#one of them was her whole outfit and it looked like it was from an entirely different game

[cixteenyne]

#NEED THAT.

Your brother had originally planed a hang out with his friends in the living room, but- something came up and he had to bail. with them still in the house. Issue? They're hot.

RELATIONSHIP(S): Gojo x Reader, Suguru x Reader, Elements of Suguru x Satoru. They def be fuckin. Satosugu x reader, yeah.

CW: Suggestive, but NSFW cussing (duh), Big Brothers best friend(s) trope. no actual fucking happens... yet. Still NSFW

Yap: I channeled my own personality into this MY BADDD-

Damn….DAMN. you were going fucking insane in your room right now. Batshit.

Your dipshit brother brought his fine ass friends over and ain’t say SHIT.

Now you out here lookin’ crazy, shorts riding up, hair all types o’ fucked from that good ass nap you just took, and hungry as shit.

Problem. 

They’re in the living room, and you refuse to walk in that bitch until EVERYBODY is gone. Point blank period.

Second problem. Satoru and Suguru don’t plan on leaving, and Satoru knows you’re here. Shit.

Ugh, just look at the cocky motherfucker. Manspreading to the MAX on your new couch, the one you helped your godforsaken mother who stood there for hours deciding on what shade of the same damn color to buy- bless her heart. And he’s manspreading, dick to the world- on it.

And damn if he didn’t look so fine doin’ it. 

Oh, Satoru pisses you off BAD.

And god forbid somebody get you started on Suguru, fucking dick head. And he KNOW IT TOO.

Long ass leg kicked over the other, stupid head leaning on his hand. Elbow on that damn couch. 

He looked uncaring constantly to the things going on around him if it didn’t concern Satoru- but you knew. Oh, you knew just how much he ate up whenever Satoru managed to get under your skin- which was way too easy to do.

Asshole would just sit back and smile like you’re not about to put your whole foot up his bestfriends ass. Suguru didn’t need to say a damn thing to piss you off the way Satoru did, he just does!

So, both of them together? In your home? Brother done ran out for a quick minute, god knows how long a ‘minute’ is to him, fucker would disappear for 3 hours and say he was just 10 seconds.

Hell no.

But fuck, that post-nap hunger was hitting, and it was peeling away at your resolve. BUT! Your resolve is not stronger than your need to eat, so that’s tough.

Fuck your resolve, if a bitch is hungry, she will eat- so you took your happy ass to your kitchen. Or- you tried to.

Not even a step into the living room before those eerie ass blue eyes snapped into your direction and a stupid lazy grin made its way onto his stupid face. Fuck.

“Ohoho-! And look who decided to wake up- suguru, look. Told you she’d show..”

The fucker said it like he knew from the beginning that you’d crack and show your face. Damn it why is that definitely what he’s thinking.

Suguru looked up from his phone slowly, and as he laid his low eyes onto you his eyebrows raised in exaggerated shock. “And here I thought you’d finally snapped and started hallucinating, she’s really here.”

Though, his tone said that he’d also always known you were there, not only Satoru.

Fuck, they BOTH came here knowing you were home. That’s… genuinely so annoying of them.

“What, I can't live in my own house?”

Satoru seemed to think on your rhetorical question and he made a whole show of it.

“Not if I have anything to say about it, which I do.”

This idiot ALWAYS has something to say, always running his mouth- yap yap yap! Like a damn broken record. Fuck, why was he dressed like that?

“Unsurprising. Well- i was hungry, so.. I'm gonna go.”

You made a step towards the kitchen, so close in your grasp.. So fucking close. But Suguru had to remind you that he was here too. Damn it.

“I like your outfit. Just hopped outta bed?”

Said outfit being shorts that had your ass hanging out, a stupid band shirt with the collar cut off, and calf socks with Garfield plastered on them. Maybe he liked your socks. he better because the bitches were 15 dollars at Spencers.

But- you didn’t even get to answer before Thing 2 was talking.

“C’mon- sit down.. Right here. Said you’re hungry, yeah? We ordered out. Sit and have some.”

Pizza, 3 whole boxes of it- who the hell needed 3 whole boxes of pizza. One of each for Dumb, Dumber and dumbest? Speaking of Dumbest, your brother been out for MIGHTY long, the fucker probably got caught up in a party, and most likely won’t be back until 4AM when you’re woken up by shit hitting the ground because he cant walk straight.

“It’s just pizza, sweetness- s’not gonna bite you.”

Fuckin’ Satoru, ugh.

 “That’s not- bitc- ugh. Nevermind, move over.”

So, now you’re stuck in between both Satoru and Suguru on the Couch that in another timeline, is a different shade of the same damn color (You really need to get over that.), pizza box in your lap despite criticizing them for need a whole one, and you’re kind of not mad at this.. Shit.

You’ve already eaten 2 slices, and debating eating 2 more- hey, gotta keep the ass fat somehow.

But you decide against it for your poor stomach later, and put the box back on the table. As you lean forward to set the box down, Satoru finally speaks after about 12 minutes. (longest he’s ever gone, you bet.)

“Y’know you’re right suguru- really nice outfit. Like it.. It’s.. nice to look at.”

Suguru hummed in agreement to this, 

“Right? I told you- I have an eye for these things ‘Toru.” The smirk in his voice is unmistakable.

They were not talking about your ass as if you were not there. No way.

“An eye for sure, almost can’t look away, yeah?”

“Can’t, no.”

They so were. For fucks sake.

“Oh, you’re both ridiculous. Is my ass tonight's talking point? Really?”

Satoru held his hands in the air in mock self defense 

“You’re the one with your ass out in a room of two guys who aren’t blind.”

You huff out an exasperated breath at him and look to suguru for a bit of support, you don’t know why because he has a history of letting his little yapping dog do whatever the hell he wanted. All you receive from him is a shrug and words of agreement.

“He’s right, we have eyes, y’know.”

Ugh, he’s never any fucking help. And he loves it.

“Whatever. Not like you guys would do anything. More ass than you know what to do with.”

You mumbled it just to be messy, you didn't wanna outright call them virgins cause… c'mon. They fuck. HAVE to be.

The air in the room definitely changed after that slick comment.

Satoru went quiet and his eyes slid over to Suguru, a silent conversation. A verdict. They seemed to have both reached the same one, because Suguru shook his head with a laugh and leaned back into the couch.

“Yeah?”

You sat down cautiously, the energy was weird now, like an inside joke you weren’t privy to… hm.

“..yeah, why? I’m not gonna take it back, either.”

To them, that sounded like a ‘Make me take it back.’, and they took it as such with way too much glee.

“Hear that, Guru? Little thing thinks were baseless virgins who can’t handle a bit of ass, funny, hm?”

“Hilarious, say.. Toru- now that i think about it.. We just might be a bit out of practice.”

Suguru always knew how to get a party started. That’s what Satoru liked about him- among other things..

“Crazy- i was thinking the same thing..! Why not warm up?”

Ok. what the hell were they talking about, and why were they being slick about it. Lord, they pissed you off BAD.

“What.. the hell are you guys talking about?” Came your slightly nervous reply.

“Well would you look at that- a volunteer.”

Volun- who the hell- VOLUNTEER? 

Oh. OH. 

You may not make it out alive if this was what you fantasized about every night. Yeah0 the pissed you off constantly- but you weren’t blind. They were fine. Way too fucking pretty for their own good, and you got to be around them 24/7. Safe to say- they were a NEED, not a want.

Satoru looked down at you and dropped his little act, moving impossible closer to you, his chest to your side as you sat on the couch. He got low and into your ear whispering so close you could confuse it for a voice inside your head.

“Or can she not handle it..?”

Oh. You need that.

[kxsagi]

OK BUT LIKE

BLLK VROTHERS REACTING WHEN THEIR LITTLE SISTER ASKED THEM TO WALK HER DOWN THE AISLE

maybe rin and sae together

LMAOOOO I IMAGINE THEM SOBBING (we know reo and bachira did lmaooooo

LOVE YOU

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞”

a/n: LOVE YOU TOOO

THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE

ft. mikage reo, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, karasu tabito

mikage reo

the second the words leave your mouth: “reo, i want you to walk me down the aisle,” he genuinely short circuits. mouth hanging open, hand clutching his chest like an overdramatic disney princess. 

“i… oh my gosh. you mean it? me? me?” he sniffles. hard. “don’t do this to me, i just got a facial.” 

reo is acting like he just got nominated for an oscar. suddenly, he’s pulling up pinterest boards, wedding planners, and muttering things like, “okay, so your color palette is soft blush, but with maybe a mauve undertone… no wait, that’s too 2022. do we want more of a lavender-gray? do you want peacocks?” 

the man is GONE. emotionally. financially. spiritually. he’s designing matching custom outfits for the two of you. he tries to hire a mini orchestra to play you down the aisle. he practices different walking speeds just to see which tempo feels the most cinematic. 

and the night before the wedding, you find him curled up in a fluffy robe, hugging a childhood photo of the two of you and softly whispering, “my baby girl is getting married… what if i trip and ruin the moment? should i rehearse again?” 

on the day? he’s sobbing. like, ugly crying. “you’re the most beautiful bride in the whole world. even if you’re not wearing chanel.” 

bachira meguru

you go, “hey, i was wondering if you could walk me–” 

“YES. YES I WILL. A THOUSAND TIMES YES.” 

he jumps onto the couch like you just proposed. nearly knocks over a lamp. his shirt flies off somehow. there’s confetti? no one knows where it came from. 

this man starts training. like, literally. he builds a fake aisle out of cardboard in the living room and practices walking you down it with a random bouquet of plastic forks. 

“you think i can backflip down the aisle while holding your arm?” 

“NO.” 

“… what if i do it real slow?” 

at your dress fitting, he gasps so dramatically the stylist flinches. 

“OH MY GOSH. YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS WHO FIGHTS DRAGONS AND HEALS HEARTS AND *sniff* CAN STILL KICK MY ASS.” 

he cries into your veil. full on, snot-bubble sobs. 

on the actual wedding day, he has to stuff tissues in his sleeves because he knows he’s gonna leak from the eyes and nose. halfway down the aisle he starts whispering nonsense like, “okay don’t trip don’t cry don’t scream don’t do a handstand–” 

you elbow him. 

“right. serious. majestic. i got this.” 

immediately trips over your veil. 

isagi yoichi

when you ask him, he blinks like he’s buffering. “walk you down the aisle? me?” 

he goes quiet, then smiles. softly. that warm, older-brother grin. “i’d be honored.” 

but two hours later you catch him staring at your baby pictures on the couch with glassy eyes. he tries to act normal. 

“i’m not crying. i’m just… remembering. shut up.” 

this man treats your wedding like the world cup final. printed checklists. a backup boutonniere. mints in his pocket. he even puts deodorant on his ankles “just in case.” 

at your rehearsal, he holds your arm like it’s a sacred relic. guides you like a knight escorting royalty. whispers, “you’re so grown up now… don’t fall for any tricks. if he breaks your heart, i’ll break his knee.” 

you laugh. he’s dead serious. 

on the big day, he takes one look at you in your dress and just goes, “whoa.” and then his eyes water. but he doesn’t cry. no. he clenches his jaw like a soldier. 

his walk is steady, but his hand is squeezing yours like he’s sending morse code for “i love you forever.” 

itoshi rin

you ask, “rin, will you walk me down the aisle?” 

