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[eternasci]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🌺┊     ❝ YOU ARE MISTAKEN. ❞   Such a casual decline to one's accusations accompanied tranquility in half - lidded eyes, their voice a harmony rolling off tongue. Gold eyes persist upon their fellow student, hand slowly inching behind their back.   ❝ I did not "take" anyone's heart. They are being ... given to me. ❞  

A wink.   ❝ Ask for yourself. Never would I steal from another. ❞   Shielded by the literal definition, mischief obscured by fingertips muffling giggles. Residing behind them was the object of their affinity — the prize they sought: attention, respect, accolades. All condensed within a delicate ball of light.

                                              ﹙ @fatedprincess ⎯ 🌺 ﹚

[onyourhyuck]

Crimson Lace Part One. | Mark Lee (M)

Prologue: “Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” + “I changed my mind.”

Summery: Minhyun, the older twin, has become obsessed with you. He wants you to himself but When he finds out his younger twin brother, Mark, shares the same feelings for you he is determined to claim you first. Who will you choose?

The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Trouble maker who looks mean but is only sweet to her trope >>> . Fem Reader. Possessiveness. Groping. Hair pulling. Face fucking. Dom!Minhyun. Unprotected sex, please wrap your willys before you tap it. Ass play. Hitting it raw from the back. Mention of breeding (but only mentioned once) Studying sesh that goes wrong ;). Minhyuns secretly a sweetheart who’s just in love but acts like he isn’t…

The Taglist: @yesohhsehun @chardonnayyyy @dearj43 @jwicore @skzennie

The Notes: This fic is long + There will be a part 2 with Mark’s story. Lmk if you want to be on Taglist.

Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm bb you’re the best 🙏

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The presentation ends as much as your will to live currently expires like a sappy old milk rotting at the bottom of the sinking fridge shelf . You felt yourself grow tired, yawning in your palm, cleaning up the open booklets from the lesson that has ended finally; you started to pray for it to end. However, one thing brings you back ultimately from your drowsiness and a near-midway-lesson nap.

“Who would’ve thought Y/n was slacking off having a goodnight nap through class right now?” Said the electric blue hair boy, wearing street way stylish clothes and his hair gelled up in to rough cliffs. The boy, Mark, was in every class you have and because of how much your time tables clash you became friends quickly. Ever since the two stuck like two peas in a pod. But there was another person in the dynamic.

Mark Lee is known for having a twin that was a complete polar opposite of each other, it felt like a big Shakespeare juxtaposition writing technique , honestly; it stuns everyone knowing how different they are to one another. It’s as if they were never related but that’s impossible considering they look freakishly identical face wise. But other than that, they act like complete strangers. They don’t enjoy speaking to each other, hell, you witness them ignoring each other at school. Though it’s not like Mark will run into Minhyun a lot considering his twin is a troublemaker. He doesn’t attend school. He doesn’t show any care for it actually. Unlike Mark, who cares about his classes, though, he tries his way to pass— he isn’t exactly the most smart either.

But he is very musically gifted. It’s one thing you love about Mark, it is the way he turns anything into music. He connects every little thing in everyday life you’d never expect to actually be connecting to music, and makes it fit right in. You remember once the cafeteria was serving kimchi jjigae one day and you and Mark sat down eating it; out of nowhere he starts rapping about kimchi jjigae and you swore you had second hand embarrassment but also found it completely comedically perfect. It was so random yet so funny. It went viral online too because other students inside the cafeteria were recording it.

To this day, Mark has been haunted by that video and he absolutely goes ballistic whenever he gets recognised by someone outside of UNI or inside of the campus.

Your lips fell apart as another soft yawn comes out, your hands shift on the books grabbing them as your pelvis shifts from the chair. You stand meeting Mark halfway from the class and outside. “I couldn’t sleep last night allow it. I had to pull an all-nighter for the Oscar Wilde analysis. I knew I was going to hate Wilde the moment i saw The Picture Of Dorian Gray book on my desk.” You sleepily added as your bodies walk side to side with Mark, his bag only one strap on the left shoulder, hands tucked inside the front black cargos pockets, watching you on the sideline as you complained your sad English-literature life away about how much Oscar Wilde is an absolute righteous dick for making The Picture Of Dorian Gray. Don’t get anything wrong but you don’t hate the piece. But if you are stuck late at night around 5am trying to figure out why the hell Dorian did what he did— without having to cuss in your analysis report saying ‘Dorian is a big dickhead’. It’s hard.

Mark loosely chimes at your long rant you’ve done from the classroom and inside the campus all the way to the front gates leaving the campus sight. Seriously, you can go on and on with venting and Mark could listen all day. He loves listening to you. But your conversation came to be cut close when his eyes look forward noticing an annoyingly vibrant red hair ; black leather jacket and a red Porsche outside parked out of the university. Many students watch the stranger, though Mark wished the person was a stranger. How badly he wished Minhyun wasn’t here outside waiting for you.

It’s hard sharing a mutual friend you both equally love and want your time to be shared with when the two brothers completely despise each other and want to forget their blood relation too.

You turn to Mark who looks glum and completely apprehensive. “Seriously guys why can’t you both get along?” You smack your lips together until Minhyun comes forward as his eyes fell on to you, completely ignoring Mark’s presence that seems to be the least acknowledge in his brain.

They really do hate each other.

“I refuse to get along with someone who literally hates watermelon.” Mark childishly adds as his lips pucker, shifting his head away from Minhyun. He seems so easily agitated, much Minhyun was unbothered. He fondly mocks his little brothers child’s-play tactics. “And i refuse to speak someone who cannot cook a bloody egg at his big age.”

Mark glares silently though you stare at the two boys in completely disbelief before shaking your head pushing past the two boys ridiculously petting you their anger but once you were gone their minds were put back on to you and they both follow you like lost puppies crawling back to their mother. Wanting the outmost attention, love, affection and time from you. But only one can get all from you and they don’t wish to share you. Whether it would be a single moment. They don’t want you to be with someone else yet along with one another. Minhyun wants you. Mark wants you. They don’t want to share you.

“Move out my way Markus.” Minhyun growls throwing an elbow to the leaner boy.

Mark hissed as his hands palm and shove the boy’s face, as breathing belts darkly. “Piss off Lee Minhyun.”

They push and shove each other just to get to you first but once you turned around with a huff, swearing a puff of white smoke emits from your ears, nostrils and the head as the boiling anger from within raises to high blood pressure— they back away slightly scared. If it’s one thing the two brothers know it is that you are ballistically terrifying when angry and they don’t wish to deal with angry you.

“You know what I’m going home alone today. How about you guys leave me alone if you cannot stay in one space long enough to be around me.” You add to them with a growl before walking off in the distance leaving the two stunned boys who let go off each other’s bodies with a soft whine leaving their lips. Minhyun let’s out a loose groan, you were supposed to get inside his car, it’s why he drove here. But Mark had to ruin it didn’t he. Mark on the other hand promised to walk you home! You always do that.

Mark rubs the back of his head. “What about our walk Y/n!” He calls out to you, though you ignore him.

Minhyun snarking. “I was suppose driving her home today.” Mark gawks at his brother. “As if. We always walk home.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really need to realise that she likes me better and you are simply the spare. I am the real deal. She clearly wants me and not you.”

He balls his tongue inside his tongue before he looks at Minhyun with a deadly glare in the black iris’ pupils, a look that could kill though he didn’t have enough body pressure to throw a punch. It wouldn’t be a first time that happened with them.

“You shut your mouth. You don’t know anything about her.” Mark said grabbing forward Minhyun by the collar. “Talk to me when you know what her favourite movie or Starbucks order is, Dickhead.” Letting go off the fabric leather collar as he walks off leaving Minhyun smirking at the angered boy.

Truth be honest, Mark has the most troubling anger management issues. Minhyun has never struggled with anger. Instead he struggles with his constant jealousy problem.

It’s funny though to see his little brother get so worked up, seeing the way his face turns hellish; Minhyun has to admit he must be head over heels for you, but that no can’t do.

He can’t have you. You’re his. He’s about to make sure of it.

The screen from your laptop welcomed you with bright light beckoning enough to warmly scorch your poorly tired and sore eyes as to last nights stupidly frustrating all-nighter ; what frustrates you the most is that you have an limitless pile of deadlines tasks to do therefore it looks like you’ll be needing to do more than one goddamn nighter. You can’t help but remember how your mother said to your high schooler self in the past that university was fun. Fun? If so when does the real fun start because fast forwarding three years you are still here with your head buried in books and your mentality reaching its downright limit .

You hear a door knock and as your eyes linger off your laptop you stand up and rush to the front reaching it to open, you thought this better be important enough to distraught you from your studies, and it was. Your eyes widen as you look at the unfamiliar face standing in an very unfamiliar setting. Minhyun in front of your door? Why? What did he need from you that seems so urgent considering the wet hair, soaking from the rain you haven’t even noticed it started to pour down, all the clothes sticking on his poor freezing body. His face had a sense of conflict and urgency that you felt the need to question, but when you’re about to speak and ask why he’s here, Minhyun pushes his hand on your doorway leaning down to your face.

His breathe was deathly cold you saw white smoke flowing out, his tongue rolling as he spoke. “I’m here for our unannounced study sesh.” He croaks out a smirk as your eyebrows squint together in confusion , wondering what sesh? It hit you right after Minhyun brushes past and enters inside your apartment wandering in front of you. You didn’t fight him or his nuisance presence wherein fact you simply went back to studying at your table on the floor.

Minhyun made himself at home with ease as if he was completely unbothered resting on the floor. You couldn’t focus with his damn presence around though, you hate it, you hate how much you gravitate to Minhyun and his troublesome tactics. You dislike the way he intrigues and controls you. You truly dislike that you want him near even though you know he will be giving out consequences and it truly makes your skin shawl with shivers. He was staring at you already when you look up giving him a short glance before hissing out in complaint.

“Here take the towel. You’re distracting me by how soaking you are on my floor.” He heard you hiss as you threw a white towel at him. Minhyun catches it with one hand before tugging the wet red locks in it and rubbing his cold-frozen face.

He grunts in the towel, finally letting out a relaxed and less stiff sigh. “Ugh that feels better.” You raise your eyebrow shaking your head until he let go off the towel and he crawls closer to the table in which you retort back instantly , starting to interrogate his true intentions of why he came here and what exactly was his deal because there’s no way you would ever study with a guy like Minhyun who shared equal hatred to doing something like that.

“Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” You throw at the red head boy who gazed at you.

He looks like he was contemplating what to say. Nevertheless he continues taunting leisurely without shame: Minhyun’s the most shameless of them all. Even though you offered plenty of times to give him the opportunity of studying with you because you truly felt bad how far he was behind his university classes, he rejected you and then reprimanded you for trying to help him. Insulting your kindness to offer him a choice to help him through school. So why now? What made him come here to study now.

“I changed my mind.” You saw him shrug his shoulders as he said this and you roll your lips forward. “Oh yeah?” You say back and he hums a nod quickly to you.

His voice creepily lays on you with comfort and it makes your skin prickle as much as you wish to hate it you couldn’t and that is why you’re so conflicted with the way his dark eyes lay on you the more he crawls to you keeping you trapped in your own apartment. “I’d rather be a loser with you than have someone else do that.” He seeks a jealous remark causing your eyes to leave wonders as you let out a sudden softly chuckle in the air, it felt like magic to hear you speak and laugh; it’s insane to think he’s this obsessed with a girl he only met at a campus few times and then slowly throughout the years… you keep meeting and meeting. Like god was simply paving the way for you to meet more and more.

You bring your lips to shut as Minhyun looks at you confused as to why you were laughing at him. “Jealousy is a great motivator for you.” You smirk at him as he looks at you up and down.

Eyeing you like you’re what he wants. Not studying but only you.

He groans, demandingly. “Don’t tease me. It’s hard to control myself around you as it is.” He said with a warning but somehow you didn’t listen and lean closer whispering to his ears. You abandoned your studies without realising. You left your school work for this guy who had you thinking things. Had you feeling things you never wanted to feel.

