a/n: not to sound like a prep but I LOVE HUGS! I tried so hard to be succinct in this one, I know I ramble too much.
Arora
Arora knows how to cordially give hugs. Very polite. She knows exactly how much to relax her limbs to make it seem natural without making it awkward. She knows exactly how long a hug should last.
So her hugs are weird. They are exactly the same, every time.
You tell her that maybe she should use her learning algorithm to learn how to give better hugs, and it makes her laugh because she thinks you're joking.
You are not joking.
She tells you, fine, teach her how to hug.
When you first hug her, she's stiff. She's reading the fine details of the hug. How much pressure you apply, where your hands go, how long it lasts, things like that.
She eventually relaxes and hugs you back, mimicking your habits rather than actually returning the hug.
You do manage to give her advice on giving better hugs, and she also reads one’s mood before the hug.
She’ll always be stiff when someone initially hugs her, but that’s because she’s figuring out how to adjust her return hug. Her return will always be pleasant, but without real genuinity.
Charlie Disco
He loves wrap his arms all the way around you when he can.
Typically, Charlie’s hugs are tight and always full of warmth.
He’s the kind of guy to wait until you pull away. After all, he wants to make sure his friends get the hugs they want.
He’s always quick to reciprocate a hug, typically with a chuckle.
Affection is treated pretty casually with him, so he’s always ready to hug someone, as long as he even vaguely knows them.
(Type of guy to embrace someone, even if he only knew them for five minutes ten years ago)
If he senses that someone might need a longer hug, he’ll obviously give exactly what’s needed. You stay in his embrace and he rubs your back until you’re ready to let go.
A lot of his friends don’t like hugs (cough HEMLOCK & DEX cough cough), so he’s always a little surprised to receive one out of the blue. He’ll never complain though.
Deckard “Dex” Voltaire
Dex doesn’t really do… “hugs.” Very much against it. He also doesn’t let his guard down often.
But of course he still feels the pull towards you. He doesn’t admit it, but he loves you dearly. That pull is always there.
But on that rare occasion where he feels relaxed enough, the most you’ll get is him leaning his weight against you. It’s a big sign of trust for him.
He won’t ever acknowledge that he’s doing it, and if you do, he’ll immediately pull away.
But he hopes that won’t be the case. His mind finally slows down when he’s close to you like that.
If he gets a hug, his immediate instinct is to push the hugger away. Even if it’s his s/o, the instinct takes over.
Then, of course, he’s embarrassed that he pushed you away. He doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t want your affection. He just doesn’t know how to accept it.
Hemlock
Spin hugs, without a doubt. You jump into his arms and he lifts you off your feet and spins. Of course, anyone who isn’t his s/o will get an unnecessarily hard clap on the shoulder. They tell him to stop doing it, and yet he cannot be stopped.
If you stay in his arms too long, he’ll lift you onto his shoulder. He loves to lug you around in the least romantic way possible.
Yes, he can princess carry you. But fireman carrying you is way funnier.
If it’ll irritate you, he’ll do it. Obviously, Hemlock wants you happy, but making you a little irritated is, again, way funnier.
When it comes to receiving hugs, he’ll act like it’s a big deal. Usually, he pushes people off him and tells them not to get sappy.
However the hell he blushes, he’ll do that if you hug him in front of his friends/bandmates.
“C’mon, babe, I got a reputation to uphold here!”
Prophet
The biggest and warmest hugs.
People can be bad at hugs and people can be good at hugs. Whenever Prophet hugs you, it comes to your mind that he might just be a professional.
He’s the kind of guy that you can just sink into once his arms wrap around you.
And the thing is, he loves to hug you. He loves to protect you.
Hugging you in front of others is no problem to him. He likes to let people know you’re close with him.
When hugged by a friend, he’s always pleasantly surprised. Not the type of guy to push someone away unless he doesn’t know them.
Prophet won’t ever pick you up, but if you’re interrupting a conversation for a hug or maybe he just wants to introduce you to someone, he’ll keep his arm over your shoulder after the hug.
He also enjoys pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Call it cheesy, but how can you argue with a man in love?
This request might be a little dirty... But instead of making their loved ones excited, what do they do to make each member of the band excited?
How Reader gets members of Dead As Disco excited?
Now YOU get to get them turned on!
cw: very suggestive of course, AnyPOV
(MDNI, this post is NSFW)
a/n: I rub my evil hands together when I get to write NSFW. I actually worked this in backwards order: not because I immediately knew what to do with Prophet, but bc I needed to do the age old “just enter a flow state and see what you've written afterwards.” Enjoy!
Arora
As a “perfect” AI, Arora doesn’t really need to try for anything. She’s programmed with perfect dances. She’s programmed with perfect pitch. She’s programmed with perfect etiquette.
Not only that, but people are always trying to make sure she’s happy. Fans shower her in gifts, Harmony will give her any reasonable demand because they think she’ll go back to what she was meant to do: spying on the band for them.
Because of this, one might think that she likes to be given what she wants. Maybe she likes when you get on your knees and treat her as a goddess.
This is untrue, despite her divinity complex.
Arora hasn’t really ever been given a challenge, so she loves when you tell her “make me.” She loves having to put in the effort.
You intercept her hands, and her eyes narrow. You set the pace and rules, and she learns a workaround to get you going, but truth is, you already have her processors firing.
“Rori, what’s that sound?”
“My cooling fans. They usually only come on when I’m dancing.”
She feels no reason to lie about how much you affect her. She calls you naughty and makes promises along the lines of “when I get my hands on you” and all that.
The truth is, however, that she likes this game. She likes to see you hold out on her, and she likes trying to find a way past your defenses.
Charlie Disco
Charlie loves it when you whisper sweetly in his ear. You come up from behind and let your breath ghost his ear and he’s yours in an instant.
It’s almost silly, how easily this works with him. You once whispered the word “champagne” in his ear just to see if it would work, and it did. He shivered.
When you laughed, he pulled away and rubbed at his ear, getting embarrassed. “It’s a sexy word, okay?”
No sense in letting that go to waste, right?
So you like to whisper in his ear at inconvenient times. You're a menace during rehearsals, because you manage to sneak behind him, and the moment that he isn't playing, you whisper teasingly at him. If he’s chatting with friends, you’ll move beside him and disturb him.
