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[zai-doodles]

all aboard the lucy train

ok im not too happy with either of these but just take em 

design things below if u care

OK this might get long lol

so i had zero ideas for scorpio, i think her canon one is fine? i thinks its meant to give like ninja assassin vibes maybe?? i do like the armor and the backless look her canon one has but guys i swear i could not get the armor look to work i just had 0 ideas. the only thing i knew i for sure wanted was for her to get scorpios tail bc, if u read my lucy rewrite notes, i feel like lucy should get a weapon for each star dress look. high key the best thing abt this design is the hair idk i was struggling how to incorperate the red to elude to scopios hair and came up with this and i really like it

the fit is boring ik im sorry i might redo it at some point bc i really like the vibes

ok for virgos i also struggles bc honestly, her canon one is really cute and i like it so u can kinda see i took way more inspo from canon than i usually do with these but eh. its def the laziest of all my redesigns cuz i think im losing steam on this lil project so yall might have to wait a bit on the last 2 dersses

high key i had no intention of doing all of them but yall r so sweet so i just decided y not 

have a virgo redesign i never finished

[archived-junkissed]

toasted pumpkin seeds

member — bf!jun x gn reader genre — fluff, established relationship, halloween/autumn (is that a genre ..?) word count — 1k warnings — mentions of knife (for carving pumpkins), food mention (kinda-ish), fluff so sweet it'll rot your teeth faster than a whole bucket of halloween candy, jun being a cutie pie (when is he not tho) notes — lowercase intended, edited a ton bc i’m shy and could never post anything unedited, uhh idk what else to put here hope you all like this ! this is my first time ever letting others read my writing so,, i do hope you enjoy :) please reblog if you liked it so i know there’s interest in stuff like this and people want to continue seeing my writing!

one reblog = one pumpkin seed jun hand feeds you

"i don't think it's supposed to look like that."

you lift your eyes from the carving knife in your hand to see jun sitting across from you at the kitchen table, frowning at his pumpkin. the plastic tablecloth he convinced (begged) you to buy patterned with black cats in pointy witch hats covers the table, protecting it from the stringy orange insides of the jack-o-lanterns you’re currently decorating in preparation for the trick or treating children that’ll be coming to your door this weekend.

“let me see.”

he lifts it up and turns it towards you. it's a cat; or at least, it was meant to be. you can still make out the sharpie outline along the edges of jagged cuts, but the carving in front of you doesn’t even vaguely resemble the intended design. you do your best to stifle your laugh when you see his masterpiece, but unfortunately jun catches it.

“hey!” he pouts.

you giggle and reach out across the table, your hand finding his. his fingers automatically lace with yours, playing with your hand, rocking them back and forth. his fingers are sticky and faintly stained orange from scooping out the pumpkins earlier, but you don't even notice. all you're focused on is him.

"i think it's cute," you say, gazing into his eyes. "it's very... you."

his face lights up, mouth open wide and cheeks scrunching up the way he does when he's happy. you grin, watching with a fond smile, completely enamored by him.

"i think you're cute," he says, then erupts into a fit of giggles.

you give his hand a quick final squeeze before finally letting go, and pick up your knife again.

he gets up and comes around the table, pulling out the chair next to you to sit down.

you look over at him as he scoots closer. "are you done?" you ask, nodding at his adorable, perfect mess of a jack-o-lantern.

"yeah." he laughs. "i want to watch you finish yours."

"you could always, y'know, start cleaning up," you joke, motioning to the scraps littering the table.

"i guess," he shrugs. "but i like waiting for you."

and, really, how can you say no to that? 

"at least go wash your hands first," you laugh.

he stands. "fine," he sighs dramatically, feigning despair as he pushes in his chair. "i'll be back,” he says, then leans down to press a kiss to the top of your hair.

you roll your eyes, but smile at his affection. "you're only going across the kitchen, you know i can still see you, right?"

he laughs and skips over to the sink to wash up. a few seconds later the oven timer dings, calling both of your attention. 

"oh, they're done!" jun says, grabbing a mitt and yanking open the oven door and sliding out the metal tray.

"bring them over here," you call out to him.

"already on it," he chuckles, dumping the pan of toasted pumpkin seeds into a small glass bowl, carrying it back over and setting it on the table in front of you.

he stops behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and reaching across you to grab a pumpkin seed before popping it into his mouth. "this batch is definitely better than last year’s," he says, crunching by your ear.

you wrinkle your nose at his chewing noises and elbow him playfully, making him yelp. "that's because someone didn't forget to add the salt this time!"

he giggles and reaches for another seed, holding it up to your lips in response. with your hands still occupied with the tools, you open your mouth for him to feed it to you. as he begins to pull his hand away, you give his finger a little kiss. instantly his hand freezes for a second, then moves to caress your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along your jaw. 

you can’t see him, but you feel his smile against the back of your head. having witnessed and, to your amusement, been the cause of this smile many times, you can clearly picture his face: his smile so wide you can see it in the corners of his eyes, a hint of a dimple showing in his cheeks and his eyes sparkling as he watches you with a tender fondness. you quickly focus your attention back on carving your pumpkin, his smile becoming infectious as you feel your own cheeks start to heat up.

hours (and many little kisses) later, you’re finally satisfied with the way your design turned out, and you begin clearing up the table. 

you hold the door open for jun, his arms loaded with pumpkins, and he carries them outside, positioning them at the entryway of the porch steps. the outdoor light flickers on at the motion, illuminating your tiny space from the darkness of the evening. the cool night air sends a chill down your spine, and you shiver, your short pajamas not meant to protect you from the cold. jun notices and wraps his arms around you, pressing you close to his chest and enveloping you in his warmth. gently he pulls you towards the door and back into the warmth of the house, closing the door behind him.

“i think they turned out cute,” you say finally, still wrapped up in his arms, standing together in the doorway.

he giggles. “i still think mine didn’t look right,” he says, rocking you back and forth on your feet.

“trust me, it looks perfect.”

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[doyozen]

hiya! can I req fashion designing student!reader w idol!haech? like the reader is designing a shirt or wtv as a present for his birthday. just wholesome fluff <3 love ya.

HI ANON THANK U FOR UR REQUEST<33 sorry this took so long, i wanted to make sure it was as well thought out as possible. i hope u enjoy mwah ily

idol!haechan x gn!reader

warnings cursing & just fluff

“so, whatcha getting me for my birthday?” haechan teases, plopping down next to you after you sat down yourself, taking a short break from fitting the dreamies to a bunch of stage outfits.

you still had no clue how you got as lucky as to end up being a stylist for the famous kpop company, sm, just a few years into fashion school where you’d dedicated your life to designing.

it became your passion the second you were old enough to put your own outfits together, and you made it a goal of yours to eventually have your own clothing line. you were far from that, however, but your job now was a huge step.

you shrugged, pretending as if you had no clue what you were going to get haechan for his birthday when in fact you knew exactly what. “nothing, maybe.”

he gasped playfully. “nothing?! i got you a cute bracelet for yours!”

you smiled at the memory, how the boy actually went iut of his way to buy you an expensive piece of jewelry for your birthday a couple months ago. sure, he got all the staff little things for their birthdays but jeno was confident in the fact that haechans to you was completely from his heart.

right, and after spending enough time with nct dream, you kinda sorta found yourself falling for lee haechan.

haechan gasps in disbelief, not taking the disrespect from his groupmate. “i’m sorry, i don’t recall them calling you their favorite member?”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

“of all people, y/n, and haechan’s your favorite…” another staff member clicked her tongue, “i’m disappointed.”

you laughed again, even though haechan calling himself your favorite member was pulled straight out of his ass and you never actually said so, his reaction to being ganged up on was still hilarious.

it was finally time to go after a long day, and haechan insisted on walking you through the building even though he had to go in the entire other direction. “are you gonna do anything for your birthday?”

the other shrugged, “i don’t know, i’m hoping the 127 hyungs have something planned for me. otherwise, i’ll be making my way over to your place.”

your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion but you truly couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, and you couldn’t tell if he was flirting or if it was just haechan being haechan.

“you’re welcome anytime,” you played along.

“in all seriousness,” he started, “if i do end up doing anything, like a get together or something, i want you there.”

you fought a smile the best you could, and you knew the harder you fell the deeper shit you were in. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the building, where you had to go out alone and you turned to each other.

“are you sure…? like, i’m really just your stylist, you don’t have to—”

“nuh uh, i’m inviting you because i want to. don’t be weird.” he quickly shut you up, not allowing you to make it seem like you hadn’t grown really close in the time you’ve been working there.

because you had no idea why you were still struggling with the fact that before he was an idol, he was a human being and was fully capable of having friends outside his group.

you nodded, feeling slightly stupid. “alright, i’ll be there. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

haechan didn’t get a chance to say it back when you hurried out the doors in hopes of him not noticing your flushed cheeks.

you were worried you were becoming too obvious, as the feelings just got even stronger after you acknowledged them yourself and the gift you had planned for him wasn’t exactly helping your case. you’d begun designing him a shirt, and although it was your passion, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a little too intimate.

your roommate, your best friend, the only person who knew about your feelings for haechan reassured you it was more than perfect.

