#I'm serious about the cactus thing by the way

[housederiva]

My friend (hi aylin! xx) told me the news of who the va's are for DA:TV while I was in the middle of listing every piece of furniture and heavy/large thing I own on Facebook marketplace which was soul crushing and making me extremely sad. It made the rest of the task feel a little lighter

I'm not sure where I'm really going with this post but I want to let folks know who are going through a hard time that it's okay to cling onto something silly like a video game as the thing that makes you happy and keeps you going.

I'm also selling a 20 year old barrel cactus the size of an adult man's head for 30 quid if you're in Glasgow, Scotland

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﹙10097﹚ SYNOPSIS . . . the dating scene sucks, especially when the only person you want to be with is your roommate.

꣑୧ GENRE . . . roommate au, 'i hate them but they're hot' kind of energy

꣑୧ WARNINGS . . . profanities, drinking i mean lots of drinking we need alcohol shortage here, sunghoon smokes, mentions of one night stands, one very suggestive make out scene in the fourth section, undertones of cheating but not from sunghoon or reader, implications of sex although it's very light

꣑୧ NOTES . . . hi ( _ _; ) drowning in nervousness as i'm posting this. it's my first long fic after months ... i think the last one was in may or june 23 ... so please be nice >< don't know why but this didn't turn out how i wanted it to and it's definitely not one of my proudest works, but i hope u guys like it nonetheless huhu TT happy reading and please rb and drop feedback, it's highly appreciated ^_^

001. WHERE THERE’S HEAVEN THERE’S HELL

sunghoon is spiralling again. 

a part of it is because of the endless assignments from classes, but that’s no news. he knows it’s his fault for procrastinating and waiting till two days before the due date to even think about working on them— unlike jake who somehow attends classes probably four times a week and is seen in the football fields instead, and still manages to be the first one to submit his essays. it’s admirable, annoying at most. when he sat down to do his sports science project three days before it was due, sunghoon realised why his professor gave them two months to finish it. 

but realising your mistakes and working on them to be a better version of yourself are two different things.

for one, sunghoon believes those assignments are useless. no one cares about the impact of sports on society, maybe except heeseung and jake but again, in sunghoon’s mind, those two are never important. second, he’s too perfect to be working on himself. sunghoon is the best version of himself. he was born the day his uncle died, and his dad inherited the entire chain of restaurants his family owns across the country. he’s too amazing to be worrying about getting a degree he can buy— he thinks the university should be honoured he’s choosing to study— but that’s simply because his mother doesn’t want him to turn out like his sister. 

back to the matter at hand— as he puts the beer can on the table and sits back on the couch, his eyes travel to the door yet again. seventh time in just a minute, he’s keeping a record of how you make him wait. 

if there’s one thing he hates is being irresponsible ( coming from the great king of irresponsibility himself. ) you said you’d be back by twelve, and it’s half past one in night and not a soul knows your whereabouts. thirteen texts, seven missed calls, his phone is at forty-one percent and sunghoon is at his limit. if it wasn’t for your mom he wouldn’t give two flying fucks about where you are and how you’ve been.

sunghoon is actually surprisingly obedient and well-mannered, as opposed to the popular belief. he gave you and your mother the whole tour of the apartment the day you moved in. even made some coffee which isn’t much but your mother had loved him. he could see it in the way she looked at him with those sweet eyes, holding his hands as if he was her own son, and asking him to look after you. 

‘please take care of my daughter,’ sunghoon thought he was getting married. instead of a wedding bell there were warning sirens going off. to this day he doesn’t know why she asked him that, minutes after she saw a dead cactus in the balcony that he killed by overwatering. he couldn’t even say no to her and just nodded, looking over at you briefly and noticing how you look like you were a bit embarrassed. sunghoon doesn’t know why he’s so serious about ‘taking care’ of you. he thought it would be easy, but you had to be devil’s favourite spawn and sunghoon happens to be your target.

however, he can’t take this anymore. he has a morning class and waiting till two am while drinking beer has done more damage to sunghoon than it should. he gets up from the couch with a sigh, leaving the empty cans unattended for a night as he makes a mental note to clean tomorrow. it isn’t until a click from the door stops him in his tracks. 

“i’m back,” your voice is quiet, a yawn following immediately after your words as you look down while taking off your shoes. you’ve been drinking again, sunghoon can tell it from a mile away. 

“you’re late,” he speaks over the silence, hands on his torso as he’s giving you those squinted eyes and doubtful looks. if sunghoon didn’t know any better, he would assume you fucked someone at the club with how messy you look at the moment.

“yeah well, we had to take gigi to the hospital,” your lazy voice isn’t much louder than a whisper. you stumble towards your room, a hiccup followed soon after by the same quiet and slurred tone. “she ate something weird,”

he huffs at your words, knowing it would very well be just another excuse. “you could’ve at least texted,”

“my phone died,”

“i’m sure your friends would be happy to lend you their phone,” he pauses when he feels himself getting a bit annoyed. a soft sigh falls off his lips as he looks down at the tiled floor before looking up and speaking in a much calmer voice. “i’m just saying it’s not exactly safe to be out alone on the streets this late at night,”

“i wasn’t alone,” that piques his interest. “jay drove me back,”

and sunghoon felt his whole world stop. “jay?”

“yeah, jay, park jongseong,” your voice is surprisingly sweet when you take his name and it bothers sunghoon for some reason. his face scrunches up when you bite back a smile, hoping it’s the alcohol not because of what he thinks it is. “he’s nicer than i thought,”

sunghoon is not unfamiliar with the name park jongseong.

he hears it every day on and off the campus, more often than he likes. first things first, he’s just as popular as jake, for being american, which brings sunghoon to the question— why in the world would he leave america to study in korea when jay could have attended one of the ivy leagues with his face and money?

and the second and more important question, why in the world is park jongseong dropping you home at two in the night?

sunghoon only watches you in disbelief and astonishment as you stumble to your room, mumbling something incoherently. your words ring in his ear like sirens. ‘he is better than you’ jay is better than sunghoon. he scoffs almost offensively in your direction. that has to be the biggest lie of the twenty-first century.

he follows you to your room, reaching out to grab your arms when you almost trip but you manage to balance yourself. he opens the door and turns on the lights for you. “why were you with him to begin with?”

“oh, you don’t know?” and you turn around with eyes wide open as he shakes his head like a deer in the headlight. “he asked me out,” 

sunghoon didn’t get a single ounce of sleep last night. 

it’s your fault, clearly. had you been back earlier on the time, nothing would’ve happened. and jay— sunghoon sights at the thought of him, eyes narrowing as he grits on his pen as if he’s going to break it into two. 

“dude, are you hungry?” jake pokes sunghoon by his shoulder, dragging the latter out of his trail of thoughts. 

“what?” sunghoon shoots a blank look, one that makes his friend sigh in concern. afterall, it’s not everyday he sees sunghoon chewing on a pen. “i’m not,”

“you’ve been out of it since the morning,”

and sunghoon has been out of it since jay’s name fell from your lips. 

he’s not your friend, definitely not the first guy you’ve called by his name after sunghoon. but something doesn’t sit right. even after tossing and turning in bed for the whole night, he can’t figure out what bothers him more— the fact you said jay is better than him, or the fact that he asked you out on a date.

it’s the first one, he convinces himself. who you date is none of his business, he can’t be arsed enough to care about your love life or relationship status. ( although, he does care a little because he’s nosy. ) what bothers him more is that jay is, to put it in simple words, a player. all that face and no empathy for emotions is a waste, and to think you don’t know this— or maybe you do and yet still chose to go out with him, is beyond sunghoon’s comprehension. 

“what do you think about jay?” he asks abruptly, catching jake’s attention, looking at him a little too intently for an answer. 

“he’s a nice guy,” a casual reply before he gets back to his assignment before jake looks back at sunghoon with newly found interest. “he turned in my spanish essay last week, oh and drove me back from the bar a few days ago after you ditched me. why?”

sunghoon simply shakes his head, getting back to his books even though his focus is nowhere near studies. at this point, he doesn’t know if it’s jay distracting him or you. even your words keep playing over and over again in the back of his head. jay and nice in the same sentence doesn’t seem fit. sure, he helps his friends and drops his girl back home, but that’s only three days before there’s a new girl in his arms. 

002. RUNNING OUT OF SANITY

sunghoon doesn’t hear the door click open when you come back from your classes, too busy in the balcony while humming a tune that you recognise immediately. you take off your shoes, noticing how he taps his foot along with the melody, and it’s quiet in the apartment, apart from the sound of traffic and wind rustling through the trees around.

“i don’t like people who smoke,” smoking is not on your list of likes, but you find yourself next to sunghoon whenever he’s with a cigarette. just like now, when you return from yet another one of your dates— or meet-ups as you prefer to call it right now— with jay. it wasn’t really planned. you bumped into him after classes and he was on his way back home, so you asked him for a coffee. 

he almost jumps at your sudden voice but manages to compose himself, scowing at the distaste in your expression before scoffing, the cigarette still dancing between his lips. “good think, i’m not looking forward to be liked by you,”

he studies the frown on your face, glares as if your eyes are shooting daggers in his direction. it’s amusing to him how easy it is to get on your nerves. he leans against the metal railings, hair falling over his forehead. his eyes stay on your for a few seconds before he holds the cigarette between his index and middle finger, putting it away from his mouth and blowing out the smoke in your directions. he laughs mockingly when you step back, fanning out the smoke with your hands, cursing under your breath.

“are you crazy?!” you exclaim in annoyance, coughing slightly at his poor attempt at entertainment. your frown deepens when he mumbles a quiet apology although not meaning it, from the looks of it, and lifts the cigarette back to his lips. 

“you’re back early,” he states casually, tapping the cigarette butt and watching the ash fall down from the balcony before a taunting chortle falls off his lips. “did jay dump your ass or something?”

your nose scrunches up at his actions, although mostly at the tobacco you can still smell in your air. you look down at the road, watching a mercedes passing by. “no, he had to go somewhere so he left early,”

“i knew it! he’s good for nothing,” and he drops the cigarette to the floor, crushing it with his foot even though at the back of his mind, he knows you’re going to yell at him for cleaning that up. “what kind of guy can’t even spend time with his girlfriend?”

“we’re not dating,”

“that’s worse!” he emphasises, and a pause follows as he looks at you with a confused expression. “wait— didn’t you say he asked you out?”

“he did, but he said he wants to wait until exams are over,” there’s a hint of displeasure in your voice. his eyes travel down to your fingers, especially the ring you’re fiddling with before they’re back on your face when you speak again. “we just decided to hang out,”

he practically scoffs at your words, quite literally in disbelief. a knowing sigh comes out of his mouth as he stands straight, this time standing with his back against the railing, feeling the cold metal though his thin white t-shirt. a part of him wants to laugh at your stupidity and point at how naive you are, while another part of him wants to find jay and beat him to pulp. he doesn’t know why there’s anger pooling in his stomach at the mere thought of jay just messing around with you. 

“what a sick bastard,” he huffs with a tincture of annoyance in his tone. “how much do you want to bet he’s playing with you?”

“you’re the one who’s sick,” and even though it clicks with him that you’re referring to a few minutes earlier when he smoked all in your face, sunghoon still frowns when you call him sick. “he’s just prioritising his studies, there’s nothing wrong with that. at least he doesn’t smoke while being all up my face,”

you two just bask in silence after that.

he doesn’t have much to say— actually he does, but he doesn’t know how to put it in a decent, coherent way. of course, your reaction won’t be the most pleasant if he told you he wants to punch jay’s good for nothing handsome face. he wonders what you’re thinking when he looks over at you. you seem happy whenever you talk about your supposed ‘future boyfriend,’ yet it’s evident that you’re upset. he likes to think you’re having your doubts too. it's reassuring to him for some reason— because that’s good for you, of course. if you’re upset, you have your doubts, and if you have your doubts you might not fall victim to whatever sick game jay is playing. 

“oh, actually, he doesn’t smoke,” but then you speak in a matter-of-fact way, as if comparing him to jay before giving him a mocking smile. “he’s better than you,”

those words ring in his mind for a good while. 

you go back inside and he hears you shut the door to your room as an annoyed sigh falls off his lips. hearing that jay is nice from jake was another thing, but hearing to say he’s better than him leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. and he doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way, these little changes in how he usually is, it’s new. it’s frustrating him out. 

it isn’t until his phone vibrates that he’s dragged out of his ocean of thoughts. his brows furrow when he notices the time, having realised that he basically wasted the entire noon even though he didn’t attend classes after giving heeseung an excuse that he’s sick. his eyes squint at the sender, and then a groan escaping his lips when he opens to read it. 

noh chaeun  4:15pm hoon! my last two classes have been cancelled are you up for some coffee?

sunghoon doesn’t reply, rather leaving his classmate’s messages on seen, too bothered by his inner turmoil to spend time with her. it’s not like him to be this way, to be so bothered over something that doesn’t concern him. you’re definitely not someone so significant and jay is definitely not the first guy you’re with. in fact, he has seen you kiss that guy from one of your classes— as much as he hates to recall that incident now— and had sneaked up to tell your mother about it over the phone when she had called you.

you’ve never had a serious relationship, not after meeting him. in his head, you always came back to him and he’d be lying if he hadn’t joked about it with his friends during the initial few weeks after you had moved in. when he had mentioned to jake that you’re pretty and his friend had teased him a few days later, saying his ‘crush��� was with this other guy, sunghoon, did in fact, say he doesn’t care because you always come back to him; or rather his apartment, actually, but whatever fits the joke. 

that day, he had a good laugh out of it and the joke died back then itself, more so after he started complaining about you to his friends. your habits, your actions, the things you say that tick him off, your quirky and quick remarks— everything. perhaps, even about your habit of arriving late on weekends from parties and ruining his sleep because you forget the key most of the time, so he has to wake up and open the door for you, but not guys, never guys. 

it hurts his head to even try and figure it out, to find the reasoning behind the pang in his chest every time you mention jay. he likes to think it’s just harmless competition although for no reason, even though both of them have done plenty of things to piss each other off just for the fun of it. sunghoon thinks he can live with it and walks back inside to the living room, until he sees you walking out of your room on phone with someone, the name of he who shall be mentioned rolling off your tongue again, and he finally pulls out his phone with a frustrated sigh. 

sunghoon  4:21pm sure, i’ll pick you up in ten

“actually, my mom wants to invite your family over for dinner this weekend,” the girl in front of him speaks with a smile after muttering a quiet thank you to the waiter after he gets their order. “she’s very grateful  for the donation your dad made for our art gallery and wants to thank properly,”

“talk to my parents, then,” it’s a simple reply, too bland and forced for her liking.

sunghoon hasn’t spared her a single look in the past ten minutes that they’ve been sitting together at the table. firstly, he doesn’t know why he drove to a restaurant when she asked for a coffee. it’s not even close to dinner time, and the awkward yet sweet smile on her face didn’t make it better for him, so he ordered starters and drinks to drag their little impromptu dinner out. 

“sunghoon, to be honest,” chaeun tries to strike up a conversation again, despite the constant lack of effort from his side. “i want you—”

“hey, isn’t that jongseong?” and he cuts her off immediately, finger pointing outside the glass panes beside them as he stares in the direction behind her with brows knit together in shock. “who’s that with her?”

“jongseong?” she repeats the name before turning her head, forming an ‘o’ when she spots a familiar figure through the multitude on the streets. “ah, that’s myung jihye. she has been pursuing him for a while. i guess he finally agreed,”

“they’re dating?!” his voice is full of surprise and disbelief unlike hers, so seemed to be happy for the girl instead. he stares outside with a heavy silence as the couple disappears between the crowd before looking at the girl in front of him.

