#he is wearing a leather jacket with a fur coat

[yoda-bor]

[yasuyasudere]

So, I made an Underfell sans jacket…

It basically took me a year to make even though I was actually only making alterations.

This is a motorcycle riding jacket. I added the red reflective stripes, yellow flannel lining, fur to the hood, changed the zipper to gold and the gold grommets, and used a custom zipper pull of Fell Papy’s face.

I had to do a lot of hand stitching because this bad boy broke my sewing machine. Turns out, even with a heavy duty needle, you can’t force a regular machine to stitch through steel wool, leather, and a zipper. Ha.

The design is based off @theskeletongames fell sans design, and this thing is heavy duty. The riding safety pads add that classic bulky figure of sans. Like, ever wonder how he goes from little skeleton to bulky and intimidating one? New head canon, it’s cause he wears a riding jacket. Which is also why it’s so toasty, cause this thing is now my winter coat.

I’m mega ultra excited to wear it around.

Might still go back and add a hidden black vinyl design to the back for extra reflective ability when riding, but I’ve spent waaaaaaaaay too much on this jacket already considering I still need to get the rest of my gear and upgrade from my cute (but speed limited) moped. ^^;

How’d I do?

[lovebugism]

rockstar eddie punching the lights out of sleazy paps who try to take upskirt pics of you as you’re leaving the afterparty

ty for requesting! — rockstar!eddie defends you from the creepy paparazzi (rockstar!eddie universe, established relationship | 1.1k)

Post-show adrenaline rushes through your veins like ice-cold water. Your limbs go numb with it, hands trembling like leaves as you give your dressing room a last once-over. Beneath the heartbeat in your ears, you notice the screaming audience has gone slowly quiet — which usually means they’re rushing to the backstage doors. 

You have approximately one minute to get to the tour bus before a crowd starts swarming. 

Eddie, however, continues to lounge on the plush leather sofa like a king despite the ever-shrinking timeline. 

His leather pants sit low on his hips, enough to reveal the trail of hair on his stomach leading to the tight tanktop he wears under his leather jacket. His curls are wild and sticky with sweat. His eyes are glassy with alcohol and adrenaline, a couple of chocolate buttons lined around the edges with black eye-pencil.

He looks heavenly, an angel built for sin, but you don’t have time to admire him now. 

“C’mon, Eds. We gotta go,” you huff after you’ve checked all the drawers, effectively sweating beneath your faux fur coat.

“Wait. Hold on,” Eddie calls to your retreating form, unmoving from his spot on the sofa.

You freeze in the doorway. “What?” you call to him in an unenthusiastic monotone.

“Nothing…” Eddie lilts as his pink mouth curls into a crooked smile. “You just look really pretty tonight.”

You look hardly a thing like he’s used to — his quiet girl from Hawkins with an easily excitable temper, who was so talented that it bordered on annoying at times. You look less like a GAP catalog and more like a rockstar. Bold makeup, tight dress, thick fur coat, and rings on every finger. You look divine. Eddie doesn’t know how he got you.

Your eyes narrow into thin slits. “Just tonight?”

“Every night,” Eddie corrects.

“C’mon. We don’t have time for this,” you grouse with a roll of your eyes. 

Your high-heeled boots sound heavy on the thin carpet as you stomp over to the lazing boy. Your cold hands wrap around his wrist to pull him upward. Eddie trails behind you while you drag him out of the empty dressing room.

The crowd beats you to the backstage door.

The crew has long loaded your equipment onto the tour bus. Gareth and Jeff wait for you there, too, sufficiently protected from the mob swarming outside. It’s all blurred faces and camera flashes and grabbing hands. Everyone’s shouting so many different things at once that their words all run together in a dizzying drone.

Eddie ducks his head and leads the charge through the masses. He keeps his ringed hand tightly wound with yours as he rushes through the crowd with his face half-hidden in his hair. 

You last that way for no longer than a moment or more before your hand slides from his. Eddie’s head whips around to find you sloppily signing your name on posters with your face on it, band merch, and the top one woman’s scantily-clad chest. 

He hates when you stop for autographs in places as crowded as this. ‘Cause someone always gets too grabby or too pushy, and Eddie has to get mean.

The surrounding paparazzi start to close in — shouting your names, all eager for the best shot of you, and hoping for the cover of the following days’ magazine.

The roaring crowd gets in between the two of you. Eddie feels like his heart’s in his throat when you get trapped in the mob, still smiling politely and scribbling autographs to cover your panic. Eddie pushes his way through the people to get to you with a lot less gentility.

“Hey, back a little bit, would ya?” he shouts to the aggressive paps shoving their cameras every which way. 

Everyone’s screaming too loud to listen. 

He reaches you no more than ten seconds later, though it had felt like an eternity at the time, and spots a camera angled far too low to be casual. A man with a receding hairline and sweaty upper lip stands behind you and takes a number of flashing shots, blindly aiming under your dress for a view of what you’re wearing underneath it.

Eddie hopes to God you’ve got something on underneath it as he shouts, “Hey! Back up! Are you fucking crazy?” He grabs your wrist with one hand and shoves the pap backward with the other.

The older man stumbles back a step or two, but doesn’t get far with all the people crowded behind him. He pushes Eddie back with a hairy hand, seemingly on instinct. Eddie doesn’t realize his fist is throwing a punch until he feels the impact of the man’s jaw on his knuckles. 

His eyes widen in shock of himself as the crowd roars — in gasps and shouts and calls of praise. You cover your agape mouth with one hand when the paparazzo stumbles over himself and onto the ground. The mob parts to let him fall. No one helps him back up again.

Eddie feels a sharp and tingling ache rushing through his fingers as he tugs you through the horde and towards the tour bus. This time, you let him.

“Hope you guys liked the show!” he shouts, waving his ringed hand and effectively flashing his bruising knuckles. The fans erupt in a symphony of screams that you can hear long after the door to the bus has shut behind you.

An hour or more later, the story has made its way to damn near every news channel. ‘Eddie Munson Will Rock You,’ the headline reads over a picture of the rockstar mid-punch. 

The newscast plays the video on repeat in a number of different angles. The four of you, still dressed in your concert outfits, gather around the small square television to watch.

“Well…” Jeff sighs to break the silence. “That was quick.”

Gareth pouts from the mini dining table. “I can’t believe I missed it…”

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and slumps beside you on the couch. “At least now everyone’s talking about this shit and not those pictures that asshole took of you.”

“You say that like you did it on purpose,” you quip with a playful glint in your narrowed eyes.

“I did, actually,” Eddie shrugs, obviously sarcastic. “‘Cause I’m a genius. Always thinking two steps ahead, sweetheart.”

“You’re an idiot,” you smile, rolling your eyes as you lean over to brush a kiss to his burning cheek. You linger against him and whisper in his ear, “Meet me in the bunks in five minutes.”

You rise from the plush sofa and saunter towards the back of the bus — dress swishing at your hips, fur coat bouncing around your arms. You catch Eddie’s heavy gaze over your shoulder and flash him a wink before sliding the door shut behind you.

Eddie’s glad those photos of you haven’t gotten out, but that doesn’t mean he can’t take a couple polaroids of his own.

[paceprompting]

We'll Meet Again

written for ‘shopping’ | wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: g | cw: no warnings apply | tags: pre-season four, pre-relationship, fluff, flirting, part two of "Need a Ride?"

Part One

@steddieholidaydrabbles

Eddie didn’t mind the mall around Christmas.

Yeah, the tinny music through the building’s speakers might grate his nerves after a few hours, but Eddie made it a point not to be there that long in the first place. And with everyone so busy from Black Friday to New Year’s, he could slip through the crowds with little to no dirty looks in his direction.

Which meant shopping for Wayne’s Christmas present in peace.

He’d noticed it around Halloween, coming home after Wayne to find him passed out on the couch. His coat hung on one of the kitchen chairs, and Eddie had stared at it while eating a midnight cereal. The old man had the thing since before Eddie started staying with him, and the wear was starting to show.

The inner lining had started to come away, and the corduory fabric on the outside was a few patches from unsalvagable. Not to mention the ratty state of the fur collar.

It had taken until now, two weeks into December, to save up enough for a coat—after his half of the rent and gas money. At least for the good ones at Bloomingdale’s.

He’d planned to be in and out in under an hour. It took the longest just to get into the store, and then to the men’s section at the back. Eddie found the style he wanted immediately, and went to searching the rack for the right size.

“Branching out?”

He may have been overly confident about flying under the radar.

Eddie’s eyes shot to the other side of the rack to find himself across from Steve Harrington. Again.

It had only been a week since the night Eddie still wasn’t sure he hadn’t hallucinated—where Steve had given Eddie a ride home without asking anything in return. Eddie had lived in terror for two days at school thinking Steve would pop up behind him and demand repayment.