It doesn't matter when you do it, though, he'll always smile. If you do it enough times, he’ll lock you in a hug and kiss you hard, even in front of the others.
This has disturbed practice once or twice, but he always promises that he’ll make you pay afterwards.
Deckard “Dex” Voltaire
Forgive me for thinking that the man who did nothing but play guitar for ten years is touch starved.
Seriously, the only time he ever was touched by someone else since taking Harmony’s contract was when people would install the body mods on him.
He also doesn’t like to beat around the bush. He doesn’t want you to act coy. If you want something from him, just be straightforward about it. There’s no patience for him to play around.
So you have to try a few things. It takes a bit to find something that really connects with Dex.
However, one day while he’s playing guitar, you sit behind him and let your fingers skim across his body. They trail up his arms, down his spine, around his waist and to his chest, where they linger.
However, he stops playing and tells you to knock it off.
“Do you hate it?”
“No.”
“???”
You realize he’s keeping his head turned from you. You catch the blush creeping up to his wear. Oh. Is he getting… excited? You rest your head on his shoulder blade and continue to let your fingers run along his skin. You feel him tremble for a moment.
If you’re doing this while he’s trying to practice (which is almost always), he’ll usually pretty suddenly pull away from you and get up.
You think you did something wrong, but he just sets Ragnarock in its holder before returning to sit beside you. Yes, he’s still blushing. It doesn’t stop him from telling you to do all that again.
You take your time touching him gently. You lay him down and watch him shudder underneath you. You watch his breathing get heavier as he gets antsier under you
This is probably the longest you’ll get him away from the guitar. It’s the only time he’ll stop and pull the music out of his head so he can focus on your touch.
Hemlock
“Oh no, I dropped something!”
You purposefully drop something in front of Hemlock. You bend down to pick it up, and you make sure he sees your ass.
He's behind you in an instant. If he pulls you back against him, you can feel him getting hard.
I think of Hemlock as a simpler man: it doesn't take much to get him going, but he immediately cranks it up to 11 the moment he sees your ass.
He stares, he slaps, he fondles.
Loves when you wear a skirt, either flowy or tight. It just means it’s easier to get to your ass.
If you're particularly short, he'll love that shit, because it means you have to bend over everything. The bartop, a top-loading washing machine, the desk he inconveniently moved beside the bookshelf you like to peruse.
Part of you wonders if he isn't filling his space with gigantic furniture just for that purpose. It's because he is.
He loves seeing you sit places you shouldn't be sitting, like countertops or tables. He'll pin you to them in an instant, if given the chance.
He doesn't care if your ass is firm or flabby, he's grabbing it.
Prophet
I feel as though this guy doesn't necessarily get horny a lot, but he has a pretty high libido, so he's always ready to go the moment you want to.
So, you struggle for awhile, figuring out how to get under this guy's skin. He's always so confident, so on top of things.
You even ask him outright how to get him horny, and it makes him laugh.
“You don't gotta try so hard, baby. I'm always ready for you.”
Does not help your case. Back to the drawing board.
You actually discover the answer by total accident. Prophet picks you up from whatever you're doing, asking if you want to spend the night at his place. He has the day off tomorrow and wants to spend it with you.
You tell him that you need to pack some things first, but he tells you it's unnecessary. “I have a spare toothbrush for you. You can borrow my clothes, if you want.”
It's not until after you two have eaten and are getting ready for bed that you notice a change in Prophet: he's staring, his eyes are dark, and that confident, friendly smirk isn't there anymore. It looks like he's trying really hard to remember something he forgot.
You manage to get him back to the present, and you ask him what's wrong.
He tells you it's nothing, but his eyes wander towards the window as he sits on his bed. Then he tells you that he never noticed how much bigger he was than you until you put on his clothes.
It turns out that he loves to be reminded how much bigger he is compared to you. I mean, Charlie is 6’2”, but next to Prophet, he looks like he's 4’. Dude is tall.
So he loves to see his clothes hang off of you. He loves to stand next to you and see you strain your next just to look up at him. He loves how easily he can wrap you up in his arms. He has you lay down, and he puts his hands on you, and it's almost funny how easily he holds you.
His favorite thing to do is play with the size dynamic. Prophet brings it up a lot.
“I need you to stay still for me, baby. I don't wanna break you.”
How would the members of Dead as Disco get you hot and bothered?
Alright, enough silly stuff. How are these guys getting you off?
cw: obviously very suggestive (so MDNI), but I don't think I talk about anything explicit. Unspecified POV. Got REALLY carried away in Dex's section.
a/n: SEND ME REQUESTS I only have one after this. Do you really want me to make a post about how each member plays Minecraft?
Arora
Her favorite thing to do is to come up from behind and just let her hands wander. She'll rest her chin on your shoulder and smile at you while she does it.
You try to tell her that she doesn't need to pretend that she's doing this to learn something. If she wants to touch you, she can.
However, she feigns innocence because she loves to do that.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Meanwhile, she's done this so many times that she knows exactly where to let her hands linger to make your breath hitch.
She keeps you locked in her embrace until you're trembling, and at that point, it's about how well you beg her to finish the job.
If you don't beg well enough, she might not be inclined to start the main show!
Charlie Disco
Charlie is kissing you everywhere.
He smiles at you and motions you to sit next to him, but the moment you do, he latches onto you like a koala. It's a miracle you didn't see how desperate he was before you showed up.
You're getting pulled as close to him as possible. He's hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent.
His lips wander across your skin, occasionally letting his teeth ghost and nip at you just to feel you jump in his hands.
He will lick you. Usually in the sexy places, don't worry, but not always.
Typically, it's him asking if you guys can just "get to the good stuff already" so no begging required.
He definitely wouldn't mind if you did, though. Don't let his impatience stop you.
Deckard "Dex" Voltaire
Stuff like this isn't really Dex's strong suit.
(part of this is because I headcanon him as asexual, but hush)
And any non-music related skill is different from his guitar practic habits: He can strum and pluck the strings to his guitar over and over for hours, but if he isn't perfect on the first go for a non-music skill, he's unlikely to try it again. He'll fall back on his guitar skills.
"I already have this. Why try anything else?"
But for all those years he spent hooked up to the city's generator, he forgot that there was a man under The Machine. He forgot that he could sate your desires.