“… why?” 

“because you’re my brother, dummy. and i want you.” 

he stares. then turns around and mutters, “… fine.” 

you don’t hear a peep from him for days. you assume he doesn’t care. then you accidentally walk into his room and catch him… researching proper aisle etiquette on youtube. 

he slams the laptop shut like you caught him watching something else. “get out.” 

“… were you practicing your posture?” 

“GET OUT.” 

on the big day, he’s silent. tense. eyes sharp. suit crisp. he sees you in your dress and his whole face cracks. 

his lips twitch. his eyes look glassy. but he holds it in. barely. 

as he links arms with you, you hear him breathe, “you look really pretty.” 

you glance at him. 

“… shut up.” 

he’s definitely crying on the inside. 100%. 

before he hands you off, he looks the groom straight in the eye. 

“don’t hurt her. ever.” 

that’s not a threat. that’s a promise with consequences. 

itoshi sae

you go, “sae, will you walk me down the aisle?” 

he stares at you like you just asked him to do your taxes in a clown suit. “… why would i do that?” 

you pout. “because i want you to.” 

he shrugs. “i guess.” 

but then you hear him cancel a madrid training session the next week. he shows up to fittings. he critiques your groom like a stoic wine connoisseur. 

“his handshake is weak. is that really who you want?” 

“sae.” 

“… fine. 6.5 out of 10.” 

he’s the calmest one on the day of, until you put on your dress. then he blinks a little too slowly. clears his throat five times. 

“… you look alright.” 

“that’s it?” 

he glances at you again. “… you look better than alright. now stop looking at me like that.” 

(he totally cried in the car on the way home. never admits it.) 

nagi seishiro

you ask him and he just mumbles, “ugh, sounds like a hassle.” 

but then you add, “there’ll be snacks at the reception.” 

“what time’s the wedding again?” 

he tries to convince you to be carried down the aisle like a princess so he doesn’t have to walk. 

“what if i just teleport you?” 

“this isn’t an anime, seishiro.” 

“unfortunate.” 

he forgets he’s supposed to wear a suit and shows up in pajamas until reo throws a bowtie at his face. 

when he sees you all dressed up, he blinks. “… you’re sparkly.” 

he doesn’t cry. but he does hand you a gummy bear from his pocket and goes, “for strength.” 

(you still have it in your purse.) 

kaiser michael

“you want ME? the MICHAEL KAISER? to escort you down the aisle?” 

he flips imaginary hair. “obviously. i’ll have to outshine the bride a little, but i’ll try to tone it down.” 

you threaten to replace him with ness. he shuts up. 

he insists on glitter. refuses to walk to “boring music.” tries to choreograph a slow-motion runway strut. 

on the actual day, he’s the only one who bows to the guests and says “your majesty has arrived.” 

but when he sees you? he gets real quiet. 

“… you look beautiful, little star.” he means it. he really does. 

but then he adds, “thank goodness i moisturized today. otherwise i’d be crying and flaky.” 

karasu tabito

“me? walk you down the aisle? damn right i will. who else is gonna make sure this idiot doesn’t drop the ring?” 

he says it with a grin, but when he sees you in your dress he shuts up. fully stunned. 

“… shit.” 

“what?” 

“you’re really getting married, huh.” 

he pauses. 

“… don’t cry, you little gremlin.” 

he’s the one crying. quietly. behind his sunglasses. 

before he walks you down, he pops a mint in his mouth and goes, “you ready?” you nod. 

“cool. i’m gonna make a stupid face to ruin all the photos.” 

“don’t you da–” 

too late. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[colemorrison]

Hey pookie 🤗

Would you be willing to write some nsfw lesbian Arcane head cannons w a sub reader? Preferably with Vi, Sevika, Caitlyn, and Mel 🛐

NSFW LESBIAN HEADCANONS

(Sub FEM!Reader)

INCLUDES : Vi Sevika Caitlyn Mel

Vi :

She's soft, softer than you would think she is based on the outside look. Brushes of finger tips to soft skin, kisses pressed so gentle you wonder if you imagined the whole thing. "You're extra shy tonight, something on your mind?"

The blush that covered your face made her chuckle against your skin, teeth biting into your particular soft spots, nobody knew your body the way she did and she loved it. "No, you're just.. You." That response got a harder bite from Vi, tongue darting out to lick over the now bruising skin.

Vi bites, a lot. Like she's a dog that can't help playing with her favourite toy.

She's a munch, she would eat you out for hours if you'd let her, there's no other place she'd rather be, settled between your legs and getting to watch your eyes roll out of your skull.

Groping is a frequent with her, doesn't matter where (as long as you're okay with it) She will pinch and grab any skin she can just to show off the fact you're hers.

If anyone comes too close or says something that crosses a line, she's on them in a heartbeat then comes back kissing you, blood coating both your lips as the other person watches. She'd fuck you right there in front of them too, but that was for her eyes only.

She doesn't play about what's hers.

Sevika :

To say possessive would be an understatement, either you're at her side or she's following you wherever you wish to be like a bodyguard and if someone came looking for a fight they'd have one. Sevika wasn't shy about you, you were hers and she was yours that's how it belonged. "Up. I've gotta go and I'm not leaving you around here with these mutts."

You couldn't help but feel the surge of hot go through your veins as you grabbed her waiting hand. Her touch was gentle until you both walked at a set pace, then her hand wandered to your ass. Each time she watched your face flush she wanted to bend you over and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. The alley darkened by shadows called your name, slipping from your girlfriends grip to wander, knowing she'd follow.

Handsy. Always has her hands on you, if anyone even thought for a split second that you were available she'd knock their teeth in. She was confident, and it dripped down her every move.

She's horny constantly, not for herself but to touch you, eat you out. Touch what's hers and make sure you love being hers as much as she loved having you as her own.

Sevika leaves marks all over, her favourite though, are places where they're just barely visible and places only she and you know about.

Inner thighs, back of your neck, hips. She loved being able a grip a place and feel how tender the skin is there.

Caitlyn :

She's all too smart with her eyes, her voice, her movements. Caitlyn know's what she's doing and isn't afraid to prod at buttons you try to hide in the face of the public. "That outfit suits you." She spoke, eyes wandering over your body, she lingers a bit longer on your tits, leaning back on her heels to look at your ass. "Spin around, let me see."

Caitlyn moved her hand, fingers directing you to spin around, and you did, not too fast but just slow enough your girlfriend could take in every inch of the way the fabric hugged your body. If she had it her way you both would be on your way to her room but for now she could settle for admiring.

Secretive, she likes messing with you in a way that only you will notice and understand. Her eyes follow your every move, she somehow slides up next to you at the perfect time, every time.

She loves holding hands, fingers laced in any and every position, the way your nails dig into her skin only makes her want to fuck you harder.

Caitlyn whispers in your ear constantly, praise, degradation. Anything that lets her watch you blush and the way you pussy practically begs for her.

She's surprisingly mean during sex, especially if you brat your way around.

Mel :

Mel prefers to watch you go down on her, directing your movements, the pace. The look in your eyes as you realise you're doing well and pleasing her, after all that's what you beg for isn't it? "Come on dear, I'll guide you." You know what you're doing, you're not a virgin by any means but being dumbed down so far just makes you soaked.

Mel knows the effect she has and she gets off to it, alone when you're asleep or away, the idea of you begging to please her just touches her nerves in an addicting way. "That's it. Flick your tongue-- just like that darling." Her moans are gentle, though sometimes you'll disobey her just to hear her get louder.

Loves to finger you, to feel the way you clench around her fingers and soak her knuckles. The fact she gets to watch your face as you go through an orgasm and come down from one elicits things she know not speak of.

Doesn't leave marks on you often but when she does they last for weeks, dark and tender on your skin. Occasionally lets you mark her, enjoying the looks she gets from the fellow councilors when it just barely peeks over he clothes.

Mel dolls you up just to reduce you to a mess, doing your hair, makeup, picking your outfits. Making you feel like the prettiest girl just to dumb you down to some sort of animal.

[readerihardlyknowher]

hello!! I was wondering if you could do a spencer agnew x reader fic (fem!reader if that’s okay) where spencer and reader are coworkers at Smosh. Both are cast and have never really gotten along the best but one day things kinda click for them in a video during a shoot (kinda acquaintance to friends to lovers). During this shoot and once the video airs, other Smosh workers and even fans start to notice the change, like how they always want to be touching or near each other in some way in other videos or even when not filming. It’s just that neither of them realize then the smosh peps try to start and force them into spaces and situations together to hopefully get them to realize their feelings and admit them. Thanks! And hopefully this made sense lol

Okay, so this was originally going to just be a oneshot, but I've been working on it since last week and it's not even close to being done yet, so I'm releasing it in parts.

A Loving Feeling | Pt. 1

Spencer Agnew x Reader Warnings: None WC: 2,195 Pt.1

It wasn’t that Spencer was bad per say, nor was it that you were particularly stuck up, but rather, you both just hadn’t interacted all that much. It made no sense as to why, really. You knew everyone else loved him, even the more bubbly ones like you, but you just never sat down and chatted with him. Frankly, it had gotten a little annoying how often people brought him up in conversation. Whenever you talked about a videogame you liked, Shayne would bring up how Spencer had already done a playthrough last year. If you brought up a show you were watching, Angela would mention how Spencer tried getting her to watch it. It was kind of pissing you off, and you didn’t really know the guy. It’s not like you watched many Smosh videos anyways, but you especially didn’t watch the videos with him. If you started to like him just from his on-screen persona, then that wouldn’t feel right at all. And if you hated him for his on-screen persona, that also wouldn’t feel fair. 

Which is why you were a little nervous to see that you both were supposed to be on camera together as two sisters in a Spud Hut video. You figured that it shouldn’t be too difficult, it’s just a few minutes on camera and a few minutes talking it out beforehand. It’s mostly improv, but you still wanted to get some things straight, like names.

When you walk up to the man (who is currently dressed as a middle-aged woman) you had yet to have spoken to, you suck in a breath, mentally preparing yourself for him to roll his eyes and walk away from you. You don’t even know why you think this, because he’s never been rude or standoffish to you in the past, but since you two had never really spoken anything’s on the table.

“Okay, so I don’t know about you, but I think my character’s screaming ‘Carrie’,” you begin, because nothing better than just jumping in without saying anything like “Hey! Nice to finally talk to you! Sorry we haven’t talked in the whole ass year that I’ve been here!” But to your surprise, he looks down at your outfit with a nonchalant glance and nods.

“You’re absolutely right, that’s a Carrie for sure.” The smile on his face felt like ice cold water in the heat. You felt relieved, safer, that there didn’t need to be anything to worry about. “For alliteration purposes I’ll be Mary.”

You smile back at him, still a little nervous, but now mostly alright. You don’t know how it’ll be improvising with him, you don’t know if you have a similar sense of humor, you don’t know anything about this man you’ve worked in the same building as for the past year except you apparently have the similar interests.

It’s time to get on set, and you both wait until you’re given the go ahead to enter the kitchen where you’re filming. When you’re finally told to head on, you feel Spencer’s arm lock with yours as he walks merrily into the room, where Chanse, Angela, and Damien are standing. You remind yourself to get in character as you walk up to “order.”

