#please ignore how bad his fancy outfit is

[charlunday]

Ok so this all started because @skepticalcatfrog suggested that Portia could be masc because she designs mens clothing. I loved the idea of stud Portia and immediately ran with it, also using it as an excuse to draw my baby boy

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[writingdumpster]

first impressions

pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: none I think

summary: i wrote this purely bc i know matt murdock is excellent at meeting people’s mothers. after impressing your parents matt gets to thinking about his future.

word count: 1.6k

“I’m nervous.” You sat next to Matt in the restaurant he had chosen for the evening. It was fancy. There was a pianist in one corner of the room and linen tablecloths. It was nicer than the hole-in-the-wall joints that you and Matt usually preferred. He wanted to impress your parents though, so he had made a reservation at a swanky restaurant in midtown Manhattan. 

Matt was in his court suit and you had donned the blue silk dress he bought for your anniversary. It was by far your favorite dress. Beyond being a treasured gift, it fit you perfectly and the fabric always felt soft against your skin. Karen had helped Matt pick it out, but she had told you that all she did was describe the dresses and that he had completely ignored her opinions. She had strongly recommended a yellow dress but he had refused her suggestions, insisting you would like the one he picked better. Never having seen the yellow one, you knew he was right. If he picked it, you loved it. You would have him choose between options you put out when you got dressed in the mornings by describing them to him and he always had you match his tie to the rest of his outfit. 

“It’s going to be fine,” Matt said and kissed your temple. 

“I only ever introduced Caleb to my parents,” you told him, not that you hadn’t said it before. Matt knew that Caleb was not someone you had pleasant memories of. He had heard the stories from you and he was the one who helped you get over many of the fears that Caleb had struck into you. Matt was remembering those stories while he heard in your heartbeat how nervous you were. 

“You know I’m not like Caleb,” Matt reminded you. 

“I know, Matt. I just…this is a big deal for me,” you said. 

“It’s a big deal for me too, sweetheart,” Matt told you. “It’s just an exciting big deal for me.” You inhaled deeply. Matt smiled. “You have nothing to worry about. Moms always like me, angel. It’ll be great,” he assured you. 

“All women like you,” you said. Matt laughed lightly. 

“Then that will include your mom, won’t it?” He asked rhetorically. He gave you a light peck as he tangled his fingers with yours beneath the table. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he cooed. You sighed. 

“You’re right. I know they’re going to love you. I just…” You hesitated. 

“Caleb was a mistake and you think it’s bad luck,” Matt said, always knowing what you were thinking. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. 

“This isn’t a mistake, sweetheart. I promise. It’s just the next step,” he told you. You nodded and Matt gave your hand a squeeze. You looked up at the doorway to the restaurant. 

“They’re here,” you said. You rose from the table and greeted your mom and dad with hugs. Matt was standing by your side with a charming smile across his face. 

“Hello, Mrs. y/l/n,” Matt greeted with a smile. Your mom held her arms out to Matt and pulled him into a hug. He returned it kindly.  

“Oh, please, call me y/m/n,” your mom said. “Y/N has told us so much about you. I think we can be on a first name basis,” your mom said. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as your mom told Matt how you spoke about him. Matt simply turned to you and smiled. He loved that you told your parents about him. He wished he could tell his dad all about you. Your father held out his hand for Matt to shake. Matt stayed still, not wanting to give up his powers. You took Matt’s hand and pulled it to where your father’s hand was waiting. 

“Oh, sorry about that,” your dad said in embarrassment as he shook Matt’s hand. Matt chuckled lightly. 

“That’s alright, sir. Took y/n months to stop answering me with nods,” Matt joked. 

“It was not months,” you said sharply. 

“You still do it sometimes,” Matt teased. You pursed your lips, biting back the comment about how you knew he could tell. The four of you sat down, Matt pulling out your mother’s chair for her before doing the same for you and taking his seat.

Matt was right about mothers loving him. He charmed your mom with his dry sense of humor and enchanting smile. He won your dad’s approval when he mentioned he owned his own law firm. Your father didn’t need to know that Nelson and Murdock was nearly always on the edge of bankruptcy. Your parents told Matt stories about you from your childhood, despite your protests that they were too embarrassing. Matt loved the stories. All he could do was smile at you. The night was perfect. Matt was perfect. Your father refused Matt’s attempt to pay for the meal before the four of you left. You said your goodbyes in front of the restaurant before getting into different cabs and going back home. Matt’s hand was resting innocently on your leg while the two of you sat in the back of the cab. 

“I told you it was going to be fine,” Matt teased you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Yes, you were right, Murdock,” you agreed. Matt chuckled. 

“Doesn’t happen that often. I have to brag when it does,” he said. The cab pulled up outside of your apartment and the two of you got out. You made your way up the stairs and walked through the sliding door. The glow of the billboard outside of your window was blue. A new advertiser had taken over a few weeks earlier and the red light that usually filled the room had been replaced with a blue light, making it seem like your apartment was bathed in moonlight. You were looking through the mail that you had collected on your way up. 

You realized you didn’t know where Matt went when music started playing. You smiled to yourself as you tossed away the junk mail. Suddenly you felt hands on your hips as Matt pulled you away from the counter. He spun you around and moved one of his hands to the small of your back. The other went to cup your hand in his. You giggled before moving to wrap your free arm around his shoulders, fingers tangling in the hairs at the nape of his neck as the two of you began swaying back and forth. Matt loosened his hold on your waist and moved to let you spin beneath his arm before pulling you back into his body and dipping you. 

When Matt pulled you back upright you leaned up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. Matt smiled against your lips. You stared into his eyes when you leaned away. His eyes were so beautiful. You never cared that his eyes didn’t see you the way yours saw him. He saw you in so many other ways. 

“You really impressed them,” you said as you leaned closer to Matt, tucking your head against his neck.

“I told you moms like me,” Matt said. 

“My dad liked you too though,” you said. 

“Yeah,” Matt agreed. “We just can’t let him visit my office. He won’t be impressed anymore.” You chuckled. 

“I certainly hope he won’t ever need a lawyer,” you said. 

“If you hadn’t needed a lawyer we never would have met,” Matt reminded you. 

“Yes, and that worked out very well,” you agreed. “But when we tell our kids how we met I think we should make something up.” Matt beamed. 

“Our kids?” He asked. Your heart dropped for a moment and your face went blank. 

“I mean, umm…” You started stuttering. 

“We’ll have to get married first,” Matt interjected before you could start backpedaling. Your panic turned to excitement. You grinned. 

“You obviously have my parents' approval now,” you said. Matt smiled. 

“And you’ve certainly gotten Foggy’s approval,” Matt replied. 

“Foggy likes me better than you,” you said with a laugh. 

“Yes, I know,” Matt said flatly. “He’s very clear about that.” You held back your giggles. 

“If you came into the office with cookies instead of bruises like me he might like you more,” you joked.

“I do bring in cookies,” he grumbled. 

“Yes, but Foggy knows I made them,” you said. Matt sighed. 

“He wouldn’t like me at all if I brought in cookies that I made,” he said. You giggled at the memory of Matt trying to make your birthday cake and causing the building to evacuate after setting off the smoke alarm. 

“When we have kids I bet he’ll like them better than both of us,” you said. Matt smiled. 

“That’s alright. We can use him as a babysitter that way,” he said. 

“Maybe if Karen’s there too,” you said. Matt chuckled. 

“You don’t trust Foggy with our kids?” He asked. 

“Matty, you have told me far too many stories about you dragging Foggy back to your dorm after a frat party for me to trust Foggy with our kids,” you said. “He will most certainly let one of them do something stupid.” 

“And you think I won’t?” Matt asked. 

“You won’t let them do something stupid, you’ll do it for them,” you said. Matt spun you around in his arms once more as the song came to an end. He kissed your forehead when he pulled you back against him.  Matt’s heart was full at the way the two of you were so casually talking about your kids. He hoped it wouldn’t be long till they were real. He knew what he wanted. He didn’t want to wait for it anymore. There wasn’t anything stopping him now.

“You want to go ring shopping tomorrow?”

[sugar-omi]

WAITTT but imagine if cove and mc can actually get out the door to their dinner date w/o dropping everything to fuck!! i fear at the restaurant cove would be an absolute menace of a tease the entire time, pleading w/ you to let him touch you cuz this man just wants you SOOO BAD YOU LOOK SO GOOD HOW CAN HE NOT?-$’ wit

or he’s like super whiny about it all, he just wants out of here so he can touch on you without repercussions dudes practically BEGGINGGG for yall to go home cuz he’s just sooo hard he can’t stand it OH EM GEE MOOTIE

bonus points yall end up doing at the restaurant YK WHAT IM SAYIN AHHH

jfc I think abt that way too much!!! and while the thought is so tantalizing, so arousing that it makes you fucking sick with need. it'd be so dangerous to fuck cove in a public place

you know he can't be quiet. and he's laying pipe so well, working your body so well that it'd be impossible for you to stay quiet too...

before either of you give in, his desire for you is so obvious to everyone. you'd sit at the table, and cove would move his chair so he's sitting next to you instead of in front of you, and while you're trying to browse the menu, he's shaking his leg... then watching you impatiently as you decide on your order.

"cove... knock it off." you hiss, gripping his traveling hand on your thigh.

"i'm sorry.. you jus look so good right now..." he purrs, nuzzling his nose under your ear, his lips placing fluttering kisses along your jaw.

it's a good thing the restaurant is dark, one of those fancy, lowlit romantic restaurants that may or may not have any business being this expensive depending on how good the food is.

he barely pulls himself together long enough for the waiter to take your order and leave.

while you're waiting, there's a bit of small talk between you. maybe you're on a well-deserved vacation and raving about the activities he planned for you two earlier that day, or how boring work was and that you looked forward to this date so much. that you missed him..

and he just looks so in love, leaning in his elbow, watching you with those heart eyes.

but when you aren't looking, his eyes are trailing over you, along your collarbone, following the lines of your body and expanse of your pretty skin, perhaps your necklaces twinkling in the candle light, until his eyes find your chest, biting his lip as he imagines what's underneath.

because you know he watched you get ready, saw you take a long time in the bath until you smelt good and looked even better, than helped you put on lotion, any jewelry, "helped" you do your hair or makeup by hugging your waist and kissing your neck.

watched you pull on all your clothes. he knows what underwear is underneath that outfit, and while he loves it on you. he wants it on the floor, with your legs on his shoulders, and he wants to go down on you until you're squirming, crying even. and only then will he--

has to break out of it when the food comes. forces a smile and a polite thank you even though his jeans are getting tight, and his mind is hazing with lust. wanting nothing more than to bend you over the table...

he stuffs down this overbearing lust long enough for you two to eat. but you can't even get the last bite in your mouth before he's leaning into you again, his big hand on your thigh, gripping and squeezing the flesh. [his hand high up your skirt] it's like his body heat is marking you. a simple touch from him as your body flaring up, squirming and squeezing your thighs as he brushes his fingers against your clothed sex...

"please.. i wanna be close to you, and you look so sexy tonight..." he pants right into your ear, sound desperate. out of breath. pleading.. "ion wanna wait until we get back.."

you tense, chewing your food as you try to hold your resolve. he's so enticing.. if it wasn't illegal, and perhaps too embarrassing for the both of you. you'd take him right now.

"cove..." you try to ignore his kisses on your jaw and neck. your voice strained, and you can feel him smirk against your skin. "you're not gonna die if we don't fuck right now."

although you might if he doesn't get his hand off your sex, his fingers stroking your clit through the fabric / his palm groping your filling bulge.