At first he thinks that he’ll try something with his fingers. Touching you, seeing what places make your body stutter.
But he doesn’t immediately get results, and it embarrasses and frustrates him.
You of course try to tell him that you can guide him, but he wants to do it himself. “Just tell me if I’m doing something wrong.” You’re like a puzzle he’s afraid of not solving, and he's refusing any hints.
He can’t use words to get you hot and bothered either. He doesn’t know which ones to say, and he’s terrible at setting the mood (seriously, he’s gonna be crossing his arms and looking the other way as he speaks. Not terribly sexy).
But after thinking about it (and feeling a little desperate himself, not that he’d admit it), Dex comes up to you in private and just starts kissing you. It’s not exactly subtle.
But it’s effective, at least. He kisses you like he needs you to breathe, which ironically puts you both out of breath.
But he likes it, because it's immediate, and he doesn't have to watch for a reaction. He'll know he's doing well when your hands wander, and when you moan against his lips.
He's a rough kisser, but he can be gentle if he wants. However, his goal is always to get you horny as fast as possible, so he'll do whichever kiss does that. Up to your own preference.
Hemlock
Oh, there’s nothing he loves more than to pin you against a wall and make you hump his thigh to get yourself off.
He can’t kiss you, and sometimes that makes him a little insecure.
But there’s nothing more empowering than watching you beg and fall apart without him needing to do a thing.
But he’s for sure pulling his weight. He loves to talk dirty to you. I’d be inclined to believe he doesn’t even KNOW how to do the sweet nothings thing.
Hemlock loves to feel the evidence of you getting turned on through his pants. He acts upset if you leave a stain, but he secretly loves that stuff.
He's normally a very impatient guy, but just to see you fall apart, he exercises as much restraint as possible.
Expect a hand under your chin so he can force your face up towards his. He wants to see every little reaction he gets out of you.
Prophet
He’s the kind of man who could talk a bear down, with a voice like that. It’s warm and it lures you in. He knows that.
So he loves to have you sit in his lap while he whispers all the things he wants to do to you.
His fingers will sometimes wander close to where you want him to touch, but he never fully commits. He just smiles and watches you get all huffy and he makes commentary out of it.
“Are you getting antsy, baby?” His breath would brush against your ear like a ghost.
Only when you ask nice enough does he properly touch you. He doesn’t let you do it yourself. He’ll hold your hands in one of his while he plays with you.
Chances are, even before he gets to you properly, he'll make you come just from the touching and whispering first. Hope you have some stamina to you!
headcanons on what wedding theme each idol would have when they get married?
To Have and To Hold
“I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love.” - Bob Dylan’s Wedding Song
cw: These are so cute you might just explode, so be careful of that. Slight angst (with happy ending) in Arora’s section. Pre-tour timeline in Dex’s section. Mentions of alcohol consumption in Hemlock’s section.
a/n: I’m actually not a wedding girlie at ALL so I asked my friend for help, and dawg, my friend cooked. Not a crumb left.
Arora
Small out of necessity
In an ideal world, Arora would have a big wedding with all of her found family (the band). It would be loud and fun and colorful, because she wants to give you everything she can.
However, no amount of delusion—no amount of mood boards or late night talks or imaginary itinerary—would ever allow that to be real.
At the end of the day, she belongs to Harmony. They made her. If she got married, their stocks would plummet, and her fans would fume with jealousy and betrayal (as if they ever had the right to do such a thing).
So the closest thing that she can get away with while avoiding Harmony’s gaze is a hushed affair backstage.
It’s a greenroom that she and the other band members decorated and surprised you with.
When you walk in, she watches your expression closely. She’s smiling, but she still feels anxious. She’s waiting for that look of disappointment to cross your face.
But how could you possibly be disappointed? You realize that she’s wearing a white outfit for tonight’s show.
She’s been planning this for awhile.
Hemlock suddenly barges in, startling you from your awed reaction. You didn’t even realize that you were near tears until he suddenly, loudly announced himself, presenting a set of matching earrings.
She could never get away with hiding a ring, not under the sharp eyes of her fans and creators. But no one would bat an eye if she had some diamonds sparkling from her ears.
It finally, truly clicks for you what this is. Her own little version of the wedding you two had fantasized about. The closest thing to a dream wedding that reality would allow you two.
Hemlock is the one to officiate the marriage. You don’t know if he’s actually registered to do it, but it’s comforting to both participants to hear the familiar, gravelly voice of Hemlock announce you both as a pair.
Vows are quick, and the kiss she gives you is chaste, but you still feel the depth of her sincerity even in the swift actions that are done before you can properly cherish them.
She’s whisked away before you can hold her close, but that kiss still lingers with you. Her words remain close to your heart long after she’s gone.
It had been quick. One might even call the wedding impersonable, but you know the truth.
Every time you watch her take the stage, no matter how far you are, you can see those diamonds she wears catching the light, glinting her true self through all her fame and glamour.
Charlie Disco
Big and classic
It takes time for Charlie to show preference over one person in his life over another. When he forms a bond, he means it, thick or thin.
In that same vein, he’s a little hard to impress.
This, however, has never stopped your pursuit of him.
Charlie has never been a solo act and he never wanted to be either. He’s receptive.
When you’re alone together, you somehow manage to draw out a special side of him. Everyone knows the warm familiarity of Charlie’s smile and loyalty, but not just anyone knows that specific glint in his eye when he sizes up someone who matches his rhythm flawlessly. You know it well.
It’s a special look he gives you—the way his eyes wander to you when he’s performing, the graceful and subtle way he signs his affections to you when the group conversation drifts.
He’s classic, and with that, classy.
When he proposes, it’s perfect: a night of good food, good drink, and excellent music paired with excellent dancing. You had already been out of breath just keeping up with him, but all the air steals from your lungs when Charlie wordlessly gets down on one knee in the middle of the dancefloor. He sends you a mischievous but earnest wink.
Your wedding is no different from the proposal, just perfect.
There’s an aisle, thrown rice, and live music. He picks your favorite venue and fills the place with enough chairs to make sure everyone you’ve ever loved could participate. He even matches you in a white suit, and yet he keeps his signature lowcut shirt and popped collar. It wouldn’t be Charlie without it.