“you know what i found out about sm today?” she asked, hardly giving you time to fully shut the door.

you hummed and dropped your bag, slipping your shoes off and hung your jacket. “they allow their idols to date with the exception that it has to be kept a secret, so… you know what i’m thinking.”

you didn’t even have to look her way to know that there was a smirk plastered along her lips. “no way?! that’s so great for them!” you beamed sarcastically.

her face dropped as she glared and you made your way to your room to finish up haechans gift. “do you realize you could literally be dating an idol? the worst that could happen is he says ‘sorry, i don’t feel the same way,’ and you forget about it and move on.”

you look at her in disbelief as she speaks about you getting rejected as if its no big deal. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i have literally never seen you so strung up on someone this much before,” she argues, “if you don’t confess soon, i’m gonna be more heartbroken than you.”

her voice gets quieter with each step closer away from her. “you’ll survive! i’d rather not risk our friendship!” you shout back.

“you’re designing clothes for him! you won’t even do that for me!”

it’s true. you were using up your remaining fabric for him to make him a shirt. he’d jokingly said previously how much he’d love it if you designed something strictly for him, something only he would have and after giving it some thought, you decided that it actually wasn’t a bad idea.

your hands worked the embroidery machine all the way until the very last stitch and you pulled back, examining your work and nodded in satisfaction. you pulled out your phone from your pocket after you felt it vibrate a few times.

haechan: the members are pretending to not remember my bday send help

such an old stupid prank

but what if they really dont have anything planned for me💔💔

you: youll live

haechan: I WONT LIVEEE Y/N IM GONNA DIE

lee donghyuck 2000-2022 cause of death: lack of attention from y/n

my bday is literally tmr dont do this to me😡

you: wait ur bdays tmr??

haechan: STOPPPP

Omg

do i have to get you fired

you: SHUT IP WHAT THE DHELL

haechan: HAAHAHAHAH

im so funny

thats what u get

you: im keeping your gift

haechan: NO

you wouldn’t dare

you: wanna bet

haechan: no i do not wanna bet

i want my gift fucker

<3 give it to me now

you: tomorrow

haechan: fine

call me

back at the dorms

johnny wants to say hi

the casualty of him telling you to call him was simply because it became a routine between the two of you. you facetimed often and sometimes fell asleep on the phone together… you were in way too deep.

the phone hardly finished ringing on the other end and soon a barefaced haechan was displayed on your screen, while you set the phone up for him to see your face but his birthday gift was out of his view.

“hi,” he grinned.

you laughed at his goofy little smile. “hello. where’s johnny?”

“that was a lie to get you to pick up.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, fighting a snort. “haechan, do you realize that you do not need to bribe me with johnny for me to pick up?”

“i don’t know, i felt the energy shift between us after you mentioned that he’s your bias.” he teases.

he sets down his phone on the desk and sits at his gaming chair, where you get a full view of his upper body and you just gulp, admiring how attractive he looked in casual clothes and messy hair.

“y/n?”

“hm?” you snap back to reality. “oh, yeah no, that was a joke.”

“was it? i saw you drooling over him last week.”

you get ready to snap back at him until you realize that the two boys share a room. “…tell me he’s not there with you right now.”

he laughs, “he’s not, look,” and pans the camera around his room to reveal he’s completely alone.

“good,” you nod, taking the risky decisions to play along to his little tactics, “because he is so hot, seriously. duh i was drooling over him, he was shirtless on that stage.”

the boys face drops and his brows scrunch together, and you do everything in your power not to let a grin form. he stares at you until you have to break the silence. "why're you looking at me like that?"

"i... can't believe you just said that about johnny."

"i mean, am i wrong? is he not so, extremely, hot—"

the boy interrupts you by shushing you, and you fail to hold in your laughter. you explode in fits of giggles while haechan still tries to process what he was hearing.

"it's not funny," he pouts, "i thought you were joking..."

"what's wrong? you don't want me to think that johnny's attractive?" you tease, expecting haechan to play along.

"no."

the straight forward answer takes you by surprise and you have to stop what you're doing. his playful facial expression had disappeared and he had his arms crossed, leaned back in his chair and raised eyebrows as if he was testing you.

you were practically sweating under his gaze, even though it was through a phone screen, and you opened your mouth to speak. your door being swung open made you unable to get anything out.

"do you want—oh, hi haechan! do you want pizza for dinner, y/n?"

"can i have some?" the other asks.

"yeah, pizzas fine," you respond quickly, praying your roommate hadn't heard anything from your conversation. she'd never live it down if she heard what haechan just said to you.

she nods and leaves the room, the tension growing thick once the door was closed, and you had no idea what to say. "did you see the dream show performance?" he asked suddenly, as if the previous conversation didn't just happen.

"uh, yeah," you nod and go back to embroidering his shirt.

"i really wanna do a more mature concept with the dreamies," he added, "like how we did at the show, but with an actual comeback."

"you guys would kill that," you assured.

the other hummed and grabbed his headset, putting it over his ears and the light of his monitor flashed on his face, you figured he was getting ready to play a game. "oh, want me to hang up, so you can play?"

he looks at you as if you just told him the world was ending. "of course not... weirdo."

you went the rest the call mostly in silence, but haechan insisted on staying on the phone with you, so you just enjoyed each others presence. that is if you don’t count the loud thoughts clouding your mind, wondering if his gestures were truly platonic.

the next day you were awaken with another call from haechan, watching him excitedly get ready and beam about it being his birthday.

“happy birthday, old man,” you managed to groan out, as you’d still were trying to fully wake up.

“wow, how kind of you,” he sarcastically remarks, “but thank you anyways. i’m gonna talk to my manager about letting you and some other staff come to the dorms to celebrate with me and the guys.”

you nod and the thought of being at his dorm made you anxious. in the time you’d known him, your relationship was strictly professional (with the exception of facetime calls) and you’d never even been close to his dorm room, and he’s only seen your apartment from his phone screen. you were a little doubtful that he would be able to pull it off, but still tried to stay optimistic about it.

the call was cut off as you got into your car to drive to the company, where you instantly saw a poster for haechans birthday plastered on the doors, as they did for all their idols birthday. you stopped to take a picture just incase he missed it.

“good morning,” you greeted as you stepped into the dressing room, where some dreamies sat, getting fitted by some other stylists. you scanned the room for a sight of haechan but he was nowhere to be found.

“good morning!” jisung greeted, turning his phone in your direction, “i wanna post this on bubble for hyungs birthday, is it good? will he kill me for it being too ugly?”

the picture in question was far from ugly, or maybe you could never even find haechan ugly even if you wanted to. “it’s ugly, you should post it.”

jisung looked at you from his chair and grinned, nodding with satisfaction. “i knew i could count on you.”

“speaking of the devil,” another member joined, and everyone turned their heads in the direction of the doorway, where the birthday boy had just entered.

despite the constant teasing thrown his way, the entire room made it a goal to be as loud as possible, shouting 'happy birthday's his way and you could see a clear attempt to hide his genuine excitement with a cocky smirk.

"oh my gosh, my fans are so kind, thank you," he boasts, faking a sob and wiped a tear that wasn't there. he briefly greeted and thanked everyone until his eyes landed on yours, and it felt like he'd been waiting all day to lock eyes with you.

you grinned, "happy birthday."

"where's my gift?" he ignores, and you fully expected that from him.

you gather—not his gift—but your tools to fit the members to certain pieces. "you can get it later."

he scrunches his nose, a gesture you found insanely cute, but doesn't protest, and moments later his eyes widen in realization. "oh! also, i did talk to my manager about the thing i mentioned last night, and it's a yes."

"you serious?" you asked in disbelief.

he hummed confidently. so you stand corrected. "it'll be you, some other noonas, the dream members, and only some 127 hyungs because apparently some have work, or whatever. not sure what could possibly be more important than haechan day."

you snort, "yeah, for sure."

for the rest of your work day, you could visibly see the excitement on haechans face as he awaited to get finished with schedules and get to his little get together.

the second it's over you force yourself to miss haechans goodbye and run back to your apartment, grabbing his gift and back to the company where their manager would escort you and a few other staff members back to the dorm.

your heart was beating faster than usual as you awaited for the door to open, and seconds later, mark was swinging the door open.

there was little decoration, besides one little sign that said 'happy birthday' and music playing loud enough to where only anyone inside would hear. it was calm, just what haechan wanted.

the birthday boy was occupied with conversation and there was a table with a few presents on it, and you debated on if you wanted to give yours to him personally or not.

there wasn’t much time to think about it because jeno had approached you. “is that his gift?”

you hummed. “what is it?”

the boy notices your hesitant expression. “i won’t tell him, just tell me. or… if you want me to tell him, i gladly will—”

“no, do not tell him,” you quickly interrupt, “it’s a shirt that i designed for him. i just don’t know if i want to put it on the table with everyone else’s, or give it to him myself.”

“give it to him yourself,” jeno decides almost immediately, and you could tell he was desperately trying to play cupid, but his quick response seemed a little too… genuine. “i know haechan, i know he’d want you to. yours is really like, personal, right?”

you nod, knowing you couldn’t deny the truth that was standing right in front of you. “then do that, and maybe confess while you’re at it.” he suggests, whispering the last part of his sentence.

you roll your eyes playfully, as much as you trusted jeno, you seriously couldn’t allow yourself to put yours and haechans relationship at risk. you were too scared it’d become awkward after you got rejected.

jeno gives you a look that says “don’t disappoint me” before walking away, and you silently and mentally apologize to him because you were definitely going to disappoint him.

you stand there alone for a second until haechan finally finds you in the small crowd, his face lighting up at the sight of you and you watch as he comes your way. “you came!”

your body freezes when he throws his arms around you, you don’t think he’d ever hugged you so eagerly, or even, ever. it takes you a moment to process what was happening but you soon wrap your own arms around his torso.

“what’s this?” he asks once he pulls away.

“your gift, duh.”

he gasps as if he didn’t already know you’d be bringing his gift. “can i open it now?”

