#one piece 998

[luffynamiblog]

wano nami is super cute

[ichigoginchan]

they're insane for these

[hauntingblue]

Franky saving nami and her calling him big brother..... the connotations of this... big day for me especifically

[wurm-food]

Oh god oh god I’m not ready for this uuuuuugh 😭

One Piece - #998

[algumaideia]

Sanji is in problema

Jimbei will have a tough fight

More Ace past?

Chopper will work in an antidote

[chromatic-lamina]

Second time I’m seeing some screencaps pretty familiar to my own, although the placement is different, but same frames. I know they’re popular and that they are frames a lot of people would isolate, and my skill at screencapping isn’t that great (I think I took them before I figured out how to slow down vids too!)…but, dunno—great minds think alike, I guess.

Bonding over high-maintenance captains but still loving them.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddie-spooktober day 3: apples | rated: G | wc: 998

“Wow, he’s really good at that.” Robin remarks as Eddie sloshes back up out of the bucket with yet another apple caught in his grin, “Who'da thunk, huh?”

“Yeah…” Steve breathes, watching Eddie’s hair drip down over his forehead and down his neck, “He’s really good with his mouth.”

Robin chokes on her most recent swig of cider, “I’m sorry, what?!”

“Uh…” Steve feels his face turn hot, “Huh? I didn’t say anything.” He moves to turn away back into the Hoppers’ cabin, an excuse of the bathroom or a new mug of cider ready behind his teeth and Robin on his heels

“Oh no you don’t; you explain yourself this instant Steven Marie Harrington!” She demands, voice much louder than he’d like it to be, “What did you just say about Eddie Munson’s mouth??”

“Nothing that anyone—especially the Eddie in question—needs to hear! Quiet down!” He whispers in a harried tone.

He pulls her into Hopper’s tiny bathroom, snapping the door shut behind him.

“You have a crush on Eddie Munson?! Our Eddie Munson?”

Steve leans back against the door and sighs, letting himself sink to the floor. “Still too loud.” he says, not actually meaning it.

She must’ve been able to tell that he’s trying to stall, so she sinks onto the shallow edge of the tub to wait. One of her knees knocks against the bowl of the toilet, the other against the wall.

“I think I have for a little while now. Since spring break at least.” he confesses, now that he’s in the proper position to do so, here on the bathroom floor.

“You found time to get your first crush on a guy since figuring out you’re bi, and it’s during yet another upside-down related catastrophe.” Robin states rather than asks. “You’re something else, Dingus.”

“Gee, thanks for your support.”

“You have it always, obviously,” she waves him off, “Just surprised that the first I’m hearing about it is when your horny lizard brain tells me for you.”

“It’s been getting really annoying lately.”

“What, having a big gay crush on someone? I feel you.”

“No, lizard brain is being really annoying lately. But yeah, also that.”

Steve’s gaze is stuck on the slightly mis-matched piece of linoleum between his feet, but sees Robin nod her head in his periphery.

Neither say anything for a solid 45 seconds, until: “So what are you going to do about it?”

“Something… eventually… maybe…” he hedges, “Just ‘cause he’s into guys too doesn’t mean he’s into me.”

“Oh yeah, of course he isn’t.”

He rolls his eyes at the sarcasm. “I’m being serious Robin.”

“Me too.”

Steve finally looks up at her.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m being serious about my sarcasm, Steven. Of course Eddie’s into you; you saw how he was flirting with you during the whole Vecna fiasco!” Robin flails her arm around in emphasis, “How he’s been flirting with you ever since.”

“What if that’s not just for me though, he’s annoyingly charming to everyone!”

“He may be charming,” She grimaces (“Hey!”), “But that doesn’t mean he’s out here flirting with anyone!”

“He just feels comfortable with me.”

“Everyone our age knows about Eddie, Steve, and he’s still been his same dorky self with all them. You’re the only one he’s been flirting with nonstop.”

Steve opens his mouth to respond, but closes it again. 

Damn, she’s got a point.

Eddie never calls Jonathan ‘sweetheart’, or Argyle ‘big boy’... he’s heard him say once that Hopper was his first crush when he’d had one too many drinks, but she’s right.. Eddie’s only flirty with him.

Steve suddenly feels all swoopy inside. And it must show on his face somehow, because Robin says “Ew gross, you’re thinking about him aren’t you?”

“No, I’m thinking about Hopper– of course I’m thinking about him!” Steve grins, then pushes him up off the floor. “Okay, okay, I just have to make it through the rest of the day, and I’ll ask him out tomorrow when he comes in to bother us for a free rental at work.”

He looks down at Robin, searching her face for any sign that it isn’t a good plan.

She nods, “Good. Now where are you going to take him?”

The answer to that one was simple, “Movie date at my place.”

Robin snorts, “A bit presumptuous, eh Stevie?”

The floaty feeling in his gut turns into a boulder, “I mean— That’s not what— Obviously I’d love it to—” he cuts himself off for the last time at the smirk on her face. “Oh fuck you.” He shakes his head in fond exasperation as he turns, heading back out of the bathroom.

Robin’s teasing him still when the back door opens and Eddie waltzes in, the round, decorative basket Joyce had been using to put all the apples people fished out of the barrel in his arms and a(nother? The same?) apple lodged in his teeth.

He spots them and puts the basket down on the island, spinning dramatically to lean onto the tabletop to face them.

His hand comes up to grab onto the apple, snapping off a bite and sucking away the juice as he takes it away from his mouth, “Hey Stevie, Birdie,” he says over a mouthful of crunching fruit.

Steve blinks once, then turns to Robin, “I’m not going to survive 'till tomorrow.”

Before she or Eddie can react, Steve is striding across the room and pulling his sodden friend to him in a tart, apple-flavored kiss.

Robin says something about being lookout, but Steve’s too busy feeling Eddie’s mouth on his.

Until Eddie pulls back that is.

