists can take in the future. So many possibilities!

Reasons you might be put off by the drama

There's the rude-smart-boy trope with which we're introduced to Lee Hyun and it can make you want to grind your teeth with cringe cause the boy has basically no respect for the law enforcement in SK and it also undermines the genuine police work that officers put in day-in and day out. (You know that similar scene where the police work day and night to gather the facts but can't put a coherent story together but one stranger walks in, no permission whatsoever, and inserts himself into the investigation - manages to solve it in 5 min?) As the story progresses, you do see this dynamic quiet down and eventually disappear but yes. I almost stopped watching half way through ep 1 because it got on my nerves.

The minute details - What kind of cop enters a crime scene with no gloves?? There are basics we'd expect to see nailed down despite how unrealistic the investigation can be in movies and shows but my eyes were hurting looking at their hands like "ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT DESTROYING EVIDENCE RIGHT NOW, COMING IN LIKE THAT?" And a civilian being able to walk into crime scenes all the time, never being taken into custody despite always being a suspect?

There's one episode of stalking that turns out helpful later on in the show but it was almost uncomfortable how it was portrayed so harmlessly. There was no malicious intention on behalf of the stalker but something like that can have very real implications and I wish the show didn't gloss over it just cause it turned out to be useful.

While I liked that the crime and identity part of it was all predictable it might not be everyone's cup of tea.

When you see truly strong performances interspersed with weak moments in between it can throw you off the loop a little bit. But Bogum and Choi Won Young kind of bodied so much of the action and Seo In-guk also did considerably well and they carry most of the show.

This got kind of long-winded but I'm working on writing more concise and well thought out reviews as that's the end goal of starting this blog so please look forward to more improvement. Thank you for reading!

#kdrama review #tv show review #hello monster #I Remember You

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Opinion on Ships:

🌟Superman x Lois VERSUS Superman x Wonder Woman

💰BatCat vs Wonderbat vs TaliaBat?

🐦Nightwing x Kory VS. Nightwing x Batgirl VS. Nightwing VS Donna Troy

*rolls up my sleeves* Okay, this one's gonna be long, so I had to wait until I had laptop access and enough brain for it.

🌟 Superman and Lois. The power couple of the ages. Almost literally the Mom and Dad of DC Comics. They're perfect and I love them, and I genuinely can't see either with anyone else. Lois Lane is this unstoppable force of nature despite the fact that she's this squishy fragile human. Clark is a softhearted human despite the fact that he's a space alien with nigh-godlike power. It's so easy to become jaded when you're watching the news all the time. Being in the middle of it and reporting on it? Lois' heart could harden so easily. But it doesn't, because Clark is out there, tirelessly working to make the world better, and helping her to do the same. At the same time, with all the power he has, it would be really easy for Clark to just... Go dark. Become a conqueror. For the greater good, of course. But he doesn't, because Lois keeps him human and humble, keeps him grounded. They're the light in each other's lives and they both need the other to be the best versions of themselves.

🌠 With that in mind, I just don't see the same appeal in Clark/Diana, and I like them better as friends. They have the same "essentially a god" problems, and while Clark would be eager to teach Diana about life in rural Kansas and help her get her footing in Man's World... They can't counterbalance each other in the same way. I haven't read many WW comics and don't have a solid grip on Diana's personality, but they feel too similar to really work.

...This has made me very aware that Lois/Diana would be interesting though. Possibly the three of them as a triad. Hmm...

💰 Batcat, huh? I've never really been into this one, tbh, though the flirty rooftop chases and back-and-forth banter are appealing. The starcrossed-lovers angst of it is fun, but I think Bruce/Talia did that better. A solid 7/10, they work better when it's just Selena trying to get a reaction and not any kind of Serious Relationship.

✈ I couldn't find a laurel wreath emoji so Wonderbat gets a plane in honor of the Invisible Jet. I have to say, I... Kind of don't see where this one came from? The only comics-canon love interest of Diana's I'm aware of is Steve Trevor, and Bruce is just. Such a different dude. Steve Trevor was this hotshot daring pilot who loved adventure and had this debonair attitude. Bruce is... Not that. Hell, Ollie Queen makes more sense, if we use Trevor as a baseline for Diana's type. Or, like. Hal. Oh, oh cripes, gonna end that train of thought right now.

🦇 Bruce/Talia, though. Oh my god. Talia being caught between loyalty to her father's cause and loyalty to her heart. Between making her own choices and letting herself fall in love with the man her father approved of, even when she knows she'd have chosen him outside of Ra's influence. Bruce knowing she loves him and wanting to let himself love her, but knowing he has a duty to Gotham and can't let himself choose her over the city again. Talia knowing that and forcing herself to leave Bruce so he can be what Gotham needs! The drama of it all! The romance! These two were made for a soap-opera, I swear. And Talia's love for Bruce extending past him and to her stepsons??? Because why else would she have resurrected Jason and helped him through his recovery, except out of love? UGH, I can't. I just can't. They're too good. (Also baby-me heard Talia call Bruce 'My Beloved' and almost died because that was the most romantic shit I'd ever heard at age thirteen and it still holds up today.)

🐦 Dick and Kory are just... So good. They're so soft and sweet with eachother, and absolutely deadly on the battlefield. 100% the Battle Couple Blueprint. They slow-dance in the kitchen of Titans Tower and sing one another back to sleep after nightmares and just. The utter adoration and devotion and reverence. The ferocity and depth of their love and how it contrasts with how tenderly they care... I love them so much I can't form words. I'm still brokenhearted over their divorce, even if I understand why

🕸 DickBabs is such a notp of mine, actually. They grew up alongside one another, and while childhood-friends-to-lovers is a thing, it's never been my thing. And with Babs being a few years older than Dick, I just see her putting Robin squarely in the "annoying kid brother" box as kids. They're family, they don't need to be anything else.

🦅 Dick and Donna work best as what they are -- close friends who grew up together and aren't sure if they're closer to siblings or cousins, but definitely aren't romantically involved, gross. I like them having a sort of rivalry as kids, and being affectionately annoying as adults. I love them and how they look out for each other in a platonic/familial way. I like to think that half the League still calls them The Wonderkids, even though they're closer to thirty than they are thirteen.

#i have been writing this for two hours oh my god #also i know how me being anti-dickbabs on the heels of me being pro-dickory sounds but i promise it's not ... ENTIRELY related okay

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Moon Byul - Starlit of Muse

This was a very enlightening experience. First off, none of it was bad, but none of it was super great either. Every song was a 7 or an 8, which is the sign of a consistently decent album. Ultimately though, I think I learned that I just don’t care much for her solo singing voice? I think she’s an excellent rapper, and in the context of Mamamoo I adore her. But as a soloist, I’m just not sure. Average score of 7.4 which feels about right. I do wish I spoke Korean so I could get the lyrical content, so I imagine I’m missing quite a bit here.

- There’s an insane run that I’m in the middle of: Le Sserafim -> IU -> Moonbyul -> Twice -> Taeyong, all in the space of a bit over a week. That’s kpop though, it never stops. I watched the pre-release from this album, and I’ve only heard it the once.

Intro : WWUD

Lol that bass is squishy

Funky, mmm

Her voice is neat there

A proper hip hop song I guess

8/10

Think About

This is the pre-release

Still got that funk bass going on

I dunno if I buy her voice on the “i”s

Honestly I dunno if I buy her voice in the chorus either

It feels like, a bit too high? Or like it would be better if her voice was higher

Mmm, the ‘high note’ coming out of the bridge is nice

It’s more of a harmony than a high note and I appreciate that

7/10

TOUCHIN&MOVIN’

MV time

Bass

Lol wait what is this 80’s synth moment

She’s having fun

Horns moment

Why did she look like Solar right there

I don’t think I’m convinced by this either

Like, this style of song doesn’t totally fit her voice imo

Obligatory modulation I guess

The instrumentation is top tier though, disco vibes

And then she takes her headphones off, stands up, and … looks?

7/10

Like A Fool

Lofi vibes, this is neat

Kinda wish her voice was distorted more to fit it

I like her voice in this range a lot more

Oh my god the sax moment is exactly it lmao

8/10

Attention Seeker

And now we bring out the guitars

Yeah, I dunno, maybe I just don’t vibe with her singing voice in general?

I did quite enjoy the last song though

The random chip synth in the pop rock song though

It sounds very Radio Disney to me, but her voice just isn’t it imo

7/10

NOLTO

I dunno how I feel about this one. I just listened to the whole thing, I had no comments, but I’m not actually sure how to rate it

7/10

After Sunset

Dramatic

Oh is it a ballad?