"i might." he grins widely, mischievously. you can even hear the teasing tilt in his voice but you can't focus on it, or his cockiness, when he bites down lightly on your skin.

removes your hand from your face when you stifle your moan, your cheeks hot and eyes cut at him. the restaurant is full, and while everyone seems to be focused on their food or business, you're in public.

but everything melts in the face of those sweet blue eyes, so wide and deep like the ocean, dark waves pulling you under when he pulls you into a kiss, his lips addictive on your tongue.

he kisses you like he's putting a spell on you, and he probably is, probably has because you've been with him for over 10 years, known each other for longer. you can't get enough of him, ever.

and you always find yourself rolling along with his tricks. because when he pulls away, your heart breaks. you want him. wanna feel his touch and his hot skin, his moans in your ear and his hands pulling you into him, drawing his name from the depths of your chest in a cry of escatsy.

"okay..." you breathe out, lips parting, wet and trembling. you're a mess from a simple kiss, although his teasing hand under the table has a lot to do with it..

you sneak away after asking the waiter for dessert, hoping that the recent ask will at least let them stay off your trail even though you might not be at the table once it comes.

you can't even bring yourself to care that much, because cove's hands are pulling up your clothes and tugging down your bottoms..

he wouldn't be above going down on you right here and now either, especially if you don't protest. and if you're afab, don't worry about sitting your ass on the questionable sink or toilet, just throw your leg over his shoulder and let him hold up your weight. just spread your legs, hold your skirt or shirt up, and lean forward for him...

that's too long though. i need a separate post for that...

he finally sinks into you. don't ask me if he has a condom on hand, that's up to you... but I also like to imagine him fucking you so well, so desperately, the sex has your mind spiralling at the thrill of possibly being caught, being heard.

and on top of that, having to go back to the table with his cum stuffed into your bullied insides, his cum hot and sticky and you have to make sure no cum was left on the floor, embarrassingly, shyly wiping up your mess. wiping up the line of cum running down your shaky thighs.

and now you have to sit and squirm while eating your dessert, his cum pooling in your undies and you're so paranoid about leaving any spots on your clothes. maybe it's just the anxiety talking, but you feel like everyone knows. you feel like the waiter can see through you, and when you walk out you worry that everyone knows something..

anyway anyway...

my whole point is, cove would be so loud. really, you're playing a dangerous game here.

because he tries to be quiet he really does.. he thrusts in and out so slowly... almost like you're making love for the first time again.

but he can't put up with this, you grinding back into him isn't enough, your butt meeting him in the middle with a muffled clap from his clothes in between to muffle the sound..

it's not enough. the strategic maneuvers of your hips isn't good enough, he needs to feel you tight and hot around him, your load moans bouncing off these walls and your strangled cries for more as he fucks you harder and harder against this wall.

he knows it's animalistic. he isn't usually so fucking horny, so desperate. so feral. but he just needs more, needs to scratch that deep itch and climb impossible highs together.

mumbles something, you can't hear. not when he speaks so lowly and you can still hear the hustle and bustle outside, your ears seemingly stuffed with cotton.

"ah-!" you cry so pretty, and cove's groan echos off the wall. this is bad, you're too noisy. the audible plap plap plap of his thrusts echo off the tiles and you can't catch the moans and whimpers that slip out, and even with cove gritting his teeth, he still curses and groans, his gravely voice purring out praises.

if someone got close, they'd hear. in fact, maybe they can already. you don't know how thick these walls are, definitely not enough to hide the cries and groans and gumbled mantra of your man babbling about how good you feel, you're so pretty, so hot, so perfect. he loves you, loves you so much...

if he wasn't loud already, when he gets close you better kiss him, or stuff your fingers in his mouth, let him suck and drool all over the two digits, eyes lidded and fluttering, cheeks flushed as he inches closer n closer..

he'd be so receptive to your dirty talk too. go ahead and tell him how nasty it is he can't even wait to get home, how he's so needy and cute. say whatever you want, he's eating it up the entire time.

ohh and if you bring up someone listening, just for this i want him to like it. want him to tremble and burst with pleasure and need at the thought that's someone's listening to him fuck you, wish they were either one of you because your moans sound so pretty, the passion obviously hot from the other side of the door...

after cleaning up, you'd both all but run out of there. but even if cove laughs nervously, or acts shy, embarrassed. he can't hide his damn glow, or how happy he is with himself.

[dimlylittorch]

18+ MDNI

Club owner!John Price x transmasc!chubby!sweetheart!innocent!reader

I’m just craving to write something so self serving y’all- very much my kind of thing i like to read so I hope someone else might enjoy it too💀

My Masterlist🌿

It wasn’t your first time in a club, of course. You went once with one of your college clubs, so that totally counts right? Then again, that was just a basic campus dive bar. This place was a little more high end, but it came with great reviews.

You decided to dress casually- I mean it was basically a bar with extra add ons right? Who wouldn’t dress comfortably? Slipping into a slightly baggy Hawaiian shirt and some solid colored shorts to accommodate, you walked in front of your bathroom mirror and looked yourself over. A usual outfit for you, but you picked one of your prettier ones for the benefit of the doubt. A tan colored shirt with a dark red and green rose pattern on it.. who wouldn’t think it’s cute? And doesn’t everyone love to feel like they’re on vacation when at a bar? It was simple, really. You couldn’t see any reason not to wear it.

That is until you walk into the place.

Women wearing nice dresses, some men in suits.. you stuck out like a sore thumb. You already feel the embarrassment rising in your cheeks as you start to get stares, but you quickly calm yourself. Standing out is good. If they’re staring for that long, they must like my outfit, right? Maybe someone will ask me where I got it- which leads to a conversation, which leads to no more embarrassment. Everything’s fine.

You smiled softly to yourself as you eased your anxious thoughts, walking up to the bar and leaning over it a little rather than sitting at a stool.

“Could I just get an ice water please?” You ask sweetly with a smile to the bartender, earning you a questioning look. Your brain quickly tries to rationalize why he looked at you that way- many people didn’t order water a lot so he didn’t know what kind of glass to put it in? “You can just put it in a whiskey glass- makes me feel fancy” you beam at him. Of course, the bartender still was confused, but you didn’t pay any mind. You didn’t think he had any reason to he confused, so you didn’t worry about it.

Once you get your water, rather than sitting at a table you start to make your rounds, gently wandering around the club, lots of eyes on you, which you ignore with a smile to every persons gaze you catch. As you wander, you reach the more strip club-esque area, dancers on stage and walking around with lots of people sitting and watching. Men cheering and women laughing. You decide to grab a seat right in front of the stage, pulling out your wallet and pulling out the few bills you had. It wasn’t much, but it seemed rude to not tip the dancers.

The next performance starts and a woman starts her dance in front of you, meeting your gaze once or twice. You weren’t like the usual customer, not eye fucking her and practically salivating in your seat. You were actually watching her dancing, enjoying the performance like most people should. At the end of the routine, most people start throwing bills at her on stage, which to you seemed a little rude. You gently stand from your seat, leaning forward and offering her your money instead, earning you points and laughs from most of the other patrons.

“You did really well” you say softly with a genuine smile as she takes the money before you sit back down meekly, knowing everyone was making comments about you.

That was definitely a new experience for her, not often being treated with respect at her night job. She heads to the back after her performance, seeing her boss walking by.

“How did tonight go?” He asks with a cigar hanging from his lips.

“Not too bad. Made a decent amount.” She sighs softly. “The funniest thing though- there’s some kid out there, being all sweet and handing me the money.” She chuckles. “Poor thing got laughed at pretty hard.” She adds before she heads down the hallway.

John’s ears perk up at her words, his eyes turning towards the door that leads to the audience. He decides to peek out into the crowd, and his eyes land on a young man in a Hawaiian shirt, slipping his wallet into his pocket before he stands up from his seat and starts to leave the performance area. John’s curiosity is peaked. How is it that a sweet looking kid like that managed to wander into his club?

As you leave the performance area, you start to turn back towards the bar area, when you hear a voice behind you.

“Didn’t like the performance enough to stay?” A rough voice speaks from behind you. You quickly turn around, looking up at a tall man in a dark suit with a white button down, a few of the buttons undone so you could see some of his chest hair peeking out. He was definitely older- but also definitely attractive. Your eyes widen at his words, finally registering what he said.

“No! No- no, not at all” you ramble out quickly. “It was great- I just-“ you chuckle, clearly anxious about saying the wrong thing. He was pretty intimidating to look at. “I ran out of cash. And I didn’t want to not tip the next performers.” You add softly.

John smirks at how anxious you are around him, fully prepared to attempt to make you flustered. “Or maybe you just don’t like men.” He smirks as he gestures to the next performance, a male dancer taking the stage this time. He watches your eyes widen as your gaze catches the dancer, your cheeks heating up ever so slightly before you look away shyly.

“I-“ you start to whisper, but he quickly cuts you off.

“You like how he looks, hm?” He murmurs amusedly. “His name is Soap. Why don’t you come sit with me. We can watch him together.” He offers with a smirk.

Your cheeks are already red from standing in front of one of the most attractive men you’ve seen in a while- but the thought of watching a strip show with him? Jesus. How could you say no?

“Alright” you say softly, shyly following him to a nicer table in what seemed to be the V.I.P section. You set your glass of ice water on the table, glancing around absentmindedly before you look up to him. “Are there any coasters?” Your soft voice speaks.

John can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at your words, leaning back in the booth and raising his arms over the back of it.

“No coasters.” He murmurs. It occurs to him that I probably have no idea who he is. No idea that he owns this club. It’s the innocence as a whole that intrigues him.. the genuine smile, casual clothing.

“Right” you whisper softly, taking the glass off of the table and holding it on your lap, much to his amusement. As he watches the dancer on stage, you carefully glance over his form, taking him in. He was tall, well built, but not too muscular. He had a pouch on his stomach area, but who doesn’t love a dad bod? He looks.. good. Really good. Sure, plenty of guys are attractive, but he just seems to have all of the good qualities mixed into one man. Strong, yet soft, intimidating but not scary. You felt safe with him, surprisingly.

“You’re new here.” He murmurs as he looks across the crowd, paying attention to the performance, as if making sure the routine is going as it should. “Yeah.” You say softly as you sip your water. “I don’t drink much.” You add quietly.

“But you’re here?” He questions as he looks at you, his eyebrow raising slightly. “Forgive me for wanting to adventure out a little.” You chuckle softly. “It seemed.. nice. The ratings were good.” As he’s about to reply, a round of applause starts off, Soap’s routine having ended. You quickly set your glass in between your legs, clapping as you look towards the stage with a smile.

“He did really well” you smile at John when you glance over at him. John smirks slightly when he sees your smile, and he reaches over, grabbing the glass from in between your legs and holding it.

“Wouldn’t want your thighs to get cold, love.” He murmurs with a small smirk as he looks off towards Soap. Before you can reply, the stage is set for a new performance, and a freshly dressed Soap approaches the booth.

“How’d I do, sir?” He grins down at John.

“As good as ever” he smirks as he gestures to me. “Soap, this is my new friend..?”

“Y/n” you say with a sweet smile towards Soap. It’s a little awkward considering you were just watching him grind against a stage. “You’re a really good dancer”

Soap grins and puffs out his chest slightly with a smirk. “I’m a good dancer in private too, if you ever happen to be interested” he winks.

“Oh buzz off Johnny. I’m sure there are plenty of people waiting for you back stage.” John scoffs.

Your cheeks redden slightly, a shy chuckle slipping past your lips, making John glance over at you.

“Unless you’re interested, love.” He murmurs with a curious gaze.