“How’s the van?” Steve asked.

Because Eddie hadn’t said anything. And for some reason Steve was waiting there until he did.

“Waiting to go to the shop,” Eddie finally managed, swallowing hard. “Sharing the truck with my uncle.”

Steve nodded, standing with his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. Eddie peered around the rack and noticed that Steve didn’t have any shopping bags. Or any clothes laid over his arms, ready to buy.

Eddie raised a brow. “Something catch your eye over here?”

“Uh.” Steve blinked, like he’d been caught. He frantically scanned the clothing rack, plucking out a jacket that looked nearly identical to the one he was wearing. “This one.”

“Very you, Harrington.”

Steve held it up to his chest. “You think?”

It was ridiculous that that made Eddie chuckle. He spent twenty minutes with the guy, and he was already laughing at his charming, jock personality. Because Steve had been pleasant during that ride, even when Eddie tested the limits by changing the radio to a metal station.

Then Steve held the jacket out to him.

“Try it on.”

Eddie stared at him, wide-eyed. Then at the jacket, and back. “I can barely afford the buttons on that thing. I shouldn’t even touch it.”

Steve gave him a flat look, and shook the jacket. Eddie set his hands on his hips, and they remained that way until Eddie was sure Steve’s arm was going to fall off before he gave in.

He rolled his eyes, and went to strip off his own leather jacket, leaving Steve to join him. Eddie expected to be handed the garment, but when Eddie was just in his long-sleeve, Steve was holding the jacket for Eddie to slide his arms into.

Holding his breath, Eddie turned his back to Steve and eased into it.

It didn’t have the give of Eddie’s well-worn jackets, but it was warm. He examined the fit against his body, and definitely not what he thought were Steve’s eyes trailing over his torso.

“Alright, it’s nice,” Eddie admitted, glancing at Steve from under his lashes. “One tip for you, though,”

Steve set his hands on his hips, raising his chin. “Oh yeah?”

Eddie put on his stage smile, wide and bold.

“Black. Always.”

“Can I, uh, get you a pretzel or something from the food court?”

Eddie thought he was surprised that they’d walked out of the store together. And then Steve asked him that.

He stared at Steve, the question echoing around in his skull like a ping-pong ball. And Steve…looked almost nervous, pink tongue darting out along his bottom lip. Between the good will of that snowfall drive and the easy way Steve had stayed at his side this whole time, Eddie didn’t have an answer as quick as he usually would.

He almost wanted to say yes.

But it was less his decision to actually make.

“I really have to get the truck back. My uncle’s shift is starting soon, and I don’t want to make him late…” Eddie turned his shoulder toward the exit.

 Steve nodded, lowering his head. “Right.”

“I’m sorry.”

Why was he apologizing? He’d never promised anything. He and Steve barely knew each other.

But maybe it was the somber way he’d made Steve say that same thing he had in his car in that knowing way—when now it was quite the opposite.

Steve recovered quickly, getting his hair out of his face with a quick movement. He put on that subtle smirk of his in the face of the rejection.

“It was nice to see you again,” he said.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, hearing the vapid state of his reply too late. “I mean, you too.”

Not better, Edward.

But Steve visibly held back a larger smile, rocking on his heels. Apparently, if Eddie wanted Steve not to think he was an utter waste case, he had to interact like a normal human.

“See you around?” Steve asked, pivoting like Eddie had never denied him.

And the mental whiplash had to be the only explanation for his answer.

“Sure.”

Part Three

[funniestbitchinfaerun]

Bg3 companions and what vintage fashion era I think they belong in based on vibes only

this post brought to you by my degree in costume design

Gale: with that hair he can only be from the 80s. Remember that Miami Vice guy with the white suits and pastel shirts? Gale would think he looked so cool in that fit but would be an obvious nerd anyway.

Shadowheart: 90s-early 2000s goth. she would wear those spaghetti-strap velvet dresses and chunky black platform boots. she was Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way before Ebony was.

Lae'zel: 1940s. Partly because of the militaristic nature of githyanki culture and partially because i think she would look so gorgeous in one of those Women's Army Corps uniforms with the little hats. Give Bae'zel a little hat.

Astarion: 1930s but specifically in the way of those British guys from Noel Coward plays who hang out in velvet smoking jackets all day.

Wyll: 1920s. I'm talking three-piece suits, Gatsby style. Long cigarette holder. Wingtip shoes. Doing the Lindy Hop all night. I'm swooning just thinking about it.

Karlach: Gives me serious late-70s punk energy. She needs a beat-up leather jacket with Ramones and Blondie pins and the ripped-est jeans ever. Hair can stay exactly the same.

Halsin: This one's easy. Late 60s hippie. Homemade tie-dye, flower crowns, Birkenstock sandals. Possibly one of those suede fringed jackets.

Minthara: Also 1930s in that slinky Joan Crawford femme fatale way. She'd rock those bias-cut evening dresses and fur coats. Don't worry about how she got those diamonds during the Great Depression.

Jaheira: 80s mom vibes. Her high-waisted jeans and shoulder-padded blazers conceal her superspy badassery.

Minsc: 1950s greaser in the wholesomest way imaginable. Don't fight me on this. Boo has a tiny leather jacket of his own.

[beansprean]

they would love it

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Full body of Nandor wearing Ed's leather jacket, trousers, boots, knee brace, fingerless gloves, rings, and pearl necklace. His hair is down and several inches of his stomach is visible beneath the jacket hem - he's not wearing anything under it. He is posed as if trotting forward, one hand on his hip and the other holding up a flintlock with gold detailing as he stares at it with an excited grin. 2. Full body of Ed wearing Nandor's red knee-length riding coat, belted at the waist, and a brown swirl-pattered overcoat with fur at the elbows, neck, and front hems. He has on brown leather boots, a cream colored cravat, and Nandor's rings, hair pulled half up in a bun. He is stroking the fur of the overcoat with one hand and smiling satisfactorily at the other as he flaps it around to inspect the exposed ruffled sleeves of the undershirt. Plain white background. /end ID

[orions-choker]

Cabin Fever (Kirk Hammett x Reader NSFW)

Confessions, Riding, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 4,588

A winter vacation she didn't even want to go on leaves Reader and Kirk closer than she ever thought.

(This is cross posted to AO3 for @mustainegf 's writing contest! mostly its shameless Kirk smut.)

Mexico, Cuba, Costa Rica, The Bahamas. Really there was an extensive list of much warmer places that Y/N would rather be right now for the winter holidays. Enjoying cool tropical waters, warm sandy beaches and fruity drinks. However, her choices were out-voted by the rest of the guys. No, her friends wanted a real rustic winter getaway, up in a ski lodge in the rocky mountains.

It would be a lie to say it wasn’t beautiful in its own way. It was an endless sea of white, a small little mountain town completely blanketed in fresh fluffy snow. It glistened in the afternoon sun, reflecting off the imposing mountains that bordered the town, in the distant a bright blue glacial lake that hadn’t quite frozen over yet.

The picturesque scenery did not make up for the instant dampness that traveled up to her knees as she hopped out the lifted truck. Cold and uncomfortable as it soaked through her jeans. She looked down with a frown, sticking her tongue out in disgust. “Augh, yuck, what the fuck do they not shovel around here?” She lifted her legs attempting to brush the snow off of her.

A cackle sounded behind her, and she turned with a glare to greet all the boys. “Yeah well who wears jeans and sneakers to a fucking ski resort.” Lars taunted her as he adjusted the wool hat on his head. She eyed each of the guys carefully. Truthfully she had thought they were over dressed when they started the trip here. She was envious now of James’s huge fur lined coat. Even Cliff was wearing heavier denim than usual.

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, her arms coming to wrap themselves around her body as the cold winds started to soak in through her leather jacket. “Doesn’t look like much of a resort to me.” She chortled. The cabin was wholly unassuming, It was a two story building, large enough to house all of them but nothing special. A large pile of firewood sat on the front porch protected from the snow by the overhanging eave of the roof. The only standout was the large bay window. No other cabins surrounded them; they were seemingly alone.

“For the fucking price we paid it better be.” James grumbled walking ahead of the group, his luggage and snow gear under his arms as he shoved the front door open. Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed her own small luggage. She had no intention of doing any sort of snow sport so she packed light thankfully.

The interior of the cabin was cozy. Surrounding a huge stone fireplace were long armchairs, worn leather couches and a plethora of fuzzy blankets and soft pillows decorating the seats. “First one upstairs gets the master bedroom!” Kirk called out from behind her, already dropping his bags at the base of the stairs. Of course he would, the little shit, he was halfway up the stairs when he called it out.