“oh, i wouldn’t say that…i don’t know but it’s possible they are.” it doesn’t miss her attention how sunghoon’s fingers tighten around the fork. “everybody in our major knows jihye has crush on him and they’re probably a thing by now,”

and he wishes you were here with him right now so that he could show you the true colours of the dear guy you’ve been going out with, the one who’s supposedly ‘better’ than him. he wants you to realise that his words weren’t false and he isn’t sick, after all, and if you’d cry, he would be down to tell you it’s not the end of the world. that there are a hundred other guys better than jay, ones who won’t even breathe in front of another woman, who’d treat you better— hell, i can treat you better if you ever give me a chance— and then a pause in his train of thoughts.

he looks at chaeun, who’s looking back at him with a perplexed look and her own set of questions. his mind replays those words yet again, and he screams internally.

what the heck?!

surprisingly enough, sunghoon has been thinking about jay for the whole evening now, obviously not in a good way. his eyes keep travelling to the knife stand on the kitchen island occasionally and every single time, he has to convince himself that murder is not the right answer to anything. 

for some reason, he can’t stop imagining your smiles while on date with jay. not that he has ever seen those— wish i could— as he slaps himself out of his state of mind yet again. not only that man is playing with you but on jihye who’s apparently his girlfriend? he lets out the ugliest scoff known to mankind, because in sunghoon’s head, jay is a sick joke made by biology.

he waits for you to return from your shopping spree for about an hour, having beer as a company. he tries to stay awake although his eyes get droopy, and then every ounce of sleep leaves his body when he hears the door unlock. 

“yn,” he practically jumps out of the couch, it almost scares you. he accidentally bumps into the living room table on the way, knocking an empty can of beer to the floor but too busy to bother picking it up. “i have to tell—” his eyes go down to the eleven shopping bags in your hands, as he counts them. “— wait, what did you shop so much for?” 

“oh, i have to attend a family wedding next month,” his chest feels warm when he sees you smiling and looking so excited, and it’s making him go crazy on the inside because he doesn’t know what is happening to him. for some reason, he starts imagining you in a gown, like the one you wore for the fresher’s party, but then he forces his mind to get back to the point. “i’m thinking of asking jay to be my date,”

and his heart drops down to his stomach.

this has to be a fucking joke, and he tells himself. for a split second, he thinks he didn’t hear you properly. maybe you said jake because, well, jake did tweet a ‘date for rent’ form five months ago when he needed money to buy tickets for a post malone concert that cost more than his gentle monster glasses ( not that he got any money but at least they got a good laugh out of it. ) 

you remove your shoes and put the shopping bags on the couch before sitting down as well, letting out a heavy sigh. “you look like you saw a ghost,”

“a ghost would’ve been better,” he catches you looking at him when he mumbles under his breath, sort of grateful you didn’t hear him before sunghoon would rather not have another argument with you over how jay is not only a bad choice, he’s the worst choice. 

he looks over at you when you pull out your phone, fingers fluttering over the screen as you text someone with a giddy smile. he considers telling you what he had seen earlier, but god, he loved to see you smile like that. the way you press your lips together to suppress a grin, looking ever so happy as if you have won a lottery. he doesn’t think you’ve ever smiled like that at him, and it aggravates him even more when he realises that you probably smile like that every time you see jay. 

jay is getting everything he isn’t deserving of, and it pisses sunghoon off down to his bones. 

but again, he can’t bring himself to tell you the truth. you look too happy for your own good, it pains him physically to even imagine your reaction when you’ll come to know the truth. and then he pulls himself together, telling himself that it is your fault in the first place to trust someone like jay and ignore the warning signs he was giving you. 

in the end, he leaves without having any further conversations with you, going to bed two hours earlier than usual even though he knows he isn’t going to get any sleep. sunghoon is convinced he’s losing his mind, faster than a day ago actually. he lets out a frustrated groan and covers himself with his blanket, hoping to catch some sleep. 

it’s going to be yet another long day tomorrow.

003. A CHANGE OF STANCE

sunghoon thinks you’re hot.

what the fuck?

“i asked something,” you remind, pulling him out of his trail of thoughts and he flinches slightly, making your brows furrow in confusion. “how do i look?”

“huh— what? oh,” he takes in your appearance again. hair down, make up done— you’re wearing your favourite lip tint? and the best dress he has seen you in so far, looking so mind blowing it actually blows his mind and short circuits his brain. 

even your favourite lip tint … sunghoon doesn’t know why he’s looking at your lips in the first place but little does he know he’s fucked. 

absolutely. completely. fucked.

nonetheless, he manages to compose himself, clearing his throat and sitting up ever so elegantly on the couch, legs crossed, the magazine still in his hands. “you look…t-terrific,” 

you can’t help but get even more confused at his words, wondering if it was a bad idea to even ask him for his opinion, even though you play along. “like in a good way or a bad way?”

“in a terrific way,” he blurts out, eyes wide open as panic settles in slowly inside his stomach, and he’s stuttering, shocked, surprised, fucked, again. “you look terrific in a terrific way…so terrifically terrific in the most terrific way possible,” 

“are you high?” 

well, he would say he is! never in the two years that he has known you did sunghoon think he’d find himself floored, figuratively, and speechless, literally, at the sight of you. and he’s not saying you look bad on other days. you look good, in fact. good as in plain and presentable, but never in a good good way and definitely not in a hot way, of course. 

“anyway, i’m going out. receive my parcel for me if it arrives,” you move to put on your shoes, taking a few seconds to pick between the two you think would suit your outfit. for a moment, you consider asking him to help you choose— as you look at him up and down peripherally, and he looks terrified. and you shrug it off, grabbing one of your loafers.

“where are you going?” he asks after a good minute of silence, sounding calmer than earlier as he gets off the couch and walks up to you. his nose scrunches up in disapproval as your hands move to one of your jimmy choos for a brief second, before you decide to go back to your initial pick.

“date,” he takes a moment to register your words, despite this happening many times.

a date. he scoffs softly, looking away, arms crossed. 

a date, again. sunghoon doesn’t give a fuck. 

“with jay,” you continue, this time with a sweet smile on your face that makes his heart flutter for some reason. maybe, he does give a fuck. 

now, sunghoon should feel bad for his fellow friend of a friend because he’s on a date with you, but instead he wants to snap his neck in two. the name is starting to give him an ick— jay this, jay that. you’re hanging out with jay, having coffee with jay, going on a date with jay, shopping with jay, next would be going to bed with jay— he pauses immediately, shaking his head. he doesn’t really like the sound of that.

“whatever,” he tells himself when you walk out of that door, looking all pretty and excited. he doesn’t know why he’s getting so worked up over a date, that too with someone who— according to sunghoon and chaeun— is dating someone else. he would pay to see you back home all miserable and he would point fingers at you and laugh, saying he told you already while you had your conscience and rationality clogged up with the possibility of getting dicked down. 

but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re on a date with jay fucking park. and you’re looking hot. 

he sighs, slouching back on the couch, looking outside at the bright blue skies and then sighs again. he needs to be lobotomized.

it’s three in the noon and sunghoon is drowning himself in misery and pity. and soju.

a glass after another and then another, along with two empty bottles already on the table. even the owners are giving him a weird look and heeseung can only let him ruin his reputation so much.

“there, there,” the senior takes the half empty bottle of soju from his hand and puts it aside, sighing pitifully at sunghoon. “that’s enough for today. you need to stop drinking,”

“heeseung,” sunghoon looks up at the guy in front of him, looking horribly pitiful, eyes a bit unfocused from the alcohol settling in his system. “do you know yn?”

and heeseung pauses for a few moments, not knowing what prompted him to ask this question. more so when you and heeseung went to the same highschool and even were in the music club. he nods slightly in doubt, raising his glass to his lips. “of course,”

“do you think he’s pretty?”

“of course,”

“do you think she’s hot?”

“of course,” it takes heeseung quite a few seconds to respond and sunghoon sort of wants to punch him in the face for agreeing because he feels a certain way when others find you hot— but he would claim it’s soju giving him heartburns. “why are you even asking this suddenly?”

“she went on a date with jay,” he responds in the most miserable and sullen voice known to mankind. his shoulders practically slouching at the mention of he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned, finger tracing the rim of the glass in front of him with incoherent whines falling off his lips.

“so what?” jake interjects, beckoning the owner for yet another bottle for soju. it was necessary, as heeseung had warned earlier while arriving at the restaurant, considering sunghoon’s impromptu text about wanting to meet up. 

“jake, did you hear what i said? she’s on a date with jay. park. jong. seong,” the youngest spells out every syllable, sitting up straight as he gets defensive. “she thinks he’s madly in love with her or something but she’s wrong! the day i went out with chaeun, i saw him with jihye and guess what? chaeun said everyone knows they’re a thing but apparently, yn doesn’t know this. i’ve told her so many times that he is not worth it but she won’t understand she’s fucking dumb oh my god,”

and…silence.

absolute fucking maddening silence that made sunghoon go even more insane before jake finally decides to speak, albeit in disbelief. 

“that monologue was unnecessary,” the foreigner pours in another glass for the three of them, filling them up completely, knowing this is going in a new direction yet a one that has been anticipated by both him and heeseung. “besides, since when do you care about her?”

“she’s my roommate,”

“you like her,” heeseung exclaims, and silence follows again for a few seconds before sunghoon gasps scandalously, slamming his glass down on the table which turns a few heads in their direction as jake mutters an embarrassed apology for it.

“i don’t,” sunghoon speaks in a voice much calmer than his previous tone, even leaning in towards the table to put emphasis on his words. jake pours himself another glass, scoff at his words while shaking his head mockingly which only pisses him off more.

“i knew this would happen,” heeseung continues, stating it as a matter of fact while nudging jake to pour him a glass as well. “saw this coming from a mile away when you cried over her going on a blind date the last time you got drunk,”

he can’t point out when that must’ve happened, but he doesn’t refute his words, simply letting his eyes travel across the room for a few moments. the frown on his lips deepens when he meets jake’s knowing gaze as he gets defensive once again. “i’m telling you, i don’t like her,”

“you said that about hello kitty but she’s everywhere in your room now,” he turns his phone with the screen up when he feels jake’s eyes on it, or particularly on the hello kitty sticker on his phone cover as the boy nudges him for another glass. “go on, you’ll need it.”

and sunghoon does, drinking more than he usually does thanks to jake filling his glass again and again for the sake of his sob story. the cab drops him in front of his apartment and he stumbles his way to the elevator. the silence sobers him out for some reason as he leans against the walls of the elevator and thinks about you.

perhaps you’re still with jay, sharing smiles and stories, kisses if you’re brave enough. he likes to think you are not, that you would chicken out— it makes him feel better about himself. he imagines you holding hands with him and then shrugs that thought off his mind just as quickly, huffing at the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth as he walks out of the elevator once it reaches his floor.

sunghoon planned to take a shower and sleep, but every thought water downs to nothing when he spots you crouching next to the door with knees pressed up to your chest. he can’t see your face, but he knows you’re sad, and it makes him stop in front of you, his heart accelerating when you look up at him with glistening eyes.

you look miserable.

and sunghoon has no reaction. he’s frozen, hands on his side as he stares at you. he was supposed to laugh at you for your stupidity. but you look so utterly sad and heart broken, god, he wants to punch jay in his throat. yet again, every single thought leaves his mind when his eyes fall back on your face, his hands instinctively opening out to you as he speaks in a voice as soft as a feather.

“let’s go inside,”

004. CANDLELIT 

“he said it was a bet,” you speak over the silence, fiddling with your fingers. you look up at sunghoon— who’s sitting with legs crossed in front of you while you’re curled up in one corner of the couch. “and that he never meant to drag it out for so long but he didn’t know how to tell me,”

“a bet?” he scoffs bitterly, looking away for a fraction of a second before his eyes are back on you. “what an asshole,” 

it’s not the first time sunghoon has said that. in fact, asshole is all and the only word he uses to define jay. you still think it was a stretch, for jay isn’t that bad. sure, he lied to you and played with your feelings— which you will never accept that you had feelings for him because you don’t want to look pathetic— but he wasn’t rude. well, at least he paid for all the three dates you two went on with the locations being some high end restaurants or bakeries. 

on the other hand, sunghoon stares at you in silence. his eyes trace over your sullen face, and then to your fingers. for a second, he considers holding your hands…roommates can do that at least, right? to comfort one another, but then he catches you looking up at him and he averts his gaze to a distant corner. “don’t start crying now!”

“i’m not! i didn’t even like him that much…” and he can’t help but suppress his smile at the pout on your face as you refuse to look at him. it’s adorable, he never thought he would ever say that, but it’s true. your mannerisms are cute, you’re cute, and it’s eating his brain cells.

“is that so? you talked about him like you two were in love or something,”

“stop it!”

he stares at you quietly for a few seconds again. even though you’re being defensive out of embarrassment right now, trying to prove to him that you’re not heartbroken, sunghoon knows you’ll be crying the moment you’re behind the closed doors of your room. on other days, he wouldn’t care so much. not more than giving a few pats on a back and telling you to suck it up despite the concern in his voice. today, however, he feels differently.

you got played. it’s your heart that’s broken. you feel like a fool, and yet sunghoon is sitting in front of you, trying to find words amidst awkwardness and hesitation. his heart feels heavy for you. it’s unfathomable on his part.

he suddenly remembers the day you mentioned that jay is better than him. he almost scoffs at that, again. well, you might harbour feelings for the american guy but at least sunghoon never had you holding back your tears. and he swears it would never come to that, if you ever have feelings for him because sunghoon would be a better boyfriend— and then he comes back to his senses as soon as those words register inside his brain, cheeks heating up at the sudden thought before he clears his throat. 

“do you want ramen?” he manages to change the topic ever so swiftly, getting up from the couch and already walking to the kitchen without waiting for your response. apparently, getting away from you would ease his heartbeat, although hearing your voice has just as much effect on him as your presence or a mere thought of you.

“are you cooking?”

he lets out a breathy laugh at your words, getting two packs of ramen from the shelf. “of course, do you think i’d ask you to cook when you look like you went through a divorce and lost the custodies of all your three kids?” 

you frown at his words, although ending up laughing at them just a second later. it’s hard to not laugh at how silly he is sometimes, if you ignore his annoying tendencies. sunghoon puts the water to boil, fighting back a smile at the sound of your laughter. it’s better than seeing you all sad over a guy who doesn’t deserve you.

you get off the couch as well, making your way to the kitchen, wanting to help him since he listened to your sob story. it’s quiet, and you hear slight rumbling outside as you take a quick look at the weather outside through the windows and then within a few seconds, thunder pierces through the silence hanging in the room. 

sunghoon flinches visibly, freezing in his stance before the sound of heavy rain fills the kitchen. he turns on the electric stove and it blows out. all the lights in the apartment go out, darkness settling in and disturbed just as quickly as the room fills with bright flashes of light, illuminating your face for a short second before it’s dark again.

“wait, i’ll get my phone— oh,” you reach out for the back pocket of your trousers, quickly get your phone and turn it on for the flash light before it powers off. “out of battery,”

he takes a blind step into the darkness when it thunders again and he notices you standing with your arms around yourself when the light surges in the room for a moment again. he hopes you won’t push him away if he puts his arm around you, but then you two bump into each other. a quiet apology finds its way out of your lips, and he can tell you’re flustered. 

“where are the candles?” he asks to distract you from the fact that he’s holding your hand and pulling you aside gently, so you don’t crash into each other again. your hands feel oddly warm in this cold weather, and it only flutters his heart even more.

“second shelf from the right i think,” your voice is interrupted by thunder again and your hands instinctively tighten around his fingers. and then a loud thud follows, causing you to gasp slightly. “are you okay?”