“if you want—” you don’t have time to finish your sentence when haechan grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you away from the party, where neither of you could be seen.

“okay, it’s not like there’s a gift table or anything,” you mumble.

“so?” he questions, hands too focused on ripping his gift open.

you shrug even though he wasn’t looking and don’t say anything else, watching him drop the box that contained the main gift on the floor and unfold the shirt you spent weeks on. your eyes instantly move to his face, carefully awaiting his reaction.

to say he didn’t disappoint was an understatement. his mouth dropped open and he looked completely speechless, you honestly thought he may have been a bit too dramatic but you appreciated the efforts.

“y/n…” he sighs, “i cannot believe you actually did this.”

“i mean, it was your idea.”

“i was totally joking but holy shit, i’ve never been so grateful that someone took my words to heart.”

you laugh and watch as haechan grazed his fingers over his initials that you stitched in, along with his birth year with a marble-like design into it. you were quite impressed with yourself.

he seemed to be, too. “how the hell did you make fabric look like marble… y/n…”

his tone made it sound like he was scolding you and you couldn’t help another chuckle fall past your lips. he finally looks from his shirt and to you. “thank you. like seriously thank you, this is incredible.”

your heart flutters at the way his usual sarcastic self had disappeared, and he looked entirely genuine and thankful. with his eyes staring so deeply into yours, all you can do is nod and pray he didn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

“can i tell you something?” he asked suddenly.

you nod, and he continues. “when i got you that bracelet, i told the jewelry store that it was for my significant other.”

it takes a moment for you to process and you can only furrow your eyebrows. “it’s weird, i know, i just wanted to pretend that you were mine? i guess? i have no idea, i don’t know why i told you that, i’m sorry—”

“haechan… what exactly are you trying to say right now?” you asked, hoping the assumptions you were creating in your head were right.

he looks at you and you can see his adams apple bop as he gulps nervously. “i don’t really know how else to say this but, i like you. i really like you. i truly don’t know what’s making me say this right now, i guess i have hope that you feel the same way, considering this very thought out gift. i mean you got jisung a gift card for his birthday…”

you laugh at both the memory and the way he was able to connect the dots with such ease. you nod with a breath of relief. “i do feel the same way, fuck, i can’t believe you like me.”

he looks at you in utter disbelief, “why’d you say it like that? you’re literally out of my league, y/n.”

then it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. “…you did not just say that.”

“you really have no idea how great you are,” he sighs, “i’m in my corny era, but, i’m so happy you feel the same.”

you pretend to cringe. “so cheesy. but same.”

“do we kiss now?”

your eyes widen and nearly pop out of your head, but haechan laughs and you realize it was one of his tactics to get a reaction out of you. however, the sound of kissing him sounded more than delightful.

you hit his arm and he throws his hands up in defense. “i’m sorry. what i meant to say was, can i kiss you?”

all and any annoyance leaves your body and you’re left with yet another pounding heart due to his gestures. you’ll never understand how easily effected you are just by his existence.

“yeah, you can kiss me,” you nod, and despite the nerves bubbling in each of your stomachs, he places a gentle hand on your cheek and leans in.

his lips find yours and your eyes flutter shut to enjoy the moment, the moment that you were positive would never happen, but there you were, locking lips with none other than lee haechan.

the kiss is short and sweet but still satisfactory, and the two of you are pulling away before you got carried away. at that point you’d been away from the party for quite some time.

“what does this make us?” you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

“nothing, not until i take you on a couple dates first,” he reassures, “i wanna do it the traditional way.”

you laugh, “wow, i didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“oh, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. i’m about to become ten times more annoying.” he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in as close as possible, and you swear you’re dreaming.

“two can play that game.”

“i’m crazy about you.” he swoons.

you squint your eyes together, “back to the party, old man.”

[sugarsfics]

Prom

Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right? 

A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,  

Word count: 2.0k 

Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.

“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”

Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.

Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.

Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.

You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.

Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.

Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”

[cream-stew]

did someone say zhongli 😏

he’s so kind to you such a sweet man always smiling at you and asking how you’ve been doing. he’s always buying you expensive gifts (funded by the funeral parlour cos he has no money 💀) and you just say thank you and smile at him. he loves the way your face gets all flushed and your ears turn red from the attention he gives you.

but little do you know how much of a pervert this man is. the gifts he gives you are innocent at first, like flowers and sweets but then he starts to but you more interesting stuff… collars, thigh garters and a white piece of lace that somewhat resembles a blindfold. but you think he’s just being nice! he’s buying you all these things so you must thank him! but you don’t thank him the way he wants to. he thinks-no he KNOWS you’re soooo innocent and he just wants you to realise how much he wants you. how he strokes himself every night thinking about how warm you would feel around him. how cute your face would be begging him for more and more pleasure while he fucks you wearing all the lewd accessories he’s bought you. so when you thank him for that pink vibrating massager that he gifted you he tells you that there’s another way that you can thank him for such a gift.

🔞 minors dni

warnings: perv zhongli, corruption kink kinda?, afab reader, sex toys, collars and blindfolds are mentioned but not actually used during sex

// note: anon I loved this one, thank you for sending it in🤝 it has an open ending bc I felt it was a good place to stop writing but I kinda want to write a part 2 now sdfghgfd let me know if that's a thing someone would want

he watches intently as you accept another vase filled with colorful flowers, arranged in a tasteful display, and immediately sweep away to set it down on your dining table. he follows you into your house, gently closing the door  behind his back as you thank him for the flowers. he nods in reply, a fond smile on his face.

you two chat amiably as you serve dinner, the conversation lulling only when you're too busy chewing, and restarting while you sip some good wine afterwards, sitting down on your balcony.

he's such a nice man! he's usually so busy with his work, but he always has time to keep you company, even bringing you sooo many gifts that you barely have any leftover space!

you really don't notice the way he looks at you, though… as if he could eat you up in a few bites. but he's never been one to give up, the opposite actually: the thought of corrupting someone as cute and innocent as you makes it even more interesting!

his lust is still manageable, at first, but then he starts gifting you clothes instead, and his heart almost stops when you seat him in your living room and tell him you're going to try on the clothes immediately.

he'd started small, of course, and this first gift isn't skimpy at all: it's a long dress that almost reaches the floor, clearly designed to be worn either by someone slightly taller than you or with high heels, and the only mildly revealing part of it is the way it leaves your back completely bare, free for him to ogle. he really wants to trail his fingertips down your spine…

he thinks he can try something more explicit next time, so in just a couple of days he's back with a collar, and as naive as you are, you try it on for him with no suspicions !! it fits snugly against your neck, the leather shiny in the candlelight of your home, and you thank him for the gift even if the collar sits kind of tight around your throat.

you have no idea why he gulps and makes a weird face when you tell him it gives you a bit of trouble when swallowing…

he comes back with a pair of thigh garters, and since you're wearing a skirt already you want to try them on without first retreating to your bedroom. the way they sit on your thigh, though, you can't even see them from under your skirt :( you pout at him as you bunch up your skirt, telling him just that, and somehow you completely miss the hungry look he shoots you.

(that night, back at his house, he jerks off to the thought of fucking you for the first time, fantasizing about plunging his cock into your wet pussy from behind as he holds you still by the garters.)

"it's a blindfold", he explains some days later when you two meet again at your house, taking back his latest gift from your hands and stepping behind you to demonstrate how to put it on, covering your eyes with the soft lace, "it is always useful to have on hand", you have no ideas what use it could possibly have, but he'd never lie to you!

he turns you around so you're facing him again, his hands cupping your cheeks, and you smile up at him even if you can't see him.

(he jerks off again, this time fantasizing about fucking your face while you're wearing the blindfold, pliant and helpless as you gag on his cock.)

he can't take it anymore !! he needs to have you !!

he gifts you a vibrating massager next, a bright pink thing that you absolutely have no idea what to do with!

you thank him with a kiss on his cheek, but he seems to be waiting for something else, probably for you to try out the new thing, so you deflate in shame and admit you don't know what it is nor how to use it...

he gives you another weird expression at that, but he quickly turns it into a smile. "would you like me to show you? it is quite an useful object, it'd be a pity to let it go to waste", and you nod eagerly, letting him press a hand to the small of your back and lead you into your own bedroom.

you sit on the bed, and he tells you to press the rounded end of the object in between your legs, holding it right against your pussy lips even through your thin shorts.

you find this kind of weird, but you trust him, you really do! so you look up at him with a smile as he explains what to do next. "press that button when you're ready to try", he instructs, sitting down next to you, and you take a deep breath.

the thing (a vibrating massager, he called it?) starts vibrating very very harshly, dragging a gasp out of you and making you almost drop it to the floor!

he's quicker than you, though, grabbing the massager and keeping it pressed to your pussy as you shake and gasp again. "does it hurt?", he asks, his voice soft, as you fall back against the bed and he looms over you. there are tears in your eyes already but no, it doesn't hurt…? it feels really really good. he laughs when you tell him that, and grabs your wrist when you try to take the massager back from him. "relax, this is still part of the gift"

you nod, your sight blurred with tears, and you let him move the massager up and down over your folds, your panties and shorts soaked through with your fluids. you eventually cum, moaning loudly and drooling a little bit, staring up at his heated gaze, finally realizing that maybe his intentions towards you aren't so pure…

he turns the massager off and lets you catch your breath, before moving closer to strip you, his index finger gathering some of your slick to give it a taste.

"what do we say when we receive a gift?"

"t- thank you", you stutter, and he grins again.