I actually like her voice a lot more here

The little harmony moments are super nice

8/10

Timeline

Well this is a super cute vibe, with the guitar and the synth

Subtly latin, alright

Yeah, the empty chorus is really nice actually

Hmmm I dunno about that high note

Such a nice vibe though

8/10

Dark Romance

LAlALAlalalALALLalalaA lmao

Oh hey, a rap song

And yet for some reason her voice feels too soft for this song

Yeahhh and I dunno about the high lines either

This song really reminded me of something but I just couldn’t figure it out

7/10

GOLD

Bass

Lol this album has so much “Bass” on it

I love the “ohhh”s

This kinda reminds me of Feels Like Summer

I don’t know a lot of r&b with this type of vibe but that’s exactly the vibe I’m getting

OHH she’s not saying “ohhh” she’s saying “gold” lmao

8/10

Memories

Anime intro moment

Lmao no wait this is literally anime intro moment

My only knowledge of ONEWE is that they’re also under RBW and they have a brother group called ONEUS, because there’s a pair of brothers split between the two

Are they saying ‘10, 9’?

7/10

Without

Piano, nice and soft

Is it another ballad?

It is

This actually feels kind of IU to me

Oh now it’s kind of slow jammy with that drum kit

I also feel like I’d particularly appreciate these songs better if I knew Korean

Like, no doubt Moonbyul is a very capable lyricist, and I’m definitely missing that

7/10

#album #kpop #Moon Byul #Mamamoo

[bylightofdawn]

Fanfic snippet

This made me feel very squishy writing it so I have to share it with the world. Longing and UST are just....-vibrates into another plane of existence- Look, I just love it. I know it can be handled poorly and end up bring a bit cringe if not handled correctly. But I grew up reading silly Regency romances and it definitely left it's mark on me. And something about the soft intimacy of just touching hands is better than 90% of sex scenes I read. (This is prolly compounded by the whole being ace and I know not everyone feels the same way).

But...-lip bite- Give me those saucy lingering touches and furtive glances which finally end in gazes catching and they spend a stupid amount of time just looking into each other's eyes. Give me all the tropey cringe I want it all.

The realization that Cahir was awake and he’d lost the gray almost deathly pallor sank in and the elf immediately pushed his still aching body up.

“You’re awake, how are you feeling?” The concern was plain to see on his face as he looked down at his friend. Cahir managed a tired-looking smile and for the first time in the better part of a week, his eyes actually looked clear and focused.

“Better, thanks to you.” He said a little hoarsely.

“Thank the healers, they did all the hard work.”

“And you rode through a blizzard to get me here, you rescued me from Aretuza. I owe you my life, Gallatin.” Cahir said seriously and reached across the space between the two narrow beds to touch Gallatin on the wrist. He was being careful to avoid the bandages wrapped around the elf’s hands. “I won’t forget it.”

Something about the way the human said that, felt more like an oath than a simple statement. Gallatin didn’t know how he felt about the idea of the human owing him any sort of life debt. Their friendship had always held an element of playful competitiveness but real debt and keeping count of when one saved the other’s life? That wasn’t something they did.

“And I probably owe you for saving my hide more than once. Who is keeping count?” He tried to play it off like a joke but he could tell by the way Cahir’s mouth thinned into a frown that the human wasn’t going to accept that.

“This is different, and you know it. No one else would have gone to such lengths to save my life. Just accept the debt, your pointy eared bastard.” The last bit was said with another tired attempt at humor.

“Fine, if it will shut you up, your blunt-eared savage,” Gallatin responded in kind and something in his chest loosened. He carefully turned his arm underneath Cahir’s grip and shifted until their fingers lightly laced together.

The temptation to ask him about the kiss was overpowering but Gallatin still hadn’t made up his mind on whether he was going to press the human about it. Besides, he was still sick and he didn’t want to Cahir to break out in another coughing fit midway through their conversation so he shelved it mentally for now.

Soon enough, the cabin door creaked open and the healer from last night, Fiona, stepped in carrying a tray filled with steaming hot soup and Gallatin reluctantly released Cahir’s hand.

#el writes #witcher fanfic #fanfic snippets #gallahir #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #gallatin

[claylilies]

The Alliance:

So this world was built with the purpose of creating an obstacle to romance – something preventing the two characters from getting together immediately and giving an excuse to write a bunch of pining and slow-burn scenes. I also wanted something unique, an invented cultural reason rather than existing ones like class differences or homophobia.

I decided on a setting that’s a mix between superhero and fantasy. Superhero because the divide between those with superpowers and those without would be the foundation of the obstacle to romance. Fantasy because the structure of the society was quite different from our own and that’s a bit easier to convey when everything about the world is a bit different.

The obstacle itself I wanted to be more internal than external. I wanted the characters to be struggling with themselves and the ideas their culture has implanted in them more than other people in the culture saying they can’t do that. And so it turned out to be a sort of asymmetrical attitude towards romance, with superpowered individuals supposed to embody this sort of martial might that is immune to squishy feelings, while the non-superpowered folks are encouraged to be flirty and colorful. Romance between the two castes wouldn’t be forbidden, or even considered odd, but such romances would tend to take a sort of unequal, push-pull shape. Conflicts would arise if that shape wasn’t what one or both of the characters really want.

Characters:

Emmi is a powerful telekinetic. Seeing little use in using her hands when her mind is more than up to the task, objects have a tendency to reposition themselves in her presence. Doors open as she approaches them, food and drink serve themselves up to her mouth without use of utensils, and even people are gently repositioned to better preserve her personal space.

Her powerful presence and calm demeanor, while very intimidating, is mostly used as a guise for the fact she never really learned how to talk to people properly. She’s somewhat lonely and secretly values the idea of romance.

Reslynn consistently makes the questionable decision to flirt with superpowered women. There’s a thrill to it – women with unimaginable martial might, but little defense against romantic attention. But, it’s all fun and games until someone lights you on fire with their mind in a fit of poorly managed fluster.

Beyond being a thrill-seeker, Reslynn is a skilled ambassador. She values connections between people and the well-being of her wide circle of friends and family.

[missgreentelepath]

💋 James D

M’gann was caught of guard, mostly by the uncharacteristic boldness than the action itself. When it came to emotions and her partner, he had a difficult time dealing with the more sappy sweeter ones.  But as he pressed his lips against her the shock melted into bliss. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pulled him closer just for a moment enjoying the feeling. It was like pop rocks and soda in her heart and stomach, fireworks and bubbles everywhere. “Wooow.” She expressed pulling away in a happy daze, her lips curved into a goofy sincere smile.

“I mean...Um...What?” The moment lasting long enough for her to realize that James Darkholme had actually initiated a kiss between the two. JAMES DARKHOLME KISSED HER. Did this mean that they shared the same feelings? M’gann had long ago admitted to herself that she had romantic feelings towards her socially awkward but sincerely sweet partner. Yet for the good of the missions and the fear of rejection, she had always danced on the edge of flirting and friendly with him. Now it seemed as if perhaps she could be honest?

#wickedwritingswickedgame #fuggin got all the feels now #squishy space romance feels #jamesdarkholmealternate #v: busted by torchwood #ship: my favorite agent

[demonicheadcanons]

Obey Me Undateables / Side Dishes and Little Affections

AN: The last post for the brothers was ridiculously popular and this was requested so! Here we go. Just little ways the undateables are affectionate to the MC. Romance-coded but not for Luke bc he’s baby. I did this on mobile so forgive me for any formatting issues, and for the lack of a read more!

As you may have seen, I struggled a lot with Solomon because I really view him as being indifferent. I’m sorry if his is a little underwhelming! I also wrote this differently from the last one because I forgot how I formatted it, sorry ;u;

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Diavolo

- He’s busy all the time. Like truly, this man rarely gets a break, and even when he does, his mind is still tick-tick-ticking away. Crawl into his lap and hold his face in your hands and he’ll finally relax, you can see the clouds clear away from his eyes. He kisses your forehead and holds your face in return, shining again. It only takes a few moments for him to settle completely, to shut off all his worries.

- He really just,,, likes to pick you up? So long as you’re not absolutely terrified he’ll completely randomly walk up to you and lift you up and carry you around with him or just hold you there. Bonus points if you wrap your arms around his shoulders and / or bury your face into his neck. Extra bonus points if you kiss or nuzzle against his cheek. His grin is so wide and bright it could light up the whole Devildom. Additionally, if you run and jump at him he will drop everything to catch you, no matter what. He has not and will never fail to catch you, and it makes him laugh so hard you can feel it in the way his arms and chest shake as he holds you.

- He likes to lay down beside you and link pinkies. It’s so soft, such a delicate little thing, and yet you trust him enough to let him do that. The minimal contact makes it feel even more special to him, there’s no pressure there. You’re close and he has a reminder of your presence beside him and it’s enough, it’s enough.

- With Diavolo, if you decide to teach him cute human things, you might regret it later, because he remembers them all. You put your palm out once, telling him that he’s supposed to rest his chin there, and from then on he’ll do it immediately. He will also expect you to do it too, and his timing is completely random. You’ll be talking to Barbatos and he’ll hold his hand out and wait for you to rest your chin in it. When you do, he pokes at your cheek with his thumb and walks off again.