As your voice leaves a whisper haunting his ears. “Oh yeah? I think I’ll stick to doing just that.” And his lips fell in a straight line when you crawl more to his space between you closing it, it’s the way your eyes flash at him . You were truly sly, he knew it. The way his hands slip round your back suddenly pushing you down on to his lap to sit your lips help a gasp deeply inside as his lips invade yours:

It felt like an intense rollercoaster to be kissing Minhyun with so much movement there wasn’t a time where neither of you were practically suffocating yourself to deepen the kiss, you were both at each other’s disposal but there was something with the way that Minhyun was just in control. But you didn’t hate it in any way, as you knew, he was jealous and it seems to of turned you on seeing him completely infatuated to the point he ran here to see you in middle of a heavy rain storm. He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t thinking straight. All thanks to you wondering if Mark is at your place right now, studying, talking or touching you. He wants to be here in his place and he thanks the lord he is.

He felt blessed to have you on his lap and kissing him with twice as passion as he has for you. It threw him off guard as he could only imagine what you tasted and felt like and now it’s happening; “Mh you have no idea how much I’ve fantasied about this. About kissing your lips late at night.” Minhyun hoarsely croaks as he suddenly flips you over to the couch laying you down with a pin as he stays on top. You blink at the sudden change of positions and you couldn’t help but listen in awe. “I have to admit it’s better than i could ever imagine.” Minhyun groaning past your lips, spreading the wet trailing kisses down to the neckline and on your cleavage through the pyjama top.

The boy didn’t hesitate to slide off the pyjama top hungrily eyeing your beautiful resting chest that he gropes and pampering with mini kisses , how comes to acknowledge how you’re wearing a pretty set of Crimson Lace lingerie “This is pretty. But I’d prefer it off…” he says, you felt your thighs clench together the more he teased your nipples with the bare hint of his teeth grazing it. The more he pulls on your nipples and the way the cold air inflicts it with his contrasting hellish warm breathe, coating it with saliva you squeeze a moan in the moment. Minhyun didn’t leave the opportunity to pass when he can finally mark the hell out of your skin. There’s no way he won’t do this.

As his teeth and lips simply abuse your beautiful and clean skin you can’t help but become a desperate mess as to why he was taking his sweet timing being such a slow poke; you wanted him to rail you down on your couch already, you need him, you’re aching for him. But even so you could tell Minhyun was holding back and savouring the moment unlike you. You wondered what could make him tick off, you wondered what can you say to make the boy fuck you so hard you forget your own name.

“Minhyun…” You call out as the boy flashed you a grin coyly at your desperate face, watching him so sternly with a sudden frustration flashing on your face. “I want you to hurry up, I need you.” You state and Minhyun licks his bottom lip.

There was something about the way you were both desperate but so angry, it turns him on seeing you angry. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind you lashing out on him. Hell does that make him love you provoking him?

“I want to enjoy this moment, because you never know if this will be the last time.” He slings through playing with the waistband of your lower pyjama clothing. You raise your head on the side whispering a remark.

“I bet if Mark was here he would’ve fucked me so much better by now.”

There it was exactly what you called a deathwish from Minhyun who looks at you with the absolutely-dead eyes- wanting to now fuck the shit and attitude out of you. It’s the way you love seeing his eyes go from lust to pure jealously in the moment and you shouldn’t lie, but you felt your stomach doing flips and turns full of butterflies seeing the way his demure and personality flipped off. He wasn’t going easy on you now. The sweet and caring Minhyun’s gone and you were left only with the cruel and merciless king who’s going to ruin the fuck out of you whether you like it or not. What’s the sickening part is that It’s what you wanted. You want him to treat you like he’s in control and you wish to challenge him. You want to be put in your place.

Your inner brat-ness couldn’t be controlled and Minhyun surely doesn’t mind taming a brat down the hard way. The easy way out wasn’t in your vocabulary anyways.

He shares no voice with you until he had you pulling upwards by grabbing a handful of your hair. He unbuckled the belt and slid down the jeans along with the calvin klein boxers, your eyes sparkle at the veiny abdomen and how pretty his monster cock simply was springing up with ease and Mark didn’t share you any instructions. Instead he: Grabbed your face roughly squeezing your jaw, telling you to open your pretty and useless mouth up, you obliged quickly to his words and he shoved his cock down your throat not caring if you gag or what not. Seeing you struggle might make him cum quicker.

Then again he was kind to you. You didn’t want that though because you simply love being ruined. You dislike the way you love how much he was pounding your mouth as if it’s nothing but a hole for him to get his girthy-cock used and it clouds your judgement with lust. Your cheeks hollow as you take more of his cock inside , as much as you’re gagging you can’t help but want more of him in your mouth. It was so small and tiny comparing to how wide and big he was, it made him watch you struggle arouse him more though. The way you couldn’t even use your mouth. He was constantly pushing against you and there was no way for you to run. You’re going to leave with a sore mouth, was his determined goal. Until you’re crying or tapping him to stop.

But instead you moan shamelessly at how deep his tip of the cock was rampaging the back of your throat, the way his size expands your mouth and curls in your cheeks too. Your eyes watery because this was only one speed, he had plenty of mores still ahead of him . You mentally should’ve presented yourself with the idea of: don’t piss off a raging jealous twin who wants to fuck you and possess you. Otherwise he will break your mouth and you’ll be the one complaining about it later on. Minhyun grabs your head pushing you forward in which he slows down the pace, so he could stay watching your mouth slowly crawl up and finally take him entirely in the mouth. Your eyes widen, looking above. Minhyun was gazing at you coldly before rubbing your hair in a messy ponytail with his hands and his thrusts, went berserk.

“Hm. I bet Mark couldn’t fuck your mouth like this. Look at you, crying over how much I’m destroying your face, I bet you knew Mark could never do this to you darling.”

His voice reeks of envy.

The way his was not even thrusting anymore but causing you to deep-throat him with such long and harsh thrusts, they were quick like constant jabs punching you and it makes your throat itch and hurt but even then you felt his cock twitch and your desires were overcoming with the pain to make him cum. Minhyun groans and you felt yourself become a people pleaser again— wanting to please him and only him. Wanting to help him out with the pent up frustration and he does. Snapping out with inconsistencies in the pounding to your face fucking, his lips die off an end as he was breathing heavily.

“That’s right baby, take all of it, don’t let any slip out yeah?” Minhyun swirls his cock in your mouth as it twitched one last time before the liquid snaps out in multiple lines inside your painfully stinging and warm mouth begging for a break. He watches you struggle to keep your mouth closed as his pink and reddish top of his cock leaves and you spill some on the corner to your lips. Minhyun growls grabbing your face forward, as he starts to ridicule you. “I said don’t let any slip out, Y/n did my cock fuck you so good that you can’t remember how to close your mouth and swallow?” He seeks his finger wiping the cum dribbling down as his fingers were pushed in your mouth, salvaging it back inside keeping your mouth full until you swallowed.

You haven’t recovered from the way he was simply abusing your mouth like it was an Inn and Out placement, so when he flips you over from the back with your head up and the back arched in circular motions as his fingers tied on the waistline stripping you he had you on display for the way his eyes lay on your beautiful figure with curves and a round ass that he groped. Smacking it with one hand as the other kneads it like it were a dough, seeing how it jiggles with the slap you found yourself letting out a soft sigh. He smirks hearing you become so sensitive over everything now. He just can’t wait to hear you when he enters you, it’ll be a sight to see and a show to hear.

“I’m not even sure if i should eat you out anymore, with the way you loosely mention my brothers name. Maybe you should go and ask him…” He suddenly says changing the way his tactics go and your eyes widen. Wait that wasn’t what’s supposed to happen. He was supposed to fuck you after you encourage his jealousy issue. Why was he suddenly turning the tables round you?

He pulls away and you grab the sheets whining, god, if he’s trying to make you beg than he shouldn’t do this you’ll do anything now. You can’t be left like this and there’s no way you’re calling Mark to fuck you when you truly want Minhyun now and there. You meekly call out, as an invitation. “No! No no. Minhyun I want you. I don’t want Mark.” You said quickly catching the boy to pause and smirk in delight hearing you. He reaches for your ass again, humming as he rubs your body.

“You want me right? Only me.” He ceases to say and you held your breathe. “Yes yes. Only you. Fuck. I want you to fuck me badly.”

He scoffs at how much you’re begging, it’s amazing to hear it, and he can’t wait to fuck you either but there’s just something lingering in the air that he can’t push the thought of. “I don’t believe you.” He states and you glare with a huff.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll go and call Mark.” You state with the grit to your teeth but that’s was what done it for him. Minhyun broke out of the sweet dearly caring demure again and had you face plant as his cock was watching your entrance before sliding inside due to how wet you are; it was easy to slip and out without you noticing and look at you moaning loudly in the mattress covering your face in the bedsheets like a whore you are. Minhyun had you waiting for you to act up, purposely, so he could fuck you like the white you want to be treated like and he wants to show you who’s wanting you and who isn’t. He doesn’t want you to even know Mark. He wants you to forget him. To stop mentioning him. He wants you to speak about him and mention him only so he can see Mark’s defeated face when you pick him.

He wishes to crush his brothers dreams of ever having you and knowing you, he wants you to be screaming his name that you only know him and cease to exist without him would be hard. It’s the way you fell completely in disbelief at how his thick cock was pursing through your tight velvet walls and the way his tip was constantly coursing through to your womb hitting the right spots you weren’t sure were able to be reached within a milestone; Minhyun had you bend down like you were an animal on display for him, he had you being fucked like you were nothing but a human bodily flesh for him to use and treat like his cum dump. He tried his best to be sweet to you but you didn’t take it. You wanted this.

You wanted him to be mean and jealous. You took advantage of his jealousy not once but twice now and it was going to be final for you to do this to him. You were lost so much in the pleasure you felt yourself go dizzy and weak, but Minhyun didn’t care, no, he truly didn’t. He was lost in his own pleasure as his cock kept going in and out of you— reconnecting to your tight pussy that feels like it’s made to be around him, clenching enough to make him cum right there and then and he doesn’t want this to end so quickly.

He was edging you through your own orgasm too. Whenever you became so close to the end as you clench harder he slows down the pace and you were simply gripping the bedsheets with frustration. He had you waiting and waiting for an orgasm until you simply beg for it and cry. You wanted this, Mean Minhyun, and you got it.

“You asshole.” You weakly spat in the bedsheets as he heard you curse, with a smirk growing wider on the face he pounds into you deeper the more you curse him out. “Hm, good girls get to orgasm. You have to earn it however.” He slants as he goes quicker again and you cry out. “Please I want to cum. Please. I can’t take much anymore.” You plead at his mercy as his eye watches you before reaching down with his palm to your exposed and bare clit. You gasp with your eyes widening, what was he doing? Was he purposely trying to pleasure you as he edged you?

You let out a yelp when his two fingers work his way in circular motions on your sensitive clit as his thrusts sternly kept a same identical pace of an animal pounding in you with all desires to have you. The overstimulation empowers through your body and when you realise the abdomen becomes warm and you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm you start to warn Minhyun in panic.

“Fuck, Min-Minhyun I’m close. Fuck fuck. Please can I cum, please. Give it to me please.” Said your voice dimming down and choking a moan midway, his glum and cruel voice creepily crawls behind you as his head pulls on your hair. ��Cum on my cock since you’re begging this much.” He stated without much emotions as he groans, the way his hand flicks to your clit on the wrist and it didn’t take long for you to let go and have it snap right there and then.

You thought you were going to cum a little, boy, you were wrong. The overstimulation constantly had you waiting and waiting piling on so much that you squirt over your orgasm on his cock and down on the couch bedsheets, you would be sloppily trying your best with wobbling arms to stay up but you fell right on your face and chest as your breasts manoeuvre. Minhyun let go off your clit with a shock entering his body but it was an awe seeing the way you squirt due to how much he pleasured you, he felt a sling of ego rising in him and he mockingly adds to you. “God you squirted, did i pleasure you that much you couldn’t take it?” He sneers at you because you look fucked out dumb, literally with the way your eyes were clenching. You could no longer see without seeing black. It was that overwhelming.