"oh, this sounded quite halfhearted, did you not like the gift?", he teases, and you shake your head furiously. it had felt really good, how could you have disliked it ?! "then, how about you show me how thankful you are?"

[riddle-me-ri]

Please I need more Secret six Hatter smut please!! Like...what the reader takes his hat during their fun time. Placing it on their head as they praise him more.... Listen he's so small and cute i need more lol!

A/N: asdfggh more s6 hatter? Hatter?? Of course I'm absolutely delighted to oblige. I sorta changed the prompt a wee bit so that it'd be more in character and sorta drive a plot I had mulling in my head, so I hope you don't mind but Reader does get his hat in the end I promise lol also…I literally re-wrote this story like…three times and it still feels kinda meh to me, BUT I wanted to get it finished cause I was super excited for the prompt, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content (gn intercourse), clothes kink? Jervis is turned on by you wearing his hat..so yes? , heavy touching, and making out.

Word Count: 2.7 k (...sorry)

Secret Six Mad Hatter x Reader - If The Hat Fits

The Six had an off day, sort of. A recon mission went south and now the team has to lay low for awhile at the hideout. 

Originally, the idea would make you cringe about staying weeks with this selfish, and reckless crowd…

Until you felt a hand pat your lower back. A familiar warm gloved hand. 

You looked down to see none other than Jervis carefully holding a teacup full of tea on its designated saucer. A wide cheeky grin worn proudly on his face.

"It appears we will be staying in for a bit." He smiled as you graciously took the cup like you always did. "However, I won't mind if it means being with you, I'll admit." 

You smiled back sweetly after you took a sip. It was just the way you liked it. As always. 

"I couldn't agree more, your company will definitely make it easier." 

Jervis rocked on his heels excitedly, giddy like a schoolboy. You wondered if he ever felt this excited during his actual schoolboy days. Judging by what you know, it was unlikely. 

"Oohh, my dear, I would be most gratuitous if you could visit my room! I must show you my new hats you see! But only you and me, just the two of us!" 

Of course, you couldn't say no…

~

You have managed slowly but surely to find yourself a welcomed guest to Jervis' never ending tea parties. There was always a seat for you and a fresh warm cup of team waiting for you. You engaged with him willingly, and with enthusiasm, unlike the others that just dealt with him out of necessity.

As you sat on the edge of Jervis' rickety twin mattress, you had another cup of tea, but this time accompanied by a small pastry. Again your favorite. Cheesy as it was, the fact he remembered such things made your heart flutter. 

Your smile widened and brightened with every new little piece of headgear he unveiled. Every now and then, he prompted you to try it on. His eyes seemed to twinkle and his smile turned into a giddy grin whenever you wore one of his hats. 

However, there was one piece that you were particularly interested in and it's the one he always wore. You always heard mutterings from him about how precious his hat was, how it was his true friend, his only friend.

Never in your life did you think you'd be envious of an accessory but here you are. It made sense, you knew the cause. All the more reason to tread lightly if you ever wish to bring it up.

"Thank you so much for inviting me, Jervis. I'm always excited to know what you're up to." You leaned in and gave him a small peck on his cheek. 

Small kisses were all you two have exchanged at this point. He'd sometimes kiss the back of your hand and as a sign of gratitude you'd kiss his cheek for something. The way his cheeks dusted pink and his Cheshire cat-like grin stretches from ear to ear, you've never seen a more adorable face.

Much like the one he has now as he chuckles softly. He takes a seat beside you and sips comfortably on his own tea as you two enjoy the comfortable silence.

Until a thought comes into your mind as you stole glances at his signature top hat.

"Hey, Jervis…may I ask you something? I've been kind of curious about it for a while…" 

"Hmm?" Immediately he perked up his head and his bright eyes twinkled as he listened earnestly. 

"Umm, you would…consider us friends right?" 

Jervis titled his head a little. "Why…yes…that would appear to be the case, yes." He nodded as he became satisfied with his own answer. 

You nodded, at least that was confirmed. "And what does…umm..what does your hat think? I know how much it means to you.."

Jervis' eyes widened, blinking, speechless. 

No one ever asked him about his hat, his friend, unless it's to explain why it's his friend. But to actually inquire how it feels? To, to recognize its importance to him?

Oh, but it's so fitting, he expects no less from you. You always understood. So kind, grateful, and charming in your special way. Of course you would be the first to ask, you were the first to actually treat him as more than just a teammate you had to learn to share a space with. 

"I-I'm sorry…I, maybe I shouldn't have asked."

Jervis was so lost in his thoughts he completely forgot your question at hand. He's quick to shake his head, set down his cup and rest his hands above yours on your lap. 

"Oh, no, no, not at all, at all. I was just…no one has ever asked that…let alone think to ask it! Oh, but you did! You did!" 

His hands squeezed yours in excitement. "As for your inquiry…" Jervis reached up and pinched the folded sides of his hat, almost as if to wake it up to give him a response. You barely noticed his rather large buck teeth slightly pinching in his lower lip. 

Jervis chortled slightly to himself before looking back up at you. “It-It…likes you,” he chuckled inwardly some more. “Yes, almost adoringly so, but that’s to be expected you know. You’ve always been so kind to me.” 

You don’t want to admit the weight that immediately lifted from your mind and chest. You were glad the ha-his friend recognized you and your efforts to getting closer to the team’s secret weapon wasn’t in vain.

You smiled gleeful at him. “I’m glad to hear that, relieved even…I’ll always be kind to you, Jervis.” 

Jervis gasped softly, he already knew this to be true, your actions spoke loudly and fondly in his memories. 

You were ecstatic with how things were going. Riding the wave of progress and positive confirmations, you decided to try your luck at your next thought. 

“Could, I perhaps, if…you and your hat are comfortable with it, of course. Umm, could I touch it…and try it on? I’ve always wondered…” 

Jervis grinned, kicking his feet that dangled off the bedside. “Curiouser and curiouser, you are, I see.” 

He reached up once more to touch his top hat. He rubbed the tip of his fingers along the edges of it, tapped along the tall sides. Once again, asking, coaxing it to make sure it was comfortable. Jervis gave you a smile as he promptly plucked the hat off his head and handed it to you gently, like an antique teapot. 

You were honestly shocked. 

Just as carefully as he handed it to you, you let it lay on the palm of your hands. No surprise that it smelled like Jervis, teabags and lingering flavored smoke of some kind. It was heavier than you thought, but perhaps it had to be sturdy from Jervis’ every day use. 

You gently caressed the sides with your fingers, enjoying this privilege you weren’t sure you were ever going to get. 

Finally, the moment of truth. You lifted up the headwear and placed it promptly on your head. Your scalp was instantly warm and you felt a little taller even while sitting. 

You supposed this must be what it’s like when partners wear each others clothes, it’s like a new level of intimacy and trust with that special someone. Your heart swelled that you were able to get this far with Jervis. 

“Well,” you chuckled. “How do I look?” You turned to face him. “Jervis?”

The man was absolutely speechless. His eyes were widened like saucers, he was breathing heavier than before, with his lower jaw hung open. Like he’d seen an apparition or some ethereal being. 

“Jervis?” You snapped your fingers. Motionless. 

He was looking at you, scarcely blinking, only when it was necessary. 

“Jervis? A-Are you okay?” You placed your hands on his shoulders and gave him a soft shake. 

The motion seemed to rattle his brain back to life, as he shook his head and finally gulped some air. He instantly grabbed your hands from off his shoulders and held them to his heart. You could practically feel it about to beat through his suit. 

“Oh, oh my, oh my, oh dear, oh dear…oh my dear, you-you look radiant! Marvelous! Stunning, even!” 

You could no longer tell if his heart was beating faster or if it was just him vibrating from every part of his body. He was practically enthralled with you, he began scooting closer to your side. Your face flushed as you two were arm to arm and your faces were centimeters apart. 

Well, everything else has been going way better than planned. 

You managed to free your hands from his clasp and framed his face. Jervis seemed to catch on because before you knew it your lips met his chapped ones. The kiss was only broken due to Jervis’ delightful chuckles causing your lips to tickle and for you to giggle. 

As you caught your breath, you thanked him for the opportunity and was about to return the hat to him, but he stopped you. 

“Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you…kiss me once more?" 

Of course, you couldn't say no.

You passionately kissed him once more, determined to not get the excited giggles again. After a few minutes, you were able to gently slide your tongue into his mouth. You experimentally dragged your tongue along the bottom of his buck teeth, before diving in further to meet his own tongue. 

What was once a fit of the giggles were now stifled whimpers. Which shouldn’t have excited you as much as they did. You brought your hands down from his face and to his chest, you methodically began playing with the buttons on his green dress shirt. 

You pulled away slowly, you asked Jervis in a whisper, “is this all right, Jervis?”

Jervis nodded, enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, my dear! Please…please don’t stop…”

You wouldn’t dream of doing that. 

You got the rest of his buttons unbuttoned and almost instinctively Jervis shucked off his shirt and bowtie and quickly made work of his pants. You often admired how comfortable he was in his own skin to just bare it all without a second thought. 

As you began removing your clothes, there was a weight shift on your head. During the passionate moment you've almost completely forgotten his hat. 

You set it down on the bed gently so you can quickly discard your own clothes. When you look over your shoulder, you already see Jervis lying on the bed, with his head nestled in a pillow, waiting expectantly for you to join him. 

You pick up the hat that’s by your side, unsure what Jervis would want you to do with it. You decided to promptly put it back on, comfortably, like after just this past few minutes it’s a part of you like it’s a part of Jervis. 