“Shit– Eddie, I’m so sorry, I—” Steve stops when Eddie’s finger comes up between them.

Eddie chews once, twice, a third, then swallows down the rest of his bite.

Ah.

“Okay,” Eddie breathes once his mouth is clear. “Now, where were we?” He tosses the apple over his shoulder and descends upon Steve once again.

divider from @saradika-graphics!

[syninplays]

+900 Followers Gift!

Was going to be a 1k followers gift but I haven't reached that number yet and I'm excited to share this :p

Okay so I don't do full sets often but I love these sets so figured I would convert every piece (; - disclaimer: okay no, not every piece, some are variations for taller walls (which are possible in ts3 but I think they suck so I'm sticking to short walls)

Some general notes;

>Most items are low poly (under 2k verts, with a few exceptions) and have small textures.

>Everything that could be made functional is functional. Columns are decorative and include 'half' versions in case you want to place them on the wall (and avoid seeing part of it through the wall which gets on my nerves lol) / I recommend using either OMSP or S3DT to move some of the objects up or down, since I didn't resize decor objects to fit short walls (in case you don't want it to cover just one level ;)

>*Known issues: One of the sides from the medium 2x1 & 2x2 doors from the "Soho" set sink a bit into the ground after use, I couldn't fix it but I'll update the files if I ever manage to get them to work as expected </3 - Also the "Soho Shop" windows' glass clips a bit with each other but it's almost unnoticeable unless you set the camera very close :s

>All mesh and texture credits go to Felixandre and Harrie for their Soho (2, 3, 4), Paris & Brownstone sets (: / More Info + polycounts are found below the cut - Enjoy!

>DOWNLOAD< (always free on patreon)

If you feel like it, you can support my tears me on Patreon or Ko-fi 🥺🥰

SOHO (includes collection file! named accordingly so you should be able to find it among the other packages ;)

Shop Window Ending Short (original & wide versions) - 524 poly

Shop Window Middle Short - 252 poly

*Shop Door Medium 2x1 - 1,9k poly

*Shop Door Medium 2x2 - 1,9k poly

Shop Door Short 2x1 - 1,7k poly

Shop Door Short 2x2 - 1,7k poly

Ornate Trim - 182 poly

Ornate Trim Column Ending Right - 352 poly

Ornate Trim Column Ending Left - 352

Ornate Trim Column Middle - 502 poly

Exterior Column Short - 1,5k poly (half version is 750 poly)

Exterior Column Short V2 - 482 poly (half version is 241 poly)

Brick Arch - 732 poly

Brick Arch 2 - 338 poly

Brick Pilaster - 62 poly

Brick Pilaster Corner - 256 poly

Brick Pilaster Half - 62 poly

Brick Pilaster Corner Extention - 76 poly

Brick Pilaster Extention - 14 poly

Brick Pilaster Half Extention - 14 poly

Brick Arch Extention - 22 poly

Window 1 Short - 688 poly

Window 2 Short - 484 poly

Brick Trim - 94 poly

Brick Trim Outside Corner - 128

Cast Iron Trim - 70 poly

Cast Iron Trim Outside Corner - 98 poly

Window 1 Tall - 688 poly (includes 2x1 version)

Window 2 Medium - 776 poly (2x1 only!)

Window 3 Medium - 778 poly (includes 2x1 + unedited version)

Window Frame 1 Short - 648 poly

Window Frame 2 Short - 650 poly

Window Frame 2 - 686 poly

Window Frame 3 - 586 poly

Cornice 2 - 780 poly

Cornice 2 Outside Corner - 2,2k poly

Cornice - 726 poly

Cornice Outside Corner - 2,3k poly

Fire Escape Stairs Short - 998 poly (these only fit the "short" landing, but I converted the other sizes too because they're wider)

Fire Escape Landing Short - 1,3k poly

Fire Escape Landing Medium - 1k poly

Fire Escape Landing Tall - 1,4k poly

Pilaster Short - 826 poly

Pilaster Short V2 - 284 poly

Pilaster Medium - 826 poly

Pilaster Medium V2 - 284 poly

Shop Window Medium - 336 poly

Shop Window Ending Medium - 720 poly (includes wide version)

Light Switch Short (aka the tubes) - 2,2k poly

PARIS (fully recolorable + includes all swatches)

Awning Open Long - 664 poly

Awning Open Short - 664 poly

BROWNSTONE

Traditional Window 1 (+2x1 version) - 682 poly

Steel Window Single Medium - 248 poly

Steel Double Door Medium - 752 poly

Steel Frame Bifold Medium - 1k poly (no diagonal version)

Steel Frame Double Arch Medium - 136 poly

Traditional Glass Arch Medium - 608 poly

Traditional Arch Medium - 659 poly

Traditional Door Medium - 1,6k poly

Traditional Door Frame Medium - 976 poly

[cranberrymoons]

breaking frozen ground

prompt: uncle wayne adopts steve (@steddieholidaydrabbles) word count: 998 rated: t tags: fluff, gardening, appalachian wayne!! notes: this is part of the future fic series! it stands alone but takes place after Day 18 – a home for the holidays

welcome to Day 23 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

It’s a quiet morning, early enough that Eddie had just grunted and curled further around his pillow when Steve slipped out of bed and stumbled around the room looking for clothes. 

But Wayne’s awake, feet propped on the coffee table and paging through the local paper with a cup of coffee at his elbow.

He looks up when Steve enters, lifts his chin in greeting then turns over a page in his paper and goes back to it without a word. Steve pours himself a cup of coffee from the pot in the kitchen and carries it into the living room, curling in the corner at the other end of the couch. 

After a moment, when Wayne’s finished with his section of the paper, he folds it neatly in half and holds it out toward Steve, waiting for him to take it before moving on to the next.

They sit like that in comfortable silence for a long time, until Steve’s finished his coffee and Wayne has passed him the sports section before collecting both their mugs to carry them into the kitchen for a refill.