- Please play cute games with him. Farming games like Stardew Valley or things like Terraria and Minecraft, or the Sims, or anything like that. He also doesn’t mind matches on more competitive games, but he likes to relax and make a house or a farm with you, and his reactions to everything is adorable; you two make Sims and he cheers when they get married, and even if they’re not representing you two and are just random Sims, he jokes about how you should do that too someday. He’s amazing at games that are strategy based, but prefers to play anything else so he can relax and not think for a while.

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Barbatos

- Random tickles. It’s completely unexpected and he is very sneaky - the first few times it’ll catch you heavily off guard, and even after that it’s hard to predict when you’ll feel his gloved hands brush against your sides. He’s an expert at guessing where someone is ticklish, and abuses that power when alone with the people he loves (namely you!)

- Food fights but on a small scale. He’ll walk past you in the kitchen and brush flour across your face, disguising it as him simply being affectionate as he passes by, a reminder that he cares about you and is thinking about you even as he works. His movements are graceful and confident as always, to the point where it’s actually quite hard to even realise what he’s done. He will consider telling you before you leave the kitchen. He really will consider it.

- Similarly, if his hands are wet, just before drying them off he’ll flick water in your direction and then act like he has no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he just did that. Really, MC, why would he do that? He’s been so busy cooking, and you’re accusing him of doing something so childish?

- He quite likes just, holding you up and carrying you around but in a different way to Diavolo. Instead of Princess carries, it’s more like if you jump onto someone and wrap your legs around their waist and your arms around their shoulders? He loves carrying you around like that. Cling onto him! He’s not fond of having you cling to his back, but his sides or front is fine.

- Barbatos tends to keep an eye on you and it’s really hard to tell, but if you’re in the same room as him he’s keeping tabs on what you’re doing. You could swear he has eyes on the back of his head, because he always seems to know what you’re up to. In reality, he really just likes seeing how you look when you’re focused, or, alternatively, when you’re completely zoned out and off in space, thinking of something completely random and irrelevant to the current situation. He’ll come up and tap your forehead and smile at you when it looks like you’re back in the room again.

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Solomon

- Solomon isn’t super affectionate and he’s not really an acts of kindness kind of guy. The most important thing for him is proximity; he doesn’t need you pressed up against his side all the time, but he likes having you in the same room as him as often as possible. You spend your evenings in his room in Purgatory Hall, laying or his bed or working at his desk, as he busies away with some new spell or writes down results of experiments with different potion ingredients. He doesn’t bother thinking too hard about it and just accepts it, but the reality is that it’s very calming and comforting for him. He’s also not someone who worries much about being judged or anything, so regularly having another person around doesn’t bother him.

- He asks for your input a lot. Simply put, he wants to hear you talk, and he’d love to know what makes you tick and how your brain works. “What do you think of this?” “How do you think Satan would react if...” and so on. So many ‘what if’ questions that it might make your head spin, because he’s always playing a game in his head of ‘what would happen if...’ despite rarely following through with it outside of experimenting with his magic and potions, and he wants to involve you in it too.

- Solomon doesn’t mind holding hands, and likes to play silly games when you are. Things like having thumb wars, or he’ll tangle his fingers up with yours and watch, amused, as you try and fail to pull your hand from his grip. Afterwards he’ll hold your hand with both of his and run his fingers and thumbs over it to soothe you. He also likes to just rest his hand on top of yours when you’re sitting beside each other.

- He’s going to try to be affectionate if it’s something you seem to want, and just out of curiosity. The one thing that sticks is that, if you’re cooking for him (because he’s not allowed to) he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind, his chin in your shoulder as he watches whatever you’re doing. He’ll blow air at the side of your face or at your fringe / bangs if you have them, so long as you’re not doing anything too dangerous and aren’t at risk of getting seriously injured.

- Bonus: If Solomon calls you and says “try this” or “drink some of this” don’t do it. Or at the very least, ask about any possible effects first. Moreso for food than for potions; he’ll find a way to reverse the potion, but the memory of eating his food will be stuck with you forever.

- Bonus bonus: Solomon loves giving you squishy hugs but he will squeeze you too tight and he will laugh even if he feels your spin click against his arms as you yelp. He won’t hurt you, but he will squeeze you hard enough that breathing will be difficult for a moment. You can tell from his smirk that he doesn’t feel guilty at all.

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Simeon

- Simeon likes having you play with his hair. The way you twirl strands of hair between your fingers and try and fail to make a mess of his soft locks, which always return to their place no matter how hard you try to stop them. Bonus points for innocently wandering fingers that brush down the sides of his face, thumbs and fingers that ever so lightly brush along his cheekbones or around and under his jaw. He relaxes into your touch, eyes fluttering closed before he opens them just enough to smile at you, silent but oh so visibly delighted.

- If he knows it won’t make you sick and it’ll wipe off, he actually quite likes to draw on your hands and arms. He’ll let you do it in return, of course, but simple doodles and patterns, hearts and diamonds and sweet little reminders you’ll see later when you have to wash them off.

- Laying on your stomachs with your sides pressed together on a thin, soft blanket, knees bent and legs swinging in the air as you both read the same book. Simeon always finishes the pages first and so you take charge of just turning the pages, until he mumbles that he had lost focus - he’d been too busy watching your expressions, almost lulled to sleep by listening to your gentle breathing and wondering if you were enjoying the story and what your thoughts on it were, trying to piece it all together without disturbing you.

- You pass him at RAD or out in the Devildom and you don’t necessary stop, but he always waves, and god is it impossible to ignore how he lights up. His eyes gleam and he looks so, so happy just to see you and be reminded of your existence and if you’ve been unsure before about how truthful he’s being when he says he loves you and adores being around you, that look on his face will erase all your doubts. He’s beautiful and he’s glowing and it’s because he saw you!

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Luke

- It’s an obvious one but baking together! Making cakes and decorating them. Letting stress out as you knead bread, experimenting with making different types of pastries. One time you make a batch of cupcakes and decorate them to look like dogs and he feels really sad when people eat them but he’s proud all the same, and he likes that he gets to feel proud around you.

- He acts like he’s indifferent, but he quite likes when you call him your brother. If you call him your little brother, he’ll protest because he’s hundreds of years older than you in reality, but he allows it after a while. So long as he can call you his big sibling in return, it’s worth it. If any of the brothers tease him over being the little brother, he remarks that at least you trust him and care for him so much as to call him your brother. None of them can really respond to that.

- Pat! Him! On! The! Head! Adjust his scarf! Fix his hat! He doesn’t understand why he enjoys it so much, but then Simeon points out that it probably makes him feel cared for, and that’s absolutely it. No teasing works or harsh gestures, just little acts that show you care about him or are thinking about him. It makes him feel so safe and happy.

- He always remembers things on your schedule for you, from little reminders that you might forget about to big important events. The only other person he does that for is Simeon, so it’s really a big deal for him - he shows enough interest to listen to you and remember all the little details you tell him, and then to reach out to you and make sure you remember or just to say he hopes you have a good time. If it’s something stressful, he might not message beforehand, but he’ll show up when it’s over with some treats and act like he just happened to be baking today and had some to spare.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #my headcanons #obey me undateables #obey me Diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #my writings #this is enough for now right? ;u; #fluff #hhh I don’t feel so sure about this one I’m sorry if it’s bad. I know the for #formatting is awful * #if you wanna be tagged in longer headcanon posts in future or even small fluff posts let me know!

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

thinkin more abt them la squadra were'd wolfs........

ok so reader recently moved into this little forest town b/c the quiet helps hone their skill as a spirit medium

they're renting out a tiny lil house in one of the more 'suburb' parts of town. la squadra r neighbours in the woods, they have a lodge with enough space for all of them that they call the 'big house' where some live permanently (risotto and formaggio at the very least but probs more) and the rest at least live nearby, the big house is like. the pack's home base

sorlato have their own little cabin in a creepy part of the woods lol and illuso and ghiaccio just like their space so they have their own places too, illuso probably lives closest to you but none of them are very far

formaggio lives at the big house partly b/c he has a kitty (little feet) and doesn't want to just leave him alone half the time + cats don't like going back and forth. little feet absolutely loves you.

they have a lot of space since they live in the woods n stuff and eventually they decide to get some chicken friends. they have what is essentially a void chicken (blessed by a witch). her name is metallica and she is risotto's baby. catch him cradling her in his arms and she has this ominous aura about her and her little chicken warbles echo in a terrifying way but ris is just like shhh baby i know i will get u ur treats

ris and mel both go into the city a lot, ris works at a body mod parlour and mel is at university gettin one of them fancy degrees. melone takes you on motorcycle rides 😍