“Not fair!” Y/N called out, quickly playing chase as she scrambled after him, her socked feet slipping a little against the polished wood. There were disinterested groans from the boys left on the first floor as the two raced upstairs. Y/N was out of breath as she stumbled into the room, seeing Kirk already lounging on the large bed in victory. “Fuck you that was cheating.” She heaved out, flopping next to him face first into the mattress.

Kirk’s breathy laugh warmed her cheeks as he began slowly pushing her off the bed. “Too bad, so sad.” He teased. “And I’m not sharing.” She fell to the floor limply, face pressed against the cool wood as she slowly gathered her breath. He leaned over the side, looking down at her with a toothy smile.

“You are actually the worst.” She groaned, reaching up to flick his forehead. “You made me run all the way up here, the least you can do is be a gentleman and bring my bags from downstairs to my room.” She pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. Slowly she lifted herself into a sitting position, resting her back against the bed as she took in the surroundings of the room.

She was sitting on a faux hide rug, the fur soft between her fingers. The bed was a large four post bed, with warm red flannel sheets and its own large window overlooking the back of the cabin she hadn’t seen. It overlooked the actual ski resort, in the distance like ants were the small figures of people ripping down mountains, chair lifts and gondolas. It seemed so far away from where they were now.

The bed creaked lightly as Kirk lifted his weight from the mattress. “I don’t think that's how it works, You didn't have to race me.” As his feet touched the floor his hand came down roughly on her head, ruffling her already wild hair. “But I guess I kind of like you so I’ll do it.” He sighed jokingly.

Y/N watched him leave the room with a warm smile, hands gently going to smooth out her hair from where he had tangled it further, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Slowly she got up, stepping out into the decorated hallway, snow shoes, hunting gear and antlers hug upon its walls. She shuffled into a seemingly unoccupied room, nowhere near as impressive as the master.

A single bed was pushed into the corner of the room, light blue sheets and duvet. The walls were painted brighter and soft lights hung across the walls. Likely meant for a child's bedroom but it would do just fine for her. Kirk all but tumbled in after her, her bags and his own thrown across his body as he nearly collapsed from the weight. Y/N quickly rushed to grab her things from him. “Why would you take it all up at once?” She chastised him.

“Two trips are for pussies.” He grunted, readjusting the bags across his back. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at him, the urge to push him over tingled at her fingertips. Instead she relented, grabbing a duffle bag from his hands and walking him back to the entrance of his room where she dropped it. “Thanks Y/N.” He huffed, dropping his things and running a hand through his long curls.

Y/N glanced once more out the window in Kirk's room, it seemed the sky grew dimmer already despite it being early evening, large flakes of snow were falling now. She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on the corners of her lips. Despite all her bitching and complaining it was truly a winter wonderland outside. Kirk’s eyes stayed trained on her face with a fond look. She caught his gaze in her peripheral vision and blushed.

Suddenly there was a noise from downstairs, James gruff voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs. “Y/N, Kirk get your asses down here!” He called. The two turned to each other with a shrug. Y/N hopped down the stairs two at a time. Warmth suddenly flooded her the closer she got to the bottom, an orange flickering light danced along the walls and the crackling of a fire reached her ears.

Cliff, Lars and James stood by the door, still fully dressed. “These idiots forgot to bring beer, so we're heading back into the town before the snow gets any worse.” Cliff explained with an exasperated sigh. “Want to come with us?” He asked.

The town was about a 20 minute drive back down the mountain, and truthfully Y/N wasn't willing to brave the cold again. Her eyes drifted to the window, the snow seemed heavier now, denser, the truck outside already buried beneath it. “Is it really safe to drive right now?” She mumbled with concern. “I don’t think I’ll join but I don't know if you guys should go either.”

James twirled the keys around his finger casually. “We’ll be fine, I've driven in worse, want anything from town?” He asked with a cocky grin. Any worry Y/N had for his well being flew out the window as she rolled her eyes at him. “Kirk?” He asked the man beside her with a raised eyebrow.

Kirk thought for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah I’m good I’ll keep Y/N company here so she doesn’t get scared.” His voice wavered as he impersonated a ghost, wiggling his fingers towards her. She swatted his hands away giggling. “Drive safe you guys.”

The group bid farewell to them, a cold gust of wind ripping through the house as the door swung open. Y/N watched them carefully as they brushed off the vehicle and backed out of the driveway. As they disappeared into the distance she sighed and shuffled back into the living room. She sat on a recliner chair closest to the fire. The cold in her bones finally thawed out.

“I really doubt booze is important enough to drive in this weather.” She complained, eyeing Kirk as he moved to the T.V in the corner of the room, flipping through the collection of tapes that had been left in the cabin. Kirk's fingers stopped on a tape.

Holding it up for her, Y/N leaned forward squinting to read the title. “Don't underestimate their need to be drunk.” Kirk shook his head. “They’ll be fine, don't worry so much Y/N.” Finally she could read the title. ‘Black Christmas’.

“Kirk no,” She whined, throwing her head back as he moved to place it in the VCR. “I am so not in the mood for anything spooky right now while we're up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.” Her protests were made in vain as the hum of the T.V coming to life filled the room. “I’m going to my room.” She moved to get out of her chair.

An evil laugh escaped Kirk causing Y/N to turn her head towards him again. “You don’t want to go upstairs alone, that's where the killer will be.” He warned her with a smug smirk. He leaned back against the leather, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and slinging his arm around the back of the couch. His eyes darted from her face to the empty spot next to him.

A chill ran up her spine, causing her to shiver violently. Logically she knew there was no one upstairs but with the thought implanted into her brain she begrudgingly moved across the room to him. Her friend smiled at her in victory. Y/N elbowed him lightly as she grabbed one of the throw blankets and sat on the couch leaving a space between them. She didn’t notice the sudden frown on Kirk's face. “I hope you know I hate you so much.” She huffed.

The opening of the movie began playing, showcasing a deranged killer breaking into a sorority house. The phone on the screen rang out at the same time the cabin’s phone did. Y/N jumped with a blood curdling scream, tucking into herself as she looked towards the offending sound. It caused Kirk to jump at her reaction, placing a hand over his chest to calm his rapidly beating heart.

“Holy shit, Calm down Y/N, the movie just fucking started.” He breathed out, looking at her in concern before getting off the couch to grab the phone off the wall. As he answered it a worried look crossed his face, eyes darting between Y/N and the window outside, it was pitch black now. “Yeah, okay, I'm glad you guys are safe, we will see you tomorrow then.” He spoke into the receiver before hanging up.

Y/N leaned over from the couch with curious eyes. “Everything Okay? Who was that?” She asked, jumping a little at the sounds of murder coming from the T.V. She watched as Kirk walked to the door, turning the deadbolt and drawing the curtains over the windows.

Kirk gave her a reassuring smile. “The guys are stuck in town.” He sighed. “Truck got stuck on the road, they are safe in a hotel so don’t worry, they're gonna get towed up here tomorrow.” He assured her as he tossed another log on the fire before settling back in next to her.

“Ugh those fucking idiots, I knew they shouldnt have left.” Y/N sighed, relieved still that they were all safe. Her body relaxed slightly. “Okay well I definitely don't want to keep watching this, not if we have to sleep all alone here tonight.” she shuddered at the thought. Fear creeping up her skin and settling there.

“What, it's just getting good!” Kirk gestured to the T.V as more violence ensued, honestly Y/N had already lost the plot. “Don’t worry I’ll protect you from crazy murderers.” He joked, opening his arms up and gesturing for her to come closer. Y/N eyed him wearily, it would be the closest in proximity she had ever been to him if she took him up on the offer. The eager and hopeful look in his big brown eyes had her sighing and shuffling over.

His arms wrapped around her shoulders as she pressed the side of her face to his chest. Their legs kicked out to the side as they lay on the couch, a sudden tangle of limbs. He smelt warm, like sage, sandalwood and maybe a little citrusy. Red stained her cheeks as she could hear his heart beating erratically in his chest, on the outside he seemed calm though.

She peaked up at him, staring at the underside of his chin, just close enough to see the faint outline of stubble coming in. His eyes seemed permanently locked onto the screen. His hands gripped onto her tightly. To his credit she did feel safer from serial killers, but not from her own ugly feelings rearing their head.

Y/N wasn’t willing to risk her friendship with him or the rest of the guys over a stupid crush, even if the crush had lasted the entire three years she had known them now, Since she first met them as a sound tech for their first tour. She peered back over to the T.V, her vision partially obscured by his arms. Suddenly it didn’t seem to matter what was playing anymore.

Pushing her face deeper into his chest she tugged the blanket tighter around them. Soft whimpers still leaving her lips at any sudden loud noises. She could feel his chest moving as he chuckled at her. “Shut up.” She mumbled against the fabric of his shirt. “It’s so not funny.”