“i can’t fucking see,” his voice is strained, oozing off pain as he lets go off your hands. you open your mouth to speak before he bumps into something again. something falls off the counter, perhaps the spoon by the sound of it and he apologises shortly after. it’s harder to navigate around his own apartment, more than he had imagined.

sunghoon manages to find the candles, setting them on the counter with pure intuition before lighting one of it up with the lighter he always carries around in his pocket. he turns around, almost bumping into you and before he could say anything, he sees you pressed up against one of the counters, face illuminated by the dim candle light. 

you’re close, too close, he’s afraid you can hear his heart going crazy at the proximity. his mind is telling him to step aside but he’s too lost looking in your eyes, ( as you are too ) with you looking so impossibly beautiful under the faint golden glow. 

“is this okay?” he whispers softly and you simply nod, not a word coming out of your mouth as you find yourself entranced by his face. sunghoon has always been aphrodite’s son, as his admirers would call him, and now that you’re seeing him so closely, you’re realising he’s something much more beautiful.

it doesn’t slip your attention how his gaze settles on your lips for a quick second, your body tensing up at the sudden movement. your breath hitches as he leans closer, dipping his head down. your heart is racing while he feels like his heart has stopped— it’s timeless, as he finds himself just a few centimetres away from your lips, not wanting to stop even though he gives you a chance to pull back, whispering softly, “can i?”

you nod. and sunghoon doesn’t waste another second, capturing your lips with his. 

it’s still at first, with your lips only pressed up together for a few seconds. it’s only a few seconds after he pulls back ever so slightly, and then tilts his head to the other side and goes in for another kiss, this time moving his lips slowly against yours. he feels you tense up for a brief while and then melting as you kiss him back, your fingers lacing around his tenderly. you flinch when it thunders again, breaking the kiss, but feeling shivers down your spine as you feel his breath on your lips. 

he takes a few seconds, fingers ghosting up your hands to rest on your waist, tugging you closer as he brushes his lips against yours. “focus on my lips,”

and he kisses you again, this time a bit more firmly, albeit it’s slow and gentle at first, his lips moving against yours in a way that's both comforting and exciting. but as the moments pass, he presses in deeper, more insistently. he lets his body press more firmly against yours, his chest touching yours as his tongue gently teases at the seam of your lips. it was working, the way his lips move against yours, it calms your nerves from the thunder but lights them up again when he nibbles gently on your lower lip, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he continues to kiss you so fervently. 

it takes a passing second for you to realise what you’re doing. it surprises you, however not enough to pull back, or maybe the way his tongue feels against yours stops you from doing so. you’d be lying if you say you hadn’t thought of kissing him before— as early as two days after moving in. and now that you’re actually kissing him, everything feels like a fever dream.

he tucks your chin up with his fingers, pulling you in closer to deepen the kiss. he is a good kisser, sunghoon uses that to boast about himself, he has always been good at this— kissing, bragging, making your knees weak, and all you could do was melt into him wet and sloppy kisses that he plants on your skin. 

he dips his head down to your neck, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pulling your blouse aside to get a better access to your collarbones and shoulders. it felt like his body has a mind of its own, and he’s only following right behind. when a soft gasp leaves your lips, he moves back to your lips again, wanting to swallow every little sound you make that makes his mind haywire. 

your breaths are heavy, hands around his neck with fingers grazing the skin of his nape. a movement that makes him moan softly in the kiss as he presses you against the counter, holding you between his arms. his hand that's resting on your hip moves up, tracing the curve of your waist and then sliding under your shirt to rest on your bare skin, lips curling up in a subtle smirk as he hears you gasp yet again. 

“sunghoon—” you pull back, getting a quick glance at his half-lidded eyes when the lightning from the thunderstorm fills the room. he can still feel your laboured breathing on his lips and it does nothing but pull him in even more. after all, sunghoon would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine doing this with you.

“we’ll stop,” he pecks your lips, then trailing his lips down your jawline and to your neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your skin. “when the candle goes out,” 

005. WHERE THE LINE FADES

when sunghoon wakes up the next morning, he’s met with cold empty sheets on the side and the memories from last night start flooding his mind. his heartbeat accelerates at the mere thought of you, especially how you were last night and every time his name fell off your lips in bliss and pleasure— he would’ve preferred waking up to you rather than emptiness. 

he lays idly for a few minutes and stares at the ceiling, looking for where it all had started. was it the day you told him jay asked you out? maybe not, he doesn’t like to think of himself as a jealous person. it must’ve been when you asked for his opinion on your outfit, he tells himself, you looked too good to be true that day. a few seconds more and he sits up with a soft groan, seemingly unable to find answers to any of his questions.

the weather seems to have improved as he notices the cosy sunlight outside. he slips on this shirt before walking down to the shared bathroom, rubbing his eyes softly and brushing his fingers through his hair with a sigh. he puts his hand on the door knob and looking up in surprise when it opens on the other side.

“oh,” the slight hint of shyness on your face doesn’t escape his gaze, just like how enchanting you look this early in the morning with hair wet from the shower. you bite slightly on your lower lip before the awkwardness in the air is disturbed by your voice. “morning,”

actually, it must’ve all started the day you moved in.

“morning,” he replies back, rubbing his nape and looking away. the weight of questions lingering around makes it hard for him to look in your eyes. “would you like to have breakfast?”

you nod and follow him into the kitchen after making a short trip to your room. 

you steal a few glances at him while eating your breakfast, feeling your palms sweat at the thought of bringing it up to him. you avoid it for a few minutes, tossing the question around in your head while trying to make small talks about the ketchup, as bad as it could get. it feels a bit suffocating until you finally decide to address the elephant in the room. “so about last night—” 

“it was a mistake,” he cuts you off immediately, a heavy pause following shortly after. he looks up in your eyes for the first time since the morning. “let’s just forget it,”

and his words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. it could’ve been just another one night stand for you had it not been with sunghoon— your roommate, the person you see everyday, the person who managed to give you butterflies the day you moved in. your fingers tighten around the spoon and you consider arguing back for a moment before you push that idea further back in your head.

it could be just another thing added to the lists of things that have been buried, like the time you and sunghoon almost kissed in the elevator last year.

“right,” you nod quietly, convincing yourself that it’s not a big deal. that he’s just another guy in your life like jay. actually, you don’t feel like wanting to compare them anymore. you don’t know where the line marking the difference fades. “of course, yeah,”

you don’t even like the sound of that.

“yeah,”

you don’t wait another minute before leaving your unfinished breakfast on the table and going to your room. his eyes follow your movements, conscience nudging him to chase after you. he contemplates it for a while, and then you walk out with your bag. “i’ll see you after classes,”

and then sunghoon doesn’t see you for the rest of the morning.

or the day, in fact. usually, you two end up bumping into each other at least once, but sunghoon doesn’t see you around for the whole day. he skips spanish, deciding to go back to his apartment earlier than usual. he turns on the tv, deciding to watch a football watch with beer on the side while waiting for you. an hour passes, then another, and another.

there’s no sign of you.

it isn’t until he rings up a few of your friends that he hears that you’re staying over at giselle’s for the night. he wouldn’t blame you, couldn’t, not after everything that went down a night ago. you needed some space and so did he, but somewhere inside he wondered if he should’ve been honest with you when you brought up that topic during breakfast instead of saying the first thing that came to his mind and dismissing it.

but, he dismisses it again, letting you be on your own for as long as you need, knowing you’d come back soon.

which you do, the very next day, much to his surprise. he had expected you to avoid him for at least a week. he notices the way you look when you return early in the morning, tired and exhausted as if you hadn’t got a single ounce of sleep. there’s silence engulfing him but you walk to your room before he could even open his mouth to speak. and then you ignore him for the rest of the day.

he starts feeling annoyed at some point, trying to come up with a reason for your actions. he tries striking up conversations with you and you give short responses, or just nod. when you walk away without answering him when he asked about your day, sunghoon wanted to grab your wrist and pull you back for a second, but he dismisses that idea just as soon as it pops up in his head. he doesn’t even realise how quickly time passes in silence, not until he returns from heeseung’s apartment after spending two nights and one day with him and jake and checks his phone, realising it’s already close to being a week till you’re gone radio silent. he notices a few texts, mostly his study group that have been planning meet-ups to study, one that he rarely attends. his eyes especially squint in confusion at the texts from your mother, saying she had been trying to get in touch with you but getting no response. 

he was on his way to his room when he heard the door unlock. a pause, the click of the doorknob strikes through the silence, followed by your footsteps. he takes a few seconds to sort out his thoughts before speaking. “your mom texted me since you weren’t picking up her phone,”

“my phone died,” you give a simple response, almost too quickly for his liking. he lets his eyes follow your movements as you take off your shoes and jacket, putting it on the couch. 

it takes him back to the day you told him about jay asking you out. 

it was exactly the same— you arrived late, your phone had died. he was asking the same questions, albeit laced with annoyance. today, it’s hesitation, maybe slight doubt. sunghoon can’t stop you from seeing jay, but the idea of you being with him bothers him more than expected. so, he follows up with yet another question. 

“where have you been?” he asks, wanting to maintain a casual demeanour even though his heart is pounding in his chest just from being near you. he isn’t expecting any response, actually, however he’s met with surprise when you actually reply. 

“with jay,” the words fall from your mouth as if you’re used to them, used to saying his name. there’s an awkward pause before you clarify. “we had dinner together. he wanted to apologise properly,”

“that’s— that’s great,” he manages to squeeze out, but sunghoon thinks jay could’ve left you alone instead of meeting you if he wanted to apologise so bad.

you definitely had feelings for jay, even though they didn’t go as deep for you to come home sobbing your eyes out the day you learnt the truth. to sunghoon, that is enough of a reason to hate him even more. just the mere thought of your heart sinking whenever you’d even think of jay made him fist his hands, nails almost digging in the palm of his hands. 

sunghoon doesn’t have much experience with girls. in fact, none at all. flings are one thing, and girlfriends another. he has had both— none too serious. the first time someone asked him out was in highschool, although he’s surprised it didn’t happen much earlier. that time, just agreed to go out with her because his friends were in relationships too and he didn’t want to fall behind. it wasn’t soon before it turned into a competition after he got into university. not his best self, it isn’t something he’s proud of now that he thinks about it. 

and sunghoon isn’t half better than jay in that aspect, although obviously not as bad as to bet on going on a date with another girl while he already has a girlfriend. however, if you had feelings for him— as he thinks while watching you walk to your room— he wouldn’t let a single tear fall from your lips. 

“about that night,” he follows you into your room, practically hearing his heartbeat echo through his ears. he gulps nervously when he notices you looking at him with a sliver of hope in your eyes. “it wasn’t a mistake,”

“oh,” and you stop in your tracks, having no idea how to respond. an awkward pause follows as you bite your lower lip habitually before speaking, feigning a casual tone. “well, we can still put it behind—”

“i don’t want to,” he blurts out, cutting you off mid sentence. you notice how his voice is quiet as always, yet there’s panic and anxiousness behind those eyes. “i mean, i tried to, but it’s difficult. you’re always on my mind,”

there’s a silver of determination behind his voice. it’s surprising and equally anticipated. sometimes, he feels like he thinks of you every minute no matter what he’s doing. it was never this bad, these days even the regular banters between you two give him butterflies. and sunghoon understand that he might be far from your type in men. perhaps, you actually prefer someone like jay, who treat you to a fancy dinner to apologise, or maybe that guy from a few months ago who can’t remember the name of. 

you and sunghoon can be polar opposites and he would still be standing here, fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of his denim jacket, looking so uncharacteristically out of place. he would choose to have this talk again, as much as he hates confronting, because it never about who your type is and always about the fact that you’re sunghoon’s type— as he realises this when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, looking at him with lips pressed together. you look cute, more so when you’re awkward, and he can’t believe he’s coming to terms with this but god, he is falling for you. 

he is falling hard, and falling deep. it’s nothing like him, you make him nervous, almost as if knocking him out of air whenever your eyes meet, and he would gladly suffocate to death. it was quiet with too many questions hanging above his head, and he noticed the way you fiddle with your fingers with the cutest expression known to mankind and sunghoon knew he was screwed. 

“i’ve got it so bad for you, yn, really,” —he speaks as if he’s out of breath due to the nervousness— “really bad. i tried to keep you out of here,” he said, pointing at his chest, cheeks flushing red as the words fell off his lips. “but you won’t go, you just won’t.”

and sunghoon has never been so…out of place, for the lack of better words. it’s amusing, even to you, the way he is right now. the sunghoon from three weeks ago wouldn’t even care but he, now, is pouring out all of himself, as if stripping him naked of his emotions and letting him see what lies behind the suave smiles and prideful words. as if showing you how easily you have him going crazy, right out of his mind and how he can’t help but just stare blankly as his eyes travel down to your lips occasionally— as they do now— and it leaves you in a frenzy when you notice it. 

“i can’t stop thinking about that night— not in a weird way, just…” and you’re just standing in front of him, trying not to laugh at his antics. he’s cute, a pause, what the fuck. and then you just go along with it, knowing there’s no point denying it anymore now that you two are having this conversation.

you notice his little mannerisms, like how he can’t look in your eyes for the life in him, how he keeps shifting his weight from one leg to the other. it’s adorable, especially the way he can have all the attention in the room with just his mere presence. that’s sunghoon for you, with a presence so heavy it’s loud even when he’s silent. it’s so loud you can practically hear his mind, of all the words you know he wants to say but can’t. there’s a hitch in his breath, his eyes meet yours for the first time in the past few minutes— i like you— they say, and the next thing sunghoon knows is that you’re kissing him. 

“i like you too,” you whisper against his lips after pulling back, your lips brushing against his. sunghoon feels like every single nerve in his body has been sparked, giving him goosebumps when you slowly intertwine your fingers with his.

of course, you know how he feels even before he could say it out loud. maybe, he just made it obvious for you to guess, otherwise sunghoon likes to think of himself as someone who can hide his feelings well. he lets go of your hands as soon as he feels you lace your fingers with his and instead, cups your cheeks ever so tenderly and leans down to capture your lips with his, smiling in the kiss. “i love you,”

˃ᗜ˂ : if you made it till here, i'm sending each one of u kisses >< thank u for reading, i hope u liked it. ps i had to put my heart aside and write jay's name ... never again will i put my man thru this huhu TT he's too good to do these things

[babyangelsky]

My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 5

I love this show and everyone in it so so much. I know it's going to hurt me at some point but I don't even care because right now it is giving me absolutely everything I want.

Peat Wasuthorn Chaijindar, I truly and genuinely love every single thing you do with your face.

Also! If anyone would like to be tagged in these posts every week, do let me know!

I'll say it again: one of these men does not yet realize what they signed up for and it is not Mahasamut.

Tongrak is a prickly little cactus but he does care for Mut, and I love that he got to see Tongrak get worked up on his behalf.

Hearing Vivi say her name like that shorted a circuit in my frazzled girly Mook's brain.

And Vivi knows it.

I do love Vivi. I especially love the way she looks at Mook when she's venting. She may be a menace, her strategies may be unhinged, and she may like teasing Mook a little too much, but there's so much fondness in her expression when she's with Mook. She never interrupts, she just loves listening to that girl regardless of what Mook is saying.

Also shout out to the craft services auntie who heard Mook venting and brought her a treat. I would've done the same.

"I want to take care of your life," Mut says, stopping Tongrak's annoyance dead in its tracks. Mut's sweetness and earnestness are so disarming for Tongrak and I love the little moments where we get to see it.

"Let me take care of you." I wonder if anyone has ever said that to Tongrak and meant it.

However, I will be taking that "old-timer" personally, Mut. Tongrak and I are NOT OLD.

VIVI LOVES THAT GIRL. Mook could read her the dictionary and she would be enthralled by her voice the whole time and I will be dying on this hill.

"You don't even like women." Kaimook. Be so serious right now. Look at the way she looks at you! I refuse to allow you to join me in the circus, there will be no clown behavior from you, miss ma'am.