GHIACCIO TAKES U ICE SKATING ON ONE OF HIS FAVE PONDS IN THE WOODS WHEN ITS WINTERTIME OOOOGHNGKGHN

ok so some wolves. i feel like sorlato are the ones most likely to come pester you on the full moon if you're not hanging out with the pack already, you'll hear scratching at your front door and lo and behold there's two of your wolf boyfriends. open the door a tiny crack and sorbet will just shove right in like he owns the place and kiss your hand and gelato bounds in with the big wagging werewolf tail that threatens to knock everything off ur shelves and will want to play wrestle u (gently, cause ur his adorable squishy human and he'd never want to get too rough)

sorbet's wolf is big but sleek with fur so black it's almost blue. gelato is smaller and scruffy with more honey-coloured fur. get ready to be snuggled between two wolf bfs and then wake up between them on the living room floor cause they didn't fit anywhere else but now they're human-shaped and nakey lol

ghiaccio's wolf is all white and very fluffy. risotto's wolf is also very fluffy and HUGE and nearly all black but for a lil white patch on his chest. formaggio's wolf is such a pretty russet colour and illuso's wolf is VERY pretty just like him, with rich brown fur that's very very soft. you also don't know how he can still manage to look like he's smirking like he knows all your secrets while sitting so nicely with his tail over his pawbs. you've probably told him he's almost foxlike and he's like [indignant chuff]

also for the ones who have tattoos you can still see em if you part the fur enough but good fucking luck doing that with risotto's wolf cause his fur is so thick

so since wolfy things work as a cycle that follows the moon the lead up to the full moon probably has all of them at high energy so u got nine werewolf boyfriends who's teefs and claws and glowing eyes and pointed ears are a constant for a couple days and they're all going brrrr

then they chill out once they've gotten all their energy out but it's really cute and funny

also also i want more minor appearances from other characters too. im picturing formaggio and squalo as coworkers, they're bartenders at the local pub so a bunch of y'all go to hang out there a lot, squalo is maybe a merman??? he has shark teefs. tiziano is his witch boyfriend who is also always there.

MAGIC!! ROMANCE!!! FRIENDSHIP!!!! WILDERNESS!!!!! CHICKENS!!!!!!

#YEAH!!!!!! #risotto nero #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #squalo #tiziano #la squadra #la unita #vento aureo #long post -/ #werewolf pack AU

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Productivity

Prompt: if you’re still open to prompts could you write some Roman-centric hurt/comfort? Maybe with him overworking himself and Logan finding him?

Thanks for the prompt, babe!

Read on Ao3

Pairings: Logince, can be platonic or romantic you decide, implied mociet, implied parental anxciet and moxiety

Warnings: Roman’s pretty hard on himself, so self-doubt, self-destructive tendencies, can be interpreted as self-harm if you squint but nothing graphic/explicit, self-esteem issues, sympathetic dark sides

Word Count: 5850

Roman is loud. Roman is extra. Roman is brimming with all the trimmings and trappings of an extravagant parade and it is impossible to ignore him when he walks into a room.

 After all, when you’ve only got 0.5% of a day to make yourself count, you learn not to let a single second of it slip by.

Roman has to be perfect for that 0.5%. He can’t slip up even once or he risks that 0.5% slipping away entirely. He has his ideas, he has his witty barbs prepared, he has his improv skills ready, and he never stops moving. Which means the other 99.5% has to be used very wisely.

 He has to get the ideas thought up, drafted, edited, and ready to be passed off. He has to be primped and coiffed and never look for a second that he’s been caught off guard. He has to work.

 Logan’s the one with the schedule, anyone will tell you that. It’s up on his wall, perfectly ordered and color-coded with half a dozen dry erase markers and post-its next to it, all ready to go the instant it needs to be adjusted. Logan’s discipline is evident in the way he speaks, dresses, acts, it’s right there for the world to see.

 Roman’s discipline is in the hours and hours he spends in front of his computer, or with a pen in his hand, or with the sword at his side. It’s in the way his fingers beat out anxious rhythms against the keys or forget what letters are supposed to look like halfway through writing a word. It’s in the way he can sit down for six hours and write and write and write until his eyes are strained but the words are here.

 Patton worries when that happens, knocking on Roman’s door with his voice full of concern, food, water, even just a hug. Roman always hollers at him to come in only to bounce from one corner of the room to the next as he tries to figure out what to write next, how to hit the next plot point, or barely looks up from his frantic typing as he assures Patton that yes, he’s fine, thank you for asking, yes, he’s taken breaks, he’s just so close to a stopping point then he’ll give him a hug, okay? Patton leaves reassured and Roman’s fingers fly. He doesn’t come by that often so it’s okay.

 He can’t start tasks and not finish them. He has so much to do that it’s not worth starting one thing and leaving it off because he’ll forget it. Better to sit there and see something all the way to the end than get interrupted and start something else and risk forgetting what he was going to do. So he has to work through it, get into that zone where all he has to think about is the rhythmic click-click-click of the keyboard and making sure his words machine is going going going. And if that means sometimes he looks up and it’s only been ten minutes or he looks up and it’s been a whole hour, well. Push through. Once he’s in the zone he can just go. It’s just a matter of getting there.

 Roman’s quite proud of the way he’s built his schedule, if he does say so himself. Once he gets into the zone and works he can get all the projects he needs to get done in a day dusted and dried, set aside for review or further brainstorming. After all that, it’s normally near his 0.5% time, so he dusts himself off and wears that big smile and rides the high of a job well done to fuel his princely persona until the 0.5% is over. If it’s just dinner, it’s done by the time the meal is over. If he’s spending a little time with the others, they normally tire of him before it runs out. If it’s movie night, well…it’s dark. And he can sit away from everyone else.

 It’s a very efficient system. Logan would be proud.

 Except, well…

 Okay. Here’s the thing.

 Roman’s Creativity, yes, but he’s also Passion, Desire, Romance, a lot of things.

 He’s also the Ego.

 That makes him…squishy.

 It’s not that he can’t take criticism, far from it—criticism and feedback is one of the things that makes everyone better. It’s just that he…okay, this is going to sound really stupid, but he’s just…he’s just very bad at receiving any sort of feedback, okay?

 Compliments are wonderful and make his chest all warm and fuzzy but they also make his face flush redder than his sash and make him want to be very, very small. Positive feedback makes him want to skip to the end to find out what else he needs to do or shrink away from the bright spotlight he’s suddenly found himself in.

 No feedback is awful. He wants to make a difference, to do something, talk about something with someone. He wants to be here, to be present, to talk and listen and create. He can’t create in an empty room.

 Constructive criticism is…hard.

 It’s so fucking stupid. He knows everything isn’t perfect. Nothing’s ever really finished, it just gets to a point where you’ve used it to say what you need it to say at that moment and you let it go. And he needs help to get it there before he gives it up, he knows this, he knows this.

 And it’s not even that it comes as only things he needs to work on. It’s always both strengths and weaknesses—sorry, things that could be better—it’s not like it's just a pile of ‘stuff you did wrong.’

 And most of the time it’s good feedback. It makes him a better creator, helps him understand his audience more. And it’s genuinely really insightful, like they obviously took time to understand the work and think about it and want it to be more like what he wants it to do. They care and it’s obvious and it shows and Roman really should understand this because he makes fun of the things that he loves.

 So why, please, Roman would like to know, why is he hunched over his desk with his head on a book as his throat tears itself raw?

 His lungs are screaming at him to get air and he’s gasping at nothing, his nose way too stuffed up to do anything other than dribble horrifically all over his work. His gaze is focused on nothing. The letters in front of him blur into meaningless black squiggles. Spit drips out the side of his lips. His hands clutch at nothing. And his chest aches so so bad.

 One of his hands comes up to clutch at the front of his costume. The sash groans in protest. He can hardly feel the indents of his knuckles. He pushes harder. It still just hurts. Why does it hurt?

 He spent six hours writing this idea from scratch. He poured over and over this thing until his eyes felt like they were going to fall out of his head and he worked so hard. And he—he thought he did good.

  It’s did ‘well,’ Roman.

 Roman winces, another wave of—oh hey, he’s crying. When did that happen?—another wave of tears spilling behind his eyes, making them ache too.

 It was the only idea of the last batch that everyone wanted and—and Thomas asked for it to be done and he wanted to have time to work on the other things that Thomas wasn’t sure about and make it so Virgil didn’t have to stress about everything and he worked so hard on it and it was—he thought it was good and he’s being so fucking ridiculous right now.

 Logan has said parts of it were good. He’d complimented Roman on how much he’d been able to write in such a short amount of time. He’d asked if Roman would want to talk about some of this stuff in greater detail at a later time because he’d been interested and obviously Roman had opinions and things to say about it.

 And that counts for something, or at least it should.

 But…but Logan had also said that the framework was wrong.

 The framework was wrong. That—that was the whole point of the story. The framework was supposed to convey the message and the message was supposed to come across and it doesn’t matter that Logan thought some of the stuff was good because it was made to suit the framework that Roman thought they wanted but it’s not which means he has to rework the whole thing entirely because it’s not what they wanted and—

 And Logan said it should be reorganized which is not how a story works because he can’t just cut and paste things to fit where he wants them because he has to make sure it works and it makes sense and if he has to rewrite the structure and the message then he—he—

 He has to start over.