“Well I’ll be, this place is… unique, Mary,” you begin, giving your character a southern accent. Spencer glances over at you with a nod. When he speaks, his voice sounds hilariously high-pitched.

“I do agree, Carrie. I don’t know what on earth anyone sees in a place like this.”

At this, Chanse steps forward, introducing himself in character.

“Hi, my name is Jerry Spruce, I’m the owner of the Spud Hut. Our special today is the Oyster Spud,” he says, painfully in-character. You internally cringe at the concept of an “oyster spud” but you nod and put on an impressed face.

“An Oyster Spud? That sounds very well refined, doesn’t it, sister?”

“Very much so, sister. I do say, I heard there was the famed fettuccine alfredo spud here?” Spencer asks, which gets a nod from Chanse.

“Yes, our fettuccino alfredi spud is world renowned. I can get both of those ready for you now.”

You look over at Spencer, feeling less and less awkward by the minute. He turns back to you and catches you staring, so you speak to cover it up.

“Sister, I’m disappointed. You know, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips,” you say, mimicking an older, judgy aunt as best you can. Spencer’s face breaks out in a small smile as he tries not to break.

“Sister, I know you are not talking to me about what to eat. I’ve seen the things you put in your mouth and it’s filthy,” he ends with a snap, acting all sassy. You mirror him, yet this whole time you still keep your arms locked.

“I can’t believe you’d call your husband filthy then, Mary,” you finish with another snap, which makes him gasp and clutch the pearls around his neck with his white-gloved hand.

“Well, I’ll tell you Carrie, that the reason your husband left you is because I showed him how much better he could have had it with me.”

By this point, Chanse has now brought over the potatoes, but you two are both so into the fake argument that you take the potatoes from his hands and begin to walk out.

“I am telling mother all the cruel and sinful things you’ve been doing, Mary,” you say, not taking your eyes from Spencer’s. He huffs out a laugh and turns up his nose.

“Have fun talking to a grave then, Carrie.” And with that, you are off the set. Still though, you have to be silent for an extra minute while the crew makes sure you’re not needed again before taking off the costumes. So for that time, you both just look at each other and try not to laugh. Once you’re both given the green light to take off your mics and undress, you let out a snicker and unloop your arm from his. For the first time since walking into the kitchen, you both aren’t pinned to each other’s side. As you undo your mic, you speak.

“God, that was really fun,” you say to no one in particular, looking down partly to see what you’re doing, but mostly to avoid eye contact with him.

“Yeah, it’s no wonder Shayne and Amanda keep saying we should be in videos together. We nailed that shit,” he says, now undoing his own mic. Your snaps up to look up at him at this. You didn’t know he was also getting those same words as you were.

“Yeah, we definitely did.” There’s a pause for a moment before you let out a nervous sigh before looking up at him. “Hey, I feel bad that we’ve never really talked before. I don’t even know why I never just came up to you to break the ice, but I guess at some point I just thought it was too late and so it’d be awkward and all, so I–”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I get it, I meant to introduce myself when you joined, but then I didn’t,” Spencer says, before finally looking up at you and extending his hand to you. “Let me start over. Hey, I’m Spencer, director of games. It’s nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

You stare at his hand for a moment, a little shocked by his actions, before meeting his hand in a handshake.

“Nice to meet you too. I hear we have a lot in common,” you say, a small smile on your face. He chuckles in response, shaking his head before looking you back in the eye.

“So have I. My break’s in a couple minutes. How ‘bout we go grab lunch and talk about it?” Spencer asks. Once more, you’re surprised. Upon first glance at the man, you’d never guess he’s the type of person to be so bold and nice. You just thought he was an introverted shy guy, which you guess he can be at times, but right now he’s asking to hang out to get to know each other more. The thought of finally mending the gap you had unknowingly placed between the two of you makes you smile.

“Sure, that’d be awesome. Let me go get out of this old woman apparel.”

“Aw man, I thought it suited you pretty well.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Have you been on TikTok lately?” Courtney’s voice draws your eyes from your computer. Confused, you shake you head.

“No… why?” You ask, thoroughly suspicious of the mischievous grin on her face. You watch as she pulls out her phone, tapping and scrolling for a couple seconds before shoving it into your face. As you adjust to the closeness, you watch as someone clipped a part of the recent Spud Hut video you were on, specifically the parts with you and Spencer. You don’t see why she was so insistent that you saw the video until you notice someone found you two in the background, still in costume and arms still locked, laughing and looking each other in the eye. Your face twists in confusion, since clearly that must have been a mishap with the camera angles to accidentally keep you two in, just barely in the corner. Glancing down at the caption, your eyes widen.

Literally the cutest non-canon couple at Smosh. There’s a reason they haven’t appeared in videos together up until now 🧐

Your heart practically stops at the sight of those words. You don’t know why, you’ve been shipped with other people in the cast before, but this just felt weird. Maybe it’s because you two had been getting closer and closer in the weeks since filming. You have gone to his apartment a couple of times, mostly to play videogames and hang out with his cats, but there had never been any tension with him. You’ve just become good buddies, which is why this feeling of nervousness and blush makes you confused.

“What? Why would people think that’s anything? It’s clearly just us talking. These fans are crazy,” you say, a little too frenzied to set things straight, which Courtney clearly notices.

“Interesting. Anyways, so how have you two been getting along lately? I’ve seen the both of you chatting it up after shoots, ready to say I was right?” They tease, leaning forward and confronting you on your stubbornness. 

“Yeah… fine, you were right. He’s actually… he’s actually really cool,” you admit, somewhat grumbling to avoid the embarrassment you know is coming.

“You guys talking about me?” You hear an all too familiar voice ask from behind you. Just as you turn your head to see him, you feel two pairs of hands resting against the back of your seat.

“Actually, we were,” Courtney says, making your cheeks feel even warmer. “But anyways you guys. In one month. My birthday party. You both better come.”

Your smile widens at that, always excited to hang out with your friends outside of work. 

“Yeah, of course. Where will it be at?” You ask, still feeling Spencer’s hands lingering behind you.

“Just our place, it’s nothing too crazy. Just gonna have some drinks and play some games and stuff. So be there or be square!” They say jokingly before walking off, leaving just you and Spencer. You look up, seeing his face from upside down when he looks down at you with a smile.

“Will you need a ride, my lady?” He asks, his voice teasing, but gentle. He normally doesn’t drink much at these events anyways, while you normally get a little tipsy. Not good for driving. You smile back at him.

“Indeed I will, my lord,” you respond, making him smile even wider before letting go of the back of your seat. This grants you the opportunity to turn around to see him as he backs off some more. “Alright, it’s time for me to head back to games. See ya.”

You reply back before watching him turn around and head back the way he came. For a moment, you can’t seem to take your eyes off him, just watching as he walks, before shaking your head and returning to your work on your computer.

You think back to the TikTok Court showed you, how suddenly your fans have turned to shipping you and Spencer. Shaking your head of the thought, you remember how you need to get Courney a gift, so you pull out your phone to text your new friend.

To: Spencer From: You Wanna go to the mall or something later to get Court gifts?

You barely have time to set your phone down before you get a response that makes your smile widen.

To: You From: Spencer Sounds cool. I’ll drive you after work?

You shoot off an affirmative text, ignoring how much happier you feel having received such a quick response. Yet again, you have to shake the thought of him off your head, bringing yourself back to reality as your computer screen waits for your return.

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Helping Hand Pt4 - Bang Chan

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: Kissing, I think that's it lol

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

WC: 3k

Summary:

A/N: i’m so sorry this took so long to come out, i’ve been having the worst time with this chapter (the others came so easily lol) but i hope you enjoy it [also, I know the last ss looks off, i downloaded it wrong and i don't feel like trying to fix it so apologies in advance]

- kit <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

What do you wear? This isn’t just dinner with friends, and the guy you like, this is dinner with a group of people you admire immensely. Do you go casual? Semi-casual? Dressy? You couldn’t decide whether overdressing or underdressing was worse.

When you got home you showered quickly, wanting to have enough time to pick an outfit. Your room was a messy of clothes as you tried on dresses and different pairs of jeans, dressy tops and baggy tops. Nothing fit. Just as you were about to tell Chris you got sick and couldn’t go, he texted.

You sigh with relief, tossing your phone on your bed and pulling out an outfit that you felt confident in but was also comfortable. Once you finished getting ready you threw your wallet and phone in your purse and headed out. You were thankful you didn’t have to deal with the bus since the address Chris had given you was only about ten minutes away from your apartment. You put in your headphones and jumped a little at the volume of the music that automatically started playing. Turning it down you realized it was a Stray Kids song, Venom to be specific. Was it weird to listen to Stray Kids on the way to meet… Stray Kids?

You shrugged, keeping the music playing as you walked to the restaurant. The streets weren’t crowded, which was a shock for this time in the evening, and as you got close you pulled out the headphones and put them in your purse. The last thing you wanted was for them to hear what you were listening to. You found the building Chris had described and made your way inside.

CHRIS POV

We had all decided to meet at my and Jeongin’s dorm before going to the restaurant, planning to only take two cars because parking often sucked. This turned out to be a mistake. I had been ready 20 minutes ago but everyone else seemed to be taking their sweet time. I groan, sitting up on the couch.

“Will you guys hurry up!?” I call into the apartment.

“God, you are an old man. Sitting up makes you groan?” Seungmin says, deadpan as he walks into the living room.

 I squint at the dark haired boy, “I was groaning at all of you, thank you.”

“Mhm, sure.” Seungmin nods.

“Cool your jets, Hyung. We’re coming.” Felix says, jumping on one foot as he tries to simultaneously put on his shoes and move towards the front door.

“Has anyone seen my green jacket?” Jeongin yells from down the hallway.

“It’s out here, Innie!” I call back, seeing it hanging on a hook by the front door.

Minho walks out into the living room, typing on his phone as he sits down next to Seungmin.

“Why are you all freaking out?” He says, looking up from his phone. “It’s just dinner.”

“We want to make a good impression!” Hyunjin chimes in from the kitchen.

Changbin walks out of the hallway, “Especially for a girl who has Channie-Hyung all smitten.”

“I am not-”

“Don’t even try, Hyung.” Jisung says, suddenly appearing next to me. “You were smiling the whole time you were texting her.”

“How do you know I was texting her?” I rolled my eyes, though I knew he was right.

“Cause you were smiling.” Seaming joins in.

“Is everyone ready?” I ask, standing up from the couch.

“Don’t change the subject!” Jisung stands up with me, “I know we all agreed to this but you’ve hardly told us anything about her.”

“You can find out whatever you want when you meet her.” I argue.

“Hyung!” Jisung whines.

“Jisung!” I whine back.

He rolls his eyes, walking over and flopping onto Minho’s lap. Minho doesn’t even flinch, having gone back to typing on his phone.

“You’re just worried about being late because Y/N is meeting us.” Felix grins.

“I’ll ask again, is everyone ready!?” I call, ignoring Felix.

“Coming, coming!” Hyunjin says, walking out of the kitchen.

Thankfully Jeongin wasn’t far behind and we finally made it into the cars.

YOUR POV

Once you step inside, you’re about to ask the hostess if a large group of boys had arrived yet but a loud call comes from the back left of the restaurant.

“Y/N!”