It was your first time squirting too, who would’ve thought it was this powerful more than a normal orgasm? Seriously. You didn’t have time to recover at all and Minhyun pushed his cock further until he was twitching deep inside you, you could tell he was close and this somehow fuels you to take more and more of his demanding and pounding thrusts inside you leaving your pussy squelching. With your squirting on his hard cock he felt how warm your juices spew on him and he couldn’t lie it was a sight to turn on anyone, he felt the way his abdomen become harder to control as his thrusts getting closer and now he was simply pushing your face down in the pillows angling himself deeper in you. You were forced to lay on your stomach and the way your body follows his in synch, he fucks you deeper in an angle you couldn’t imagine.

“I’m going to cum inside you, fill you nice and up for Mark to see if he ever does.” He greedily said and your ears perk up at those words as did your body, clenching, he smirks feeling the way you were secretly enjoying this jealous side of him and so was he; he couldn’t lie. “Yeah? You like the sound of that huh? You’re so filthy Y/n. I bet you like the sound of me cumming inside you. Fucking a baby in to you. Do you like that Hm?”

You could only respond with a muffled moan as the couch creeks open and his cock spasms as well with his body, stuffing your abused hole with his his warm and scorching liquid filling you full to the brim of his cum. You let out a sigh of relief as Minhyun slants next to you with an exhausting expression and beads of sweat.

You roll over as Minhyun was quick to stand up gathering the clothes on the floor that were scattered especially your beautiful lingerie set — he then gets changed first. You wondered why did he hurry away when you thought he left, he actually came back from the kitchen with a glass of water. You look up at him, surprised, but an other half of you felt flustered. You sit up and reach for the glass but when he saw the way you were trembling, especially your arms, he stops you.

“Let me help you.” Minhyun gently said and you didn’t dare reject him as your lips drink from the cup as he helped you to be fed.

You shyly look down and Minhyun helped you get changed. He made sure you were taken care off. It really leaves you surprised with the way he was fucking you like an rabid dog and now here he is being this sweet and gentle soul you weren’t even aware he had this side of him. But it somehow makes you melt. It does.

He fell back in to his devilish smirk before grabbing a hold of your Crimson Lace Lingerie. “You should wear this more often.” Minhyun said. You raise your eyebrows together. “You like that set?” You smile and Minhyun let’s out a soft laugh.

“I fucking love it. Maybe next time,” he croaks out playfully before travelling close to you with a hint, he flashed you flirty eyes and smile. “I can fuck you wearing that only?” He would ask and you felt your heart drop at the suggestion.

You have a feeling this will become a daily-on-thing in the future.

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[oliver-crow]

hii i really liked your tags on the OM fishie boys, can you talk more about them? or maybe which aquatic animal you would personally headcanon each? no pressure =w=bb <3

Hi thank you ! I’m just a ocean nerd who looks too deep on mermaid designs

So for these guys I’m going to give them a shark and a different sea creature , mainly because I love sharks so much know more about them but also I have ideas for other creatures.

Obey me cast as sea creatures!

Lucifer:

• so for a shark I think he would be best as a bull shark

•bill sharks are territorial and can kill (even if accidentally)

•other animal wise he would be a vampire squid

•mainly for aesthetics but also since vampire squids are seen as not actually squids and of their own genus . Like how Lucifer was a demon but not anymore and is something different

•idk it’s hard to write for him T-T

Mammon:

• I know what you all are thinking for shark mams, ‘he’s obviously going to be a mako’

• NO. mammon is a lemon shark through and through .

• why? Well lemon sharks sometimes form bonds with certain divers and get incredibly possessive and greedy for the divers attention to the point they will actively drive away other sharks .

• who else is possessive and greedy but also sweeter than most other shark demons well mammon of course

• he could also be a bluefin tuna cuz really fast but idk

Leviathan:

my bias will show here lmao

• Levi is absolutely a thresher shark I mean he has the same energy as one !

• thresher sharks attack schools of fish ..schools of normies maybe?

• noooo it’s not just because thresher sharks are my fav and Levi is also my fav whattttt/s

•as for marine creatures Levi is an octopus

•they hide away and can change colors when scared

•Levi hides away in his room and changes colors when embarrassed!/hj

Satan:

• Satan gives off big oceanic white tip shark vibes

•Both are incredibly territorial and can act aggressive.

•for marine animal I’m just kinda throwing stuff at a wall here and hoping it sticks

• he’s a dolphin . I’m debating making him an orca but I have a specific sleepy demon I have that idea for.

•dolphins can be aggressive but sadistic when hunting things

•dolphins are also incredibly smart .

Asmodeus:

• ok to be honest I do not know what shark to throw at this guy so this will be vague

•he gets a leopard shark since they are considered one of the prettiest shark species

•and of course for sea creature he is a jellyfish , specially a sea nettle jellyfish!

•sea nettles may not be deadly but they can cause painful stings while also being incredibly pretty

Beelzebub:

•there’s no doubt in my mind that this guy is a tiger shark!

•tiger sharks are big strong and beautiful but they will eat literally anything

•like. Anything. Some have been found with license plates in their stomachs

•as for another creature he’s like a giant grouper

•they also eat anything they can fit in their mouths but also get huge .

Belphagor:

• so shark wise he is a pacific sleeper shark

•they are supposedly known for their sluggish and dozy nature

•for a sea creature he is absolutely an orca !

•orcas are intelligent and methodical.

•they also have never hurt a human in the wild and only in captivity

•belphie was in captivity and then hurt a human so he’s an orca to me.

Holy crap I’m sorry this took so long I’ve been busy and I also wanted to make this as perfect as I could lol .

Hope it’s okay , I might make this an au , maybe . If y’all want that lmk lol

[psychologeek]

Uncovered Blade

"Who am I? (to disapear)" - Chapter 1, Part 4  fic | Part 1 | index

@thepromptfoundry

Getting back to the explaining, hopefully. I'll try this for Pride 2 Disability Boogaloo. Bc Nonverbal Cass is something we don't see a lot - especially not characters with no concept of langauge. more in A/N. If you haven't read the fic, I highly recommend to at least familiar yourself with the first chapter before continueing reading.

[TW: post-dehumanization (Weapon thinks of itself as "it"), mention of blood and child taught to violence. lmk if need more. my words are little hard now.]

Weapon is changing. 

Uncovered blades are seen - it had to find new covers. There were people looking and noising. It took time, but Weapon found the pattern. They pointed and stared at the blood-on-fabric, at the arms, at the uncovered stomach. They were looking and noising at the soft prey with all the soft parts all show up.

Bb!Cass: why ppl stare?

A random person: am I seeing ghosts or hallucinations???

*panicking over this kid, who's wearing bloody lingerie.

Bb!Cass: they surely see me as weak. I must show them i'm not a prey. And find better camouflage.

Even when Weapon and dagger point at them they don't stop. Just noising even more, their  body bends and goes in ways it can't understand.

Random person 2 *nearly shitting himself as he come across this little girl in a dark alley*: wtf!?? Omg, girl, u need help??

Cass *hiss*: if I threat enough, they would go hurt someone else.

It finds new covers. It takes them. Big cover, like a shirt but open, from a chair. It's bigger than all the covers, up and down, together. It's thick and warm and feel – It feels – ( Good? )

It's very important for me that you know what Cass finds is a leather jacket. It's too big for them, and they keep it for years, until it's all turn up.

Years later, Jason buys a similar jacket in a second hand shop. And it's the first time in years he remembers his past with anything but anger.

(Red Hood wears a red helmet to remember why he needs to do this, yes. But he also wears a leather jacket to remind himself who's he doing it FOR. Because it isn't about hurting people. It's about protecting those who needs it the most. )

There are green, metallic monsters all over. It eats things and doesn't let go. People come to feed it when there's light. Sometimes when it's dark as well, but not as much. Weapon watched it before. The monsters are common, fed in different times but constantly. The monsters have a big weakness - they don't move. Maybe they let people in the big building in exchange for being fed.

Hi, how do you describe urban view when you didn't grow up in a community, and also never allowed to talk?

(Asking for a friend)

Weapon see shoes one day. in a big plastic bag hanging by one of the monsters. ( See and WANTS. Weapons aren't allowed to want, but –  It doesn't have a master anymore.)

This is where I cry.

Weapon watch. No one's looking.  Weapon prepare. Weapon strike and run run run until no one of the monster's people can find it.

The monsters:

(Weapon has shoes now. Keep the feet from getting hurt, from getting cold.) Pants..? Fabric long and cover all the legs, so no one see the soft skin and prey. There was a big box, just reach and take. It's too big but rope is easy to get and tie up the edges. Dagger is covered and tied to pants rope. It cut through wood and not flesh. It slices open plastic bag to find food (not veins); 

It's no longer a weapon – Just a blade.

Yes I am very normal about the transformation, and the way Cass project all the changes on the dagger 😭😭😭

And the growth, in general.

And just.

A/N:

abt nonverbal:

I'm not there. I do speak, mostly. But I try to portray what it's like when the concept of langauge is a struggle - bc it isn't always about "why don't you use your words"

Sometimes it's about understanding that there are words. That there is a way to make others understand. And by "words" I also mean signs (like in sign langauge).

(And yes, it can be scary. But it can also be funny. And strange. And everything, just like everything in life.)

What I loved about writing this fic, is how Cass is very clearly disabled in many ways - but it doesn't mean helpless or incapable.

Cass's disabilities are both biological, aka born with (autistic), psychological (raised as a weapon), and social (homeless, no parental support).

But they go on. They do the best with what they have.

And I love them for that

(Deep inside, I'm getting closer to comfort my inner child. Reminding her that she's doing her best. That it's not her fault. That things would get better.)

[nahalism]

Hi! Do you sometimes catch yourself analyzing things too much, always getting really deep underneath and kind of ending up having too little room to actually be carefree and sort of experience life without the constant buzz of those thoughts, searches/analysis/seeking meanings/truths/lessons? Or do you find that’s it’s possible to + that you do best when you have both happening simultaneously? If the question doesn’t make sense let me know and I’ll rephrase it. Love& love

hey. i think i get what you mean but lmk if i didnt— i think im the type of person that ricochets between extremes in order to understand myself, the world, what balance means for me,,,, and then when i find the 'truth', or where that extreme has led me, i have a level of understanding about either me or the world that i can hone, either as an ideal to understand or one i can live up to/aspire to. — so there have been times where im in the kind of haze you described. over analysing, over thinking, isolating myself, getting deep into rabbit holes or theories about why what is what. but then i also swing to the other side of the pendulum and have times where im completely in my body, in my feelings, and in response to the world. im not over thinking, although im still hyper vigilant & it feels like im processing the world on drugs. its just in that moment, the need to understand, analyse and chew over the information on my own isnt there yet. something allows me to register everything in a more intuitive way? to where the 'buzz of thinking' still exists but its an energy i can ride rather than one thats stifling me or causing me to over question, over think, & ultimately doubt myself.

there are benefits and disadvantages to both ways of being. sometimes it feels good 'taking things lightly' and feeling unbound and i feel more social because of it. other times it feels good being alone so i can really process the world in the depth i want to without interruption or a need to discuss/debate what i feel. other times solitude and analysis feels overbearing, and the clarity feels stifling. theres all the concepts but they have nowhere to exist out of your head. their just a glass cage youve made for yourself & it can be lonely. that compared to the rush of action and freedom i feel in my 'non disciplined state' is horrible. buttt at my heart i am a serious person. i do like to consider and process and understand. so when i am in a more carefree space, i might have the freedom and the energy to express myself, but the energy is hard to harness or channel to anything thats not purely hedonistic or running off of the same impulsive energy as me. the key / balance here would be for me to channel the momentum of my energy in those moments toward goals/aims set when i am in the analytical, precise, clear space.

and so yeah the reason i explained it in such a drawn out way is that both the extremes help me understand and then actualise the middle ground thats right for me. unless a persons too uptight they may never have the reason / face the kind of discomfort that makes them understand the necessity of being happy go lucky. and if your never happy go lucky you may never understand the necessity of seriousness, or learn that there is a difference between being carefree, and being lackadaisical. vice versa. every experience especially the negative ones show and teach us things either about ourselves, what we need to keep doing, or change, to be where we want to be. deeper than that, sometimes your learning things, seeing things that you arent meant to understand now. they go in your rolodex/subconscious and pop out to save your life/tip you off to something when you least expect it.

dont let anxiety, over analysis, or anything rob you of your life, but trust your brain, trust body and trust your heart to be true mirrors for you. know that they are showing you and telling you things about your reality & that nothing shown is ever wasted. trust in ur journey bb. 🌟

feel free to dm me if u wanna chat. big love to u <33

[theharrowing]

I got an anon question about Boy Blue chapter 39, so if you are that anon, plz step into my office... 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️

hello, welcome to my office lmao.

heads up: this post contains talk of non-consenting sex, if you are here but not that anon but wanna talk about BB anyway!

i have a little gift planned for before i release White Lie, that will include text conversations between Taehyung and Yoongi when alllllllll of the shit from like...chapters 28 and on......is going down. it won't be like every single thing they have ever said to one another, but rather snippets that will shed some light on their little trist.

but to answer your question...Yoongi was definitely a player in Taehyung's game, but he was also a pawn. nothing that happened in the basement was anything that he agreed to. and i know, i know, you're wondering, but Clare???? how could he endure that shit and still be on Tae's side????? and that.........will be answered in the future. kinda? i mean............................look. sometimes people are just fucked up. i think that is the only lesson one can learn from this story.

sometimes. people are just fucked up.

i do not have a date set. i need to get thru the last 4 chapters of Dollhouse and tie up a few other loose ends, but like....spring ? and summer ? and probably also autumn ? are going to be very Boy Blue/White Lie heavy. 🥰 and honestly, i am nervous as heck because my writing style has changed SO MUCH and i need to do my best to bring these characters back to life without them changing too much.

i am also going back thru Boy Blue and adding new graphics and doing some minor edits and i may have changed a major part of Jungkook's storyline - basically giving her a fresh paint job - but all of that will be announced properly, soon.

lmk if you have other questions! i may have answers that i can share!