He feeds you cake and laughs when you shove his slice in his face. While you sit together, he teases guests in your ear, and you both have to hold back your laughter.
It makes you forgive that he got an open bar, resulting in drunken dance offs between you two and the rest of the band.
Against the two of you, they don’t stand a chance.
Deckard “Dex” Voltaire
No wedding - not needed
Just getting to the point where Dex feels comfortable enough to marry you takes ages, but every second is worth it.
Every dismissive look, every shrug, every conversation cut short by his laser focus to his craft… It's all worth it to get to this point.
It always seemed as though he had no one in his corner, so by god, you stayed in that corner through it all. You brought him meals when he wouldn’t pull away from his guitar long enough to eat. You draped a blanket over him when he passed out from exhaustion.
Your little efforts weren’t one-sided, either. More than once, he would mumble about a song he made for you, or play you some melodies he was working on. Sharing his unfinished works is the ultimate show of trust for him.
He silently tells you through this that your opinion matters to him, more than all the people telling him that he’s meant to be a perfect little guitarist.
When you asked how to play the melodies he showed you, he didn’t stop at showing you. He guided your fingers to the strings of his guitar and gently moved your fingertips down the neck. It’s a strangely intimate moment, and that’s when he realizes that he does want to marry you. He wants to spend any moment he can with you.
Dex already knew that he loved you, of course. When he sees you tearing up the mosh pit, you would get him to genuinely smile. You get him to be vulnerable. You make him feel human, and he doesn’t want to lose that.
During one of those nights when he sees you in the pit, he finally gets the courage to do what he’s been meaning to do.
He waits until a break between sets, and then he pulls you back behind a curtain to slip a modest, black iron ring on your finger. You see his hands are shaky and he refuses to make eye-contact, opting instead to return to the stage and pretend he didn’t just rock your world.
There’s no actual wedding. The planning alone would stress him out impossibly more than he already is, and in turn stress you out too. Perfection haunts you both, and you’d prefer those expectations didn’t touch your love for each other.
Instead, you match his wordless approach and leave the paperwork to file a marriage certificate together on his guitar case.
Going to the courthouse together is similarly wordless. The fingers of his free hand move as if he’s still playing his guitar, but you take his calloused hand in your own when the judge pronounces you wed.
Dex takes you to your favorite restaurant afterwards. It’s the longest he’s been without Ragnarock, but today? For you? He makes the effort.
Hemlock
Elopement
It just happens one night when the both of you are partying. The bass is pounding and his blood is hot and so is yours. He stares intently at you before leaning in.
“We. Should. Get. Married.”
You’re a little drunk yourself, but even if you weren’t, you would have said yes. You’ve always wanted to marry him.
So when you say yes, he scoops you up and takes you, kicking and laughing, to a Vegas-style insta-chapel. He takes all of his punk rocker friends and fans with him too.
The classic white of the cheap venue gets totally eviscerated by both him and the company. However, the proprietors know better than to try and bill him for the many, many damages.
The entire event isn’t fancy. The two of you can barely remember it. But there’s no regret from either of you. It’s somehow the perfect wedding.
The whole fever dream of a night becomes a foggy memory of bad decisions and laughter so hard it burns like screams.
You’re pretty sure the ringing in your ears is from shredding whatever instrument inevitably ended up in your hands that night, a discordant and legendary harmony between yourself and your new cheaply anointed spouse.
Prophet
Block party wedding
When Prophet proposes to you, it’s a secret, special moment between just the two of you. He’s a major player not just in the neighborhood, but in the city as a whole. He’s shaped countless lives.
And yet, despite this, he kneels before you like any man would. It’s quiet and it’s so, so intimate.
The party after you say yes, though? It’s anything but. It’s a party that shakes the world.
In regards to the wedding itself, absolutely no expense is spared. Every corner on Dead End Drive is either decked out in bling and lights to celebrate, or blasting fresh beats that reflect the joy everyone has for their resident hero and mentor. The block party wedding is so legendary that the power grid is almost knocked out.
Your wedding outfits compliment each other, but they don’t match perfectly. He wants you to shine as yourself when you take the stage with him.
His vows are deep with the love he has for you. He promises to protect you at every turn. His neighborhood supported him since childhood, and he would show you the same support in turn.
Once you two kiss and exchange your rings, he calls for the party to really start. Dancing and bass and voices in harmony fill the street until well past sunrise.
You know that, with him by your side, the rollercoaster would never stop.
Hello and welcome to my Dead as Disco x reader blog! Feel free to call me Yakuza (yeah... the japanese mafia) or Sherry, if you don't wanna do that. This is actually my first time attempting to regularly post on Tumblr in such a manner, so if my posts look chopped, that's why. You only learn through experience!
Currently no schedule due to motivation issus + feeling out the process. This is my first time trying something like this so be patient, please!
Do's
FemPOV or AnyPOV
I've written fanfiction since probably before highschool. This is just what I'm most familiar with! In fact, I might mess up AnyPOV, but I'll just make sure I proofread those to try and avoid this mistake.
(N)SFW
I an an adult... and I'm only a woman...
Many dynamics!
This is not limited to romantic! You can also request platonic or familial dynamics! (or a secret other thing I missed...?)
Headcanons
This is something I'd like to mostly do! Bulleted points, no strict story flow, just some ideas thrown on the metaphorical paper!
One-shots
This would be a short story with a plot! Longer, no bulleted lists! Feel free to check my AO3 for ideas on my writing. One-shots should only contain one shipped person UNLESS it's a polyarmorous relationship. Just feel free to send a second request, if you want one plotline for multiple people!
Chatting!
I would love to get to know some folks and talk about headcanons. You're free to even disagree with me in the comments of posts, as long as you keep it civil!
Don'ts
Canon x Canon
Sorry, discomachine lovers (I am discomachine lovers...). I just want to keep the sanctity of the blog and keep it for reader inserts only!
Unrealeased Idols
I just don't feel comfortable with them! But fret not, as soon as idols release and I've done their fights/quests, I will add them to the list!
Explicit depictions of drug (ab)use, violence, or gore
I just don't feel comfortable with it :( And I'd rather not misrepresent anything. I will, of course, stay with canon-typical violence, but not any gore. Canon-typical violence will be tagged when applicable!