 A wracked sob tears its way out of Roman’s throat, right into the pages of the book. Six hours. Six hours. Down the fucking drain. He could’ve—he could’ve spent that time doing other things or fixing other things or—

 Or, he thinks bitterly, one hand still clutched to his aching chest, you could’ve just done it right the first fucking time.

 God, he’s going to have to do so much work to catch up. He’s—he’s going to have to put off writing that short story, making sure that idea was polished, making sure that—

 He has so much work to do.

 By the time he raises his head from the book, his head is tingling. His fingers lose sensation as he moves and his entire chest feels like it's held together by the weakest threads. He has to let his head drop back to the gross wet spot he’s left in the book just to avoid a horrible head rush. A few slow, shuddering breaths later, and he sits back in his chair.

 He’s actually quite proud of himself, he thinks absentmindedly as he looks for his tissue box. He does remember when he started crying. It was during the feedback with Logan.

 Logan said that entire sections needed to be cut. Something in Roman’s chest had snapped when he heard that. They were…this story was his darling.

 They’re all his darlings, but this one, so new, so…so fresh was still living in his chest, right next to his heart.

 His voice hadn’t slipped once. Even as tears ran down his face he hadn’t slipped. Then Logan had realized it was later than expected and apologetically left Roman in the common space. Had to get to another meeting. That was fine. Roman could get away with a much terser goodbye and Logan didn’t look too hard at his face.

 He has so much work to do.

 If he puts it off he’s never going to want to pick it up again and the dread of it will poison him. Poison Thomas. He can’t have that. They’re already behind schedule. He’s already behind schedule.

 If he starts doing this now he won’t be able to stop. He’s not in the right space and he doesn’t know if he can force himself into the one he needs to be in. Just the thought of looking at his notes, with the handwriting getting worse and worse is enough to make his fingers tremble. The thought of looking at Logan’s precise comments in bright, bold, unmistakably incorrect red pinches right under his throat.

  It’s alright, Roman. You’ve done good work. Especially for a rough draft.

 This wasn’t supposed to be a rough draft.

 He glances at the clock. It’s been too long. He has to do something.

 He doesn’t wash his face off or drink water. He doesn’t eat. He has somewhere to be in half an hour and he has to do something.

 Roman’s fingers are clumsy on the keyboard. The words aren’t words. He opens the draft and shakily creates a copy. He can’t hurt his sweetheart. He can’t.

 He can maim the fuck out of a copy, though.

 Each section that disappears in a merciless click of the delete button makes the ache in his chest worse. So much work. So much time. So much of Roman. Gone. Not right. Worthless.

 He has so much work to do.

 Roman pointedly covers the clock on his computer with a folded up post-it note and sets an alarm for when he needs to get ready to go meet with Remus. He puts his head down and works, blinking when he can’t see the screen through his tears. He…he can’t make this work, not with the corrections that Logan wants, not with the time he needs to make up. He has to start over, almost completely, which means back to the drawing board. New outline, new readings, new interpretations, new everything. Because it’s not what they wanted and Roman has to be what they want.

 Two minutes until he has to go meet with Remus he gets up and blows his nose. Quick glance in the mirror, it doesn’t look like he’s been crying. Grab what he needs to. Make sure this is in fact what he’s supposed to do.

 Roman’s one act of true cowardice is making sure Janus isn’t around.

 Remus doesn’t notice anything wrong, and if he does, he doesn’t say anything.

 Good.

—————————————————————

 Logan sighs, adjusts his glasses, and closes his laptop. It’s been a productive day and he has precisely thirteen minutes before he’s required downstairs to bake with Patton. They’re making blueberry muffins tonight, as requested, and Logan has secured permission to be absent from the movie marathon.

 He gets up and makes his way to his schedule wall, picking up his pack of markers as he goes. Light blue for Patton, dark blue for himself, purple for Virgil, yellow for Janus, green for Remus, and red for Roman. He frowns, noticing that he has to press a little harder than anticipated to get Virgil’s marker to show up.

 Logan sinks out to Remus’s room, ducking a chunk of flying viscera and quickly conjuring an umbrella for himself.

 “Remus?”

 “That is me,” Remus cackles, hanging upside down from…what looks to be a chandelier constructed entirely out of viscera and a partially decomposed sperm whale skeleton. His face appears under the brim of Logan’s umbrella. “What brings you here?”

 “Do you still have the pack of markers I lent you?”

 “No! I used those up ages ago.”

 Logan pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dare I ask why?”

 “You remember how we talked about how if you do the simple science experiment of emptying a highlighter into water then putting flowers in it to make them glow in the dark?”

 “...yes?”

 “Did you know you can do the same with octopuses?”

 …now, we don’t have time to unpack all of that…

 “Enjoy your chandelier, Remus,” Logan sighs, sinking out and promptly disposing of the umbrella. He adjusts his tie and makes sure nothing splattered his glasses and starts toward Roman’s room. He would ask Patton but that might lead to starting the baking earlier than expected and, if he’s being honest, Logan does not currently have the wherewithal to do that quite so soon. He just needs to pick up a new purple marker and go back to his room.

 He doesn’t actually know what he expected to find.

 Maybe it was a Roman sprawled across his bed, idly toying with something, or across the floor with several pens strewn about him. Or at the computer, laughing at the screen with his feet up or fiddling with something.

 Maybe it was an empty room, Roman in the Imagination, or even Roman upset about some of the comments he’d made earlier.

 He knocks on the door and frowns when it creaks open.

 “Roman?”

 Logan pushes the door open and looks around. Roman’s not here. There’s water running in the bathroom. He knocks on the door louder.

 “One moment!”

 The bathroom door opens and Roman appears. “Logan. Is there something wrong?”

 “One of my pens has dried up and I’m seeking a replacement.”

 Something flashes across Roman’s face too quick to accurately pinpoint and in a flash, a new pack of markers sits in Roman’s hand.

 “Thank you.”

 Roman nods and turns, sitting at his desk and shuffling through a few papers. When Logan doesn’t move for a few moments, Roman looks back up.

 “…is there something else?”

 “No, I just…” Logan tilts his head. “Are you alright, Roman?”

 “I’m performing within acceptable limits,” Roman jokes, even as his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, “just…trying to get this done before the z—um. Before we have to go downstairs. Thanks for baking for tonight, I, uh, I know you won’t be staying for the movies so I should probably say thank-you now, right?”

 “Roman,” Logan interrupts softly, “Roman, what were you going to say?”

 “Hmm?”

 “You cut yourself off. You were going to say ‘before’ something that wasn’t going downstairs.”

 “Was I?”

 “Roman.”

 Roman’s fingers falter on the keyboard for barely a second. “Don’t you want to get in some more rest before baking,” he tries, “I know you’ve expressed that helps you before.”

 “I would, but I would also like to know what you were going to say.”

 Roman worries his bottom lip. “…can’t I just finish working, please?”

 Logan looks around. Something is wrong.

 The door barely squeaks as Logan shuts it, glancing around to make sure no one else is sneaking by or within earshot. He turns back just in time to see Roman recovering from a horrible flinch. Without meaning to, a soft comforting noise escapes his throat.

 “Roman, what’s—“

 “I’m fine, Specs.”

 “Yes, I can tell from that tone of voice that you are completely and utterly fine.”

 “You know I’m pretty sure sass is an emotional response.”

 The corner of his mouth quirks up and he walks closer, setting the pack of markers down on the corner of Roman’s desk and folding his hands in front of him.

 “Roman,” he tries again, “what’s wrong?”

 Roman’s hands tighten into fists on his keyboard. He barely glances up at Logan. “It’s nothing, Specs.”

 “If it’s upsetting you it’s not nothing.”

 “It’s nothing you need to be concerned about.”

 “It’s upsetting you, Roman, that means it’s something for me to be concerned about.”

 Roman huffs. “Give me a little credit, Logan, I promise I can operate under distress without compromising Thomas or the rest of you, I’ve had enough practice.”

 “…I must admit I’m not sure if you expect me to be reassured by that.”

 Silence.

 The clock in the hallway ticks.

 Roman takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders back. “The 0.5%.”

 “Excuse me?”

 “The 0.5%, Logan,” Roman repeats, “that’s what I was going to say.”

 Logan frowns. What—why would Roman say—0.5% of what?

 Roman gives him a disbelieving smile when Logan cautiously broaches that question. “You should know, Specs. Your chart, remember?”

 Logan’s eyes widen. “Roman, what—what does that have to do with this?”

 “What does the fact that you’ve only given me 0.5% of each day to run things have to do with me being upset?”

 “Roman you—you’re allowed to do things, I didn’t mean it like that, I just—“

 “Stop, Logan,” Roman says with a soft fury, reaching out to lay his hand on Logan’s arm only to stop. His hand closes into a fist and returns to his side. Goosebumps raise on Logan’s arm and he suddenly feels very, very cold.

“Stop,” he says again, “it doesn’t matter how you meant it. I understand.”

 “But clearly you don’t,” Logan protests, “if you believe that you are only allowed to exist for 0.5% of each day—“

 “That’s not it, Logan.” Roman turns in his chair. “I get 0.5% to exist around you each day.”