It’s multiple voices, and looking over you can see Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin waving you over. You take a breath, trying to calm your nerves before walking over to the booth they had all crammed into.

“Come sit!” Felix smiles, moving over and patting the end seat next to him.

You slide into the booth, setting your purse on the floor.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You say, smiling somewhat awkwardly at the group.

Chris was sitting across from you, Changbin next to him, then Seungmin, Jeongin, Hyunjin, Minho, Jisung and then Felix on your right.

“So this is the girl Channie-Hyung won’t-” Changbin is cut off as Chris nonchalantly coughs.

“I take it I don’t need to introduce you?” Chris smiles.

You smile, “I’m pretty familiar with all of you.”

“So how long have you been a fan?” Jisung asks, getting straight into it.

Seungmin punches his arm, “Don’t ask that!”

“What? I’m just curious! I’m not going to judge her based on the answer!”

You laugh, shaking your head, “I don’t mind answering.”

“Fine.” Seungmin huffs, though he seemed to be trying to hide his own curiosity.

“I became a fan around August 2023, I think. It was a little bit after Five-Star was released.”

“What caught your eye?” Felix asked, then seemed to regret it.

“Do you need to ask that question, Felix?”

He blushed hard, putting his head in his hands, “Fuck-”

You giggle, “I saw a few clips of you online and I was like ‘who is this’ and I got sucked in pretty quick after that?”

“Who’s your bias?” Changbin asks.

You shake your head, “No comment.”

“Aw, come on!” Jisung whines.

“No, I’m not going to start a war in this restaurant.”

“That’s fair.” Jeongin grins.

The night flew by with good food and great company, you were surprised by how casual you felt around all of them. Jisung was just as funny as you would’ve expected, Seungmin too, regularly roasting his members and even you when the moment called for it. You felt like you were catching up with old friends.

Once everyone had finished eating, the boys refused to let you contribute to the bill, though you tried to insist. You even debated going to find the waitress to give her your card but it was like they could read your mind because Felix held you back when Chris went to pay. Once Chris came back, Jeongin suggested walking to an ice cream spot he knew nearby to which everyone enthusiastically agreed to.

“So, how was tonight? Are we what you expected?” Chris grins as the two of you walk a few steps behind the others.

“Yes and no.” You shrug.

“Oh?”

“I mean, you’re about as chaotic and loud as you are on camera, probably more so. But your personalities are just a little different, which I wasn’t surprised by.”

“Different in a good way I hope.”

You nod, “Of course, it’s fun to see you guys being yourselves.”

“Does that mean you’d want to hang out again?”

“Would you want me to?”

Jisung suddenly spun around to face the two of you, walking backwards as Minho watched him concerned, “Are you kidding!? You are required to hang out with us again.”

“Oh am I?” You laugh.

“For sure!” Felix and Hyunjin chime in sync.

“Well then how could I refuse.”

The boys in front cheer, running off ahead and beating you and Chris to the ice cream shop. You shake your head, chuckling quietly.

“They adore you already, ya know?”

You look up at Chris.

“The kids.” He finishes.

“I don’t know about that, I just met them.”

“Doesn't take long, they’re a good judge of character.”

“Well I’m flattered, then.” You smile.

“Look,” Chris stops in front of the shop window, “I’m sure this is a lot, for so many reasons. And I don’t want to rush you but… I really like you, Y/N.”

“I like you too.” You smile.

He glances inside where the boys were distracted with trying ice cream flavors and picking toppings.

“I… I would kiss you right now but I don’t think I’d hear the end of it.” He says, looking sheepish.

“Raincheck?” You take his hand and squeeze it.

He smiles down at you, a look of admiration in his eyes, “Deal. And I promise it won’t take so long this time.”

“I’ll wait as long as you need.” You say before you start pulling him to the door, “Now come on, I want ice cream.”

He chuckles letting you pull him inside. Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Minho had already gotten their ice cream while the other boys were still deciding. You walk over to Felix and follow his eye to the two flavors he was choosing between.

“Strawberry or chocolate.” You comment.

He looks over at you, “I can’t pick.”

“I mean, I like both. How about you get one and I get the other and then if you like one better you can have it.”

His face lights up, “You’d do that?”

“Of course! I’m not picky and I’m happy to help you out.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He smiles, before ordering one scoop of each.

While they scoop the cups you wander over to the three already eating.

“What’d you get?” You ask, leaning over to peek at Hyunjin’s.

He swallows the bite in his mouth, “Lemon. Wanna try?”

You nod and he offers his spoon. Taking the spoon into your mouth you hum, it was the perfect mix of sweet and tart on your tongue.

“Mmm, that’s good.”

“Right!” Hyunjin exclaims.

You look over at the other two, Seungmin had gotten chocolate with marshmallows on top and Minho had picked pistachio with some kind of syrup. Before you could ask, Felix came up next to you, handing you the cup with strawberry ice cream, you took it and smiled.

“Chocolate?”

He nods, taking a bite of the bitter sweet ice cream. Once everyone had gotten their cup, you all found a table to sit at together, though two out of nine had already finished their ice cream.

You took an empty seat next to Hyujin and Chris took the one next to you, having just beat Jisung to it who gave him a slightly dirty look before moving over to sit by Minho. Conversations they’d been having in pairs quickly combined into one loud debate which you enjoyed just observing. You were jerked slightly and looking to your side you realized Chris had grabbed onto the leg of your chair and was pulling you closer to him until your thighs touched. No one had noticed despite the sound of the chair against the floor, or at least it wasn’t obvious.

“Can I help you?” You grin.

“I mean you can,” He smirks back, “Just not here.”

“Oh yeah? Where did you have in mind?”

“Can I take you out… later?” He asks suddenly.

“Does it have to be later?”

“I mean it’s…” He glances at his phone, “Ten so…”

“And? The night is young, baby.”

He seemed to sit up straighter at the pet name, blushing furiously.

“I… uh,” He was panicking a little.

You giggle, “Do you want to come back to my apartment?”

“Y-yeah, I mean-”

“I’m not expecting anything,” You say quickly, “Think of it like a… pre-date.”

“Is that not what this was?”

You shrug, “It’s not the same with everyone here.”

He glances towards the group, still engrossed in their debate, “True.”

“So?”

“Yeah, I’ll come back with you.”

“Come back where?” Jisung interjects.

You look over and their attention is suddenly on the pair of you.

“Uh-” Chris starts.

“He wanted to walk me back to my apartment.” You explain with an innocent smile.

“Oh did he now?” Felix grins, looking over at Chris.

“Nothing planned after that, just dropping you off?” Jisung adds.

The two of you were the picture of innocence as the group scanned you over.

“Alright… but you’d better treat her right, mister.” Jisung says, pointing a finger at Chris.

He smiled, humoring him, “Of course.”

“I mean it, you hurt her and we’ll kill you.” Hyunjin adds.

“Shouldn’t they be giving me this talk?” You mutter towards Chris.

“They’re attached now, get used to it.” He grins at you.

• • •

You unlocked your door and stepped aside, letting Chris walk in first.

“Cute.” He says, looking around.

You scanned the room, thankful it was cleaner than usual. Then your eyes landed on our bookshelf, more specifically the shelf where you displayed your K-pop albums. Your eyes widened in horror and you tried to think of a way to cover them or keep him out of the living room. I mean, he knew you were a fan but the idea of having an idol see your collection felt humiliating.

“Uh, do you want something to drink?” You ask, attempting to subtly lead him into the kitchen.

“Sure.” He smiles, oblivious.

“Water or…”

“Water is fine.”

You pour each of you a cup and take a seat next to him at the bar.

“You said you moved to Seoul… a year ago, right?” He asks, taking a sip.

You nod, “Yeah, this is the apartment my company provided me.”

“It’s nice.”

“I’ve been pretty happy with it, though I do have a few… odd neighbors.”

“Really? Like who?”

You went on to explain the odd interaction you’d had with an upstairs neighbor who tore you a new one for being too loud when it was the person next to you who had been blasting music and your neighbor from down the street who seemed to take out large trash bags at weird times in the day and night.

As you finish, you set both of your glasses to the side as Chris gets up and before you can think to say anything he starts looking around and walking towards the living room. His eyes fall on your bookshelf.

“What do we have here?” He grins, teasingly.

You groan, reluctantly following him into the living room. He crouches in front of the bookshelf, carefully admiring the collection of albums and merch displayed there.

As you sit on the couch, trying to pretend you don't exist you hear Chris gasp. You can’t help but look up as he turns back to you, hand clutches over his heart dramatically.

“You have ATEEZ and ENHYPEN albums here!”

“...yes?” You say, unsure of where this was going.

“And here I thought you were loyal to Stray Kids.” He huffs, turning back to the shelf.

You stare at the back of his head for a moment, trying to process what he was saying before you burst out laughing. He picks up a mini Bbokari plush, ignoring your outburst as he inspect the rest of the shelf.

“Chris-” You giggle, trying to calm down.

“What!?” He says, standing up and walking over towards the couch. “I am offended!”

“Feeling jealous?” You say, still laughing.

“Don’t mock me! This is a serious offence!” He sits down next to you, his expression admittedly very serious.

“I’m terribly sorry, Bang Chan. How ever will I make up for this egregious crime?” You look over at him, still giggling a little.

“I don’t know if you can.”

“There must be something I can do.” You give him a cheeky smile.

“Tell me I’m the only idol you would go out with like this.” He says, completely stoic.

“I swear on my life, Bang Chan. You are the only idol I have any interest in going out with.”

“Even Seonghwa or Heeseung?”

“Even them.”

“Even San?”

“Yes, him too.”

“Even Hyunjin?”

“Chris!”

“What? You’ve seen him!”

“I have, not my type.”

“What is your type?”

“Hmm,” you think for a second, “Kind, funny, intelligent, strong,” you move a little closer, turning to face him, “loves music, dark hair, brown eyes,” closer, “selfless, compassionate…” you glance down at his lips, your faces inches apart, “a good kisser…”

“Sounds familiar-” He murmurs before closing the gap between you.

It was like falling back into a familiar routine, despite only sharing one kiss previously, and this one was far more intense and meaningful. It was as though he was trying to apologize, for making you wait, for being unsure, for whatever else he had been overthinking before now. And you were able to put his uncertainties to rest, returning his passion as you slide your leg over his lap and tangle your hands in his hair.

He groans into the kiss, one hand resting on your hip, the other cupping your jaw. His tongue tentatively ran along her lower lip, slow, testing. You responded by parting your lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside. You could feel the combined thud of your hearts as your bodies pressed against each other, as though you were magnetic.

When you both finally pulled apart, more for breath than an actual desire to stop. You panted quietly, feeling his breath mixing with yours.

“I’m sorry for taking so long…” he muttered, eyes looking down at his lap.

You cup his cheeks, tilting his head up so his eyes are forced to meet yours, “That… was more than worth the wait.”

He smiles, huffing a laugh, “Good.”

“You know what you said, before, about the kids not letting you live it down if you kissed me earlier?”

He nods.

“I hope you realize that they will never let you live down the fact that you are going out with a fan.”

“Oh, are we going out now?”

“You asked me out earlier, you ass!” You smack his arm playfully, then are suddenly reminded that you are still sitting in his lap.

You start to move but he grips your hips, “Don’t… please.”

You stop, looking up at him.