“Milk?” Wayne asks over his shoulder. It’s the first word either of them have said. Steve smiles to himself.

“I take it black, actually,” he says. Then, flipping over to read the score from last night’s Colts game, “Thank you.”

Wayne just grunts, giving him the small lift of a smile as he fills their cups. He squints out the window over the sink as he does. 

“Supposed to be warm out today,” he says, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Could use some help in the garden, if you’re up for getting your hands a little dirty.”

“Sure,” Steve says, accepting the refilled mug from Wayne. It’s the one that’s become his in the past few months, ever since he started sometimes spending the night here. It’s nothing special, just a faded Hawkins Tigers logo, but he likes the weight of it in his hand. “I’ve been meaning to ask if you wouldn’t mind some help, but I didn’t think there’d be anything to do until Spring.”

Wayne hums, nodding slightly. “Always something to do, son.”

---

Eddie’s still all but dead to the world when Steve reenters the bedroom to find something warm enough to wear outside – it might be a sunny day for December, but it is still December, after all. He stirs a little when Steve perches on the edge of the bed to tug on a thick pair of socks, head popping up from his nest of pillows, hair frizzing out around his head.

“Wha’s ‘at?”

Steve just grins, leaning over to brush a kiss over his lips. Eddie shuffles closer, drawing him in, until Steve places a hand on his chest and pulls back a few inches. 

“I’m going to help Wayne in the garden for a while,” he says. “Go back to sleep.”

“I’m awake now, though,” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “And way more interesting than a pile of old dirt in the backyard.”

He swipes his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip then follows it up with another kiss before slipping out of his hold to tug his sweater on over the faded Sabbath shirt that he’s got tucked into his jeans. Eddie groans and makes grabby hands for him, but Steve just smiles as he runs a last hand back through his own hair.

“Come meet us outside,” he says. “You can heckle us from the back porch, if you want.”

---

Wayne’s busy dragging piles of dead brush out of the beds when Steve makes his way to the backyard, and Steve pulls on a pair of work gloves before joining him, shoulder to shoulder as they pile sticks and pieces of fallen limbs against the side of the house for chopping into firewood. 

“Garlic has to freeze to grow,” Wayne tells him as they poke individual cloves into little holes in the freshly-revealed dirt before spreading a layer of leaves over the earth to cover it up. “It’ll be ready to pull up by the summer.”

Steve glances at him out of the corner of his eye. “Where did you learn all this?” 

Wayne sits back on his heels, pulling his work gloves off before running a hand back through his hair. He squints up at the thin sunlight overhead where it’s peeking through the clouds. 

“My dad,” he says after a moment. “Got us through the Depression like this, just sticking stuff in the dirt and waiting to see what popped up.”

Steve feels a small smile spread across his face, and he tilts his head to the side. “Did you grow up around here?” he asks. “Eddie’s never really said.”

Wayne lets out a little laugh, cheek dimpling on one side in the same way Eddie’s does whenever he’s thinking something through. 

“Nah,” he says after a moment. “We were down in West Virginia until after the war, then our parents packed us in the car and came here for better jobs.” He laughs again. “That turned out about as well as you think.”

Steve takes a breath and nods a little. The ground is cold under his knees, and his cheeks feel flushed from the chill in the air, the light sweat from the work they’ve been doing drying tight on his skin. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you did,” he says. “You know.”

He casts a look back at the house where he can see Eddie puttering around the kitchen, pulling breakfast together. When he looks back, Wayne is watching him with a quiet expression on his face, and Steve feels himself flush. He shrugs. 

Before either of them can say anything else, the back door slides open, and Eddie sticks his head out the door, hair pulled back from his face. He gives an exaggerated shiver. 

“I made pancakes,” he says. “For whenever you two are done rolling around in the mud.”

[also on ao3]

[moonpaw]

looks like they don't! the website slaps english next to the japanese text as chapters get released weekly, and then when working on the volumes, they replace it with english entirely but don't update it on their website

so if you wanted the english text only, you'd either have to buy the volume yourself, or find a scan online

so for the viz translations, do they not replace the japanese text that's in the backgrounds until they release the volumes?

[dougielovelove]

THE STALKER

(998 words)

WARNINGS: Stalker!Soap, obsessive and toxic behavior, NSFW (at the end), Male reader, my writing. (let me know if I have to put more warnings)

(Something about it didn't leave me all that satisfied😒 but I liked it tho)

Beep Beep

You wake up in your room, as always, to the sound of your alarm clock. Your lazy eyes slowly scan the room, and, as you expected... It happened again. The window is half open, even though you were sure it was closed last night. It's a weird thing that's been happening a lot over the last few months, but you just let it go. Your memory has never been that good, and you forget some things quickly… and it's not like this is the strangest thing happening in your life right now.

Every time you go to do your laundry, you realize that another pair of underwear is missing. You don't have that many, so it's easy to notice when one disappears. And there's also another strange thing going on. Every time you go out, you feel watched. You always have the feeling that someone is watching you, but you don't know where.

But it all started to really scare you when you came home after a stressful day at work, and saw a photo of you, sleeping, thrown across your welcome mat.

Terrified, you decided to do the most sensible thing to do.

You call the only person you trust in this world.

You call Soap your best friend. Your ONLY friend. He's in the military, so he should know what to do.

It doesn't take long for him to arrive. You show him the photo, and he is as surprised as you are. You tell him about the things that have happened recently, and, with each piece of information, his eyes widen in surprise and concern. You're at your limit, and he can see that. Seeking comfort, you hug your good friend, snuggling into his arms as he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings, telling you that everything is going to be okay, and that he will be there for you. Oh, if you could just see the little smile on his face.

After that day, more and more photos started to appear, and you became more and more scared. But you started to panic even more when you found a photo of you taking a shower. You tell Soap that you're going to take this to the police, but he changes your mind. ‘They are slow' he says. ‘Until they start investigating, something worse could happen’ he says. ‘Leave it to me’ he says.