 “I don’t see the difference!”

 “It means I have to perform for 0.5% a day.”

  Perform.

 Logan’s mind stutters to a halt. No. No, no, Roman…

 “Roman,” he starts, “Roman, why are you doing so much work?”

 “Well, when you only have 0.5% of a day to present, you’d better have some damn good stuff, shouldn’t you? After all, it’s not like you’ll get much time to talk it through before you have to—“

 “Not…not just that,” Logan interrupts, “why did you call it ‘performing?’”

 Roman stares up at him, his head tilted to the side. “…do you actually believe that I’m…like that?”

 The fact that the ‘yes’ came so readily to the tip of his tongue makes Logan sick.

 “When you only have so little time,” Roman mumbles, “if I don’t…if I don’t take up all the space I can for that amount of time, I’m afraid it will just…slip away.”

 Before Logan can even begin to talk about how awful that is, Roman blusters on.

 “That’s why I have to get back to work. I have to get this done before the 0.5% starts so I can make the most of it. Thought you’d be happy, Specs,” Roman says, flashing the fakest smile Logan’s ever seen, “about how efficient I’m being.”

 Logan is many things right now, and ‘happy’ is not any of them. His mouth opens and closes, trying to look for words, for something, anything to try and override this, make Roman see sense, make Roman see—

 He stops.

 Roman wasn’t expecting him. He’s been surprised.

 His hands are shaking as they type. He keeps having to hit the backspace key. There are twitches in his arms that aren’t normally there and he keeps trying to scoot away from Logan.

 Logan reaches out to cover one of Roman’s hands.

 Roman flinches so hard he almost knocks his laptop off of the desk.

 “You’re panicking,” Logan murmurs, “take a deep breath.”

 He holds Roman still until some of the mania goes out of his eyes. He lifts his hand away.

 “That’s enough work for today.”

 “What? No, no, I’m so behind, I have so much work to do, I have to—“

 “What have you done today, Roman?”

 “Not nearly enough, I have to—“

 Then Logan catches sight of a stack of paper with red annotations. He frowns, moving around Roman to take a look, ignoring the soft noise of protest. This is the feedback he gave Roman earlier, these are his annotations, that’s his red pen he uses for Roman, that’s…

 …oh.

 Oh, no.

 No, no, no, no…

 “Roman,” he murmurs, turning to look at him, “why is this wet?”

 Roman takes a breath and Logan blinks.

 Roman looks so small.

 “…I have so much work to do.”

 Something in Logan hurts. Think. Think. Think.

 He glances around frantically, spotting a stack of looseleaf paper. Aha.

 “Roman,” he manages around the lump in his throat, “if we make a list of things that you have to or have already done today, will that help?”

 Roman nods, watching as Logan hurries to grab a sheet of paper and fetch the red pen out of the marker box. “…do we have to use red?”

 Logan pauses, yet to uncap it. “Is there something wrong with red?”

 The costume makes a few rustling noises as Roman shifts in the chair. Logan holds out the pen until the cap lies next to the bright red sash on Roman’s chest. “Red’s your color, isn’t it?”

 “…wait, that’s why you always use red?”

 “That’s why I use red for you.”

 “…oh.”

 As he makes the list, he keeps an eye on Roman. Has he…have they never truly looked at Roman? Logan’s sure Janus knows at least some of this, if not all of it, and Remus has absolutely no filter any of the time but especially not when it comes to Roman.

 They’ll have to be better about that.

 Roman’s face perks up a little when Logan finally passes him the list, only to fall almost as quickly when he sees the number of things on it. “L-Logan, I—“

 “Have a look at each of them,” Logan interrupts softly, passing him the pen, “and mark off the ones that you’ve done already.”

 “…am I supposed to do all of these today?”

 “Ideally, yes.”

 The grim look of resignation and determination on Roman’s face is enough to make Logan want to take it away, but he can’t. Not before Roman sees.

 Sure enough, as Roman starts to scan down the list, his brow furrows. He glances up at Logan who simply nods toward it.

 “Um…”

 “Read out the ones you’re having trouble with,” Logan offers, “if you like.”

 “…'get out of bed?’”

 “Did you do that?”

 “Yes?”

 “Then cross it off.”

 Bemused, Roman does. He consults the list again. “Are all of these—am I supposed to—“

 Logan nods when Roman can’t finish his sentence. “Check off the ones you’ve done and then we’ll see how productive you’ve been today.”

 It’s strange, Logan thinks as he watches Roman go down the list, he’s never been so…gentle like this before, especially not with Roman.

 Maybe it’s time to be better about that too.

 “All finished?”

 “I think so…”

 “How many do you have left?”

 “Um, just…drink water, save current works, eat dinner, and, um…” Roman squints at the page, then up at Logan, “…receive emotional support.”

 “Well, those don’t seem to be too difficult.” Logan folds his arms and smiles. “I’d say you’ve been very productive today.”

 “But I need to rework the entire idea for tomorrow,” Roman argues, “I haven’t even made a dent in it, I—“

 “Wait, why do you think you need to rework it completely?”

 “…you said the framework was wrong and you need it reorganized. Which is fine,” Roman hastily defends, “you’re not wrong, but that basically means I have to start over.”

 “You don’t have to start over, Roman,” Logan reassures, “and that’s not what I meant. Why don’t we check off the rest of the list now and then we can have a…redo of the feedback session tomorrow?”

 “Logan, I’m really confused right now,” Roman blurts out, clutching the list like a lifeboat.

 “What’s confusing?”

 Logan takes a step closer, resisting the urge to smile when Roman doesn’t back away.

 “…not that this isn’t appreciated,” Roman manages finally, “but I—you—you’ve never done this before.”

 “Perhaps I didn’t realize that it was necessary.”

  Wrong thing to say.

 “Wait, you don’t have to—I can—I’ll be fine on my own—“

 “Not what I meant, Roman, I am perfectly aware that you are capable of taking care of yourself,” Logan soothes, “but…it seems that my actions—or lack of actions, perhaps—has been hurting you. And I apologize for that.”

 Roman swallows heavily, the list still wrinkled up in his hands.

 “I want to have this conversation properly,” Logan murmurs, taking another step closer, “and when you feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s really going on. That’s not now, and that’s okay. Will you take my word if I tell you that you don’t need to do as much work on your story as you think you do?”

 “…sure.”

 “I’m pleased to hear that.” Logan gestures toward the door. “Why don’t you save your work and we’ll go downstairs?”

 “Aren’t you baking with Patton in like—now?”

 “I was, but Janus has also expressed interest in baking tonight, and…” Logan smiles. “I do not think he would be upset to learn that I wished to postpone for this reason.”

 The smallest smile comes to Roman’s face. “…since when have those two been…”

 “I don’t know.”

 “Have you noticed that they— with Virgil—“

 “Oh, don’t even get me started.”

 “It’s like watching a sitcom sometimes, isn’t it?”

 “Quite.”

 It makes Roman chuckle and Logan feels his shoulders relax. Then something passes over his face again.

 “What is it?”

 “Nothing, nothing, it’s just the um, the last thing on the list of receiving emotional support…” Roman absentmindedly smoothes out the paper. “…don’t know how I’m going to get that if, um…well, movie night’s still a thing.”

 …that is not the kind of emotional support Logan was referring to and they both know it.

 “Well,” Logan says, adjusting his tie and valiantly ignoring the heat rushing to his face, “there is another option.”

 Roman’s eyes widen. “…you’re serious?”

 “Of course.”

 “But you…when you ask off movie night, that’s—“

 “Roman.”

 Roman stops. Something flickers over his face. Logan frowns.

 “What?”

 “…you’ve said my name a lot today, Specs,” Roman mumbles, looking away.

 “Is that a problem?”

 Roman shrugs. “…kind of reminds me of when I, um, mess up.”

 “…what?”

 “You, um…” Roman fiddles with the list. “You don’t normally use my name unless you’re talking about me. And you don’t, uh, you don’t normally do that unless I’ve done something wrong. But that’s not your fault.”

 “…thank you for telling me.” Logan tilts his head. “Is there something you would rather I call you instead?”

 “Not particularly.”

 “Princey?”

 “No thanks.”

 “Kiddo?”

 “You’re not Patton.”

 “No, it sounds strange, doesn’t it?”

 “Yeah.”

 “…I’m guessing Creativity would be…”

 “…yeah.”

 “I’ll think of something,” Logan murmurs, “but yes, I would be happy to spend the evening with you.” Roman still looks unsure. “Why the hesitation?”

 “You don’t like being touched,” Roman blurts out, the list in his hands about to rip.

  Ah.

 Logan reaches forward and carefully extricates the list from Roman’s grasp. He sets it on the desk. Roman watches him, eyes wide, as Logan rests his hand on his shoulder.

 “I don’t like being touched when I don’t expect it,” Logan says quietly, “or when it’s not on my terms. When it is…and especially when it’s helping someone, I don’t mind at all.”