Though his ears were flush red, he spoke firmly, “If you think that’s all you’re getting tonight, you are sorely mistaken.”

And so you were.

A/N: hope this was worth the wait, I don't think I'll add anymore full parts to this series (maybe a bonus one wink wink) so I hope you enjoyed! please like and reblog and feel free to write me a suggestion or send me something from my prompt list <3

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Eve/Charlie

The long awaited and requested Eve and Charlie post is here! HEAVY TW on the Eve side of things for: Grooming, Postpartum Depression, The Whole Cain Thing, and suicide

So lets roll into it!

So we're actually gonna start with Charlie since she's on the lighter side of things lmao For her design, I mainly wanted to make her feel more like a main character when you look at her, add some interest to her look while still keeping it simple enough so The Viewer tm can project onto her and find her approachable. I also wanted her to look a lot more like a mix of her mother and father while mostly keeping the obvious "child of the devil" thing. I took away a lot of her red in favor of a bright yellow to make her stand out against most of the Pride Ring, and I added in the goat features with a heavier hand than the show does. She also distinctly has Eve's eyes with little hearts in each of them, because that's just. Cute as fuck. And as a bonus, her Eve-Like features down to her natural optimism and sweetness is HAUNTING for Adam. A huge reason why he's so aggressive with her is the only way he deals with his issues are to forget about them or get rid of them. (Apart of why Charlie has to deal with Adam at all is that Lucifer knows that it would upset the guy.)

Then there's Charlie's Demonic Form, she adds a total of 2 inches to her height (lmao) and gets a more hellish color pallet. I wanted it to feel magical girl-esk which is something I'm drawing from her original transformation sequence in the show. Really heavily leaning into the demon thing with her horns getting longer and that streak in her hair desaturating along with her skin. I really disliked that Charlie's Big Fight outfit was so simple so I may have overcompensated but I enjoy the colors. The one arm not having armor is because I imagine her still using the shield as her main weapon. Also, a small detail is her hands are a bit bigger and more claw-like on purpose.

For her story/personality, I'm keeping her naive attitude and her nearly sickening optimism. A lot of that has to do with Lilith desperately keeping her happy as a means of distracting herself until she "disappears" and in part due to Lucifer heavily sheltering her. I've mentioned it before but it does not make sense for Charlie to be 200 years old so I'm knocking it down to 20 years. She's wildly bright eyed and bushy tailed. The reason she has the idea to redeem sinners at all is because she wants Lilith to be able to see Heaven, which because Lilith is dead missing, isn't going to happen.

But she doesn't know that! So it's fine!

She meets Vaggie much the same way, though Charlie is nice enough to know what Vaggie is- it's more of a secret to everyone else in the Hotel than herself. This is also how they come up with the idea to attack back, which Charlie is hesitant to do until it comes down to the wire. She's not a huge fan of violence, naturally.

Charlie's relationship to her father is.. strained, because the second she becomes a person- starts having her own opinions and all that, Lucifer is no longer interested. Lucifer is especially uninterested in the Hotel, he doesn't believe sinners should have the second chance even if they could have it. So Charlie's secondary motive is to prove to him that anyone can be redeemed and that they deserve it, which is something she'll have to reconsider as she gets to know her residents.

For Eve, who makes me so god damn sad, I wanted to show the light leaving her eyes Post Apple Incident. I really wanted to give her curly hair and make her just an adorable cutie patootie. In her Garden Version I gave her these sort of magical birthmarks to symbolize that she came from Adam's rib. I also gave her a tooth gap, because I think it's just plain adorable.

Then as she gains free-will and is banished to Earth she loses that bubbly personality and becomes more and more curt as she becomes a mother. The scar on her hand is from getting it caught in a thorn bush, which admittedly I don't think it looks like that but I'll go back to fix it later. I also kinda deflated the volume in her hair to make her look a touch more downtrodden.

THEN there's her Hell Version, I completely desaturated her besides the red and made her hair more sharp and contained in two short twin braids. I tried to allude to Roo's original design as much as I could by keeping her checkered shirt and the thorn motif- but I wanted to show that her and Adam have very similar tastes, with their leather and spike, punk-like outfits. I also gave her "apple bottom jeans" (they're actually bell bottoms but hush), and a moon pendant that she turned into a bracelet that she got from Lilith.

I imagine Eve has a lot of plant/thorn based powers and can meld into shadows- but I really haven't got all of that sorted.

For her story, and this is where it gets intense so this is your final warning, I wanted to really showcase how wrong Lucifer did her. Not only does she have trouble making Adam happy in the garden, which was hard with his first wife currently being lured in by The Literal Soon To Be Devil... But she also was currently being tempted. Any time her mood soured, Lucifer was there to tilt her chin up and tell her everything she wanted to hear. So of course she trusted him, he was nothing but nice! He always talked about how much he loved her, loved Lilith, loved Adam... So when she was offered The Apple, she took a bite grateful to be included. Adam was a little too late to stop anything, not that he could have but what's one more pound of salt in the wound.

In the same breath Lilith and Lucifer were cast out, Eve was to be dammed to Earth. Adam demanded to go with her, he didn't want to be alone. God, he couldn't do that. So, off they went. They quickly had a Horrible Time, but soon they had Cain. Cain was a sweet child originally, maybe a bit rough with animals and intense with his feelings but.. it really got bad when he was seven and Able was born. Able was a golden boy, no doubts about it.. And he wasn't Adams. Eve had met once again with her fallen friend, see she had just been miserable since being on Earth.. and there was one Angel she reluctantly missed. He always said the sweetest things, after all. Adam didn't notice or care, he loved his sons and was... frankly, too exhausted to notice. Eve after Able was becoming more and more withdrawn into herself, not really caring for ether kid as much as she probably should of. Falling into a deep depression and rarely even feeding herself, it was around this time that Lucifer stopped making his visits to Earth. Both due to Heaven being watchful of the new child and that he wouldn't want to "deal with all that" as he would put it.

When Cain killed Able due to his jealousy, Eve strangled her firstborn and proceeded to cry for the remaining hours of the day. Until Adam came to bury them, she didn't have the strength to do so herself and ate hemlock that same night.

She woke up in Hell, taking a lot of solace in Lilith and Lucifer's company for many years. Lilith naturally missed her and Lucifer was happy to have his "toy" back. (His words, we hate him.)

It took her awhile to adjust but as humans started flooding into hell (post Adam death and then post evolution) she found solace in taking advantage of others, it made her feel powerful. Something she never felt, in control. Yet, she still ended up visiting her favorite couple from time to time for quick kisses and any kind of social engagement. At some point she takes on the nickname of Roo (short for Root, short for Root of All Evil) and is a sort of legend among Sinners.

Later rather than sooner, one of these meeting with just Lucifer ended up with Lucifer wanting a child from her, he promised that she could try again as a mother. She agreed to have her, gave birth to her... but once she saw Charlie's face? She couldn't do it. She couldn't raise a child again even after thousands of years, so.. she left Charlie with Lilith, who never got the chance to have a child and got out of there. Lilith was happy to raise the kid, have any sort of distraction from Lucifer's gilded cage. So, Eve went into hiding in hell and is currently still avoiding Lucifer's eye. Eve only really started killing, gaining souls, and becoming prominent again after Lilith's disappearance. Enraged and ultimately scared for her situationship/best friend, thinking that Lucifer must have done something so she needs real power to question him.

Naturally since being in Hell for a long time she'd learned that he's Actually Not Good and was Just Lovebombing her, but it doesn't stop her from missing him from time to time. And her literal soulmate (Adam) is forever out of reach unless he's in Hell killing Sinners, and she's not so sure he wouldn't hurt her after years of memories distorting and emotions being built up.

Anyway that's... pretty much all I have to say. It's hard to summarize so I apologize if anything is unclear. I want to talk about Eve so much but I find myself just Making Noise instead of having comprehensive statements sometimes. There's also a lot I still have to figure out with Cain/Able and Adam so, we'll get there eventually.

Also here's the line up as per usual.

And a zoom-in on the Morningstar family (+ Eve)

[wlwanakin]

what are you peeved about andor’s depiction of chandrila?

oh god lol i feel bad that my first in depth post about this show that i really do like a lot is gonna be me complaining. and honestly that does kinda make me sad not only bc i really do love andor but i also love the chandrila storyline! it’s honestly my favorite in the whole show! but i must speak my truth and my truth is that i fucking HATE the chandrila costuming so much and i feel like i’m going crazy because everyone else seems to absolutely love it.

my first issue is just that what we see in andor does not cohere well with the way mon mothma has consistently been shown to dress in previous appearances. and obviously she isn’t going to dress the same in different contexts and different time periods and her revenge of the sith outfit looking so similar to her original return of the jedi outfit is mainly for recognizability but you can still draw from them for a varied wardrobe. like i just love the loose shapeless silhouette and the kind of androgynous feeling of her first two looks:

like this feels like an outfit from space and it feels distinctive! and then mon’s wardrobe in andor is just…not even close to this at all. there are a couple outfits that are kind of nods to it, but they’re much more fitted and traditionally feminine and generally more conventional and honestly look like stuff you could buy at macy’s. they didn’t even let her keep her haircut until she needed to have it for continuity!

and yeah to some degree this is intentional because of her position, because she’s being suffocated by her job and her marriage and her status or whatever, and there are more obvious hints of that like the scene where she takes off her big necklace that looks like a collar. but clearly that was not focused on sufficiently and got seriously lost in translation because the main audience takeaway about her costuming is that she looks cunty and isn’t it so awful that she got such a terrible haircut and dresses like shit on yavin 4 (and honestly the way people talk about that shift is starting to feel awfully close to misogyny to me but whatever). and also even if they wanted to do something with her costuming being different from how she dressed in the republic or the rebellion to create this sense of restrictive conformity that doesn’t have to look boring! traditional femininity doesn’t have to look the same in space as it does on earth! they could’ve given her some more interesting silhouettes or maybe a headpiece every once in a while! i personally would’ve preferred they didn’t go the fitted route with her but if they wanted to do that there’s a way to go about that without repeating the same exact cinched waist with a stupid little belt shape for every party dress or making her wear turtlenecks and cardigans that look like they could be my mother’s.

and this extends outside of mon, obviously, because we see a lot of chandrila including chandrilan hyper-traditionalism. and to me another key costume that reflects the general direction they went with chandrila and why i dislike it is leida’s wedding dress:

and honestly this one makes me even more frustrated bc i don’t hate it! i really like the shape of her veil (not in this picture), i like some of the fabric choices, it’s not a bad costume overall. but it still feels so unimaginative to me that you’re creating this whole space culture with its own weird space traditions and the route you settle for for the wedding dress is…white sparkly mermaid gown. like come ONNN. it personally peeves me that they just went with white as the wedding color but even that aside because that’s honestly just a nitpick the dress itself is just not interesting. it doesn’t even evoke traditionalism all that much. it’s just a wedding dress.

and then the far more egregious thing to me that goes beyond just looking like a macy’s catalogue is the sheer amount of orientalism in a lot of the chandrila costumes. because when chandrilan characters aren’t dressed like they just raided the formal section of a department store they’re just straight up dressed to look vaguely east asian. like jesus fucking christ man can we calm it on the kimonos?