Suddenly his hand was in her hair, gently rubbing his fingertips into her scalp soothingly. “You’re just cute is all.” He looked down at her finally. His big brown eyes seemed almost red in the warmth of the firelight. Y/N’s heart skipped in her chest, breath hitching in her throat.

“Don’t say that.” She whispered.

“Why not?” Kirk asked with a frown, a crease forming between his eyebrows. His hand stilled on her head, strands of her hair tangled between his fingers. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

Quickly Y/N shook her head, her hands coming up to grip onto the bottom hem of his shirt. “No, it's not that.” She could feel the heat in her cheeks increase. “You just…you don't mean that in the way I want you to.” She confessed, the words spilling past her lips before she could stop them.

“Who are you to decide how I feel? Especially if I don’t even know how you want me to feel.” His eyes were glassy and sad as he dipped his head lower. His breath ghosted over her skin gently. “That doesn't feel like a fair assumption Y/N.” They settled into a silence, staring at each other accompanied only by the crackling of the fire and muffled sounds of the movie.

She blinked hard, examining his face for any tell on his intentions. If she was wrong about this she would be very, very wrong. It wasn’t a potential mistake to make lightly. “I..” The words caught in her throat. She swallowed nervously. “I don’t want to fuck this up.” Kirk’s hand moved untangling itself from her hair and trailing down to her face, his thumb rubbing underneath her watery eyes. “I don’t think theres anything you could say right now that would fuck things up.” His voice was soft and tender. She couldn’t help the way her eyes drifted to his lips as he spoke, his cute teeth poking from behind.

With a shaky sigh Y/N shifted her weight, leaning up further into Kirk’s personal space. “I want you to find me cute, not like a friend.” She started slowly, carefully watching the shift in his expression for any distaste. “I want desire to consume you the way it does me, I want your hands to shake when they brush against mine, your heart to jump in its chest when you see me, to want to kiss me-”

The sentence was cut short as Kirk swiftly leaned down, closing the miniscule gap between them. His fingers gripped against the soft skin of her cheek as he pulled their lips together. Y/N stopped breathing for a moment, her stomach twisting in surprise and anticipation. He tasted sweet like vanilla ice cream and faintly like tobacco.

Y/N was eager to return the kiss, Her hands scrambling up his body to wrap her hands in his hair, tugging him closer. Clumsily their teeth smacked against each other causing them to pull back laughing. Kirk's hand stayed cupping her face, with a fond smile. “That’s exactly how I want you Y/N.” he sighed.

Her skin burned where his thumb gently rubbed her cheek, a smile plastered on her face as she admired him closely. “You mean it?” She asked gently. Her fingers twirled around his soft curly hair. She watched with bated breath as his tongue gently peeked out, swiping across his bottom lip quickly, leaving it shiny.

“Want me to show you how much I mean it?” Kirk asked, his tone implying anything less than innocent. Like a switch was flipped, his eyes gleamed with something darker. His free hand trailing down to her hip and tugging her further up.

She was now acutely aware of the way their bodies pressed against each other, her hips coming to settle right on top of Kirks own, the pressure of something hard settled against her inner thigh. Her eyes snapped down quickly, a pleasant tingle running along her spine. She had yearned for so long to feel this desire from him. She shuffled, sitting up into a straddling position and pushing Kirk further into the couch. “Only if it means more to you than just one night of fun.” She hoped her request didn’t come across as desperate.

“Baby if I have you once I’m never letting you go.” He assured her, looking up at her in anticipation. His gaze longing as he rubbed small circles into her hips. His erection pressed against her ass as it strained desperately against his jeans. “I want you to be mine in every single way.” The confession was sincere and had Y/N’s heart aching.

Leaning down she captured him in a sweeter kiss this time, slow and steady as they learned the way their lips fit together. His skin was so soft against hers and she couldn’t help the soft whine that left her lips as she tried to drink him all in. Her hands pressed to his chest as she steadied herself above him. “Fuck, make that sound again.” Kirk groaned into the kiss, rolling his hips up to grind against her.

The sudden friction caused another moan to come barreling from her lips. She pulled back, their foreheads pressed together as Kirk held her hips in place, seeking relief from the pressure by pressing up against her. “Just like that pretty girl.” He sighed, tossing his head back against the arm of the couch with a small smile. “You sound so sweet.”

Experimentally Y/N shifted her hips, causing his hard on to rub against her core through the layers of their jeans. She squeeked, pressing down harder chasing the feeling once more. Kirk’s hips stilled, watching her in awe as she repeated the movement. Her eyes fluttered close as she rolled her hips against him. “G-god, Kirk,” She stuttered out.

“Y/N, Fuck, I need you out of this now.” He tugged on the waistband of her jeans desperately. Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, looking down on his fucked out expression. She nodded slowly and moved to stand up from the couch. Slowly her hands lifted to the hem of her shirt pulling it over her head, next unbuttoning her tight jeans and stepping out of them. She stood before him, lit only by the fire behind her casting a warm glow across her skin. His mouth felt dry at the sight of her reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

His eyes dropped to her chest as her tits were freed. Slowly her hands traced around them and down her body, tugging at the flimsy fabric of her underwear. Quickly he scrambled to undo his own jeans, shimmying out of them from his position against the couch, tugging them off along with his underwear.

Kirk’s cock slapped against the skin of his stomach as it sprung back. Y/N’s eyes widened a little in anticipation, quickly crawling back on top of him with a hungry kiss. It elicited a low groan from him, his hands quickly moving to cup her tits, squeezing the soft skin gently. Slowly she lowered her hips, rubbing her wet heat down his length teasingly. It caused his hips to stutter up involuntarily, knocking a shaky moan from both of them. “Fucking tease,” he hissed out.

Y/N’s giggle landed against his ears like music. She pulled her head back, sitting up straight and looking down at him with a smile. “You’re just impatient.” she giggled. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him beneath her, the feeling of his cock pressed against her, a delicious warmth spreading from her core and encompassing her whole body. “You can fuck me anytime you like.”

Kirk’s fingers fell from her chest, gently thumbing over her nipples as he moved down to her waist. He pulled her up, hips lifting up just enough for him to reach down between them. He grasped the base of his dick before aligning himself with her entrance. “You okay with this, I don't have a condom.” He stopped, the rational part of his brain working for just a moment.

“On the pill, don’t worry.” Y/N breathed out heavily, taking the next step to lower herself onto him. His body shuddered beneath her at the sudden warmth squeezing around him. She gasped, breath punched from her lungs with each inch she took. In this position she could feel him comfortably nuzzled against her cervix as she fully sheathed him. “F-fuck thats…a lot.” She mumbled out, head dipping low.

Feeling almost uncomfortably full Y/N lifted her hips for relief. Whining at the loss of her heat Kirk pistoned back up into her. She squealed falling forward, her hands gripped desperately at the leather of the couch, her chest pressed against his own as he began fucking up into her. “Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” He groaned into her ear. His fingers tightened around her waist, hard enough she winced, expecting bruises there the next day.

Each soft moan that fell from Kirk’s lips left Y/N wetter, the sound of him sliding in and out of her heat bounced off the walls. He was so vocal and Y/N wanted to record each noise he made so she could replay them forever. “Harder, Kirk.” She moaned, shakily pushing herself back up to look at him.

His mouth hung open, brows furrowed as he concentrated on the obscene bouncing of her tits above him. His thrusts up into her grew more aggressive, each slam of his hips into her own left her feeling bruised inside but she couldn't get enough of it. “You’re so beautiful,” He gasped. His hand came to rest above her pelvis. Stilling his movements for just a moment, his thumb pressed against her clit.

Y/N cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he rolled the sensitive nub underneath his fingers. Tears sprung to her eyes at his relentless attack against her. “Oh, oh, fuck!” She chanted the pressure building up inside her, a coil being wound tightly in her lower stomach. “Please Kirky, want to finish with you.” She grasped on to his wrist in a desperate attempt to get him to ease up.

Slowly he rolled his hips again. He continued with shallow thrusts, moaning lowly at the way she clenched around him desperately. “Fuck okay, cum pretty girl, want you to cum all over my cock.” He groaned.

The coil snapped with force, Y/N’s scream echoed through the empty cabin as she came around Kirk’s girth. Her body convulsed, falling forward helplessly as he fucked her through her release. His thrusts grew sloppy as he grew close as well. She cried into his shoulder at the continued stimulation, soft hiccups and tears wetting the skin. His arms came to wrap around her pulling her close as he stilled inside her.

She could feel the soft spasms of his cock as he coated her insides with his hot sticky load. Their fluids mixing together and dripping down his length to his balls before puddling under them on the couch. His heavy breaths against her ear tickled her skin. “Oh my god.” Kirk sighed gently, pressing a soft kiss to her skin.