 Roman’s staring at his hand like he’s never seen it before. His shoulder feels so…small?

 Is Roman shaking?

 “Hey,” Logan calls softly, “hey, can you look at me?”

 Roman doesn’t move.

 “Come on, just…just look at me.”

 Roman turns his head and oh—

 “Oh, dear,” Logan breathes, his hand moving up on instinct to wipe away Roman’s tear, “oh, dear, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

 Roman’s eyes fall shut as more tears brim on his lashes. He squeezes them tightly and turns his head, almost nuzzling into Logan’s palm, as if he doesn’t believe it’s really there.

 Oh.

  Oh.

  Oh, no.

 “You’re touch-starved,” Logan whispers, mostly to himself, stepping closer and cupping Roman’s face firmly.

 “Haven’t exactly had time to—“ a breath rips itself out of Roman’s lungs as Logan pulls him closer— “to—to—I—you’re really warm, Logan…”

 “You’ve been overworking yourself,” Logan says firmly, “and you don’t have to. Not ever again.”

 Roman’s eyes flutter open cautiously, staring at Logan with such unabashed hope that it makes his throat clench.

 “Hey,” he murmurs instead, “there you are.”

 “…sorry.”

 “No need to be.” Logan brushes away another tear. “Why don’t we go downstairs, get something to eat, something to drink, and then come back?”

 Roman nods, but his eyes glaze over a little as Logan keeps stroking his cheek. Logan shakes his head, smiling fondly at him. Oh, Roman…

 “Hey,” he calls again, giving Roman’s face a little shake, “hug me.”

 “W-what?”

 “Hug me,” Logan repeats, opening his arms, “come on…”

 The time it takes for Roman to step forward and carefully, carefully place his arms around Logan’s shoulders like he’s afraid of ruining him feels like an eternity. As soon as it’s clear Roman’s not going to do any more than lightly rest the weight of his arms on Logan for just a moment, Logan moves.

 He wraps his arms firmly around Roman’s waist and pulls him until they’re flush. He smiles a little at the gasp of surprise, only to soften instantly when Roman lets out a keen.

 “I said hug me, dear heart,” Logan whispers, the pet name rolling off his tongue before he can stop it, “come on, now, you can do better than that.”

 Poor Roman is shaking so badly Logan feels himself almost thrown off balance. He spreads his feet a little wider and holds him, rubbing his back and lifting his chin a little higher. Roman feels so small and cold in his arms that he doesn’t try and playfully coax him into hugging tighter. Instead, he hooks his chin over Roman’s shoulder and tightens his grip, softly encouraging him to breathe, to relax, it’s alright.

 “That’s it,” he murmurs when Roman finally sags into his arms, “that’s it, dear heart, good, I have you, I have you.”

 Roman turns his head into Logan’s neck and Logan makes a soft sound at the slight dampness. His arms still tremble slightly, but he’s leaning most of his weight onto Logan now, almost hanging off of him with the grip he has on his wrists.

 “I’ve got you,” he promises, “I’ve got you.”

 When his arms start to ache pleasantly from the strain of keeping his grip, Logan eases back, making sure to keep one hand on Roman’s face.

 “If we stand here any longer we may fall asleep,” he whispers, “let’s go downstairs, and then we can come back, hmm?”

 Roman, the poor thing, is so exhausted that all he can do is fall forward a little, just so their foreheads rest together. Logan chuckles.

“Just for dinner, then we’ll come back and I’ll cuddle you some more, okay?”

 “…yeah, okay.”

 “You can have a chance to hug me properly too, hmm?”

 Roman huffs a laugh. “I’ll show you.”

 “I’m sure you will, dear heart.” When the face against his suddenly grows much warmer, Logan tilts his head. “Is that alright? Dear heart?”

 “Yeah, yeah, it’s alright. More than alright.”

 “Then come on, dear heart, let’s get those last few things checked off the list, hmm?”

 Patton, of course, has absolutely no objections. Virgil tips them a lazy two-fingered salute. Remus doesn’t quite tackle his brother into the wall but it’s close. Janus makes eye contact with Logan and gives him a nod. Right. They should talk too. But not tonight.

 When Roman’s door closes again and Roman crosses the last item off the list, Logan takes it from him and sets it aside, holding out his arms.

 “Come here, dear heart.”

 This time, Roman wraps his arms around Logan without hesitation. Logan hides a smile in Roman’s shoulder as he sits them on the bed, lies them down, tucks Roman in close.

 Roman is quiet. Roman is soft. Roman is an excellent cuddler. He fits perfectly into Logan’s arms. He’s perfect.

 It’s been a very productive day.

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[kookieswan]

Can in also request some fluffy headcannons please? It's so stupid, but yesterday In noticed that my body is getting/looking oder. And even if my head tells me that is stupid, the fact that my breasts aren't as tight, my tummy isn't that flat and everything is kinda squishy is really bothering me. I feel like in lost "value" and like I am not desirable/loveable anymore. What would the guys do, if their partner is struggeling with thoughts like this.

I’m assuming you meant older lovely, and rest assured that even if you are getting older that doesn’t make you any less desirable or less valuable. I guarantee you’re absolutely stunning in every way! I hope this can make you feel better beautiful 🌸✨

I think the guys would do a lot of the same things to try and reassure you, but I’ll touch on where some things might differ…

———————

Jin is going to take your mind off of it. He’s going to shower you in complements and keep you busy, may that be with going out or just relaxing at the house. He just wants to see you smile and know how much he cares for you.

“I just want you to feel comfortable darling. Lets spend the day together, let me show you how much I love you.”’

———————

Yoongi will show he cares in smaller ways most of the time, but if he notices you’re struggling at all he’ll ask what’s up. He’ll talk it out with you to understand your insecurities better, and then combat every one of them with his own words of love.

“You may not like that part of you, but I do. It’s apart of you, and every thing about you is precious to me.”

———————

Hoseok will maintain his bubbly outlook, hoping that if he can stay positive then so can you. I think he’d be stubborn slightly, making sure to know that even if you see yourself one way, he sees you in another. You’ll always be gorgeous to him.

“You know you can always talk to me baby. Believe me when I say every part of you is amazing, and so stunning.”

———————

Namjoon will listen to your concerns, let you vent all of your frustrations to him. He’s a man of reassurance, going above and beyond to make sure you know how lovely you are to him and that he finds every part of you stunning.

“What’s on your mind baby? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I’m always here for you beautiful.”

———————

Jimin will empathize with you, talking about his own experiences where he didn’t feel up to par. He wants you to know he understands you and that your feelings are valid, even if he disagrees wholeheartedly.

“I know it’s hard, but I’m here to listen. I’ll never give up a chance to tell you how pretty you are.”

———————

Taehyung will romance you. You’ll be getting ready to go out to dinner and he’ll compliment you the whole time, never missing a beat as he watched you get dolled up.

“You look so amazing love. So gorgeous all the time in mind and body…”

———————

Jungkook will hold you close to him, wrapping you up in his arms. He’ll whisper sweet words in your ear and repeat how much he loves you, all of you.

“I love you so much, every part of you. Never forget that.”

———————

Now then, here’s some things that they’d all have in common.

All of them would take your insecurities seriously. They won’t push them aside, they’ll take their time to understand where you’re coming from.

They’ll let you know that even if your body is changing, that doesn’t change the way they feel about you.

Their mindset is “So what if you’re getting older? So am I, we’ll get older and grow together.”

They just want to be by your side.

If you let them, they’ll show you how much they love your body physically.

Kisses, hugs, cuddles, any sort of physical affection.

However, if you need some space and would prefer them to not touch you, they’ll back off and stick to reassuring words.

They’ll even give you complete space if that’s what you request.

All of them will actively try and make you feel better. Through words, actions, or any other means.

All of them would be there for you, stand by your side. It’s important to all of them that you know that they love everything about you.

#bts fluff #bts x reader #bts headcanon #bts imagine

[atinyarmyzen]

what type of bf I think they are »» doyoung

boyfriend!nct series »» kim doyoung

warnings: contains nsfw content

a/n: after this I’ll have all of 127 done!! Still open to do more so if you wanna request send an ask! Also realized that I’ve been lowkey analyzing their birthcharts in all of these lol 

- this classy bitch

- yet another aquarius that’s here to steal your heart

- okay so this man is a tough nut to crack

- very aloof on the outside given his aqua sun

- also the way he communicates can sound a bit parental (we already knew this tho lol) 

- so you’re gonna have ZERO idea if he ever actually likes you

- but on the inside?

- oh boy

- A BIG GIANT SOFT SQUISHY MESS

- a cancer moon + pisces venus 

- cries a lot when he’s alone probably

- also probably cries during romance movies

- you wanna watch Marley and Me?