and orientalism is the star wars original sin so on some level this might seem hypocritical to complain about because i do love the costuming of the prequels and they’re certainly guilty of the same thing. but it feels so much more egregious here because like, man, it is 2025. it’s 2025 and this show is also laser-sharp in its political messaging so i do expect it to be above dressing a bunch of white people in vaguely japanese looking outfits and then being like “yay that’s space clothes.” and it feels ten times lazier than past iterations of this in star wars both because it’s Current Year and because there isn’t even really a reason or any direct inspiration taken from anything that actually informs these costumes (not that that gives the costumes in the films a pass before anyone tries twisting what i’m saying), it’s just kimonos and robes cuz those aren’t t-shirts i guess? you can argue that it’s because they’re supposed to have some cultural overlap/connection with the jedi and like i guesssss but it still looks so lazy to me! like it doesn’t feel intentional, it just feels derivative. and man jedi robes are not doing all that. and i cannot stress enough that every fucking chandrilan is white. not just the main characters, i literally mean every single one in all those sprawling crowd shots. possibly bar a few extras i missed but i do not recall seeing a single non-white chandrilan.

and i feel like the character that exemplifies how frankly lazy these two design directions are especially when combined is vel, whose chandrilan outfits are by and large just a loose robey or kimono-y blouse with some pants and chunky jewelry, and that combo just ends up making her look less like an out-of-place upper class woman on an alien planet and more like a well-traveled succession character:

it’s just so boring. it’s so fucking boring, man. and this isn’t even exclusive to andor at all because most recent star wars projects have had underwhelming costuming, but andor’s costuming despite continuing that trend isn’t nearly as bad and considering they were crafting a culture from the ground up with the only references for cultural garb they had being two beautiful costumes with such a distinctive feel to them they could’ve done something so cool with this planet. and they just didn’t. they almost completely discarded what they had to draw from and then went the most conventional route possible. and it was kinda racist too!

[angstyoni]

The First Meeting

heeseung x fem reader

Summary: F1 decides they want to announce they're coming to South Korea in a unique way. So they decide to get a group of female drivers from F1 Academy to perform K-Pop songs to announce it at the season opener. A season opener that those groups end up attending. What happens when the newest driver on the scene catches the eye of a member of a certain group?

Part One. Part Two.

“Told you you’d nail it.” Lia says excitedly as we rush back stage to change into our formal outfits for the remainder of the event.

“It was like you became another person up there. It was incredible.” Tina agrees as she joins us.

Up until the music had started, I’d been nervous as hell. But once it had kicked in, it was like no one else was there. I’d blocked out the hundreds of people watching us even though I could feel their eyes on me. Watching me and every move I made. Only once did my mask slip. And it had nearly made me falter. During our last song I had to lean on one of the tables of one of the K-Pop groups and sing my part. And when I had, I’d locked eyes with one of the members. I had meant to scan the whole table while doing it, but my eyes had instantly locked with his and I couldn’t move. I’d surprised Id managed to get my line out and move away.

I’d known who he was instantly. I’d watched the choreography videos with him in it countless times over the last few months due to me being assigned his part of their song for our performance. Lee Heeseung. Even before they’d assigned me his part, I’d been drawn to him in the videos. There was just something about him that drew me in compared to the others. And I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.

”It’s not different to us racing. We slip on a mask when we do that.” I point out with a shrug before ducking into one of the changing areas.

I slip off my performance outfit and pull on the black dress I had picked out for the event. The other girls had told me it was too plain and simple for my first official event as an actual driver, but I liked it. I wasn’t use to this kind of life. To me it still felt surreal to be where I was. Like at any moment I’d wake up and it was all a dream.

When I return both Lia and Tina are waiting for me, both looking eager to head back out there. As soon as we break out into the main floor they rush off to their teams who cheer as they come out. My team was on the other side of the stage to where we had exited, so I quickly walked pass them, nodding to other teams and drivers who said hello or congratulated me on our performance.

I barely round the front of the stage before Lando rushes over to me and pulls me into his side, guiding me over to the McLaren table. A table that happened to be right next to Red Bull’s. Fantastic. As he rushes me over, I can’t help but feel like I’m being watched. But I don’t get a chance to look before my team starts cheering and stand up to embrace me. All of them tell me how awesome it was, and asked how I’d hidden it for so long. It all felt like a blur. And just as I sit down, a familiar face walks over to me. One of the staff from the K-Pop companies.

”Sorry, I know you just sat down. But the groups really want to meet you all if that’s ok.” The girl asks with a soft smile, clearly not wanting to interrupt me finally getting a moment to myself.

”That’s fine.” I tell her as I push away from the table and follow her back the way I came.

It’s then I realise it was here I’d felt like I was being watched as Lando had dragged me over to our team. And again the same feeling washes over me. But now all of them are looking at me and the few girls they’ve managed to find. But as I scan the three groups in front of us, I know why I feel like I’m being watched. All the other boys are just glancing at us. Everyone but him. Heeseung. His eyes fully focused on me. Normally I’d shy away from someone looking at me like that. But I hold his eye, and can’t help but smile at him before my attention is pulled to the group closest to me.

Heeseung

“That was so cool.” Jake says excitedly from next to me, practically bouncing up and down in his seat as the staff come and take the cameras away.

All the other members nod in agreement, but I still feel like I’m locked in some trance. My eyes still wandering to where she’d stood at the end before being escorted back stage again. I couldn’t focus on anything else. And I know I’ve been caught out when Jay waves a hand in front of my face from my other side.

”Huh?” I ask, looking around the table as they all snicker at me.

”You ok there hyung?” He teases with a knowing smirk.

”Pretty sure that girl still has him under her spell.” Jake teases before Jungwon gives him a look which has him snapping his mouth shut.

But he was right. I didn’t even know the girl. Had only seen her for ten minutes up on that stage, but that was enough. Enough to have me staring at where she was like love sick puppy. Something I hadn’t done in years. Not since before I was a trainee. My attention had been caught here and there, but nothing like this. Usually my job, being an idol squashed any sort of interest I peaked quickly. So why had this girl who hadn’t even spoken a word to me got me acting like this?

And as if fate wanted to tease me with her more. There she was again. Now the outfit she’d worn from the performance was gone, replaced by a black dress that most would say was dull or boring compared to how the other women were dressed. But she was stunning. She slowly starts to turn our way before someone rushes over to her causing her to divert her attention before she’s pulled into a hug and dragged to the other side of the stage where I can’t see her.

”Earth to Heeseung.” Jay mocks as he waves his hand in front of my face again which I lightly bat away.

”I am not under a spell.” I bite back.

He just rolls his eyes and shakes his head, opening his mouth to no doubt say something sarcastic back, but the arrival of one of the staff has him snapping his mouth shut. Thank goodness. I don’t think I could deny it much longer. They all knew me too well. Knew I was lying through my teeth. But I couldn’t show any interest towards her. I would never see her again after this weekend. And I wasn’t risking some media gossip about this.

”How would you guys like to meet the girls?” The staff member asks almost too happily as she scans the table.

”Oh we’d love to. Especially Heeseung here.” Jake says as he playfully puts an arm around my shoulders which I try and shove off causing a snicker from Ni-Ki who tries to cover it as a cough.

”Great. We’ll go grab them for you.” She says quickly as she rushes off before I can try object.

Not that I want to object. That voice in the back of my head is screaming at me for being an idiot of even denying or trying to say no to seeing her again. Maybe that’s all I need. To see her again. Just say something to her to get her off my mind. That’s all it is. And then after that everything will be back to normal.

Or so I thought. Movement at the corner of the stage has my attention snapping over there instantly as if my brain knew she was there. Because there she is. And I can’t look away. Not even when her eyes meet mine after scanning the two other groups before landing on ours. The other groups her gaze had skimmed over. But when she’d gotten to ours, her eyes had locked right onto me. And before she’s ushered to the first group she smiles. And I swear my heart fucking stops.

”What was that about not being under her spell?” Ni-Ki teases.

”Oh shut up.” I mutter as the others snicker at me again.

Reader.

The first two groups are so lovely. Commenting on how great we did, and how well we had pulled it off despite not being performers. They seemed genuinely impressed, and the girls I’d been grouped up with for meeting them seem to gain a little confidence from it. We’ll never do it again, but I feel like from this if it ever did, they’d be more than willing to give it a go.

I’m mid conversation with Felix and Bang Chan, both of who are also from Australia, when I feel a soft tap on my arm. Turning to find one of the staff members for Enhypen. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been asked to bring you over if you don’t mind. They’re very excited to meet you apparently.”

”And understandably so. Lovely to meet you Y/N. Hopefully we’ll see you over the weekend.” Bang Chan says with a big smile as they both bow their heads.

I give them a quick smile before turning towards the last table and group. All of them are already talking to some of the girls, Tina and Lia being part of the group. So none of them see me approaching with their staff member as they continue to converse. But I can tell its a bit strained. Not many of the members of these groups know fluent English, and I’d been one of the few to attempt learning Korean over the last few months.

”Here you are Jay, found her as per your request.” The staff member says to him before guiding me forward as the girls, minus Tina and Lia move on.

As I turn to face them I can’t help but notice half of them smiling knowingly at Heeseung who seems to be almost glaring at Jay who is smiling at me, completely oblivious or choosing to ignore how the older member is looking at him.

“Sorry for dragging you away. I’m Jay, nice to meet you.” He says as he holds a hand out to me.

The other groups has just bowed their heads in greeting, so the way he holds his hand out to me throws me off. But I quickly take it and shake it. “I’m Y/N.”

They all step forward one by one, all shaking my hand in greeting. All except Heeseung who is forced forward by Jake who practically shoves him at me before he mumbles his name and just bows his head before stepping back into his spot as I lower my hand in the least awkward way I can. I don’t even know him, not personally but I can’t help but feel a little sad after the way I’d felt his eyes on me.

”So are you racing this weekend?” Jake asks excitedly. The way he smiles and bounces with energy almost reminds me of a golden retriever.

”We’re not racing. But Y/N here is being part of a practice session on Friday. Lucky girl. Teams don’t usually use their mandatory swap out for the first race of the season.” Lia gushes to them.

”It’s not that big of a deal.” I try tell them all with a shrug.

”Don’t listen to her. It’s a big deal. It's her from track. No one from our racing series has gotten to do take part in a FP1 session. And a female hasn’t done it since 2014.” Tina adds.

”Definitely a big deal then.” Jay says as they all nod in agreement.

”So what team are we looking out for on Friday then?” Jake asks, somehow bouncing more with excitement than before.

”McLaren is the team you should be looking out for.” Lia says before I can get a word out.

”What colours are they?”

All the members heads snap towards the source of the question. Heeseung. Who is right back to looking at me like he did before. I honestly didn’t know if he spoke English, hence why he’d gone silent on me when I’d actually gotten close. But the words fall to easily from his mouth for him to not understand. He’s clearly comfortable with the language to an extent.

”Papaya. Well that’s what we call it anyway. But it’s essentially orange. But you didn’t hear that from me.” I say to him with a soft smile, which he returns and I swear my heart skips a beat.

”Yeah they might hunt you down if they hear you say orange instead of Papaya.” Tina adds as she chuckles.

The boys look confused by the comment but all nod eventually.

”Orange. Sorry, Pa-papaya it is for us on Friday then.” Jungwon says happily as he smiles at us.