I am so very familiar with this look. I'm sure it's been on my face for at least half my life. It's the sort of profound exhaustion only someone with a difficult family understands. Your whole day is about to be ruined by a battle you don't want with a person you despise but not fighting it is not an option. I both love and hate how dead Peat's gaze managed to be because it hit so close to home.

911, yes hello, I would like to report an imminent murder.

Mut:

I could not love these men more. Truly I could not.

This woman really thought she could roll up to Tongrak's house and start saying whatever she wanted. She really thought she could fuck around and not find out. Tongrak and his face said no and also GET A JOB. FIND SOMETHING TO DO.

Unrelated sidenote, I loathe the little tone she uses to talk to him. I hope we never see her again.

The face of a man who has found the adequate weapon in his arsenal. Also, someone actually agreed to be in a relationship with her? I'll send the poor S.O.B. a condolence card in the morning.

Peat really decided to hurt my feelings today because I know that look too. That's the expression of someone who's a hairsbreadth away from a breakdown after using up every ounce of bravery they possess. I'm surprised he didn't start crying on the stairs on the way to his bedroom.

There's so much I want to say about this scene in Tongrak's bedroom but I'll give it its own post.

All I'll say here is that it really is the littlest things, the smallest acts of kindness that end up pushing you even further over the edge. Why isn't it possible to hug someone through a screen?

Mut called Prin a diabolical brat and that's her name in Tongrak's phone and that's why they're soulmates. It's science.

THOSE ARE HEART EYES, KHUN TONGRAK. Mut is siding with you against your shitty family! THAT'S BEST BOY BEHAVIOR AND YOU KNOW IT.

Mut's just like me fr.

[cu7ie]

How big you think toman boys dicks are?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა excellent question.

cw; cock convention (you'll see), talk about dicks and balls at length. minor mentions of sex alongside.

hey I'm a 'bigger is better' kinda guy, so this is a biased as fuck list. Also this is basically a dick disambiguation, a dong dissertation; look @ me doing what no one asked for (with much love ofc).

In my mind, body, heart and soul I want to say Sano Manjiro is slanging serious cock. 

I don’t know if it’s because I am devastatingly aroused by this man or what, but baaabes the way I want to say he has a thick, fat eight incher broooo.

But I'm going to be so real, I don’t honestly think it’s that big. It's definitely longer than average; a nice six inches and thicker around the middle, got good weight to it, flushed a pretty peach pink and slightly crooked. He leans left and sticks out (points forward) when he's hard. 

MANJIRO HAS HUGE NUTS. Spiritually and sexually. He has a nice tight sack so it feels like you're holding a weighted pouch; overall, pretty penis. Would suck it, would fuck it, good allrounder. He is uncircumcised.

Second-in-command Ken Ryuguji got a lil sumn sumn he's working with, too. The thickness of his dick is pretty standard, but the boy has length. He's reaching up into places you didn't even know things could go; discovering new constellations with the way he's making you see stars.

He's a healthy 7.4 inches (and yes I am giving them decimal sizes, bite me) with a smooth ball sack (that hangs, mind you) because Draken takes care to groom himself regularly. He indulges in a little bush above his cock, but likes to keep it nice and pretty for the ladies and the gentlemen. He’s pale as opposed to pink, with a little ridge, or vein rather, that runs along the underside of his shaft. It isn’t crooked, doesn’t lean one way or the other. Draken is circumcised.

Takemichi Hanagaki has a pretty typical penis - groomed but not overly so, uncircumcised. He’s at a standard 5 inches, just shy of five n’ a half.  It’s adorable, the way it sticks straight up when he’s hard, getting angrily red at the tip as precome dribbles down the head.

Takemichi has cute nuts. They are dainty and a little hairy.

Keisuke Baji is so close to having the whole 7 inches. He stops short at about 6.9, with dark wiry black hair surrounding the base, trimming very very occasionally. It’s heavy and bobs up against his stomach whenever he’s horny. He’s also uncircumcised. His penis is a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, and its slightly redder when he’s fully hard. 

What you gotta watch out for is how thick it is! Bro can plug you up without issue, stretches holes with absolutely no problem, proper prep is mandatory just so you don’t wind up all loosey goosy when he’s finished with ya.  His balls are a tad smaller than average, nestled cutely beneath a big ol’ bully. 

Kisaki Tetta has a small dick. It’s barely 4 n’ a half; bro probably has pebbles for nuts idk. He is extremely well groomed, almost to the point of obsessive trimming and sometimes hair plucking. The enigma that is Kisaki Tetta’s genitals is most accurately referred to as a ‘chode’. The most notably girthy penis, as though to offset its uh .. longitudinaly challenged nature.

It’s cute I guess. Would look the cutest with a bow on it. Circumsized. Not tanned like the rest of his skin, a little awkwardly pale actually.

Pah-chin and Peh-yan, have roughly similar dicks. Pah-chin’s is chubby and about five inches, Peh-yan’s is a little skinnier and a little longer but not by much. Neither of them really overly care for grooming - but Pah-chin gets on the band wagon first after he meets his girlfriend (eventual wife). Peh-yan is a classic rebel w/o a cause, shaves but can’t do it well so he has some velcro feeling deal. Feels like handling a cactus. 

Pah-chin has fat balls. 

Peh-yan does not. But he has a very noticable curve to his penis; it bends to the left. Neither of them have been circumsized.

Single mother Mitsuya’s dick looks so pretty & perfect that you’re so jealous he doesn’t put himself on display for the world to see. He’s about 6.4 inches, with a juicy vein that appears on one side (left) whenever he’s about to cum. His dick is generally the same shade as the rest of him, but the tip is flushed the cutest red, a silver prince albert adorning his cock - absolutely fine piece of jewlery.

A uniform thickness up down n all around, nice succulent balls that fit perfectly in your mouth, uncircumsized. You can’t miss with that one. 

Shuji Hanma is intimidating off of his size alone. He’s on the skinnier side, but the eight mouth-watering inches he whips out of his pants would make any whore scramble to close their legs. It has a bit of a taper, thickest at it’s base and getting slightly narrow toward the head. It’s a little crooked.

 A man who cares a lot about style, he maintains a thick but very neat and symmetrical bush. His balls fit pretty snugly in the palm of your hands. They’re a little wrinkly, but not the worst you’ve ever seen.

Those bitches hang. Whenever he fucks the pap pap sound of his balls clapping the back of your ass is so prevalent its a little hypnotizing and disorienting. Hanma is circumsized. 

Mean Mr. Muto Yasuhiro is probably the biggest you’ve seen out of the line up. He stands at a polite eight point four, and though slightly bigger than Hanma he is thicker by a decent amount. Any partner of Muto’s often has trouble finding someone who can stack up - after he pounds the shape of his dick into them, nothing else can satisfy. He has an uncircumsized dick and enough foreskin that he has a noticeable hood. He shears himself all the way down, not a bush or even a lick of hair above his dick. He doesn’t do much with his balls besides trim them. Muto has a nice pair of huevos - they look like two larger than average eggs. 

Chifuyu has a cute dick, but the size he’s working with is pretty common. He’s five and some odd inches, a little skinny at the base but thick at the top. He has a very nice cockhead, perfectly shaped like a mushroom cap, looks like it might be fun to suck on. When it’s hard it bounces up against his stomach, raring to go.

I personally believe Nahoya has dick game on 100, but isn’t packing never before seen heat. He’s just shy of six inches, typical thickness… 

His balls look nice.  He’s uncircumsized but has a very minimal amount of foreskin, a nicely rounded cockhead and a slight upward curve that can really make a bitch arch their back y’kno? 

Hakkai has a big ol’ dick he’s too embarassed to do anything with. He’s seven in a half inches and worries exponentially about breaking his partners in half. The boy has girth, he’s trying to have fun, not put his honey in a hospital bed. Hakkai isn’t really wise to all that manscaping biz, but he doesn’t grow much hair down their naturally. 

His dick so heavy that it hangs down low, and honestly he’s a little embarrassed about his size. The apprehension in his partners eyes, something about it squeezes his heart in the least pleasant of ways. Phat nuts obviously (this is me we’re talking about) that rest very snugly beneath his cock. Circumsized.

Souya doesn’t think his dick is anything special because he has 0 frame of reference - what’s average, what’s small. He’s definitely bigger than average, a healthy 6.7 inches with fat nuts full of cum to boot. It’s really nice. Well proportioned, mouth watering kind of cock - with a curly little nest of hair. Emphasis on little - Souya appreciates good hygiene. 

His dick is really sensitive too. Handjobs can turn him into a whiny mess, never mind a warm mouth or a wet hole. Uncircumsized.

Sanzu has a nice seven inches, on the skinny side and wholly pale like the rest of his body. He really doesn’t know how to handle the thing, awkward instead of suave, mostly worried about getting the sensation without paying mind or merit to how to angle it to make you moan like how those pornstars he’s seen do. It frustrates him to no end, but he’s also stubborn and doesn’t like being instructed - just prefers you take it and not complain. He is circumsized. 

Last but not least, Kazutora. He’s not coming out on top, but he’s decently thick all around - not as thick as Baji but by heavens and lords above he knows how to use it. He actually prefers blowjobs to some extent so he can see and hear you gag - makes him feel much bigger. He has unremarkable balls. They exist, nothing to write home about. He has really soft hair, so when he’s ramming his cock down your throat, you don’t feel like you’re kissing a cactus - which is a nice change of pace.

He’s about 6.3 inches, and is uncircumcised. 

[atlafan]

being a fan of a show that's almost 20 years old is so wild, but avatar the last airbender made me who I am today. I wouldn't be immersed in fandom, I wouldn't be a fic writer, I wouldn't have the creativity and love for world building if it weren't for avatar

this show is a cultural phenomenon. The "not as big of a jerk as you could have been" prize? Yeah, that was atla. Cactus juice? atla. TO THE LIBRARY! atla. excessive ship wars that are still being fought to this very day? ATLA! Not to mention all of the fanart and fics and amv's. I remember coming home from school and watching compiled zutara slideshows on YouTube while Cascada's "Be My Bad Boy" played in the background

I am cautiously optimistic about the live action series. Live action didn't work he who shall not be named attempted it, and it was literally the worst thing I had ever seen in my entire life. At least with a serious, they can take their time. I'm curious to see what they've kept and what they've gotten rid of and what exactly they're going to change. Grateful that Jeremy Zuckerman still did the music. We needed his zuckussy on this, and the trailer for the new series made me cry because the music is that powerful. I would really love to know how they're going to spin any chemistry between this Katara and Aang. I can see Aang still having a crush on her, but there's no way this girl is going to have feelings for him by the end. If Netflix doesn't fucking cancel the series before book 3, I want to know how they're gonna tell me she's choosing book 3 Aang over book 3 Zuko. I know that's not what the entire show is about, but it also kind of is.

February 22, watch your back, cause I'm coming for you

[dracaelus]

BATMAN/DC FIC RECS

I like to make a list of fics i like but i'm starting to get kinda tired of scrolling through all my drafts to get to this one, so i'm posting this and starting a new one. This is mostly batman centric. Multiship ! The quotes are not the synopsis, just some parts i liked from the fic so i can remember what exactly happens in the story/what i liked about it. This list is more for myself tbh. I tried to keep things organized but probably failed

1 Wholesome and fun, but with a serious undertone/a bit of angst

Finished:

Nature and Nurture, by lurkinglurkerwholurks: long fic, multi pov batfam, they meet de aged Bruce Wayne through multiple stages of his life

"Bruce could feel a slow smile begin to spread across his face, until it stretched from one cheek to the other, framed by dimples on either side."

Am I The Asshole?, by FabulaRasa: greenbat/batlantern (i have to find out the official ship name), but also hal x bruce's bathtub; mostly hal's pov, and i love their dynamic so much. I recommend you read the whole series

(...) He crossed to Garwell, confident he could find a cab headed uptown on the wider avenue. After all, a world where Hal Jordan called him baby was a world where anything was possible – even catching a cab in Gotham in a winter storm headed uptown.

What Not To Wear To A Wedding At Wayne Manor, by FabulaRasa: oh i love this fic so fucking much. I can't put it into words. It's just so so good, you wouldn't believe it. Another batlantern/greenbat. I love this pairing with my entire heart and they're so good in here, really, so amazing. Mostly Hal's pov. I love this author and this might be one of my favorite works of them. This is just beautiful.

"And now. . . stupid idea number three? (...) This is your plan now?"

"I have a good feeling about this one."

Axial Rotation, by FabulaRasa: ok, so i really have a thing for this author works. Their batlantern/greenbat (?) is so good, seriously, i can't stress this enough. I love how committed FabulaRasa is to find a way to make their relationship work while still acknowledging how fucked up they are.

“Okay,” he said. And he put his hands on Bruce’s face, in the mirror of Bruce’s gesture. Last night’s stubble had become a definite shadow by this morning, and his face was like sandpaper. And also indescribably beautiful. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that, right?”

Bruce’s small wince told him that he did not, in fact, know that, but that was okay, Hal had a lot of time to teach him that.

Lungs full of saltwater, by Maeruh: GHOSTBAT FIRST SOULMATE AU AND IT'S FREAKING GORGEOUS, SO SO BEAUTIFUL

It drowns him as if rocks had been tied around his ankles before throwing him into the sea.

It is suffocating.

Furthermore, it's refreshing

How Batman Made The Housemaid Cry, by FabulaRasa: technically batlantern, but the focus is on Bruce and Alfred, and they are amazing in this. I love them with my whole heart

He pulled his cell out of his inner pocket and texted. Remind me to tell you about my conversation with Alfred, he said. And then please use your ring to erase my functional memory. Do whatever you have to do.

a soul that's born in cold and rain (knows sunlight), by bat_butch: ghostbat; bruce visits his parents grave and talks about Khoa

He thinks about the light in Minhkhoa’s eyes when he smiles. The glint that they gain when he teases, and the excitement that sparks when they spar. He thinks about the careful way that Minhkhoa cleans his swords. The line that forms between Minhkhoa’s brows when he’s sewing a mask or a cape or a wound.

Like a cactus on frayed wires, by Maeruh: ghostbat fic! It's just Khoa thinking about batman, but it's so sweet

"Khoa wondered then if, as the cactus fell, anyone would dare try to catch the cactus?

With its thorns, sinking into your flesh and with the dirt soiling you. With the possibility that it would be useless.

He supposed that there is always someone."

Kerosene in my hands, by Maeruh: oh this one. Maeruh is definitely one of the best ghostbat writers we have, and their minhkhoa narration is absolutely perfect.

Because Bruce is like that, he wants to be the sun in the lands where winter never ends.

And Khoa is a selfish snowman.

Relax, Clark, you're only getting married, by truc: oneshot, clarks pov, super fun to read. Honestly, I recommend the entire series

When, on the eve of his marriage to Lois Lane, Clark gets serious pre-wedding jitters, he calls his best- worst- man to help him deal with it. Bruce, in all of his pink and gray Barbie sleepwear glory, offers knockout drugs, unsolicited wedding rants/advices and a video gaming opportunity. Despite everything, the wedding isn't a total disaster.

Unfinished:

Manor - Dad lets me drive the Batmobile: batfamily at it's best, seriously, also incredibly funny, wholesome, with great family dynamics! Multi pov's

“Bruce!” Dick shouted when he finally spotted him. “Look! This has to be the Batcave!”

The what Cave?

“Can you believe it? Did you know it was right here under the manor all this time? This must have taken years to set up and look at all that cool tech! Of course, Batman has the best. Have you seen him…”

Dick trailed off and studied Bruce cautiously. His gaze lingered on Bruce’s neck, where this night’s fights had resulted in a small bruise, and the coffee mug in Bruce’s hands.