- he’s a goner 

- but will try to hide the fact that he’s crying

- gets clowned for it constantly

- anyway

- I think he will come off cold at first bc he doesn’t want everyone to know he’s a simp

- so I can see it being a slow burn type of situation

- a lot of cute, tender moments where you both get awkward or flustered

- he tries to play it off

- eventually you and everyone else eventually get frustrated at his stubborn ass trying to be cool all the time 

- I can see the boys just telling him to fess up bc he’s not slick and everyone knows he likes you

- including you

- you probably are just about to drop him

- THEN homeboy panics and confesses in a burst of passion

- holy shit it’s basically a k-drama

- but then again this is also doyoung we’re talking about

- just all at once he’s like “I LikE yoU OkAY???” 

- and you’re just standing there grinning like “this dumbass- I love him”

- eventually after his long rant you’re just like “so are you gonna kiss me or what?” 

- and he just grabs your face and goes in

- v cute

- after his confession though he is THE BIGGEST TEDDY BEAR

- snuggles up to you constantly 

- makes you food

- grins like a fool when he sees you 

- kisses you on the forehead

- everyone is like “is doyoung ok?” 

- hopelessly in love 

- very caring, will always look after you and is a great listener

- oh you’re on your period? or just having a shit day?

- he’ll smother you with attention and affection 

- may be a bit distant if you ever argue though

- the type to want to his space when he’s deep in thought

- but will always come back to talk it out

- doesn’t give up on people he loves easily

- loves deeply and unconditionally 

- now when it comes to frick fracking

- he’s gonna surprise you

- I feel like he’ll just have a kink you’ll never expect

- I also feel like he is a switch 

- maybe a little sub-leaning?

- idk I feel like if you ever use a firm tone with him or boss him around he’ll be like

- why my pp hard

- also might be another one to have a secret stash of freaky shit like toys, ropes, etc.

- for some reason I feel like he really likes the idea of being restrained/restraining you? 

- might like shibari

- idk just a hunch

- would be a phenomenal husband 

- yes he’ll do the cooking, yes he’ll do the cleaning

- if you every had a baby girl

- omg he would die for her in a heartbeat

- definitely gonna be his little princess 

- aHAHA wow

- this was long sorry  

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[luckyspacerabbit]

secret dan hyun lore:

sleeps until 1 pm everyday stays up till 6 am every night— consistently walks into the galley wearing sweats so everyone uses her as a landmark for the time

worked hard on engineering ability before going to N7 boot camp just so she could over-rely on tech instead of working out ✨ so when you touch her arms and thighs shes still really soft and squishy

refers to Thane as her husband

ultimate tank because she has a phobia of breaking her bones also she’s constantly discharging thick as hell shields and barriers

dreams of returning to the research life on a daily basis

grew up on a conservatory so biology is her area of interest as a scientist✨but has a very objective mind about life so she has no qualms about dissection and everyone worries about space hamster’s life span

Had to disinfect Joker's bare ass cheek when her and Mordin's Venom Fire Ants found his locker full of freshly washed pants

makes dance videos in her quarters when she feels stressed even tho she’s really bad and everyone knows her mood based on the songs she’s blasting (they literally shake the ship with bass)

cannot cook she cannot be your house wifey!! queen of takeout and supporting local businesses

she and Tali almost got kidnapped and mugged in Omega trying to find the unreleased copy of Written Across the Stars, an epic never before seen Quarian Romance

Dan Hyun actually was kidnapped at age 16 by the local gangs on Trident and that was the one and only time she ever broke a bone (minus uhhh the collector attack hheeh)

#so many sexy highlights #ugh brain is so empty tonight so you have to read her lore #dan hyun shepard #injury mention cw

[hypnomicimagines]

That fluff alphabet really is super cute, wow. If you're feeling up to it, could I request G, K, M, R and Z for Gentaro or Samatoki? (Whoever has the least requests the moment you decide to take this one on, please. I simp hard for both and cant make up my mind)

Aohitsugi Samatoki: 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?): 

Samatoki is gentle in his own way but overall, you don’t think the word really suits him. He’s more rough around the edges when it comes to love and he can be very direct when he wants to be, even if he also skates around certain topics as he fears what the outcome might be (he’s no pushover but he’s not rushing to lose you either). He handles you and your heart with far more care than you ever suspected though, knowing his gentle side mostly comes out when he’s putting the effort into being romantic. 

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?): 

The emotional weight and intensity that are in each one of Samatoki’s kisses leave you always feeling satisfied if not a bit exhausted, putting forth all your effort into the more passionate ones as you don’t want to disappoint. It also almost always leads to more if you want it to and Samatoki is always raring to go even if you’re in his office or out in public together. He at least has the tact to kiss you chastly when you’re around others and in crowded public spaces but you can always tell by how he lingers that he hungers for more. 

Samatoki did without a hint of hesitation. He knew he wanted this more than anything and you’d be showing the same signs, staring at his lips all night and flirting so hard he wondered how he hadn’t realized you had feelings for him before. It’s so incredibly surreal to finally be kissing someone he loved, someone he had been pining over for months, and he’s almost afraid to blink in case it all dissolves away before his very eyes. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?): 

The time you spent an entire day inside a thrift store slowly carding through each and every item to find a totally new wardrobe. You seemed more excited than him when you found the store that was practically a warehouse, excitedly jabbering on about all the hidden gems that might be there. He couldn’t say he was extremely interested in finding some of these ‘hidden gems’ and thus started the journey of finding interesting new articles of clothing, finding stuff for Rio and Jyuto too (which you wanted to get for them more than him). You even walked out with matching hawaiian style shirts and you were so happy Samatoki knew he’d wear the ugly thing out in public just to see you smile. 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?): 

Samatoki always gets bored and restless on rainy days, finding them to be tedious to deal with as it’s not as though he still doesn’t have to work in the rain. On days he doesn’t feel like going in and just stays at home he tends to cook just due to pure boredom, enlisting you in these activities and making you taste test new things he wants to try out for dinner. You always have a good time when Samatoki throws on the old cooking apron and you admire him from kitchen table as he cooks, trying to hold back all the househusband jokes brewing in your head. 

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?): 

Samatoki isn’t really a pet person and he thinks his ideal pet would be something like a snake or a lizard of some sort. The only thing stopping him from getting one is his hatred of bugs but if he found a way around having to handle the squishy bundles of protein for his pet he’d buy one in a heartbeat. Dogs are too high maintenance but cats are lowkey enough that he’d consider them, too. He thinks owning a bird would be funny considering how much Jyuto detests them and would threaten to have it in the front entrance of his office for days he doesn’t want to be bothered by the cop. 

Yumeno Gentaro: 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?):

Gentaro exudes gentleness and you’ll find that when romantically involved with him, things generally remain light-hearted. He doesn’t like to force situations and he’s the ‘sit back and see what happens’ type of person, approaching romance in a rather relaxed way that said there’d be no hard feelings if things didn’t work out. It can be to the point you don’t know how seriously he takes the relationship but heavy emotions wear Gentaro out, it’s why he lies so much because honesty is more exhausting but if you’re worth his time, you’ll get to see this side of him. 

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?):

Gentaro’s kisses are gentle in nature, starting off with him pressing his nose against yours and asking in a soft tone if you’d like him to kiss you. When you agree he briefly gives you exactly what you want but pulls away to tease, saying if you want more from him than you’d have to come get it. He’s almost always playful when he kisses you and he always manages to lift your spirits with his kisses; he seems surprised and flustered to hear you admit that but happy kissing you isn’t just self-serving (as his mood is always improved by you giving him a smooch too). 

It was a real 50/50 decision, the two of you having to work together to achieve it in the long run. Gentaro liked to sit back, watch, and wait to see what you’d do, never acting even when you got so close to him you could feel his breath on your skin. It was almost annoying how he managed to hold out and keep it together while you were stumbling over yourself but when you finally tell him to kiss you he does so without complaint. He ends up stuttering afterwards which shows he’s not quite as together as he’d like you to think and you’re pleased that he’s now embarrassed after an entire night of leaving you guessing. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?):

Gentaro’s favorite memory was when the two of you were sitting on a bench in the park, holding hands as the sun set while chattering about this or that. There had been a few storytelling sessions where he’d seen how quick you were on the draw when he asked you about random passerby, a lot of laughs shared at the absolutely nonsensical stories of vampires and monsters that you came up with. He said you had a mind that rivaled his and that he’d gladly collaborate with you on a novel some day. 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?):

Rainy days are never boring with Gentaro as he can come up with a story for just about anything, though he’s sad he can’t people watch as he normally does. He’ll bury his nose in a book while sitting curled up on the couch under a thick warm blanket (you want to joke he looks like a very comfortable grandma but you don’t know if he’ll take it well) and if he’s not reading, he’s likely trying to write something using the rain as a type of white noise to help him concentrate. 

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?):

Gentaro would love an elderly cat who just wants to live out its final years in peace, having it sit on his lap and tending to its needs. He loves cooing at the fluff ball and only gives it the best care, brushing its hair and humming happily to himself as he realizes, without caring, that he’s become a crazy cat man. He just enjoys the calmness an older cat brings with it and the lack of destruction to his house, amused that Dice doesn’t seem to trust it (nor does his cat trust Dice until he brings a can of tuna as an offering). 

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