“Yeah that about sums it up.” Y/N giggled weakly, her body completely limp against him as they lay there, still connected as he softened inside her. Slowly he began to slip out, Y/N sighing at the sudden loss of him inside her. With it came the last of their mixed climax and she winced at the sudden fluid coating her inner thighs. “Ugh gross.” She mumbled.

“You asked for it.” Kirk chuckled, carefully maneuvering them into a sitting position. He smiled down at her, pushing her hair back from her face where it stuck to her skin with sweat. He kissed her again. A kiss more pure, free from any nervousness or temptation. It had her beaming back up at him, hopeful for the future where they shared more kisses like that.

Y/N eyed the mess they had made on the couch. “We should get up and clean that up.” She shuffled her naked body from Kirk’s lap stepping back into her underwear and her shirt, forgoing the bra or jeans. Behind them she could hear the end credits of the movie rolling.

Kirk followed suit, stepping back into his underwear and sacrificing his own jeans to clean up the mess on the worn leather. “You know, we can just share the master bedroom if you want.” He turned to her with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. It earned him a laugh and a bra thrown at his head.

“I would fucking hope so!”

[nowimjustastranger]

Stcmo!Ford ever come across a Stan & Ford traveling together after falling into the portal together?

Sure has!

Ford is more likely to get along with his counterpart in that scenario too considering that Stan and his brother are together and have probably at least acknowledged the issues between them.

As is the case with one particular pair that Ford has come across in the multiverse, a Stan and Ford from dimension 83;9F, where both the brothers went through the portal into the Nightmare Realm. Ford 419"3 actually saved them from a horrific fate, opening a wormhole for them to escape through before the henchmaniacs could catch them and deliver them to Bill.

When Ford 419"3 comes across them in the multiverse years later (while looking for some part of another), they are thriving as professional bounty hunters. Ford 83;9F has a far more animalistic mindset due to an incident with one of their bounties. Ford was injected with a black market parasite, which heightened his senses and tampered with his DNA. So Stan is the talker between the two of them, handling their clients while Ford lurks behind him looking like an omen of death.

Ford covers up from head to toe, wearing what resemble tinted biker goggles along with leather gloves. Instead of a trench coat, Ford wears a Milford belstaff coat, as well as black dress shirts and slacks. He prefers black athletic boots though, which somehow look classy enough to not throw off his whole outfit. The man is dressed to both impress and intimidate.

On the other hand, Stan is far more casual, preferring to wear layers. He wears a simple white t-shirt with a solid color zip-up hoodie and then a dark brown fur lined aviator jacket on top of it all (the top two layers he leaves unzipped most of the time). He still has a mullet, and he accessorizes with fingerless, steel knuckle biker gloves and steel-toe boots that are the same brown as his jacket.

[carelessflower]

alec closet analysis thread

now it's confirmed that alec THE ultimate successor of broke nepo baby - sugar baby - tradwife pipeline, I compile a list of what items and brands i think he would use

casual wear

alec's style is the fit in trsom where he layer a leather jacket over hoodie, except now the leather jacket is some authentic italian leather costing 1000$ and the hoodie is ralph lauren. very subtle, very preppy boarding school with inheritance quiet luxury boy, ysl (magnus got confirmed wearing them and magnus shop/magic clothes for alec), loro piana, ami paris (magnus think "a" can be an initial alec is tres chic)

outerwear

classic burberry trench coat, leather jacket (a must), puffer, bomber, if in in dark color and cozy, there 70% chance alec wants it. fw chanel tweed stuff but non-monogram only. oh yeah got access to magnus unlimited closet of fur coat and been dressing in mob wife style every winter (it suit him so why change)

formal wear

structured, clean line, no fussy business. rarely do a three piece suit, unless it's a fancy nightout with magnus. layered his sweater/turtleneck with a blazer all the time. in shadoworld gala or events his suit would have pop of red either from the tie, the brooch or the detail to signal his position while blending in with other party-goers (consul robe wouldn't be sensible, considering shadowhunters history with downworlders). i can see ysl, celine, bottega, alexander mcqueen and peter do (the suit with the open back is for magnus only)

bag

THE shadoworld birkin mom, his collection isn't the biggest in the world because he's very particular in his pieces, no neon, overt pattern or rhinestone. got a mini birkin to store his airphones and gummy bear and izzy can't believe this is her brother's life now. big fans of every big bag imaginable, his birkin always looks like it may burst any moment. louis vuitton duffle bag, neutral, no excessive logo

jewelry

like anything silver, white gold, platinum, diamond, sapphire, pearl. tolerable of period and colored diamonds. keep ruby (bad association), gold and those god-awful rolex away from him please. own a couple of richard mille but only for fancy occasions, his go-to is usually vintage gucci bangle or cartier tank. got matching cartier love bracelet with max. break about 4 sets van cleef albraham but magnus like how delicately they sit on his collarbone so he gonna keep being restocked on them. for ring: harry winston, tiffany, graff, his fave shape is carre, emerald, cushion

perfume

woody, slightly white floral (he doesn't play about jasmine), anything fresh and clean, skin type of perfume. he's basically smell like entering a very expensive yet worth-the-price therapist's office. mfk 724, another 13, the matcha, and do son would be perfect. magnus got a whole shelves of kilian, alec basically take a look and one bottle and that's it. unless you're magnus don't come near him with anything patchouli or overwhelmed musk he would scowl as if your existence's offensive

tag list: @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @hoezier-than-thou @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43

@khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekroos @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood

@noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible

@letsgofortacos

@kita-no @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @goldendreams3 @cityofdownwardspirals

@stupidfuckindinosaur

@i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag

@banesapothecary @culiehua @izzysimcns

[decayofaugust]

Alucard x reader

Hi! This is my first fanfic posted here(I have an ao3 acc but it's empty for now). I'm new to this whole thing so uhh please give me constructive criticism thanksss...🥺

Anyways, this one is about Alucard wondering wether you're copying his outfits and simping over you. Thank you for reading!

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He could've sworn you were doing it on purpose.

Common were the meetings between you and Alucard nowadays. No matter how ridiculous the hour or how short the notice, you were always dolled up.

It was something that Alucard had grown accustomed to. In fact, it almost pleased him. You were definitely easy on the eyes, with an unique smile and a more than respectable body.

If only he could have you. Alas, he was a monster and you were a human. Giving into fantasizing was already so sinful, he held himself back with as much restraint he could muster.

But lately, his resolve could only heave and struggle under the pressure of your kicks, for you started putting yourself forward all neatly wrapped up in outfits that looked awfully similar to his many looks.

The first that aroused his suspicion was when you two had went undercover together to a nightclub. He could have never forgotten the way you were dressed that night, the way your tantalizing curves called out to him.

That soft skin of yours covered up in a black turtleneck jacket with a dozen leather straps sown onto it. Matching pants, too... It had been out of your usual range, but Alucard had reluctantly peeled his eyes away from your alluring appearance and chalked it up to the mission. You must've been trying to fit in with the scene.

After that came Integra's birthday dinner at The Ivy in London. It had a strict dress code, and obey the dress code you did...with your matching white suit and scarf, along with the fur hat atop your hair.

It was too much to be a simple coincidence. Yet, as he awaited you at your usual meeting place, he couldn't help but wonder.

Now that he gave the thought a proper shot, you seemed to wear a lot more red recently. Still, he was in no place to assume anything. So, he simply let you be, averting his gaze like a good vampiric samaritan.

"Alucard." You greeted him from behind. His gradient eyes trembled under the spectacles, fists clenched as he willed himself to maintain his composure, knowing whatever you were wearing would make him crave to devour you whole.

He may have been a monster, but he was once a man. And any man would crumble in the presence of a beauty such as yourself. He held back a gasp as he turned around and looked down at you, taking the sight of you in.

You were sporting a crimson-coloured winter coat with a cape attached. Brown knee-length boots adorned your legs. On your head, a red hat. And to top it all off, round sunglasses with red-tinted lenses.

He could not deny it now. You were doing it on purpose.

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?" You asked him.

He could only smile, dreaming about seeing you wearing his actual clothing. Oh, what a sight it would be...your smaller frame engulfed by his blood red carrick coat, your hands too small to properly fit with only the tips of your fingers peeking through the dedicated area.

But most importantly...Alucard's body barely obeyed the rules of this world, so he did not have need for anything tangible. Thus, his clothing was a part of him.

Giving you his coat would be akin to getting to touch you *all over.*

He chuckled, his undead body feeling a semblance of warmth wash all over it from the thought. No amount of possible virtue could stop him from indulging in this reverie of his right now.

"That would be most delightful, little human." He purred, holding out his arm to you, which you gladly took.

And so, you two went on your merry way, the both of you drinking in the stares of late-night passerbies who all assumed you were but a couple. For a moment, Alucard got to pretend you were his.