As you slowly, seducingly crawled on top of Jervis, careful to keep the hat steady on your scalp. You noticed that familiar twinkle in his eyes, but it was brighter and bigger than usual. His smile was so wide it took up half of his face. His adorably scrunkly face that you loved. 

You snuggled your body closer to his, making yourself comfortable on top of his smaller physique without resting your whole weight. You leaned your lips into his and he returned the kiss fullheartedly. You also began lovingly caressing any and all skin on his body. Delicately, waking up gooseflesh all along his body. 

It didn’t take long for you to feel something pressed up hard against your groin. Jervis moaned instantly into your lips as you begin slowly pumping his cock. 

“P-P-Please…d-don’t tease me…I need you, please..” 

Of course, you couldn’t say no. 

After giving him a sweet confirmation kiss, you leaned over to the dresser that had some drawers open and some broken off it’s track. You took the chance on the high probablity that he had lube, which he had sure enough. 

You lifted off of him and rest your weight on your shins. You applied some to your fingers and lubricated your entrance and generously coated Jervis’ member. 

You balanced yourself just above his cock, your hand holding it making sure it makes it’s way into you. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him. The intrusion was tight but you steadily got him all the way in. 

All the while ensuring the hat doesn’t fall off your head. You kept a hand on the hat, holding it steady as you let yourselves adjust to the new position. 

You let your hands rest of Jervis’ chest as you began lifting yourself off of him, leaving the head inside of you, before slowly falling back down onto him. As you fastened the pace, you tried to not think of how ridiculous you probably look with one hand on Jervis’ chest and another grasping the brim of his hat to keep it on. I guess that’s where the position got its name from. 

The growing delicious friction and the downright feral noises Jervis was producing had you panting and moaning his name. You gasped whenever he humped deeper into you every time you pushed yourself back down on him.

Your legs started tingling from the strain and growing tension of your nerves as your climax was growing closer and closer. Your entrance practically choked Jervis’ cock, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll back. 

You leaned back while you continued to pump faster than before on top of him. You were panting, racing to to that point of ecstasy. You could Jervis was close as well. His cock twitched inside you and his groans turned into almost growls. 

Between your sweet gestures from earlier, topped off with you wearing his most precious possession and friend…it made sense that Jervis reached his peak first. The pressure of him cumming inside of you along with a final strong twitch, you were quick to ride the waves of your own climax. 

You body shuddered, limbs shaking with pleasing electricity as your nerves finally became unbound. Reluctantly, you propped yourself off of Jervis which caused you both to gasp from the loss connection. 

Before you rolled over to the opposite side of the bed that Jervis didn’t occupy, you gently placed his hat down on the nightstand beside him. 

You plopped down, breathing deeply, doing what you can to catch your breath and let your brain catch up to what just happened. 

Meanwhile, Jervis was in absolute bliss.

For the first time, he can say that not only did he enjoy the rush of the high but also equally appreciate the sweet serenity of the afterglow. 

From the amount of genuine affection you showed him with your kisses, words, and touches…All the while looking absolutely divine with his hat. Not once did he have to hypnotize you or anything, you meant every word and action…

You were like unlike any drug he’s ever had and more exciting than any high he’s even ridden. And he knows cause he has tried most of them. 

It makes Jervis chuckle to think about, but he has no doubt you’ve somehow hypnotized him. You have him wrapped around your finger. For the first time in his life, he didn’t just find a friend, but he found a romantic partner, something he doubted he’d truly find moreso than a friend. 

“My, my how the time has flown by,” Jervis sighed as he looked outside the window. Indeed it had already grown dark and the waxing moon was covered by some stray clouds. 

You giggled, before leaning the side of your face against his. “Time always flies when I’m with you, Jervis.” You kissed his red face that was slowly returning to it’s original color. 

Jervis chuckled gleefully. He truly thinks in that moment he could become addicted to your kisses if he wasn’t already. 

He looks into your eyes, his eyelids heavy as he started getting sleepy. “W-Will you…won’t you…” he yawned and you had to suppress a snicker. “Please…stay the night?”

Of course, you couldn’t say no.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

The Adventures of Kas/Eddie and Vecna

Guess who's not working/preparing for exams...we had a wonderful crack brainstorming session with @stevesbipanic and we agreed on a few things we'd like to see as a Stranger Things spinoff...please see our mix of ideas below. Thank you B for the wonderful ridiculousness.

A workplace comedy with Vecna and Kas/Eddie in the Upside Down

Eddie sitting in front of Vecna, nibbling on a demobat snack (the menu in the Upside Down is kinda poor) and complaining about the working conditions while Vecna looks pointedly at the camera, dead inside. A demogorgon sneaks by once or twice and pats Vecna on the back reassuringly.

Eddie: "Okay, you brought me back to life, but as that was a necessary qualification for the job, I just consider it basic training. So don't pull that card on me again. Let's talk benefits and vacation days, insurance maybe?"

Eddie: "Do I get dental? I've got these fangs now, wanna make sure they're pearly white" Vecna: "Do I look like I get dental?" Eddie: "You should."

Eddie being really, really, REALLY bored in the Upside Down. He can't really go back to Hawkins so he settles for annoying Vecna as a hobby and he's good at it.

Eddie would lecture Vecna on the importance of a good moisturizer because hello, have you met Steve Harrington? Eddie: "The squelching sounds absolutely don't mean your skin is moisturized, boss. We have an image to maintain!" Eddie: "Have you seen Steve's skin it's so smooth I wanna kiss his cheeks....'cause it's soft, not for any other reasons"

Eddie sees Vecna the way he is and quickly checks his pants: "Oh good mine is still there"

He'd also be very concerned about keeping his hair. Eddie: "I don't care if I have to drink blood, if I grow wings or whatever, but if you make me go bald I quit." Vecna: "You can't just quit, I made you!" Eddie: "Just watch me walk through that portal and then you can terrorize Hawkins on your own, don't create toxic workplace conditions when you're understaffed!"

Eddie would be very invested in creating a good working environment. He would absolutely start a petition for workplace t-shirts. Doesn't matter if he's the only one who can write in the Upside Down, he'd just dip demobats in ink and slap them on the paper. "It's the closest they can get to a signature".

When it comes to the t-shirt design, he's modest. He shows Vecna his torn up Hellfire shirt: "I'm thinking we keep the devil icon of course, who am I kidding, we can call ourselves the Hellfire club too, it fits." Vecna is too tired to argue with Eddie at this point and shows up to the big fight in a Hellfire t-shirt. There is much confusion.

Vecna finds a new hobby and his own style

Eddie is so bored in the Upside Down (demobats don't talk much) that he starts teaching Vecna Dungeons and Dragons and Vecna suddenly realizes that he can just live in other worlds without destroying the normal one, so days, weeks go by and he doesn't invade Hawkins again. When the usual party barges into the remains of the Creel house, they find Eddie dramatically describing a wounded child rescue from behind an improvised DM screen to a very invested Vecna and when Nancy points her shotgun at him, he shushes her and says "not now, I'm trying to figure out how my alignment would work here!"

Vecna finds out about the Cult of Vecna campaign. Vecna: "You guys named me after this guy? But he's so evilllll, not cool Eddie." Eddie: "Hey man may I remind you your bats ate my bat tattoo?" Vecna: "I brought you back though." Eddie: "My tattoo Henry!" Vecna looks sadly in the distance. Vecna: "I thought...you wouldn't want it. I hated my tattoo. I didn't know they could be a good thing." Eddie: "Oh shit man, I'm sorry. We can cover it up with something cool though. Would you like a D20 or something instead of that number?" This is the night Vecna returns to Hawkins. Except the only reason for that is better lighting for Eddie to work on his tattoo.

Vecna finding out about normal tattoos and coming back covered in tattoos from Eddie: Eddie: "No-one is gonna tell you look like meatloaf with this sleeve!"

Eddie also introducing Vecna to metal/rock fashion. Eddie: "You'd look way more badass in leather, boss!" Vecna wears clothes again after nearly a decade and he's...happy? Who can tell with that face.

Vecna defends Hellfire

Eddie mentions that people in the town thought his beautiful club was a cult. And Vecna is OUTRAGED. He drags the remaining members of Jason's mob to the Upside Down. Vecna: "There was a time I hoped to have you by my side, but now I just want you to watch." And he forces the jocks to sit through a 6 hours long campaign. Eddie is delighted.

[spvdermansgirl]

6:25 PM

“what the hell is that?”

“a cat, her name’s luna.” a tiny meow made its way from the cat you were holding in your arms.

“i can see that,” tony stark, your partner, said as he lowered his shades. “why is it here?”

“i found her on the streets, all cold.” you pouted, flashing your eyes. luna must have sensed this as she purred and looked at tony. “can we keep her?”

tony was exasperated. this was the fifth cat you brought home and sure, he loves how you love these animals so much but he could only do with so much cat hair. but, he wasn’t about to be the asshole and say no. contrary to popular belief, he kinda likes animals, maybe more so, because of you. (but don’t tell him i told you that)

he bit back a smile and pat your hair before saying, “f.r.i.d.a.y., remind me to get more stuff for luna. maybe a few extras just in case y/n could help themselves and bring home an entire litter.”

you laughed, kissing tony on the cheek. “thank you! i promise to take care of them! i love you!”

“you love me because i pay for your cats’ needs.”

“our cats, tony, and don’t you dare question my love for you.” you looked at him pointedly. “anyway, want to go and get coffee first before buying stuff for the cats?”

“got it, sweetheart. of course, i'll go, you had me at coffee.” tony kissed your temple as you helped luna to the mini place tony has designated for the first four cats you brought home: cheddar, colby jack, roni (short for macaroni obviously), and sunny. luna would fit in just well, you know it.