[kidflashimpulse]

when you say you think Bart and Jaime can "understand each others stories the most", what exactly do you mean? i get them relating to each other over the Reach fucking up their lives (and even then, fucked up very differently), but otherwise i was under the impression they can't, but are friends anyway. Jaime's never lost anyone close to him, and he's always had his family, his friends. s2 majorly changed shit, but he's ALWAYS had a support system. i doubt Bart had anything that stable before s2

good question! I could have better phrased myself for the point i was trying to make there. What I meant by “understand each other’s stories the most” wasn’t intended in terms of understanding out of a shared experience of the same circumstances (yes, jaime has a completely different background to bart)

what i had meant in my previous reply was in the context of them being best friends. I find in friendship, no matter how different ppl can be (personality/background) ppl still manage to overcome those differences and understand one another to the deepest level, despite not living thru the experience of the other. That is not to say I think they know every single detail about one another and can 100% understand each other with no problem, that’s unrealistic. But I do think there r grounds to say that they have a better understanding of each other than say compared to most of their other friends.

And their shared involvement in eachothers hardships doesn’t not help in that regard. For example after BB turned traitor and knocked them out on the war world it would’ve been easy for Bart to hold some kind of resent, especially given his childhood, but he immediately told Dick that Jaime was “as much of a captive of the Reach as we were we have to set him free”. So I do believe in the context of being close and their Reach ties, they do have a better understanding of one another.

I hope I managed to answer ur question but do feel free to lmk if there’s any follow up or other thoughts :)

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

original ask from nonnie: Hi! Can I request fluffy headcannons for Denki and Kirishima where the reader is a night owl or get very hyper at night?!?

-> find part one here <- this prompt is so cute and i had to do a pt 2 😌

headcanons for bakugo and midoriya for: a hyper night owl! [pt 2]

Katsuki Bakugo

this man sleeps at 8:32 pm what do you expect

bakugo is usually pretty big on getting his sleep, but if he knows that you’re hyper and your sleep schedule is effed up,,,

...it’s effed up.

Bakugo probably first tries to hide the fact that he cares and hands you some warm water, “just go to sleep. it’s not even that hard.”

but you’re just being this adorable little puppy, bounching up and down and you’re just like, “i’m sorry, who’s she? who is sleep?”

bakugo first shakes his head and decides to try to sleep on his own, but he keeps hearing you bounce, and that lingering feeling in his head to go talk to you and drag you into bed makes him get up

(healsolowkeyjustwantscuddlesfromyoubecausehehadabadday😭😭)

“Uh, Bakugo? didn’t you say you wanted to go to bed earlier? you have a bunch to do tomorrow, i’ll be okay!”

“you’re going to get sick and it’ll be annoying to take care of you if you don’t sleep. come on, extra.”

i saw this on another blog but he def calls you “my extra” and that makes me so SOFT EEEEEEEEEE

bakugo LOVES cuddles, especially since he wasn’t that big on hugs or touches as a kid

he loves cuddles from you especially, and will literally hold onto you for as long as he possibly can

will he ever admit it out loud? no

BUT will this adorable pomeranian hold is arms out like a lil’ baby since he’s exhausted, and open his arms out like an angry embarrassed pomeranian with arms open for hugs?

yes omg 😭❤️

if you say no, will he start crying internally and/or burn the entire house down?

of course

man’s so touch-starved, he will literally do anything for your cuddles

he literally does not want to admit that he doesn’t feel comfortable sleeping without you by his side 🥺🥺

bakugo leads you into bed and turns off the lights, and can i just say, he’s such a softie when he’s sleepy

he was already tired when he went to go pick you up, so at this point, almost the moment his head hits the pillow, he falls asleep

*puts on sunglasses* BUT NOT FOR US NIGHT OWLS

WE HOOT INTO THE NIGHT AND SCREAM “CAW CAW BTCHES”

his hand will be delicately caressing your cheek, and he’ll be saying absolute nonsense since he’s so tired, “you smell... like flowers. nice flowers.”

you laugh, “is that so?”

“yeah,” and he snuggles in closer.

OR OR OR

if you two both surprisingly can’t sleep, expect you lying down on his chest and bakugo stroking your hair, while you two just go on your phones

and every so often, bakugo will laugh and say, “look at this idiot” and show you an iconic tiktok

other times, 

Bakugo’s head is layed on your chest, and he’s just sleeping so peacefully

his breath is syncing with yours as you pull him in closer. 

dang, he’s actually kinda angelic when he sleeps

you obviously still can’t sleep, but watching bakugo this vulnerable is something that you’ll cherish forever

you plant a kiss on his forehead as you turn off the bedside lamp, at least trying to get 2 hours of sleep, which was better than nothing

but bakugo feels you moving, and thinks you’re gonna leave

so this precious boom boy just says, half-asleep, “don’t go, y/n..”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

he’s the most vulnerable when he’s sleepy, so in a low voice, he’ll say, “i love you,” before falling back to sleep again

please cuddle and take care of this man, he loves you more than you may think

Izuku Midoriya

I think Izuku probably sleeps at around 11 every night, sometimes midnight on average??

this bby cares about you so very much, please remind him how much you love him 🥺

he’s not too much to usher to you sleep right away, but he does want you to get plenty of rest

expect an inspirational speech about getting sleep

“it’s important to get lots of sleep, y/n! getting sleep means that you’ll be strong enough to face tomorrow, and you can have more energy for the next day. that’s important! but...we must sleep for the right reasons. yes, that’s important. sleep isn’t just about getting attention or becoming famous, it’s about getting energy! you-”

the poor boy is sleep-deprived please give him a break

he also likes making you tea!! he will literally do anything to make your life easier

“i know you’ve been having a lot of trouble with taking care of yourself because of school... so i at least hope this can help a little!”

thIS PRECIOUS BOY WILL SHOWER YOU WITH KISSES

I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR HIM IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY

he’ll literally give you kisses everywhere, and smooth out your hair and play with it

he’ll sometimes spray lavender that his mom gave him to help you sleep better

expect having a playlist of late-night songs

even though he does sleep kinda early, there are days when he just cannot sleep because the poor boy has one thing in common with all of gen-z, anxiety btch

he sometimes ends up venting, but hear me out, it’s the extreme type

he’ll literally say, “i’m so tired... you know? i’m tired of always waking up everyday to the same thing, i’m tired of forcing myself to eat, i’m tired of always having to do things i don’t wanna do and-

“sorry about that! i didn’t mean to change the mood so quickly!”

but nonetheless you give this boy the cuddles he deserves because HE’S SO PRECIOUS

he’s also an extremely good listener, you could literally talk about anything and he’ll acknowledge it right away

you’d probably sigh and say, “i don’t hate her, of course not! but it’s just-- her vibes, you know? her vibes aren’t right. she hasn’t done anything to hurt me, but still! i’m getting really bad vibes from her, so maybe we should stay away? no wait that justs sounds so mean, sorry! but what if she actually-”

you stare at him, “i’m sorry, was i blabbering too much?”

he’s half-asleep and-

he can and will shoot random nonsense and start blabbering

but sometimes it’ll be insanely cute and he’ll be so smooth

“no, keep talking,” he whispers. he will literally pull you into the softest hug and say, “your voice is...” he yawns. “your voice is really pretty, y/n.”

😭😭❤️

i had a really awesome time writing this ahh! this was honestly so cute, and if you’d like me to do any other characters, lmk bb! i also love making friends so please interact with me if you’d like me to love you aggressively becAUSE I WILL-

REQUEST HERE

tag list!: @cathwritestragediesnotsins, @mari-bug, @missmorosis​, @maddiemadill​, and if you’d like to be added lmk!

[mybiasisexo]

What Happens in the Dark

Genre: Angst | Vampire!au

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Length: 4.6k

Warning: unfinished | 1st person (final product won't be I swear) 

Summary: You were just trying to survive, but that get’s difficult after running into the wrong guys on your way home from work. Luckily, your knight in shinning armor came to rescue you, but as the saying goes ‘never trust a man in leather pants and a particularly pointy-toothed smirk’. Wait, that’s not the lyrics to Poison??? Hmm....

Author’s Note: Do any of yall remember back in October of ‘19 (yike) when I said I was going to write a vampire!bbh fic and never did?? Cause I do. But, wait, what is this??? A chaptered vampire!bbh fic??? Yes, you heard me right. I decided to turn it into a series (?) and hopefully will get my head out of my ass long enough to give it the attention it needs so I can post it during the dark holiday. For now, here’s what I have written so far, enjoy!!! (And yes, that’s the title, bb we going ✈️ kokokrazy, mmkay???)

MASTERLIST

(couldn't find the credit for the gif, if anyone knows please lmk, thanks!!)

I take a deep breath and hold it for a brief moment, deluding myself into believing that the lack of oxygen to my brain will bring me courage as I stare through the glass of the front door of my job at the book store. In the distance, the sun glows red as it dips into the horizon, dragging the light with it. It will be dark soon.

I let out the breath slowly through my mouth.

I don’t mind closing, I live close enough to my job that I can walk the few blocks to my apartment. The only time it is a problem is on the weekends. I work downtown, right next to a few night clubs, and walking past those on a Saturday—which is today—makes me anxious. It’s bad enough I am a foreigner, so I grab people’s attention easily, but add alcohol to the mix… the lack of inhibitions frightens me.

But it is time to go.

I reluctantly open the door and enter the chaos that is the city. Cars zoom past and people head to their respective destinations without a care in the world. I lock the building behind me and clutch my messenger bag closer to my stomach, playing with the frays of the strap distractedly as I make the journey to the safety of my home.

It is about a fifteen-minute walk, and any other day I wouldn’t blink twice about the trip, but as the sun continues to disappear, the city begins to spark with it’s night life.

Soon, the nightclub I have to pass appears. I hold my breath as I speed past, keeping my face forward to keep attention off of myself, but that isn’t the worst part of my journey.

I turn into the alley next to the club, my pace nearly a sprint as I try to get through the shortcut as quickly as possible, but my feet stutter to a shuffle when I notice a dark figure ahead of me.

It is around 10pm, and as much as I worry about it, I don’t expect the club to be that busy—being how early it is. I’ve made this late night trek a handful of times, I was always left anxious, but unscathed.

Something isn’t right this time.

I slow my walking, but continue nonetheless, I have to get home.

As I close in, apprehension thick in my throat, the shadow separates to reveal two bodies, long lean torsos and head’s pressed close together, deep voices quietly speaking.