”Sorry to barge in. Again. But we’re going to do a group photo with everyone if thats ok?” The staff member who grabbed me before asks as she eases her way into the group.

We all nod before making out way over to the area in front of the stage as we wait for them to gather the other groups and girls.

”You were really good up there.” Someone says from next to me.

I turn to see Heeseung looking down at me. Up close he’s much taller than I realised. Unlike the other girls I’d gone without heels for tonight, and I only come up to his chin. His eyes are a soft brown, warm and inviting. And the way the corner of his mouth turns up with a smirk has my heart skipping a beat again.

”Ah, thank you. I was pretty nervous. Never done that kind of performance before.” I say with a shrug.

”You don’t need to be nervous. You did really well. Do you do other performing?” He asks, seeming curious.

I nod. “Yeah I’m in a band. I sing and sometimes play bass guitar.” I tell him.

His eyes seem to light up at that detail. “That’s really cool. What kind of music do you guys play?”

”We use to do rock or alternative covers of songs mixed in with some originals. But we don’t get to play much anymore now I do this. I miss it though.” I admit to him. Something I haven’t admitted to anyone since I’d been swept up into the world of Formula One.

”Maybe you should try make some time. It looked like you missed it after you finished performing. You’re good at it.” He tells me before giving me another smirk before we’re both called over to take our spots.

Yet again my heart skips a beat. God damn. What is that boy doing to me? I don’t even know him, and my body is reacting as if I’ve got the biggest high school crush on him. Even from my spot in the middle of the group I can feel his eyes on me. And I so badly want to turn and meet his gaze. But I don’t. All I have to do is get through this weekend. Get through this weekend and I’d never see him again. It’s just cause he’s attractive. That’s all it is. Right?

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Sorry for reblogging such an old post (I was going thru the meteora tag lol) but I believe I might have an answer for this!! Just note that it's speculative since it's never actually elaborated on though😭

When St. Olga is narrating the made up story of how she first found her, you can see that interestingly this "made up" version of Meteora has the same design that she reverts to at the end of Conquer, after Eclipsa blasts her.

It's worth pointing out that St. Olga here is recounting a sanitized version of events. She isn't just lying but is also painting the story in a good/better light; we can infer this not only from what we're shown later but also because Meteora gets upset when she specifically mentions "finding a good work/life balance", which implies it wasn't true.

This has me believing that this version of baby Meteora is the "healthy" one, or what she'd look like if she had been left to her own devices, so to speak - without having her nature be suppressed. Au naturel, if you will. Her best possible self. This is also corroborated by the mural where we see our first ever glimpse of Baby Meteora, a.k.a. the mural depiction of her with Eclipsa where she has her purple hair and pointy ears.

Comparing this to the baby we see handed to St. Olga by King Shastacan, one thing that immediately stands out is the fact that her hair and eyes have lost color, but another thing that I'd like to point out is the fact that they also covered her ears. I'd like to offer the theory that, as soon as they got their hands on her, they immediately tried to get her to hide her monster traits -- failing to do so due to the obvious presence of her tail, which happens to be the most obvious and hard-to-hide sign of her being mixed.

(It's also sort of funny that they have her in wraps while St. Olga holds her under her arm in her fake version... knowing her propensity for crawling on walls... they had my girl in a stray jacket since day one😭)

I think what makes this possible is the fact that her father Globgor is a shapeshifter, thus giving us a genetic reason as to why she's capable of altering her own appearance. Whether she is consciously doing it or not can be debated; I'd argue it's a mix of the unsupportive environment she was raised in figuratively making her shrink into herself and her own desire to fit in manifesting in her appearence. It's also clear that she puts great effort into maintaining the illusion by wearing an outfit that effectively covers up her whole body, possibly to prevent her traits from showing up whenever she "slips up".

I think the only reason we only see her cheek marks in S1 (aside from her backstory not being as fleshed out) is precisely because her face is the only part of her body that she can't easily cover. In S2, we even see she's wearing make up to hide them as she does the rest.

And ironically... it's when she's in her Miss Heinous era - her classic S1-3 look - that she looks the most like her father. Even before her transformation, where she is almost a feminine carbon copy of him, I'd argue that she resembles him greatly in features alone - something that is visibly not true in S4 when we see her as a teenager and she barely looks like him outside of her inherited monster traits. I feel like it's a point on how she can't effectively erase her ancestry; she is her father's daughter and it will come out, whether she (or anyone else) wants it or not.

(Lowk this was an OUTRAGEOUS parallel I have no idea how no one picked up on it beforehand)

About her eyes, I would actually also like to point out this moment where she rejouvinates and her cheekmarks - her magic - are shaken awake as a result. This is one of two times where her appearence isn't altered by her emotional state but rather outside imputs; as you can see she has her irises back.

Due to this coming along with her cheekmarks, I'd assume that this is the same reasoning as displayed above, but this time favoring her mother's genetics over her father's. Eclipsa does state that Meteora has her eyes, so stimulating her magical side most likely would being about that result.

Ultimately these are just conjectures though. I hope this was a fun read, at least! :)

My brain got caught on Star Vs this morning, and I’m thinking about Miss Heinous/Meteora, and I’m wondering, why does she look so different between her initial appearance and her new form? As in like, design wise, such as having purple hair, red eyes, and pointed ears and such

I assume the out of universe reason is that they wanted to change her design to suit their new needs. Thinking back on her initial appearance, I’m guessing they had thought of the idea of Miss Heinous being secretly part of the Mewman royal family when they made her, considering her cheek marks and the fact that they’re clubs, and the rest of the notable royals had the other card symbols, as well as the fact that she consciously tries to suppress them, but hadn’t fleshed out the idea until Season 3 or something. So they wanted to change her design now that they knew where they were going

But like, in universe, why did her appearance change? She had grey hair (though with a slight purple tint) and small black pupils before, and we see in the Season 3 flashbacks that she’s always had that. Why is it different when she gets “reborn”?

[dixidin]

Considering that we're gonna be entering Natlan in the next nation of genshin. I have a few words I wanna say on it.

On one hand, I'm so happy we're finally gonna see Capitano and learn about all the new lore, ect!

But on the other hand, I'm really nervous on what hoyoverse is going to be doing with the people in the nation considering the treatment with Sumeru and the fact that Natlan is inspired off of West African cultures and Latin America.

But considering the character designs of Vannessa and Iansan, I have some(what) faith in hoyo (fingers crossed!)

[scrawlingskribbles]

not me blearily waking up at 5:30am almost in tears bc I had a dream that Ian had apparently been making more little OK KO shorts on the side and the utter joy I was feeling as dream!me was scrambling to find & watch them only to wake up before I could........ :((((

[skenpiel]

homestuck fans when theres no rhyme or reason to the trickster designs and its literally just a jumbled mess of hideous colors and vague candy themes which means theres no consistency to analyze to help with making fan designs

[connormoving]

like these r soooo ugly and boring to me which is CRAZY bc i loveee rococo fashion and like i know this is a starter story so you dont wanna be giving people like the best things ever but its just a little bit cognitive dissonance when youre supposed to be playing as Marie Antoinette and youre getting outcunted by a random girl from 20s nyc*

*this is a joke just for me bc i think the outfits from gotham memoirs r also mostly rly boring

[apatheticsunday]

Gotham TikTok

AKA "Danny moves to Gotham and records TikToks with absolutely deranged captions. He films Get Ready with Me in Gotham videos, fit checks, and even A Day in the Life of a Ghost in Gotham! Except everybody is freaking the fuck out in the comments" prompt idea!

No, you don't understand, I'm obsessed. Like, what if Danny's idea of "safe" is just... anything that doesn't actively try to kill him? So Metropolitians, Star City, and Central City citizens are literally biting their nails and sweating bullets every time he posts, because what if he gets merc'd by the "Eight Heads in a Duffel Bag" Red Hood?? And that's one of the nicer villains in Gotham. And Danny's just like wow, this place is niiiiiice, I haven't even been murdered yet!

Maybe Jazz took a 12-year-old Danny to Gotham to escape their parents. Gotham's cheap, dirty, and doesn't ask questions: it's the best place to go to disappear because damn near half the city's population are either super villains, hostages, dead, or vigilantes. She gets a job at an understaffed hospital as a clinical psych intern. She enrolls Danny for online schooling because she's scared a public high school would be too easy for their parents to track.

Which leaves Danny alone for hours. He makes a TikTok account called "Danny Phantom" because, c'mon, he's a kid. And, like most kids, he doesn't really comprehend the idea of a digital footprint or that his account is public, accessible by literally anybody.

He's also a little shit. So, the first TikTok he uploads is of a man getting carjacked, but the caption reads: love to see people helping each other. remember it's always okay to ask for help! it's okay, I don't know how to parallel park, either :)

And you just see this guy in a mask shove a businessman away from his car, gesturing with his gun, before getting into the driver's seat. Except the car is parallel parked so the carjacker just slowly inches back and forth between a Prius and a Honda until he can wedge himself out of the parking space. And then gets stuck in stand-still traffic. The TikTok goes viral. It's talked about on the Gotham news and Gothamites are losing their shit, pointing out the exact moment you can see the carjacker start to soundlessly cuss through the car's windshield or the way the businessman is just... standing on the side of the road, watching with a deadpan look.

Danny doesn't know about it being on the news, but he sees all the comments, likes, reposts, and feels something. He wonders if this is what Ember feels every time people listened to her music. So, he keeps posting. Usually, it's short three-second videos of a hilariously unexpected situation with an even more deranged caption. But then he's accidentally caught in the reflection of a store front while recording and doesn't know, posts it like he always does; only for this TikTok to go viral, too. Because "Danny Phantom" is a child??

He doesn't notice the shift in his comments, but the public opinion quickly changes from wow, Gothamites are just like that huh lol to what the FUCK, kid, get inside!!! anytime he posts.

Except Danny never gets hurt. Even in the most dangerous situations, when you'd think this kid is a goner for sure, he's just happily yapping in the background. He's so different from Gothamites because he lacks that dead-eyed, despair-inducing aura of someone who's lived in a hellmouth their whole lives. (A couple people post that Danny kind of reminds them of Golden Boy Brucie Wayne, all air-headed and unrealistically optimistic, and suddenly there's memes of "what happens when you've never gotten shot in Gotham" or "how i act when Commish Gordie accuses me of shoplifting again" with them side-by-side.)

And then Danny's posts go viral again and again. Danny doing a fit check with a blond-haired woman with a checkered outfit, she ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek. A picture of him wearing an old jean jacket with a bright red lipstick smear on his cheek is trending for weeks. Spoiler, fully suited up in an all-purple vigilante attire, and him shoving gas station hotdogs in their mouths. He even has videos of him clearly in Killer Croc's lair, with comments of are you in the sewers??? DANNY??? and he responds, no, i'm in mom & dad's basement :) (Waylon Jones is actually sitting behind him in one of the videos, intently watching a TV show on an iPad.)

Everybody adores Danny - Rogues, Gothamites, even the Bats. (There's at least six videos of Nightwing teaching Danny how to do backflips, handstands, and other acrobatic moves. Even the youngest Robin has been caught on camera quietly talking with Danny, a shocking lack of violence that left half the city's population suffering from cuteness aggression for the kids.)

So, yeah, Danny belongs to Gotham.

