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[alostdemonangel]

In celebration of the past post getting more than 100 likes on twitter!!

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Hotter Than Texas | Part III

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

A/N: Thank you for all the lovely messages about this series! I'm so happy y'all are loving it and are excited to see it continued <3

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Aka it's a road trip, strap in.

CW: swearing, age gap (10 years)

WC: 2200+

Part I | Masterlist

“You got a girlfriend, Brad Bradshaw?”

Bradley looks over at you, sitting in his passenger seat in a green sundress, fiddling with a charm on your bracelet. “No,” he replies rather hoarsely, unsure how to interpret your question.

“Why not?” you continue, your tone light and carefree, as though you’re just asking about the weather.

“I dunno,” Bradley mutters uncomfortably, returning his attention to the road.

You look up at him abruptly and he throws you a brief glance; just long enough to see the concern on your face. “Think about it,” you suggest.

Bradley sighs, making a concentrated effort to check his blind spot before switching lanes – like driving could distract him from this conversation. Why doesn’t he have a girlfriend? He’s never really thought about it so, clearly, it hasn’t been at the top of his priority list. “The last girlfriend I had was in college. Didn’t last long, either,” he says, hoping this might appease your curiosity enough for you to change the subject.

“Hmm.”

He looks over at you again, wondering what you’re thinking. Wondering if you might consider this little detail a red flag. “I haven’t really met anyone I wanted to spend all my time with,” he says. Until now.

“Interesting,” you muse, leaning back into your seat as though you’re satisfied with this response.

“Is it?” Bradley asks, his gaze inadvertently coasting over your bare thighs every time he glances at you.

You shrug mildly, your fingers once again toying with your bracelet.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Bradley asks, feeling temporarily bold.

“Mmm,” you deliberate, dropping your hands into your lap and slanting your head back against the headrest. “We’ll see.”

Bradley furrows his eyebrows, now watching you more than he’s watching the road. “What does that mean?”

“It means, we’ll see, sugar,” you respond absently. Then, suddenly, you spring up in your seat. “Apple orchard ahead!” you exclaim, pointing at the sign on the side of the interstate.

Bradley, more confused than ever, blinks between your outstretched arm, the billboard, and the road. “You want to pick apples?”

You give Bradley a look and say, “They’ll have pie!”

“Oh!” Bradley chuckles. “Say no more.” He makes a few lane changes so as not to miss the fast-approaching exit.

“We can have the pie for lunch,” you say, glancing at the clock on his dash.

“We can stop for lunch and then get pie,” Bradley proposes, hoping to once again enjoy the pleasure of your company at a restaurant.

You consider his offer and then counter with, “We can have some pie, then have lunch, and then have some more pie.”

Bradley laughs. “Sold.”

…

About an hour later, Bradley is sitting with you on a small dock overlooking a creek, the open pie box positioned in between the two of you.

“That’s a fresh pie,” you comment, sticking your fork into the flaky crust.

Bradley grins at the top of your head as you lean over the box to take a bite. For some reason, your obsession with pie supremely amuses him. “You’re fucking adorable,” he says before he can stop himself.

You freeze with the fork in your mouth and then slowly blink up at him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you sensually draw the fork out of your mouth and then lick it for good measure. Bradley nearly has a heart attack. You smirk at him playfully and then get to your feet. “You think?” you ask, as though you want to hear him say it again. You bend over slightly and lift your leg to remove a sandal.

Bradley watches you gracefully step out of your shoes while beads of sweat collect under the collar of his t-shirt. How could he have let that kind of thing slip?

“Fancy a dip, Rooster?” You eye him mischievously.

Bradley gulps as you bunch up your sundress, exposing more of your legs than he should ever get to see, and dip a toe into the water. The current bubbles around your foot.

“It’s cold!” you squeal, lifting your foot out of the water with a laugh.

Bradley chuckles, getting up as you hop in your excitement on the edge of the dock. “Careful,” he cautions, holding his arm out in case you fall. “Don’t slip.”

You plunge your whole foot into the water before promptly removing it with a splash and a yelp.

“Come on,” he says. “How cold can it be?”

You giggle, taking a hold of his arm as you once again lower your foot into the creek.

Bradley lets his hand close gently around your elbow, steadying you while your toe makes circles in the water.

“How deep do you think it is?”

And before Bradley has a chance to respond, you make your way to the bank and take several steps into the creek, squealing as you go. Bradley shakes his head with a laugh as you wade further in.

“What’re you waitin’ for, handsome?” you call to him when you’re about knee deep in the water.

Bradley, who’s pretty sure he’s going to be replaying that line in his head for the next week, strolls up the dock toward the bank. He slips off his shoes and stands on the slope for a moment, letting the water lap at his bare feet.

“It’s freezing, right?” you exclaim giddily.

Bradley shrugs as he finally enters the – admittedly frigid – water. “It’s nice,” he says. “Refreshing.”

You snort as he strides toward you and, when he’s close enough, you dip your hand into the water and splash him.

“Hey now,” he cautions. “Don’t start something you wouldn't want me to finish.” He’s deep enough now that the bottoms of his shorts are skimming the surface of the water.

You giggle and splash him again – harder this time.

Bradley shakes his head, lowering his hand into the water. “Just remember,” he says, “you asked for this.” And then he glides his hand along the surface, sending a cluster of water droplets in your direction.

You screech, covering your face and, not a moment later, start a boisterous aquatic attack, showering him with icy water and completely impairing his visual field. The skirt of your dress floats in the water like a lily pad as you retreat deeper into the creek.

Bradley, who’s now soaked from head to toe, peels off his t-shirt and tosses it onto the dock. Then, he follows you deeper. “You’ve been warned, princess,” he says, gathering a wave of water and sending it in your direction.

You scream as the giant splash drenches you entirely. You stand still for a moment, accepting your fate, and then you wrap your arms around your shoulders, shivering as you glance up at Bradley whilst water drips from the tip of your nose. “I’m all wet!” you shriek.

Bradley laughs, finally approaching you. “What did you expect?”

“That you’d let me win!”

Bradley eyes you with a smirk. “Let you win? Honey, you don’t know me at all.” Bradley can’t remember the last time in his life he’d used so many pet names, but, looking at you, they just keep rolling off his tongue.

You pout at him, your lashes dripping water every time you blink. “I’ll get you back when you least expect it,” you say.

Bradley chuckles. “Your lips are turning blue,” he says, noticing that your teeth are starting to chatter.

You let Bradley lead you out of the water and, once you’re back on the bank, you start to wring out the bottom of your sundress. The wet material sticks to your curves invitingly and Bradley begrudgingly looks away.

…

“Want me to drive for a while?” you ask, approaching the car.

Bradley looks over at you with an amused smirk as he pulls open the passenger door. “Nope,” he responds.

“You don’t trust me with your precious Bronco?” you ask playfully.

Bradley chuckles, shaking his head. “I just don’t mind driving.”

“Neither do I.” You shrug.

Bradley ponders for a moment before replying, “Next time.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Planning another road trip with me already?”

Bradley feels the unwelcome – but vexingly predictable – stutter of his heart as you continue to hold his gaze. He tightens his grip on the frame of the door he’s still holding open because he can’t very well sink his hands into you. Not only are you much younger than anyone Bradley’s ever dated, you’re also Hangman’s little sister, a reality so unfortunate that it almost feels contrived. Of all the girls in the world, why does he have to be so utterly infatuated with you? After a few seconds of – we’ll call it deliberate – silence, he grins. “If you’ll have me,” he says.

You smile. “Fun,” you say, drawing a little closer to the passenger door – a little closer to Bradley. “Where are we going?”

Bradley gulps uneasily. “Anywhere,” he says, his voice raspy and uneven.

You graze your teeth over your bottom lip and Bradley could swear that the heat of the afternoon sun is about to melt his very bones. “I’ve always wanted to take the scenic route to Alaska,” you muse, pursing your lips.

Bradley watches you unblinkingly. “Let’s go,” he says.

You let out a peal of laughter and slap him lightly on the chest. “Can you imagine?” you exclaim.

He can. “It’s a bit in the opposite direction,” he says somewhat ironically. “But anything’s better than the desert,” he concludes, slowly shifting his weight after standing very still for a very long time.

You smile at him sympathetically, as though you can tell he’s suffering greatly. “Rain check?” you ask softly.

Bradley, who is absolutely sure that there isn’t a single organ in his body left uncooked, comments facetiously, “Does it ever rain here?”

…

“Let’s stop for some coffee,” you say about half an hour after getting back on the road.

If Bradley didn’t know any better, he’d think you might be finding excuses to extend the trip. “With a pinch of salt?” Bradley teases you, but obediently merges onto the offramp.

“I’m thinking of switching majors,” you say quietly, as though you’re unsure whether you really want to share this information.

Bradley glances over at you as he pulls up to a red light. “Sounds like you might need something a little stronger than coffee.”

You snort loudly and then let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m thinking you might be right, darlin’.”

Bradley’s heart races as he pulls into the lot of the first bar he sees. Frequenting watering holes is absolutely on the list of things Bradley should not be doing with his colleague’s baby sister. But you seem like you need to get something off your chest. And Bradley can’t imagine a more ideal way to spend an evening.

The tavern is low-lit and crowded, and you shift slightly closer to his side upon entering. Bradley instinctively places a hand on your back, like it’s meant to be there or something. He guides you through the packed bar toward an empty table near the back and waves down a server before taking a seat across from you.

He slides you a cocktail menu and watches you peruse it without saying a word. When the server arrives, you order a paloma.

Bradley orders a whiskey neat and fixes you with a weighty look once the server departs. “You want to talk about it?” he asks.

You shrug. “We can.”

Bradley continues searching your face. “Do you want to?”

You sigh and look down into your lap. “Nobody knows yet,” you admit. “I’m halfway through my junior year so switching would really set me back.”

Bradley nods sympathetically. He knows all about being set back. “What are you thinking of switching to?”

“Psych,” you respond hesitantly.

Then the drinks arrive and you fall uncharacteristically silent. Bradley takes a sip of his whiskey while you down a quarter of your cocktail in one gulp. “You want my advice?” he asks. “Or are you just sharing?”

You meet his gaze distantly. “My parents are gonna flip shit,” you says monotonously, as if you haven’t even heard his question.

Bradley smirks at you. “It’s their job to overreact,” he says. “They just want to protect you.”

You absently run your finger around the rim of your glass. “My brother’s gonna question my judgement. Say I’m making a mistake.”

“Your brother has questionable judgement, himself,” Bradley points out.

You let out a small chuckle. “I wish I knew both outcomes before making a decision.”

Bradley could sure relate to that feeling. “Sometimes, you just have to go with your gut. It may not apply here, to be honest, but this guy I know – one of my superiors – he uh, he has this motto: ‘Don’t think, just do.’ I’m not saying yours has to be a split second decision. But, if it were, and you had to decide this minute, without weighing the consequences or talking it over with your family, what would you choose?”

You blink up at him soberly and state, “Naval Academy.”

Bradley’s eyes widen stupidly as he processes your words. “That” – he croaks, then clears his throat – “that’s not psychology.”

You suck in your cheeks and solemnly shake your head.

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[revasserium]

to the lighthouse - Zoro and what guides him home

10. to the lighthouse

zoro; 2,320 words, opla!zoro, the fluffiest of fluff, straw hat!reader, established relationship

summary: you just wanted to buy some apples; now complete with a prequel right here

a/n: aggressively adorable, truly -- i have no excuse for this okay. i'm just so freakishly whipped for opla!zoro pls dont look at at me

zoro has never been great shakes at directions (navigation has always been more nami’s thing, and he knows his place in the world), but he’s never needed a compass to find his way home. once, he might have. once, he would’ve wandered and wondered forever and ever, believing the great unknowns of the world to be his compass rose, the horizon his true north, but not anymore. because you see, he’s grown since then — he’s gotten bigger, stronger, more ruthless, more deadly. but he’s gotten smarter too… if only just by a little bit.

he’s learned since then that home doesn’t have to be a place, that it can just as easily be a person.

or, in his case, that it could be both.

“warn me, the next time you plan on getting kidnapped for ransom, would’ya?”

there’s blood on his headband and blood on his shoes, but he can’t quite keep his voice as gruff as he’d like, even as he hauls you bodily onto the deck of the going merry, scowling as you kick your feet in a feeble attempt to get him to let you go.

“it’s not like i was trying to get kidnapped! i was getting apples from the market!”

“yeah, in broad daylight, in a giant port town where all our faces are plastered across wanted posters! even i could’ve told you that’s a bad idea.”

you yelp as he dumps you unceremoniously onto the kitchen’s large wooden table, mumbling to himself as he beings to rummage through the drawers for a first aide kit, slamming cupboards as he goes.

you fold your arms, unable to stop the grin from tugging at your lips.

“did you… just call yourself dumb?”

zoro whirls around, color blotching into his cheeks as he glares, “i — f — you know what i mean!”

he whips back around and slams a drawer so hard the handle breaks; he swears even as you start to laugh, wincing and clutching at your stomach, the skin of your side tender and growing more so by the minute.

“o-ow! don’t make me laugh! it hurts!”

“serves you right… stupid… parading around… not paying attention…”

he slams the first aid kit onto the table next to you, roughly swatting your hand out of the way as he gingerly lifts your shirt to inspect the damage.

“i’m fine —”

“you’re not fine, and quit squirming. i’m not chopper so if i fuck up, it’s your fault.”

you press your lips and hold still, hissing as he carefully dabs at a rather large gash between two of your ribs.

“and i wasn’t parading… i mean, my face isn’t on a wanted poster yet so…”

zoro spares you a single look before going back to his work, “yeah. yet.”

you deflate, inching forward slightly to make his job a bit easier as he continues to clean your wound, his touch now so much gentler than anyone might give him credit for. you watch him with soft eyes, trail the tracks of his fingers as he fumbles with the alcohol soaked cotton pad, daubing at the raw red of your skin. you wondered if anyone who hunted him from his picture on a wanted poster would recognize him now, his cheeks flushed, his brows lightly furrowed, his eyes sharp and steady as tried his best not to hurt you.