Your eyes meet his and they widen slightly. “No! No-“ you say quickly. “I mean- I’m flattered- you’re- you’re very pretty” I chuckle shyly as your eyes meet Soap’s. You see grins starting to form on both of their faces, and your cheeks heat up further. “I- um” you stutter. “Thank you for the offer” you finally manage to spit out.

Both of the men start to chuckle amongst themselves, Soap leaning over the table to get a better look at you.

“Pretty boy, you’re allowed to say yes” he smirks. “Unless I’m not your type..” he fake pouts a little.

As he leans closer, your hearts speeds up a little. “You are” you whisper softly. “I’m just.. probably not a good candidate” you murmur with an apologetic smile.

Soap offers a small smile, standing back up with a nod. “No worries, pretty boy. I’m always around if you change your mind” he winks before he pats John’s shoulder, then heading off backstage.

John smirks as he sees your reddened cheeks, his gaze affectionate. “Not a good candidate, eh?”

You sigh softly, taking a sip of water. “Trans” you murmur without much more explanation. “By the time I explain it to people, the mood is ruined.”

“You kidding?” I laughs. “Soap will fuck just about anything. No need to be worried about that in here” he murmurs as he finishes his glass of whiskey. “Cmon. I’m taking you back” he says as he stands up, holding out his hand.

You glance at his outstretched hand, blinking a little in confusion. After a few moments you take it, standing up and letting him lead you backstage.

tips and requests are open :D

haven’t been on my writing game lately so i’m sorry if this wasn’t that great!

[propheticclown]

I need you all to understand. I've seen so many people talk about how Eridan would be slaying the fashion scene. How his fashion sense is awesome and epic, or whatever. NO! Firstly, I wanna preface this by saying that Pesterquest falls under the category of "Dubiously Canon." so his massive closet isn't actually canon. But secondly, LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FIT, MY GUY!

THE DEEP BLUE WITH THE PURPLE??? THE CAPE??? THE HAIR??? BROOOOOTHER!!! THEY EVEN CHANGED THE COLORS OF HIS SCARF AND PANTS TO LOOK BETTER IN PESTERQUEST!

It's subtle but the color shifts towards indigo/cobalt rather than royal blue. "B-But what about March Eridan? March Eridan looks good and is canon!" I don't know how brainrotted you are from buying all your clothes from shien (derogatory) and temu (derogatory) to think that March Eridan looks good, but let me just show you what it looks like again to refresh your memory.

Ignoring the insanity that's even happening with this image in the first place, this IS the Original March Eridan image. Now let me tell you why this fit is more atrocious than Kankri Vantas' takes on feminism. 1. THE COLORS DO NOT WORK!!! His VIOLET symbol combined with MAGENTA arm warmers and thigh highs and a RED SKIRT???? AUUHHG NONE OF THESE COLORS LOOK AESTHETICALLY PLEASING TOGETHER IN A FASHION SENSE!!! NAME ONE TIME RED AND PURPLE HAVE EVER LOOKED GOOD TOGETHER IN TERMS OF FASHION??? 2. STRIPES AND FUCKING PLAID??? WHAT??? IN CARTOONS, MUSIC, BOOKS, AND EVEN FUCKING GAMES, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH "Ew stripes and plaid." IS SAID??? THAT IS LIKE THE NUMBER 1 NONO IN ANY FASHION WORLD!!! 3. AND WHILE THIS ONE IS A BIT OF A STRETCH, THERE IS NO CONVINCING ME THAT ERIDAN AMPORA WOULD WILLINGLY WEAR THIS SHIT! IT JUST DOES NOT MAKE SENSE FOR HIS CHARACTER TO WEAR THIS OUTFIT! FASHION IS A WAY OF EXPRESSING ONESELVES! FASHION, AS A MEDIUM OF ART, IS A WAY A PERSON CAN EXPRESS HOW THEY FEEL ON THE INSIDE! March Eridan as an outfit, artistically expresses confidence, empowerment and a general "I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me" energy. Here's the problem. Eridan at his base components is envious, closed off, emotionally volatile, and a massive fucking nerd, which the old outfit actually does express.

His clothes are long-sleeved, showing the least possible amount of skin he can, which usually can represent being closed off. His cape is large and grandiose, showing that he likes to be exaggerated and theatrical. His scarf indicates his nerdiness, with it being a reference to Harry Potter and how it could be a tie-back to his nerdy love of wizards. The only other outfit he's shown wearing is with a flashback to when he and Vriska were a kismesis.

Here the outfit, even with as little as we see of it, is big and intense. Unlike Vriska, who essentially doesn't change outfits, Eridan puts time and effort into each theatrical performance he considers himself to be a part of. He adores intricate and exaggerated outfits. Things that are fancy, complex, and over-the-top. So that even though he doesn't feel great on the inside, even though he feels as though he's "wworse than evverybody. all the bodies." He can still look well put together. And that's WHY I don't think March Eridan as an outfit works. It's too casual for him. It's not big or flashy in a way he likes. There's not enough for him. It doesn't cover him up and because of that, he'd feel exposed. He's not closed off anymore. It doesn't exude "Eridan Ampora". Who's "most casual" piece of apparel is probably a sweater vest.

Even in the original image, he looks uncomfortable, like he doesn't actually LIKE wearing it. The only way I can find this artistically working from a writing standpoint is if Kanaya made it for him because, in the story, it is shown time and time again that Kanaya doesn't understand Eridan, so by making him this outfit, she'd take it a step further by not even understanding what he likes. Kanaya doesn't understand that Eridan is terrified of being culled, because Kanaya doesn't have to worry about that. Kanaya doesn't understand the pressures Alternian society is forcing upon him, as an Orphaner. Because Kanaya's only societal expectation is raising the new mother grub. Kanaya doesn't think about how he's most likely going to live the longest out of all his friends. Eridan has the second highest lifespan out of every troll blood color, but even then with Feferi, she's most likely going to get culled by the Condense when she's the proper age to inherit the throne. So in Eridan's mind, he's going to be alone, expected to be an Orphaner until the day he dies, utterly alone to feed Feferi's lusus until he eventually succumbs to old age or dies in war. That's why he's so closed off, yet so emotionally grand. That's why March Eridan doesn't suit him from a fashion-artistic standpoint. It's not what Eridan Ampora embodies as a character. Envy.

[voidcat]

— [ 01:36 ] (but if you’re too drunk to drive, and the music is right…)

characters: narumi gen, you, first division (loosely mentioned)

a/n: mentions of drinking and alcohol. can be read as part of the hedgehog's dilemma series bc ngl i kinda wrote it with that in mind. i hate you mari please let my soul be free and take your rabid little brother away from me. sorry for being such good in-law material ig — 1.5k

inspired by mari's bullying comment: "but have u considered the way he looks at u when he's slightly tipsy?"

The dim lights of the bar fall gently on the eyes- something you're more than grateful for.

It's not often the teams go out together after work; let alone even just one section within a division but you'd like to hope the changes within the first division has become somewhat of a routine by now.

The place is warm enough to be of comfort but cold enough to ensure nobody falls victim to alcohol and the sleep it lulls you into. As hours have passed since your arrival, the lively chatter has spread within the space, several booths occupied, everyone divided into similar groups of those they get along well more, or those they wish to converse with. It is calmer now, with the weight of work place regulations and titles gone, just the comfort of a bunch of people, spending their night, taking some stress out in the form of sweet drinks and sour tastes, vibrant colors and heavenly smelling fries, games played with one too many rules broken and words slurred, bodies slowly losing their functions.

You spot Shinonome easily with your eyes, away by the corner, bent by the pool table and holding the cue stick like she came up with the game herself.

A pity, you think to yourself. She was so excited for tonight, especially picked the night and asked to get ready with you, even asking your opinion on her outfit and what accessories she could tweak and add or not. Instead, now hogged with the rest of them, she's teaching them a lesson they'll never forget, ignoring Tachibana's swaying walks and poor attempts to hold his ground.

Still, you think, despite the errors and trials of the evening, you're content by yourself so far. Your seating is near the bar, lest you wish for another cocktail, the volume of the music just right, a soothing and gentle melody carrying you away, reminding you of old days.

A sudden movement by your side startles you just as you bring the glass to your lips. And you notice much to your dismay that what you've assumed to be a pile of several coats and bags is certainly too human-shaped to be that.

From the slouched-over form, rises Narumi Gen, wobbling and swaying in his spot.

Rolling your eyes and breathing through your nose, you still take your sip, bigger than you were planning, and think to yourself that your proximity to the bartender will surely prove itself to be useful.

"H-hey!" Narumi says with a coarse voice, a hiccup mixed in the small word somewhere, sounds like a sore throat, or just dry.

"Fancy seein' you 'ere." He tries again, words still a struggle for him to get out and you try to recall how many drinks he had to end up such a babbling mess already.

"Congrats on your discovery of shapeshift, captain." you say and turn ahead again, a finger grazing over the rim of your glass.

He doesn't seem to pick up on your words and gives you a confused gaze, head tilted to the side so much, he almost falls, a sudden arm shooting up to the table to balance himself, not noticing your vacant hand moving to his direction in case he fell as well.

You take your arm back before he can notice.

In thought, you grab your glass and down the rest of its content in one go, looking at the bartender to notice and making a gesture his way.

The taste of zesty orange still rich on your tongue, you lick your lips, thinking. For some reason, you always overthink when it comes to him.

You doubt the count is much since he doesn't look all too bad. And you are aware, even when these after-work hangouts were barely a thing, he still rarely went out- and his joining rate to them a zero already. From what you know of him, of his life before, it's unlikely he had experience with alcohol to begin with. When you put two and two together, it doesn't really come as a surprise to see him like this.

One part of you is still unsure if he's coming to these as out of some self crafted necessity- that he should be there as the captain if he's invited, or because he genuinely enjoys the company.

The lack of a portable game console or a phone implies the former, and the thought brings a smile to your lips.

Some rustling and movement from the peripheral of your eye and you can somewhat make out Narumi changing his posture, but heed him no mind.

In the midst of your running thoughts, someone comes to take your empty glass away and bring your order.

Two glasses of sparkly, bright orange, a dark and thin straw inside, and you sigh, Narumi's hands working faster than your own, pulling one before himself.

Happily taking a drag of the drink, only to grimace at the sudden taste of alcohol, he coughs a little and you lightly pat him on the back, "there, there" you offer in half concern, half out of habit.

Yellow lights dancing among the corners of the place, it gives the impression of a space hidden and old- nostalgic, in a way. But then again so does the decor, a get-away of sorts.

Typical stools and cushions one could run into pubs back in the day, the never ending sounds of a faint coffee machine working there, clanks of knives from the kitchen here– a haven that is lived and loved. A chance for normalcy, even just for few hours.

Here, you can pretend everything is the same. In the comfort of old posters and within the reflections dirty, rusty bathroom mirrors; you can pretend you are still just a regular person. No life altering events, no losses.

No grief and no prove of lost love to begin with. Here, now, you can pretend you're still young and have someone waiting for you to return home before the sky darkens. Right now, you can let your eyes roam the sticky floors for a cat that looks well too fed to be a stray, fur soft and glinting, a hint of michief in its eyes.

"So~ come here often?" the slurred voice speaks from your side again, earning a 'pfff' from you at the cheap pick-up line.

When you turn to face him, you don't expect to see Narumi half lying on the table. Head resting snug against his palm, a stupid smile on his face– boyish, is best you can muster to decribe.

Rosy cheeks and half dropped lids, and the smile of a young boy still innocent, lost and ready to take on the world if he must looking at you with glee– like you're the most interesting thing he has seen tonight, or in his entire life- the pub the entire world, and you at its center.