And then, Soap offers to put Cameras in your entire house. Outside, in the bedrooms, in the living room, in the backyard, in the garage. You feel much safer this way, knowing that your best friend is taking care of you. But, oh, if you only knew about the hidden camera he put in your bathroom…

You also decided to give Soap a spare key to your house... just in case.

Jackpot.

-

Soap's plan is coming to fruition. After so many years, engineering everything precisely. He knew you very well, before he even exchanged a word with you. When you met him at a club, he seemed so friendly, and you had a lot in common. You both liked the same things, went to the same places. It was a very quick connection. But there was something much darker about it. He saw you one day in a coffee shop, and when he saw you, something in his fucked up brain clicked. You needed to be his. All his. He spent the next few months researching EVERYTHING about you. You were quite liked, you had a lot of friends and even a nice boyfriend. It would be difficult to come into your life, and he didn't want to get his hands dirty... I mean, he could carry out a massacre and still get away with it, but he didn't want to do that... that was plan B.

Instead, he went the plan A route, which turned out very well. He pretended to be a former friend of yours, and spread lies about you - with false evidence. This plan worked so well that in less than a month, your friends stopped talking to you, and your boyfriend dumped you.

Oh, poor you, without friends and boyfriend... you were so sad... Well, cycles begin and end! Why not go to this new club that just opened?

-

Soap feels like a child going to a park. He happily fits the spare key you gave him into the lock of your house, and with two turns and a click, the door opens. He patiently follows the familiar path to your room. It's not like he hasn't been there hundreds of times, but now he doesn't have to worry about not making noise. He opens the door to your room, and feels his heart leap with joy.

It's still 7:30 pm, and you're still at work… He has time for a quickie. He happily lays down on your perfectly made bed and takes your pillow, bringing it to his nose and drowning in your sweet scent. He lies down on top of your pillow, and quickly undoes his belt and opens his pants, releasing his rock hard cock from its confines. He starts to hump into your pillow, the smell of your perfume invading his brain, leaving him disoriented in pleasure. His cock rubs against your pillow, and he can't help but imagine you, there, in the place of the pillow, while he squeezes you really tight.

Soap is in paradise. His plan finally worked, and the next step will be to have you as his boyfriend, but that will be easy, after all: he's already come this far.

Soap moans your name, his eyes closed with vivid images of you. He feels closer and closer to his orgasm.

But, oh, it's a shame that you managed to leave work early today.

And it's even more of a shame that he didn't hear you arrive, and it's also a shame that he didn't notice you, at the bedroom door watching the scene.

[technically-a-kiwi]

Universally pathetic part 2 (🌌true cosmic AU🌌)

Previous part

The chef's quest was almost over

After traveling throughout 100 234 998 universes, he was more than sure Maurice is the being who's always the same in every universe, observing oh so many versions of his brother, the chef didn't bother to read into all of his brother's versions heart, it didn't make much sense he thought... But at least the host couldn't say anything like "yeah but maybe you missed something by simply reading his mind woag " or something to that extent... It was a slower but safer move.

Some of them had a job, some lived alone, some were anthropomorphic fishes...

So far, each and every single Maurice met the chef's expectations, being a pathetic jerk. The chef even made a mental checklist, with the fundamental traits he saw in his brother:

always unsatisfied with what he has

always rude towards others

huge gamble addict

Maurice will NEVER consider becoming a better person

And there it was, the 100 234 999th universe, can’t wait to put the host in his place thought the chef.

Finally reaching the earth, looking for his last task...

"There !" The chef exclaims, spotting the location of his brother's house.

"Hum, looks like this appearance is-a one of the most common of them all... That's-a nice I guess..." He says as he inspects his brother while he's asleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Maurice's alarm went off, waking him up "huuuh... God... Damn it..." He punchs his alarm, shutting it down.

" Hum-um, alarm goes off at-a 5:10, punching it to shut it-a down, so far that's exactly how every other one behaved"

Maurice gets up, dresses up and goes straight to work...

" So far so good, not-a taking a breakfast and forgetting-a to lock the door, exactly as intended " says the chef, writing that down.

As he walked, Maurice sunk into his thoughts... " Stupid schedule... Stupid job... Stupid legs that can't take me further than a meter before hurting... "

Ah-AH ! About time he showed this side of himself, the never grateful grumpy man! The chef's expression shifted into a mischievous grin... The pieces were coming together, he just knew he's right, he just knows his brother universal nature.

The day continued, Maurice finally reached the trash factory, the chef following him close behind.

And so Maurice started his work, sorting recyclable material from garbage bags. " How can people be so dumb... Even if you write down on the packaging it's recyclable they'll still throw it in the garbage... It's as if everyone's blind..." He thought as he sighs out of boredom.

"Hum... Can't really count-a that as-a rude..." Though the chef

One of his co-workers addresses him " Hey Mauricino ! You got some coins by any chance? I need to buy my lunch and lost my wallet!"

" Do I look like an ATM machine to you ?" He says in a frown

" huh..."

" Leave me alone, there are better things to spend my money on, and you're not one of them" he turns back into his work

His co-worker goes away "wow... Rude..." He says flabbergasted

The chef is delighted " Rude towards others, I knew it ! Get-a ready to taste defeat-a Noise" another trait checked on the list. The chef shines bright colors as he imagines the host face when he'll shred his point into pieces.

The day went on... Untill 10pm Maurice was at work... Finally it's over, he gets to the exit and takes his check. 50 bucks... Truly a pathetic salary he thought, but that's the best he could find close to his home that hires people with no diploma...

Maurice went on his way home, the chef still following him close behind.

Suddenly, he passes by a small casino, he hesitates for some time, he just wants to go home... But... Maybe this time... He'll hit the Jackpot... He finally succumbs to the temptation. To the chef's delight, another thing off the checklist! Victory has never been so close!

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

10 dollars

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

still nothing...

Maurice wasted all his paycheck... Again...

After some time, Maurice came back home.