“there,” he says, his voice short and rough as he presses his palm over a strip of clean gauze, sealing it in place. he pulls back to admire his handiwork, looking as pleased as he might’ve been if he’d just decapitated an entire infantry’s worth of men without drawing a single sword.

you gingerly tug your shirt back down, your skin feeling much warmer at the places where he’d touched, his palm-print burning like a brand along the expanse of your ribs. you gulp and clear your throat.

“sorry… i — i didn’t mean to.”

“save it,” and then, when you wince at his tone, zoro sighs, scratching at the back of his neck as he leans up against the table next to you, “i know you didn’t. i was just…”

and it’s his turn to pause, to clear his throat and look away.

“sanji… sanji wanted apples for the curry he’s making tonight,” you say, kicking your feet, your eyes trained on the tips of your shoes as they swing up and down in succession — right, left, right, left, right —

“apples in curry? ew.”

“he said they’re the secret ingredient! and — apparently, the better the apples, the better the curry, and it’s — well, it’s fall so they’re in season right now, and nami said this island is known for their apple orchards so i thought — maybe if i went to the market on the first day i’d be able to snag the best ones —”

he cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing passed your surprised squeak before your eyes flutter shut, your lashes tickling his cheeks like moth wings. you can almost taste his satisfied smirk when your fingers curl into the front of his shirt to tug him closer.

“you’re rambling… you only do that when you’re nervous.”

you bite your lip but zoro presses his thumb to your chin, tilting your head up till he meets your eyes.

“why’re you nervous?”

“i — i’m not —”

“hm. you’ve always been a shit liar.”

you try to tug your head away from him but his grip is strong, his other hand casually resting below your waist, his fingers pressing into the soft of your hips, holding you in place.

“it’s… nothing…” but he’s right. you have always been a terrible liar, even worse to the people who know you. and god does zoro know you.

zoro’s grin goes wolfish as he cocks his head, eyeing you as a hunter might his prey, “pretty little liar though… i gotta say,” he drags his thumb along the bottom of your lip, pushing against the plush of your mouth, his eyes going dark as he watches the way your breath hitches.

“but even pretty little liars deserve to be punished, don’t they?” he leans in, breath hot by your ear, his words chasing shivers up and down your spine. you fight back a whimper, knowing that if he were truly to pin you there, there’d be nothing you could do to escape him.

“unless… you wanna tell me the truth?”

you let out a shuddering breath before sighing.

“w-we — we wanted to — to throw you a birthday party.”

zoro pauses, his darkened gaze going wide for a second before he pulls back, visibly confused.

“b…birthday? uh — that’s not till november —”

“i know but… who knows if we’ll be docked by then, and… your favorite season is autumn so…” you shrug, voice small even as you try to duck and hide the blush rushing up into your cheeks.

“so… you went to get apples… for my not-birthday birthday dinner?”

“i mean — your favorite food is rice and… curry goes the best with rice, right?”

zoro lets out a breathy laugh, his hand falling to press against your other hip. but before he can say anything else, sanji’s voice echoes in from just beyond the door before it swings open to reveal sanji, with his arms full of groceries and usopp close behind him, nearly running into sanji’s back as he comes to an abrupt stop at the sight before him.

“darling, did you manage to get those apples? y’know if we’re really gonna make this curry, it’ll have to stew for a good three or so hours — oh — my apologies… was i interrupting something? decide to give the lucky man an amuse bouche before his main course tonight, yeah?”

you groan and try to tug away but zoro merely quirks an eyebrow, seemingly unphased.

“why’re you putting apples into perfectly good curry?”

at this, sanji rolls his eyes and hoists the groceries on to the kitchen table next to you, casting zoro a scathing look.

“look man, i don’t question your sword-swinging and you don’t question my cooking, alright? now, if you’re really thirsting to know — the sweetness in the apples gives texture to the curry as it stews, and that’s what makes it so damn delicious when you pair it with the rice, got it?”

zoro scoffs, his hands still planted firmly on either side of your hips even as sanji starts to pull out all the varied ingredients for the meal. behind him, usopp is juggling an impressive number of liquor bottles as he tries to slot them into the drinks rack.

“yeah. we’ll see,” and with a single arm, zoro hoists you from the table and sets you down on the ground next to him, guiding you from the kitchens even as sanji shoots you a salacious wink.

“you’ll be singin’ to a different tune when you’ve had your first taste, moss-head!”

zoro doesn’t grace that with a response, steering you out of the kitchens before yelling for usopp to toss him a bottle of something good over his shoulder.

later that night, when the party is in full swing, he finds you by the carved white railings at the darkened head of the ship, eyes trained on the far horizon. behind you both, luffy is standing on a barrel, belting some old drinking song while nami laughs and sanji swings chopper in a strange, uncoordinated two-step.

“hey,” he says, bumping your shoulder with his.

“oh! hey…” you cast him a smile as he takes another swig from his nearly empty glass.

“why aren’t you —” he jerks his head back towards the swinging, dancing, laughing crew.

you bite back a smile, shrugging, “i was just… thinking.”

“oh. well, that’s not good.”

you slam your shoulder into his but he barely moves, chuckling.

“today… when you saved me from those kidnappers… how’dyou know where to find me?”

you turn to look at him, and for a second, the question almost catches him off guard. he stares at you, as if unsure himself how to answer before he grins, his eyes slipping from you out towards the darkness beyond as behind you both, sanji starts in on a showtune in a warbled language neither of you can understand.

“actually, ‘m not sure… i just… had a feeling.”

you blink, “you… had a feeling?”

“yeah like… y’know when uh — turtles and stuff always know how to get back to the beach where they were born?”

your eyebrows slowly migrate up your forehead this words as you stare at him, dumbstruck.

“zoro… you’ve gotten lost on a straight road before —”

“shut up! it’s not — it’s different though… i dunno how to explain it, but i just… i just knew. something — something wasn’t right and i knew i had to find you.”

and even in the relative darkness, you can see the color seeping into his cheeks. you let yourself laugh, glancing down at the half-finished drink in your own hands.

“i’ll… i’ll always find you.”

you look up at his words, his voice so much softer than you’re used to, the words so much more tender. you look up to find him watching you, his gaze soft and warm, sweet and molten.

“even if it takes me forever… i’ll… i’ll always find my way to you.”

and you wonder if it’s the alcohol, you wonder if it’s the darkness gifted by the moonless night, the prickling light of a hundred thousand stars winking above in the velvet sky.

you nod, raising your glass in quiet acceptance of his words, of this solemn vow that you know he’d never make without the intention of honoring it until time itself has breathed its last.

you clink your glass against his.

“happy birthday.”

zoro laughs, shaking his head, “can’t believe you’re making me celebrate two months early.”

“we can throw another party when its your actual birthday.”

“yeah — just promise me you won’t get kidnapped again.”

you laugh, shaking your head, “as long as you promise that if i do… you’ll be there to find me.”

zoro raises his glass to his lips, “i’ll drink to that.”

you toss your own drink back, feel the burn of it work it’s way down your throat, the fire settling in the pit of your stomach as zoro tugs you by the hand back to the heart of the party, where nami screams and throws her arms round you, pulling you into a suffocating hug and sanji nearly trips over trying to refill your glass.

zoro grins, laughing as luffy wobbles and nearly smashes into the main mast. he lets sanji refill his drink; he lets luffy pull him into a unwilling sea shanty, everyone swaying left and right with the uneven rhythm of the drowsy sea.

and he realizes, not for the first time, though it still sometimes comes as a surprise — that there’s no place he’d rather be. because you see, for zoro home is both a place and a person — the place is here with his crew around him, the ocean beneath them, the world sprawled out like a map at their feet.

and the person… he looks up across the raucous merry-making to catch your eye, to catch a breath of your bright, bell-like laughter — he’s never been more sure of anything else in his entire life that the person… is you.

opla!zoro requests r open LOL (literally idk if i will write anyone else but him at this point but EY if u got a req....)

[qu0kkarambles]

Day 14 - Na Jaemin

Authors note- day 14! I’m aware I’m posting this late and for the rest of kinktober 2023 each day will probably be posted late/into early November but they will all be posted.

Warnings - smut (minors dni), biting, alcohol, friends to lovers, oral, marking

The carpet was soft beneath you as you sat cross-legged in the floor, the other was arty guests joining you as you sat in a circle. It was cliché, but once someone had suggested truth or dare, the idea was set in stone, and so here you were. Around 10 of the party guests had decided to play, including yourself and your best friend jaemin. He sat to your right as the other players filled in the rest of the circle.

The game started tame, easy questions and harmless dates, but as the night continued they got more heated.

‘Y/n truth or dare?’ Jeno asked from opposite you, downing his beer. ‘Uhh…truth’ you replied, not wanting to follow in the footsteps of some of the earlier dares (mark looked like he was getting cold with his top off).

‘Have you ever had a sexual fantasy or dream about someone playing right now?’ Jeno asked, his mouth in a cheeky smirk as he winked at you. He was so dead for that.

‘Yes’

A few oohs and aahs filled the group, someone asking who, but you quickly hurried the game along, not wanting anything more to come from your round. You nervously glanced to your side, jaemin’s thigh warm against your own. You looked to him, only to see him staring back, his grin wide as he listened to haechan whine across the circle.

‘Hyung I don’t want to pick dare’ he whined, his cheeks red.

‘Doesn’t matter, everyone’s picking truth and it’s boring someone has to pick dare’ Mark replied, softly stroking the younger boys hair sad he pouted.

‘I’ll pick dare.’

Your eyes swung once more to jaemin beside you, his sudden eagerness to play the game getting everyone’s attention.

‘Kiss y/n’s neck’

You barely registered whose voice had made the request, too distracted by jaemins eyes as he looked to you, his gaze lowering to your neck as he inched closer.

Before you could object, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his lips soft against you as he gently kissed along your neck. For a moment, it felt like the room had emptied, like you were the only two people in the room. His teeth gently bit your skin, snapping you back to reality, back to the stares of your friends as jaemin pulled away from you, a small smirk across his face.

The game continued, the blush on your cheeks slowly disappearing. You felt overly aware of jaemin now, how his thigh touched yours, how his hand had been resting on your foot for the past 20 minutes. Even the smell of his cologne, which usually you dm found comfort it, felt like it was surrounding you, no escape from his aura.

As the night dragged on, the game dwindled out, party guests leaving and the night drawing to an end. You had already agreed with jaemin to sleep at his, his dorm across the street rather than walking the 40 minutes home.

As you grabbed your coat, he met you by the door, his hand on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowded room. The moment felt intimate, in a way that you and jaemin had never been before. He had been your friend for years, and physical affection was a big part of your friendship. But tonight felt different.

As you got to his dorm, you slipped your shoes off, quickly reaching for the pile of clothes you had left there earlier, desperate to get changed. As you stepped into the bathroom, removing your top your eyes were immediately drawn to the spot on your neck that jaemin had earlier kissed.

‘Na Jaemin?! I can’t believe you!’ You were practically shouting as you stormed from the bathroom. His eyes widened as you stood before him, topless and red faced.

‘You bit me?! You bit me and it left a mark?! How am I supposed to cover this up? Why did you bite me?’ You were rambling, shocked by the reddening mark left behind from his earlier attentions.

You waited for his reply, confused by his lack of response and slack-jawed stare.

‘Jaemin why are you looking at me like I have three heads? What is-?’

Your questions were cut off as his lips crashed to yours, his hands on your hips holding you closer as he deepened the kiss. You pulled back from him, his breathing laboured as he looked at you, his gaze son dropping to the floor.

‘Jaemin what-?’

‘Y/n you are stood there. In just a bra. And I have had the biggest crush in you for years and I marked you for christs sake, I mean- how can I keep away from you?’ He asked, his eyes softening as he looked to you, searching in your eyes for an answer to his rhetorical question. But you had no answer, and so you did the only thing you could think to do.

His lips were softer this time, less frantic as you kissed him, his tongue tasting like beer and cake, a sickly sweet mixture that made you crave him even more. His hands found your neck, pulling you closer as he walked you both back toward his bed, your back landing softly on his sheets as he hovered over you.

‘Are you sure about this y/n?’ He asked, his cheeks blushed and eyes frantically searching yours.

‘Yes, just kiss me already’ you replied, your hands reaching out to him, pulling him on top of you as his lips met yours. His hands were delicate, his kiss passionate as he worked you up.

Soon, he was between your legs, your clothes strewn across the floor as he kissed along your calves. He nibbled on your skin as he moved, leaving a trail of hickeys and small bite marks along your legs. When he got to your inner thighs, his bites became slightly harsher, sinking his teeth into the plush skin there. You gasped as he did, certain it would leave a mark but not mad about the fact. You wanted to be marked by him, show the world who you belonged to.

‘Fuck y/n, so perfect for me’ he said, filing his tongue into your entrance. You could only moan in response, your toes curling as he began to chase your high. His teasing had you worked up, and it wasn’t long before you were moaning his name, whining into his sheets as you reached the edge. With your hands tight in his hair, your release covered his chin, your moans filling the room.

He moved from between your legs, kissing and biting his way up your body until his lips met yours, his hands pinning yours to the bed below you as he spoke.

‘We’re not done yet baby’

[fealtyfaggot]

🌟💌I commend my soul to any god that can find it💌🌟

Behold! My Moist von Lipwig Cosplay from Comic Con today! I've worked so hard on this and it was an absolute delight to spend a day in Moist's (rather uncomfortable) shoes. 10/10 would recommend being a shiny little con/postman.

Also, I'd like to thank @vampirejuno for helping me write my prop letters (especially the one from Margolotta to Vetinari, which I will admit I kept for myself rather than handing it out to con-goers like the rest), @sybilvimes and @potato-lord-but-not for drawing such excellent Moists that helped me guide my rather haphazard creative decisions, and @lilprince for being so so nice at con when I was going into autistic overdrive over meeting my cosplay idol. Much love, and on to the next one 💕.

[casbeeminestiel]

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours

Dean wouldn’t have called himself a faithful man. Over the years, he’s heard himself described as many things- irreverent, stubborn, codependent, righteous, temperamental, broken. But faithful? Nah, never. 

Not until he married Cas, anyways.

Twelve years gone and two years on, he finds himself putting the hours into believing in someone and something bigger than he. 

It’s not always easy. Of course it isn't. Nothing worth having ever is.