Problematic topics
Things targeting minors in inappropriate manners is mostly what I mean by this bullet! Will add more when they come up.
MalePOV
For as many times as I've been disappointed by a man, I don't want to return that energy, so I'd rather keep my thumb out of that pie. I'm not a man, and I don't really wanna write for one.
18+ blog!
While not all of my posts will be, I fully intend to get into adult topics, so the blog will be 18+. If I remember, there'll be a warning at the start of each post.
Right to refuse
I maintain the right to refuse to do a request that gets sent in. Sometimes, I'm just not comfortable with a topic, and I don't need to justify myself to people on Tumblr dot com.
Busy life
I work! I stream! My life outside of Tumblr means I won't be online all the time, and requests might be slow. I'll do my best to get around to them eventually, though.
Anti-AI
I am against the use of generative AI. I don't use it for my writing, and I'll warn to NOT feed my writing to AI. Sucks that this warning is even needed, but we live in a new era.
About me art done by me, icons done by lambmortician, post headers are official Dead as Disco art by the people working at Brain Jar Games.
*cough*, do you have any ideas for headcanons about the members being jealous of their partners? Like, being a little dramatic or super clingy, I think it would be kind of funny in my opinion, lol-
How the band expresses jealousy
“Dear jealousy, you know every part of me / Hiding where no one can see I want you to leave.” - MIKA’s Dear Jealousy
cw: jealous and possessive behaviors.
a/n: I’m so glad you brought this up bc I also think it’s funny.
Arora
I don’t think jealousy is something that she was programmed to feel.
Why would Harmony do that? lol
But when she’s with you, and then she sees someone else with you, she gets this ugly feeling in her chest. She stares, wide-eyed, scanning this person’s face and observing every micro-movement you make. She’s waiting for you to feel uncomfortable so she can swoop in and save you.
But it doesn’t happen, and she’s left awkwardly clasping her hands and staring really intently at you.
She gets impatient very quickly when someone encroaches on her beloved. Arora only has so much time with you in a day, and this schmuck is stealing that!
Arora thinks that she’s being good because she isn’t rushing in and stealing you away. She trusts you to be loyal!
But you have to tell her that she scared the other person off with her intense glare.
“Oh.”
But then she hugs your arm as she smiles at you. “But now that you’re free, we should hang out!”
Charlie Disco
Charlie at least tries not to be jealous. He’s bad at it, but at least he tries.
He sees you talking with someone else and crosses his arms. He’s waiting for you to finish the talk, but it just keeps going on and on.
Don’t you want to spend time with him?
After a total of… what, thirty seconds? He walks over and puts an arm around you.
He acts really smooth about you. He gives the other person an apologetic smile before looking at you and telling you that you’re needed elsewhere.
You follow, confused, and once you’re far away from who you’d been talking to, you ask him where you’re needed.
“Beside me,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “What are you doing, talking to someone else?”
You tell him that you were just talking. He should stop being so jealous.
He scoffs and acts hurt, but he knows it’s true. He’s already pulling you into a quiet corner. “Just a few extra kisses, so I don’t feel so insecure.”
Deckard “Dex” Voltaire
Dex is at least capable of not getting set off the moment you’re not at his side.
You have a life outside of him, and he knows that. He accepts that.
However, when someone gets a little too close, and their eyes linger in the wrong spots, Dex’s own expression darkens, and he moves before he can tell himself to stop.
He steps up either behind you or beside you, glaring at the person who’s been bothering you. He’s got a nasty RBF, so a genuine glare scares most people away.
When you look back and ask him what the matter is, he just scoffs and looks away.
He’s got an avoidant personality, so he’ll just leave you alone after that.
You have to follow up with him after that, because he’s obviously in a Mood™ and refuses to talk about it.
You approach his side and take his hand in yours, staring out at the crowd instead of him. “Thanks for saving me from that,” you tell him casually, not making a big deal about it.
He just huffs, not answering you outright.
Your thumb rubs comforting circles across his knuckles. “I definitely prefer being here with you.”
Dex still doesn’t respond, but he does relax. You see from the corner of your eyes the way his shoulders relax and the tension in his jaw finally gives way.
Even in jealousy, his first instinct is to protect you. Who can fault him for that?
Hemlock
Hemlock is a VERY loud person, we all know that.
And he’s very territorial as well. Is it insecurity or just a short patience? He will not tell.
So if someone else talks to you, he’ll get huffy and he won’t leave your side. Why would he leave you with someone else? Anything they wanna say to you, they can say in front of him.
Yeah, he’s possessive.
If you’re enjoying your time with the other guy a little too much for his liking (which is easy to happen), he’ll just groan and pick you up, carrying you away.
You yell at Hemlock for being immature and causing a scene, but he doesn’t care. In his mind, he already won because you’re spending time with him.
I hope you’re not socially anxious, because if he detects that you’re even SLIGHTLY uncomfortable, locked in a conversation with someone else, he’s immediately getting physical with them.
He’s got a short fuse and is very protective of you. It leads to pretty disastrous results.
Prophet
I really don’t see Prophet as the type to get jealous.
He’s an understanding guy, and he’s very secure in his place in your life. He doesn’t doubt you for a second.
After all, he knows who’s bed you return to at the end of the night.
So, go on, talk to whoever you want to talk to. Dance with whoever asks you. He’ll always keep a seat for you, when you get tired.
However, if he sees you getting uncomfortable, he’ll stop what he’s doing and head straight for you.
He wraps an arm around you and gives you a loving smile, but the moment his eyes fall on the person who’s been bothering you, he glares hard.
Prophet won’t even give the other person the time of day and just leads you away. Is anyone really going to argue with Prophet?
If you’re trying on purpose to make him jealous, he won’t. He’s a mature guy.
*nefariously rubs my hands like a lil goblin* yessssssssss requests are open
can i request how the idols and reader sleep together? like literally sleeping together. like sharing a bed honk shoo possibly cuddling together.
Sleeping With Their S/O
cw: pre- Charlie’s death in Dex’s section.
a/n: another evil and nefarious person, I see! I honestly love the mundane headcanons. I always worry that I’m going too far with the “Arora is a robot” thing, though. Her section (and Dex's) is long.
Arora
I don’t wanna say that Arora sleeps upright in some pod to charge at night. That, I think, is going too far.