It was past midnight, he ate a plate of undercooked spaghetti and went to bed.

" sucks at cooking and-a goes to bed without-a brushing his teeth... And... Oh... OH MIO DIO THAT'S IT !" The chef exclaims as he realizes his quest is finally done, he busts out in colors and stars in joy ! Warping space time around him as he celebrates his victory!

The distortion was strong enough to tangle his presence with reality, making him visible to the mortal eye and making his voice audible.

His celebration suddenly woke Maurice up, screaming in shock as he looks at what he thinks is a ghost

" WHAT THE- WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM ?!"

The chef stops his celebration, his colors going dull, he didn't notice he was visible, he slowly turns, harboring a shocked face

"huuuuuuh..."

Maurice is completely paralyzed, this... Being... Didn't look real at all... A bright colored humanoid creature ? What was in his meal, gasoline?

The chef looked stunned for a second... But, oh yes, he will rub his victory all over this pathetic jerk's face, he's expression shifts into a wicked smile

" Well, if you want-a to know, I am Peppino Spaghetti. Cosmic chef and ALSO THE GUY WHO JUST-A PROVED YOUR-A THROUGHOUT EVERY POSSIBILITIES IN EXISTENCE NOTHING-A MORE THAN A PATHETIC LITTLE SHIT !" He exclaims as he smiles mischievously at Maurice's face

" wait... Peppino... Spaghetti?" Maurice says while pondering... " Oooooh no, are you one of my weird ancestors cursing me because I didn't want to be a pizza chef ?!" Says Maurice, his shock turning into anger

The chef looks weirded out " What ? No... I'm-a not your ancestor, and I'm-a nothing like a ghost, I'm a cosmic chef ! A cosmic entity !"

" a cosmic what ?" He responds, looking somewhat confused " and what was that about me being a little shit ?!" He says very angered

" Ah, glad-a you mention it ! To make it simple, I watched your behavior and-a how you interact with the world, and turns out you behaved EXACTLY as I imagined! You are ungrateful, unkind, desperate, self destructive and MOST IMPORTANTLY you NEVER question yourself OR try to be better! "

" ... " Maurice looks shocked... He's trying to find a response, but the words can't escape his mouth

The chef feels his brother's emotions... A strong mix of anger and misery, he just wants to insult him with every curse words there is, and yet sadness prevents it from any to get away

" Huh... Sorry amico, I didn't-a mean to make-a you cry, but that's-a just the truth, I'm describing what I-a saw today!" Says the chef, wondering if he didn't went a little to hard on him...

" ... I... *Sigh* okay..." Maurice just lies down in his bed again, just hoping this weird cosmic thing leaves...

The chef looks completely weirded out... He expected a stronger reaction from his brother... It was... New...

This new behavior intrigued him more than anything... Maurice holding some kind of remorse? He's got to know more !

Something triggering the cosmic chef's curiosity?! How could that be ? Nonetheless he's willing to see the end of this story and understand what makes this universe's Maurice so special, until then...

===TO BE CONTINUED==>

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Week One: Masterlist

I'm so happy with the turn out from week one! You all did so great, and I appreciate your participation so much! This week, we covered 6 prompts and there were 59 total entries: 56 Fics Written, 2 Pieces of Art & 1 Other Works submitted.

Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

Day One: Firsts

Fic Submissions:

JULY 1: firsts by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 870 | CW: Strong language, Eddie’s eternal insecurities, Gareth’s eternally brash personality | Tags: Corroded Coffin first and seconds by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: alcohol mention | Tags: i would die for gareth emerson, i don't think you understand, bisexual king gareth emerson

Scout's Honor by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex Acts, Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Newly Gotten Together Steddie, Semi-Public Sexual Acts, Touch Me While Your Bros Play Grand Theft Auto Super Nintendo, The Boys of Corroded Coffin Are Tired of Eddie's Horny Bullshit Full Throttle by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex Acts, Bit of Exhibitionist Kink, Language | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Newly Gotten Together Steddie, Semi-Public Sexual Acts, Touch Me While Your Bros Play Grand Theft Auto Super Nintendo, The Boys of Corroded Coffin Are Tired of Eddie's Horny Bullshit

The Guitar by @xzerosparrowx | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Use of homophobic language/slurs | POV: Eddie | Tags: How Eddie Munson got his first guitar, Wayne Munson is Eddie's Dad, Allen Munson, First Christmas, Christmas special. Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 1 - Firsts by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 669 | Tags: Friendship, angst, mentions of FOI, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe. JULY 1: firsts by @blueywrites | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: language, drinking, references to foi Breaking The Law by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Tags: school shenanigans, Eddie is a little shit, first band name + first gig, two for the price of one!

Give It All We've Got (First time getting booed offstage) by @rip-quizilla| Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: None Day 1: Firsts by @munson-blurbs | Rating: G | WC: 883 | CW: brief mention of financial hardships | Tags: Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, first concert Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 331 | CW: just a bit of angst with a happy ending

day 01: firsts by @hawkinsmafia | Rating: G | WC: 824 | CW: one use of the f-slur, unsanitary postal practices

Welcome Home by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 731 | CW: None

Corroded Coffin Fest Day One First - Rehearsal by @emesis-nemisis | Rating: T | WC: 998 | CW: Language, fighting, boys being incredibly nerdy, author taking creative liberties and making Eddie a year or two younger for the sake of this making sense (Its their first rehearsal before the Hawkins Middle talent show he gushed to Chrissy about.), Dialogue heavy. Featuring: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Frankie.