[pumpkincarriage3]

Crewel Divus Character Analysis

Ah, yes, the BDSM teacher. Sorry Crewel fans, that's exactly what he is (joking). Or maybe that's why people really like him? Besides his appealing character design?

In all seriousness, I say that, but I feel like it's actually more of a unique quirk that he has rather than the fact that it has anything to actually do with BDSM. Kinda like how Crowley unintentionally, or intentionally, makes quite a few bird puns here and there. And typically, when other characters talk about him, they also tend to make bird puns. Crewel probably just really likes dogs and can't stand being disrespected.

I say this, because even though Crewel will call his students mutts and all manner of different names, he does actually care for them. Whenever they are in actual trouble, he does try and lend a helping hand, and unlike some people, he doesn't ask for things in return. He probably just takes his job as a teacher very seriously.

And if you consider the fact that he teaches alchemy, our equivalent of chemistry, it's no wonder why he's so harsh on his students. If they make one mistake it could end with them in the hospital or dead. Because of that he's really harsh on them. Which fits, because he doesn't want them to like him, he wants them to listen.

Which is why he can be pretty patronizing. Where in cases he'll give students tasks where they can "attempt" to get out of detention for not listening to the lesson, even though he knows most of those tasks are impossible unless the student was paying attention. And if the student was paying attention they wouldn't have made the mistake to begin with. So more often than not, the student will get a really harsh punishment, even if the mistake seems small to them.

The students simultaneously fear and respect him in this manner. I guarantee that if Crewel went on the masquerade trip instead of Trien, they wouldn't be joking around and asking the man about his make-out stories with his lover in dark tunnels. Because they would be too nervous to joke around in such a manner with him. For as much as Crewel calls the students by various nicknames, he keeps a strictly professional relationship with them.

But he does love his students. One can tell because he does call them dogs, even if it isn't said in an affectionate manner. Because Crewel does love dogs, so him calling his students such is his backwards way of showing affection. It just happens to have the added benefit of keeping the students in line as well.

And he loves his job and what he does. This is obvious by the events he can be found in helping out the students with various task. Where he guides them in the "right direction". Or as right as a villain school is going to be. Malleus, in the little alchemy lessons, says that while Crewel is peculiar, he is also an expletory teacher. And this is coming from Malleus, who excels in everything. This is a high compliment.

Crewel himself is also into high fashion. He loves it. It's why he where's the outfit that he does, even though he probably shouldn't be wearing his bulky coat in a lab. Or really be wearing a business suit in a lab either. This itself also shows how cocky he can be. Which might seem confusing. How does this show that he's cocky? Well, I'm sure that he's harsh on his students on lab safety, but he doesn't follow these same rules, in the name of fashion. He's cocky in the way that he thinks he can get away with wearing high fashion, in a lab, and have nothing happen because his skills are that great.

Sam himself mentions that Crewel is a hot-shot. Not surprising, considering the fact that Crewel also clearly loves high-end things in general, not just fashion. Seeing as classic cars is his hobbies, this is another confirmation.

Though, this could imply one of two things. That Crewel is paid a really good salary, or he comes from a family with money. I'm leaning more towards him coming from a family with money, since in the fairy-gala event, Ruggie's Vignette, shows Crewel allowing them to use old heirlooms as jewelry. 

And while heirlooms are bound to be expensive, they are also precious. And Crewel just allows them to use it for this instance, going into a garden full of faires that are known to be petty if things go south. Even if he expects them back at the end, the fact that he's letting them use them shows about the same nonchalance as Kalim has on sharing his family heirlooms. Then there was the fact that he was able to get the fabric and make the outfits, high quality clothes, in such a short period of time. Not once did he complain or show concern for the cost. So, he probably has money to spend.

Though, with as much as Crewel loves fashion, it makes it interesting that he chose to teach alchemy instead of becoming a fashion designer. Possibly, that just means Crewel loves alchemy or teaching more.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Different Kind Of Runway ✨ | Reuben “Payback” Fitch Headcanon

Link to my TGM masterlist

Lt. Reuben “Payback” Fitch married to a supermodel would look like:

Believe it or not, Reuben is quite the fashion guy and how y’all met was cause he managed to go to New York Fashion Week due to his sister being a makeup artist. She had him as her plus one and they both got to attend one of the after parties. It was at the party you met Reuben and he of course knew your face—-you had captivated him on the runway that day when you walked for Tommy Hilfiger.

Spotting his sister, who had done your makeup for the show, you sped over to say hi which is where she introduced you to the man who would become your husband. When you saw him the first thing you thought was, “wow.” He was TALL and you are quite the tall girl yourself (which was how you got scouted at 17 standing at 5’11) but he was taller and the finest man you’d ever seen—and you’ve dated male models before.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my brother, Lt. Reuben Fitch. Rue this is Y/n L/n.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m Reuben.” Before you knew it you two had talked all night way past the party ending and had went to a bar to continue to the conversation. You found out he was a Naval aviator with a call sign called ‘Payback,’ and stationed at NAS Oceana in Virginia.

“Payback? That’s kinda badass—how’d you get that name?” “Well in flight school I sorta..intentionally made someone buy a round for everyone in a bar but I felt bad and paid them back.” “And here I thought it was because you know how to get revenge if someone wrongs you.” “Well I can do that too.”

You both knew that night you’d want to continue getting to know one another, so you exchanged numbers and planned a date. Being based in New York meant you didn’t have to travel far to see him and vice versa. On weekends he’d come to New York or if you had a week off from shoots you’ll drive to Virginia. Your relationship was like that, and then when you got married you moved in with him but traveled whenever you booked a gig or show.

Reuben is that husband who if he comes with you to a shoot or show he’s taking pics and videos of you on his phone. Sometimes he’ll copy your poses to make you laugh, which the photographer loves when they want some candid shots. Expect to hear him go, “woooork. Yes ma’am, give me face. Show me your best Vogue.” Sometimes the photographer will ask him to join and Reuben will throw you over his shoulder and spin you around in a fit of giggles. Dip you before kissing you, hold you bridal style, and of course do some model poses with your help.

Whenever you are featured on the cover of a magazine like Vogue, Playboy, Sports Illustrated or Variety Payback collects them and will have at least one of them in his office. His coworkers are always like eye boggling it then they see the wedding photo next to it and are like “Holy shit….Payback got GAME.” But who could be surprised, mans is like sex on legs it’s no surprise he and his wife are the hottest couple on the planet.

Because of his job he can’t go to every show or fashion week, but he always tries to make time for NYFW since it’s sentimental to y’all. Paris, Milan, and London are rare but he has attended them once or twice, especially to see you walk Versace, Prada, & Fendi. He doesn’t embarrass you by cheering but he will pull out his phone to record you and just beam at you like a kid spotting the toy he wants for Christmas in the window of a store.

After about 5 years of marriage and 15 years of modeling you had finally achieved the status of Supermodel and had won the award of Model of the Year a couple times—becoming one of the highest paid in the industry with a staple walk that had designers booking you left and right. Unlike most models, you didn’t really attend award shows when you were invited, although you did go to the Met a few times and had Reuben as your plus one whenever you did. You were a very reserved and private person despite your public status & thankfully paparazzi who followed you were unable to get on base. This definitely came in handy when Payback was called back to Top Gun for a special mission.

When the team arrived on base for the first day of training—you had opted out of going to the bar the night before—all were confused as fuck by the crowd of cars and cameraman waiting at the visitors center. “Did the base commander die or is the president flying in?” Hangman chuckled as they took their seats. Fanboy smirked, patting Rueben’s chest, “nah it’s for his woman.”

You’d known Mickey since he and Reuben were assigned together at NAS Oceana. The two of you were as close as siblings with Mickey even coming out to support you at shows when Reuben asked him to tag along. He did fanboy like his call sign and was embarrassed to admit he did follow you on social media, which you found amusing and told him it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

The second the words left Mickey’s mouth everyone turned in their seats to look at Reuben. “Who’s your woman, Payback?” Coyote questioned, and before Reuben could answer he was cut off by Nat’s gasp, her phone in her hand as she pulled up his instagram. “You’re married to supermodel Y/n L/n!!”

You can imagine the questions your poor hubby was bombarded with. And then when he finally introduced you the day everyone went to the beach you knew they were all gonna be a part of your life forever. After the mission concluded you both kept in touch with the squad and would meet up throughout the year.

They like to joke how you are like them just you walk a different type of runway. “Hey, the jet basically struts down the runway like you when it takes off….only its pulling hundreds of miles per hour.”

Whenever y’all go out you get hit on, it’s a common occurrence and usually they back off when they see your ring or Reuben comes in sizing the dudes up. But the best is when you and Phoenix are getting borderline harassed when y’all are sitting down and you give Nat a look. She knows what’s about to happen and gets her phone ready to capture the reaction of the asshole when you stand up, in heels which make you over 6ft and look down on him. Then Reuben, Bob and Rooster come up behind you which has the dude scurry off. Nothing punches an insecure mans ego than when you size them up.

A favorite memory of yours was inviting all of them, including Mav, to the Calvin Klein show you were opening and having to get them all styled with your team. It was such beautiful chaos in the hotel suite with the guys and Phoenix having to get fitted before being hauled into hair and makeup. You had time before you were called to the venue for your own glam and dress, so for your entertainment you vlogged the whole scene. “Javy, could you please tell the people who and what you’re wearing for tonight’s show.” “Well we got the custom Calvin fit going on, curtesy of Mr. Calvin Klein himself. The suit is the finest material you’ll ever see, leather shoes and oh! —can’t forget the shades so the paps are unable to my eyes.”