This new change to him catches you off-guard. You were ready for anything. Be it a drunken mess, an overly clingy tipsy mess, a little all over the place yet a ted steady despite sleep pouring out of his eyes like the last time.

Nothing, you think, could've possibly prepared you for pink eyes glowing under the dim lights with specs of gold trapped inside the orbs– a smile so genuine, so vulnerable dancing on his lips and his free hand playing with the hem of your sleeve. Dusty pink cheeks that match his eyes and the expression of a fool you fear you might never see in your life again, Narumi Gen stares into your eyes as if there's nothing else in this room right now.

You can feel your mouth open and close with nothing to come out- muscle memory carrying you until so far.

This is bad, your brain signals you, running at a speed too fast for you to catch on- a loss of words, no idea what to do and dreading the very possibility of just sitting frozen there in silence like a deer in headlights.

Seeing movement on your part however, Narumi tries leaning in closer, moving with his folded arm and head still rested against his palm, almost knocking his- now empty, glass off in the process.

The slight tilt of the glass and its clink against the table brings you back to your senses. Hands shooting up towards his direction- to the glass and nowhere else obviously, or so you try and reason, you stall for a second with your hands still in the air.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you give him a gentle squeeze, gaze softening at his reaction– heat rushing to his face, the smile morphing into a small expression of surprise,

Your voice comes out in a soft whisper he is certain he never heard of before: "Come now big guy, let's get you home." you say it like this has always been an usual occurance– and for a blink of a second, he sees the outlines of a stranger he just met.

[anjelicawrites]

Cringefail Throuple 💡

On a rainy day with the cringies, Reader and Billy are watching some kind of trashy reality tv, while Michael reads a stuffy intellectual book. He sits on the couch with them, but he scoffs at whatever they choose to watch.

Flash forward to about three hours later, and Michael is screaming blood murder at the tv because how DARE Tiffany wear an outfit that slutty to Rebecca’s classy holiday party!?!?!?!

It takes a good long fucking to calm him down.

Warnings: reference to panic attacks, Billy's car bomb, kissing, prostate massage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral (male receiving), anal fingering, anal, p in v sex.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Billy started watching what Michael calls 'Trash food for your brain' TV right after surviving the bomb car incident. For some months, even though he was seeing a therapist on line, he couldn't stand setting foot outside his parents' home; the fact that their house had been besieged by journalists for weeks hadn't help his mental health but, even if that weren't the case, he couldn't stand the outside world without falling prey of panic attacks. To stop the awful thoughts in his head, and to pass the time, he had started watching all brain killing daytime TV; he didn't truly follow the storylines, he just needed the constant white noise in the background. Now that he's doing so much better, and has you and Michael by his side, it's simply a way to unwind from the stress of stepping up at the pub. Secretly he is following a couple of storylines and he's keeping mum about it, he knows Michael will never let him hear the end of it!

You have started because of a couple of friends who wanted the option of someone smart on the crazy, oftentimes, toxic situations the authors create for the participants. You and your friends still have the WhatsApp group created for this occasion even though commenting in real time is not something you can do anymore. You maintain the habit whenever you are crashing at Billy's and want some down time to completely shut down your brain.

Usually Michael is not with you and Billy when this happens, he bitches and moans too much on how this trash is bad for both your brains and you two should do something different to unwind, like reading. Billy isn't much of a reader himself and you need to stop your brain from overworking, sometimes, and a book is of no help, staring blankly at the screen works for you.

It's a rainy weekend that has forced you three to change your plans and stay at home, moping a bit because you and Michael will have your exams soon and will be drowning in work for weeks and wished to be out and about, before the library swallows you two whole. You've curled next to Billy who is playing on his phone while some inane trash reality plays in the background, Michael is sitting on the only armchair with a thick tome about some mathematical problem you'd rather ignore and is groaning whenever the people on the screen are raising their voices too much for his own tastes. You've elected to ignore him and just let yourself be lulled into a semi conscious state by the rain pelting the windows and the stupid conversations on screen.

You jump awake when Michael shouts, finger pointing at the TV. For a moment you don't truly understand what he's saying, then your ears pick up his indignant tone: apparently one of the housewives of God knows where has arrived at this fancy birthday party dressed like a hooker. You stare owlishly at Billy, hoping he would help you understand what's happening on the screen; he can only shrug his shoulders.

"He's getting into it." Billy tells you. "He's been huffing like a boiling pot since the episode started." "Why?" The situation is so surreal you think you are still sleeping and having a weird ass dream. "Someone tried to do a sum and failed. He picked that up and was hooked ever since." "54 plus 67" comes from the armchair. "What?" You're too sleepy for math at the moment. "The simple sum. Look at that!" Michael snaps, finger pointed to the TV in the corner.

Billy snickers as you try to focus on the images on the screen. OK, the housewives rarely venture into classy territory: what's having Micheal's panties in a bunch?

"Those boots with that dress? You're never shagging her husband!"

Still feeling like you've walked into an alternate reality, you stare at Michael, who is sitting on the armchair, back hunched forward, his hands like claws around the worn fabric of the armchair. You recognize the behavior: he acted like this when Oliver decided to tag along with Felix's crowd, way before Billy became part of your lives. You had to go through countless rants against vapid cunts and bootlickers and there was only one thing that helped kicking him out of this mood.

You nudge Billy who is having too much fun just looking at Michael getting more incensed with each passing minute and stand up, throwing your sweater and shirt on the floor, before straddling Michael's legs.

"Now, I think you've had too much trash telly for today, what do you say?"

Michael is hyperfocusing so much that he doesn't notice your naked breasts, it takes Billy's hand in his hair to force his line of sight away from the screen to your naked skin.

"If you're not interested we can start without you, genius boy." Billy says.

You take the glasses off Michael's nose and put them on the floor.

"You're not going to need those for a while, love."

Before Michael can start complaining, Billy's lips slant over his, tongue ruthlessly fucking Michael's slack mouth; soon moans escape when your start playing with his nipples, the cold of your fingers against his inflamed skin sends shockwaves through his body, his mind absolutely focused on you and Billy and the raging erection in his trousers.

Still kissing, Billy has Michael standing up as you undo his trousers and guide him to the couch, where Billy bends Michael over, with his hands on the backrest and his legs spread for easy reaching. You kneel on the floor, one hand around Michael's erection, jacking him slowly with a loose fist, aiming at torturing him while Billy's finds the lube stashed under the cushions.

"Shit!" Michael's hips jut forward in the pathetic attempt to take control. "Go faster!" "Are you going to beg?" "Ah! No!" He moans, tears pooling in his eyes. "Then I should have some more fun."

Michael's complaints die on his tongue when your lips slowly envelope his weeping head, all of his movements controlled by Billy's hand on his hip, who is now in forcing Michael to sit still as you slowly blow him, your fingers tight around his base to make sure he's not coming before you and Billy allow him to.

Over you, the sticky sounds of your lovers kissing resume, accompanied by the squelching of the lube poured over Michael's hole, followed by Billy's long fingers fucking hard and fast against his prostate. Michael wails and moans with every passing of your lips up and down his length, your mouth tight enough to tease but not to make him come, Billy's fingers bullying his prostate make his knee wobble and the know in his belly tighten almost to the point of pain. He needs, needs to come, empty his bollocks all over your face, if only you'd lose your fingers around his base!

"Not so fast, genius boy. I think you need to stop thinking before you get to come".

Billy drawls against Michael's ear, before his teeth find the meat of his shoulder and bite down savagely, the pain forcing Michael over the abyss with a pained wail.

Michael's body shudders when the fingers in his arse don't stop fucking against his prostate and his balls are still full and heavy. Your tongue licks the thin fluid bubbling from his cock head, before you resume slowly blowing him, now swallowing around his cock until you're flush against him and his vision turns black.

Again and again pleasure ravages through him, until his bollocks hurt and he can't stand up anymore, not that this stops you and Billy from torturing him while you two help him on his back, by letting his heavy cock slap against his contracted abs.

Michael trembles and tries to breath when you two stop touching him just to stare at his body covered in sweat and your saliva. He's beautiful and debauched with his legs spread and cock hard, a thin line of spit sleeping from his parted lips. He moans when you take his erection in your hands again and roll the condom on, before your cunt envelops him slowly: you can't risk him coming just now.

You can feel Michael's full body shudders when Billy's cock breaches him, Michael's hole already fucked so thoroughly, that Billy bottoms out easily, before he starts grinding against his prostate, slow and thorough, just following the leisure rhythm of your hips and Michael's high pitched wails.

"Look at us." You order.

Michael's tears stained eyes fixate on your body as Billy's hands cup your breasts and play with your nipples, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that have both you and Michael moan. If it weren't for your weight and Billy's, Michael's hip would have already bucked wildly under you when your muscles clench, strangling his cock, which has his arse curl tightly around Billy's engorged erection; Billy can't help it but fuck Michael with harder and faster pushes and Michael is babbling, desperate to come, every cell of his being ready to explode.

"Don't you dare!" You pant. "Not yet!"

Michael's fingers grab your arse, helping you grind tighter against him, your muscles curling around him to the point of pain, Billy's hands grasp his hips to anchor himself to push inside of him like the desperate man that he is, almost mad with the pleasure Michael's tight arse is giving him.

Michael's back arches when he comes, his nails grab at your skin with a savagery that leaves marks behind, the pain kick starting your orgasm, your cunt a vise around Michael who whines and screams, his arse so tight that Billy comes with a shout, before falling over you, effectively trapping Michael under your combined weights.

The bloody sofa is too small to house you three, not that any of you cares, breathless as you all are, your brains still coming down from the incredible high you have experienced.

You nuzzle Michael's neck, your tongue licking the sweat there.

"She's already shagged her friend's husband. You'd know that if you'd followed the whole season."

The vibrations of Billy's laughter travel down your back and Michael huffs under you: if he gets to be fucked like this every time you three watch trash TV together he's happy to watch every single episode!

Cringefail throuple taglist: @fan-goddess @solisarium

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: Very bad day for loyal girlies…

(Making this while still slightly baked from getting high last night so just know you’re getting ruthless Cahleel today😍)

• So ngl first impressions of the boys…Oakley outsold them all. Call me biased I really dgaf.

• Not even 10 seconds in and Luna already babbling about Jin omg just kill me now.

• Oh bitch I’m officially making it canon that him and my S6 MC fucked around at one point like what? Fusebox stop copying our shit!!!

• Max is Jin 2.0 I literally have nothing else to say about him.

• Kyle not serving to me sorry. I know all y’all going crazy over him and like his body is tea but girl he’s just…no😭😭😭 Also he has a scorpion tattoo which means the Scorpio of the season has been recognized and I care about my MC so I am NOT putting her through that pain.

• And here I thought Oakley was going to end up being the “Gary” of this season…

• Kyle fancies me the most…great! Now leave me alone after I reject you the first time!

• Luna’s going after Jin’s replacement- I MEAN Max! How surprising…

• God I hate you already.

• I can’t stand when they do this. Last time I checked none of these names belong to a 6’3, Ghanaian firefighter with a fat ass and a slutty waist so as far as I’m concerned my eyes are firmly CLOSED.

• Outfit time!

• The other look was boring sorry but I LOOOOVE this one.

• Luna being mad about Jin part 2 omg PLEASE KILLLLLLL MEEEE.

• Ugh yasss we can sleep by ourselves. Y’all will not trap me!

• Bea telling me about this other chick that Oakley went on a date with like I care, ok.

• But you was just mad cuz Jin winked at somebody…girl go to HELLLLLL.