Could he truly be blamed, when it was his influence you bore all over yourself?

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 30.

the day before the concert, tara and i spent hours putting together our perfect Falling in Reverse concert outfits. with the two of our closets combined, and with the help of Jake and Johnnies too, but they don't need to know that, we were finally content with what we were going in. clothes were scattered everywhere, but we'd worry about that later.

Tara decided on a mini skirt with 3 different belts that we had found in jakes closet, which she had stacked strategically. she took one of my blinged up hot pink crop tops that i hadn't worn since 8th grade and had that as her top. she threw a fur coat over the top of everything. she threw on her chunky black boots with spikes and a cute pair of leg warmers on to finish the look. she had been planning on the makeup she was going to do for months, but all it was was her usual makeup with pink eyeshadow and eyeliner stars on her cheek.

i ended up wearing [outfit of your choice] and paired it with [makeup of your choice].

johnnies outfit was jaw-dropping. he chose his black lace button up and obviously wore it halfway unbuttoned. he layered about 10 different necklaces and rings. he also decided on wearing a new pair of dark red skinny jeans with his usual black boots. he tied it all together with his leather jacket. for johnnies makeup, he smudged red lipstick under his eyes and streaked black eyeliner down his face.

jakes outfit was just as cunty as the rest of us; he wore a cropped black tank top paired with his favorite pair of flared jeans. he also chose his belt with bullets on it. he decided on not even bringing a jacket with his reason being "he has tattoos for a reason." he also wore platform shoes and an arrangement of bracelets, some i had never seen before. jake decided to wear no makeup to the concert.

tara slept over so it'd be easier for all of us to take the 4 hour drive early in the morning. we had decided to rent a hotel so we could all get fucked up during the concert and not have to worry about driving home when we could just call an uber. all of us were restless that night, but forced ourselves to sleep so we were really ready for the concert.

i woke up the next morning wrapped in johnnies arms, per usual. the alarm was reverberating in my ears as Johnnie was also starting to stir awake. he opened his eyes and squinted them to look at me, a small smile forming on his face. "mornin'." his groggy sleep voice greeted.

"good morning. you excited?" i asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. i climbed out of the bed and stretched, making a million different bones in my body crack at once. "we gotta hurry up and take our showers since everyone else needs to, too."

Johnnies eyes scanned over my body. he sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. "do you want to just take a shower together? it'd save time." he smirked, gently squeezing my hand before he began fidgeting with my fingers.

"i like that idea." i placed a gentle kiss on his lips before dragging him out of bed into the bathroom.

i started the shower, making sure it was nice and warm as Johnnie got undressed. i wasn't far behind him, getting undressed myself before stepping into the shower with him. the warm water on my back woke me up as much as it was relaxing. i watched as the water trickled down Johnnies body and seeped into his inked skin. he ran his moist hands down my body and grabbed the body wash. he squirted some into his hands and began to wash my body. he had nothing but admiration in his eyes as they trailed over every part of me. he made sure no part of me was unwashed before going to wash himself. i did the same for him, helping him wash every inch of his pale skin. he shampooed and conditioned my hair, and while i wash washing mine out, he cleaned his own. he kissed me softly, but passionately before turning off the shower and climbing out. he wrapped me up in a soft towel, as well as himself.

we made our way back to our bedroom to pack our 1 day trip bags quickly. i stole johnnies pair of chunky pajama pants to wear on the drive, as well as my Lana Del Rey tee that was beaten up and bruised from all of the use. i packed all of my makeup and my concert outfit. i didn't bother packing an outfit for the second day there since we were leaving and heading home as soon as we got checked out of the hotel. Johnnie packed pretty much the same thing as i did, the only difference being he did pack an outfit for the second day. he threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee shirt to wear on the drive there.

there was a small knock on the door before tara's bright voice called out, "you guys up?" we both answered yeah at the same time. she opened the door and greeted me with a hug. "morning!" she greeted excitedly.

i hugged her back tight. "morning, Tar." i heard the shower start from down the hall. "damn, is Jake just now getting in?"

"yeah, it took me, like, 20 minutes to actually get him out of bed. he snoozed his alarm 3 times before i had to go in there and drag him out of bed myself." she sighed, sitting on the bed next to me.

Johnnie shut down his PC so it wasn't wasting electricity while we were away. "well, that's Jake for you."

tara rolled her eyes. "yeah, well, he needs his beauty sleep, anyway."

"did you get your bag fully packed?" i asked, tossing my bag over my shoulder.

"duh, i got everything ready." she smiled.

the three of us moved down to the living room, bringing our bags and everything else we needed with us. Johnnie sprawled himself out over the couch. i made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of water bottle and a few snacks for the road, putting them in one of my goat bags and setting it with the rest of our shit. Jake ended up joining me in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"okay, slut." i mumbled under my breath jokingly. i walked back out of the kitchen to join Johnnie on the couch.

"i know you are not talk to me, skank." he snapped his fingers and grabbed his zyns and decaf coffee off of the counter. he threw that shit in the microwave like it was nobody's business. he leaned against the counter and went on his phone.

i rolled my eyes, "is your bag even packed?"

"no," he answered nonchalantly before taking a selfie. i realized later on that he had posted it on his instagram story.

"that's wild that you're worried about your coffee right now, then." i laughed, "what if we're late to see Ronnie?" i over exaggerated.

he pursed his lips, "well, Ronnie can wait for my coffee." he smiled, taking a sip before heading up to his room.

tara had hopped in the shower immediately after jake did. she always took extremely long showers, but she made it quick today.

Jake made his way back downstairs with tara by his side less than 10 minutes later. with all of our bags and shit we needed on hand, we headed out the door.

Johnnie and I climbed into the back seat while jake and tara took the front. tara had music privileges for the first hour of the drive. her music taste was definitely different from mine, but I didn't mind it.

I leaned my head against johnnies shoulder and stared out of the front windshield, watching as all of the buildings and cars sped past. he wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip as he went on his phone to scroll through tiktok. my eyes flickered to his phone, watching as he reposted silly edits of himself, and of me and him, that fans had created.

Jake and tara had begun bickering about her lip smacking that annoyed jake ever so much. I felt johnnies shoulders jiggle, signaling that he was laughing. I quietly laughed along, aswell. they fought like a married couple, sometimes.

I could feel myself becoming drowsy as the car lulled me to sleep. my eyelids felt like bricks. it was way too early in the morning for this, especially when I was in and out of sleep all of last night. I gave in, letting my eyes fall shut as I slowly fell asleep on johnnies shoulder.

I woke up about an hour and a half later. johnnie was now watching Netflix on his phone. tara was passed out in the front seat, and jake was next to her, gently bobbing his head to the slower song playing on the radio. johnnie had felt me stir awake and began to rub my hip gently.

johnnie cleared his throat, "was that a good nap?" he teased.

I stretched my back before placing my head back on his shoulder. "Actually, yeah. your shoulder is a great pillow." I placed a kiss on his cheek, nuzzling my head further into his neck. "we should stop and get breakfast somewhere."

"I second that." jake stuck up one finger before rubbing his tummy. "I could eat a horse pussy right now."

his weird comment made tara finally open her eyes, as she had been stirring for a while. "what a great sentence to wake up to, jake."

he patted her knee, "sorry, sweetie."

we pulled into the closest McDonald's and bought breakfast. jake ate with one hand as he continued to drive, nearly fisting the breakfast sandwiches he had gotten. Jake and I both got coffees and the same breakfast sandwiches, a mcgrittle. we were practically twins at that point. I smiled at johnnie as he happily munched on his breakfast next to me. he smiled back.

by the time we were all done with our breakfast, we were about an hour out from the hotel. jake and tara switched seats since she offered to drive the rest of the way.

the rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music on the radio. I could tell we were all pretty tired from the long drive, and we'd all probably need a nap whenever we got to the hotel. to be fair, the coffee did wake up me and jake, though. honestly, nothing slaps like a good McDonald's coffee with extra creamer this early in the morning.

we had finally made it even earlier than we expected. I climbed out of the car and stretched, cracking my back before grabbing my things out of the car. Jake got the key card for the hotel while we unpacked the car, although there wasn't much to unpack. we brought all of our bags inside and made out way up to the hotel room.

the room was extremely nice. there were two beds, a large window with a beautiful overview of the city, and the usual hotel room accommodations.

I threw myself onto the bed I was claiming for Johnnie and i. I watched as jake filled the mini fridge with water bottles. we all took our concert outfits out of our bags so they wouldn't get wrinkled from staying cramped up for too much longer.