My footsteps echoe in the quiet night air and they finally notice me. Stopping abruptly, and in eerie synchronization, they turn their heads from the huddle they are in to face me. They’re tall, much taller than I originally thought, although it is difficult to see with the dim lighting. They stand on the opposite side of a light post. They are dressed well, which I expect if they are party goers. But, it is obvious that the dark jeans, silky button downs, and gold rings and chains wrapped around their necks cost a pretty penny. Their dark hair is styled to perfection, the separate styles fitting their face shapes.

Why are two men that are definitely out to be seen huddled in a dark alley?

“Uh….” I grow nervous as the silence stretches. Their piercing eyes leave me frozen in place and I am overwhelmed with the feeling something is askew or that coming down this particular alley was a mistake. I quickly rack my brain for something to say so that I can be on my way, but am left blank.

I gulp despite my dry throat and open my mouth to say…anything, really, but then the two share a look before hovering over me, pressing me against the cool red brick of the outside of the club.

“What did you hear?” One of them, who has wide eyes and short black hair that is gelled back to reveal the manly features of his face, snarls.

“No—nothing!” I am quick to assure.

The other, who’s hair is longer and framing his face, tilts his head. “Her heart is racing. Are you nervous, Kitten?”

I am. There is something about their energy that fills me with dread, makes me want to scurry away without a further glance back and go home immediately.

“Come on,” the former, who’s voice I feel in the pit of my gut with how deep it is, coaxes alluringly. My eyelids flutter and my balance is off, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden. “Tell us what you heard and I promise, we won’t hurt you.”

“I already told you,” I push, finding words difficult to punctuate. It is as though I am fighting a deep sleep, eyes practically closed as I put all of my weight against the wall to hold myself up at this point. “I didn’t…hear…anything.”

One of them snarls—my eyes are sealed shut, so I am not sure which it was—and a shockingly cold hand grips my chin. I gasp, eyes springing open from the shock of pain as his dull nails dug into my skin.

“We didn’t want to do this,” the first talker, who is the one currently holding me, growls, not seeming particularly remorseful in the slightest. His huge eyes are blown out and I am captured by the frightening depths of his pupils. They are bottomless and it feels like I am on the edge about to slip into a never-ending fall.

“Chanyeol, stop.” A new third party urges monotonously. I didn’t hear him enter, but I am kind of distracted at the moment, trying not to think about the fact I might be murdered in an alley.

The Chanyeol fellow smirks crookedly, eyes never leaving mine as he speaks. It’s unnerving. The man doesn’t even blink as he holds my gaze. “She overheard everything.”

“No, she didn’t. You’re just hungry.”

The guy beside Chanyeol sighs as if bored, folding his arms across his chest and flicking some of the bang away from his eyes. “And so what if we are?”

The third man barks a laugh. “Well, you’re wanted inside, Sehun. Both of you. You can conspire in there.”

“We’re almost done here,” Chanyeol replies, distractedly. His grip on me has loosened some, but not enough for me to try and break out and make a run for it. Instead of his nails digging into me, he is now caressing the corner of my lip with his thumb. “We’ll meet you inside.”

I have a sinking feeling I’m not going to see the inside of that club anytime soon.

The newcomer joins our little party, finally coming into my eye line. He is about a head and a half shorter than the twin towers before me, but holds just as much, if not more, authority in his broad shoulders. He’s dressed similarly to the other two, but his eyes are an approachable chocolate brown, instead of the inhuman glittery black I’ve been trapped by.

“I bet you have places to be.” He addresses me, voice soothing and calm.

I nod frantically, wanting to be out of this situation.

“Let’s go.”

He reaches out to me, probably for me to hold on to, but Sehun swipes his hand away before he can fully stretch it out to me. “She’s ours.”

The shorter guy’s jaw jumps irritably. He definitely isn’t happy about being touched. “She is not.”

With that, he lurches forward, getting into a fight with Sehun. It happens so quickly, I nearly get whiplash from the drastic change of the man. Their moves are fast, I can’t keep up with what is going on, it is as if they are a blur.

Chanyeol uses the distraction to tilt my head back, making me stare at the indigo sky, twinkling lights beckoning me to join them.

“I’ll be quick,” he assures, voice raspy with want and low from focus. He closes in, lips a whisper against my sweaty neck and I wonder if he is going to kiss me. Wonder what torture I am going to endure.

I never find out.

He curses as he is yanked away and I shift my head back down to see what is happening, but can’t comprehend anything. Shadows moving against darkness and animalistic growls and snarls, things that didn’t belong in this setting.

A flash of white is in front of me and I scream. It can’t be helped. My heart races, adrenaline kicking in as the whole situation finally dawns on me.

“You’re okay.” Someone bends down to crouch in front of me—I guess I slid down to the ground at some point—and brings their face closer, into the spotlight of the full moon high above us, revealing his dainty features.

It is the third man that had stepped in.

“You’re safe now,” he assures.

“Those… those men.” My voice is shaking and I have to pause to swallow and steady myself. In fact, my whole body is shivering and it isn’t from the cold.

“They’re gone.” His voice is grounding, his words relieving. I let out a breath and press my lips together, feeling a tad nauseous. I check the narrow alley to confirm that they have indeed vanished into the night.

“You saved me.” I realize, taking him in with wide eyes.

The right side of his mouth lifts and he tilts his head to the side. “Would you like to go home?”

“Please,” I nearly beg, wanting that most of all. I feel exposed for some reason, feel as though I am still in danger as long as I am outside. What if those strange men decide to come back? I shiver at the thought.

“Cold?” He questions. His almond shaped eyes take in my curled body, his eyebrows furrowing in a pout. “Do you have a coat?”

“I didn’t need one,” I say with a small shrug. “I was supposed to be home by now.”

His expression is fixed on disapproval. “I left mine inside. I’ll run in and get it real quick and then walk you home.”

He goes to stand and I panic, my arms shoot out to latch onto his arm, trapping him in an awkward squat. “Don’t leave me out here!”

“Alright.” He pats one of my hands that dig into the thin material of his shirt, most likely leaving crescent marks into his flesh, although he doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort or pain. “We can go in together. Does that work for you?”

“Are they in there?” I ask in a whisper.

He shakes his head. “Even if they are, they won’t do anything as long as I’m with you. I’m sure of it.”

I take in his angelic face. He really is beautiful in a sweet boyish kind of way and I wonder briefly how old he is. It is almost comical, because he’s definitely going for the whole ‘bad boy’ look, what with his leather black pants, rose red button down, and smokey eye. Despite that, I truly feel safe with him there, feel that he will be my white knight and get me home unharmed.

“Okay. I’ll go with you then, Sir.”

“’Sir’?” Now he smiles, full pink lips stretch into a shape of a box revealing the loveliest set of teeth I have ever seen. A soft breeze hits at that moment, tousling the already messy, slightly curled, dark brown hair around his head and, despite myself, my breath catches. He chuckles lowly, the sound causing saliva to flood my mouth. “My name is Baekhyun. What’s yours?”

I waste no time telling him, needing him to know who I am.

He repeats it, making sure he gets it right and I want to curse my hormones for being so affected when my life was on the line only a few minutes ago.

“Well,” he takes one of my hands that still holds onto him into one of his, causing me to shiver from the crisp velvety texture of his skin on mine. “Let’s get you home.”

We slip into the club without any trouble, the security doesn’t even card me. It is as if, just being in Baekhyun’s presence allows me an in. I gaze at him in awe as we maneuver through the slightly crowded entrance towards coat check, but he doesn’t notice—either that, or he is pretending not to. He leans against the square glassless window, broad back exposed to the rest of the club, waiting calmly for his jacket. I lean against the wall, taking in everything I can through the haze and saturated lights, making sure I am clear from the other men I had the displeasure of meeting.

“Ready?” Baekhyun asks, drawing me out of my search and I find my body untensing with his close presence. I bring my attention up to him, his head is cocked slightly, an eyebrow raised in a question. I nod in affirmation and take the lead, with my back to him, I feel the pressure of a sturdy jean coat around my shoulders. Glancing down, I take in the rough black material and smile to myself as I slip my arms through the sleeves, peeking behind me once quickly to see him studying me like a hawk, eyes sharp and a pleased grin on his lips, so small I can barely make it out, and I wonder if he’s even aware of the action. When I face in front of myself again to watch where I am going (and to hide my reddening cheeks from him) I feel a private grin so happen to pull at my features and I wrap the massive jacket closer to myself, inhaling what must be Baekhyun’s scent.

It’s an indescribable smell. It’s luxurious and soft, yet also grungy, like the scent of a new car mixed with a bouquet of Jasmine and gasoline.

It’s intoxicating.

We finally make it out of the stuffy building and I don’t hesitate to turn left, leading us down the familiar path to my place. Once there is room, Baekhyun lazily falls in line beside me, matching my pace so closely, his arm brushes against mine every other step. We get to the alley immediately, since it’s beside the building we were just in, and my footing falters, causing me to trip.

Arms are around me in an instant, not allowing me to move forward, let alone to the ground and the momentum drags me to a hard chest. I huff, the air is knocked out of my lungs and everything stops for a few seconds.

Finally, I remember how to breathe and lift my head to see Baekhyun’s mere inches above mine, eyes wide from surprise and slight fear.

“Are you alright?” He breathes, startled.

The urge to laugh at his expression is strong, but I swallow it once I remember where I am. Clearing my throat soberly, I realize I am practically splayed over him. I tap the shoulder my hand is resting on awkwardly and he finally realizes the situation as well. I feel one of the arms he has around my waist tighten briefly, pulling me even closer, but just as quickly, he is pulling back apologetically.

“I’m fine,” I finally am able to muster. I laugh drily, rubbing my face. “Still not over the memories….”

Baekhyun bit his lip worryingly. “They really frightened you, huh?”

I let out another breathless laugh. “I’ve honestly never been more terrified in my life.”

My voice shakes and all I can think of is the Chanyeol fellow’s depthless eyes. “Something about them was just so…inhuman….”

“Those guys,” Baekhyun’s voice cuts through my horror flashbacks, closer than I remember, startling me. He tries to steady me with slender fingers on my bent elbow, but keeps it there even after I’m still. “They were just hungry.”

“Hungry?” I question. He is now using the hand on my arm to lead me through the dark trail.

“Yeah, they…. They get a bit cranky when they haven’t fed in a while.”

I scoff. “’Fed’? What is this? A Snicker’s ad?”

He chuckles at that, but you press on. “You sound like you’re on pretty friendly terms with those guys.”

He winces at that. We’ve cleared the alley at this point, so he drops his hand, losing contact with me, much to my disappointment. I’m back to leading, so I continue down the familiar streetlamp lit sidewalks.

“I mean….” He scratches the back of his head. “We’re… familiar. I wouldn’t go as far as calling them friends, by any means.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask, genuinely curious as to his connection with those psychopaths.

He purses his lips as he stares ahead unseeingly, thinking about the right way to explain himself. “What I mean is… we share the same circle. Some of the guys… they’re rowdier than the rest. They have a few loose screws, I’ll be the first to tell you, but they’re a part of the group.”

I lift an eyebrow at that. “So…. You all just let them run around and act crazy without any repercussions?”

“That’s…not what I said,” he’s quick to defend, lifting a finger in a scolding way. “I kicked their asses for you did I not?”

“You did that for me?” I ask, not able to resist the urge to bat my eyelashes up at him. I’m not going to lie to myself, I like the idea of him fighting for me.

“I did. Because I knew they were up to no good. You’re welcome, by the way.”

I roll my eyes, but bump my shoulder with his in thanks.

“But, even though I think I already know the answer, I have to ask.” He’s grown nervous. “Did…did you hear anything they were talking about?”

I shake my head and shrug. “Not a word. I could hear voices, but they were talking too quietly for me to understand any of it.”

He lets out a breath he must’ve been holding in relief.

“What? Was it that bad?”

He smiles, his beautiful teeth on display. “No! No, no.”

“Are you sure?” I press, teasingly.

He throws me a look that causes me to laugh.

“Enough about them,” he dismisses and I laugh harder. He goes ahead of me, spinning around so that he’s walking backwards, giving me his undivided attention. “I want to know more about you.”