However, her bed isn’t exactly comfortable.
She doesn’t have a bunch of sheets or pillows. Too much of those would block her ventilation and would make her internal fans overheat.
So, she has exactly one blanket and two pillows. She sleeps stiffly on her back, so one pillow is for her head and the other is for her knees (the proper support for back sleepers).
Arora doesn’t think much of it when you ask to spend the night with her.
“So funny!” Back when she reported to Harmony, she would have been disassembled and replaced with a fresh AI system, if she returned home with someone else, especially to sleep with. So, this new experience of sleeping in the same bed with her beloved is too good to pass up.
As this is exactly how she sleeps (and she doesn’t have muscles that get sore from sleeping on a hard mattress), she invites you in without any warning.
It’s like sleeping on a glorified table. It’s uncomfortable, and you shift around all night.
Arora, unaware of the issue, offers you the blanket. “I never use it anyway.” Then she offers you one of her pillows. “I suppose you will need this for your head, hm?”
She doesn’t go to bed unless she’s ready to sleep, so there’s no cuddling either, not unless you request it or you two do it before on the couch/somewhere similar.
Sleeping, to her, is just a necessity. She doesn’t change her patterns even if you sleep with her. You have to bring it up to her for her to even realize there’s a problem.
“Oh, yes, I noticed you rolled around a lot last night. Did you struggle to get comfortable?”
Finally, you invite her over to your place so she can see what a real bed is supposed to feel like.
She debates about it for a while, but she relents very easily. She wants to be with you, so of course she’ll do it.
When at your bed, she lets you lay down first. She witnesses you get comfortable, treating it like some study, instead of just getting ready for bed.
Once you’re comfortable, she lays down beside you exactly as she does in her own bed. She asks you for a second pillow, and she places it under her knees. Then, she closes your eyes.
You’re used to her falling asleep instantly, and you assume that she’s done so now. You move to cuddle up against her arm and let out a sigh. “I love you,” you tell her sleeping form.
“I love you too,” she replies, very much not asleep. Arora opens her eyes and tells you. “I feel very distracted. I’m sinking into the mattress.”
You lift your head as you stare down at her. “Is it uncomfortable?”
But then she shakes her head and puts her arm around you, pulling you back against her side. “It is very comfortable. I don’t think I’ve been this comfortable before.”
Ever? You almost want to ask about it, but she’s closing her eyes again, so you just sigh. “Take all the time you need, Rori. We have all night.”
She doesn’t fall back to sleep immediately after, but she doesn’t move an inch at all. She stays on her back, face turned up at the ceiling as she keeps an arm around you. Unlike others, her arms won’t fall asleep if you lay on them.
Once she registers that your breathing has steadied out and you’ve fallen asleep, she finally looks towards you. Is this what it is to be in love and comfortable?
Would she have ever experienced this without you?
“I love you,” she whispers to your sleeping form.
Charlie Disco
His favorite thing to do is pull you as close to him as possible, and that also translates to sleeping together.
He wears comfortable pajamas in the winter, and nothing but his boxers in the summer. This is to divert the fact that he won’t let go of you all night, no matter how hot it gets.
So I hope you enjoyed your personal space while you had it.
Charlie is a very big cuddler, so you better be prepared for that. He’s attached to you the moment that you’re both in bed.
You try to tell him that you need to get up for the bathroom, and he half debates going with you.
But he finally lets you go, and he moves over to your spot to keep it warm for you. Yeah, that’s the kind of person he is.
When you come back, he acts like he’s been dying ever since you left. He could be such a drama king.
“Seriously, I was gone for three minutes.”
“Three cold, cold minutes, babe. Get back in these sheets.”
You just roll your eyes before doing as you’re told, immediately getting slipped right back into his embrace.
There’s no way that you’re getting out of bed in the morning before him. He’s either already up, or he keeps you trapped in bed until you convince him not to miss breakfast.
He just loves to hold you. When you guys don’t sleep together, he whines the next day about how he just couldn’t get comfortable without his favorite person to hold.
Deckard “Dex” Voltaire
It definitely takes awhile for Dex to get comfortable enough to sleep with someone else.
Part of it, yes, is because of some self-doubt. However, he also just doesn’t sleep very regularly. His sleep schedule is wack as fuck, and he doesn’t want to bug you with crawling into bed too late or getting up before you. He doesn’t want to be a bother.
But one day, you’re spending the day at Dex’s apartment. It’s always more convenient for you to go to him, than it is for him to come to you.
It starts to rain heavily, and you stare out the window with a frown on your face. “It’s gonna be impossible to get through that rain.”
That’s right. You live across town from him. Taking the bus was a nightmare, especially since the weather suddenly changed, and even just driving, anything could happen.
“Just stay here,” he tells you, not looking up from his guitar.
You look back, shocked. He usually tells you in that polite but straightforward way that you should start heading home once the clock strikes a certain time. Or, he’s quick with an excuse back home, if he’s out with you. The fact that he would so willingly just offer you to stay the night is sort of a surprise.
“Like, for the night?”
He sighs. “Do you want to walk home in this rain?”
You obviously don’t object, and he finds you something that will substitute as pajamas for the night. “Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch when I’m done practicing.”
With his bad leg? Not a chance.
“C’mon, Dex, just come to bed. We can both sleep together.” You hesitate for a beat. “Don’t you want to do that?” You aren’t trying to fish, by any means. Sometimes, though, you can’t be certain with him.
“I’m going to be up for a few more hours. I don’t wanna bother you when I’m done, so it’s fine.”
You take one of his hands in yours, and with your other hand, you pull Ragnarock out of his grip and set it in its stand.
You can see Dex blush as you finally take his other hand and walk him to his room. You smile at him the entire time even though he pointedly avoids eye contact.
“Come on.” You sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling him towards you. “Let’s get some shut eye.”
He’s constantly thinking of how he should be pulling away. He should be telling you that he’s busy and can’t sleep right now. But… he can’t deny the desire to sink into your embrace. Maybe with you in the sheets with him, he’ll actually get a good night’s sleep.
At first, when he relents and climbs into bed, he lays decidedly on his side of the bed (though his bed is pretty small anyway). He lays on his back and just tries to get comfortable that way.
You don’t push him and just get ready for bed yourself. You close your eyes and try to sleep, but you can feel Dex staring.