“Look, Dick, I know this is a lot to take in—” Bruce began to speak, but Dick interrupted him.

“You’re dating Batman!”

Brilliant Analytical Minds, by stuckoncloud9: some really fun Riddlerbat! Bruce's pov. Edward loses some of his memories and leaves his life as a supervillain to become a private detective. Somehow, Bruce ends up being his Watson

He was silent for a moment, then looked up at me. “Riddle me this,” he said. “I solve nothing, I build nothing, but I can destroy anything. What am I?”

I thought about it. “I’m not angry at you, Edward,” I eventually replied

love, nevertheless : superbat. Funny, wholesome, beautiful, poetic, Bruce's soulmate is Gotham, with Gotham city being kind of sentient. Soulmate au, mostly Clark's pov

"He needed to go back inside, to slip back through the service door and into the ballroom before too many people noticed him missing, but for just another second he wanted to hold out. He wanted to be loved and feared and owned by someone he could never hold or touch in its entirety any other way."

2 Pure comedy and/or fluffy

Finished:

and he looks at me, and i look at him, by Shleapord: THIS IS WHAT PEAK TEENAGER BRUCE LOOKS LIKE, I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH. Honestly, comedy gold

“You are a fantastically strange child,” said Diana. She said it with perhaps too much interest and not enough wariness for comfort.

“That’s what Alfred says. Also my old science teacher when I dissected everyone’s squirrels for them because everyone who goes to Gotham Academy is a coward, except for Roman who’s a bitch. I’m not allowed in Biology classes anymore, all I can do it take higher-level Chemistry classes for my science credits.”

welcome to the playground, by Shleapord: once again teenager Bruce being my reason to live

"Like, I get kidnapped all the time and Alfred says its good for me as a growing young man to learn how to navigate stressful environments"

here as i am, by TheResurrectionist: this is sladebru/deathbat and okay, i find if pretty hilarious but a more accurate description would be pwp? The important thing is that i love it, i'm lowkey such a sucker for sladebru >...<

Slade briefly debated making the sign of the cross, but thought better of it, running a hand down the man’s sweaty back instead.

Begone, foul demon, he intoned in the safety of his mind, still thinking of that flash of white teeth in near-darkness. Of burning blue eyes and plush, kiss-reddened lips.

Send to All, by kerosceene: peak comedy batfam.

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

Bruce knows how to swim, and he is will swim up the entire Nile if he has to. Too bad Jason has other plans, by arrowupmysleeve: this is a batlantern one, but what i'm actually highlighting here is clark. Perfect, absolutely stunning. Tecnically he doesn't even show up but he still steals the show. Clark eavesdropping on other people's conversations and sending them messages with his opinion is a top tier concept and needs to be used more times <3

Text from Clark K at 10.45:

I know you're awake, B😡

Text from Clark K at 10. 46:

I can hear you chewing😒 Pick up.😠😠

The last text makes Bruce pause. He knows Clark can't see him, but he turns to glare in the direction of Metropolis anyway and takes a large bite of his toast. And if he is chewing a little louder than usual, well, no one is here to call him out on it.

I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, by Mardiaz173: good old identity porn superbat, clark is being messed with by bruce but he loves him so he gets away with it

Until behind them, Arthur yelled, “Cheer up, Bats! At least we already know Kal’s into brunettes!”一he broke off into a yelp一“ow, Diana!” 

Arthur’s heckle seemed to piss B off一well, even further than his anger at Clark forcing him to go to the medbay. He didn’t speak their entire way there. When reached the medbay, B sat on the examination table with petulant air around him. 

Clark really did adore him. 

Lugubrious Alarmism: baby Clark being the most adorable person in the universe, superbat friendship with dolls, justice league shenanigans, very wholesome and super fun

Clark beamed and tugged the mask back into place. “Yep. Boose okay.” With that, he clasped his irritable stuffed friend to his chest and planted a kiss atop it’s cowled head. “Missed you.”

Space cellmates, by BoredomBeckons: superbat, a short but hilarious oneshot

“Mr Wayne. Please take this seriously.”

“I take everything seriously Superman. I’m Batman.”

“Look, it’s obvious you don’t believe me…”

“I do believe you.”

“…but I really am Superman, and I want you to know that whatever happens I will do my best to protect you.”

“Since your powers are being hindered it seems to me that I’ll be the one protecting you.”

“Right,” Clark sighed, not bothering to argue.

“Because I’m Batman.”

“Sure.”

3 Not sure if it's the same as the first, but here we go: comedy with some angst

Finished

Getting It Right, by FabulaRasa: batlantern/greenbat (?), Hal's pov, some really good slow burn but like, not too slow, and seriously, don't get too caught up on the sinopses, it's not nearly as dark as it seems, it's actually quite lighthearted and with some family feels too

Jordan wasn’t just laughing, he was doubled over with it, his grin wide. “You’re so mad,” he managed, through gusts of laughter. “You are—you are genuinely so mad, look at you. I was just kidding, your score was higher, but I just wanted to see you lose your shit, and you did, oh my God are you in fourth grade or what?” And he threw his head back and laughed even louder. Bruce gave him a shove off the railing, and he just laughed harder.

Article 120, by FabulaRasa: I wasn't expecting this one to be one of my favorite batlantern fics i've ever read, not given the dark subject, but god, they are so good in here.

“Don’t mind him, grief hits everybody different. He just found out Batman broke up with him, but he’s gonna be okay.”

4 angst with some lightness

Finished

Sanctuary, by FabulaRasa: batlantern/greenbat (and yes, at this point i know it's batlantern but i got attached to greenbat so i will keep using both, sue me), angst with some comedy, great family feels and Hal and Damian relationship is really precious. Hal has a chronical illness but is not dying. I recommend strongly that you read the whole series

(...) He wasn’t someone whose absence would be felt along a thousand fault lines and ripples, like a hole blown in the universe – not like people who had families and huge networks of friends. He wasn’t one of those people.

He sat cross-legged on the floor for hours, staring at the welter of wings and the green light that surrounded him on all sides. He had never thought of himself as one of those people, but somehow he had become one of those people, when he wasn’t looking. Somehow he had acquired a family, and the ripples of his life extended far beyond his own calculations. He had sat down on this floor one person, and when he rose – stiffly, slowly – hours later, he was another, a person whose ties to the universe around him were different than he had thought.

How To Keep A Promise To Hal Jordan, by FabulaRasa: I love everything this author writes, seriously, I can't stress this enough. This is batlantern, of course, and mostly Bruce's narration. Some parts of it ripped my heart out

(...) He let his eyes skate to Bruce’s lips. He wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Contact with the unthinkable. The impossible. Only the impossible had held him in his arms. Had touched him, had caressed him, had said impossible things to him.

Something about us, by Maeruh: ghostbat, khoa's narration at it's finest

"I had a dream," are the first words that leave Khoa's dry lips upon awakening. He doesn't get up immediately, just stares at the immaculate white ceiling of The Haunt.

(There's something different, he feels it buzzing deep inside of his bones.)

"Oh, that's unusual for you."

Unfinished

Drawn to the blood, by bat_butch and bellandeano: Ghostbat in a dc vampire au! Their dynamic is really good and Icon is such a sweetheart :)

“I don’t know how much you’d enjoy that victory, Ghost-maker,” Bruce muttered. “Winning me over with a bite and a bit of blood. I think you’d be disappointed.”

"Do you think so?" He tilted his head back, arms crossed. Bruce was right, of course. And he wasn't even looking for that victory anymore. "I might just take it to be forced to cooperate with someone effective."

“No,” Bruce dismissed. “You wouldn’t.”

"Don't be so confident. You're not as relevant as you used to be," he replied easily, voice clipped.

“Neither are you.”

you're still the oxygen i breathe/i see your face when i close my eyes, by nygmamale: this one is special to me bc i'm a sucker for ghostmaker interacting with tim and bao :)

"Later, after Khoa had pushed everyone away, he sits alone in Bruce’s townhouse, in a shitty beaten-up chair that smells like him.

Thirty minutes prior, he had ingested a copious amount of psilocybin. He wanted to see him, one more time."

5 angst

Finished:

every tale a tragedy, by pomeloquat: ghostbat, khoa's narration. Bruce and Khoa are soulmates; things don't go well for them.

"The strand around Khoa’s finger twists and tangles and pulls taut as he traverses the globe. Always stretching back toward Bruce, always tying them together. No matter the distance, Khoa knows Bruce is waiting for him on the other end."

[shippingmyworld]

Pigging backing on the Danny x Sam ask, but I wanna you're thoughts about Manny and Frida too and how their romantic relationship didn't work out

The Manny x Frida ship sinks a lot less dramatically than the Danny x Sam ship in my headcanon lmao

I chalk up their relationship 'failing' to Manny being autistic and Frida being adhd-coded. Also because they were 13-14 when they kissed and I believe that when you're that young you don't quite know what you want out of life or relationships yet, especially if it's your first one.

In full honestly, I don't believe that Manny held a single ounce of attraction to Frida in a romantic way. Frida was the one that initiated the kiss during the series finale, and Manny barely even reacted to that. I think his autistic mind just went 'Oh, I guess I'm dating Frida now.' and when people/his family asked him if Frida was his girlfriend, he confirmed it. In his mind, you only kissed someone if you were dating or married.

While I do think that Frida did develop a crush on Manny, I don't believe that she was serious about the kiss as a way for them to start dating. She's excitable, and gets swept up in the moment very easily, and is the jester type of character. She's the hypeman of every situation she's remotely near, even if not directly involved (my main example is the Cactus Kid episode, where she slides into the scene and makes the 'Oh, must be awkward to be you.' comment to Cactus Kid when Grandpapi reveals he's only using CK to make Manny jealous and doesn't think CK is cut out to be a real villain). I think that she kissed Manny because her thought process was something along the lines of: "Hey, this superhero just rounded up literally every villain in the area and is being celebrated by everyone. Someone should kiss him, that's what will make this moment super hype."

So yeah, they tell people that they're boyfriend a girlfriend when asked, but nothing about their relationship actually changed. They don't hold hands, they don't go on romantic dates, and they haven't kissed since that final fight. They still hang out all the time during their first year of high school, but slowly start drifting to different groups as they don't have many classes together.

The year passes normally and it's summer break. Rodolfo approaches Manny (who's just hanging out at home) all nervous like, asking a bunch of questions like he's beating around the bush. Manny thinks it's weird and asks his Dad what's up, and Rodolfo asks if everything is good with Manny and Frida since she hasn't been around recently. Manny says everything is fine, and Rodolfo keeps pushing the issue (he's projecting failed marriage with Maria onto his son). He eventually asks when the last time Manny kissed Frida was, and Manny realizes they haven't kissed since the first kiss right before high school.

So, being the direct person he is, Manny just calls Frida (in front of his father of all things) and tells her point blank.

Manny: "Hey, we haven't kissed since a year ago." Frida: "Huh, you're right." Manny: "So I guess we're not dating anymore?" Frida: "Yeah, I guess so. We're still friends though, right?" Manny: "Of course!"

And the call ends there with Manny going on with his day as usual while his Father stands there horror-struck and still processing the most chill breakup in history.

Meanwhile there's a whole soap opera level of drama going on in the background, as all the supervillains in school want to date Frida and have been waiting for her to break up with Manny, and Zoe has been trying to get Manny to fall in love with her. But that's a whole nother fic prompt lol.

Also it's cool, my posts are literally filled with typos lmao

[hatters-workshop]

I'm seeing a lot of people crying about the new episode of Doctor Who being cringey.

Mate. It's Doctor Who. In its run it has featured grown adults, some of whom were award winning actors, lumbering around in bubble wrap and rubber, Tom Baker painted green with tooth picks sticking out of him and claiming he's a cactus, a robot dog shooting lasers out its nose and struggling to drive over carpet or door ways, sets that jiggled if you looked at them too hard, a walking red conker called Banakaffalatta, farting aliens from Raxacoricofallapitorious, the Master dancing to Scissor Sisters, the Doctor calling the Master's wife his beard, pepper pots with toilet plungers yelling exterminate and cybermen that are allergic to gold, and a fucking terrible puppet frog that is also a sentient universe.

Doctor Who has been cringey for as long as it's existed and it always will be. It's had bad dialogue moments and clunky scenes and awkward pacing and silly campness all along, there are episodes you will like and episodes you don't, but don't pretend the cringe is a bug and not a feature. It can be serious and it can be silly. It can be stupid banal shit one minute and it can be the best most emotionally gut punching thing you've ever seen the next. It can be both. Let it.

A trans character saying "erm why are you assuming that fluffy lump is a he?" Is nothing new. Guess what, the Third Doctor corrected Jo on an alien's pronouns in 1972 and no one got up in arms then. Rose being respected and loved by her family and being the linchpin to the storyline is not the worst thing you've ever dealt with with this show and if you think it is, guess what? That's a you problem.

[pinewoodpipit]

Something About Us - Chapters 6-10 Fic Meta

Chapter 10 is out, and another arc of the story is done! I thought I'd release my thoughts on this section of the story, covering their progression from friendship to love, and the inevitable fallout of Fade not being ready for more.

Like last time, this is quite a long post, so I’ll include it under a cut.

Chapter by Chapter Thoughts

Chapter 6

Harbor is here! I love him. I was excited to bring him in, not only because he's a friend to Fade, but also because I'm excited for some of the little background moments he'll get in upcoming chapters, along with what little he's had so far. I want to showcase him and Astra growing closer and eventually getting together, but I want to do so subtly and in the background. It's been fun to work on!

I made Harbor cheer in relief when they saved him instead of doing his cool catchphrase while he stared into the camera. I just thought it fit the scene better.

Neon, nosy and gay, looked into Fade's room to try and learn more about her, but she just ended up being horrified by the miserable state of Fade's poor mistreated cactus. I've talked about my headcanon for Neon's childhood before a lot - growing up with her lola while her parents worked, kept away from society since she couldn't control her Radiance, and needing to be entertained through learning hobbies she could do without interacting with the outside world, like gardening, cooking, interior design, and music. She knows more about taking care of plants than she realises.

The homoerotic guitar playing tag comes into full force! Neon finds out Fade's trans and is entirely awkward about it because she doesn't know the respectful way to respond! She realises she has a crush and freaks the hell out about it! Yippee! Lots of fun stuff in this chapter.

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Chapter 7

Fade had an inkling that Neon could potentially become dangerous if she let their flirting go too far. She's an arrogant ass, though, and she thought she could handle it without getting in over her head (she was wrong).

Neon, convincing herself there's nothing between them and she's wrong to jerk off to the idea of Fade... while Fade simultaneously jerks off to the idea of Neon in the next room. They're disasters.

Nanobomb becoming canon and the anti-fraternisation rule being lifted was an important development for Fade and Neon here, too. It meant that technically there was nothing stopping them anymore. Neon found this exciting, if not a little frightening. Fade purely found it terrifying, since there was real risk now of things going too far if she wasn't careful.

I wanted to focus on Fade's mental spiral from Neon's POV a fair bit during this chapter. It was obvious that people noticed she was doing badly, since we got voicemails from Cypher and Omen checking in on her and talking to Brimstone about her wellbeing, and I thought it would be interesting to cover it from Neon's perspective. They were close enough to hug in Vietnam, and her spiral was directly before, so they must have been pretty close before she left - how must Neon have felt about her friend doing so badly without knowing what to do to help? It was fun to explore, especially with how helpless Neon felt since she wasn't sure what she could even do in this situation other than worry herself sick.

Fade got Neon the tulips purely because they're pretty. She didn't realise the romantic implications of them. She just saw them, thought about Neon who she knew liked plants, thought they were pretty like her, and couldn't help herself. She's gay.