But the internet is widely accessible and Danny made it so, so easy to find him. Jazz obviously didn't know he was posting videos of himself publicly; she was too tired after back-to-back 12 hour shifts at the hospital that she hadn't even checked social media in months. Otherwise, she would've told him to be careful, to never show his face or post his real name on the internet. Then again, Jazz would never have expected all of Gotham (and Superman himself, totally endeared by the kid after Kon and Jon showed him a couple TikToks) would beat the absolute shit out of anybody going after Danny.

Imagine GIW's surprise when they track down Amity's former residential Ghost only to find an entire city frothing at the mouth to protect their Phantom.

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[divinedomainn]

Stream and Scream | reader x multiple men

play previous song? || ◁ PART 1 ▷ || play next song?

summary : After another horny stream, you drop the bomb: fuck-a-fan fridays—seven weeks, seven fans, seven filthy videos. masks on, faces hidden, just you and one lucky subscriber tangled up on camera each week. All they have to do? strip down, get hard, and show you why it should be them. Auditions start now.

contains : camgirl!reader x a whole ass roster, rotating cast, university AU, smut, porn with kinda a crack plot, casual sex, anonymous sex, exhibitionism, recording, oral sex, piv sex, rough kinky sex, everyone wants to fuck reader, horny simp men

A/N : and so it starts!!! is everyone ready to see the submissions from your favorite horndogs? :) (also i hope you can tell whose who hehehe) i'm trying to keep the writing inclusive for every sort of female presenting person so let me know how i've done!

The next few weeks passed in a blur of lace, lube, and direct deposits that made your head spin. What had started as a desperate half-joke had morphed into a full-blown empire - your empire. The girl who once contemplated selling her underwear for gas money was now clearing rent, tuition, groceries, and still had enough left over to drop serious coin on clothes and silk bed sheets.

You’d gone to the next level. Your friends were of course benefitting from your suspiciously newfound wealth, you casually said you had found a better part-time job, never letting them know the truth when you decided to take them shopping. Not yet at least.

Private requests were your bread and butter. You weren’t just good anymore - you were a professional tease, a digital siren with a library of toys, outfits, and vocal tones that could bring grown men to their knees. They paid for everything; soft whispers, rough talk, slow stroking, filthy roleplays. Some just oddly wanted to hear your moans on loop. Others wanted personalized videos where you called them by username and told them exactly what you’d do if they ever had the balls to show up in person.

You were making big bank. Like “accidental tax bracket change” big. Like “should probably consult a financial advisor” big.

And the men?

Oh, the men were obsessed.

Especially the regulars. Their usernames lit up your screen night after night, tipping with reckless abandon, flooding the chat with unfiltered thirst. You didn’t know who they were in real life, yet, but their personalities bled through the screen in such vivid, chaotic little ways.

EmoWithaBoner was yearning. Desperate in a way that made your chest clench and your thighs twitch. His messages were usually soft, almost sweet - You deserve everything, You looked so beautiful tonight - until something cracked open inside him mid-message and he’d type something crazy like: I would lick your cunt until you beg me to stop. Now that had gotten a small “Oh.” out of you. He wanted to worship you and ruin you all at once.

SixEyesOnly was a fucking menace. Flirty, cocky, constantly sending emojis that were way too smug for someone probably watching with only one hand available. His tips were ridiculous, like, spend $300 just to watch you eat grapes in a bad wig slowly sort of ridiculous, and his messages read like he was trying to fluster you on purpose. You assumed it was some sort of control thing with him, throwing money at people and getting them to do it. No complaints from you.

TempleOfSin was smooth, a little poetic, a little filthy. He asked for long, descriptive videos where you described what you were wearing, how you’d touch him, how you'd taste. He liked to also order roleplay videos where you pretended to worship him like he was some sort of God. Sometimes he called you his loyal little follower. You didn’t ask questions.

daddyissuez was feral. No other word for it. His requests were blunt, primal, always toeing the line of what the platform allowed and your own, now lacking, self-control. He liked spit, degradation, and power games. His tipping was sporadic and a lot less compared to the others, though, it was enough to keep him in your attention.

OfficeAfterHours was different. Polite. Polished. His messages came like little business memos laced with innuendo. “You looked stunning tonight. That color suits you,” followed by a $200 tip telling you to buy more in the same color. Never crude, always composed. It made him stand out more, somehow. Like a man who didn’t need to beg. A man who expected what he wanted, and always got it.

And then there was KingOfRot.

Unpredictable. Crude. Arrogant. He dropped tips like they were nothing. $500 just because you looked at the camera in a way he said was like a ‘deer in the headlights’. Odd, but $500 was a good amount to keep your mouth shut. He called you “pet,” “whore,” “delicious little thing.” You should’ve blocked him. Instead, you kept reading his messages twice over with your jaw unhinged and in wonderment whether or not he actually said that. His energy was intense and you hated how hot that was.

Which brings us to tonight.

You were perched in your new silk sheets, ring light warm against your skin, wearing your most transparent slip where your nipples were clearly on display and a smug little smirk behind that now iconic mask of yours. You’d hyped this stream for days - teased it on your feed, hinted at it in DMs. The chat was already on fire and you hadn’t even said a word yet. Tonight was a big one.

EmoWithaBoner: god ur so fucking hot tonight SixEyesOnly: i logged in 15 minutes early and i still feel late :(( OfficeAfterHours: You’ve outdone yourself this evening. KingOfRot: Come on, get to the fucking point, girl.

You grinned, slow and lethal, dragging your fingers along your inner thigh and ignoring KingOfRot.

“Well,” you purred, “I figured since you’ve all been very generous lately… it’s time I give something back.”

SixEyesOnly: oh fuck You licked your lips, loving the short little power trip it gave you. “I’ve been thinking,” you said, voice sweet and dangerous. “Maybe it’s time to start a little… tradition.”

You paused for dramatic effect.

“Fuck-a-Fan Fridays.” You bit your lip. Boom. Chat detonation. SixEyesOnly had sent you $200 just for the phrase.

EmoWithaBoner: you’re joking SixEyesOnly: oh shit baby TempleOfSin: Perfect. KingOfRot: You say when and where, pet. daddyissuez: i’ll be first. fuck the line OfficeAfterHours: I trust you've thought this through..

You leaned in close. OfficeAfterHours was cute in the way he was concerned for you. “I mean, why stop at one, right?” You giggled, cheeks burning behind your mask as you kicked your feet a little bit out of the view of your webcam. “I was gonna keep it casual, but um… yeah. What if I made it a thing? Like, a series?”

Another pause. You leaned in even closer, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still carried heat.

“One fan. Every Friday. For seven weeks.”

You crossed your bare legs over one another, your slip rising on your thighs as you did so. “Seven Fridays. Seven people. Seven chances to fuck the brains out of a very nervous, very willing woman who cannot believe she’s actually saying this live right now.”

You sat up again, brushing the slip back into place like your nipples weren’t clearly on display.

“I mean..obviously, we’ll keep it anonymous. Like, we’re not stupid here. Masks. No faces. Just hands. Bodies. And my camera.” The chat was still in full meltdown, comments stacking so fast the shitty platform could barely keep up. Your heart was pounding, your skin warm and tingling from the high of it all—of watching them fall apart just from your voice, your words, the soft shift of silk and skin. You hadn’t even done anything explicit yet, and they were on their knees.

God, it was addictive.

You stretched your arms overhead with a soft sigh, the movement pulling your slip just high enough to tease your hips. A final little gift before the curtain dropped.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” you said with a giggle, feigning innocence even as your gaze sparkled with something much dirtier. “You guys are gonna give me a heart attack.” SixEyesOnly: no no no don’t leave yettt!! :(( KingOfRot: You owe me for the buildup, woman. You tilted your head, lips curving into a sweet little smile as you leaned forward, giving them just one more generous view of your tits before the curtains closed.

“But before I go…” you said, voice slipping into something quieter, softer, like a secret you didn’t mean to share. “If you’re serious about Fuck-a-Fan Fridays… I want you to show me.”

The pause that followed had its own kind of weight. You watched the chat stall for half a second. The anticipation was thick enough to choke on.

“Send me a message,” you murmured, “with a picture. No face. Just your body, and cock, obviously.”

You let your fingers trail down your own torso, to your hips, your thighs, hinting at what you wanted to see. “Let me see what I’d be touching.. What I’ll be fucked braindead by.” EmoWithaBoner: fuck i’ll take a hundred SixEyesOnly: don’t lose your mind too much baby KingOfRot: It’ll be mine you dream about when you touch yourself. OfficeAfterHours: Submission will follow shortly. No face. Clean framing. High quality.

You had to laugh—giddy and a little breathless. You honestly didn’t think they’d go this feral.

“Think of it as an audition,” you said, tucking your knees to your chest, playing sweet again. “Show me what you’re offering. How you’d fit against me. In me.”

You smoothed your hand up your own thigh, lazily now, teasing.

“And just so you know,” you added with a little grin, “I’m only really looking at the ones who’ve tipped enough to keep my attention. You know who you are.”

Oh, they most definitely did.

The seven of them were already scrambling—photos incoming, tips rolling, blood leaving their brains. You didn’t need names. Their usernames were burned into your memory. Their obsessions with you were paying your bills.

“Goodnight, boys,” you whispered. “Impress me.” The second you ended the stream, you collapsed backward into your pillows with a dazed little laugh, limbs spread like you’d just run a marathon and won a gold medal in filth. The glow from your laptop cast a soft haze across your legs, the screen already lighting up with the chaos you’d left behind—tips still pouring in, messages stacking, your inbox begging for attention.

And the photos?

Oh, they were already flooding in, from people you didn’t want, but it was there regardless - upping your activity.

You rolled onto your stomach, chin resting in your palm as you clicked open the first one with a half-curious, half-unhinged smile.

No face, just like you asked. Neck down. The guy was standing in front of a mirror, one hand wrapped tight around his cock, the other lifting his hoodie to show off his chest. His abs were flexed. His cock hard enough to cast a shadow.

You blinked. Let out a slow breath.

“…Damn.”

Another one came in. Different guy, different vibe—tattoos on his hips, hand slick and stroking himself in a dimly lit bathroom, captioned: Fridays look good on me. Want to see how I look underneath you?

“Oh my god,” you whispered, laughing as you pulled your legs up behind you. “This is real. I’m really doing this.”

And you were. One fan. Every Friday. Seven weeks. Seven videos. Each one getting posted to your feed, available for your hundreds of subscribers to watch, rewatch, tip on, comment under, and probably break their dicks to.

It wasn’t just a hookup. It was content. Premium content.

Still riding the rush, you opened your messaging panel and started typing.

New Mass Message Sent to All Subscribers:

Hey babes— If you missed the stream tonight (rip to you), here’s your official invite.

Fuck-a-Fan Fridays is happening. Starting next week, I’ll be choosing seven of you to spend one very intimate night with me. Every Friday for the next seven weeks, I’ll be posting a new video. One fan. One full-length scene. Just me… and whoever impresses me the most.

How to audition:- Send me a photo. - Neck down only. No faces. Masks will be worn on camera, so full anonymity will be protected. But I need to see everything. Cock out. Hard. Your body. Your vibe. The way you'd look on camera—underneath me, on top of me, behind me, inside me.

Show off a little. Or a lot.

Make me want it. Let the auditions begin.

xoxo,

—Your girl

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