“Phoenix, you look gorgeous—can you tell us a bit about your outfit?” “It’s a little chilly in New York so your team was kind to give me this beautiful Calvin Klein dress with some knee high boots and matching coat. I actually feel like a movie star—wow *laughs* is it always like this?” “Trust me when I say one can never really get used to it. If someone says so they are lying.”

Before every show Reuben gives you a kiss and tells you to keep your head high and work that runway like it’s your own personal stage. You are so grateful to have found a man who supports you and anytime you walk a show at NYFW you can’t help but wonder how lucky you are that your dream job brought you to your dream man. It’s funny how you both have a runway in your jobs that are an essential part, though it is a different type of runway 😉

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[bubblystinkfreak]

Ooh curious what’s your take on the girls’ personalities now👀

I had a feeling someone was gonna ask this and I’m SO glad you did because I love doing these things.

Ok the personalities for the girls really didn’t change that much BUT I still made a few notable changes.

So uhh, let’s start with blossom. I decided to go the, “big sister who studies hard and hates going to parties but at the same time she later on let’s loose and learns to enjoy herself,” route. Idk, I just felt like it would be fit her well. Plus it could be what sparked blossick and all that stuff. I also made her extremely sassy in my au, to the point she wouldn’t hold back a insult if she feels like dealing one. I also like to think she loves food and actually stress eats sometimes. Like, she LOVES sweets and shit (and brick gladly cooks sweets for her).

Oh and she also loves dancing, even though she sucks ass….. and she loves watching romcoms because they’re dumb.

Ok next we have buttercup,

Buttercup is quite a simple girl. I still kept her as a tomboy but when I was designer her for this au, I had an idea that she went on a self discovery journey. If you can recall in the little growing up with butchercup drawing, buttercup had a drastic change from 14 to 17. I thought it would be a cool concept for her to want to try being girly at one point, due to peer pressure, and later on just saying fuck it and expressing herself the way she wants to. In my au she’s the kinda girl who just likes to chill out and relax. The only time she really gets mad is when someone messes with her OR someone does some dumbass shit around her so she just calls them out. She also loves cooking and drawing.

Ok now let’s talk about bubbles <33

Bubbles is pretty much still bubbles tbh. She’s just a girly girl who loves girly things.

She’s the kind of person who loves talking to everyone. If she sees someone who’s sad or looks lonely then she’ll try her best to talk to them and just make sure they’re ok. She also loves shopping and making things for others. Umm… she also extremely preppy and loves both acting and cheer. Oh and loves talking to brick, he always listens ( aka she just sits there and talks his ear off even though he doesn’t listen half of the time.)

Bonus: here’s a picture of the girls together <33

[spookberry]

thoughts on that Wednesday Addams show

-the writing is incredibly juvenile in a way only an adult man who is not actually nor ever has been an "outcast" could accomplish

-that being said all the actors were really amazing! Especially Jenna Ortega!!!

-One thing I liked but felt was more by accident than by design was the way that this school of "outcasts" were like, really normal?? Like theyre just teenagers who happen to not be human. Which makes the fact that Wednesday is a human who's Not Normal kind of compelling. Wish this was an intentional idea though, it could've been played with a whole lot more.... also i just kinda wish they'd picked a word other than "outcasts" to call them. like oh my god i could absolutely see some line during the climax where theres all this petty teen drama where someones like "i might not be human, but at least im not a Monster like you Wednesday" woulda been AWESOME

-Wednesday's love triangle was lame and if she had to get with a guy I'd've preferred Eugene. I love his sibling relationship with wednesday sooo much. One of my favorite dynamics. However if she HAD to get with a guy. Id pick him. He reminds me of Joel from Addams Family Values.

-the fact that two guys fell wildly in love with Wednesday without her doing absolutely anything and also very clearly not returning the sentiment whatsoever and instead just using them whenever she needs them was really funny and on brand, wished the show had been self aware about it

-I really wish the other female characters played bigger roles? Like Enid was Great and I loved the glimpses of her friendship with Wednesday and Thing and their HUG omg,,, I wish the romance plots had been axed in favor of giving Wednesday's friendships more time to shine.

-I also wish Enid and Wednesday had danced together at the Rave'N. Enid goes and dances with all her friends but she never goes over to have fun with Wednesday :( it just felt wrong like, narratively, we saw how excited Enid was about Wednesday going to the dance and then the camera seems to cut to show Enid get excited from watching Wednesday dance and then they dont even Talk?? I hated that.

-also, Bianca. I really loved the way she was basically friends with Wednesday by the end of the show. Wish the show had done a better job at the Enemies to Friendly Rivals to Friends dynamic. Bianca in general is a REALLY cool character that I want more time with.

-Both Enid and Bianca would've made better love interests than the guys imo

-I did like the mysteries, though I'm not sure how well it actually works with the Addams. Because they wound up adding this plot line, no spoilers, about Gomez being accused of murder and Morticia gets super touchy about it. But like?? theyre the ADDAMS why would they be behaving like this about a death???? Makes no sense to me. Needed to be reworked, cuz there definitely are Ways to have made it work imo.

-I really loved all of the costuming for Wednesday though the color correction done on the uniforms makes me kinda sad. i think it would've been fun if the school had been more vibrant and full of life to better contrast who Wednesday is and how she stands out.

-Wednesday's relationship with Morticia is really weird, but in general I get the feeling that certain people involved didn't actually know what Morticia's character was like... at all? And a lot of the problems with the family dynamics stems from this mischaracterization of Morticia in particular. I know some people didn't like Wednesday going through a rebellious phase, but I actually think that fit her character just fine, it's how her parents react to this rebellion that feels out of character to me.

-the fact that they had a romance arc about a werewolf who struggled to be a werewolf and an awkward gorgon..... Very Monster High 2022 to me ngl

-Wednesday is Autistic and you can't convince me otherwise. Everything from the way all of her social interactions are written to the way she literally diverts eye contact whenever theres a closeup shot while she talks to people. shes just like me fr.

overall i give it a 6 out of 10. I wouldn't go around recommending it to people, it's kinda bad, but I got some enjoyment out of it,, so not fully the worst.

But Also if you haven't seen it I WOULD recommend you go watch the fanmade Adult Wednesday Addams series on youtube. It's a classic!

[sarcasticassian]

Please a Legally Blonde Steddie AU could bang

Steve is sick of everyone thinking he’s an idiot just because he decided to study cosmetology and not something ‘academic’, he’s even pretty sure that his ex girlfriend Nancy Wheeler broke up with him because he was too ‘stupid’ (she didn’t, they just weren’t very compatible in the end but he doesn’t realise this yet) so after hearing that she’s going to Harvard Law he decides that this is the perfect way to show everyone that he is smart and hey if it makes Nancy change her mind about dating him then he won’t stop her

In place of the Delta Nu squad the kids Steve babysits come in to help him study, they’re all little geniuses anyway, especially Dustin (who is not his favourite, he doesn’t play favourites), and with their help he passes his LSAT and gets in, his dad who is just happy that his son is finally doing something ‘respectable’ is happy to pay for Steve once he’s in

Steve turns up and it becomes clear to everyone apart from him that he Does Not Fit In but he manages to bump into Nancy (you go into Harvard Law?) and it turns out she’s dating someone else now, her new boyfriend Johnathan is also a student at Harvard

(they’re kinda Warner and Vivian but I don’t want them being mean so they’re just maybe slightly stand offish because this guy that Nancy dated in college is suddenly at Harvard and is that not slightly weird to anyone else? Plus I want Steve and Johnathan being friends by the end cause if they’re not getting it in canon they deserve it here)

Steve’s first class is with Professor Hopper who kicks him out after embarrassing him in front of the rest of the class and some asshole called Jason suggested he be removed and this is where he meets Eddie for the first time, Eddie sees this random guy angrily muttering to himself and he also immediately can tell he doesn’t fit in, just like Eddie doesn’t, so he decides to be nice and offer him so advice, he tells him that Hopper isn’t always like that, gives him tips on how to impress in his class, tells him Professor Byers likes when you speak up and Owens is nice but he spits a little

(Eddie is smart like I just know he is and here he’s driven to study because he wants to work in family law and work with domestic violence/abuse victims because he spent his entire childhood watching his dad being a grade A asshole until he was eventually moved to live with his Uncle who he’s planning on buying a swanky new house when he wins his first big case etc but that doesn’t mean he fits in at Harvard, he got in on his smarts but also a long list of scholarships and his ripped jeans and leather jacket stand out against the designer, muted clothes a majority of the other students wear)

Steve is grateful for the advice from this random but kind (and cute) student but their meeting is cut short when Nancy and Johnathan approach him after class, Steve spirals a little and this is when he finds Robin’s coffee shop (unless you think she’d work at a hair salon or something but I thought coffee worked better for them), they fall into a grand friendship and Steve watches as Robin gazes longingly at the cute UPS girl (Chrissy or Vickie, whichever floats your boat) and *insert boobies conversation here*

With Robin’s encouragement and Eddie’s help Steve actually progresses really well in his classes and even Nancy Wheeler is impressed when he verbal smacks down Jason in *Callahan equivalent*’s class (idk who Callahan would be so take your pick) and Steve, Nancy, Johnathan and Jason (ew) are picked to intern on a big case

Idk who Brooke would be or what the case is but maybe something to do with family law because I feel like that’s the sort of thing Steve would be interested in, he’s dealt with parental neglect his whole life and he watched Max having to go through court proceedings when she was younger etc and he’s seen how passionate Eddie is about it and he’s a little inspired

If you’re following the musical instead of taking Eddie to the mall for a makeover Steve takes him to a hair salon to properly do his hair and it is so, so soft after

idk if here Steve is sexually assaulted by his professor like Elle or if it’s something else, perhaps outed against his will, it kinda depends on the year it’s set in and who Callahan is but something shitty happens to him and he decides to go home ‘because who is he kidding’ but when he goes to say goodbye to Robin she smacks him across the back of the head and is like don’t be a dingus you got this and Hopper, who happens to be getting coffee as well agrees and so Steve charges back to the courtroom

If it is a similar court case to Brooke’s in the film then I lowkey want Billy to be the daughter equivalent because imagine he gets caught because he perms his mullet lmao)

But happy ending, Steve and Eddie are in love, Robin gets her UPS girl, Nancy and Johnathan graduate with Steve and Jason doesn’t, Eddie wins his first big case and buys Wayne that house and the kids road trip to Boston to come annoy Steve

[ninjago-neo]

Designed a civilian version of Harumi since she’s good(?) now. I have a few thoughts on her/headcanons below!