• Outfit time!

• Come on Arabian Nights tease!

• Kyle and Liam been fucking on the low omg?

• Time to suffer through meaningless chats.

• I’m making my girl sound like the most boring person ever trying to ignore these dudes help😭😭😭

• Oh that’s not…

• Luna you are literally only interested in Shawn because you know he’s the only one I’ve given the time of day…does it not hurt being this much of a loser?????

• Outfit time!

• Cute…that’s about it tho.

• Kyle saying he did a tattoo for a celebrity and then the said celebrity being Gabi of all people like wow nobody moved.

• WHERE IS THE FIGHT OPTION??? WHERE IS IT??? LET ME HIT HER!!!

• Liam had us form a whole dance circle around him just for him to start seizing ok.

• Shawn you’re sooooo cute but I really don’t want you baby just stop trying❤️

• This whole conversation with Bea chile I can’t. Oakley went on a date with another girl…ok and??? He called her a head turner…did he say she was turning HIS head??? They connected…OVER FUCKING BAKING. Oakley literally said he was in love with us and was planning on making us his girlfriend it literally makes no sense whatsoever. Fusebox y’all are getting too predictable bruh like obviously y'all are not gonna make our OG LI cheat on us so what is the point of the gossip other than to get US to cheat on THEM?

• And this shit oh brotherrrrr😭 I can’t wait for next week when we find out that Luna was screaming because Shawn gave her a great foot rub like fuck out my face with that. Also even if they are fucking I DO NOT CAREEEEE! I DO NOT WANT HIM!!!!

[desire-turns-to-ashes]

Hi, it’s me again! Oh my goodness, this chapter gave me diabetes from so much sweetness! I want more, please!!!!! Girl, what was that? Lying on Edwin’s lap out of nowhere?! What kind of guy is this? Bold, isn’t he? But he’s so in love, telling him to calm down because he’d never touch Edwin without his permission, and then Edwin stroking Thomas’s cheek, wondering if his hair is soft! So sweet, my heart was melting reading every word.

They’re going on a date!!!!!! YESSSSS!!!!!! The hand kisses!!!! Thomas’s lovestruck gaze, waiting for the right moment to ask our boy out, and Edwin just smiling so fondly. What kind of look is Niko going to help Edwin choose? A classic one? Modern? Cute? He suits classic, but a cute look works too. And Thomas? He’ll definitely look amazing, as always.

Thank you for answering my questions—I was so excited to read your response! I have a few more questions, if you don’t mind:

First, you made it a bit clear in the earlier chapters that Edwin only wanted to marry someone he truly loved, and that way, he could have a family, since he mentioned a few times that he didn’t want children with Simon. So, if Edwin married Thomas, would they have kids? Second, does Edwin play the piano or any instrument? Third, how would Thomas react to seeing Edwin in a wedding suit? Fourth, would Thomas give Edwin expensive gifts, like jewelry or designer clothes?

That’s it for now. Thank you so much again. Does Thomas have cats?! He NEEDS to show them to Edwin!!! Hugs and thanks again for reading my messages.❤️❤️

Omg I feel so awful that I never spotted your message!!!! I’m so sorry!! I wasn’t ignoring you, I promise, I just didn’t see it 😭😭 (knew this would happen to me at some point)

But I’m here now, not sure if you’re still keeping up with the story because I can tell this was a few chapters ago 🥰 no worries if you’re not but I’ll still answer your questions anyway in case others were curious 💛💛

I loved writing that chapter so much!!! It felt so tender and heartfelt… it was basically Thomas’ way of proving to Edwin he was in safe hands, and he believes him! (Also… Thomas just lounging on his lap like a cat!!!! Just saying 😂😂😺)

Thomas is honestly down so bad for Edwin!! What started as pure attraction is definitely becoming something much stronger and deeper between them! 💛💛

Here’s an outfit I found on Pinterest for what Edwin’s outfit would look like 🥰🥰 it’s the one on the right, he doesn’t have that fabulous coat on the left unfortunately but you get the vibes 😂😂

1. So I do have an epilogue planned but can confidently say no kids are involved ☺️☺️ they probably would talk about starting a family together but wayyyyyy down the line and probably not in the fic!! Edwin wants to experience life first since he kind of missed out on that in his childhood so starting a family is the furthest thing from his mind right now, especially considering that’s what was expected of him when he got married

2. In this fic Edwin can play the piano and he’s VERY good at it!! I was originally going to have a moment in the beginning where he plays Ludovico Einaudi’s song Nuvole Bianche at some music concert that Charles ended up going to see while they were still at school together and they were going to have a chat about it where Charles absolutely butchered the song name by calling it New Blanche or something 😂 but it was going to be a moment where Edwin realised that people actually did listen to him and showed an interest in him. He wasn’t just ignored by other anymore… was going to be very sweet but it just didn’t fit

3. Oh god, think Thomas would expire if he saw Edwin in a wedding suit! But that’s probably a story for another day 😂😂

4. He would probably think about buying some fancy stuff for Edwin but he learns pretty quickly he doesn’t care that much for shiny objects. But 1st edition of a classic book on the other hand?? That would absolutely be the best kind of expensive gift for Edwin!! I also keep meaning to add a little moment where Thomas gifts Edwin a piece of his clothing but it never happens 😂😂 I’ll put it in at some point!! I promise!!

Also… yes!! Thomas has cats!! And I’m hoping they’ll make an appearance in the future!! 🥰🥰

Sorry again for my VERY late response!!! 💛💛

[amloveabledeathmo]

Another Johnlock Story Idea

That I most likely will not write. (Please tag me if you end up writing something similar).

We start out with a suspension of disbelief and just ignoring the science/magic. Sherlock is doing an experiment and it explodes. Besides John fussing at him to go take a shower immediately nothing seems too bad, maybe a few small cuts, perhaps some coughing from breathing in vapors/dust.

Next morning Sherlock slams his door open and energetically yells for John (If we set this past Mary Sherlock tells John "Sherlock really is a girls name.") John looks up from his breakfast to be startled that Sherlock is now a girl. He is worried but Sherlock starts excitedly speaking about all the new experiments he can do and insists they start immediately. John is quick to suggest that Sherlock start with eating, insists he's heard that women have better taste buds and now Sherlock can test that by eating everything and making notes on flavour and texture and idk what else and then he can compare when he switches back.

At some point Sherlock decides that he wants to mess with Mycroft so he calls Molly (and after some explanation) convinces her to do a girls day with him. They buy clothes, makeup, jewelry, do stuff like get their nails done and then go back to Molly's and she helps him with makeup and picking and styling an outfit. Sherlock is able to express how much he enjoys their friendship and how valuable a friend she is to him.

John comes to pick him up so they can go to whatever event Mycroft is attending and profusely compliments Sherlock when he sees him. Sherlock makes a bit of an unhappy face and says something about how John only thinks he looks nice when he looks the least like himself. John is quick to reassure that he always thinks Sherlock looks stunning, even when he's annoyed with him. He then promptly clicks his mouth shut and starts panicking about what he said but Sherlock is just pleased and excited to screw with his brother.

John drops Sherlock off and goes to find parking or if we go with fancy and valet parking then John waits outside for Sherlock to let him know when to come in since they have decided that if they walked in together Mycroft would know immediately.

Sherlock is exuberant when it takes Mycroft multiple looks and over 5 minutes to realize it's him. Mycroft makes them all leave so he can take Sherlock to a dr. On the drive he asks many questions about how and what other side effects and if it'll wear off. Sherlock admits he doesn't know but right now who cares, he gets to do so many experiments that he'd only dreamed of before.

Dr gives an idk what happened but Sherlock is healthy as far as they can tell. Mycroft reluctantly agrees to let Sherlock go about do whatever as long as he promises to call and go immediately to hospital if something seems off.

Sherlock makes John take him to a bar to celebrate confusing Mycroft. He than insists that John let him practice flirting as a girl on him. John stupidly agrees and finds that it takes Sherlock very little time to learn to flirt exceptionally as a girl, though he has no idea if Sherlock was good at it as a guy. John has a Bi or Gay or Pan crisis when in the middle of flirting Sherlock says something that would not be considered flirting to most people, like maybe a science joke or a "flattering" deduction etc. and John just thinks Man I love him so much.

Cue crisis for John that is exacerbated by Sherlock using him as a fake boyfriend, husband, one night stand, lover whatever in public to test how people respond to a woman when she is alone or with someone and if the relationship to the person she is with changes that as well.

Sherlock is literally clueless to how John's feeling, too caught up in the euphoria of new discoveries and possibilities. But he also knows how much he likes it when John blushes and when people think they are a couple.

The end is something I have multiple ideas for.

Sherlock wakes up and is a male again, John confesses after he realizes he still feels the same no matter Sherlock's gender or Sherlock confesses maybe he laments about how John could have loved him if he was a girl and John says no he loves him anyway.

Sherlock wakes up male, gets upset as he's realized he's trans and felt better as a woman. John comforts her, they set up appointments, do whatever gender treatments Sherlock wants to get. John confesses that he loves Sherlock when Sherlock gets worried about telling everyone.

Sherlock freaks out because he wants his body back and John promises to help him however he can, they talk to Mycroft and get sent to a lab to help try to undo it. Lots of stress and body issues. Sherlock confesses to John after things are resolved and John reciprocates.

Sherlock is happy as a female and John and Sherlock end up together.

Also alternate idea of both end up as female and many shenanigans there.

[thedumbassalienacrosstheroad]

Saw a post on reverse tropes, so here I am!

The post with the tropes can be found here, but you could have it spoiled.

Also, it's not much, but it's a start.

The Unforeseen Meeting

Part One - Intro

Written By Jordyn

Every now and then, it's okay to do something a little bad, right?

I asked myself as I stepped out of my car and entered the cold air, which nipped my nose, slowly making it a light, nude lipstick shade that I knew my friend Junia had. I let out a deep breath. A decently sized cloud of warm air left my mouth. I'd always loved how it looked when my breath floated through the air on a cold night.

I walked up to the dingy house step by step. I had no idea what I was getting into. I just knew I had to go help my friend.

I'd checked my phone, reading back through the message I was sent. I dont think I knew this person, but it seems like they know Junia. She isn't stupid enough to befriend a shitty person, so this rando seemed decently trustable.

Unknown Number: Junia is your ride or die, right? I know how you talk about each other. You say that you'd do anything for Junia, and she says the same shit about you. No questions asked.

Y/N: She is... What does she need?

Unknown Number: Just meet me at this address. We'll talk more there. And, knock two times.

I looked at the number on the house and the number on my phone, and for a second, I thought they didn't match; however, as I looked closer, the last number the house needed was only an outline, as the piece of metal had fallen off, leaving the outline of a six.

Knock knonk.

Only a second later, a tall figure opened the door, rushing me inside. Then, I followed him to the living room.

Unknown: Youre Junia's friend?

Y/N: I am, yeah.

Unknown: You sound unsure. What's your name?

Y/N: Could've swore you already knew it, but I'm Y/N.

Unknown: Alright. I'm just checking. I'm not going to tell you my real name for personal safety, but you'll know me as Sylas.

He continued before I could speak again.

Sylas: Just take this bag, the other things beside it, and get situated. Do what you gotta do. And, leave your phone here. There's another one for you in the bag. You might not have a lot of time. And, when you're done, please come up with a different name, and tell me it.

I did as he said, ignoring what I was going to say as it already left my mind. I placed my phone down and grabbed the purse on the table. As I carried the purse to the dining room, I couldn't help but question his sanity. Who in their right damned mind buys a Belenciaga purse?