When you feel him shift closer, you open your eyes and see what’s going on. He’s decidedly not looking at you.
“Shut up,” he tells you even though you haven’t said anything yet. “It’s cold…”
You pull him close and the two of you curl up together. Probably the only time he’ll be the little spoon.
He doesn’t make a habit of cuddling in bed. He usually only retires when he’s too exhausted to be awake anyway.
However, he’ll let you lean against him before bed, if you don’t mind him being distracted the entire time. He puts a lot of his focus on his guitar, but that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to spending time with you.
You tell him that a cuddle has to be mutual to actual count, and he just groans as he sets Ragnarock down. You can win that fight, maybe seven times out of ten.
Hemlock
This dude FOR SURE starfishes in his bed. And he is FOR SURE going to starfish on top of you too. Free weighted blanket.
He’s a deep sleeper, so you’re not going to get anywhere once he has you pinned underneath him.
He’ll usually be doing things until he collapses in bed. He doesn’t exactly take time to just lay in bed for the hell of it.
But, if you ask him, he will retire early and let you cuddle up with him. He enjoys cuddling with you, so as long as you catch him before he crashes, you’ll be able to get as much cuddling as you want.
As soon as he deems that the two of you have hugged enough, he just goes “Well, that’s enough of that,” and immediately rolls over to lay on top of you.
You whine and try to push him off, but he isn’t budging. Unless, of course, he’s hurting you. He’ll get up if you’re actually hurt.
(which can happen if he’s not careful with that dome of his.)
Dude tends to sleep in the buff so good luck with that.
You’d think he wouldn’t run hot bc of all that… metal and glass… but the body mass has a tendency to trap heat.
So, good luck with him in the summer.
Prophet
This dude has a gigantic mattress. I’m talking California King.
Does he need all that space just to sleep? Absolutely not. He doesn’t tell you that he used to have a smaller mattress. He definitely did not change to a bigger bed once he met you (<- he totally did).
But having all that space definitely makes for an interesting sleep. He doesn’t really toss and turn, he’s a sound sleeper, but on the off-chance that he has to turn in bed, he’s never short on space.
And admittedly, all that space gets lonely. He tells you that you should spend the night more often. “I can only fill up so much of this space, baby. Come on, just for the night.” He says that every night.
He loves to cuddle. You don’t have to ask him, he’ll always be pulling you close. You’d be hard pressed to find a time when he doesn’t want to hold you.
On the days that he doesn’t get to have you in his bed, he trains his internal clock to wake up early so that he can make you breakfast.
Yep, you’re getting breakfast in bed. He may not always get up in time, though, so he’ll ask if you want to order some breakfast to be delivered. Prophet always manages to make it work.
Lingering in bed with you is his favorite pass-time. You don’t have to sleep, and you don’t have to be intimate. It’s about spending time with you in a comfy place where you both feel safe. That means the world to him.
You could write about the DaD members discovering that their partner was a very famous and talented musician. Someone who had walked away from a career to become a music teacher and was even considering giving up music entirely. But, who changed their mind after meeting the rest of the band.
Ex-Musician!Reader
“I want to sing. Is it okay if I cover my ears?” - Hako Yamasaki’s Utaitaino.
cw: Brief and vague mention of substances in Hemlock's section. A little suggestive for one bullet in Prophet's section.
a/n: 🤔 Interesting… also no indication in your request, so this will be headcanons. My only thought was how to have the same convo five times… hope it came out well!
Arora
When Arora brings up your past, she does it rather suddenly. There’s no real indication as to what might have tipped her off to your previous profession, but one day, she has that knowledge.
“Why did you never tell me about this?” She brings up your career. She brings up your stage name. It all makes you wince.
“That’s not who I am anymore,” you tell her, but she persists until she wears you down.
Finally, you decide to tell her. You try to make it quick just to make it painless as you explain to her that you used to be a pretty famous musician.
“You are underselling it,” she tells you bluntly. “You were a little more than ‘pretty’ famous.”
Her words make you roll your eyes. “That’s in the past. I walked away from all of that to become a teacher, and I’m happy with my choice.”
Arora doesn’t get it. Why would you give up music? The idea makes her pensive.
Of course you notice. Part of you debates not digging into it, just because you want the subject dropped, but you decide that you can’t leave Arora hanging, so you give her the mercy of explaining things a little more.
“I almost gave up on music, yeah. It just… didn’t feel right. It felt hollow. But when I saw people discovering music in classes, I realized that I was too lost in the fame and drama. Teaching helped me reconnect with why I loved music in the first place.”
When she looks at you, she briefly wonders what brings her back to her own music. Is it passion, or is it programming? The unknown of the answer scares her.
But then she feels your hand hold hers, and it snaps her out of her thoughts. It’s sweet. She loves the smile on your face. She loves the way you lean in.
She thinks you’re about to kiss her, and so she closes her eyes.
But then you just speak. “Don’t bring this up again. It’s in my past for a reason.”
Well. She supposes that she can do that.
Charlie Disco
Charlie had been going through some old shit, and he managed to find your stuff too.
He found a box of pictures, costumes, old merch. He was really surprised to see everything.
He ends up taking a CD and playing it while he does some research, and he finds out that 1) your music was awesome and 2) you were extremely popular, back in the day. Famous.
But you don't make music anymore. You just teach. It makes Charlie wonder what happened that you would leave it all behind. Were you tossed out? Did you walk away on your own?
Well, the only way to get answers is to ask you, so he leaves with the CD to ask you about what happened.
When Charlie shows you the CD and its case, you take it to get a closer look, just to make sure you weren't hallucinating.
Once you're certain, you drop the case onto the ground and stomp it under your heel, making sure to shatter the CD inside as well.
Charlie acts hurt for five seconds before he smiles. “Sike! I already burned that CD!”
"I'll burn you!"
You immediately put Charlie in a headlock, and it's a surprisingly easy thing to do. He just laughs. “What? You didn't throw that stuff away, you kept it! That must mean you didn't hate that job.”
You keep him in that headlock as you think about it. It was a long time ago. It wasn't your life anymore.
“I just lost track of what music meant to me,” you tell him, finally letting him go. “I needed to get away from the noise to hear the music.”
Charlie takes some time to readjust his shades and his hair, but he nods, smiling. “I get it. But why a teacher?”