But sometimes, like right now, Dean finds that it is easy.

For example, it’s easy to thread his fingers through Cas’ on the drive across I-10 in Florida, warm skin on warm skin and wedding ring on wedding ring on the bench seat between them in an untangleable knot. He can feel Cas’ pulse, steady and strong where his own thumb caresses his husband’s wrist. Cas shivers and smiles, and Dean…

Dean falls in love for the millionth time.

And again in a diner parking lot a few hours later as he sucks sticky, syrupy kisses down the column of Cas’ throat in Baby’s backseat. Turns out the only thing that can rival how hot it is outside is Dean’s husband. 

“Dean,” Cas groans, panting. His hair is a mess from Dean’s hands raking and tugging at the silky strands.

When Dean pulls back to answer, he feels a sharp spike of lust join the warm, sweet affection suffusing throughout his body. Cas is a damn vision in the midday sun streaming through the windows, his tan skin dappled with shadows cast by the thunderheads starting to creep overhead in a drastic vignette. He looks like a painting.

“Hot damn,” Dean rasps, leaning back in to get his lips in the hollow of Cas’ collarbone. He sweeps his thumb behind his ear and smiles to himself as Castiel’s laughter at his eagerness turns into a stuttering gasp.

Soon enough, Cas sheds his leather jacket- a new addition to his wardrobe, one that Dean is a little obsessed with- and Dean’s flannel joins it on the floor of the Impala, followed by their shoes and socks. Jeans and boxers and shirts are pushed out of the way. Hands find hands again as lips search out skin. Dean likes them like this, an ouroboros of DeanandCas. 

Outside, the rain has started to fall to the earth in sheets, a true subtropical spring thunderstorm. Inside the car, they’ve lost track of time, lost sense of anything but the act of losing themselves in each other. 

Thunder rattles the windows, but Dean doesn’t notice. He’s too busy making the love of his life fall apart in his arms over and over again.

It’s crazy how these things work, he thinks; how his forever home fits so perfectly inside his first home, how Cas’ legs fit around his waist, how he fits inside Cas, how their hands fit together.

How they fit together. 

Their lives, their bodies, their souls. ‘Til death do them part, and after.

Afterwards, after they’ve found the energy to dress themselves once more, they lay there for a while longer and listen to the storm outside. Dean can drive in this weather, but truth be told, he’d rather listen to Cas’ heartbeat under his ear where his head is resting on his husband’s chest.

It’s alright. They have time.

Cas is quiet where Dean is curled around him. Far as Dean can tell, it’s a good kind of quiet. He’s proven right when Cas trails lazy fingers in circles over the knobs of Dean’s spine through his shirt. The static sound of rain continues outside as Dean reaches up to grasp Cas’ free hand in his own and kisses each knuckle. He doesn’t have to look at his angel to know he’s smiling.

They both do a whole lot of smiling these days.

“Dean,” murmurs Cas, the first to speak in the sacred hush of their afterglow. Dean tilts his head with no particular urgency to meet a set of eyes that still draw him in after all these years.

“Mmm, what’s up, sunshine?”

“I find that I’m hungry again. Is that normal?”

Cas’ face is scrunched up adorably, brows knit together in genuine befuddlement. 

Dean can hardly help himself as he buries his face in the toned chest beneath him, shoulders shaking with laughter. 

“Dean, it’s- stop laughing at me. It’s a serious question!” Castiel, for all his effort to appear stern, is laughing too. Also, Dean notes that his hand has not stopped stroking over his spine. That should not make him blush after the last hour or so, but god help him, it does.

“Cas,” he says through teary eyes, still wheezing slightly, “I fucking love you.”

“And I, you. Really though, Dean. Why am I hungry?”

Dean can’t resist. He doesn’t have another round in him, but he’ll never pass up a chance to fluster his husband. In a move that was surely more graceful twenty years ago, he raises himself up on his hands where they’re now planted next to Cas’ head and leans down again so Cas can feel it when he breathes the next words into his ear. 

“Sweetheart, as much as I fucking love you, I also love fucking you. Tends to make a guy work up an appetite.”

In a contrast with the heat behind his words, he plants a sweet, quick kiss on Castiel’s now burning cheek and retreats to his spot on his chest.

Cas scowls and swats Dean on the shoulder, but Dean feels his heart skip a beat when he throws a wink his way. 

In a few hours, they’ll be sitting on a moonlit balcony with a warm seabreeze in their hair and fancy white hotel sheets waiting for them inside.

In a few days, they’ll probably stop at this diner again on the way back. Dean will probably order pancakes because he knows Cas likes them almost as much as he likes stealing them off of his plate. Cas will lick syrup off his fork, and Dean knows they’ll end up in the backseat again because as sure as the rain falls here every afternoon, he just can’t keep his hands off his husband. 

In a few weeks, they might be on the road again, or they might be at home. Maybe Claire will visit, or maybe Jack will pop in. Maybe Sam and Eileen can come over for a backyard barbecue. If the sun shines bright over Kansas for a little while longer, maybe Cas can start his garden anew. Dean will watch him from the porch with a cold beer in his hands and fiddle with his ring, knowing Cas is doing the same when he sits back to take in his hard work.

In a few months, in a few years, Dean has no idea where the road is going to take them. They’ll laugh, and they’ll cry. They will fuck and make love and rest their weary bones next to one another. Sometimes they’ll fight, no doubt, but they made vows they intend to keep. For all the words they exchanged at the altar, Dean took one thing away two years ago. It’s the main thing, honestly. The big thing. 

Later that night, under those heavenly hotel covers, the faithful man privately renews the vow he made back then as the angel snores away with his head tucked neatly away under Dean’s chin.

Wherever we go next, whatever life throws at us, I’ll have faith in your hand in mine.

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[hoardlikegoldenirises]

timeline of Peter Parker's Spider-Man suits for my AU

(part... One...! Handmade Suits)

with copious notes for myself lol

(i made a separate post for his web shooters)

You can see the original versions of some of these designs (here) but this post is now of course the most up-to-date version (though I did trace parts of the original so I didn't have to do too much extra re-drawing, which is why parts of it look wonky 😅(cough cough teen peter))

MANY closeups under the cut:

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First up is Peter's early costumes:

Peter's Very First Costume before he was technically Spider-Man. Now, is it stupid to have the name of your high school emblazoned across your back? Probably. But he only wears this for like... a month, month and a half. Extremely classic DIY shit, scrim eyes, no lenses, stolen tracksuit (no he's not evil in this au he's just a little monster) etc. This is what he's first using his Mk.I web shooters with before replacing them because they suck.

NOTE: TECHNICALLY WRONG: things are constantly shifting. not sure about web-shooters but this tracksuit technically isn't his costume for wrestling, it goes OVER his costume for wrestling, which is just a high-rise singlet over tights + the mask. but when he's not on the mat he's wearing the tracksuit to cover himself.

The shades of colors on this tracksuit match the shades on Flash's letter jacket btw. (posted here)

Some running shoes he probably got at Payless—IDK if those exact shoes I was drawing were actually cheap but they look close enough to a pair I could sort of see on Payless' website in the wayback machine for 2003 so it's good enough for me XD

can see a peek of peter's glove there lol. probably should have drawn him wearing them but he probably takes them off when he wrestles anyway.

And this is Peter's FIRST REAL Spider-Man costume which also uses his Mk.II web shooters (the ones that use a combo pulley-and-lever system) which he probably wears for the first time... the night his uncle dies. It's still very hand-made and the logo is screenprinted which means it is going to start cracking pretty quickly... multiple pieces much like 616... I mean this is basically the 616 costume. No face shell or anything so mouth and nose are kind of visible (and ears...) and it's basically standard lycra... not sports fabric or anything just basically thick-ass tights.

Still using scrim in the eyes but now with plastic lenses. Probably not ballistics grade though so... lol.

he repurposes the sneaker soles from his pre-spidey suit into his new boots, probably just sewn right on (or glued maybe) and he just... wears shoes that are too big so he can fit them in (either that or keeps them in his bag and only puts them on when he changes out of his regular clothes, which is feasible for a guy with a 10 second quick-change time) (I guess he could also wear boot covers made out of the original sneakers that make them look like regular shoes 🤔) (arguably the funniest option)

changed my mind he just has separate boots and puts them on since most solutions require him taking his shoes off anyway and he has that super reflex stuff lol

I haven't really posted much/any fics where Peter's at this age, except "I like our second first kiss better" (though he's not really shown in the suit in the snippets of that) though maybe I'll mention a flashback of him in high school. Oh I guess he was wearing this suit briefly in "These are not the clothes [...]" since that shows him getting the symbiote after fighting Ock.

this is of course the symbiote suit which Peter acquires in "These are not the clothes I had on when I went to bed" and keeps until "Last week [...]" So... 17-18 years old... (rather almost-18 to almost-19 years old as he gets it in the summer before college and loses it the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college)

it's more of a leather look than a latex look (esp compared to peter's black and white ff suit 10 years later) vs. Patricia's being more glossy

This stayed largely unchanged compared to the original version of these costumes I did.

and obv since it's a symbiote it's expressive, in contrast to peter's other suits which all have either fixed lenses or in the case of the diy suit is just fabric lol

not much to say here. sporty symbiote shoes.

This is the suit he makes at 18 during the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college, which I only briefly mentioned in "Last week I started over again" and prob should have maybe mentioned a little more in detail XD

Without the symbiote and being several inches taller than he was at 17 (not to mention more uh... full-bodied) obviously he couldn't just wear his high school spidey suit so he had to make a new one, and this is it. Bonuses are that he's more experienced sewing, used a nice breathable (and textured matte finish) poly-spandex sports blend for all of his spandex (instead of dance lycra) so it's breathable, added under-arm mesh (i stumbled upon that by happenstance and thought it suited this look very well) and used a mix of embroidery and heat-transfer vinyl to decorate his suit. Also perforated vinyl inside his polycarbonate lenses.

I think the back spider is just some high quality spandex sewn onto the other spandex blends, but the chest spider is def heat transfer vinyl.

which means it may or may not melt if he goes into a burning building, now that i think about it...

The plan for this navy and crimson suit is for it to be his standard suit for most of his 20s.

The boots are pretty simple here... They ARE boots though they're a little slimmer than most regular boots and the soles are removable through the magic of Rare Earth Magnets and possibly also his own sticking power and also I decided that he can stick through a few inches of material so I can justify his use of shoe soles but also tbh it makes sense even for regular barefoot wallcrawling to prevent him from just... peeling paint off walls and to not be totally fucked if it's a little rainy or dusty.

really i just like the way sporty spider-men with sporty soles look.

Not sure what the boot fabric is, I wrote "not spandex" but it could be like, lined or something. It's Something.

I didn't write this on the drawing but it's in my notes, the soles are dual-density with a polyurethane (PU) outer and an expanded thermoplastic polyurethan (ETPU) inner for durability, lightweight, good support and cushioning, etc. He doesn't have them like, in BULK but he has at least half a dozen replacement pairs of shoe soles for when they wear out.

Also didn't realize this when I was choosing materials but apparently PU is a thermoset which means it won't melt (only soften or burn) once it's set in shape which is super cool. TPU is a thermoplastic though, so it can remelt, but I'm not sure how ETPU would respond to high heat or flame since as an expanded foam it IS full of air bubbles (aka insulation) (then again, even FR treated foam insulation is usually considered a fire hazard...) —Well either way, I'm less worried about his shoes melting than I am about the rest of his suit (also the soles are removable so he can take them off if he needs to)

So basically, overall, This suit is NOT fireproof. Though polyester has a pretty high ignition and melting point (and polycarb is also pretty tough) it's not fire resistant or safe for fires because once you reach high enough temps it melts, so it's more likely to burn you more severely compared to natural fibers like cotton or silk. As you will see further down, Peter learns this the hard way in 2009.

some material swatches just for vibes and a diagram which is mostly for my own benefit, when I was figuring out how to draw those God Forsaken webs. I think I figured out a way that works well for me though.

the fabric is mostly matte and semi-matte cause I find glossy or satin-finished untextured spandex to look kind of... cheap... (which is why i'm not a big fan of the TASM2 movie suit, even though I love the lenses) (i prefer TASM2 lenses and TASM1 suit even though peter's head looks like a basketball in the first movie) (also the crotch is so low,)

Anyway, Peter's mask is padded with a thin layer of foam as a compromise with the fact that most irl cosplayers use rigid face shells to get the silhouette right lmao but I don't want him to have a hard shell under his mask cause... spider-man kisses... LMAO

also just realized giving him underarm mesh for breathability could be considered an homage to the armpit webs... (which, obviously, are not present on these designs... because they are ugly.) that was not on purpose though.

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Numbah Two

it's only... two... well two and a half cause of the way this worked out XD Actually it was only ONE before but I was like, fuck it, idk what his first electro fight will even be and electro hasn't shown up at all but i'll toss in an electro-proof suit, too, why not.

First I wanted to mention his updated default duds though.

He's been using the same pattern as the one he drafted in mid 2006 for the blue and red for a few years at this point, so if it's damaged he just... makes a new one... has soles (and probably lenses tbh) that he bought probably half a dozen identical pairs of, etc. The life of sports fabrics, after all, is only a couple of years before it starts to lose shape (and also it keeps getting shredded) so. Replacements. and you know he shreds those shoes to bits. He's gonna be so good at sewing lol

But in early 2009, well, he does something dumb—which is, he runs into a burning building wearing head-to-toe polyester. It's not fire-resistant, def not certified FR, and in fact, this is partly due to the fact that it's PTFE (Teflon) treated to be non-stick and those two treatments typically don't play nice together. (Teflon itself is pretty heat resistant but from my googling it sounds like Teflon fabric treatment does not render fabric heat resistant, which i guess makes sense, like, it's still gonna melt in there...)

So he runs into a burning building, ends up with something actively-on-fire falling onto him, and while it's not like, heavy or anything, it is direct heat and flame upwards of 900 degrees, well above the melting point of polyester and above the ignition point as well, so... he ends up with a third degree burn on his leg and many smaller first and second degree burns on the rest of his body from sparks melting tiny spots through his suit (as well as the vinyl heat transfer on his chest—the melting point of vinyl is only 200F, so even if he stays ground level (which he has to, because otherwise his polycarb lenses will hit their glass transition temperature (aka start to soften), and he knows this) it will likely be very hot or near melting directly against his chest (well, he has power mesh lining but that's really not enough to protect him from melting plastic)

So.