Art Submissions:

Corroded Coffin Fest Day #1: “Firsts” by @luciferssworld | The boys first summer together as high schoolers. Facing the 'freaks' label head-on, but stronger together

Day Two: In the Beginning Fic Submissions:

The Meeting of the Fellowship by @xzerosparrowx | Rating: T | WC: 768 | CW: Fat shaming and bullying. | POV: Gareth | Tags: How the fellowship met, Corroded Coffin in middle school, Eddie's first day at Hawkins, Tommy Hagan is a bully.

and on the first day, god said let them have a drummer by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 556 | CW: language | Tags: gareth introduction to the band, they are all idiots, that's the common theme with all of these

JULY 2: in the beginning by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 785 | CW: Strong language, allusions to drug use | Tags: Corroded Coffin; Jeff, Eddie Munson, Grant, Gareth and Jay - the first (but not the best) drummer of Corroded Coffin

Bandmates Wanted by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: None | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: Forming Corroded Coffin, Meeting Each Other, Shoutout to Mr. Clarke For Supporting Kids and Their Dreams

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 2 - In the Beginning by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 935 | Tags: Friendship, mentions of FOI, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe

Four Chords And A Dream by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Tags: Good Uncle Wayne, Eddie's other guitar origin story

Day 2: In the Beginning by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 621 | CW: mentioned parental neglect, insecurities related to parenthood | Tags: Eddie Munson, Elizabeth Munson, Al Munson, baby Eddie

Contemplating Coffin by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 731 | CW: Language, weed

Day Three: Best Friends Fic Submissions:

you're my best friend by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 531 | CW: arguing between friends | Tags: mild angst with a happy ending, side steddie, gareth and eddie are bffs 4 lyf

JULY 3: best friends by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 746 | CW: Strong language, Jeff being a literal angel, Eddie and Gareth being feral goblins | Tags: Corroded Coffin; Jeff, Eddie Munson, Grant, Gareth

Do You Play? by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: None | Tags: Making New Friends, Playing D&D

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 3 - Best Friends by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 941 | Tags: Friendship, jealousy, tiny bit of angst, mentions of FOI, tiny bit of Jeff backstory, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe, special appearance of the freshman

To Gareth, From Ronnie by @rip-quizilla | Rating: T | WC: 442 | CW: None | Tags: Ronnie writes a letter to Gareth detailing the truth about being Eddie Munson's best friend.

Day 3: Best Friends by @munson-blurbs | Rating: M | WC: 756 | CW: canon-compliant, bullying, violence | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Jason Carver, Andy, Patrick McKinney, Lucas Sinclair, Gareth's POV, canon dialogue used throughout

Best Buds by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 893 | CW: Language | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

day 03 : best friends by @hawkinsmafia | Rating: G | WC: 541 | CW: one use of the f-slur (directed at self) | Pairing: Gareth Emerson x oc Fox Buckley

Day Four: Eddie Fic Submissions:

a goddamn rockstar by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 912 | CW: language | Tags: side steddie, robin is also here, kinda just feels right to have these 6, new spicy 6 just dropped i guess

JULY 4: eddie by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 712 | CW: Strong language, Upside Down, Kas!Eddie, teeny bit of angst but definitely some comfort at the end.  Also, don’t come at me - I don’t know guitar chords like they do | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jeff, Grant, Vecna, Corroded Coffin

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 4 - Eddie by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 990 | Tags: A tiny bit of angst, protective Eddie, probably bad representation of playing guitar--I don't know much music lingo

Who's Counting? by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Famous Corroded Coffin, Older Steddie, Exes to Lovers, Let's Try This Again, One More Time

Echoes and Silence, Patience and Grace by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 997 | CW: mention of abusive parent, mention of death of a parent, language | POV: Eddie | Tags: Angst with a happy ending, rock star Eddie Munson, Introspective Eddie Munson, character study

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 469 | CW: some post S4 Pairing: None (maybe steddie if you really squint)

Day 4: Eddie by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 619 | CW: bullying, brief violence | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jason Carver, Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, Hawkins High 1985

A Court of Eddie's Reactions by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 994 | CW: Language | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Other Submissions:

Eddie Munson: Fluff Alphabet by @hawkinsmafia | Other Type: Character Alphabet | Rating: G | CW: two minor, non-graphic mentions of sex; one brief mention of recreational marijuana use | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (no assumed gender)

Day Five: On the Road Again Fic Submissions:

On the Road Again - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x GN!reader by @strawberrysodaslut | Rating: G | WC: 700 | Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x GN!reader | Tags: SFW, fluff, no use of Y/N, established relationship no descriptors for reader, sleep troubles, slight mentions of nausea and vomit as well as mentions of the standard toilet system in tour buses, in my writing world the bunks are big enough to fit you and eddie no matter what!

maybe forever by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 689 | CW: none | Tags: bisexual gareth, good friend eddie munson, future fic, super famous corroded coffin

JULY 5: on the road again by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 989 | CW: Strong language, mentions of alcohol, poor attempts at witty banter | Tags: Corroded Coffin

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 5 - On the Road Again by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 993 | Tags: Angst, some swearing, coming of age friendship fluffiness

I'm Done by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language, Non-Sexual Biting | POV: Gareth | Pairing: None | Tags: Struggling Corroded Coffin, Van Tour, Fighting, Goodie Likes to Torment Gareth, It's His Favorite Hobby

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 325 | CW: None Pairing: None

Day 5: On the Road Again by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 835 | CW: slight Eddie x Steve | Pairing: Steddie if you squint | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Steve Harrington

Get in the Van by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: chronic pain, language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: band struggles, touring in a van, author is not American, geographic inacuracies (probably)

Goin' Places That I've Never Been by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 994 | CW: None | Pairing: None | Tags: Wayne joins the band on the road for a couple of days

Art Submissions:

Corroded Coffin Fest Day: 5 “On The Road Again” by @luciferssworld | Eddie's wild driving has the band soaring through their tour from small-town gigs to big city stages, they're ready to take on the world.