I put the clothes on. For some reason, he'd given me both a "regular" outfit and some winter clothes. All designer, for some reason. They all fit me pretty well, but thats probably because me and Junia could share clothes. We wore the same size in everything.

I still tried not to pry at him. Why was it my business to ask about his spending habits? And, maybe my questions would get answered later, when I finished what I had to do.

I took everything out of the bag. There was a note, regular purse things, and things that would fit in a rich woman's purse. The phone that Sylas mentioned was a new iPhone with a beautiful leather case that was the color of red wine.

I then unfolded the note.

Before I called you down, Junia, who you should now refer to as Prudence, informed me that her mission wasn't going to plan.

There's a fancy party in the city. The address is on your phone, and someone I work with is there.

Your mission is to get in and get close with Mr. Carmine Russo. It may take time to get close enough to him, but you have to be close enough to see if you and Prudence can stay there for the night for whatever reason you come up with, and fast. She may have gotten roofied, as there are a lot of dodgy people there.

Good luck. You will be rewarded greatly.

I'd then thrown the note away, just in case someone went through my things and found it. As the note hit the bottom of the trash can, I prayed that I wouldn't forget what I had to do.

Then I turned the corner to see where Sylas was. He was still on the couch.

Y/N: I think I know my name... Can it be Iris?

Sylas: You don't have to ask if it can be your name. If you want it, it's yours. Do you need a ride, Iris?

Y/N: Yes, I will. I don't have a fancy car, and I'm assuming that I'll need one.

Sylas: Okay. I know a guy down the road. He'll be down any time now with a new car.

I think that's a good place to stop. I'll try to have another part out as soon as possible.

[spacerangersam]

Hello! Could you give me your personal thoughts/criticisms of each of the Button House ghosts' (from BBC Ghosts) costumes/outfits in detail please? Thanks!!

I feel like I should say, I don’t have a problem with most of the ghosts’ costumes. 

Julian’s is fine, I like the garters and the the fact that he’s wearing a striped pale blue shirt and a patterned tie rather than a plain white shirt and a plain red tie. I don’t like what happened to his hair over the course of the series, but I mean, the outfit itself is good.

Pat’s is great - I like his concept/piolet design just a little bit more just because of the green shorts and the rope thing he has around him which is an interesting little accessory - but otherwise, no notes, it’s a scoutmaster uniform, and the aviators are nice. Captain is also fine, I mean, they couldn’t really have mucked up his costume if they’d tried since he’s in a ww2 captains uniform, but point still stands. Robin is fine, it’s fur, it works, Mary’s is also quite nice, I like that’s it’s bright and colourful, and Humphrey's outfit is great, it really stands out against the other costumes because of how bright and bulky it is, and I'm glad they committed to the ruffle.

I legitimately love Annie’s outfit, the cap with the frills, the big fancy collar with the little details - it’s fairly simple but it looks great - Sophie knocks it out of the park with every outfit she wears, they’re all so beautiful, and Isabelle/Francis/Thomas’ outfits are all amazing (I have a soft spot for regency fashion tbh, and for Isabelle’s dress in particularly as a lover of green). The only thing I wish was that Thomas had kept the riding boots (I’m pretty sure he’s wearing them to the party) and the coat he wore to the party. But I also understand why both came off, I just thought they looked nice.

Really, my problem is just with Fanny and Kitty’s outfits.

I don’t know why, but Kitty’s outfit looks a bit cheap to me? I can’t explain it, maybe it’s the material used or something, but it does, and I really don’t like the dark colour scheme. A lot of the dresses I’ve seen from that era have a bit of a lighter colour scheme (though obviously not all of them do), and I really think a lighter colour scheme would really make her pop.  I mean, the other dresses she wears in flashbacks, while still a bit cheap looking, are so much prettier and do suit her so much better. The pink one, the blue one - she looks so lovely in them, and it’s a shame she didn’t get to have one of those as her death outfit. 

And Fanny’s outfit… God, I have a soft spot for Edwardian fashion too, and Fanny’s outfit is just so bad. Ignoring the fact that she dies at night so should be in her pyjamas, she has the wrong silhouette, her hair isn’t quite right either, not exactly the Gibson do it should be, I hate the colour, and putting aside historical accuracy, I just hate the dress, I think it’s fucking ugly  asdfgh. When I think of the Edwardian era, I think of those beautifully intricate white blouses and long white dresses, and I wish they’d put Fanny in one of those. She would have looked so much nicer, and not as if she (or one of her servants more like) accidentally put in a black sock with her washing and fucked up the colour.  

Like, I know they call her The Grey Lady, but I wish they’d let her wear white. They could’ve called her the lady in white, or the white lady, it would’ve been fine. If they wanted her to looked stuffy and old-fashioned, there were other ways to do it than giving her an ugly outfit that does not look like it should be worn by a Lady of the house. They could have given her a more Victorian-style dress or something, one that’s a bit outdated and shows how she’s still stuck in her ways. Just anything but that dress. Hell, they could’ve kept some of the grey by giving her a white blouse and a long grey skirt, that would’ve worked fine.

I wish I could like, show some examples but my internet is playing up and any time i try to click on a website it just reloads the page so...

[dcviated]

disney villain hc asks :: open

@hallowleylines sent: CAPTAIN HOOK, EVIL QUEEN - Malkuth GOVERNOR RATCLIFFE, PRINCE HANS - Dogi

CAPTAIN HOOK - Does your muse have any triggers?

Malkuth does NOT respond well at all to two things- the first of which is harsh negativity. Going beyond just disappointment, talking down to her and making her seem small during heated disagreements will see the girl shutting down fast. Many took advantage of this in her earlier lives. She was too eager to please, and more or less a tool to those in dominant positions as a result. Thinking about that, and falling into those kinds of situations or causing trouble...

Well. You saw what almost happened with Current. That gives you an idea.

The other thing is is being othered. Left out. Ignored. She has bad abandonment issues and you'll see the cracks start to form if things are kept from her. She's left out of plans. Anxiety will build up. Did I miss up? What did I do wrong? Am I just annoying them?

Another thing that could lead to an Episode.

EVIL QUEEN - What would your muse give up if it meant they could take revenge on their worst enemy?

In canon she was willing to give up her life twice trying to help others! But! Revenge on an enemy? I'm not sure she'd be willing to hold onto grudges like that. Malkuth doesn't like confrontation, as I said above- the worst bout of anger we see from her during Ruina is towards Angela on her awakening, a woman who manipulated many out of her OWN revenge.

But rather than turn she's willing to make amends, or try to, anyway. And see that things work towards a mutual benefit... yeah. Anyway. I don't think she'd be dramatic, and would rather a similar outcome with an enemy. At most, throw away morals of violence? But she won't sacrifice herself, or her friends, or anything like that-

Or her candle collection.

GOVERNOR RATCLIFFE - What would your muse do with unlimited gold?

Dogi travels light, and this tends to be the case regardless of the verse. He's not a materialistic sort of person outside of brief fleeting enjoyment of comfort and a fancy meal. So... I think with a ton of money he'd probably do one good splurge- try on fancy outfits and eat and drink the finest food money could buy and then...

...he'd probably be at a loss. The reason he explores and travels isn't for any monetary gain. Managing finances is the least of his worries. Even with his time as a thief, it was a Robin Hood sort of venture. Doing something for the little guy.

So guess where most of that money is going?

PRINCE HANS - How does the first impression your muse gives off differ from their true selves?

I want to think the impressions Dogi gives off are pretty consistent. You can say he's intimidating given how tall and huge he is, sure. But that can only last for like half a second since there's such a bright cheer about him. I think the only thing to really dig up outside of how he presents himself is that sheltered pessimism I beat like a dead horse (because it can get bad).

But really. You meet Dogi and know he's a good guy and someone you can count on in a lot of situations. The first encounters in the Ys games are typically him buddy buddy on an arrival, or busting through a wall to help you out with a big grin on his face. He opens his mouth to talk and I mean-- how can you not love him?!

I'm biased.

[ofallthingsnasty]

Thinking about... Kaiser and Oliver manipulating you

Tags: both are 20+, gn reader, foreigner!reader for kaiser, toxic relationships, yandere themes but not quite the classic tropes, this is ugly but sfw, emotional manipulation, minors please dni Word count: 1.4k

Note: Requests are open ah- I am dying to talk nasty bllk with people haha.

I feel like both Oliver and Kaiser are highly emotionally manipulative, each in their own way.

We know that Oliver is good at putting on a calm and collected face to get what he wants - yet his true intentions always bleed through, bit by bit. Just like he got Sae to shelve Shidou, his true intentions may not be lost on you, but he still manages to get under your skin with dangerous precision.

He knows just how insecure you are about his dating history; he can tell by the way you pull a face when he's going to fancy parties on his own, how you always preen at his compliments, how you ask him in that little voice of yours “Does this look okay?” at every outfit you wear,  how you're constantly looking for validation, for love. You can be so weak, so needy and he’s aware that it's because of how he used to be. It makes you malleable, keeps you with him - playing into that little insecurity of yours is so easy he could do it in his sleep. You want to prove yourself to him and play right into his little games, unknowingly.

He’ll sit you on his lap during parties and chat about his past flames and how he played them, fully aware that you are all ears. You might act like you’re trying to stab the lemon slice in your long drink, seemingly lost in your own thoughts - but you are listening intently. His teammates will try to involve you in the conversation, too, laughing along, asking how you tamed him after his wild youth, how you got him to settle down. And you’ll have to actually pay attention to them or you’ll be branded as the rude one, the no-fun one, the nag. Remember that fling or this one? Remember how it all went down, how you got busted dating those two models at once?  You always sit there, laughing nervously while trying not to count the mounting notches on his belt. His friends keep fanning the flames, so oblivious to your discomfort. You’ll inch closer to his chest, grip your glass so hard it might just burst any time, take constant peeks at your phone - anything to distract yourself a little while their excited chatter washes over you. 

Hell, even the media will never let you forget just how much of a playboy he used to be; every time you open your social media accounts, every time you see some tabloids at the grocery store, it’s right in front of you, an ex here, a nasty comment there  - you try to ignore those headlines, the hate- but still, it sticks. And how suspicious it is, then, that you always see him with his phone tilted away from you either after a fight or when you don't quite act the way he wants you to, that he seems strangely distant after you tell him you're not in the mood for sex, how he’s out without you so often. Soon enough, everything turns into pleasing him, like some sort of competition between you and an imaginary other. You almost become paranoid, constantly eyeing him, always wondering if he's truly just laughing at something silly on his phone or at some flirty text someone sent him, if he’s hiding something from you. With time, your jealousy turns ugly - but also makes you easy to manipulate, even if you get snippy. Just one look, one smile is all he needs to keep you in line, one squeeze of your shoulder is enough to make you shut up, too occupied with the thought of him leaving you for someone else.

I can see him actively going for a darling who is insecure, who is not confident in themselves from the start. Someone who isn’t necessarily conventionally attractive or someone who has made their fair share of bad experiences in the past. Someone who easily falls into those old traps again, unknowingly, and lets him take the reins.

Kaiser takes it a little further. It's only natural that you move in with him quite early in your relationship, relocate to Germany, because that's where he works, no? He wants you close and you don’t object. Maybe you're blinded by your whirlwind romance with the handsome pro or maybe you're just easy to impress - but you willingly leave behind friends and family to be with him. Of course, he has expectations- high ones, at that. You have to be perfect for him, the ideal partner- and a big part of that is getting rid of the language barrier. He needs you to sit pretty during talk shows and interviews, to answer questions with your chic little accent and a sweet smile, he wants to truly parade you around. But no matter how much you pour yourself into your studies, it’s never quite enough.You’re taking a class? You’re trying your hardest with immersion, taking every opportunity to use your skills and hone them? Dedicating so much of your free time to learning the language that you feel like you have a second shift ahead of you when you come home? It’s all not enough. 