(ignore the thong that's from the unstable molecule lineup)

When Peter remakes his suit in early 2009 after getting burned, he does it with some more... advanced materials. (expensive ones, RIP, maybe he stole them) (or, you know, maybe johnny hooks him up)

Still using polycarb lenses, cause they are still the most durable and heat-resistant eyewear protection you can get from what I can find online. AFAIK things like polyether ether ketone (PEEK) and polysulfone aren't really used for eyewear, and a lot of really heat resistant plastic is naturally opaque (or amber in the case of polysulfone) (and much more expensive) or has other significant drawbacks so, he can't just make Teflon lenses or whatever lmao.

BUT

he makes a spare mask with aluminized lenses instead of his perforated vinyl sandwich ones so he can have an Extra heat resistant mask in case of emergencies

looks pretty slick if you ask me

As far as fabric goes, he switches to aramid fibers, which are more expensive but like... More durable than polyester spandex sports blends, more fire resistant, etc. and he knows Johnny Storm (like... budding friendship at this point) so Johnny can also probably hook him up with shit like racing gear, nomex hoods and the like.

I am considering Polartec's Power Stretch FR for later on but that was literally introduced in 2009 so Peter's def not using that yet, but afaict it's a rayon/modacrylic/aramid/spandex blend so I think Peter probably can find something that via like, Nomex/spandex blends and stuff, and Nomex itself has been around for a while.

also decided he switches to sewing the front spider on as well as the back spider.

anyway

next suit is Spidey Formalwear

Peter makes this—well he makes the mask and gloves—to wear to Johnny's wedding when they are still both in their early 20s in 2010.

This isn't exactly the same as what happened w/ Lyja in the comics but Johnny's not in a very good place atm

Peter can tell something's wrong but he can't figure out what it is (and neither can anyone else) It won't take long for Johnny to get a divorce though.

Anyway Peter's approach to formalwear as a weird 22 year old def falls under "if it's shiny, that makes it fancy" LMAO — i just thought it would be nice to take it a step further than tossing a tux on top of his regular suit, like, sure the stretch satin he got wasn't exactly expensive but he made the effort for his friend's wedding. He cares.

Look at him, wearing patent leather shoes.

anyway onward

So in 2013 Peter makes an electro-proof suit 👀

I put what some might consider an "unreasonable" amount of thought into this suit and indeed it's been driving me nuts for like three days trying to figure it out... but I finally figured it out.

it's a wetsuit. (actually, it's not, it's handmade, BUT it is a wetsuit pattern and materials, mainly double-layered neoprene rubber laminated with heat resistant fabrics)

That wasn't what was driving me nuts.

What was driving me nuts was the fact that I was trying to figure out how to get a conductive layer on top of it that didn't look like shit and wouldn't destroy my hand to draw.

Why? Well, it turns out that linemen working on power lines often wear conductive (so, ugly silvery gray) clothing to act as a kind of Faraday cage to protect them from arc flashes and other stray electrical outputs, in addition to usually insulated gloves and boots.

And I thought... I want to do that.

And then I spent a lot of time trying to make it work in a way that wasn't ugly and I was like, oh wow, they make conductive metal screen printing ink? and then i was like, oh never mind this shit is $200 for 100mL MINIMUM and while peter has a real job, spending hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars on nanoparticle ink is completely out of the question, friendship with the f4 aside (that would have been the easy way out XD) (i mean, they still might be helping him out w/ the neoprene hookup etc)

(at least the safety glasses are relatively inexpensive.... >things peter says to himself at 1 am while blind-stitching panels of neoprene together)

so i was like, ugh, maybe stainless steel thread? but it was just ugly.

BUT THEN

I REALIZED

Peter can just make his own conductive colloidal silver (and copper, and carbon black) screen printing ink at home and it will be the correct kind to print on synthetics (plastisol, instead of aqueous) and cost him like. $50. a FRACTION of the price. granted, i didn't factor in the cost of stretch additives etc but it's still significantly cheaper and Peter with a BS in engineering absolutely has the knowledge and equipment to do that in like. his kitchen. so that solved my problem and I solved the ugly dilemma by just having him use three different kinds of conductor for the different colors.

Now, is this a realistic and practical way to make a Faraday suit? I SINCERELY doubt it.

But it's fine. comic books. now he's got a fully insulated base layer with a semi-conductive top layer to guide electricity across the surface (rather than scorching it) (but it IS fire resistant neoprene) and more importantly it looks cool.

(i'm sure that was expensive too but a bunch of neoprene is probably still cheaper in the long run than buying a quarter gallon's worth of conductive ink (several thousand dollars in total) so it feels more justifiable to me that he could save up some side money to custom order nomex laminated rubber)

so basically, tldr it's an insulated faraday suit that also happens to be (mostly) identical to your average double-lined wetsuit.

Here's his shoes. They're grounded (which i think is mostly for anti-static purposes irl but i figured it would fit here well, like, oh the screen printed conductive dots guide the electricity over the aramid surface and to the grounding strip) and the soles are vulcanized rubber like his lens frames.

aaaand johnny gave him some expensive sweat wicking fire resistant racecar driving underwear to wear under there since it's sweaty and i kept seeing websites about linemen's protective gear mentioning FR base layers

it just so also happens to feature several EXTREMELY prominent Adidas logos (this is real btw you can google "Adidas Climacool Nomex racing underwear" and they existed in 2013 which i know because being unreasonable as i am i used the wayback machine to look at a racing supply website to double check because I REALLY wanted him to use the adidas one specifically because of the Climacool part on account of the fact that he is encased in several millimeters of completely non-porous rubber and he IS going to sweat like a pig in there especially in the middle of summer)

(also because i think it's funny to cover him in adidas logos)

lol

oh he also makes a set of Mk. III-E (for electro) web shooters that are double-insulated with a new formula of non-conductive, anti-static webbing (his normal webbing is extremely the opposite of both of those things) (and very flammable) so that Electro can't shock him through his web shooters.

aaaand

that's it for post one

post two (Peter's unstable molecule suits gifted by the Fantastic Four) is >HERE<

post three (Peter's suits after his aunt dies) is >HERE<

[dandylion240]

And all of them for any of them for Maja, as I need to learn more about her

1.Would you hug a stranger? How close someone has to be to get a hug?

No I would not. I would have to know someone really well before I go around hugging them.

2. Have you tried some exotic/weird food? How was it? Would you eat it again?

It depends on what you call exotic. To me pizza is exotic. It's not something I've ever had up until recently I had almost steady diet of fish and kelp.

3. If you had to give up one sense, which one would it be?

Oh that's a difficult choice but I'm a musician so I need to hear, to see and to touch. So maybe smell? I mean I can still play and sing and not be able to smell.

4. How good are you at remembering dates? What about numbers in general?

I keep close tabs on my calendar so that I don't miss any gigs and I'm more into musical notes and scores than facts and figures.

5. Do you like cold or hot weather more? Why?

I'm used to the cold and I feel like I'm wilting if I'm outside too long in the summer time.

6. Would you rather spend a date night somewhere quiet or in a more crowded place (e.g. club, festival, amusement park, etc.)

I love going out to clubs or concerts. Any place where there's music.

7. What shows your emotions more, your words or your actions?

My songs. I can put my feelings into music more than words or actions.

8. Is curiosity good or bad thing in your opinion? What makes you curious?

You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat. That being said curiosity led me here so it can't be all that bad.

9. Balloons or confetti?

Neither really. You wouldn't like them either if you've seen what balloons and confetti do to the environment.

10. Have you ever had an animal to eat from your hand? Do animals usually like you?

There's nothing like feeding a dolphin. I love all kinds of animals and they just know I mean them no harm.

11. Would you rather be stranded in a huge deserted field or locked alone in a room, for following two weeks?

Both sound absolutely horrid. I could probably do a huge deserted field if that field had a lake or something.

12. Do you prefer to sleep with socks or without them? Do you usually even wear socks?

I don't wear socks until recently I didn't even wear shoes.

13. Do you tend to get sick easily? If so, what do you do to prevent that? If not, what’s your secret to strong immune system?

I don't think I've ever been sick. I think I'm immune to most human illnesses.

14. What is your first language? How many languages can you speak?

I know quite a few languages. Mer, Simlish, Dolphin, etc.

15. Do you like drawing/painting? What’s your preferred art tool?

Music. That's the only art form I need.

16. Are you more organised or disorganised person? Or maybe you like to plan only certain aspects of your life?

I'm very organised and I plan everything out before I do anything. I have to know what I'm doing before I start. Of course you can't plan for everything but I'm seldom caught off guard.

17. Would you choose a dream car or a dream house?

Dream car I guess. That way I can travel between gigs. I don't know what I'd do with a house.

18. Are you the type of the person that would laugh when someone else falls? Or would you rush to help? Maybe you would just walk by without reaction?

I suppose I'd stop and help if they looked like they needed it but if it looked like someone was already assisting them and I was in a hurry than I'd probably just keep on going.

19. How often do you travel? What you like the most about it?

I haven't done too much traveling yet but I can see myself doing a lot of it once I have my music degree.

20. Do like stargazing? Do you believe in shooting star wishes?

There's nothing like a sky full of stars. I don't honestly know if I've ever made a wish upon a star but if I did I know what I'd wish for.

Thank you for asking!

@wannabecatwriter correct me if I got anything wrong. I'm still learning her personality.

[eddiethenerdbro]

I posted 4,966 times in 2022

That's 4,460 more posts than 2021!

103 posts created (2%)

4,863 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hydepotions

@starscreamfireworks

@clioquev

@science-bastard

@queen-fenestra

I tagged 845 of my posts in 2022

#phantom of the paradise - 64 posts

#jekyll and hyde - 31 posts

#thursday - 27 posts

#riverspeaks - 26 posts

#ask riverthenerdbro - 19 posts

#art - 12 posts

#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde - 11 posts

#goncharov - 11 posts

#hah - 10 posts

#mazm jekyll and hyde - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#autism is getting one of those locks where you have to set a word to open the lock just so you can lock and unlock it every night

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

24 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#4

Like if you’re dehydrated 

Reblog if you’re dehydrated

27 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#3

I have a drawing idea

Orin scrivello polishing his boots

28 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#2

Hey y'all!

I just wanted to talk about an issue that I've been personally facing. Very often, whenever I'm looking at trans tiktoks, most of the time, it's only skinny, muscular guys, not that there is any problem with that! It's awesome!!!! But I have found that looking at all these people, I start to feel very insecure about myself.

I am not a "skinny minnie" as my mum says. I am very self conscious about my hips and my thighs, as they give me a very feminine appearance. I sometimes feel like I will never be able to pass as a guy, because people will just assume because of how my body looks. I have already experienced this at my school, and I get worried that this will happen to me forever.

My friends are super supportive, including my boyfriend, which helps like crazy!! Speaking of things that I find helpful for ⭐mentally passing⭐, I'll list a few!

I find it incredibly awesome to wear some kind of belt (my favorite being one that's black with white belt buckle hole things!) just because it feels like a staple masc part of an outfit to my brain!

Another thing that I find helps is wearing really colorful jewelry, like rainbow dog tags, rainbow bracelets, or really funky rings! I usually have them set out in a spot where I always see them, and I immediately put them on first thing in the morning.

Shoes that make you happy! I have a pair of butter orange converse that I usually wear in the summer, and late fall. Bonus for me, pairing funky boots with equally funky socks! My favorite pair being Nightmare Before Christmas ankle socks!

Always have a hoodie or jacket on hand! Ever feeling super, shmooper dysphoric? Feeling super wrong? Just find yourself a comfy hoodie, jacket, vest, or whatever! My three favorite dysphoria reliving jackets are a black jean jacket, with various pins, a burgundy red zip up hoodie, and a hand me down vest with even more weird pins on it! I find that this relives most forms of dysphoria I experience.

I hope this list helps some of my fellow trans mascs, or just fellow trans people in general! Most of these tips are relating to trans guys, as I, myself am one, but any of these could help you! I always enjoy talking about my experiences, and if any of my tips help, I'm glad they do!

Have a good day/night/afternoon everyone!

33 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hello everyone!

My name is River, and I’m a really funky dude!

On this blog, you might see:

Phantom Of The Paradise (and Phantom Of The Opera) 

Jekyll & Hyde 

Muppets (in general) 

Little Shop Of Horrors

Magnus Archives 

And may other things! I have a rather eclectic taste in things, and I often post really random content

Hope You Enjoy Your Stay Here! 

No Racist, Homophobic, Transphobic, Sexist Assholes Allowed 

36 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

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[the-technicolor-whiscash]

Was standing in the shower thinking abt how I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop with BJ bc like half the fandom seems to hate him for no discernable reason but the shoe never dropped because he's just a nice guy. In a bad situation, obviously, and doesn't always make the wisest choices, but he's a good person. And I realized I think the people who hate on him tend to be people who jumped in on traphawk like right away and see BJ as a rival to that because he replaced Trapper and it's like First of all. Hawk has two hands. He has more than enough room in his heart for emotionally stunted sex with two men. Second of all, out of the two characters who departed at the end of season 3, I miss Henry more. Trapper was fun, and had a few touching moments, but overall (and I think this is a failure on the fault of the show's writers) he failed to capture the emotional weight some of the other characters were so good at, especially once the show began to shift more towards drama rather than primarily comedy. Henry was a character who meant a lot to everyone, not just Hawk. He was a father figure to Radar (for good or bad), and though he was a pretty incompetent leader, he was a good surgeon and always put his people first. Henry was allowed to have more emotionally weighted moments because he wasn't trying to climb out from Hawk's shadow like Trapper was kind of forced to do and it made him a more fleshed out character. And I think Henry was generally funnier but that's just me.