Day Six: Heard It In a Love Song Fic Submissions:

does he always do this? by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 995 | CW: mentions of sex | Tags: everyone loves steve, but eddie loves steve like a love song, steddie, corroded coffin friendship

JULY 6: Heard it in a love song by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 314 | CW: Strong language, angst, self-doubt, Grant’s just not sure about much right now | Tags: Grant (Freak)

Love at first sight by @medusapelagia | Rating: T | WC: 997 | CW: None | Pairing: Steve/Eddie

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 6 - Heard It In a Love Song by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 979 | Pairing: Dave/Tina, briefly alluded Eddie/OC | Tags: Unrequited Feelings, Confessions, Mutual Pining, Song Fic

The First, and the Last by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Older Steddie, Everlasting Love, Getting Married

Day 6: Heard It In a Love Song by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 615 | CW: unrequited love, angst, fem!Reader | Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader | Tags: Eddie Munson, Reader, Steve Harrington, Corroded Coffin, wedding

Take the Chance by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 994 | CW: None | Pairing: Gareth x Barb | Tags: Gareth is nervous about talking to his crush, so the other guys help him out

July 6th: I heard it in a love song by @lilmissdoomandgloomfics | Rating: T | WC: 921 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: on a hot summer evening Eddie’s trying to write a softer song for Corroded Coffins upcoming show

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 401 | CW: None Pairing: Steddie

Big thank you to everyone who submitted for week one! I hope to see you again for week two! 🦇

[steddieas-shegoes]

wrote a song about you

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'your song'

rated e | 998 words | cw: sexual content | tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, blowjob, anal sex, gareth and sam are losers in love

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Gareth is not a singer. He knows it, everyone knows it.

He doesn't even contribute much to the lyrics usually. It's not that he's bad at writing songs, it's just that Eddie is so good at it. Jeff's a pretty close second. He's not even in the same atmosphere with them.

But he still jots down thoughts he has in case they ever turn into something worth mentioning.

When Corroded Coffin takes a much needed break, he spends his days at Sam's apartment. Sam works all day at the school a few blocks away, but Gareth doesn't mind finding things to keep him busy. Most of the time, it's cleaning, or running errands for Sam, or texting the guys random memes.

He writes in his journal, too, but he doesn't tell anyone.

At least not until he's staring down at what seems to be a complete song, one he wrote entirely by himself, and one he's actually quite proud of. Sam's in the shower, dinner is heating up in the oven, and Gareth is smiling at a piece of paper with the most disgustingly romantic lyrics he's ever seen.

He's not sure if this can even be turned into a song for them.

Gareth hides his journal when he hears the shower shut off, suddenly scared that Sam will hate it. He shows Sam a lot of the gibberish he writes down, always gets encouraged, and then forgets about it. Once in a while, if something makes it into one of their songs, Sam recognizes it and beams over at him proudly, like he can't believe he gets to hear words Gareth wrote on the radio.

"Babe!" Sam calls from the bathroom. "You busy?"

Gareth rushes to the bathroom, nearly slipping on the tile floor when he stops next to Sam.

He's got a towel wrapped around his waist, his short hair dripping water onto his shoulders. He's leaning over the sink, plucking a hair from between his eyebrows.

"You okay?" Gareth asks, unable to stop his hands from drifting to Sam's sides, lips pressing a soft kiss to his shoulders.

"Mhm," Sam leans back into Gareth and closes his eyes. "Just was gonna ask if you were gonna tell me about the gray hair on the side of my head or wait for me to see it myself."

Gareth laughed against his shoulder. "Neither. I was gonna try to pull it while you slept so you never knew."

Sam turned to kiss Gareth's lips, his tongue brushing against his bottom lip slowly.

"I'm only 31. How am I gonna keep up with my hot rockstar future husband if I keep finding gray hairs?" Sam mumbles against his lips.

Gareth turns him and tugs the towel away from his waist, leaving him naked and half-hard.

"Your hot future husband is plucking his gray hairs out daily so he stays hot enough for you," Gareth smiles as he kisses down Sam's neck. "I like the gray on you."

"Oh yeah?" Sam's smirking, head tilted back as he lets Gareth's mouth wander down his chest. "You got a thing for older men?"

"You know I do." Gareth looks up at him from his knees, rolling his eyes. "I'm marrying you, aren't I?"

"I'm barely a year older than you."

Gareth doesn't respond, just takes Sam's hard cock in his mouth and moans. His favorite thing in the world is making Sam feel good, so he can't resist the urge to swallow around his length, gripping his thighs to pull him closer.

"Fuck, baby, what brought this on?" Sam gasps out.

It's not unusual for them to mess around randomly, but considering that dinner will be ready any minute, he can see why Sam's a bit surprised. Gareth has taken cooking very seriously over the band's break, and anything that may risk his meals not coming out perfect is a no-go.

Except for a blowjob in the bathroom, apparently.

Gareth pulled off after another minute, grinning up at Sam as he wiped his mouth. "Wanna ride you."

"Now?" Sam asked in disbelief, breathing heavy from what Gareth had already managed to do to him.

"Now."

"But-"

"Do you not want me to ride your dick? Because I can just go ride the one in my bedside drawer instead," Gareth knows he's being a bit of a brat, but he doesn't care. He wants what he wants.

"I always want you to ride my dick, baby. I just thought dinner was-"

"Fuck dinner. Let me fuck you."

Sam's nodding before Gareth even stands up all the way.

They do make a detour to the kitchen to turn off the oven before Gareth drags Sam to the bed, ignoring his protest that his hair was still wet.

He opens himself up, makes Sam watch, makes him keep his hands to himself. He loves seeing how desperate he gets when he can't do what he wants.

When he finally slides down on Sam's cock, they both let out shaky breaths.

"I wrote a song about you," Gareth says as he sits there, adjusting to the feeling of being so full. "Might actually show it to everyone."

"Yeah?" Sam's blushing, or maybe just turning red from trying not to move inside Gareth.

"Wrote about this."

"Fuck, baby." Sam can't hold back anymore, which is exactly what Gareth wanted. Sam's hands grip his ass, spreading his cheeks apart and lifting him up before pulling him back down. "Can't believe you wrote a sex song."

"I'll show you after."