“Like what?” I ask, instantly flustered. Under the moon, the smooth bit of skin of his neck and chest shine pale, the contrast with his dark eyes and long lashes something to behold. Does he know how incredibly attractive he is? Well, if his fashion and confidence is any indicator, he surely did, and used it to his benefit.

“Like why you were in the alley in the first place? I’ve never seen you at the club before, and trust me, I would remember.”

The comment flusters me more and it takes me a moment to remember how to speak. “I… I work nearby. The alley is my shortcut home.”

“I’m pretty familiar with the area.” He hums. “Where do you work?”

“At the used book store down the road.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wonder if I should be telling this man such personal information. Yeah, he may be hot, but he’s still a stranger, whether he saved me or not, I didn’t know him enough to trust him with the information. Yet, what was done was done.

“Ooooh, so you’re a nerd?” He teases and I roll my eyes.

“I guess you could say that, Baekhyun.”

“I think it’s cute! I was never much of a reader….”

“Well, if you need any recommendations, I’m your girl.”

He grins and I think he may have liked that statement a little too much.

“I’ll have to visit you soon then, to get those recommendations.” His voice has lowered, deepened, coming from within his chest and my mouth utterly dries.

“M—maybe you should,” I stutter and then stop abruptly as I finally take in our surroundings. “Shit.”

“What?” He’s shocked again and I guess it’s because I swore. Maybe he finds it unbecoming of me.

“I…. We passed my place.”

His lips form into a thin line as he presses them tightly together—holding in a laugh, no doubt. I ignore him as I swiftly double back the half block to my apartment. “This is me.”

He takes in the brightly dimmed complex. “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you in?”

I nod. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me tonight, but I think I can take it from here.”

“Ah….” He slides his hands in his pockets and finally meets my gaze, disappointment visible on his face. “Well then, I guess my work here is done.”

“I guess so.”

“It was nice meeting you,” he says my name and shallowly dips his head, although we both seem rather hesitant to move.

“Nice meeting you, too, Baekhyun. Thank you again, for saving me.”

“Anytime.” He grins boyishly and I can’t help but stare at his mouth, at his perfect teeth.

An awkward silence follows and needing to break it, but also not necessarily wanting to, I began making my way towards the door to my building. “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” His farewell is a mere breath, he watches me, eerily still as I slowly retreat, walking backwards as he had earlier. My back roughly hits the face of the door and he chuckles at my silly antics, shaking his head.

I embarrassingly try to save my ass, but I’m just speaking gibberish, barely making sense as I succumb to my mortification and slid through the mint green door, into the familiar lightly dimmed foyer, leaving Baekhyun on the sidewalk.

I get into my apartment, my roommate/best friend already retired to bed. I stand in front of her closed bedroom door, wondering if I should wake her because I just need to tell someone about what happened to me, but thought better of it, showered and got ready for bed.

Once in the protection of my blankets, the nights events replay in my mind. I find myself tossing and turning as those men keep swirling around my head, threatening me over and over again as I wonder what they thought I overhead was and what Chanyeol had planned to do to me if Baekhyun hadn’t intervened.

Baekhyun….

Despite myself, I find solace in his presence. I have never felt so instantly attracted to someone before and I regret not getting his number or asking him to come in, but I’m just not that kind of girl. Even though he is nothing but nice, there is a chance he could’ve taken my invitation the wrong way.

Or, maybe we would’ve just learned more about each other and started a blossoming friendship.

Well, no use dwelling on the past. I sink deeper into my blankets and finally fall asleep with the reassuring thought that if it is meant to be, then it will be. Plus, I know at least one place I can find him if I really want to.

I sleep rather well that night.

~*~

The next week flies by uneventfully. I’m busy enough that the thought of Baekhyun doesn’t come to mind until I find myself face to face with him inside my store.

He’s gazing down at me, eyes wide and alight with humor. Actually, the humor coats his face, lifting the corners of his red lips and wrinkling his nose.

Under the cool yellow of the lights ahead, he appears warmer, but still paler than one should be in the summer. Again he’s draped in tight black skinny jeans that wrap around his delicious thighs, rips at the knees and sporadically on said thighs. Tucked into the belt is an expensive looking silky button up shirt with random patterns of blacks, maroons, and golds. The top two buttons unfastened to give a glimpse of his firm chest—just enough to leave you wanting more. Between the V of the opening sat a ruby, hung from a bronze chain. It appears to be the only piece of jewelry he has on. His hair is parted on the side, thrown messily aside, exposing his round eyebrows and blemish-less forehead.

He looks wildly handsome.

Handsome enough to garner the attention of the few bit of customers wandering the store.

I blink up at him. He seems so out of place here, amongst the old tender pages of discarded books. He belongs within the walls of clubs, with beautiful women draped all over him, wine in hand, the world at his feet.

Godly.

That is the vibe he gives off. As if he were of a different species.

“Are you that shocked to see me?” He finally utters, head tilting to the side. “You haven’t said a word and have been staring for the past minute.”

“It hasn’t been a minute,” I finally mumble, taking my eyes off his glorious face and down to the counter that only holds my hands.

He chuckles lowly. “Well, it diffenitly was longer than deemed friendly.”

“What are you doing here?” I say. “You don’t have any books.”

“It’s Friday.”

He shrugs at my confused expression. “I know you walk home and decided that I could protect you from all the scary men out there during the busy night. I wasn’t sure if you closed tonight, but decided to check since I was in the neighborhood.”

I have to swallow all the fluttery gushing things that form in my mind at his words. He’s worried about my safety? Concerned enough to check on me and make sure I am protected? His words definitely have my heart fluttering.

“That’s… very nice of you,” I’m able to get out eventually, bringing out a large pleased smile from him. “I actually do close today, so thank you.”

“When are you off?” He asks.

I check the time. “Ten. We still have about two hours left.”

“I don’t mind,” he says, answering my unasked question. “I faintly recall you informing me of some recommendations. It looks like I have the time to get those.”

I take his outfit in. “But you’re dressed for an event. I don’t want to take that from you.”

“These?” He motions at his body before scoffing. “I always dress like this. No special occasion, other than walking you home, of course.”

“Of course,” I repeat, again trying not to get too giddy over the idea he wants to impress me. “Well, my favorite book that’s in right now is a classic, Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice.”

“Ah….” He get’s a far away look for a moment. “I’m quite familiar with that story.”

“Oh, you are?” I am both disappointed and intrigued. “Didn’t take you much for a reader.”

That brings him back to Earth and he glares at me. “I’ll have you know that I haven’t, in fact, read the book, although I still do take offense with your idea of my intelligence. Are your books sorted alphabetically by name or author?”

“Author.” I inform. “But also by genre. Have fun.”

He throws a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll just be over here if you need anything.” With that he turns on the heels of his fancy dress shoes, clacking down the hardwood flooring as if it was a runway in Milan and I watch his shoulder blades through the loose silky shirt, swallowing the saliva that has built in my mouth.

I catch the eye of a few girls hidden around aisles, catch both glares and curiosity and sink a bit lower into the counter.

The next two hours are both the slowest yet the quickest two hours of my life. I can feel baekhyun’s gaze on me heavily the majority of the shift. Especially when I am out on the floor helping a customer or restocking. It’s fun. Baekhyun sits at one of the side tables that has a decent view of the counter and some aisles and whenever I lift my head and accidentally get drawn to his dark and playful eyes, peeking over whatever book he has open, I feel myself get shy and have to quickly glance away, face red and hot. 

Finally when I am officially ready to go, I head over to where he is lounging, one of his ankles rests lazily against his thigh as he scans the pages.

I readjust the strap of my purse as I wait for him to acknowledge me, cause I know he knows I’m hovering, but he ignores me, too entranced in the story.

Finally I clear my throat. “I’m done—“

The bastard shushes me.

My mouth drops as his eyebrows knit. “This is a good part.”

“That’s a picture book!” I scoff. 

That draws him out of his act and he grins up at me before making a show of slowly closing the book and sighing heavy as he stands up and leans in close. “Shall we?”

I blink a few times, catching my bearings. He/s going to step ahead of me but pauses pointing at my chest. “Is that my jacket?”

If I wasn’t red before....

Yes I have been wearing Baekhyuns jacket everyday since that fateful night. It still smells strongly of him and is the only proof I have that that night actually happened.

[linneastarron]

epithet erased au

hey gamers!!! today i am here to discuss my epithet erased au where ramsey is giovanni’s biological dad B^) details under the cut bc idk how long this will be

(this is a disclaimer!!! i’m not using this au as a fix-it, i’m just like “haha how far can i take this wrong assumption i had” lol)

i dunno if this au has been done yet (plz lmk if it has!!!), but i got the idea from a canonically unsupported (and honestly probably canonically untrue) theory i had when i first saw the characters of ramsey and giovanni before watching them interact in the series 

this is also a first actual draft, so some of this is probably subject to change. i should also mention that this will not be canon-compliant with the dialogue in episodes involving ramsey and giovanni interacting bc in canon they clearly do NOT know each other lol

i’m sure i could make it work as “they don’t know they’re related” but i’ve decided i would rather have a dumb little cheesy au about rat dad and soup son since hehe projecting

essentially the vague lore i have so far is:

Giovanni was born as “Giovanni Murdoch”, taking Ramsey’s last name despite his parents never having been married.

Admittedly, neither parent really knew what they were doing. They were both fairly young when Giovanni was born (probably early 20s?), and they weren’t quite expecting to have a little soup can at that point in their lives.

His surname changed to the familiar Potage after Gio’s mom had split it off from Ramsey a few years after Giovanni was born. Dating a con artist who has to evade the law is a lot more than she bargained for, and eventually threw him out after a big fight, cutting off any contact between Ramsey and Giovanni.

This doesn’t mean Giovanni and Ramsey still didn’t find ways to contact each other. Sometimes Giovanni would find Ramsey tapping at his bedroom window during the night, usually to touch base about how everything is going but sometimes Ramsey would also bring special gifts (that he probably scammed off of the seller) or certain fun snacks that Giovanni wasn’t allowed to have normally, especially not at a late hour.

Giovanni LOVED talking about how one day he wanted to grow up to be a big bad guy, thanks to the not-entirely-intentional influence of Ramsey. Ramsey would jokingly go along with the idea (“kids have big imaginations!”), but he wasn’t prepared for Giovanni to actually pursue a career in villainy. Granted, it’s not like he could be one to judge considering his career path.

Giovanni’s mom, however, does judge this career path. She didn’t want her son to be anything like his father, and when he goes out she’ll almost always remind him that he’s making a poor choice. Giovanni, of course, does not appreciate having his interest shamed, so he doesn’t really like his mother, nor does he view himself as close to her, especially in comparison to Ramsey.

Once Giovanni got his first phone, Ramsey was able to give out his number. It made for easier contact, but it also lessened how often Ramsey would pop up in-person to say hello.

Giovanni would tell Ramsey everything about his life as a Banzai Blaster. Ramsey wasn’t a big fan of the Blasters, since he knew Giovanni was getting scammed (he would know, he scams people all the time), but he’d still support Giovanni from a distance. It’s why he also never offered to cover the costs for it; deep down he’d rather have Giovanni working under him or even being his own villain than contributing to the BBs.

At one point in his adolescence, Giovanni was a star baseball player on his school’s team. Ramsey would try to sneak into every game that he could, cheering Giovanni on from the sidelines. When Giovanni would have stellar plays on the field, it would take everything in Ramsey to not stand up on the bleachers and shout “THAT’S MY BOY!” at the top of his lungs like the proud dad he was.

Despite all of the time Ramsey tried to dedicate to Giovanni, he still wasn’t there for a lot of Giovanni’s life. This made Giovanni feel quite lonely, seeing as the one parent he felt like he could be open with was never able to consistently be there for him. He always yearned for a life where maybe Ramsey could return to the family one day. Of course, that day will never come, but Giovanni still has hope! Somewhat...

i’ll have more later, but this is what i’ve got going for me at the moment. u are entirely free to add more thoughts to this, i honestly made this to be self-serving but if u also enjoy it then wahoo

[conradashwood]

is that [JONATHAN GROFF]? no, that’s just [CONRAD DASHWOOD]. [HE/HIM] is [THIRTY] years old and is an [OWNER OF WHAT THE BOOK?]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [FIFTEEN YEARS]. on a good day, they’re [LOGICAL & ARTICULATE]. but watch out! they can also be [CAUTIOUS & GRACELESS]. [MAYBE BY LEWIS CAPALDI] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill! 