A language isn't learned overnight, he knows as much, but his incessant badgering is something to keep you busy with, something to distract you from the way your old friends call less and less. He never stops with his needling, uses every chance he gets to put you down, to make you insecure: of your grammar, your accent, the way it still takes you a couple seconds to process someone talking to you. You’ll never be as skilled as him, a native speaker, and he lets you know as much. And his own lessons! He acts like it's some grand thing you should be grateful for when he sits you down at night to grill you on your progress, never once uttering a single word in English. Makes you repeat phrases until you get the pronunciation right, mocks you when you get the case wrong or use formal instead of informal for him. He'll flick your cheek lightly and with a strained smile on his face once you drift off, tired and no longer receptive after the long day you’ve had. “Zuhören. Du sollst mir zuhören.”, “Du hörst mir nicht zu. Nochmal.”, any iteration of those dreaded sentences is enough to trigger a queasy feeling in your stomach once you hear them. It’ll get to the point where he demands you only speak in German when you’re with him - and the little laughs at your mistakes, the corrections full of condescension will increase tenfold, as will that infuriating feeling of being disrespected, of being seen as lesser. You feel like a child, almost.

Taking you out of your familiar environment, throwing you into a foreign country with no one else but him to rely on - and him being a national superstar, known by everyone, appearing in the news daily - is a dangerous cocktail of dependence and power. Who can you really talk to except for a few sparse texts here and there to your friends when he’s being so overbearing again, constantly criticizing you and reminding you of his status, when he nags and nags and nags you for the most minuscule things. You could go back home, sure. But it’s not like you don’t love him, like there is nothing of worth in this relationship. The warm, fuzzy feeling you get from knowing you are the partner of Michael Kaiser, a breakout soccer star, that he has chosen you and no one else, the comfortable life that comes with this relationship - it’s easy to forgive him for his harshness, for his cold behavior. After all, he has a public image to uphold - that has to be immensely stressful for him, next to his work. No wonder he gets a little short with you sometimes. And with all the luxury that comes with being with him, what is a little bitterness here and there? It’s absolutely nothing, right? Even with his emphasis on the language - he’s just trying to make sure you learn it right, that you progress quickly. So you let yourself be pushed around by him, start to doubt your own feelings and try to appeal to him more and more, try to prove to him that you are capable and not stupid. He might not go for an insecure darling from the very start - but you can be sure that your self-esteem will take a huge hit once he has you in his palm. 

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

What if Izzy and the reader also attended the fancy party from episode 5? Izzy would hate dressing up, but the reader might be into Izzy's look, maybe even give him a reward for playing along~ (like pulling him into a closet during the party... Do ships have closets? They should, for making out with small angry men)

Every ship should have a mandatory 'to make out with small angry men' closet.

Proper Fun:

Plenty of ‘appropriate ensembles’ had been offered up by Bonnet, and each had Izzy turning his nose up at them as his stomach turned. There was no chance he was getting forced into one of those monstrosities, even Edward was holding back his laughter. Izzy truly thought he was going to have an aneurysm when Bonnet brought out the pastel options.

When Edward had announced some of the crew were going to some high class boat party, Izzy had told him it was a terrible idea but he would not be deterred. Then Edward had insisted that Izzy join them and he was certain that it couldn’t get worse.

If you hadn't been there, Izzy would have probably ended up committing some sort of murder suicide. You had seen the absolute disaster taking place and stepped in, taking over the whole affair. Only letting Stede offer advice when it came to what garments would be expected at such a party.

There hadn’t been a black option, which you had really been looking for to make Izzy the most comfortable, but you had spotted a dark blue ensemble. It was perfectly regal enough to satisfy Stede and Edward, but understated enough to satisfy Izzy.

When you had brought it out of the closet and suggested it, Izzy had begrudgingly accepted. It was the lesser of the many evils offered to him, and he knew that. 

The outfit was bad enough but letting Frenchie and Wee John tailor the suit to fit him was somehow more humiliating.

Once everyone had their outfits picked out and adjusted accordingly, Izzy was the last to dress. Edward had dressed first and Izzy had put the bows in his beard and hair while you and Stede dressed. Then, it was Izzy’s turn.

The first mate emerged from the secret close, dressed in his new suit and grumbling to himself. You couldn’t help but smile. Sure, it wasn’t something Izzy would normally wear and he was scowling, but he also looked rather dashing.

“You look great, Iz!” Edward beamed at his lifelong friend, sincere in his compliments. He loved dressing up in all these fine fabrics, and he couldn’t see how somebody wouldn’t enjoy it. Surely, Izzy didn’t hate it as much as said, right?

“Certainly an upgrade from your usual attire,” Stede agreed, looking rather pleased with himself, before turning to you, “excellent choice, the colour suits him well, I think.”

Izzy just scoffed and muttered to himself, pulling on the stupid frilly cravat so that he could breathe properly.

You purposely ignored Stede, even though you knew he meant well. “I think you look wonderful, Izzy,” you complimented.

He really hadn’t been happy about attending this party. It wasn’t really your scene, you’d never associated with Stede’s class of people, but you were a little excited just to do something new and different. Izzy could be a bit of a dick but you couldn’t really blame him considering the circumstances that brought him aboard the Revenge, so you had promised to stay by his side and give him excuses to leave and not talk to people.

“All of you, and I cannot stress this enough, fuck off,” Izzy seethed, tugging at his costume again.

-

The boat ride over to the other ship was only a little painful, with Stede filling you all in on anything you might need to know while Izzy sulked about the whole thing.

Boarding the ship went as smoothly as you could have expected. Izzy was grumbling to himself once again, Edward had introduced himself as Jeff the accountant and kindly introduced Izzy as Basilica, his assistant.

You had taken Izzy’s arm and pulled him away before he could stab the man at the door, leading him inside. You gave the other party goers a polite smile and nod as you passed them, but avoided too much interaction until Izzy wasn’t scowling to himself.

Eventually the two of you had settled in a quiet corner of the main room that you had deemed suitable. Edward was more eager to partake among the other patrons, thriving on the attention. Seemingly enjoying himself among the high society types, but it hadn’t slipped your notice that Izzy was watching him with a concerned expression.

“Relax. For once, I think Stede is the most experienced and prepared for this situation. He’ll look after Edward and if that fails, we’ll burn the damn ship down together,” you promised.

Izzy actually huffed a little laugh to himself. He supposed you were right, these were Bonnet’s people, a world that he didn’t understand, and perhaps he could just keep an eye on things from a distance for now. And Edward did seem like he was having fun…

Plus, burning the ship down would be easier with two people and you were offering. “I grow fonder of you every day.”

You grinned to yourself, Izzy was joking, playing around. He wasn’t relaxed by any means but maybe you could work on that a little. After all, you were at a party and they were supposed to be fun.

“I didn’t realise you were such a romantic,” you teased, “or is that just Basilica?”

“Fucking Edward,” Izzy grumbled.

“I think you mean Jeff, but I understand the sentiment,” you nodded in understanding.

You looked around the room again. You and Izzy had thought the costumes Stede had picked out for everyone were a bit much, but they were nothing compared to some of the things the other people here were wearing.

Fuck this, you were supposed to be at a party. “Alright, let’s at least try to have some fun messing with some posh folks,” you decided. Izzy could hear your determination.

Izzy hummed to himself, he couldn’t see how any of this was fun. “How do you suggest doing that?” he asked.

“A bit of a fuckery?” you proposed.

“...keep speaking,” Izzy looked at you out of the corner of his eye, the slightest hint of interest in his expression. 

You smirked to yourself. Sure, the fuckeries were more Edward’s thing, he just had the mind for it, but Izzy couldn’t deny that he often enjoyed them.

“Nothing flashy. We play our roles, just two high society types enjoying a night of debauchery. Show these twats how it’s really done, maybe pick a pocket or two?”

“...suppose we could do that,” Izzy hummed. “But no trouble, Edward was…looking forward to this.”

You couldn’t help but feel fond of him, caring about Edward actually enjoying himself. He could be a prickly bastard but when he cared, he did it with his whole being. He wanted his friend to have fun, probably the only reason he was actually here, hadn’t drawn blood over the whole idea in the first place.

“I have a feeling those two are going to be the ones who end up causing the trouble,” you  both watched Edward and Stede mingling, Edward sharing anecdotes, Stede never leaving his side. “How about we start with a dance?” you suggested.

Izzy heaved a sigh but then squared his shoulders, his expression hardening slightly with determination. He moved so that he was standing in front of you, one hand held behind his back while he held his other out for you to take.

You bit back your smile, trying to get into character. “Ask properly, Basilica,” you tutted.

Izzy rolled his eyes but asked, “wanna dance?”

“How charmingly quaint,” you mused, putting on your best fancy voice

“Shut the fuck up,” Izzy’s voice lacked any real bite or malice. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was amused.

You grinned and placed your hand in his, the two of you walking over to where other pairs were dancing.

Izzy kept your hand clasped in his as you placed your other hand on his shoulder, his other hand at your waist. Positioned all proper like.

“You actually know how to dance,” you were stating, not asking. Sure, he was stiff and clearly unpractised, but he seemed to know how he should stand, how it should look.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Izzy huffed but you just raised an eyebrow at him, it was a very fair question in your opinion. He just sighed before explaining. “Never was much into it, saw it though. During my time in the navy.”

“Well, show me what you learnt, Officer Basilica,” your hand slipped further up his shoulder, brushing against his collar.

“Admiral,” Izzy corrected, properly playing along this time. You knew he had probably never become an admiral during his time in the navy, he didn’t talk about his past much but you had gathered that he had joined his first ship young and had still been fairly young when he became a pirate.

“An admiral?” you repeated with a faux impressed gasp.

Izzy smiled a little at the exaggerated look of awe on your face. Maybe this evening wouldn’t be a complete nightmare.

The two of you danced among the crowd, Izzy knew the moves but conducted them stiffly, you didn’t know them well but happily let him lead. Neither of you were as practised as the other dancers and that got you a few looks. Normally Izzy would either shrink away or lash out at the blatant judgement, but you held him still and close, got him to just focus on you and he actually ended up…enjoying himself to some extent. You were having fun, and that encouraged him to keep going and ignore the people around you.

The song came to an end, also putting an end to the dance. Izzy stepped back, one of his hands in his. He bowed at the waist and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, holding your gaze with his own. 

Okay, that was genuinely charming. You could only smile at him with genuine awe this time, you couldn’t help but swoon just a little at the gentlemanly act.

“Now, I think we’ve earned some drinks,” you kept Izzy’s hand in your own, leading him over to a man with a tray of champagne glasses.

You released Izzy’s hand to grab two glasses, thanking the man, before turning back to him. Izzy accepted one of the drinks, holding his arm out for you to take. You smiled graciously and looped your arm through his, letting him lead you back to a quiet corner where you could observe the room.

“Do these twats actually enjoy all of this?” Izzy questioned. 

Everyone had smiles, everyone seemed to know each other and like each other, but even Izzy could tell that all of it was fake. It was almost as if they were challenging each other. It was all of that…passive aggression, or whatever it was that Bonnet called it. Izzy hated it, preferred when people just said what they meant. He had a feeling that if everyone on this ship spoke their mind, there would be a massacre.

“I think so, in their own way. Probably just like bragging or whatever it is they do to feel superior,” you shrugged, sipping from your glass.