I think too, Henry's departure feels more like a void because Potter was so different. I adore Potter he's one of my favorite characters maybe in all of television but he is a very different person and a very different leader from Henry. Trapper and BJ on the other hand both play the same role as Hawk's sidekick. They play it slightly differently, with BJ willing to draw the line while Trapper leaps gleefully across it, but ostensibly they are fulfilling the same task. And, by the time you reach season 10, the departure of both Henry and Trapper is but a distant memory (especially when you've been watching the show for five months). But, while the departure of Trapper was abrupt between seasons, the departure of Henry was tragic and emotionally jarring. With Trapper's departure you feel for Hawk. With Henry's departure, you feel for the entire cast. And you feel most strongly for the sympathetic Radar.

[umichenginabroad]

Kayak voyages and el Rio Misterioso...

Week 6

It's come to my attention that more people than I thought read my blog posts, so here's to all of my adoring fans who've been here since the early weeks! If you're new, I gotta say that these are definitely a treat (but of course I'm a bit biased). This post might be shorter than my other ones since it was a pretty relaxed week with not too much going on. However, read till the end! Treat it as waiting for the post-credits at the movies, I might have a hint about where I'm going this weekend...

Pirates of the San Sebastián Bay

I'm going to skip past Monday and Tuesday to just jump right into the rest of the week since those were mainly more days of research. Due to Tecnun having a university holiday on Wednesday, we were able to have that day off! It was super nice out so we decided to seize the day (most of the day after napping for maybe half of it) to embark on a kayak excursion. With the luck from a shilling and 5 euro note I found on the ground, I had high hopes that we would have the blessing of the sea on our side. The rental wasn't that expensive at all, especially for a two-person kayak and roughly 2 hour time slot. We originally planned to set sail for the island itself, but decided that we wanted to aim for an even bigger goal of going around the island. Everything was going smoothly until we reached the mouth of the bay, since this area featured a lot of unexpected rocky patches. As newly appointed seafarers, Jayashree and I wouldn't let this be our end. We successfully entered the choppy waters and were officially now out in open water! At this point, we should've been cast alongside Captain Jack Sparrow because we would make phenomenal pirates. Seeing the back of the island was really neat along with feeling how different it is being the only boat on the water. We ended up having a really good time and 100% would do it again!

Land Ho!

Afterwards we stopped by an icecream stand to reward ourselves on our journey, where I found a rather interesting choice to say the least. It was called a Frigo Pie, or Refrigerator Foot, and it was actually shaped... just like a foot. If I had to rate it overall, I would say a 6/10 for taste and 9/10 for presentation. What better way to cool off on a hot day, right?

It was a bit smaller than expected. I think to improve their product they should make it somewhere around a size 7-8 in US shoe sizes. More bang for your buck you know.

Photo Ops and Friendly Competitions

On Thursday, the night had a lot in store for us. To start, Jayashree, Izzy, Deidra, and I had the amazing idea to recreate some classic JCPenney-esque family photos. I don't really know how else to explain them besides just showing the results, so take a look below at the outcome and I'll do my very best to explain our vision:

We were attempting to create a square with all our hands. We almost got there but it resembles more of a rhombus.

Izzy may or may not have dropped me before taking this picture for the second time.

A big thank you to Diego for being our photographer! Later on, some of us had bought tickets to go to the local club, Bataplán, to get the experience of going out in Spain. To sum it up, we had a great time! We did some rounds of arm wrestling where Jayashree was the reigning champion, and enjoyed listening to all the spanish reggaeton music (there were also some english songs and also a random Can-Can remix).

A quick showcase!

Lately whenever I'm not at work doing research or something with my friends, I've been spending time getting back into drawing. It's always been something that I love to put time into and see how much I've improved over the years. At one point I considered going to school for storyboard animation, but I figured that I like art more as a hobby anyways :). I don't usually do architecture drawings, but I wanted to do a challenge for myself and also sketch it only in pen to up the stakes. Take a look and leave a review in the comments!

This street is from a picture I took when I was just walking around San Sebastián one day.

The Big Finale of the Week: Amusement Park!

On our very first day here, we were taken to Monte Igueldo for a lunch and the best view of the city. We decided to go back on Sunday since there's an amusement park at the top (meant for little kids but I mean we had to check it out). After disembarking from the cable car and reminiscing about the time we've spent here so far, we took a lap around to see what we wanted to do. Almost instantly, we locked eyes with a sign that read: Rio Misterioso. Intrigued, we saw that it was a little boat ride and immediately knew that this should be saved as the best for last. From there, our first stop was the rollercoaster, and boy was it actually more of a thrill than we thought it would be. Not on the same level as Cedar Point, but there were some worthy drops that gave a decent adrenaline rush. We decided to split up briefly, since Izzy and Jayashree wanted to do the bumper cars and Deidra and I wanted to take on the Casa del Terror. I was surprised that Deidra wanted in on this since she's not a fan of all things spooky, but this would be her first haunted house and one at a kid's amusement park is a pretty good starter. For 3 euros, it definitely was an experience. The theme inside wasn't exactly cohesive and varied between movie theatre, jurassic park, the shining, catacombs, and skeletons playing chess. I won't name names but a certain someone was jumpscared by a door, and I almost tripped because I didn't see the stairs. Once we left, we found Jayashree and Izzy living it up in the bumper car arena and then strolled our way with anticipation to el Rio Misterioso. It was a pretty calm and scenic ride with a view of the ocean and city, just shorter than we expected it to be. The route led us into a small underpass where we saw...Peter Pan? Seeing him made me feel magical and whimsical, making for a truly life-changing boat ride. With that, I think the mysterious river really did live up to its name.

The view from the top!

My homies Pennywise and Peter Pan!

As promised, I said that I have a sneak peak into what next week's post will bring. First of all, thanks for staying this long! I really do appreciate when people read my posts and get to see what I'm doing day-to-day :). Now for the hint!

You get 5 blanks: _ _ _ _ _

It's a city in France, there's a show with my name in it and this city, and the Olympics will be taking place here this year. It's probably a dead giveaway, but still fun to guess!

See you soon,

Emily Dobao

IPE San Sebastian, Spain

July 2nd, 2024

[thisbetterbeavalibleorsohelpme]

hey i can tell the void about my ocs and their stories

and it won't care

i love the void

OK i can't draw and i will go into detail about what they look like you have been warned also they probably wont make sense as this is just a way to get them out of my brain to free up room for more things

tw: mentions of kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, sh, death, ptsd, control obsession just a mention, doesn't go into detail, jail, sorry if i didn't get them all

Galileo - Science experiment. Part air genasi, part mutant turtle. (to be fair, the creator wasn't insane. he just wanted to know what would happen if he mixed two species.) has "siblings" (as in other creatures from the creator) but isn't actively looking for them. spent the first 9 (nine) years of his life in a small village as the assistant of an entertainer. Knows how to dance, sing and play the pan flute. Was re-kidnapped at age 10 (ten) and spent five years trying to be free of the creator. finally was sent away by him to another dimension. found a mystic city full of yokais and other creatures. got a job as an entertainer/cook at a pizza restaurant. calls the owner tío and learned Spanish from him. 15 (fifteen) years old and became friends with four brothers and their older sister. saves the world from an alien species.

Not Good Things - has anxiety and ptsd. the creator was never nice. sh as a coping mechanism. adrenaline junkie. addicted to freedom. needs control over himself. extremely good at hiding feelings and suffering.

Good Things - optimistic, happy-go-lucky. able to read people like a good. intelligent in book smarts, street smarts and social smarts. creativity is like breathing to him. really sharped-minded and witty. jumps up & down, rocks side to side and flaps hands/fists when happy. knows english, spanish and sign language.

Random Things - Ravenclaw, INFJ, Autism & ADHD. Aroace.

Looks - Dark turquoise skin. cloud hair but usually has it all shaved off so he's bald (insecurities about the cloud) light blue freckles all over face. green eyes. doe pretty. white hair. when he gets scars, turns sky blue. five feet tall. muscular-slim build. has a "shell" that's more like a mix of bone and skin. (think softshell.) plastron & shell a really, really dark blue. so navy blue it's almost black. three fingers & toes. snout (where r his ears? we will never know.) never not wearing socks or shoes. wears either a black tank top or black long sleeve underneath a white t shirt. blue jeans. light blue checkered vans or nike high tops. carries a crossover leather bag. pan flute around neck. colourful bracelets. cyan cheeks (instead of rosy cheeks.) almost always smiling. eyes turn stormy when mad. has red stripes almost like scars on eyes, two yellow stripes from above mouth to collarbone.

Characteristics - can go into shell and does when scared. can hold breath for up to 1 hour. super fast swimmer. really likes fruits. chirps & chirrs when happy. can't walk by a mirror without checking and fixing appearance. messy, but insists it's organized chaos. calls everyone by a pet name. would rather die than wear a jacket. has terrible posture. carries around a comfort stuffed animal but never admits it. always late. constantly cracking knuckles. extremely clumsy. laughs at everything. even stuff he doesn't want to laugh at.

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Newton - Astral Elf. grew up poor. mother died because she couldn't afford the proper medicine for her sickness. now works to discover all natural remedies and gives them to those in need. steals from the rich and gives to the poor. suffered through jail. now knows how to be more careful. teen years on the street. now 30 (thirty) and working in a mystic city. charges rich people for medicine and negotiates to those who can't afford the full price. saves world from alien species.

Not Good Things - Always thinking like he'll never have enough, yet rations everything because he's always waiting for the next moment of poverty. ptsd from seeing his mother die.

Good Things - Only wears mismatched socks. really likes warm summer days. very confident. good at finances and persuasion. able to immediately tell when someone is lying. insanely good sense of smell and eyesight, observant. always wearing lots of layers in case a friend gets cold. solely writes in cursive writing. good with children. plays piano.

Random Things - Hufflepuff, ISTP, Demiboy.

Looks - Black hair. royal purple, black and royal blue skin. looks like a galaxy. hair down to elbows. has the Cygnus constellation on his back. six feet and one inch tall. pointy ears, as long as his hand. purple eyes. no pupils. (at least, not any you can see.) burn marks on hands and arms. shaky hands. wears a leather skirt with two slits for running/fighting. light brown baggy pants underneath. dark red baggy shirt with a hood, tucked in with leather arm wraps on forearms. light brown belt. sword holster.

Characteristics - walks really fast. always has a sodapop on hand. keeps on trying to make handshakes with people but forgets them. paints when stressed. never wears shoes without socks. doesn't wear patterned clothes. plant dad and names all his plants. never does any dares. pessimist. tsundere. refuses to drink anything with ice in it. cannot, for the life on him, pronounce "electrical." sneezes extremely loud. must be holding a cup in order to feel comfortable talking to strangers.

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

With This Ring- E.M. Pt. 2

THE TEARS I SHED WRITING THIS... NONSTOP. Thank you so much for the love on pt. 1. If you like what you read here, check out my masterlist!

Pt. 1 <;> Pt. 3 Honeymooners (Sequel)

Eddie and Y/N are getting married. (This part begins when the wedding is 10 months away and ends the night before the wedding.

TW- 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, protected sex, edging, a little bit of angst, cursing, mentions of drugs, drinking, Eddie cuts his hair (I KNOW BUT I NEEDED IT OKAY,) pet names

Word Count- 4,039

Pairings- Eddie x Reader, Friend!Steve, Robin, and Nancy x Reader

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

Ten Months Until the Wedding

Your mom was thrilled when you came to family dinner with Eddie the Sunday after the show. You showed her the ring and mentioned it was one of Eddie’s that he changed for you. Your dad was a little less than excited at your choice of groom, but he still clapped Eddie on the shoulder, happy his baby is happy. Your mom went full throttle on your wedding plans. She had been putting a binder together for years for you to go over when the time came. A lot of the fashion was outdated at this point, but it was still so sweet of her to go through the trouble, so you looked through it anyway, finding some things you liked here and there. “Oh, we need to go dress shopping!” She cried, clapping her hands together. You didn’t know how to break it to her that you didn’t want to wear white, but you let it go for now, just glad that she’s happy for you.

Your dad didn’t say much, he just hugged you tight and whispered “Are you sure this is what you want, peanut?” You looked up at him with glistening eyes, nodding with all the surety in your heart, and he smiled. “Okay then. I’m happy if you’re happy.” He didn’t appreciate Eddie and his metal-head, stud-wearing, “Satan-worshipping” habits, but he knew that to Eddie, you were his sun, moon, and stars. That was enough for him.

Eight Months Until the Wedding

Wedding planning is… hard. There are so many tiny details to consider. You had already booked the venue, the catering, and the band, but the flowers were still up for debate, and you had yet to find the dress, and the invitation list is sort of a sore subject.

Eddie kept going back and forth on inviting his dad. He wanted to shove it in his dad’s face that he was doing well, getting married to “The most stunning being in all the universe!!” As he so eloquently put it, making you giggle with glee as he kissed your face, but he was also afraid that if he did show up, he’d ruin everything. You tried to rationalize both options to him so he could try to make better sense of it for himself, but it was still hard. You didn’t want him to be let down by his dad again, but you also didn’t have much of a desire to see him yourself. You tried to put yourself in his shoes, weigh the pros and cons of inviting him.

“We have to send these out soon, Eddie.” You say, the stack of invitations littering your dining table had been sitting there for weeks, ready to send out. He rubs his hand over his face, picking up the envelope with his dad’s name on it.

“I know, princess, I know.” His dad was still troubling him, even after thinking about it for so long. You let out a breath.

“Well, baby, if it helps, I don’t think you have to prove to your dad that you’re doing well without him. Even if he did know, would he even… care?” You try to put it delicately. You know it hurts him to think about, but you’d rather be honest than let Eddie continue to plague himself with the thought.

He flops down next to you on the couch, letting out an exasperated breath, staring at the envelope in his hands. “No,” He says quietly.

You touch his face, guiding him to look at you. “Then don’t let him haunt you like this. We don’t need him. You don’t need him, Eds.” He draws his eyes down to the envelope again.

“You’re right,” He says, almost sadly, then he rips it in two. He looks back up at you with a hopeful smile. “He doesn’t deserve to meet you anyway.” He throws the ripped halves onto the coffee table and grabs you, pulling you onto him as you burst into a fit of giggles.

Seven Months Until the Wedding

You walk out of the dressing room, your heart beating fast in your chest as you let your hands run over the soft satin and lace. Is this the one?