Ah, hieee, friends. i’m LA, I've been looking for a rp to join for a little bit now, so I’m v excited to be here w my bb Conrad ( he goes by Dash, as well ). I've got some wc’s for him, a few simpler ones and an ex connect that i think would be fun to have around for Conrad, i’ll list a few below and just lmk if you’re interested. also up for anything i might not have listed / brain storming etc.

FULL NAME: Conrad Jeremy Dashwood NAMES HE GOES BY: Conrad & Dash DOB | AGE: February 02, 1990 | 30 EDUCATION: Ph. D in English & Literary Arts & Associates in Marine Sciences OCCUPATION: Owner of What The Book? SEXUALITY: Bisexual

          notable character traits + articulate, disciplined, faithful, logical, thorough, studious, understanding, warm -  graceless ( clumsy ), self-critical, anxious, cautious, passive

          hobbies & interests learning, reading & doing research, writing, shopping ( @ antique and thrift shops, mostly ), swimming & all sorts of water sports, volunteering, aquatic animals, sudoku & crossword puzzles

                                                         ~

> moved to Springhill with his parents when he was 15 - his father got a job offer as the department head of physics at Rutgers uni. Being from a small town originally, his parents opted to live in Springhill. Conrad has been here since despite when he left to nyc for college where he went to nyu for his PhD in English & Literary Arts. He’s currently in the process of taking online courses for Marine Sciences, another one of his bigger interests.

> loves to learn ; reading has been and is one of his biggest hobbies growing up. He also loves to write, he’s got a couple of rough drafts for books that he’s too self-conscious of to even attempt to get published. 

> used to work as an English professor as the community college in town for a couple of years, but left when he had the opportunity to buy What the Book? from the original owner - whom he’d known since he was a teen - it seemed like the right move for himself, so he plans on making the best out of it. He’s been the owner for only a year and a half now.

> he tends to be v cautious & anxious when it comes to letting someone else in. Comes off a bit on the shy side when he’s around people he doesn’t know, is also a total clutz. Luck doesn’t ever seem to be on his side, but he tries to make the most of the cards he’s dealt.

> is a ball of sunshine, usually. He’s optimistic & tries to look on the bright side of most situations he might find himself in, he also tends to be logical. 

> hobbies include a lot of water sports - he grew up on the water. Now he gets his fix whenever he might hit one of the beaches off of NYC. He has a fascination of aquatic animals. Another hobby of his is doing research, as well as shopping & interior decorating. He’s always changing up his interior decor depending on what he might find. His style tends to be a bit basic - button ups over t-shirts, jeans or pants, he tends to be more creative with his surroundings. 

> while he does tend to be cautious around others & about those he lets in his life, he also manages to wear his heart on his sleeve.

> he’s honestly a sweetheart & genuine person, but like most people, he can be an asshole when provoked only for Conrad and his passive nature, it might take a bit more to get him to that point depending on the situation.

> he’d been bicurious for a very long time & only acted on his desires a couple of years ago, coming to the realization & acceptance that he’s bisexual.

> he’s been hurt & he’s been the one doing the hurting. He broke up with his most recent girlfriend ( probs about 3 years back now ) because of his confusion w his sexuality which caused a lot of confusion for himself and issues in their relationship. He was cheated on in his more recent relationship with a man which really knocked his confidence & ability to trust others down quite a few pegs.

C O N N E C T I O N S

honestly anything & everything, but to strike up some inspo, I’ve got a little list of some that I’d absolutely love for him:

FRIENDS & a couple of BEST friends ex girlfriend ( would probably take a couple, but his more recent ex gf is def wanted ) ex boyfriend ( someone that’s capable of cheatingggg oof, there’d still be feelings on conrad’s end of things ) neighbors ( he lives in an apartment, so there can be a few ) people that tend to make appearances at What the Book? college buddies / old college roommates someone that conrad’s crushing on, unrequited or not ( preferably a male that manages to bring out conrad’s bashfulness ) an older crush of his ( male and / or female ) tinder dates  employees at What the Book? ex coworkers 

[the-unconquered-queen]

So I’m making an edit to post on Halloween which is couples costumes for the Open Heart LIs and my MC, but I’m having trouble thinking of ideas

Like Bryce and MC are pirates (so marking them as complete ✔️)

Raf and MC were dressed up as Raleigh Carrera and Cadence (Platinum mc), but I may change them to something different bc I can’t think of anything for Ethan so I may make Ethan Raleigh and Raf Syphax

So I’m looking for ideas for mainly Jackie and MC- any suggestions 😂

Okay, let’s think of some!

(You’d have you mix and match bodies for some of these and most of them work for any pairing, though some need either the MC, LI, or both to be female)

Fantasy heroes with Blades assets, works for any pairing

Kenna Rys x the LI of your choice, since TC&TF is canonically a series in the Choices universe (hint: the LH MC has a full body Kenna outfit, and if you go for Dom as the LI, TRR has one for him. Otherwise, I think the edit would be from the waist up)

Renaissance folk with the TRM wardrobe

Royalty with the TRR/TRH wardrobe (Or they could be doing cosplay from Maxwell’s book turned movie, so they’d be the actual characters)

Vampires with the BB wardrobe (Jackie could be Kamilah in the ballgown or something)

The halloween special of TF has Daenerys and Wonder Woman costumes

Witches (many outfits from different books would work here. Skye from HSS:CA has a witch costume, you can take the hat from the MotY daughter, etc.)

Maybe if one of them dresses up as a fantasy creature, the other could be a Nighthunter

And these are just some ideas. If they don’t work for you, lmk and I can think of more!

[heesulovebot]

— celebrity crush tag

i was tagged by my bbs @maddieyanchan​ & @nakyngs​ thank u💕 this is SO hard because it keeps on changing but let's try this. i did pretty much like my ~life crush ICONS and then one current obsession.

rules: name 5 celebrity crushes from 5 different movies/band/series/etc and tag 10 people!

in no particular order:

devon aoki — actress/model

how could i think i was ever straight when all 10 year old me wanted to do was watch 2fast2furious and cry over baby girl devon (and her bomb ass souped up hello kitty racer car) 😭 she is timeless i love her so much.

adonis bosso — model

LISTEN. just listen... he truly takes after his name, sculpted by the fucking GODS. i was obsessed w him for years no joke like even my insta handle is matching with his lmaoooo fun fact: the first and only time i had a celebrity as my phone’s wallpaper was adonis. he and slick truly made the cutest baby damn (gif source)

rihanna — DIVINE DIETY

do i need to explain myself??? ok but no srsly rihanna is... _deep breath_ she’s perfection. she’s sooo adorable i can’t deal whenever i watch her in anything 🥺

takeshi kaneshiro — actor

90s heartthrob FUCK ME UP. he’s just an iconic babe i had to do it to ‘em. (gif source) 

win metawin — actor (&bright)

i’m such an un-loyal ho i was gonna give it to tawan because he’s literally such an idiot and i love him with all my heart but win metawin has been stealing my heart recently so he snuck his way onto this list. i am literally obsessed atm. and yes, i am a sneaky bitch and added bright to the gif because lbr they’re both fucking gorgeous 😩 (gif source: found on google here idk if this is the right place tho lmk if its urs)

tagging!🌈💕✨: @ohbabycupcakes @seren-ii @sarawatine @bl-crossingtheline @0ffgun @seekingstarlightinthecity @gulfkanawut​ @lugateau​ @thehuns-bubble-tea​ @lostinbl​

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hELLO HI HOWDY i go by jess, i’m newly 22 and it took me too long to figure out both a fc and a 90s song for this bb wow. anyways, my girl’s info is under the cut! 

[ MAIA MITCHELL / CISFEMALE / SHE/HER / MUSE B ] i wonder what BROOKE CARTER is up to this summer? i hear the EIGHTEEN year old will be spending it INTERNING AT ORMCHESTER CITY CENTRE’S ART GALLERY and may be found hanging out at THE DOCK in their free time. oh, BROOKE – so HARDWORKING, but so UPTIGHT. you remind me of that one song i heard on the radio… BARBIE GIRL by AQUA, that’s the one! [ jess, 22, est, she/her ]

so like, y’all know how in that 70s show, there’s an episode where jackie can’t hang out with kelso and the gang bc its friday night and she likes to do her hw on friday night, so she can have her weekend free? and the gang calls her lame for it, but then they struggling cause eric put off doing his hw and then sunday night comes and everyones trying to help him get his essay done and shit, and jackie’s like THIS IS WHY YOU DO YOUR HW EARLY? that’s brooke.

i admittedly know next to nothing about brit culture, let aLONE 90s brit culture, so guess what? my girl’s an american! 

she was born & raised in the states - new york, specifically - with two successful parents. her father was in the stock market, and her mother was a professor. things were going well for the family until her father died when she was four due to a car accident. ten years later, her mother fell in love again - this time to a british surgeon visiting the states. they couple got hitched and brooke and her mother moved to ormchester, england to live with her new stepfather. that was when brooke was fourteen.she’s been here ever since.

in all that time, brooke grew up to be a little bit of a PRISS ngl. her father did well in the stock market, so she and her mother were doing fine after his death with what he left behind. on top of that, her mother’s job as a professor, and then later marrying a surgeon, did nothing but help maintain that level of financial status for the fam. so brooke has always been used to the finer things in life. imac g3s (she has a pink one thx), being around pagers and pdas and cell phones (tho she doesn’t have one). she lives nice. so she likes having nice things. despite this, bb is generally a nice girl. and she takes her studies seriously. she has smart parents who pushed the importance of education on her. not to mention, bb liked to learn. she liked school. she enjoyed both the social hierarchy structure of schools (she’s no queen bee, but she can appreciate the popularity chain) and the work and learning part of it all. she was used to being on the honor roll as a result.

she was not someone you’d find on the cheerleading team, but more someone you’d find on the sudent council. brooke likes to do things, likes to see change, so she joined a lot of organizations in school to keep herself busy. was probs the student treasurer for the student council and worked on the school newspaper. 

i liked to think of her as a mix of jackie burkhart, spencer hastings, and nancy wheeler. 

very goody-two shoes and very competitive. bisexual baby. has never done anything bad in her life, but lowkey wants to. got accepted into every college she applied to, so she’s currently trying to figure out which one would make the best fit for her. she’s not 100 on what she wants to do with her future. she just knows she likes art, even though she’s not an artist, and she always enjoyed art galleries, so she went for an internship at the art gallery in the city centre. in the position, she’ll find that she both likes watching the art curator work and decide on pieces, and the event coordinator organize and plan showings. she’ll be trying to figure out which she enjoys more while serving them coffee and running lunch orders, to help her determine what she wants to major in in uni.

can spot her at the docks more often than not, or pining after muse a. she likes the docks because she likes to people watch and she likes the colors of the water and the sky and the boats. its a very peaceful place for her. muse wise, bb is def a mainstream girl. won’t catch her listening to grunge or punk rock on her own. her discman and minidisc are loaded with songs from spice girls, britney spears, backstreet boyz, nsync, bowie, mj, and madonna, with some oasis and queen sprinkled throughout.

plotting wise, some fun connections to maybe have:

someone to teach this child what Good Quality Muse is

someone who revels in the pop utopia that is her current taste with her 

Art Buds(tm) who works either in the art business or at the art gallery brooke’s interning at

alternatively, people who also work in the city center and who brooke has come to know bc of their close work proximity

role models that’ll help quell her anxieties about the future (she’s got a v Bright Future ahead of her, with v successful parents behind her - she’s got some deep hidden insecurities about not living up to it all

exes, crushes, fwb, one night stands, unrequited, and all that good stuff always welcome

as well as friendships, bffs, ride or dies, friends to enemies/enemies to friends, former tutors and the like

aND YEAH that’s all i got for brooke! if you’ve made it this far, ty ty babe I appreciate you. i’m a lil late to the game, so I gotta play catch up and read y’alls intros and hit y’all up for plotting and put an intro in the discord and the like, and i’m still saving gifs of maia too. I should be on/off for a few hours so i’ll start getting back to messages/message ppl for plots v soon! in that time, if you’d like to plot with me and my bb lmk by liking this and i’ll shoot you a message!