Jake and I ordered lunch from the hotel, although it was a pretty late lunch. the three of us started on our makeup, which influenced jake to actually do his own. he ended up smudging eyeliner in his waterline before calling it a day.

none of us changed into our outfits. we all sat on our respective beds and ate our lunch-dinner while watching some random ghost hunting show on the channel that was already on whenever I had turned on the TV.

before taking another bite, I spoke up. "are we going to leave as soon as we're ready so we don't have to wait in a long ass line to get inside?"

Jake gulped down what he was chewing. "That's what I was thinking, yeah." Tara and Johnnie agreed with him. 

after finishing our food 10 minutes later, we all got changed. I smoothed out my outfit in the mirror.

Johnnie came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "you look great, baby." he smiled, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"thank you," I turned around, hooking my arms behind his neck and kissing his lips softly.

Tara's chunky shoes clumped down the hallway as we made our way to the elevator. "over here sounding like a fucking elephant, damn." jake teased her, gently shoving her shoulder.

she shoved him back harder. "shut up, they're cute!"

Johnnie gripped my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. I scanned his whole body, admiring how good he looked in his outfit. fuck, he looked hot. I smirked slightly before turning away. a blush was painted across his face as he smiled.

Jake called the Uber as we waited out front of the hotel.

"why did you just now call it? why couldn't you have called the Uber when we were getting ready, it would've been here by now." I scolded, not actually caring, just wanting to complain and annoy jake.

"because I didn't know how long it'd take you ladies to get ready. don't act like I haven't heard the conspiracy theories about girls taking forever to get ready."

"conspiracy theories?" I repeated, "conspiracy theories is wild."

"well, they seem to be true." he crossed his arms, popping his hip out to the side.

"like you don't take 2 hours in the bathroom every morning playing with your hair." I retorted, looking around to see if the Uber was close.

"okay, well, that's different." he rolled his eyes.

"mhm, right."

the Uber arrived eventually. we all piled in the back, pretty much sitting on top of eachother. we were all buzzing with excitement, and we weren't even buzzed yet.

"I think my first goal when we get there is to get a drink," I admitted with a sly smile plastered across my face.

"I second that." Tara was fixing her makeup in her phone camera.

"me too." jake and Johnnie responded in the same tone at the same time.

the 20 minute drive to the stadium felt like a 20 year drive, but I knew that was just the excitement and eagerness getting to me.

whenever we arrived, it took us 30 minutes to get inside, which was much better than it could've been.

we wandered around the stadium, looking for a good bar that had been set up. we ran into 3 before finding one with a good menu compared to the other ones.

we hurriedly ordered our drinks and made our way to our 'seats,' although none of us would be sitting during the actual concert.

we were an hour and a half early, or at least an hour and a half early for the openers. I had high hopes for the concert, I mean, it was a rock, emo, whatever you wanna call it, concert after all.

I sat back in my seat, propping my feet up as I sipped on my drink. to say it was strong would be an understatement, even though I was far from a lightweight.

"wanna try a sip of mine?" johnnie offered, handing me his clear plastic cup.

I gratefully accepted, handing him mine in return. I hummed at the taste of his, "I think I like yours more."

"honestly, me too." he laughed. we ended up trading drinks.

tara took a video of the four of us. "holy shit, falling in reverse!" she screamed over the hundreds of other people in the stadium that were most likely saying the same shit. she ended up posting it on her story.

the openers came on with a bang. smoke covered the stage before a much smaller artist, I wasn't sure of the name, strutted onto the stage.

the crowd cheered, but not as loud as I knew it'd be whenever Ronnie came on.

the small band played 6 different songs, and they were all surprisingly good. they were more of a nu metal band compared to Falling in Reverse. I mean, I wasn't complaining.

the four of us spent majority of that time taking pictures for our Instagrams. I mean, obviously. what else would you expect?

Jake and I were on drink duty. we sped back to the pop up stand and ordered everyone the same drinks they had had before, except me and johnnies were flipped.

we made it back just in time for the openers last song. it was a bug finale, to say the least. the LED screen behind them flashed before everything went dark. the crowd roared with excitement.

we were left in the dark suspensully. i was practically shaking with excitement as i heard the low murmurs of the crowd. the LED screen turned to a dark red moments later.

finally, Ronnie walked out onto the stage with the rest of the band members following. everyone cheered and shouted as they came out on stage. johnnie and jake seemed over the moon with excitement. but, so were me and tara.

Ronnie greeted the crowd, earning a screaming mess of greetings back. he laughed before getting into the very first song.

of course, he had to open with one of his most popular songs, 'The Drug in Me is You.' I knew this song like the back of my hand, just like every other song by him.

I gripped johnnies hands, shaking him as I screamed the lyrics in his face. I was as dramatic as I could possibly get, and he returned the same energy.

Johnnie took out his phone and recorded a snippet of the first song before flipping the camera to us and pulling me in, kissing me on the lips before ending the recording. I knew his fans would eat that shit up whenever he posted it.

we went just as hard for the next few songs before another one of my favorites came on, 'Get Me Out.' I practically screeched whenever I heard the first few words of the song.

to say everyone's hair was a mess at this point in the concert would be an understatement. Me, Johnnie, jake, and tara were sweaty and dirty, but that didn't stop us in any way.

Johnnie gripped my waist tightly as we screamed the lyrics out into the crowd and towards eachother, our energy never fading.

there was a short intermission, which gave me and jake just enough time to run and grab more drinks. to be fair, all of us were pretty drunk at this point in the concert, but who was there to tell us no?

we scrambled back to our seats as we heard the drum rhythm for 'I'm not a Vampire' begin.

I could see johnnie singing the lyrics as he watched the performance on stage. since we were still a bit of a walk away, I took a picture. seeing him in the stadium lighting was heavenly, and he seemed so into the music, it just made for the perfect picture of him. I planned to set it as my lock screen as soon as we got back to the hotel.

there was not much different about the last few songs, except for the fact that I was exhausted and out of breath. I had a feeling I wouldn't have a voice in the morning, either.

as the last chord of the song rang throughout the stadium, Johnnie gripped my waist and kissed me passionately. I reciprocated, kissing him back with the same intensity. he pulled away, his eyes sparkling. "I love you."

my lower lip quivered as I couldn't help but smile. "I love you, too."

[magicaii]

Misa may have the best fashion sense in Death Note but people don’t give Mello enough credit. He has a cohesive wardrobe, utilizes the same pieces in different ways, says fuck the weather I’m wearing leather. It’s a bold move to never wear anything but shiny leather and fur coats but he does it with sheer boldness and an absurd level of confidence. He commits to his otherworldly style hard, and he kills it. Who out here is spying on random civilians in all black sweating in the sun as he bakes to death in his jacket and looking this dripped out at the same time? Misa may be your supermodel goth fantasy girl but Mello dresses like an eldritch mercenary creature from hell and he’s so memorable for that. God I can’t tell if he knows what he’s doing and created the futuristic reptile trying to blend in with society look to make a statement or he just throws a bunch of expensive pieces he stole from designer stores and owns it. Everyone knows that to be a fashion icon you need a trademark and he has it in spades with his ever recognizable rosary. Truly the fashionable character of the 2000s. Of all time.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

modern au fits! basically wanted to translate some of tintin’s most iconic looks.

From left to right, top to bottom:

- His basic day-to-day - just a crew neck sweater, white t-shirt, cargo joggers and a pair of leather trainers. The big baggy trousers Tintin famously wears are plus fours - breeches that extend four inches below the knee (hence the name!). They were introduced in the 20s and gained popularity as sportswear in the 30s as they allowed a greater range of movement. I gave Tintin cargo joggers for that sporty feel while still keeping him feeling preppy, and pockets are always useful! Snowy wears a collar now.

- A take on the Yellow Shirt and Grey Sweater Vest Look from the earlier comics, a long sleeve baseball t-shirt with the corresponding colours! isnt menswear exciting

- Thought an all blue tracksuit and plimsolls with a baseball cap and glasses to hide his face would be fun as I guess dressing in traditional Chinese clothing wouldn’t make much sense as a disguise in modern day China. Chang would wear yellow crocs.

- The spacesuit! When Herge wrote Destination Moon and Explorers on the Moon the moon landing didn’t happen yet - it was a piece of speculative science fiction. He modelled his suits very closely to actual speculative spacesuits from scientific sources. In a similar spirit I based this design off the MIT Bio-Suit, an experimental spacesuit that uses elasticity to maintain pressure on the human body rather than gas pressurisation which is used currently. The idea is to reduce bulk, which should make mobility easier. We’re probably still a long way from using spacesuits like this but hey! 

- basically looked up what modern mountaineering equipment looks like today. I imagine the bright colours help with spotting climbers out in the snow - there’s a part of Mt Everest called Rainbow Valley - it’s so-called because the colourful coats of various dead climbers dot the landscape, frozen in place because it’s too dangerous to retrieve the bodies. Sherpas often risk their lives for poor pay to the benefit of wealthy tourists wanting a bit of Everest glory - Herge made efforts to point this out in Tintin in Tibet through the character of Tharkey. Sadly things haven’t seemed to have changed much in that regard.