It took a good long while to find a blue dress, and the one you found hidden in the very back of the store, long forgotten about for its nonconformity. You step around the corner, looking expectantly at your party for their reactions, and the first thing you hear is gasp from your mom. “Oh, Y/N!” She cries. You glance over at Robin, whose jaw is dropped, and Nancy, her smile wider than you think you’ve ever seen it. You look into the mirror, stepping up on the pedestal. The attendant helping you straightens out the train, and you get to gaze at someone you don’t even recognize.

She looks kind of like you, sure, but there’s no way you could ever look this elegant. Even with the ill fit of the sample size, the girl staring back at you is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You don’t notice you’re beginning to cry until you let out a light sob.

“Mama, I feel so pretty.” You cry, and she rushes to hug you, her eyes misty with tears as well.

“Y/N, you are so pretty. You look like a bride. Even if it is, well, blue.” She was being supportive of what you want, but if she had her way, you’d look like a frosted vanilla cupcake.

“Y/N, Eddie’s gonna die when he sees you in this!” Robin gushes. The mental image of the growing reality of your wedding, meeting Eddie at the end of the aisle, is enough to make you want to melt into the floor.

“Wait, I have the final touch!” Your mom exclaims, going back over to the couch your entourage is sitting at, pulling a mess of white netting from her bag. It’s the veil she wore at her wedding. It’s about 5 feet long and adorned with pearls, and you can’t help the gasp that comes from your mouth as your mom clips it into your hair. “It can be your ‘something old.’” She muses. You nod enthusiastically, going to hug her as fresh tears fall.

“Thank you, mom.” You sob. There’s not a dry eye in the room as you let yourself look into the angled mirror again. All of the pieces are coming together. You don’t know how you’ll be able to wait seven long months for Eddie and you to start your life together.

Four Months Until the Wedding

Today is cake tasting day. You sit at the bakery with Eddie poring over the options for the cake, icing, and filling. It’ll have two tiers, so two flavors. You and Eddie are both partial to the chocolate cake and raspberry filling with the vanilla buttercream, but the other flavor is a tough one. He likes the carrot cake, which you find appalling, favoring the strawberry. Cream cheese icing seems the obvious choice for both, and you agree on a custard filling, but you banter back and forth over the merits of each of your chosen flavors.

“More people like strawberry than carrot, Eddie!” You say defensively.

“Who doesn’t like carrot cake? You can’t even taste the carrot! It’s just, like, cinnamon!” He says. You roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Alright, fine. You can have your carrot cake if I can pick the centerpieces.” That had been another point of debate between the two of you. Eddie preferred lilies and roses, It’s the most metal choice of them all, princess! And you preferred peonies and lavender. He mulls it over in his mind, pressing his lips together as he thinks.

“I guess that’s a pretty good compromise.” He agrees, and you let out a little sound of glee. You can just stick to the chocolate cake at the wedding, anyway. You reach over and give him a kiss.

“Thank you, love.” You say as you pull away.

“No,” Eddie says, taking another big bite of cake. “Thank you!” You reach over and wipe a bit of icing away from his cheek before licking it off. His eyes widen playfully. “Oh, you want some more? Come here!” He takes a piece of cake between his fingers and starts to shove it in your face, causing you to laugh as he smears it across your lips. You lick some of it off your face.

“Okay, maybe carrot cake isn’t that bad.” You admit. Eddie scoops some of the cake from your face this time, cleaning off his fingers with his tongue.

“Damn straight, baby!”

One Month Until the Wedding

You let out an exasperated sigh as you crumpled up another piece of paper, throwing it into the garbage can. Eddie was out doing Hellfire stuff with the guys, so it was an opportunity to sit and write your vows. Both you and Eddie were too much of romantics to just repeat something some officiant had written.

Eddie, the moment I met you, I knew you’d be the most important person of my life. You make me feel like I’m the only person in the world. You looked into me and you didn’t see who I was, but who I would be. I love that I can be myself I love the way we grow and change together, and I promise that no matter how much we change, I’ll still find my home in you. I love you more than books and stars and lightning. I love you more than music. I love you more than fairy tales, because you’re my fairytale. And I can’t wait for us to continue writing it, chapter to chapter, for the rest of our lives. I promise to be here when you’re angry, and when you’re sad, and I promise to be here when you’re so happy you could fly. I promise to always I can’t promise to always be my best self, because everyone has bad days, but I can promise that you’ll always bring out the best in me that I can give you. I promise to always remind you that you deserve everything you want, even when you don’t think you do. And above all, I promise to love you, body and soul, forever.

There. That’s it. That’s what you’ve been trying to say. You bite your lip as you read it over and over again, making sure it’s just right. When you hear Eddie at the door, you quickly fold up the paper and stick it in a book laying nearby so he won’t find it. As you walk to greet him, he opens his arms. You run and jump into them, attacking him with kisses.

“Hey baby?” He says, both of your laughter subsiding.

“What’s up, gorgeous?” He presses a warm kiss to your forehead.

“How would you feel… if I cut my hair for the wedding?” Your eyes go wide in surprise.

“Well,” You run your fingers through his curls. “I love your hair how it is, but I also love you how you are all the time. So if you want to cut your hair I’m not gonna be mad at you. It’s just another version of you for me to love.” He gives you a smile and another few kisses to your forehead. “Why are you thinking about it?” You ask him. He gives a bit of a shrug.

“I don’t know, this has been my hair since I was like, 16, and I feel like I need something fresh. Something… ‘husband-y.’” He explains.

“We’ll you’re gonna be ‘husband-y’ no matter what in a few weeks.” You remind him, and he smiles wide, his beautiful eyes shining down at you.

“That’s true.” He nods, and then he picks you up and spins you, both of you laughing again. “And you, my love, are gonna be ‘wife-y.’” He says playfully, grabbing at your ass.

“Oh, getting a little handsy, are we?” You giggle, hands threading through his hair.

“I’m just excited,” He whispers into your ear. “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” It sends a shiver down your spine, and you begin feeling that dizzying electricity shooting through your veins.

“Mm, it sounds so nice when you say it like that.” You say against his skin, pressing wet kisses over his neck.

“Hm, how?” He leans to your other ear, nipping at your earlobe lightly. “My wife?” You melt into him, and you can’t even make it to the bedroom before collapsing together, both of you burning with desire.

Two Weeks Until the Wedding

You give Eddie one more kiss before you separate for your respective parties. Eddie’s been coming up with a wedding-based D&D campaign for weeks in preparation and he’s bringing all of the guys to your apartment to play it while you go out with your friends to do some karaoke.

Robin honks her horn as she, Nancy, and Steve yell out the windows in excitement when you make it to the parking lot. You hop in with them, sitting in the back next to Nancy and she pulls out a flimsy little veil attached to a plastic tiara. “I saw this at the party store the other day, and I thought it would make a great addition to the night!” She laughs, handing it to you. You clip it to your hair, laughing at how ridiculous you must look.

“Do I look like a bride?” You ask, theatrically posing for her. She nods at you, fully satisfied with her purchase.

“For sure, Y/N. You look great!” She says, making you laugh more. The four of you jam out in the car as you go to pick up your cousin, the last addition to your bridal party.

When you make your way into the bar, Steve goes to order drinks as you and Robin pour over the karaoke list. You make your choice and take your slip of paper up to the DJ, Robin following shortly. When you return, Steve’s brough beers for everyone, and as Robin makes her way back to the table, you all pick up your drinks. “To Y/N! May she never forget that even though she’s settling down, there’s no excuse to miss out on getting wild every once in a while!” Steve toasts, and the five of you let out a whoop and take a drink.

“You gonna sing something, Steve?” You ask over the loud music. He shakes his head like he was just asked to hold a porcupine.

“Oh, come on! It’s my bachelorette!” You plead, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“No way, Y/N! I am here as an observer only! Trust me, you don’t want me getting up there anyway.” He promises. You just roll your eyes with a smile, but Robin comes up next to you.

“We’ll get him up there, we’ve just gotta get a few drinks into him first. He’s a sucker for the Beach Boys.” She says, and you both laugh.

Your name gets called after about 20 minutes of laughing and drinking with your friends, and you go up and grab the microphone, getting ready to have some real fun. The familiar chords blast over the speakers, and you start jamming out. It’s one of yours and Eddie’s favorite songs to jam to together.

It’s early morning, the sun comes out. Last night was shaking and pretty loud. My cat is purring, it scratches my skin. So what is wrong with another sin? The bitch is hungry, she need to tell. So give her inches and feed her well. More day to come, new places to go. I’ve got to leave it’s time for the show!

You jump and dance as the chorus comes, your friends cheering you on from the back of the bar.

Here I am! Rock you like a hurricane! Here I am! Rock you like a Hurricane!

By the time you finish the song, you’re breathless, laughing like a crazy person as you go back to your party.

“That was awesome!” Steve shouts. He’s on his second drink now, and you’re counting the minutes until he’s loose enough to get up to sing himself.

Robin’s up next, and she dedicates Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper to you. She’s terrible, but it doesn’t matter. Who’s really good at karaoke anyway? It’s just about the fun of it Nancy follows that with Walking on Sunshine and you’ve had a couple of people give you drinks in congratulations of your big day. Once you really start feeling the effects, you start handing them to your friends, needing to keep your head if you wanna be able to remember this in the morning. Robin declines, having the keys to the car. You promise her next time you go out together, you’ll be the DD.

By the time Steve’s gone through 4 or 5 drinks, he’s ready to sing. He gets up there and sings Kokomo by the Beach Boys. He’s right, he’s terrible, but it’s nice to see him let loose.

When you get home in the early hours of the morning, you’re stumbling up the steps, drunk and hungry. You knock on the door, hoping Eddie is awake to let you in. You know your keys are in your purse but it’s too dark and your eyes are too blurry to find them.

When Eddie opens the door, you give him a sloppy kiss, so happy to be home. “Heyyy baby!” You slur. He chuckles, pulling the plastic tiara out of your hair.

“Did you have a good time?” He asks. You nod into his chest. He smells so good. You take a deep breath, taking it in.

“Yeah, lo’s of nice people gave me drinks cause I’m gettin’ married.” You give a sleepy laugh. “I’m soooo excited to get married, Eddie!” As he ushers you inside, closing the door behind you.

“Me too, princess.” He whispers into your hair. You go to put your fingers in his hair but it’s not where it usually is. You forgot he cut it off. You look up at him, smiling.

“Yer so pretty with your new hair, baby.” You tell him. He’s just so pretty. So so so pretty.

“Well thank you. I like it too.” He says.

“Eddie?” You ask.

“Hmm?”

“Can I have a snack?” He laughs again, guiding you to the couch.

“Yeah, pretty, then we’ll get you to bed, okay?” He says, walking to the kitchen.

“Okie dokie.” You lean your head against the arm of the couch. “Eddie.” You call.

“Yes?” He responds, the amused tone evident even in your drunken state.

“I luh you!” You hear him chuckle as he opens the fridge.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The Day Before The Wedding

“The next time I’ve got my hands on you, you’re gonna be my wife.” Eddie mutters into your hair, his movements slow and deliberate as you moan beneath him.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna be my husband.” You still can’t believe it, even when it’s less than 24 hours away. This is your goodbye before you go to your parent’s house for the night. Can’t have the bride and groom see each other before the wedding!

Eddie leaves tantalizing nips down your neck, careful not to leave any marks before tomorrow. As he moves in and out of you, you scratch down his back in delight. “Shit, princess, you feel so good.” He moans, one of his hands squeezing at your hip. “I won’t be able to last much longer like this baby.” He strokes your g-spot on every thrust and he’s getting you closer as seconds go by. You don’t want it to be over too soon though. You want to savor every last moment you can before leaving.

“Mm, let me get on top, Eddie.” You whisper, and he groans at the thought.

“Fuck Y/N, I just said I won’t be able to last much longer. What are you trying to do to me?” He gives a little laugh, but you roll together, him still seated inside you, and you run your hands up his chest, up to his face.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know what I’m doing.” Eddie’s hands attach to your hips as you begin to ride him, moving at a pace just a bit faster than what he set before.

“God, fuck, are you sure? Cause it seems like you’re trying to fuck the cum out of me right now.” He lets his head roll back with a deep moan. It’s evil what you’re about to do, but God, is it fun. As you both chase your highs, you pay attention to the way he breathes, the way he feels inside of you. Just as you feel him reach the breaking point, you stop moving, whimpering as you deny yourself an orgasm as well.

Eddie realizes what you’re doing and laughs incredulously, his pupils blown with lust “You sneaky little minx,” He says, but he’s not complaining. You let out a giggle before moving again, grinding your hips into his, both of you letting wanton sounds fall from your mouths as you make love.

But again, when you feel yourself nearing the edge, you stop. Eddie groans this time, and you can’t help but smile. “What am I gonna do with you?” He’s smiling too, enjoying this little game you’re playing with him. You shrug innocently.

“Marry me?” You offer. He bites his lip at that, and he reaches up to play with your breasts. You let out a whine at the feeling of his fingers brushing over your nipples.

“Fuck yeah, I am.” He grunts, his hands sliding down your body to return to your hips. Suddenly, he fucks up into you, making you let out a harsh whine. “And I’m gonna have you any. Way. I. Want!” He punctuates each word with a thrust, making your eyes roll back. He pulls your body to his chest and rolls you both back over, wanting to finish what you started.

“And right now, I want to cum with you, pretty. Is that okay with you?” He growls into your ear. This isn’t a game anymore. This just you surrendering to him, no other option. You bite your lip.

“Fuck, yes please!” You cry. He starts snapping his hips into you hard and fast, one hand on the back of your head, holding your foreheads together, the other on the mattress holding you both up.

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me sweetheart.” He demands between kisses. “I want you looking at me when we cum.” The sounds that fall from your lips are downright sinful, and Eddie is sure he’s died and gone to heaven, thanking every deity he can think of that decided he deserves this. That he deserves you.

He whimpers as he nears his release, knowing you’re close too as your walls begin to tighten around him. “Fuck Y/N,” He whines. “Fucking cum with me, baby.” His eyes bore into yours as you spasm around him, and it’s too much, he has to screw his eyes shut as he releases into you. You’re both breathing heavily, coming down from your intense orgasms. When he slides out of you, he takes the condom he wears off and ties it up, wrapping it in a tissue and placing it on the nightstand to throw away in a few minutes.