As serious as the final scene in this fic is, Fade conking out in her soup is objectively funny. I'm sorry. I promise I take her breakdown seriously but I can't not laugh when I imagine her stupid head banging into the table and spilling soup everywhere. dumbass, I love her.

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Chapter 8

Every chapter in this fic is named after a lyric from its own song, but chapters 8 and 9 are two halves of one long storyline, so they got one song between them. The lyric is meaningful - "to show my true colours, I must first be exposed to the light" - and is meant to be about how the events of Vietnam prove to be a turning point that hugely change their relationship and forces Fade to make some damn emotional progress for once. (I promise, it'll get better <3)

Fade's nightmare was a lot of fun. I have a fic planned that I've talked about before that will be a oneshot about Fade growing up and meeting Aykut (in this planned fic, she calls him her brother but he's more of a mentor figure that she met as a teenager, and he helped her understand her powers and learn to control them). I plan on elaborating on the violent end to their relationship that Fade hinted at in this nightmare, where she was shot in a train station on a mission gone bad, and upon seeing her wounded after coming home, Aykut lost his patience and they argued. Fade didn't have the chance to apologise for what she said to him before he vanished, and it's just more guilt to add to the neverending pile that's constantly weighing on her shoulders.

Jett is one hell of a wingman, wonderfully supportive, and a total ride-or-die friend, but that doesn't mean that she won't tease the hell out of Neon for her choice in love interest. She does not like Fade and she isn't gonna sugarcoat that for Neon's sake, as much as she supports Neon chasing her happiness with her if that's what she wants to do.

Sage was very easy to convince to sneak away for extra vacation days. She's a professional, but she's also human, and a liiiittle bit of rebel if you get her to open up far enough. In this fic, she and Jett are very good friends, and Jett knows how to nudge her towards loosening up when she needs to.

The Fadeshock hug :) unlike in freckle fic, Neon didn't crack Fade's head open like an egg on a rock in this one, even though she really deserves it for what she ends up doing later on.

Huge thank you to my friend Rac for his help with the Tagalog translations. I really enjoy including snippets of their languages in my fics - it's canon to how they talk in lore and in their voicelines, and I also codeswitch/slip between languages myself when speaking fairly often, for emphasis's sake and if I'm less sure about a word or phrase (in the case of a second language). It's common, and yet I've seen people claim that real bilingual people don't codeswitch, so it's especially important for me to write it. Similar to Rac, thank you to Uni as well for help with Turkish when I need it, as well as working on this fic with me to begin with!

Fade wasn't meaning to lead Neon on by almost kissing her. She's in an extremely fragile mental state, directly after a complete mental breakdown, and while she can't quite admit it yet, she loves Neon. She wants her badly, and she's in such a bad place that her restraint is pretty much gone. Almost kissing her wasn't malicious, but she does feel bad about it, as shown by her guilt throughout chapter 9.

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Chapter 9

Fade is struggling hard, harder than even she realises. Neon coming to ambush her honestly didn't help her mental state when a big part of what she's dealing with is survivor's guilt, made worse by how badly Fade's yearning for Neon. She wants to be happy with her, and that feels like something she should be horrifically guilty for when he still needs her to focus. It's not a healthy mindset, but Fade isn't in a healthy place yet. She'll get there, trust me, but they're both going to have to struggle first.

Neon making a sand bunny is inspired by that one official art of her making a lion sculpture in the sand with that group of kids. She was good at it! Also bunnies are such a strong motif with her, particularly in this lunar new year series (the carrot shirt, the rabbit hoodie, the bunny keychain on her phone, her pigtails, her movement literally being called "bunnyhopping", etc...)

Fade, tasting coffee she didn't like and immediately giving it to Neon without a second thought: I'm not pining what are you talking about

The water gun fight was purely funny and gave us a chance to make Neon take her shirt off. As always, I write Fade as somewhere on the ace spectrum and she isn't really into what people look like physically (at least until she knows them very well and has a close bond with them) but Neon is the woman she loves, covered in water, has a sexy scar, and she's shredded. It was funny to make her squirm at the sight of her, especially since it's so rare for her to feel like that about how someone looks.

Fade, ordering a bunch of food without hesitation and claiming it was for her because Neon was hungry but too shy to say so: stop saying I'm pining I'm NOT

It was massively meaningful that Fade slept with Neon and wasn't afraid of her. She looked honestly at her lightning and found a way they could deal with it, without making a fuss or showing any fear of her. Neon has lived her entire life feeling dangerous and othered for it, but Fade stroked the scars on her back, turned her over so she couldn't hurt her, and she called her beautiful. Neon was lucky she didn't burst into tears over how beautifully kind that felt.

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Chapter 10

Fade regrets sleeping with Neon only because it now means she needs to hurt her. If she'd cut things off earlier, they could have parted ways before too much emotional connection was formed, but now they're both in love, and separating is going to hurt. Fade doesn't care if she hurts - she thinks she deserves it, for daring to think she had the right to fall for someone like Neon - but she'd rather walk through a bed of broken glass than willingly hurt Neon. It's stupid and misguided, but she genuinely believes that turning her away now will be safer in the long run than letting what they have blossom. They'd be happy at the start, but Fade has a lot of trauma about loving people only for that love to end in horrific disaster and the other person's disappearance or death, and she is terrified of that happening again with Neon.

Fade's nightmare is a manifestation of this fear. Now they've taken this step, Fade's filled with the uncontrollable fear that it's already too late, and Neon's fate is already sealed one way or another. She's terrified of once again living through the trauma she barely survived the first time. Her actions are driven by fear, not malice, but it doesn't make her behaviour acceptable.

Neon, on the other hand, got a little overexcited about what them sleeping together meant. Instead of being more reasonable and talking it through with Fade first, she tumbled headfirst into romantic daydreams. She would have been hurting less if she hadn't immediately jumped to the assumption that they'd get together after they slept together, but she's a romantic and she's in love, and her hopeful heart got the better of her. She's not at fault for Fade's issues and what she puts her through, but she should really have talked it through with Fade before she jumped to conclusions, and she shouldn't have waited so damn long to confront Fade's cowardly ass.

Neon knows Fade pretty damn well. They're similar people, both pretty isolated and a little socially awkward because of their powers, and Neon can see that Fade feels horrific for sending her away. She can clearly see that she doesn't want to be doing this, but Neon isn't going to stay in a bad situation just for the potential of it improving. Fade isn't going to be a good partner to her now, and without any promise of when she'll get through this struggle,e Neon won't wait around for her. She has the self-respect to put herself first and stop breaking her heart over Fade. She'll leave and sever all expectations, either until Fade is ready to apologise and do better by her, or until she finds someone else.

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Music

I’ve posted it alone and also shared it in the last fic meta, but for anyone who still hasn’t seen it, here’s the playlist for this fic! It's arranged in chronological order according to the story.

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Thank you so much for reading! I'm having so, so much fun working on this fic and I'm honoured people are reading it. I love writing more than I can say and I don't think I'll ever get used to how kind people have been about it.

It means a lot to me, more than you can know. Thank you <3

[silent-dark-entries]

This is probably one of my favorite chapters from my Draco Smut I’m writing. :))

I love the sound of the crunchy leaves under my feet. It's too bad it's been raining all day and those crunchy leaves have quickly turned into mush for slugs to hide under. I don't mind though. I love rain on Sunday mornings.

I'm on my way into the village to meet Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville. Miss.Longbottom will be out of town this Halloween and of course Neville decided to throw another party. I'm meeting them to pick out costumes. I have my mind set on just getting vampire teeth and leaving it at that.

As I approach the seasonal store I see my friends laughing together. Harry is the first to wave at me. We've grown closer to each other as the days go on, being forced to only talk to each other in swim on the days that Neville was sick.

"Maisie, what’s your opinion on Neville being a cactus for Halloween." Harry says pushing me along into the group. Neville rolls his eyes at Harry and pouts.

"Luna is going to be a Oxalis triangularis. It's a matching costume." Neville states.

"Neville for the last time: you're the only one who knows with the hell that is." Ron says. Neville turns to the store door and swings it open letting the rest of the group inside.

"You'll get it on Friday when we win best costume at school and you're stuck in your bloody rat costume." Neville snaps.

"My mums making my costume." Ron mumbles. Everyone laughs as we pour into the shop going our separate ways. Hermione and I head to the women's costumes.

"What are you thinking ‘Mione?" I say rustling through a couple of costumes. Seeing all of the different costumes makes me want to reevaluate my vampire teeth plan. But I hate to spend money, especially with application season approaching. I've decided that Trinity is the school I want to go and that's going to take most of my savings for the next five years.

"Maybe I'll be Cormac's grades, that's scary enough." She huffs. " You know Neville asked him to come Friday."

I laugh at Hermione who's so flustered her face turns crimson.

"How's it going with Malfoy? You never really talk about it." Hermione adds. I bite the inside of my lips and try not the look her in the face. When it comes to tutoring Draco it's going great. His grades in English have improved drastically compared to last years. He doesn't have one missing assignment and his book is coming along, though it's as boring as can be. But in the other sense of what happened physically between Draco and me, we both agreed to start meeting in public spaces like the library after school. We didn't really discuss the whole make out session but surely chalked up as being high. I also blame the rain and the Bauhaus album in the background.

I shrug at Hermione. " He's smarter than one might think."

Hermione picks up and pointy hat from the top shelf and places it on her head. "Maybe I'll be a witch?" She says looking into the mirror.

"I'm starving" Ron grumbles. Ron and I waiting outside the sweets shop for rest of the group while Neville ordered jelly filled brains in bulk for Friday. I swears they're the best thing he's ever eaten.

"We're going to the pub right after this Ron." I say.

"Yeah, a shit pub." He adds.

"Why does it matter. You eat off the kids menus anyway..." I mutter. Ron laughs and looks up at me again. His smile fades into a serious stare.

"I think we should talk about the last Neville party..." Ron says. "You know, after our...uh, kiss. You ran off after and I just don't want to mess anything up. We were just starting to become friends and then I asked if you wanted to go in private....it was inappropriate. I'm just really sorry."

"Ron, I'm okay. It's okay." I say smiling. Suddenly from across the way theres a familiar loud high pitched laugh. It's Pansy Parkinson alone with Draco.

Though I try not to, I see Draco in a different way now. When I see him in the halls, I stare. Just hoping he'd do the same. Sometimes he does the same. I catch him at lunch staring at me and when I do he looks away almost immediately. When we have our tutoring sessions I'll look up from my books and see him staring and not just at my breast. Sometimes he stares at my thighs and at my neck, but mostly at my lips and eyes.

Pansy let's out another annoying squeal.

"You know, he's not that funny." I say to Ron as Pansy and Draco disappears into a bakery. "You know what... I'm in the mood for a lemon sponge." Before Ron can answer I'm pulling him across the street, into the small bakery. Draco and Pansy turns to look at us and I feel my face turns hot. What the hell was I thinking...what's my next move...think dammit.

"Look Draco its Fire Crotch and big-tits-magee" pansy squeals.

"Please Parkinson your laugh is far too annoying for this small space." Draco cringes. Pansy's face drops as she rolls her eyes. Draco searches my face before finding my eyes. He softens his face a little before looking at Ron and then back at me. His face nearly becomes stone. "Is it cold in here or are you just happy to see me Maisie?"

"Don't talk to her like that." Ron says. "Have some fucking respect Malfoy"

Draco looks over at me and smiles then back at Ron. "Who are you Weasley? Her fucking bodyguard? Oh, or are you her boyfriend?" Draco quips. Ron walks up trying to size up Draco but Ron's stature doesn't stand a chance to Draco's.

"You sound a little jealous Draco..." Ron jabbed.

"Oh, trust me, Weasley I have nothing to be jealous of." Spits Draco. Pansy grabs her treat off the counter and snakes her arm with Draco's. "See you Thursday night Maisie. How about we meet at my house this time." Draco smiles at Ron before pushing passed him and exiting the bakery.

"You don't have to take that Maisie.." Ron scoffs. "We can go straight to Snape and-"

"-Please Ron leave it!" I beg.

"What can I get for you?" The boy behind the counter ask.

I dig into my pocket to pull out my wallet. "Two lemon sponges please"

[majaloveschris]

Ghosted review 👻

I just finished watching Ghosted, so here is my opinion about it. It's important to note that I'm talking about Chris and Ana as actors; I'm here to talk about their performances, so my opinion isn't affected by their personal lives.

I was a little skeptical before I started watching it because we had seen a lot of scenes beforehand, and I thought they spoiled the whole movie, but I was happily surprised. It was great to see how these scenes were built in the movie, and it was interesting to see the context behind them, so all in all, I'm happy we'd gotten to see more scenes before the movie; it kind of made it a more enjoyable experience for me.

I really enjoyed the movie. It was a light, funny rom-com. It didn't make you think about serious things; however, I think not every movie should do that. We all need these lighter films, which make us relax and disengage from problems. However I liked that they did this whole "you're afraid to live; when people you love are in danger, you do whatever it takes" thing; it kind of gave a little seriousness to the movie, implying that we are still talking about two people who've gotten involved in a serious situation and learned from each other.

After all, I liked Cole. He was a bit too much at the very beginning with the texting, and the picture he took was definitely inappropriate, but he clearly cares about and head over heels for Sadie and was trying to help her out multiple times even though he isn't an agent or trained at all.

I also liked Sadie. She is such a badass woman, but she has this romantic, humorous side too.

I liked Chris's acting; his facial expressions were really good. I think he did a really good job with this character, and he seemed to enjoy portraying Cole. I still think he is a good actor, and he should definitely do more movies like this. Ana also did a good job; she is an amazing actress. It was weird to see her in a movie like this because I'm used to seeing her in more dramatic roles, but I think she did a good job.

I wouldn't say they had crazy chemistry. Until they didn't need to kiss or touch each other in a more romantic way, it was there, and it was fine, but to me, they always seemed to be good friends and colleagues, nothing more, and this didn't convince me otherwise. I didn't really see any sexual or romantic energy from them, but I think they did their best. Both can act like they are in love, so there wasn't really a problem with it.

I loved the cameos; it was really great to see them together in something other than Marvel, and they also did a good job; it was a good idea to involve them.

I also really liked the emoji and the on-going cactus thing; I think those were fitting and funny.

All in all, I really enjoyed it. It was a great movie, and I think I will rewatch it. It definitely made me forget about everyday problems, and it's always good to have a movie like this around.

[juuheizou]

Omg now i'm dying to know what are suzuya's trigger textures, and his triggers in general too since I also hc him as autistic<3 also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

Of course, friend! I'm always down to talk about autistic Suzuya!

Do be warned, in my personal opinion it's no worse than anything in the series, but if you're squeamish about unsanitary things, you might want to skip a couple of paragraphs pertaining to some unsanitary textures and stimming behaviors that I marked with a ** at the beginning of each one.

what are suzuya's trigger textures

He really doesn't like rough, scratchy textures. Tall grass or institutional carpet on bare skin, bristly animals, clothing tags, scratchy fabrics from wool to lace, suits. Anyone would learn to hide their distress at the horrible feeling of a lacy dress if the alternative was Big Madam's wrath, not worth dying over even if it's a close decision, but I think I have a little to back this up when it comes to his canon rebellion against coming to work in a proper suit.

I like to think of his canon dress code violations being a little bit of “stop telling me what to do” but also a whole lot of sensory issues with the material suits tend to be made of. If he could get away with wearing his pyjamas to work every day, he would, and I feel like he would have tried at some point. Unfortunately, what he does actually wear in canon was the best he could pull off and just be lectured by Amon as opposed to more serious disciplinary action even he can't ignore. Some of how he dresses is to have some control and fun with it in a conservative office environment when it comes to how people dress, like his patterned suspenders, but the actual fit and cuts of his outfits, ie too big for him and mostly shorter than they should be, is to minimize how much of it is touching him. His undershirts we see him wear once are probably something he wears all the time and pretty soft, another way to insulate him from that suit material texture.