[avliyahs-blog]

🦋⏤ ( alisha boe, cisfemale, she/her ) — meet aaliyah hersi, the twenty year old junior at washington state university. i heard that the fallen angel is a biology/pre-med major who spends most of their time either spending hours upon hours in one of her labs or jogging around campus. if you ask around, you’ll find out that the capricorn was born on december 24th, that the last song they listened to was get well soon by ariana grande, and that they currently live in the gamma zeta chi sorority house. ever since the death of carter hayes though, the only thing anyone can seem to recall when it comes to them is that they had an unrequited crush on carter.

*one girl from tryouts in bring it on vc* yo yo yo! what’s up, what’s up? it’s time to get bizzay. no but really, greetings & salutations! i’m sam and this is my lil bb, aaliyah also known as liyah (to those rly close to her). so if you’re really ready to get busy, let’s explore under the tag, shall we?

aaliyah hersi was born on december 24th, 1998 in long island, ny, to two twenty somethings that possessed no inkling of what to do. though, they managed the best they could to ensure that their first child and only daughter was on a path of greatness and was capable of so much more than what they were used to as children. so she is the first child but she has a younger brother who she cannot stand to no end. loves him dearly but needs him to stop being nosy every time she goes home for break.

which leads into the next point ... like, shawty was super bright and always made sure that a gold star was placed on her chart before the school day was over. she pretty much excelled over the years and adored every subject except math because ew. like, who really likes math when u think about it?

in one of her after school programs, she pursued soccer and that pretty much became the love of her life/her passion. like, she did take up lacrosse in high school to pass the time in the winter and loved it but soccer was her favorite thing in the world. it pretty much led her to getting into wsu for not only her grades but for soccer as well.

speaking of was, right, so her label ‘the fallen angel’ precedes back to the beginning of the season where she kind of just switched up on everyone after being regarded as one of the best players on the team. that big headed-ness led to her thinking she was too good for practice, too good for those meetings w/ her coach about classes and grades to the point where sis pretty much took that and ran with it. like, just imagine her thinking her shit doesn’t stink and how she just knew she had a spot when it came to the first game. #backfired bc it led to another teammate becoming close to getting her forward position and then, led to aaliyah blackmailing her. only because the other girl was better than her to the point where she saw her as a threat. i know, right. i didn’t see my girl being vindictive either but when it comes to something she cares about, it may come to it. think tonya harding w/ nancy kerrigan but like, lesser than that because she’s not about violence. at all. it just so turns out that the girl had mentioned to others which in turn, led to many of her teammates and coach like, “wtf... it’s not that deep, sis.” while them also, being like, had you BEEN here you wouldn’t be in the situation you were now. which sucks because that meant she couldn’t play that szn or even, be involved in anything regarding the team until next season once she got her act together and became a team player. 

i had another theory for the label but until i develop that, we just gon’ work w what i had originally and i’ll let u know if that changes or not in her official bio that i’ll write up l8r.

now, to cope with all that mess, she pretty much dealt with assuring that she went out all the time, doing things that were her norm but surpassing that a lil so now her rep on campus may be a lil skewed but that’s only because she feels as if she’s a shell of the person she was before. like, she’s no longer someone of  good character and substance but a person who isn’t chill and is just all around... weird, in a sense. like, she doesn’t try to be open with others for the very reason they may judge her before she even gets a chance to explain herself about a situation that could’ve been handled differently. it was just way too much where she’s prob shut herself off at times. 

speaking of being too much, her unrequited crush on carter was prob the worst thing of her sophomore year because... everyone... just... found out, due to the fact that someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut on the matter. she didn’t exactly know it was unrequited but she just assumed it was after discovering that he knew and she couldn’t do anything about it. definitely a distant memory of middle school and how a similar situation occurred as well. #yikes

but this is pretty much the basis of aaliyah to the point where i don’t even know what to say anymore. like, she truly is a good person but she’s currently trying to find herself again and trying to deal with the repercussions of her actions/the previous events in her life. like, she still is ambitious and determined in her studies bc hello, stem ain’t no joke. ‘specially when math isn’t her strong suit but she is trying her best to assure those (since she cares too much about what others thinks, no matter how hard she denies it) that she is just trying to build herself back up rather than stay at rock bottom. it’s just gonna take... so.. me... time. 

but if u liked reading aLL that, please please please lmk by checking out her plots/connections and hitting us up w a lil smth. thank u. stream 7 rings by ariana as well and r9 is coming. ok byeeeee. 💛

[mythgirlimagines]

Big Brother: DVHS (Part 1)

As a pretty big Big Brother fan, I was hyped to see this simulator, and like DVHS ITMLFY, this is going to be in a couple parts, since it’s pretty long. This is also made with the most basic template, not any specific season, so there aren’t any twists or anything. Please lmk if you want me to use a specific season’s format if you want to see this again! Enjoy!

Week one:

The alliances are 1) Fujimoto and Saito, which is incredibly interesting to see right off the bat, 2) Ikeda and Aoyama, 3) Yoshida, Sasaki, Maeda and Hamasaki, which I also find very interesting 4) Yoshida, Sasaki and Hamasaki as girlpower I guess lol. We all know how girls alliances tend to go, but if it’s just the three, I’m interested to see how that goes.

With the final three in the Wipe Out HOH comp being Oshiro, Yoshida and Abe, Abe ends up winning the HOH and putting Camila and Yasu on the block. They don’t seem like huge targets at all- unless you consider that they both would probably have amazing social games.

Playing in Veto alongside Abe, Camila and Yasu are Ikeda (Houseguest’s Choice for Abe), Miyuki (Camila’s pick) and Maeda (Yasu’s pick). Ikeda ends up winning the BB Galaxy Veto comp, and Ikeda then decides not to use the Power of Veto. Again, I think of the social games of both Camila and Yasu, though I’ll be kinda sad if Camila is voted out first.

Random events: Fujimoto accidentally breaks an item he borrowed from Yasu; Ikeda isolates himself due to the stress of the game; and Saito invents a new game. Which seems completely unlike her but is hilarious nonetheless.

Votes to evict Yasu: Sasaki (she would NEVER), Maeda, Fujimoto, Nakamura, Ikeda, Rikimaru, Hamasaki

Votes to evict Camila: Oshiro, Yoshida, Saito, Miyuki (SHE ALSO WOULD NEVER), Aoyama (okay he would), Matsumoto

And by a vote of 7 to 6, Yasu is evicted. Which I think makes some sense, because as I said, her social game would be UNPARALLELED. If she won any comps through the game, she would be unbeatable.

Week two:

The only change to the previous alliances is that Hamasaki leaves the alliance of her, Yoshida and Sasaki.

The final three in Big Brother BBQ are Fujimoto, Hamasaki and Ikeda (quite the trio lol). Fujimoto ends up winning the HOH, and puts up Ikeda and Oshiro. I think Ikeda might’ve put himself as a target because of his Veto win and isolation, y’know?

As for Veto, there’s Saito (Fujimoto’s Houseguest’s Choice), Abe (Ikeda’s) and Matsumoto (Oshiro’s). I feel like Abe or Matsumoto would change the noms. And, completing a win streak of two Vetos, Ikeda wins Super Veto! Which he then uses on himself. As a replacement nominee, Fujimoto chooses Nakamura, who I also feel would have a strong social game.

Random events: Fujimoto has a public emotional breakdown from the pressure of the game (poor guy), Hamasaki and Miyuki have a heated argument, Abe flips Miyuki’s mattress for some unspecified reason, and Ikeda keeps isolating himself.

Votes to evict Nakamura: Camila (expected), Sasaki, Maeda, Saito, Matsumoto

Votes to evict Oshiro: Yoshida (unexpected), Abe (also unexpected), Ikeda, Rikimaru, Miyuki, Aoyama, Hamasaki

And by a vote of 7 to 5, Oshiro is evicted. I think in this case, Nakamura’s charm works for him in saving him, especially since he was a replacement nominee. I wonder if he was a failed backdoor plan? Would the simulation tell me if that was it? Anyway

Week three:

The final three of Majority Rules are the former alliance members, Yoshida, Sasaki and Hamasaki. Hamasaki wins this HOH, interesting since she’s the one no longer in that alliance of three, though she’s still in the alliance with those two and Maeda. That said, she puts up Miyuki and Ikeda. Miyuki makes sense, since there was that argument last week, and Ikeda likely for the same reasons as last week. Though I guess I feel bad for him being on the block two weeks in a row.

Veto is played by those three in addition to Rikimaru (Hamasaki’s), Sasaki (Miyuki’s) and Aoyama (Ikeda). Ikeda keeps having good picks, since he and Aoyama are aligned. And in Keeping Up with the Jonses, Aoyama wins the PoV and, unsurprisingly, uses it on Ikeda. Hamasaki then puts Abe up as his replacement.

Random events: Fujimoto accidentally makes an inappropriate comment in conversation (jeez he can’t catch a break), Yoshida finds Miyuki creepy and tells everyone else, Matsumoto and Nakamura bond, and Rikimaru attempts to blame and call out Miyuki for certain actions in the house and how she deserves to leave. Wow, this is feeling a lot like early this season /hj but also seems like something Rikimaru would do tbh.

Votes to evict Miyuki: Yoshida, Sasaki, Nakamura, Saito, Ikeda, Rikimaru, Aoyama

Votes to evict Abe: Camila (yeah keep ur gf), Maeda, Fujimoto, Matsumoto

And by a vote of 7 to 4, this game really likes the number 7, Miyuki is evicted and my heart is broken. I think maybe her argument with Hamasaki kicked this off, plus Rikimaru and Yoshida piling on in addition to Miyuki being unable to win the PoV. Sorry ;-;

Week four:

In the Steel Cage Match HOH comp, Ikeda, Abe and Sasaki are the final three, with Ikeda taking the win. Honestly, with him isolating himself and with his PoV wins, I’m interested to see how this goes for him after this week. He puts up Fujimoto and Hamasaki, which makes a ton of sense given the last two weeks.

In the Veto, playing are Aoyama (Ikeda’s Houseguest’s Choice), Camila (Hamasaki’s) and Matsumoto (Fujimoto’s). And in High and Dry, Hamasaki wins the PoV and obviously uses the PoV on herself. As a replacement, Ikeda puts up Nakamura. I guess the guy’s a popular backdoor attempt? Or something.

Random events: Hamasaki flips Abe’s mattress, again for unspecified reasons, and Yoshida makes an effort to improve relationships in the house even though she probably destroyed a few last week.

Votes to evict Nakamura: Yoshida, Abe (that tracks), Aoyama, Matsumoto, Hamasaki

Votes to evict Fujimoto: Camila (unexpected lol), Sasaki, Maeda, Saito, Rikimaru

This is a vote of 5 to 5, with Ikeda voting to evict Fujimoto. No surprise there; it’s likely revenge for Fujimoto putting him up week two.

Week five:

Since Fujimoto was evicted, the first alliance (him and Saito) is now no more.

The final three in Houseguest Soup are Yoshida, Abe and Sasaki, with Yoshida winning this one. Which, reading the description, seems to check out. She decides to put up Ikeda and Camila, both of which seem to check out as well.

For PoV, Saito (Yoshida’s), Maeda (Ikeda’s) and Hamasaki (Camila’s Houseguest’s Choice) play in OTEV the Absent-Minded Alien and Yoshida ends up winning. Fittingly, she doesn’t use the veto.

Random events: y’know what Rikimaru did to Miyuki two weeks ago? Yeah, Maeda does that to Ikeda.

Votes to evict Ikeda: Sasaki, Maeda, Saito, Hamasaki

Votes to evict Camila: Abe (oof lol), Nakamura, Rikimaru, Aoyama, Matsumoto

And by a vote of 5 to 4, Camila is evicted. Jeez she’s had a rough last couple of weeks and I think this means she didn’t make it to jury, unfortunately. But she wasn’t very strong with comps (at all), and she probably didn’t have too strong of a social game, and she wasn’t in alliances either.

Part two coming soon!