“It’s fucking torture. I mean those lot, they’re laughing…about what? What was so fucking funny?” Izzy asked, nodding towards one of the groups that were laughing among themselves.

“They’re supposed to laugh. It’s all just…acting.” These weren’t the circles you normally found yourself in but you had known people like this, plus Stede had told you enough about the people he grew up around for you to have some sense of how it works. “See him?” you used your glass to gesture towards two men sharing quiet conversation.

“Sure,” Izzy nodded, wondering what you were getting at.

“He came in with that woman over there,” you told him. You had seen them walk in together, hadn’t thought much of it at the time, of course.

“So what?” Izzy looked at you curiously, if not a little impatiently.

“So?” you tutted, like the answer was obvious. “He’s clearly fucking that guy,” you gestured towards the two men again.

“I mean, obviously,” Izzy rolled his eyes. They weren’t as subtle as they probably thought they were. “She probably knows about it, though.”

“But like I said, it’s all just acting. And they all fucking suck,” you shrugged.

Izzy chuckled before finishing his glass.

“Alright,” he nodded thoughtfully, deciding on a new game to play. “What do you think about those three?” he asked, pointing towards another group.

The two of you ended up huddled together in the corner, bitching about the other guests and speculating about their possible gossip. Grabbing fresh glasses of champagne whenever somebody with a tray walked by.

The two of you were actually beginning to have proper fun, laughing between yourselves, when the sound of a clinking glass sounded throughout the room. Some man in some ridiculous looking suit started making a speech and immediately put a damper on your whole evening.

“Alright, it’s getting unbearable now,” Izzy complained, rolling his eyes at whatever the man was talking about.

You had to agree. “Let’s take a walk,” you gave a small tug to his arm before slipping out of the room together.

The two of you wandered around the inside of the ship for a little while, mostly while Izzy complained about how gaudy everything was.

“Here,” you brought Izzy to a halt, grabbing a door by the handle. “Let’s have some real fun,” you smirked, pulling the door open.

Izzy frowned a little in confusion but didn’t put up any fight as you tugged him into a small storage closet. “You’re joking, right?” he questioned, just a little disapprovingly, as you clicked the door shut.

You heaved a dramatic sigh, reaching for the door again. “I suppose we can go and listen to the speeches…they’ll probably still be speaking.” 

Izzy caught you by the arm, pulling you back towards him. You settled back against a wall, raising an eyebrow at him. “I think we’re perfectly fine right here.”

You couldn’t agree more as you grabbed hold of that frilly cravat he hated so much, pulling him close and capturing his mouth with your own. Izzy returned your kiss, starting slow as you found a comfortable enough spot against the wall. Izzy hummed against your lips as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He parted his lips more than happily as your tongue traced the seam of them.

Izzy pressed closer and you shifted until you were able to slip a leg between each other, bodies rolling together. Only parting for a short moment to laugh when a broom fell and clattered against the floor.

You buried a hand in Izzy’s hair, giving it a gentle tug, earning you a sweet little moan from the man. Just to tease him a little further, you nipped at his bottom lip, smiling against his mouth when he surged closer for more.

-

“Where could they have gotten too?” Oluwande whisper-yelled as he and Frenchie rushed around the ship, searching for the missing crew members. “They couldn’t have left the ship, right?”

“Nah, Izzy wouldn’t leave Edward aboard a strange ship…I don’t think,” Frenchie frowned a little. Actually, Izzy was very likely to leave if he had enough of the other guests, but Frenchie trusted that you wouldn’t leave without at least telling one of them.

“Yeah but, Stede and Edward said they hadn’t seen either of them since they came in.”

Frenchie opened his mouth to speak, to insist they would find you both, but was interrupted by a clattering sound coming from the door beside them. The clattering was then followed by a thump and hushed voices.

The two men looked at each other before throwing the door open. “There you are!” Frenchie grinned at you both. At least Oluwande had the decency to look embarrassed by what they had walked in on.

“What the fuck?” Izzy seethed, jumping away from you at the sudden intrusion, hand going for his knife until he realised how was standing in the doorway. No real threat.

“We have to go,” Oluwande told you both, averting his gaze politely. It wasn’t like the two of you were undressed, just a little flustered and mussed up. Still, it was thoughtful of him.

“What’s…is something burning?” you moved towards the door, now able to smell smoke coming from somewhere.

“We’re leaving,” Oluwande nodded.

“Kind of an emergency,” Frenchie shrugged.

“What did those fuckers do?” Izzy questioned under his breath as the four of you hurried through the ship and up to the deck, Izzy fixing his hair and you straightening out your clothes before you had to face your captains.

“Long story, I'm sure they’ll explain,” Oluwande assured, sounding like he wasn’t completely sure what had happened before the fire.

The four of you met Stede and Edward on the deck as they readied a dingy. “Ah, wonderful. We really should be going,” Stede clapped his hands together, looking a little nervous.

“You should have been there, mate!” Edward grinned at Izzy as he threw an arm around Stede’s shoulders. “Stede’s a fucking lunatic, it was brilliant!”

“Let’s just fucking go before we burn with these fucking twats,” Izzy huffed. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t the one making everyone return to the Revenge early.

For once, everyone agreed with Izzy and found nothing to argue with him about, the lot of you piling into the dingy and rowing away. You and Izzy sat at the back of the dingy, watching the flaming ship slowly get further away.

“So…how’d you rate the party?” you asked quietly, leaning in closer to Izzy to keep your conversation between the two of you. The others were distracted by their own conversations anyway.

“...suppose it wasn’t too bad,” Izzy conceded with a sigh. You just rolled your eyes fondly, perfectly aware that he had ended up enjoying himself. “Plus the ship burnt down and I didn’t even have to lift a finger,” he smirked to himself.

“Well, I had fun,” you shrugged, knocking your shoulder against his.

Izzy smiled softly to himself, “...yeah, me too.”

[mingtinys]

Hongjoong as a Boyfriend

pairing : kim hongjoong x gn!reader

fluff , headcanon , angst if you squint

warnings : language , mentions of arguments

word count : 1.3k

requested ? yes

a/n : finished this just in time for our dear captain’s birthday!

Hongjoong is an interesting case.

Because he's never been one who actively seeks out relationships. In fact, he quite avidly avoids them.

It's not that he's repulsed by the idea of a significant other. But he's a very busy man, and just isn't at a point in his life where he's ready to slow down and focus on finding love.

He's pretty content where he is in life, so throwing in a partner seems complicated.

Or so he thought.

Literally, the second you walked into his life it was game over, he was completely and utterly infatuated with everything about you.

I mean this man looks at and talks about you as if you hold the world in your hands.

And the more he tried to ignore his crush, the worse it got. Until one day he couldn't take it anymore and finally asked you on a date.

He's pretty good at finding a nice work-life-to-love-life balance.

He's still very busy, though he's discovered finding time for someone is extremely easy when you truly care about them.

Having a s/o who's also very understanding of his fast paced and hectic life also helps.

Patience in a s/o really is key for Hongjoong.

Like, I'm sorry but this man is so bad at texting back/responding in general. He will reply eventually! But maybe in a few hours, give or take. Especially if he's "in the zone" while working at the studio.

But he shows his love in many other ways.

He absolutely loves spoiling you, nothing is too expensive or fancy when it comes to treating you how he sees fit. So expect lots of date nights at high-end, candle-lit restaurants, and shiny jewelry.

Hongjoong also likes to let you borrow his clothing and accessories.

For one, he thinks you look adorable in his style. For two, nothing fills his ego more than when someone compliments your outfit and he gets to hear you say "thanks, it's my boyfriend's."

His style ends up rubbing off on you and the two of you end up unironically matching quite a bit.

You're also one of the only people Hongjoong doesn't physically cringe at when it comes to skinship. So although it's not his go-to form of affection, he finds your kisses and cuddles very pleasing.

It's honestly 50/50 with him.

Either he's going to physically combust if he isn't constantly in contact with you some way somehow.

(He gets so pouty and touchy if you aren't giving him enough attention.)

Or

He shoos away your attempts at cuddles and suggests just spending quality time together instead.

Quality time being Hongjoong's main love language.

He really cherishes the small moments with you. Like drinking coffee together in the morning, watching a movie or show together, grabbing lunch between your schedules, and naps. He's very big on taking naps together!!!

He loves nothing more than to doze off with you by his side, one arm draped over your waist and pulling you closer to him during your slumber.

Anywhere, anytime. Your apartment, his dorm, cuddled up on his studio sofa, backstage before a show, nothing is off limits.

The rest of the members have a camera roll full of sleeping Joong and you for blackmail.

Hongjoong really values your opinion and strives for your validation, so it's not uncommon to receive voice memos and snippets of songs or lyrics he's been working on to see if you like them.

Other times he'll call and ask if you can come over to keep him company in the studio while he works on music, it helps him focus and he can ask for your opinion in real-time.

The way his face lights up when you compliment his work rivals the sun itself. He gets so giddy and excited, rambling on and on about his thought process.

"Really, you like it!? Did you notice what I did with the backtrack in the second verse? I wasn't sure if a descending scale would work but I think it turned out pretty cool. Especially with the lyrics—"

You're also the first person he runs to when he gets stuck in a slump or overwhelmed with all of his responsibilities.

It took him a while to learn he's allowed to show the weaker parts of himself and lean on you for support. He used to always try to tough it out and bottle it up, but you know him too well for him to hide anything. So eventually, he just starts immediately going to you, and he's so thankful for it.

You really have a way of calming his nerves and talking him through whatever is bothering him.

The same also goes for you.

If you're having a bad day or just seem even a little bit off, he drops everything and gives you his undivided attention. He always knows how best to comfort you without you ever saying a single word.

This one may be obvious, but Hongjoong is easily prone to jealousy. But it's usually never that serious and he just gets pouty.

So just shower him with attention in a crowded room and he'll be fine.

On the flip side of this, he likes to flaunt you and show off that he's the one who gets to be with you.

Or when you show him off ???? Good lord, it really gets him going.

Literally any time you refer to him as "my boyfriend" or he gets to call you "my partner" he gets the cockiest fucking smirk on his face. So show him off and you're pretty much guaranteed a very exciting night.

Although he wants nothing more than to brag about you to the world, he'd likely want to keep your relationship out of the press in the beginning.

He's already figuring out how to juggle work and tours with a love life. He really doesn't need to add a press leak to the mix.

But once things become more serious and solidified, he'd likely want to stop hiding your relationship and go public. He knows the consequences of idols publically dating and is more than prepared to handle them so you don't have to.

However, if that's not something you want then he'll respect those wishes.

Serious arguments with Hongjoong are few and far in between. 

Usually, the petty ones end in teasing and laughter, never actually hurtful.

But on occasion, one of you strikes a nerve or unintentionally crosses a boundary and you both lose your temper.

I can't imagine him full-out yelling, but Hongjoong's voice is sharp when it's raised and can come out harsher than intended.

He's hard headed, so it takes time after an argument for him to cool down enough and see where he might have been in the wrong. Once he does though he'll seek you out and ask to talk so he can apologize.

You're also not always completely innocent in these situations. You know exactly which of his buttons to press to get a rise out of him and do so without thinking.

In these situations, Hongjoong will snap back and call you out for it before storming away.

He'll give you the hardest time when you come to apologize and be all petty at first, but it's all an act. Hongjoong really does appreciate and recognize the strength it takes to admit when you're wrong, so he won't leave you hanging for too long.

Overall, a relationship with Hongjoong will be what the two of you make it. It's flexible and sometimes a little unorthodox, but it's filled with meaningful love, and that's what really matters.