Also, as an animal lover, this can prove a little problematic. My first thought is of the sheer disappointment of him petting a stray dog and ending up with like, bully breed bristles or something lodged in his shirt. Or going to a petting zoo or something with the squad and he's had a wonderful time nuzzling alpacas, sheep, rabbits, ducklings, and he's too excited to even think through it before he tries to do the same with something like a potbellied pig. Sad times. Very sad times. It's not fair that some animals can look fuzzy but actually feel like a cactus. He's safest sticking with fluffy spitzy dogs and cats haha.

**Messy textures are variable. He's not your (on Tumblr, at least) stereotypical squeamish autistic. Actually, I think he's the opposite and self-soothes by squishing and smearing gross things until Shinohara finally gets him a jar of play-dough or something to stop him from playing with dead stuff he finds on the schoolyard-- maybe being given art supplies to play with instead is what got him doing other art forms as an adult. Before it was stray animal entrails and stuff he found at the Academy, it was human organs, blood, etc. and Madam probably saw it as him learning to be a good scrapper, doing things like fingerpainting with blood or squishing a handful of organs in his hands.

**That being said, as much as he likes these textures in his hands, he has learned the hard way that most of them will make him sick if he were to put them in his mouth. Someone who didn't eat a lot of innards and similar scraps of meat over the years probably wouldn't even think to be so picky, but liver, brain, stuff like that? Good! Intestines, eyeballs, parts that are more slimy and slippery in the form they'd be thrown to him in... he would sooner go hungry, even living with Madam and not being given much else to eat. He might have liked to crush bugs as a cadet, but he probably tried and learned to draw the line at eating them. In the human world, though, he might like some of those things with the sliminess deep-fried out of them, perhaps.

Speaking of, food texture is also a type of texture, and in addition to slimy and slippery, he can't do stringy, fibrous stuff in food, especially if it is both slippery and stringy like some veggies. We know he likes sweets and snack foods, and I do think those are things he truly likes, but things like sweets are also a lot safer for someone who can be hypersensitive to the point of some mouth feels making him physically sick. Some may perceive this as childish, but to him it's just survival when the wrong bite can make him feel so awful. Some foods he just can't tolerate at all, but I can see Hanbee teaching him how to prepare fruits and vegetables in ways that don't trigger his sensory issues, as he would never be able to say “do this, do that” to Suzuya but would want him to get his vitamins and minerals. I could write a whole post about the adventurous, slightly strange eater that would be unlocked once he got a good introduction to preparing food in different ways that truly change the texture of the ingredients.

Not exactly a texture but still relating to his sense of touch, he really can't do light touch, as hyposensitive as he is to pain and deep pressure. To him, light touch is much, much more noxious than pain and he can really lash out against something brushing up against him. Often he grabs or strikes an offending hand or body part to get it away before his mind can even catch up to him, not hard, but how hard he does it doesn't always matter when people around him already perceive him as violent.

and his triggers in general too

As far as his other (sensory, which I hope is what you were wanting to know) triggers and hypersensitivities, he struggles with loud noises although his threshold for them is somewhat bigger than textures-- ie he can handle weapons clashing in battle, loud music when he's out somewhere fun, stuff with an end in sight that either can or does last short enough that it won't become too much before it's over. If it lasts too long, is too loud and piercing, he's having a sensitive day, or any combination of the above, though, it can very much push him to the meltdown point. Piercing, high-frequency sounds or too many sounds going on are also hard for him and will make him clap his hands over his ears SO FAST.

Same with bright lights. There's a threshold, he can handle them to some degree especially if there's a good (to him) reason for him to, but he's still hypersensitive to them. Fluorescent lights at the field office, for example, are another thing he's willing to get on his superiors' bad side for when he doesn't have an office and will just turn off half the lights in the bullpen (I would think they have one of those?) and when people just get annoyed and turn them back on, he would learn to mess with the breakers to where it's not easily undone and looks like an electrical problem. Amon would HATE the sight of him wearing sunglasses indoors and that would make him want to utilize this coping mechanism more. When he is a senior investigator and squad leader who does get a little office of his own, it's just barely light enough for him to read and do paperwork by.

Smells, though, I actually see him being hyposensitive to for the most part. I can see him going into a candle shop, bakery, buffet, anything with lots of options displayed in an easily accessible way and just wanting to pick up everything to sniff it, though he can't always do that because with food that is unsanitary and will get him kicked out. He also has a high tolerance that he hasn't actually found the limit to thus far for filthy crime scenes and rotting gore that even seasoned investigators have to go and vomit at the stench of.

As far as taste, though mouth feel is a different story, I see it also being a more hyposensitive sense for him. He loves to experiment with different flavors of things and is that person who seeks out foods that are really sour, really spicy, really minty, stuff like that that makes his whole face feel the taste of it. Again, would just pick things up and sample them as a stim if it wouldn't get him banned from places with delicious food, and I see him as one of those autistics to whom eating food is a stim. I can also see him liking the taste of alcoholic things for this reason, although on an unrelated note I don't see him as a drinker because he is an angry not-fun-to-be-around drunk; booze is best left as something to soak confections in or savor one single serving of, but he does like the burn.

also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

As mentioned, he is a mixed bag of hyper and hyposensitivies, and deep pressure is something he seeks out just as hard has he avoids light touch. We see him do a lot of the classic signs of this kind of sensory seeking in canon, such as physically risky behaviors, indifference to pain, and constant movement. As far as sharing physical touch with another person, though, which he don't really see in canon, he has a need to be squeezed.

Starting with stuff that can be read as conventionally casual and platonic, I have mentioned he likes Akira and only Akira messing with his hair. That's for the same reason anyone else would run away screaming from having their hair done by her: the result might look amazing, unlike Touka's home hair attempts, but we know she's not the warmest character and can be just as insensitive as Suzuya in her own way as a person. As a hairstylist she really gets in there with combs and brushes and will pull to get a lock perfectly detangled or a braid tight enough to stay intact even while fighting for life and limb against an SS-rank ghoul, all while too absorbed in the task at hand to notice her victim is crying. Honestly, someone might see her updos around the office and convince themselves they can sit through it, but it's too much suffering, even for the most beautiful hair of their lives. For him, though, it's akin to a nice spa day, pleasant and relaxing. Horseplay and sparring also count as touch to him, and are pretty hard to go wrong with since that is always going to be heavy, hard bodily contact. Same with those hearty, macho claps on the shoulder I've mentioned before.

Going a little ways up the conventional ladder of intimacy, giving his hands or his shoulder a squeeze is nice and always advisable, especially when he's fidgety and stressed. Giving him a tight bear hug is the nicest, but you can't be scared to break him, or chances are you're not going to hug hard enough. He also loves to cuddle, but someone has to be laying a lot of body weight on the other. Once that is happening, though, it's even better than a weighted blanket or throwing someone to a mat. He could have a rib broken and still just be disappointed that it means he can't be physically crushed that hard again. Just like he relishes one of his cats or a stray animal laying in his lap, he likes to lean against people he knows won't shoo him away, and would also enjoy having his partner fall asleep against his shoulder or in his lap. Kisses are also fun and exciting for him, but he can't do the light pecks on the cheek and brushes of lips; gotta put some pressure and confidence into it, even if it doesn't get deeper in any other way.

Touching the rest of his body is where I see things getting emotionally fraught for him in addition to having the potential to be real overstimulating real fast. These are the areas of his body that are easily hidden by a nightshirt, a scrapper's costume, or a pretty dress without marring the beautiful doll he was supposed to be, so that's where only Madam ever touched him, and all she gave him were scars. This is where his control over the situation is just as important to him as the physical sensation being pleasant. I know my word choices sound sexual, but this doesn't even mean sex.

We know he is into underground body modification for example, but I see him being strictly DIY if he wants to feel the sensation of needles through his skin, which is the real reason he has his own stitches while not having any conventional piercings or tattoos; office rules wouldn't stop him lmao, he just can't do those himself with as much room for error. Sharing a shower or bath would be all fun and games, and he would like to wash someone's hair and body as a gesture of affection, and the hot water would be nice for him, but don't try to return the favor after he's had his fun. He would enjoy kissing someone all over in a merciless flurry, but honestly, the best way to approach something like that is to let him take what he wants and leave what he doesn't. He's direct enough that if he does want something different, he will get it. This is another small reason I think he pairs well with someone as shy to even try returning the favor as Mutsuki tbh

Hopefully it's not information you were hoping for, because I'm going to stop there as far as stages of intimacy that I googled for the purpose of this ask go. I have headcanons and things to say and would be totally cool answering more r-rated and up questions if one were to ask them directly. I just would rather disappoint someone who didn't ask for explicit content but would have liked reading it than blindside someone who didn't want to read it, you know?

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Five, part 8

The place was busy. Blacks and reds and whites floated around the bar and dance floor. At the moment, Mike Shinoda's remix of "Enjoy The Silence' was pumping through the carefully hidden speakers. The dance floor was crowded with people flowing and ebbing, and not always in time with the song's beat. That's the greatness of the goth dance. All you have to do is flow. That is, unless you were a cyber-goth. Three of them stood off with their neon and black straps, standing against the wall. The strange and hypnotic that was industrial dance was almost hypnotizing when it's done well. These three looked as if they were pretty serious in it.

A bartender dressed in a black shirt and black jeans came up to us. Anyone who looked at him could probably tell he was not a happy person. I don't think he wanted to be here on goth night. Hence why he wore the bare minimum look. I handed over my card before Addison could even slightly protest. I even but the first round for everyone. I'd been a third wheel for so long, that I felt like being generous.

Once we got our drinks, Addison and Kayla started having some quiet conversation I couldn't hear. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. Basically looking for the exits. I always look for the exits.

"How's things been?" I loudly asked Conner.

"Good. Finally got a job at the distribution center." Conner was talking about a Target distribution center that sat on the outskirts of Oconomowoc. The place paid really well and the job's were extremely easy.

"Ah nice. Actually making something?" I promise you, he was making more than I was.

"Enough that one check can pay our rent plus go grocery shopping."

"You guys moved in together?"

"Two months ago. Nobody told you?"

"No. I'll have to get you guys a potted cactus as a housewarming gift. I guess it's official, I'm out of the loop." I laughed. I was never in the loop. You have to pay attention to be in the loop, and even before my head broke, I had a very short attention span.

"Nah, not yet. You're like Pluto. Way out on the edges of the loop."

I may have not been a very social person, but I truly enjoyed the time I spent with the friends I'd managed to have latched on. These moments had been far and few in between, but I wouldn't trade them for anything.

"So how is that working out?" I asked.

"Great. really good. She keeps me in check."

"That's awesome, man. I'm really happy for you guys."

"What about you? What've you been up to?" Conner looked around quick, his eyes scanning the room.

"Work. Home. Repeat. Dropped out. For real this time."

"Just couldn't do it anymore?"

I laughed slightly as I sipped a very strong whiskey sour. I grimaced and swallowed it down. Maybe I'd have to ask him to make mine light. I didn't feel like getting wasted tonight. Not here. Not now.

"You know, there are other places you can go." Conner had met me before Emily, and he got to see a side most of my friends forgot. The teenage anarchist. Loud, obnoxious and fearless. Now I was in fear all the time. Fear of my own head.

"I go other places sometimes."

"Name one."

"I went to Dimes last week."

"Last week."

"What's wrong with that? Once a week is pretty good."

[writer-esque]

In the few season Grian had been on the server, he'd had quite a few alter egos. The Salmon Ghost, Poultry Man, Sherlock Grian, Ariana Griande. Most of the time, it was all one-and-done things, not many hermits knew it was Grian (or knew about it in general). So sometimes while in Grian's base touring around, they found remnants of the past. But sometimes.. your past has a funky way of catching up with you.

The first thing to be found was from Impulse, and coincidentally it was the Ariana Griande costume. The moment Grian had walked into his base, looking at a very confused ImpulseSV holding a sparkly dress, he had nearly died laughing. He'd had to explain the dress, and while still confused, Impulse had a good laugh about it.

The second person to dig up a piece of Grian's past was none other than Iskall, who found the outfit of Poultry Man. White leather pants, yellow leather boots, and a chicken head. Of course, he'd immediately went to Grian to showcase his findings, and the two had a semi-serious discussion before bird puns and the humor of the situation made it impossible not to laugh.

The third piece to be dug up... was a reminder.

Xisuma was the one who found it. While he was talking to Grian, he was looking around, taking in the surroundings. Grian was a phenomenal builder, and while his arrival had been relatively late to the seasons of HermitCraft, he had nonetheless outdone himself every time. It was during his nosing around that he found the visor, as well as a single, inky black feather. Very gently, he'd picked up the feather, examining it. Nobody in the server had black wings, as far as he was aware of. Grian's own wings were a colorful mess, like the pesky birds he often hung around. Then.. the visor. A sheer white surface, almost like the infinity rooms Grian himself had brought into the servers, and just above it, two floating lines, two dots. A symbol that, while incredibly familiar, X just couldn't quite place.

"Hey, Grian? Can you come here for a sec?"

"Hm? Sure what's-"

Grian's baby blue eyes finally fell on the visor, and he fell deathly quite. Xisuma had heard of other Hermits digging up stuff around Grian's base, but he'd never heard any of the others mention Grian reacting like that. The silence was.. unnerving.

"Where did you find that?"

"It was just- on the table. Is it not yours?"

The question barely needed an answer. The sudden spike of tension from Grian was palpable, and from the way he was glaring at the white object, it was pretty clear he had some history with it.

"It.. used to be. I keep throwing it away, but it always finds its way back."

Thrown away. Burnt. Exploded. Tossed into a cactus. Tossed into the void. Left to despawn. Each time it only came back, sooner than before.

"Uhm.. I'll leave this here."

X put the visor down, but he kept the feather in his hands. It carried an uncanny weight, and with Grian's eyes mostly on the visor, he didn't seem to care. That's when it struck Xisuma; Grian's eyes had changed color. From the mischeivous blues that lit up a room, to a dark, foreboding purple. He casually took a step away, folding his arms.

"We can- talk more later, okay? Stay safe."

"You too."

With that unusually curt answer, X took off, and Grian finally walked over to the table, picking up the mask. The symbol of Evo glared at him accusingly, and his dark eyes narrowed.

"I said I was done. I'm not putting it back on. All of you can burn, as much as I care."

But as always, the whispers answered back, oppressive in the silence.

"We don't take no for an answer."

[mrsaguapapi]

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Chapter 16

PDA

We're about 2 beers in of this 30 min interrogation tag teamed by Foggy and Matt when Namor excuses himself to use the bathroom. He kisses me on my cheek, "Jáan in yaakunaj ' I'll be back my love' " he says

"Taan pa'atik ' I'll be waiting," I say smiling before he walks away; I watch him waiting to speak before I'm sure he's out of earshot, "Alright yall knock it off," I say pointing at them

"Knock what off?" Foggy fakes innocence, then breaks out in laughter, "Cut the shit, who is he really?"

"Obviously I can't say, not my truth to tell. Karen help me out here" I half beg

"Lay off guys, I'm sure they have their reasons" she pauses, "But um-" she clears her throat "what about the ears?"

"What's wrong with his ears?" Matt asks

"They're pointy" Foggy and Karen say in unison

"Pointy? Like an elf?" Matt says

"Alright, Alright. Let's not act like a mysterious man with pointy ears is the craziest thing to ever happen in this city. His identity is a secret for a reason, kind of reminds me of someone" I say looking at Matt, "Can we respect that?"

"She's looking at me isn't she," Matt says

"Yep" Foggy laughs

"Yes we can respect that" Karen speaks up for them

"Thank you" I relax," I've missed you guys" I laugh

"We miss you, which reminds me, we have something for you! Foggy walk me to my car real quick" Karen says pulling Foggy from his seat and scurrying away.