- I designed her to keep some parts of her aesthetic in her villain clothes to make it look like regular wear, but still seem like it fits her personality. She’s still rough around the edges and really, really likes belts(as I’ve seen in the minifigs at least)  - I imagine she feels exposed without having the large amount of makeup and/or mask she wears. To her, it was a way to have her enemy’s intepret her exactly as she wanted them to. Like in her past, it helps her keep up appearances even when not in the right state of mind, which is a place she doesn’t want anyone to see through. So even though she can’t have a scary mask or makeover, she still can’t fully transition to none.  - She’s not exactly shy, but moreso awkward as she has no idea how to reintegrate into society. She was either the right hand woman to evil, or she was a princess. She’s trying, but obviously being a former villain has its downsides.   - She does a LOT of community service on behalf of the city of Ninjago. Kinda likes the mayor’s cat. Still not a people person though, but she’s pretended before, she can do so again.  - I imagine she doesn’t exactly flock to Lloyd at first, because she has no idea how to apologize for what she’s done, and still feels angry even though she knows better. But she does make a friend to bond with(maybe Skylar? Vania could be funnier however. Why not all three? idk)  - When she finally transitions into being more comfortable, maybe she becomes a hero in her own way?  - She realizes her pact with the Overlord has allowed her to keep some of his power, and she uses it to be a sort of “white witch” who uses those evil powers for good. I might design a hero version of her later on. - She bonds with Lloyd later by sharing their experiences of feeling trapped, and her experience with dark magic may help her prescribe advice to Lloyd on his oni powers. Not exactly sure if they’d 100% be friends or more down the line, I guess it would depend on if Harumi truly grows beyond who she was. But id feel like the scars would still remain, so not sure.  - Still sneaky, charismatic, and lies but moreso to be more convincing and make things easier for the ninja.  - My style allows eye colors to exist and I chose green for a corny reason. Besides being the jade princess, she’s had her eye on Lloyd for a big part of her life, so her eyes are green fhdhfjjdjs stupid symbolism 

[thelemoncoffee]

space fae au shit? what ho?

yeah i got bored and kinda played with Shuichi's species a bit for funsies. it's not much different than it was originally, but there are some changes to the guy. i also got kinda better-ish at drawing skeletons (not really- don't take that as anatomically correct it's so bad please)

anywho here's some stuff about his species' anatomy

they're from a Desert-Savannah-like planet, and thus they evolved to have snowshoe-like flat feet to better handle standing atop loose sand and stones 24/7. the flatness also helps with sensing small vibrations beneath the sand

their claws are designed primarily to dig, as their primary food source is bugs that burrow beneath the sands and stones. they aren't as hard as Terran animal claws are thought, rather they're flexible enough to curl almost like fingers (more restricted but sill flexible)

The species is primarily bipedal, but are fully capable of walking on all fours thanks to their actually smooth transition to bipedalisim (unlike humans). as pups they start out as quadrupedal instead of crawling around due to this, and learn to stand up later in life

they have two tails- kinda. their Primary tail does exactly what tails are suppose to do- assist with balance. their secondary tails or "false tails" are actually more like if an arm and a tail fused together.

false tails have all the flexibility of a normal tail, but have a hand like appendage at the end that acts like a claw machine claw. the false tail hand is relaxed when closed tight, and opening the claws on it tenses the muscles- much like a sloth. they use the False tail for two things: one- hanging upside down from trees, and two- crushing bugs with extra hard shells. mates also like to intertwine false tails as a form of love expression, and parents sometimes use them like leashes to make sure their pups don't run off like fools and get lost

their necks are very flexible and can twist in some pretty odd ways, they developed like this partially as a way to survey their surroundings (looking around in tight spaces, or while hanging from a tree), and partially to help with wiggling their way into bug nests without having to move their whole body.

whiskers are their weather predictors, they're super sensitive to changes in the atmosphere and temperatures. if it's too hot for the whiskers it's too hot to be outside, and if they feel weird there's probably a storm brewing.

their teeth are mostly flat except for four very sharp canines at the very front, the flat teeth are for grinding bugs and plants, and the canines are for both breaking into hard skinned fruit and self defense. they could defiantly take a chunk out of an attacker if need be with those vampire fangs

tongues are probably the simplest thing here; they have anteater-like tongues, they're super flexible and their spit is kinda sweet to help lure and grab up bugs

their ears are super duper sensitive particularly to feeling, while their hearing is very good, they're even better at picking up small differences in vibrations. it was initially developed to help with bug hunting, but they now use it to tell the difference between emotional tones in their trill language

because they often would dig tunnels both to hunt for bugs and as hidey-holes from predator attacks they evolved their horns to naturally** grow in a way that allows them to tell if a hole it too small. ie: if the horns don't fit, neither will the rest of them- so don't try it. they were also once used for dominance battles, but doing so in modern day is seen as childish and sometimes barbaric.

**while they naturally grow like this, once the species became sapient and started to become obsessed with their appearances, they quickly took to purposefully altering their horns with manipulative molds for purely aesthetic reasons. Shuichi's are so short because he's been conditioned to see them as an attention grabbing accessory and nothing more, and he doesn't want attention on himself so he files them down as far as he can.

yea that's alot more witting than i intended! whoops! there's more about this species, their culture, cities, and biology but this is all the diagram covers and this post does not need to be any longer

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Suga Ain't Sweet

This post is kinda 18+ so if you're underage please do me a favour and skip this one.

I don't do this ever, but I'm in a mood and I want to talk about Yoongi. He's my bias, if that isn't clear by now. I usually don't talk about him or any of my biases, because I know I sound deranged and definitely unstable when I talk about them. But I've been getting some asks, D-Day is around the corner and after those concept pics I'm here to give you a sample of what loco BPP sounds like. I ask for your forgiveness in advance, or you could, you know, deal.

Lol.

I'm streaming/listening to D-2, from the top of the album down, and I just listened to People play after Burn It, and almost came. That's why I'm here really. To tell you that man is so raw it's impossible to think he hasn't been getting some for years. Everything about Yoongi, from the kind of music he makes to the way his eyebrows move, screams to me he's a pro at playing hide-the-salami, Korean style.

Listening to Suga on D-2, he sounds the way salt and bitter tonic tastes. You get what I mean? He sounds like that gooey milky-white thing he's shoving into the song.

Suga ain't sweet.

And he makes sure you understand it.

He serves cock in every song. C.A.W.K. Nearly every song this man has ever made is filled with the most naked greed I've ever seen in a man. The most honest sort. It makes Yoongi seem more vulnerable than the rest of the members, to me. I mean, Namjoon and Hoseok are just as shameless but at least they moderate those impulses better than Yoongi, at least so far. Maybe in D-Day we'll see a more mellow Yoongi but somehow I doubt it lol. Jimin and Jung Kook sometimes give me the sense they have the potential to express their shadowed thoughts as well as the rapline do, but out of every member, Yoongi's approach is often my favourite.

To quote what I've seen another Suga bias observe:

"Have you noticed how the posters are having consistent glitch affects with D-Day having the most distorted version?"

I'd noticed the same thing, how that glitch in his album design has progressively worsened. In the past on this blog, I've talked about Yoongi's love for distortion: autotune, pitch and sample distortion, chaos and fragments are his favourite tools to play with because it's how he makes sense of the mess inside him. And even within that mess, I recognize that while self-loathing is one thing you'll occasionally see in his work, self-pity is a whole other thing he certainly has no time for. The result of Yoongi's process is cathartic release and progressive evolution towards a more whole and healthy version of himself. In his music, Yoongi breaks it all apart, fragments himself beyond recognition, kills his own alter-ego, to put it all back together again into something that feels more right, more honest, and more just.

Everything about his music feels very much to be all him, it's bitter and salty and nothing about it is sweet. Except the aftermath which to me feels like post-orgasmic bliss.

It's how I feel listening to the production on Burn It, which makes me almost grateful Yoongi has said he'll try out more acoustic / folk / classic rock sounds in his next project. Like yes please something easier to take in at once, cause D-2 is so heavy. It's so bitter and so salty. It's so him. So him it's difficult to take it all in at once. It's too big, too thick, too heavy… too much. But somehow it fits and it feels incredible.

I hope that Yoongi gives us sweet on D-Day, but if he doesn't please don't look for me, because I will be managing my sanity very carefully during that period.

Goodluck and godspeed to us all when D-Day drops.

(You're lying to yourself if you think you're ready for D-Day)

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(I just... fuck, I'm such a goner)