“I guess you’ve gotta get ready to go now?” He pouts, pressing kisses to your chest as he lays in the crook of your arm. You look down at him and rub your cheek against the top of his head.

“Yeah, probably. It’s getting late. We need to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow!” You try to ease the sting of having to leave him.

“Alright, alright.” He concedes, pressing more, warm kisses to your electrified skin. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He reaches up and you card your fingers through his hair as you kiss him deeply. As you pull away, you give him a little smile.

“That’s right. I’ll be the one in blue.”

@stormseyes

[frosted-night]

Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

[queenshelby]

The Last Semester - Part Three

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 3,345

Original Blog:

@queenshelby​

Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two

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The Blind Date

It was 7 o’clock when you walked into the local Irish pub, looking for your date Patrick in a crowded room. Luckily, Emma had shown you Patrick’s Facebook profile and he certainly was handsome and easily recognisable.

Unsurprisingly, when you saw him standing at the bar with a pint of Guinness, he had already caught the waitresses’ attention and she tried her best to flirt with him until you approached.

‘Hi, Patrick?’ you asked and he nodded before shaking your hand and suggesting that you find somewhere else to sit.

Eventually, you located one of the high-top tables on the other side of the pub and sat down with your beers and began talking.

Patrick was a doctor at the university campus who had graduated medical school as little as two years ago. But, whilst he clearly was smart, you quickly realised that he was somewhat arrogant and lacked a good sense of humour.

Regardless, you tried to make the most of the night until, eventually, Patrick sought some reassurance from you that you would be going home with him that night. According to him, he didn’t like wasting his time if there was nothing in it for him.

His comments caught you by surprise and you quickly advised him that you were not that kind of woman and you certainly wouldn’t go home with someone you barely knew.

Patrick was disappointed and the conversation escalated quickly when he called you a prude and referred to you as being a woman who simply uses men to get free drinks.

You were speechless and, at half time, you put $10 pounds onto the table for your drinks and excused yourself quickly, grabbing your bag and headed for the bathroom.

There was no way you would be putting up with a man like this and you couldn’t believe that Emma thought that you would like him. Did she really think as little of you, you wondered?

Later that Evening

‘Cillian, hey’ you said as, after spending ten minutes in the bathroom collecting your thoughts, you walked out towards the entrance of the pub.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Cillian asked as he immediately noticed your red and somewhat teary eyes.

‘Well, let’s just say that my roommate set me up on a blind date with a total wanker’ you laughed but, really, you weren’t sure whether you should laugh or cry after what he had said to you. It certainly didn’t help your self-esteem and that was something you struggled with.

What you were, however, sure about was that you were ready to leave even if that meant that you would miss the second part of the game.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’ Cillian asked, his hand resting on your shoulder and his eyes giving you a concerning but yet reassuring look.

You quickly nodded and Cillian responded with a simple ‘common then’ before dumping his half full pint of beer and walking outside with you.

Once you made it out of the door unnoticed, you inhaled deeply. ‘Damn and I really wanted to see the game. Ireland is so close this time’ you pouted slightly disappointed.

‘I am going to watch the rest at my place. You are welcome to come along’ Cillian offered and you took a moment to think about his offer. You knew that your flatmates were having a party and the game was only available on pay tv and you would much rather sit on the lounge with Cillian and watch the Ireland beat France than clean up vomit and empty bottles of booze at home.

‘Uhm yes, why not. Thanks’ you said shyly and followed Cillian to his apartment which was only a five-minute stroll from the pub.

Finally some Privacy

‘Wine or beer?’ Cillian asked after you took off your shoes and sat down on the lounge in his living room.

‘Whatever you are having’ you responded and Cillian was quick to open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.

‘Thank you’ you said as he handed you a glass and sat down next to you. You really weren’t much of a red wine drinker but pretended to enjoy it.

There was an awkward silence between you as you watched the second half of the game but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

You struggled paying attention to the commentators as your mind focused on the man sitting next to you instead. The smell of his aftershave mixed with detergence he had used to wash his clothes drove you absolutely crazy. And then there were his hands, which you watched every time he reached for his glass of wine.

But it wasn’t just you watching Cillian. He watched you as well and often gazed over to you, focusing on your soft facial features.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes into the second half, you couldn’t bare the silence any longer and started a conversation.

‘So, you wanted to ask me something yesterday when I came to your office. But then you didn’t. I am curious though. What was it?’ you said shyly, slightly encouraged by the wine in your system.

‘I was actually going to ask you whether you wanted to watch the game tonight’ Cillian murmured, looking somewhat embarrassed when he looked over to you.

‘So why didn’t you?’ you went on to ask, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Because I realised how inappropriate that would have been’ he admitted and you smiled, cheeks flushing red.

‘Well, here we are’ you said nervously, looking into Cillian’s deep blue eyes for a moment before trying to look away shyly.

But, Cillian wouldn’t let you, reaching for your face with one of his hands.

‘Hey’ he said quietly as his thumb ran over your chin gently. ‘I like when you look at me’ he then went on to say and, just like that, you leaned forward and pressed your lips onto his once again.

The kiss you shared was gentle and tentative, not rushed and not forced in any way. It was a simple kiss, brief but exciting.

‘I am sorry’ you said after your lips drifted apart, but this time, you didn’t look away and your eyes got lost in his.

Cillian shook his head briefly before drawing your face closer towards his again for yet another kiss. Again, it was tentative but, this time, you parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and explore.

‘I shouldn’t be pursuing this Y/N’ Cillian said quietly as, eventually your lips drifted apart. ‘It’s not right on so many levels’ he went on to say but you quietened his lips with a third kiss, a passionate kiss which drew your body even closer towards his until you found your way onto his lap, facing him, pressing your body against his as your tongues moved with each other in sync.

‘I am a grown woman Cillian. I can’t see anything wrong with this and I certainly don’t want you to stop kissing me’ you said as your lips drifted apart again, a shy smile escaping you as you did.

‘I am also twenty years older than you and supervising your drama project’ he then went on to say somewhat concerned.

‘I don’t care about the difference in age and, technically, you aren’t my supervisor anymore, Aidan is’ you reassured Cillian, smirking at him as you did.

‘Still, not a good look getting involved with one of the students from the project’ Cillian said reluctantly but without making any attempt to push you away.

‘Well, I could leave now and you can ask me out again in three weeks when you finish up your volunteering position’ you then suggested all while you started to grind against him, feeling his erection strain against his jeans beneath you.

Your suggestion fell on deaf ears as Cillian already struggled to contain his emotions and needs with you on top of him and, just as you finished your sentence, he affirmed what he wanted with another passionate kiss.

The kiss you were sharing soon became heated and desperate and Cillian’s hands started to roam over your warm skin beneath your thin jumper.

His touch instantly sent shivers over you skin and down your spine and sent you into overdrive when his hands began to cup your small breasts.

You moaned into his mouth and, just after you did, you pulled back slightly, allowing him to pull your jumper over your head.

As he did, you suddenly felt a little nervous and self-conscious but it was obvious. He wanted you and his lips soon met yours again.

‘Cill…’ you said in between kisses and he looked at you, responding with a quiet ‘hmm’ as his eyes were questioning what you wanted to say.

‘It’s been two years since I have been with anyone and I don’t really do one night stands’ you murmured quietly and Cillian simply smiled, caressing your face with one of his hands before responding to your comment.

‘Good’ he said before giving you a quick peck. ‘Neither do I’ he reassured you without telling you that it had been six months for him too, which is when he broke up with his last long term girlfriend Nadine.  

After another minute or two of more passionate kisses, Cillian picked you up and, before you could really prepare yourself for what was about to happen, you were in his bed.

Nervously but eager at the same time, you looked up at him with what you hoped were bedroom eyes.

He got the message and hoovered over you, kissing you gently before continuing to undress you, gentle but a little hurried.

You had already lost your jumper in the living room earlier and now he was pulling on your jeans, getting rid of them in a haste and leaving you exposed in your grey cotton underwear.

‘I didn’t quite plan for this’ you said nervously as you weren’t really dressed to impressed, your underwear simple and not sexy at all.

‘You look beautiful just the way you are Y/N’ Cillian reassured you before leaving a trail of kisses on your warm skin.

The anticipation was already killing you. With each passing second, his lips trailing over your bare shoulders and up your neck, you felt yourself shiver, the heat traveling right down to the taut muscles inside you, right between your legs. It was slick there, the result of your growing arousal.

It wasn’t long until Cillian unclipped your bra, exposing your small and perky breasts. You were impressed that he had immediately noticed the clasp of the bra at the front. He certainly paid attention to detail.

By now, your nervousness had sat in and your cheeks began to flush as his eyes gazed over your body.

Cillian noticed and simply responded with a warm smile before nudging your nose with his.

‘We can stop if you want to’ Cillian began to say but you immediately interrupted him.

‘I want you Cillian, please’ you whispered and he responded with a gentle nod.

‘Relax’ he then whispered before kissing you again and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

‘Cillian’ you eventually moaned as he nipped your throat with his teeth before sitting back.

You opened your eyes again and watched as Cillian grabbed his shirt from the back, and pulled it down over his head. Next off were his jeans, and then his briefs.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. His body was perfect, his chest was only lightly covered with some hair and his skin was covered in freckles.

But, when you lowered your eyes, your sense of shyness returned and seeing him completely naked in front of you caused you to flush.

He was clearly aroused by you, hard and ready, even though you only just started.

As you nervously looked at him, Cillian leaned forward and began to gently run his hands over your stomach, leaning down to kiss it, before hooking his index fingers into the hem of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You inhaled sharply, almost forgetting to breath out again as he exposed your soaking wet mound.

What now, you wondered? Like the two men you’ve been with in the past, would he proceed directly to the main event?

‘You are so sexy, you know that?’ Cillian went on to say and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Sure’ you said nervously as he spread your legs before bending down and pressing his hot mouth right against your sopping wet slit.

You didn’t expect that and immediately let out a sharp gasp.

‘Oh god’ you moaned in pleasure as you put one of your hands in his hair and gripped the sheets beneath you with the other.

Cillian’s tongue ran through your slit several times before it swirled around over your clit gently.

‘Fuck’ you cried out, throwing your head back as he began to eat you out, his tongue working wonders on your sex-deprived pussy.

His hands were on your thighs, pushing them farther apart, fingers digging into your skin.

‘Please’ you eventually said, not even sure what you were pleading for. You just knew that he couldn't stop or you would scream.

Your pussy was sensitive, and it had been so long since you had sex and even then, you never quite experienced any sensation like this.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned even louder as he sped up the movements of his tongue.  

Within bare seconds, you came with a cry and a shudder. Unable to hold back, you let go, shutting your eyes to ride out your orgasm.

Involuntarily, you were grinding up on him, your hips lifting off the bed, toes curling.

‘That was quick’ Cillian chuckled after you came down from your high and before giving your inner thigh another quick kiss.

‘I am sorry, I don’t know what just happened’ you said somewhat embarrassed as you never had orgasmed before when being with someone else. In fact, you never even gotten close to climaxing when someone else pleasured you orally.

‘Don’t ever be sorry’ Cillian said, kissing you gently before sitting back again and reaching for the bedside table draw to his right.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you and, shamelessly but also somewhat nervously, you watched him pull out a silver condom wrapper from the draw.

You bit your lip in anticipation was you watched him open the wrapper with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his hard shaft.

Cillian then leaned forward again, spreading your legs further apart with a nudge from his knees. He looked powerful above you, his body trained, stomach flat, waist trim, looking at you with such lust that you forgot for a moment that, just days ago, you were trying to forget all about him. He leaned down, kissing you, tasting you, making the heat spread all over your body as he slipped two of his fingers inside of you, curving inward.

‘Still so sensitive’ he chuckled while you gasped at the sensation.

‘Cillian, please’ you begged. But he didn't seem to hear you and put pressure down, jerking his hand and thrusting his fingers right against your previously unexplored g-spot.

‘Oh my fucking god, no no no’ you cried out, bucking your hips again almost instantly, this time squirting right into his hand. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, your pussy still clenching on his fingers, desperate and needy.

‘Cillian, oh fuck’ you whimpered, not realising that you left a wet puddle on the sheets.

‘Wow’ Cillian grinned. He looked pretty pleased with himself as you sat up somewhat shocked, which is when you noticed what had just happened.

‘Oh my god. This is so fucking embarrassing’ you said when you noticed that you squirted for the first time.

‘Shh, it's okay’ Cillian murmured, calming you down and kissing you.

‘In fact, I think its fucking sexy and I hope I can make you do this again’ he smirked before guiding your back onto the mattress again.

‘I think you might’ you chuckled as you held out your arms and he melted into them, supporting himself with his arms.

‘I want to feel you so badly Cillian’ you moaned as his cock finally slid between your legs, making you squirm and buck your hips.

‘Patience’ Cillian said softly, and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

‘How can you restrain yourself?’ you asked, surprising you both.

Cillian raised an eyebrow, impossibly amused.

‘I’ve been restraining myself from wanting this for weeks’ Cillian said, and pressed his lips to your neck, kissing, nipping, biting and sucking. You closed your eyes, toes curling again, and gave into the pleasure. You did your best to wrap your legs around him, and he began to grind his cock down between your legs, right along the slit of your wet pussy.

When he finally entered you, you both let out a hiss of satisfaction, clutching at one another. The friction slow, drawn out, was enough to numb your mind. Your fingers dug into his back, his hands gripped the sheets, and he made love to you, driving inside of you with careful, deliberate movements.

‘Cillian’ you moaned as you felt him thrust in and out of you over and over again. But, hearing his groans and moans was exciting you just as much as the pleasure he gave you with his cock.

Cillian and you adjusted, getting familiar with one another, your bodies moving in slow grinds as he snapped his hips, making you shift yours off the bed. His pace quickened, and so did your breathing, and in one swift motion, you were a shuddering mess, feeling his cock hit that spot again, making you shatter.

At this point, Cillian was relentless, pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped his shoulders, fingernails leaving crescent marks behind, little slivers of moons, leaving your mark. He was yours and you were his.

You writhed under him, your pussy clenching around his thickness. His hands visibly shook, his breath wild as he moved in you, kissing you almost roughly, smashing his lips against yours, and in seconds, his tongue was sliding against yours as you tasted each other.