"We'll be back" Foggy groans and waves his hand

With both of them gone it was just Matt and me all alone, "So how have you been alter boy?" I laugh taking a sip of beer

"I've been good actually, kind of seeing this girl" Matt Smiles

"No way! Tell me about her"

"She's a lawyer in LA, her current focus is in superhuman law"

"What's her name, I'm gonna look her up" I laugh menacingly

"Jennifer Walters," He says

"No" I gasp

"I take it you've heard of her," he says smiling to himself

"Have I HEARD of her? Am I a human woman on social media? Of course I have. How the hell did you pull the 'She Hulk'?"

"I mean she kinda 'pulled' me"

"Omg, you slut! Is it serious?" I ask

"I mean I met her family and we talk every day, so yea?" he softly laughs

"Matthew Murdock you cheeky devil," I say holding his hand "I'm happy for you"

Squeezing my hand back, "I'm happy for you too, you sound content" he says

"Very" I laugh to myself

At that moment I feel someone touch my lower back and I automatically assume it's Namor and I lean into him but I quickly move when I see an unrecognizable hand wrap around me.

The Vibe:

Black And Gold - Sam Sparro

"Get off her" I hear Matt say as I shove this creep off me and turn around. The man touching me was the stereotypical douchebag, he had a nasty unkept beard, was balding, and reeked of liquor. He was accompanied by 2 equally disgusting friends who smelled of piss and cigarettes

"Sorry sweetheart I couldn't help myself," the creep says trying to touch my hair.

"Don't touch me" I say smacking his hand

"When you're dressed like that you're asking for it" he replies laughing

I sense Matt walk up to my side ready to defend me but I hold my arm out stopping him.

"What are you gonna do? You're a blind dumbass. Can't even see how hot this piece of ass is" he drunkenly laughs with his friends, causing a small crowd to form around us.

"Let me make this clear enough for you," I say stepping up closer to him, "You have a better chance of sprouting wings than you do getting into my pants"

"Come on baby, I could give you a good time," he says grabbing his crotch

"I'd rather fuck a cactus" I plainly say

He spits beside my feet, "You Cun-" Before he could finish I grab his neck firmly squeezing and lifting him, successfully cutting off his airway. The room was filled with gasps and whispers of fear.

"Finish it," I say as he gasps for air and pulls and punches at my arm, "Finish what you were going to say" he continues to choke now kicking his feet.

I loosen my grip a bit so he can speak, "Put-" He coughs "Put me down"

His friends begin to yell and walk up to me so they could help their friend, "Touch me and you're fucking next" I say without even looking at them, causing them to quickly stop.

"I think that's enough Millie" Matt speaks up

Ignoring him I continue, "Are you going to respect women?"

"Fuck You" he chokes out.

Filled with unbridled rage, I squeeze his throat again, and he begins to turn red coughing and gasping for air, "The answer I was looking for was 'Yes'" I say practically hissing, "I'm getting real tired of being touched by assholes like you. Fucking pathetic" I seeth

"Put him down Ki'ichpan, you'll kill him" I hear Namor speak up stepping from behind the man, "Ta vale le pena K'astal junxóot' a humanidad 'Is he worth losing a piece of your humanity?'" he says lightly touching my shoulder

Finding a moment of clarity I snap out of it and I sigh. Rolling my eyes I drop him face-first on the floor. As he coughs finally breathing air, I walk up to him and bend down lifting his head and whispering in his ear:

Bad intentions, divine interventions.

Convictions of disgrace shall call upon my face

"Now anytime you decide to disrespect women, you'll see my face and remember this moment." I pause letting that sink in for a moment, "Have a good night!" I playfully whisper and tap his head before standing up abruptly dropping his head to the floor.

"Sorry Josie," Matt says to the woman behind the bar

I echo Matts's words, "Sorry Josie" I nervously laugh

"No need," she says "Get him the hell out of here," pointing to the creeps friends. They quickly help him up and drag him out of the bar.

"What just happened," Karen asks as she and foggy walk-in

After we all sit back down, I bring them up to speed, "He should be thankful I didn't permanently hurt him, just his ego" I laugh

"What did you whisper to him?" Namor asks

"Bad intentions, divine interventions. Convictions of disgrace shall call upon my face." Matt repeats, "She cursed him"

"You what?!" Foggy asks

"Not all curses are bad, this one will teach him a lesson. Be happy I didn't cause him impotence" I Scoff finishing my beer.

Namor whispers to my ear, " Yaan k'intaj ti' u llegaras leti'e' yáax, tu habría kiinsik ti' le acto. 'He's lucky you got to him first, I would have killed him on the spot " he says causing a shiver to go down my spine

Whispering back to him, " Wa teene' ma' in tsa'ayaj, Teeche' ma' a ' If I can't, you can't" I half laugh, "Yuumbo'otik je'elel in. Ma' in wojel ba'ax Ku taal yóok'ol 'Thank you for stopping me. I don't know what came over me "

Still whispering in my ear, "Mantats' táan in waye' teechi 'I'm always here for you' " he says, "Bejla'e', ti' jump'éel Páaybe'en asab seria, táan u yuk'ik tuláakal in muuk' yo'osal ma' atar a jump'éel pak'o' yéetel follar a kíinsa'ab tu táan tuláakal ' Now on a more serious note, It's taking all of my strength to not pin you to this table and fuck you in front of everyone.' " he says as he roughly grabs my ass under my skirt.

"Comportar u 'Behave' " I say looking at him, "Lelo' a chen advertencia, 'That's your only warning'" I say smiling and booping his nose

"You guys make me want to throw up," Karen says laughing at us, "Here," She says handing me a gift bag, "Before I forget, I know we're like 2 weeks early but, Happy Re-Birthday!" She squeals

"Oh you guys, thank you" I smile

"Re-birthday?" Namor asks

"It's the day Peter found me at the lake. I don't know my real birthday so we use my 're-birth' date to celebrate." I say a little embarrassed, "You guys didn't have to get me anything"

"Don't worry it's not expensive," Foggy says

"Pro Bono work doesn't exactly pay great" Matt laughs

I look in the bag and see a bottle of Whiskey, a Framed picture of us, and a weird engraved case. I pull it out and open it seeing 2 handcrafted Kunai's, "Oh you guys shouldn't have" I pull them out and test the agility of the weapons, spinning them in my hands "where did you find these?" I asked amazed

"A friend from K'un-Lun gave them to me. Not my weapon of choice so I figured you could use them" Matt says

"Thank you guys, so much," I say "I can't wait to use these," I say tucking them in my boot

"Let's hope you don't have to" Karen laughs

The rest of the night was easygoing, we had a few more drinks and talked for another hour or so. Namor finally began to warm up to my friends; laughing and making jokes with them. It was nice to see his guard down a little. Feeling a little tired I rub Namor's leg and whisper in his ear, "Táan wáaj a ts'o'oksik u bin 'You ready to go?'" he nods his head yes and smiles at me, "Alrighty guys we are gonna head out"

"Really? It's still so early though" Karen whines

"11 pm is way past my bedtime" I laugh, "I love y'all," I say before hugging them all

"Bye Mills, Love you too!" Karen says as Foggy waves at us

"Don't be a stranger," Matt says before we walk out of the bar

Now outside and finally alone I look to Namor, "Ready?" I smile. He nods his head and we begin to walk the other way

"Your friends are way more than you let on, especially the blind one," he says

"They are" I laugh "They're good people though," I say.

He responds with a head nod and a grunt, "Roughly how long before we make it to your place" he asks

"40 min without traffic" I respond

"Okay," he says nodding his head, "Will Peter be home?"

"Yes, he should be. Why do you ask?"

He abruptly stops and pulls me close to him "Because I intend on doing things to you that will scar the boy if he overheard" he says roughly grabbing my ass and pulling me into him, "Tell me Millaenyia, have I been on my best behavior?" he asks causing me to feel a heartbeat in my pussy.

Wanting to play along, "Yes Daddy you have," I say snaking my hand down to his dick and lightly touching him just enough to feel him get hard.

I have an idea, hehe

"Come on," I said pulling his hand

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The Vibe:

Woo

I decided it would have taken too long to get home so we checked into a fancy hotel down the road. This will give us much-needed privacy and won't traumatize Peter. I booked us a nice Suite with a balcony overlooking the city.

"Alrighty Mrs. Parker your room is 2007, the elevator is that way, and check out is at 11." The hostess says to me as she hands me our key cards

"Thank you," I say pulling Namor away to the elevators. We get in and another couple tries to come in after us but Namor just holds his hand out and stops them. Not saying a word and just staring at them until the door closes causing me to laugh, "What is wrong with you?" I laugh hitting the elevator button to bring us to our floor

"I just wanted a bit of privacy," He says before pinning me to the wall and looking down at me like I was his next meal, "You were so sexy earlier when you handled that man," he says, "So powerful," Slowly, he slides his hand under my skirt and touching my pussy making me gasp from his cold hands.

I forgot he still has my underwear in his pocket

He roughly slides 2 fingers inside me beginning to slowly finger me as he begins to speak, "I hope you're not too tired my love" he says hooking his fingers and going deeper inside of me prompting me to moan out, "That rights let it out Ki'ichpan" he says breathing down my neck picking up his speed and driving me wild. I throw my head back hitting the wall behind me; this left my neck exposed giving Namor the perfect opportunity to bite and suck on my bare skin.

Feeling the elevator starting to slow down as we approach our floor, Namor takes his free hand and holds my chin, "Open" he says as he pulls out of me. I listen and open my mouth allowing him to place his soaked fingers on my tongue; I grab his wrist holding him in place while I clean his fingers, licking up all of my juices and never breaking eye contact.

When done, I pull him out of my mouth and fix my skirt just in time for the elevator to stop. Namor takes my hand and pulls me behind him as he walks us to our room. When we arrive I open the door with the key card and begin to walk in but before I could take a step further Namor lifts me up bridal style and walks us in, kicking the door closed behind him, "You are too much" I say laughing at him.

He puts me down and takes a seat in front of me on the bed removing his shoes and his shirt, and throwing them both to the floor. "Take off your coat" he calmly demands

I drop the coat to the floor, "What now?" I playfully ask

"Come here"

I walk over to him and stand in between his legs and place my hand on his cheek gently stroking his face. He leans into my touch and breathes in my scent eventually grabbing my wrist and placing it down to my side, "Turn around" Slowly I do as he says. He gently takes both my hand and holds them together behind my back. I feel him shuffle in his pocket looking for something, "Almost forgot I had these" He says

My Panties

I feel him take my panties and use them as a rope to tie my hands together firmly, "You know I can easily break out of these" I lightly chuckle.

He slowly rubs his hands up my legs stopping at my waist, "Be a good girl and don't" he says before forcing me to sit down in his lap. I can feel his erection grow harder under me; taking this opportunity I begin to slowly grind in his lap, massaging his dick under me. Hands still gripping my waist, Namor begins to match my grind back, breathing heavily and softly moaning under his breath. We stay this way for a few minutes enjoying each other's longing touch, eventually, this wasn't enough for Namor; very abruptly I feel him rip my skirt off so easily that for a moment I thought it was paper.

"Hey! I liked that skirt" I half complain

"I did too," he says ripping off my bra and holding it out for me to see, "I liked this too"

"You're an animal," I say as he roughly grabs both of my breasts

"An animal?" he says before grabbing a handful of my hair and holding me back to his chest, "Shall I fuck you like one?" he whispers in my ear

Completely speechless and unable to move I just shake my head yes. Namor chuckles under his breath and stands us up; he walks me over to the desk next to the bed and gently folds me over it. Face down, ass up. I feel him take the majority of my hair in his hand and wrap it around his wrist, kind of like a dog leash. He then takes his dick and positions himself at my entrance, "Are you ready Ki'ichpan?"

"Yes, Daddy" I smile to myself.

Namor takes the okay and begins to slowly enter me and stops when he's balls deep, "If I get too rough, say my true name 'K'uk'ulkan'" I nod my head in response. Before I knew it Namor began to slam into me as if his life depended on it. With each thrust, his hips made a loud slapping sound when he made contact with my ass. The position I am in is extremely uncomfortable, my hands were bound and my hair was being pulled so I couldn't move my head; but despite that, all I could think about was how good Namor was making me feel.

I swear with each pump I can feel him go deeper inside me, inching closer to my cervix. This feeling was painful but mostly I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me causing me to instinctively clench my walls around his dick and arch my back so he could go deeper. With each desperate thrust from Namor, I was sent closer and closer to the edge. I swear I could feel every vein and twitch from his dick as my walls form around his incredible length. I let out my cries of pain and pleasure unable to compose myself, "Oh fuck" I yell out

Namor growls out and pulls me from the table and roughly walks me toward the balcony pressing me against the window and continuing to pound me to oblivion, "This is what fucking you like an animal is like; out in the open for the world to see" He says between grunts, "Do you want to me to stop?" he says gripping my neck and breast from behind

I don't want him to stop... but anyone can see us. And yet, something about that is turning me on more.

"No" I choke out

"Are you scared someone will see us?" He says smacking my ass

I heard his question but I couldn't answer, he has been hitting my sweet spot for the last few minutes and I was about to burst. Pulling me to his chest and bear-hugging me, he continues to slam into me, "Answer me" he says in my ear

"Yes!" I moan out

"I hope someone sees us, I wish Bucky could see us right now." He laughs sinisterly, "You're mine. You will be my queen. Say it" He demands

"I'm yours!" I cry out as he drills into me, "I'm so close, don't stop," I say blinking back tears.

Namor then releases me from his arms and unties my hands allowing me to fall forward on the window to brace myself. With every hard thrust, my tits pressed against the glass; it was a wonderfully lewd site to see. I feel Namors dick begin to twitch in me as he rests his head on my shoulder, whimpering and breathing in my ear. That was all I needed to reach my orgasm; my walls firmly hold Namors dick in place, practically forcing him to cum with me. My Climax was so strong that I begin to black out a little and my legs give in. Fortunately, Namor was holding me upright and in place as he released himself in me. Unable to keep my eyes open and maintain a balance I feel myself drift off...

Oh my god, am I fainting?

[elbiotipo]

Thinking about the crew of my space opera story. I'm not going to use the crew I used for all my OTHER space stories (with some modifications) because that's more of a family than a crew, and the idea is that this is a business crew that slowly grows into something more. So the basic crew is:

The captain/pilot who is a human from one of the ancient relativist clans (of Argentine descent of course), who is the serious and at the same time emotional (porteño amargado) captain.

The engineer, who is a cactus like dude who communicates by signals and shapes on their leaves. Distant and sarcastic.

The ancient princess from an extinct shark civilization who they found in suspended animation. Seems spoiled and evasive at first, but has secrets and such.

Now the thing is that it's only the dude and the cactus at first and they are bored until the princess shows up... however, navigating through the aether in this setting is a bit like flying through a storm of dark matter and energy. You have to be 24/7 alert, and what happens when he has to sleep? The engineer doesn't sleep because he's a cactus, but he can't also work all the time. You need people who do shifts.

Which makes me wonder what happened when Han and Chewbacca needed to take a nap.

On the other hand in real life (unfortunately) people in transport tend to sleep very little (these guys are literal space truckers) but I doubt even the most lax spaceport regulations would allow 24-hour shifts. It cuts a little into the "it was only these two guys until the princess showed up" theme, but I'll have to make a crew, at least 3 more.

On the other other hand, it would be funny in a fail way that these two guys were maintaining the whole thing themselves. The captain has to do the paperwork, so the engineer has to make the food for the passengers, and since the captain was busy loading the freight by himself and he broke his back, he forgot to buy those prepackaged lunches. So, it's boiled potatoes for everyone. Humans love that, right?