- A bomber jacket with a fur lined hood and snow boots. I absolutely loved his outfit in The Shooting Star, and Snowy’s little bib and pink ribbon! style icons honestly

[read-write-thrive]

Hey hiiiii I've only followed you now in middle of the new year family lunch but I really like your blog and I'm already obsessed with Jerry the Rat King, can I draw him??? I need to draw him. I'm a bit lost searching what you've already posted abt him so if, idk there's any important detail or smth like that??? Idk I usually don't Ask ppl XD.

But, just a thought, like the Cat King has his fur coat, Jerry has a leather battle jacket so full of stuff that it's actually almost heavy. And, idk, they're on fucking terms right?? Just Tom and Jerry using each other's coats 😈

hello hello new friend!! you can absolutely draw Jerry and pretty please tag me when you do!!!!!!! there’s a few others involved with his creation and I’d highly recommend following/tagging them too !! @zmorak has been instrumental in developing him (and is the one to cast Colin Morgan 😍), @dreamers-and-magicians is wonderful for always encouraging the chaos, and @professional-lurker-42 was the first to draw him!!! in case you haven’t seen it, you can find that drawing of Jerry the Rat King here👑🐀

some details from Lurker’s depiction and what we’ve discussed otherwise: Jerry’s played by Colin Morgan; He has a clear resemblance to Edwin, or what Edwin would’ve looked like if he’d been able to grow up/grow facial hair/etc (Colin Morgan and George Rexstrew already look alike and I will die on that hill—) but his aesthetic is grunge/punk/emo/skater boi/overgrown abandoned buildings-core/etc (see the Pinterest board here, as well as the collage in the drawing of Jerry post I linked above!), he’s based off of black/brown rats (but all color rats are around him if you want to include any of them :), and an interesting detail that Lurker came up with for Jerry is his right hand middle finger is a prosthetic 👀 lore is still incoming but trust me it’s a fun time 🐀🐀🐀

Jerry absolutely has a battle jacket that he’s been collecting shit on for decades so you know that thing is heavy !!! he wears a lot of graphics to give that loud, graffiti-esque vibes so I think patches and buttons and everything fit right in with that !!!

In terms of TCK and Jerry, if you see - #Jerry the Rat King , #ratcat , or even #the Goo - on my account that’s them!!! well the Goo is technically a much bigger cast of characters, but Jerry started it all so odds are any Goo posting is related !! And TCK and Jerry are 100% on fucking terms—they’re in a toxic, on-again off-again, frenemies with benefits type of deal. They’re definitely using more than just each other’s coats 😏 👑👑

but yes absolutely thank you for asking and I’m glad other people are enjoying Jerry!! he deserves all the love and I’m SO excited to see anything you create with him in mind 🥰

[joonlaksme]

October 20th

Lee Felix x Puppy Play

Contains: afab reader

Word count: 1.1k+

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“Woah…” He’s just entered your house, eyes sparkling at the grandiose chandeliers and the marble floors. Even with his pure white fur coat that you had paid for, he feels underdressed in this environment.

“Make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink?” You pull off your jacket by pulling your sleeves off first. You hang it on your coat rack, already loosening the buttons down your shirt. You’re dressed like you just came home from a long day of work, and the truth is you have. A long day of managing various clubs in Seoul. That’s exactly where you met Felix. You met him at one of your more spicy clubs, and he came on to you, dressed in glitter and flashy clothes. You immediately thought he was pretty and for all of three months, you’ve been spoiling him with gifts he never asked for and cash he didn’t know you had.

When he walked up to you, he never thought you were the manager of all the major clubs in the city.

Felix licks the flavored gloss off his lips before clearing his dry throat, “Water would be nice, thank you.”

You nod and with no other words to exchange, you disappear into another room.

Although you told him to make himself comfortable, he isn’t sure he can even do that. He doesn’t know where to even start. He pulls off his coat and places it messily on the same rack. It’s ends up strewn on two of the hooks. It’s very different from how you put yours down. Felix often realizes that when he’s around you, he doesn’t act as proper and professional as you do. Always with a stoic expression and a settled tone. No one gets under your skin, no matter what they say and whether it’s been related to your pass or not.

He finds himself running his hand down the inside of your jacket, feeling like silk on his fingers. There’s something about the elegance of what you wear and emit that drew him in. He knew you were rich but not this rich.

He finally moves away from the entrance, fingers brushing against carefully chiseled pillars. He figures he better go and do what he came here to do. So, he found your living room and sat down, rubbing his arms to keep himself warm. The only thing Felix could feel was the luxury but there was no warmth of what you call your home. The furniture gave into the air like an art exhibit, paired with crystal-shaped plants and sharp lined paintings. The gray leather couch wasn’t as comfortable as it could have been because it had yet to be broken in. The television looked brand new, not even a visible speck of dust on the screen and a sheen of plastic still covered it. No, this just did not feel real. Do you even come to your own home and ever relax?

What was taking you so long with that water?

Then, there was a clack on the floor. The sound circled the room as it became quieter and quieter. He jumped from his seat at the sudden noise and looked up from your T.V. to see you standing at the entrance. You looked the same, save the buttons down all the way to where your bra stoped. Your belt was off, tailored pants still curved around your waist. The only thing that seemed off was instead of a glass of water, it was a bowl.

A dog bowl.

The clang on the floor must’ve been from the metal of the bowl and Felix notices water spreading on the floor, starting to touch the carpet and the dark wood. He looks in the bowl this time, watching ice cubes float.

“Get off of my couch.” You wave your hand and then point to the ground.

Felix follows along, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He stands up from the seat and then walks to the very spot you point at. He notices the disappointed look on your face. You click your tongue and show him the bowl. This time, you point at it with the point of your shoe.

“Go on, have your water.”

Felix is starting to catch on.

He sets himself on his hands and knees and looks back at you. You’re smiling now, an expression that he doesn’t often see on your solemn face. He looks back down this his fingers and watches the chipped black polish shine along with the waxed floor. Crawling on the floor, his sharp shaped shoes hitting the carpet constantly until his head dives down when it meets the bowl and he licks. It’s harder than he had thought, to get a good amount of water just through licks. The water is so cold at first and he has to stop himself from flinching away. Like a spell, he tells himself anything to make you happy, anything to see you smile like that again.

“Such a good boy.” And he lights up at your comment.

He even finds himself twitching in his pants when you caress his head. You lift him by his chin from out of the bowl and wipe off the excess water that rolls down his lips with your thumb.

“Thank-“ He opens his mouth to answer you but he’s cut off when you place your thumb on his tongue. It’s deep but not enough to make him choke.

“Last time I checked, dogs didn’t speak. They bark.”

Felix closes his lips around your thumb and lets out a small ‘yip’ with his mouth closed. The sound makes him feel embarrassed but he sees your eyes are filled with a deep desire for more. You tell him to say it louder, like he’s begging you.

He barks when your thumb leaves his mouth and you can’t help the glee that fills your body. You push him back so he sits on the floor and you straddle his lap. His body hits the bottom part on the couch and you tug so hard at his shirt that the buttons pop off and spread on the floor. The shirt is like paper against your strength and you reach over in your pocket and pull out a collar. On it, has the name “Lixie” on it in gold and it shocks him that you had something like this for him.

“Is this okay? Do you like it?” You grin and then put it around his neck with his permission, a snug fit. He opens his mouth to reply with another bark, and you push your hands in his fluffy blond hair from the back. “I’m glad.”

The next moments are spent with you grinding your clothed body against his.

When you give him a command, he’s immediate to reply with a bark and his head lands back on the seat of the couch. He’s constantly thinking about it but he holds back from touching you because thinking about a possible punishment gives him chills. By the time he cums, his throat is sore.

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[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

A funny little surprise about Jan’s outfit from yesterday. 💀

Firstly, check out Bojan’s latest story…

This is band dad Niko, wearing the iconic fur coat, but don’t focus on that, but on the garment bag behind him.

Jan’s garment bag, as you can see his Umazane Misli trousers.

Now have a closer look…👀

There’s another garment. A black top with what seems to be knit cuffs, but otherwise made of LEATHER. 💀

If you recall yesterday, Jan was wearing a black “jumper” under the iconic fur coat. Turns out the “jumper” might be made entirely out of LEATHER. A FUCKING LEATHER JUMPER. 💀 None of the other guys wore a jumper with leather sleeves yesterday, nor did any of the leather jackets worn have knit sleeve cuffs. 💀

Seems that he really couldn’t really let go of his black leather. 💀 He’ll always find a way to sneak in some black leather. I wouldn’t be surprised if his boxers are black leather. 💀