You anticipated each movement, feeling the bulge of his cock hard inside of you, filling you. Just when you thought you would come again, he withdrew and helped you to your knees, and when he entered you from behind, it was a whole other experience. He was deeper, and you seemed to drift together. You could smell his spicy aftershave, could smell your coupling in the air, thick and hazy, making you dizzy with desire.

Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against his cock, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.

He was thrusting into you and with each passing second, you came closer and closer. You were whimpering, your entire body a mess of tightened muscles. An all-encompassing moan left your lips as his fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed, circling it, you came again, hard and fast.

Blinding gratification. Earth-shattering spasms. A delicious high, an overdose of emotions your body began to shake and your walls began to contract tightly around his thrusting cock.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned into your ear as he reached his high shortly after you did and you could feel his cock jerking inside of you.

His name was on your lips, but you couldn't say it; you couldn't say anything. You could feel every pulse inside of you, could feel every grunt and groan slip underneath your skin, could feel his taut muscles flush against your body. This wasn't just sex. It was heaven.

Just as you both finally came down from your high and while Cillian was kissing the back of your neck gently, he carefully pulled out of you and, just as he did, you could hear him swear.

‘Fuck’ he said in a trance as he pulled back, away from your body.

‘What is it?’ you asked and turned around immediately, looking down, noticing his cum leaking from you and down your inner thigh.

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haechan: the cocky | vol 1

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :) 

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: oral, voyeurism, explicit language ☆ WC: 2,659 ☆ SYNOPSIS: on this sunny afternoon, you’re home alone while everyone else is in class... or so you thought. as haechan’s name spills from your lustful mouth, he mindlessly comes in thinking that you’re calling for him. instead, he walks in to see you fingers deep and in need of some assistance, again.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: happy halloween everyone!! pls read the background info before proceeding with the fic!! absolutely pwp, there is no real plot here besides smut LOL and yes there will be a part two ! maybe multiple parts idk yet lol depends on my story building 

Tossing your backpack into the corner of your room, you pounce on your bed as quickly as possible. There was something about Haechan’s outfit choice today: baggy relaxed pants and an oversized plain white tshirt that only he could pull off. Something about his cool, carefree attitude riles up an inexplicable part of you. And though you didn’t have much time to drool over his incredibly impressive outfit before dashing for your 10 AM, it is all that’s been running through your head.

And truthfully if you had been caught staring for even a millisecond, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him. You’ve seen this guy go two days straight sitting in his boxers and wrinkled old tee as he yells profanities at his computer monitor. Yet, in some egotistical world, Haechan still manages to be the cockiest person in the whole house.

Haechan has pulled quite a fair share of girls, but nothing in comparison to Jaehyun or Johnny. The reason behind his sly smirks and obvious traveling eyes could possibly be that he’s pulled you, quite a number of times.

Haechan never really peaked your interest until he became the one you spent the most time alone with. He is not the type to boast about his sexual encounters, so you really had to squeeze it out of him. Long talks of his cunnilingus tactics had you wet by the end of it all, not expecting that this gamer boy had such an eager passion for seeing girls squirm from his tongue.

Eager and strong enough passion to ask if he could get a taste of you, then proceeded to bring up all the moments that he has passed by your room to see you sprawled across your bed naked and rubbing one out. You had a poor habit of not closing your door all the way.

However strangely enough, you didn’t feel embarrassed that Haechan was the one who saw you. In fact, if anyone in the house did catch you masturbating, you’d hope it was him. Your relationship is comfortable to the point of seeing the worst sides of each other, you could be your true self around him because he wasn’t some playboy to impress. He is and always will be, Lee Haechan, the boy that sucks at arm wrestling.

So as you check your housemates’ locations and thinking that the coast is clear, you begin to peel off your bottoms and panties. Every naughty thought of Haechan rolls into your lustful mind. Tugging at his fluffy hair. His plushy tongue against your clit. His light spanks against your ass. His needy hands gripping your thighs. His low throaty moans.

You get into your favorite position --- ass up, on your knees and legs spread open, with your face buried in a pillow. Your hand tries to mimic his touch: gently teasing your nipples, trailing down your stomach until you reach your sensitive bud. Your fingers gather your slick and automatically, Haechan’s name escapes your lips. Closing your eyes, you recall all the times he’s eaten you out until you’ve seen stars.

Now if Haechan wasn’t so forgetful, he wouldn’t have to drive all the way back home to grab his notebook for lecture. When the boy enters the house, he takes note of your scattered shoes at the door and the faint sound of your voice. Curiously, he walks up the stairs to the rooms and hears you calling for him and concludes that you probably heard him come home.

When he approaches your slightly opened door, he sees an image that immediately halts him in his tracks. Through the rather large slit, he has the clearest view of your dripping pussy and quick fingers rubbing at your clit. And he registers your calls for moans. You were moaning his name, not calling for him.

He glances around at the other open rooms to check if anyone else is home, but that is probably why you thought it would be completely fine to not close your door, again. When he returns to the incredibly sexy scene of you masturbating to the thought of him, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t even hear his heavy breathing.

A tent forms in his pants as he feels all his blood rushing to his shaft. He’s beyond turned on, like come on, it’s him you’re thinking about. This does nothing, but fuel his already large ego. Haechan enters your room and clears his throat, “you should really learn to close your door, baby.” 

Your momentum breaks at the sheer fear of someone else’s voice. Panic settles and the first thing you see when you look up is Haechan’s small smirk. He leans against the frame of your door, arms crossed and eyes never leaving your figure.

“Why are you home?!” You throw a pillow at him, very well annoyed at his presence and for ruining your private time. Sitting up on your knees, you try covering your lower half with your blanket. Haechan is quick to stop you, while simultaneously shutting your bedroom door.

“I forgot my notebook.” He leans in, lips inches away from yours and his hand pulling the sheets off your body. “I have twenty minutes to spare, so let’s make this quick, mmh? Seems like you’re in need of my assistance... again.” His eyes are dark, and the sunlight that seeps through your shades shines so beautifully against his melanin. The faint smell of his cologne messes with your mind and god, you want him so bad and you hate that he can tell.

“Get back into your previous position and show me how you touch yourself.” He leaves a quick peck on the corners of your lips before standing at the end of your bed. 

“What if I don’t want to?” You’re not usually bratty with other partners, but Haechan’s assertiveness and overall aura draws it out of you so naturally. 

He pokes his tongue at the inside of his mouth, protruding his cheek and tilts his head at your bratty attitude. Staring you down with hungry eyes and a raised eyebrow, he says in a serious tone, “no time for games right now. You want me or not?” 

“Yes, please.” You nod with urgency once you realize that Haechan still had class to get to. Turning back around, you rest comfortably on your elbows with your knees firm on the mattress. Your hand travels down to circle your clit again, resuming your previous lustful actions before Haechan interrupted you.

Every jolt runs down your legs as a pumping surge of electricity, all the way down to your toes. Haechan palms himself watching you get back into the mood, biting his bottom lip at the delicious sight of your glistening, pretty pussy on display for him. It doesn’t take much before he hurries to get under you and in between your legs.

He lays back flat on the bed as you hover over him, your hand still rubbing intensively at your bud and your juices collecting in your palm. Taking your wrist, he guides your wet fingers into his mouth. You moan knowing your fingers are being cleaned by Haechan, him sucking your taste off of you. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans, bringing your hips closer to his face. Without another second of hesitation, he licks a long strip across your clit. 

“Hyuck..” It has been established between the two of you that you have special rights to use his government name. He loves how hot it sounds coming from you, like it is meant to be spoken only by you. “..I’m.. already.. going to burst.”

He kisses your inner thighs, then encapsulates your bud in his mouth. Your legs give out at the mind blowing pleasure that comes with Haechan’s plushy licks. His tongue doesn’t leave your clit for more than a second, suckling and rubbing it like his life depended on it. 

When you peer down at him, his face is entirely pressed up against your body: nose digging into your skin and mouth latching on for a taste. He gives your ass a little spank, then grabbing a handful to squeeze. The tinge of pain turns into pleasure as the feeling of static runs throughout your lower half. 

Haechan tries to free himself from his pants, growing painfully hard that it began to feel strained. One hand unzips and tugs down hastily at his bottoms, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. He lifts his shirt up as far as it can go, not once breaking his attention on making you feel good.

You yelp when his two fingers enter your hole abruptly, gathering enough of your slick to cover his own dick. With your wetness, he strokes his tip with his thumb and the vibrations from his moans sends shivers down your spine. But Haechan is more than skilled at multitasking, jerking himself off while he eats you out.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Your head turns enough to see movement in your peripheral vision. You can infer two things: Haechan is half naked and fucking his hand so fast that it shakes the bed a bit.

“Of course I am. You’re fucking hot, baby.” He only pulls away briefly to speak, his soft tongue flicking rapidly harder against you now. Haechan knows you’re close, without you needing to say much. Your toes curl at the intensity, your moans become louder, and you’re gripping onto his hair as tightly as possible.

The peak of your mountain is at the tip of your lips, your legs are about to give out at any moment, but Haechan is showing no mercy to slow down. “Just like that, shit.” Your hips mindlessly grind with his fast-paced rhythm.

Haechan can feel his own release coming just as quick, his own grip growing tighter around his shaft as his hips have no caution to stop. “Give it to me, (Y/N).” His low grunts solely push you to your edge, as you announce your orgasm. 

Your shaking legs uncontrollably twitch around his head as the euphoric feeling fills your blood stream. Like a knot coming undone, it’s the most rewarding feeling you’ve ever felt. You try to catch your breath as Haechan unlatches from your swollen clit, and his moans replace yours. 

“(Y/N),” He barely manages to speak and you look down in between your legs to see him biting his bottom lip hard and eyes closed. “--I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk... when I get back..” and with that, he cums all over his lower stomach, short strings of white landing across his body.

You roll off of him, grabbing tissues from your nightstand to clean him up. “Are you still going to make it?” A hoarse laugh rumbles your chest as Haechan remembers the lecture he has to attend.

“I’ll just show up late.” Wiping the last bit off of him, he gets up to hurriedly zip himself up. “Why are you suddenly so needy?” He jokes, partially. A smug grin appears reminding you of his haughty personality. 

You scoff at his remark, “I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” 

“Yeah, but why do that when I clearly give you the best orgasms of your life.” He shrugs, his tone being quite matter of fact. He chuckles mischievously at your displeased expression, running out your room before you can chase him out.

“Okay, I’m leaving!” He yells from the hall, hurrying down the stairs to catch the last half of his lecture. 

“Bye, thank you... I guess..” You pull your panties up, your voice trailing off when you step out of your room to the top of the stairs to watch him leave.

He stops to peer up at your obvious fucked out appearance, admiring you all in your glory. “Any time, baby. What are housemates for?” Haechan winks flirtatiously before he shuts the front door.

The rhetorical question repeats in your head, what are housemates for? 

As everyone floods back home later in the day, you and Haechan act as if nothing happened. That’s the thing about you two, Haechan never really feels the need to brag to the others, only if provoked. 

You two can live in this house with the other three not expecting a single thing, not knowing that there is courage behind Haechan’s bold statements. Not even the way Haechan stares at you sometimes can give anything away. This man is too slick, too quick on his feet to ever be caught.

“You make it to all your classes today, Haechan?” Johnny asks as the three of you devour the dinner Doyoung made, Jaemin once again not being home. 

“Yes, dad.” Haechan answers sarcastically and stuffs his mouth full of dinner rolls. “I had a midterm that I totally aced.” He smiles proudly, but your ears catch onto the first half of his sentence and immediate guilt settles.

“You had a midterm?” The tone of your question raises a few eyebrows at the table, the rest of the boys wondering why you sounded so worried.

Nevertheless, Haechan doesn’t lose his cool. He simply bids you his sugary sweet smile and says, “not for that one.” 

“No flirty eyes at the table.” Doyoung scowls as Haechan’s corner lip twitches into another infamous smirk. He somewhat enjoys the thrill of almost getting caught, you make it all too easy for the others to find out.

You gulp your food harshly and shy away from Haechan’s dark gaze, not knowing the right words to recover your slip up. Jaehyun acknowledges the confusion in the room, laughing nervously at your sudden bashfulness, “why did (Y/N) sound so worried?” 

Your food gets stuck in your throat, waiting to hear what Haechan has to say to your nosy housemates. “I had to come home to grab my notebook and missed the beginning of class. She’s just looking out for me, it’s cute.” 

And your eyes make the most dramatic roll, “I should’ve just let you to suffer the consequences.” 

“But you’re a good girl.” Haechan barely lets you finish, his sharp-witted tongue almost cutting you off.

“(Y/N) is the best girl.” Johnny ruffles your hair and picks up your chin, being oblivious to the sexual tension between you and Haechan. “Now, did my best girl go to all her classes today?” 

You push his large hand off of you, grumbling lowly, “yes, Johnny.” Mindful to not say dad as it would steer him with too much satisfaction, “unlike you delinquents, I actually go to class and stay for the whole thing.”

“I do too.” Doyoung bickers.

In response, you pinch his cheek harshly. “I know and I’m always proud of you, my bunny.” 

Haechan clears his throat obnoxiously, “I’m going to play games, hop on when you all are done.” He takes a few more dinner rolls as he starts heading up the stairs with his plate of food.

“Can’t, I have someone coming over in a few.” Jaehyun stuffs his cheeks full of deliciousness.

“Me too.” Johnny chimes and you’re repulsed that more than half of the house is going to be having sex at the same time. 

“In that case, that is my cue to leave and put on noise canceling headphones.” Doyoung gathers his plate to rush out of the scene. 

Jaehyun and Johnny finish their dinners at an impressive speed, “don’t be too loud, Haechan!” Johnny loudly proclaims and though you can’t see Haechan’s face, you can imagine his devilish smile through the cadence of his voice.

“Oh, trust me. I won’t be the loud one tonight.” Your phone lights up from incoming texts. As your eyes register the messages, you almost choke on your food at the implications. 

housemate haechan: come to my room when you’re done

housemate haechan: and don’t expect to walk tomorrow:) 

And you’re finishing your dinner as fast as everyone else is, shamefully excited to make your way upstairs. 

What are housemates for?