Gareth's knowledge of exactly what Sam likes is what gets them both coming in less than a few minutes.

When Gareth's collapsed on Sam's chest, both of them still catching their breaths, he starts humming the guitar riff he imagined Eddie playing for the song.

"Gonna sing it to me?" Sam whispered.

"Maybe after another round," Gareth smiled against Sam's sweaty skin. "I'll have to see if it needs edits after I fuck you against the wall."

[wurm-food]

IF SO EVIL WHY SO HOT??? she was built for me actually

One Piece - #998

[leiawritesstories]

Kiss Me Again

Rowaelin Month, Day 5: A Bad Date

Word count: 998

Warnings: mild swearing, Chaol

enjoy!!!

@rowaelinscourt

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Chaol Westfall was a terrible kisser. 

Aelin resisted for as long as she possibly could, but the second she got into her house and closed the door behind her, she was wiping her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand and doing her utter best not to gag at the too-recent memory of Chaol’s uncomfortably moist hands on her shoulders. The kiss had been both too short and far too long, barely more than a press of his quivering lips to her carefully painted lipstick, and she’d watched him lick his lips right before going for the kiss. 

The oblivious jackass hadn’t even noticed that her eyes had stayed wide open. 

“That bad?” 

Aelin jumped a little at the unexpected question. “What?” 

“Tell me I didn’t just see you trying to bleach Westfall’s slobber off your lips,” Elide deadpanned. She’d been Aelin’s roommate since they were in college; they were as close as sisters. 

“That’s it.” Aelin shrugged. “I’ll give him points for paying, but that won’t get his dating score up from absolute zero.” 

“I told you not to go on that date.” 

Aelin sighed heavily. “Ells, I’ve been single and horny for way too long. I need an orgasm that I haven’t given myself, and a date is usually the best way to get there.” 

Elide shrugged. “There’s so many other options, and you went for Mr. Vanilla from your workplace? Please, you’re as cliché as a YA romance.” She looped her arm around Aelin. “But I love you, and I can help you get a worthwhile date.” 

“Fuck off,” Aelin laughed. “Remember the last time you set me up?” She grimaced. “I’m still shocked I made it home in one piece.” 

About six months ago, Elide had set Aelin up on a blind date with a guy she’d met at a club. He’d hit on her, but Elide was very much taken, so she’d offered to set him up with Aelin, and he’d accepted. The date was spectacularly awful–Aelin came home in a taxi barely an hour after she’d left. Apparently, the guy had showed up off-his-ass high on something and made a sleazy comment. So Aelin had punched him in the face and left. 

“Yeah, maybe that wasn’t the best idea,” Elide agreed. “I’m still not letting you stay single and horny, though! I’ll think of something else.” 

“Oh gods,” Aelin groaned, theatrically. “I’m scared.” 

Elide snickered. “Don’t be.” She was already texting, her fingers flying across her phone screen. “I’m just asking Lor which one of his friends he’s willing to sacrifice.” 

“Funny,” Aelin drawled. “Am I really that bad?” 

“Of course not.” Elide winked at her. “But I will eviscerate the next guy who hurts you, so it might very well be a sacrifice.” 

Laughing, Aelin headed upstairs. “Let me know when you’ve figured it out, Ells!” 

The very next morning, Elide greeted Aelin with a big mug of fresh coffee and an even bigger grin. “Good morning, Ae!” 

“Uh, good morning, Ells.” Aelin eyed her roommate–who was far too cheerful for seven in the morning–warily. “What’s got you all bright-eyed this morning? I didn’t hear Lorcan crawling out of the window last night.” 

Elide blushed bright pink at the memory. “You’re the worst.” She perked up astonishingly quickly. “You have a date!” 

“That’s…great, I guess.” 

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. At least pretend to be excited.” 

“I don’t know about that, Ells. I’m a cynic at heart, and even if I wasn’t, I have shit luck with blind dates.” Aelin drained her coffee. “I need to get dressed.” 

“You do not have shit luck, most guys are just douchebags.” Elide took her empty coffee mug and squeezed her hand. “This guy is Lorcan’s oldest friend, though, and Lor promised to beat him up if he does anything wrong.” 

“All right, I suppose I can deal with that.” A grin flicked across Aelin’s face. “Text me whatever details I need.” 

~

It was nearly midnight when Aelin walked up to her house, hand in hand with Rowan–the unexpectedly chivalrous, impossibly gorgeous man Elide and Lorcan had set her up with. Her eyes were bright with alcohol and excitement, and she walked slowly, careful to keep her heels from clicking too loudly on the cement of the driveway. 

“Shhh,” she whispered when Rowan’s shoes scuffed at the pavement. “We don’t want to wake my lovely roommate.” 

He chuckled, the deep rumble setting her nerves alight. “I dunno, Ae. What about payback for all the times she and Lor have woken you up?” 

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” She flashed him a wicked, conspiratorial grin. “C’mon.” Swiftly, she unlocked the door, let herself and Rowan into the house, locked up, and led him upstairs. 

“I like your room,” he murmured, his hands coming to rest hot and heavy against her waist. 

She smirked up at him and slid one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder. “I like you being in my room.” Fueled partially by liquid courage and partially by some inexplicable spark burning between the two of them, she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his. 

He melted into the kiss, shifting his hands down to her hips and hoisting her effortlessly into his arms. “Aelin,” he groaned as he pulled back for breath. 

“Rowan,” she whispered back. Trust glimmered deep in her eyes. “Kiss me again.” 

“I might not be able to stop if I do that,” he murmured. 

She carded her fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you to stop.” 

He caught a sharp breath and tipped his lips down to hers, stopping barely centimeters away. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure.” It was a near-desperate breath. 

“Good.” Rowan kissed Aelin again, completely banishing the faint traces of Chaol’s pathetic kiss attempt from her mind. 

And they spent the rest of the night making Aelin’s bed creak and squeal so loudly that Elide wore her earplugs downstairs to breakfast the next morning.