“I think it helps keep me grounded.” You shrug. “Besides, I get to light the path for future musicians with my teachings.”
Pointing to himself, Charlie says, “I never had formal training, and I'm doing well for myself.” A bit of an understatement about how well Dead As Disco was doing.
You just give him a gentle nudge. “Not everyone has natural talent. Some people have to work their skills from zero.”
Charlie hugs you, pulling you close all of a sudden. “You have crazy patience to be training future rockstars.”
“I get it from dealing with you.”
Deckard “Dex” Voltaire
Things are quiet between you and Dex. He plays quietly on his guitar while you grade assignments.
Then, you hear his playing stop, but he doesn't say anything. He is, however, staring at you pretty intensely.
You finally turn back to face him and ask if he needs something.
Dex remains quiet for a moment longer before suddenly speaking up. “Disco says you used to be famous, back in the day.”
The comment makes you roll your eyes. “And you know he has a tendency to lie for the sake of a joke.”
The problem lies in the fact that Dex knows Charlie wasn't lying, he just can't understand why you are.
He focuses back to his guitar, his playing getting a little intense as he tries to ignore his own frustration. “I just thought it was interesting.”
You can tell he's upset. It's not right to lie, but your past isn't something you like to get into.
“I was,” you suddenly say, though Dex doesn't stop playing. “Back in the day, I was… popular, I guess. But…” How do you explain what happened? How do you explain how overwhelming things got? Or how it felt to lose your heart in the music that used to mean the world to you?
You're so lost in thought, you almost don't hear his guitar riffs get softer. He realizes that your past is a heavy thing, and he doesn't want to push you about it if you aren't ready. He knows that the past can be difficult to talk about.
“It's okay,” he finally tells you, pulling you from your thoughts. “You don't have to talk about it. I guess I shouldn't have pried.”
You huff. “I shouldn't have kept it a secret from you.”
“You're allowed to have your secrets.” This is quickly becoming an irritating conversation. “You're human. It's not like I tell you everything.”
His words silence you, making you think for a moment longer. “I'd be willing to tell you. Someday,” you offer.
Dex, however, is already focused back on his guitar. “Whenever you're ready.” His words keep any pressure off of you, but you don't miss the weight behind them either.
When you were ready, you would tell him.
Hemlock
It's honestly a miracle that Hemlock knows anything. What with all those totally legal substances he would imbibe, plus the alcohol, his memory is not the greatest.
But then one day, while you two are spending time together, someone approaches. You assume they're there for Hemlock, since Dead As Disco is at a peak.
However, when they're close, you notice that they're looking directly at you. They hold out a pen and paper. “Omigod, I never thought I'd see you again. Will you please give me your autograph?”
You try your best to turn them down, but Hemlock ends up needing to step in.
“Oi, no means no! Piss off already!”
The fan stumbles away, spurned, muttering something about rockstars while Hemlock puts a protective hand on your shoulder.
The two of you walk for a little bit without addressing it, but he suddenly turns his skull towards you. “So, you hiding an OnlyFans from me or something?”
You're shocked at his audacity, and that reaction makes Hemlock laugh. “No! Nothing like that! You're the worst, Hem.”
It takes him a moment to stop laughing, but once he does, he shakes his head. “Then what? You a rocker in a past life?”
“I was a musician in this life, yes.”
Hemlock stares just to make sure that you're being serious, and once he sees it, he finally stops trying to joke about it.
“Well… why didn't ya tell me? You could have helped with the band's songs!”
You just shake your head. “I already have to grade homework, I don't have time to grade yours, too.”
Hemlock lets out a “pfft” before falling silent, letting the two of you walk in semi-peace. You know, however, that he's thinking.
Hemlock thinking is never a good thing.
“Before you ask,” you interrupt. “I don't make music anymore, and I certainly don't perform. That's all in the past.”
“Why are you so against the fact that it happened?” His simple question shocks you, and you look back towards him, eyes wide in surprise. “It's still part of you. Even if you hated it, why reject it?”
What the fuck? Is Hemlock being deep right now? Your face must have said it all, because Hemlock sighed, acting like it was some big deal.
“What? Just because I’m angry all the time, doesn’t mean I only got shallow thoughts in my skull.” He pantomimes rolling his eyes. “Whatever. I’m glad you ended up where you did, because now you’re with me.”
“Yep.” You nodded. No sense lingering on that surprsingly meaningful conversation.
Prophet
Prophet actually already knew that you used to be a musician.
He’s nothing if not thorough.
But he’s aware that the past is the past, and so he waits for you to approach him about the subject. He’s a musician, so it might help you feel inclined to talk about being a musician in the past. That’s his thought process, anyway.
However, nothing ever happens. He invites you to judge his work, but you just tell him that it sounds great, or maybe you make an excuse about needing to focus on grading papers. It makes him wonder how uninviting he is to have you avoid the topic so severely.
But still, he doesn’t push it. He waits for the perfect moment, because that’s what he does best.
One day, the two of you are watching TV together after supper, and he finally breaches the subject as delicately as he can without beating around the bush.
“You love teaching music. Makes me wonder why you don’t make music yourself, anymore.”
He feels you tense at his side, and he feels that maybe this past weighs down on you more than he thought. “How did you know?”
He shifts a little, looking down at you with faux hurt. “You think I wouldn’t know everything I could about you?” But seeing your reaction, he lets out a sigh. “Listen, I know it’s not my place to bring it up if it’s dead to you, but you were famous. You can’t hide fame like that, baby.”
You know that he’s right. Just because you don’t talk about it, doesn’t mean people can’t find out. “That’s just not who I am anymore. All the noise and the… pressure…”
When Prophet sees you getting embarrassed, he rubs your arm in a comforting gesture. “You don’t have to defend your past to me. That’s not why I brought it up. If you wanted to make music, I’d give everything to get you in a recording studio. That’s all.”
You lean your head against his shoulder as he pulls you close. “That’s behind me. Besides, I like teaching more than I liked being a musician.” At least at the end of your career, when things got messy.
“I like you teaching, too. You really have a way with words.” He’s silent for a moment, his gaze flitting away from both you and the TV. “Teachers are hot, too.”
His words make you sigh, but honestly, you just appreciate how supportive he is.
