#i watched um. a lot of tutorials on shading

[keivtev]

battle of the bands episode (extras under the cut!)

[lrgoescrazy]

Hi hi um you helped me with one of my drawings on the criticism club, tysmmmmmm for that, I've fixed it a lot but I'm not done colouring so I won't be posting it yet :) your advice was insanely helpful, because I realised the arm wouldn't be there,and a BUNCH of other things

I was just exploring your posts and OMG HOW YOU RENDER SKIN AND HAIR IS SOO PRETTY AND GORGEOUS OMG!!! AND I LOVE THAT ONE DRAWING OF AN EYE U MADE AHH!

Sooo while i was looking at my fav post of yours, I was reading the description and you were talking about the new blend brush in magma! So, I'm assuming you use magma? I've been using it for like, half a year, but im not a pro at digital art so I don't really know what all the layer settings and whatever are. I did watch a video but it was a bit confusing. I know about like opacity and whatnot but I'm still a bit confused on mainly the layer settings. Also, I can't find any tutorials on magma apart from blending :(

I was wondering if U could maybe explain a bit, just the basics like multiply and add and most of the layer settings a begginer would use :) I'm sort of stepping out of my comfort zone because I don't usually bother with colouring and stuff. Any tips U recommend for magma would also help tons! Omg I just realised that this is kind of a stupid request because you probably have to explain a lot... Sorry!

idk how to end this ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌

ok ok this will be a long post!!

i made this graphic a long time ago for my friend @mythology-lover, this is using all layer blend modes with the colour bright orange, so you can see what each one does. most of them are self explanatory, I hope. there is no "add" in magma, but colour dodge is similar. I'll go over how to use the blend modes below!

not sure if you want to know how to use the blend modes to render stuff but i'll show you anyway lol

this was a drawing i posted, and i actually detailed my step by step process for my friend again, but I use multiply or darken for shading, its the best way to shade and personally I use dark red for shading but this can change based on lighting. obv I also lower the opacity cuz I don't want bright red. my tip for using multiply is to use a colour more saturated/brighter than you think you would use, cuz multiply ends up darkening the colour anyway.

i recommend using blend modes for shading because they have some "transparency" to them, if you put on shading in a block colour with no blend mode it'll just cover up things you already drew like blush or makeup. i also just create more multiply layers to build up darker and darker shadows.

also, when it comes to more dramatic lighting, ill just put a multiply layer over the WHOLE drawing since in real life in a dark scene there will be a shadow over everything including darker shadows for the actual details. after I add the multiply layer (this one is blue because its supposed to be a nighttime scene and the sky is dark blue) I just erase parts where light is hitting the object

(this isnt well done because im making this quickly)

and when it comes to lighting i like to use overlay, it creates this really nice saturated glowy effect. you can use colour dodge too but it creates these weird artifacts of pixels that are a completely different colour, at least for me

with overlay

also maybe you already know this, but the little square icon next to the opacity bar is alpha lock its useful if you don't wanna have to make a whole layer and clip it to the layer underneath

also... my BEST advice for magma has got to be to use filters, they save my life, and I frequently use them when my colours arent looking too good. and I specifically LOVE using the "curves" option when you click filters.

they let you control how bright the drawing is, and specifically the amount of each colour (red, green, and blue) in your drawing

here i reduced blue, increased red, and reduced yellow, plus reduced contrast and increased saturation plus made it a bit brighter. looks a lot better in my opinion, filters can really save a drawing lol

random tips: use lasso selection its basically necessary! if the paint bucket/fill tool isn't working that great, increase tolerance and turn on anti-alias, you can also try using the smart option. although I gotta say generally I don't use fill tool as it only really works if you have very clean, sharp, and connected lines. usually what I'll do instead to save time on colouring is make a layer below the lineart, and then make the target layer "above," and then fill it, then fill in the gaps manually. i also recommend using the full mode layout option, unless you have a small screen then it's most optimal, because then you can see all the tools and options.

i also use this layout thing, idk what its called, and have each one be a different brush with different settings (for me, one will be a soft brush with hardness and density lowered, another a hard round (default) brush, another a textured lineart brush, a brush for stars, freckles, or other scattered dots where I just turn up spacing, scattering and jitter for size variation)

also... make sure you flip your canvas to catch your mistakes, you wont notice them until you see it from a different perspective, and the flip canvas button is up top

its this one

this is for colouring, but periodically go to "view" and click "show in greyscale" so you can see the contrast between your colours. if everything's the same shade or similar shade of grey, you need to make some parts darker or lighter to make them stand out

ngl i think that's it, unless there's something else you need to know. just realised I've been using magma for like 4 years at this point, time really flies by. hope I helped!

[thefanficmonster]

You Call It A Mess, We Call It Baking

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tons of fluff

Summary: A friendly argument via Discord leads to a baking session. Said baking session leads to a kitchen looking like it was the victim of a tornado. The lesson here is: don’t leave Corpse and Y/N in the kitchen together.

Requested by Anon, thank you so much for your request, hope I captured what you wanted well and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Corpse’s POV

I’ve been sitting in a Discord call with Y/N for about three years now, keeping her company as she’s editing some footage Sean sent her earlier. In the meantime, I’m reviewing the recently submitted stories by my viewers, reading some lines I find funny or downright terrifying to her.

“When I went in the kitchen to check on the cake, it was already out of the oven, a sticky note next to it on the counter that read: ‘smells nice’. My blood ran cold.“ I read the eerie sentence that is suggesting one of my most frightening scenarios - a stalker getting inside your house. I get chills just imagining what was probably going on in the sender’s head when they saw that.

“Jeez, it’s been so long since I’ve cooked something other than omelet.“ I hear Y/N reply absentmindedly, completely neglecting the fear factor of what’s going on in the story.

“Good job missing the point.” I chuckle, my eyes continuing to scan the email until my brain actually comprehends what she said, “Wait, you mean to tell me you have baked anything ever?! No offense, Y/N, but I was honestly doubting your ability to make an omelet as well. In all the years we’ve been friends I can’t remember you ever not saying ‘I hade takeout’ when I asked you what you had for dinner.” 

The scoff that comes through my headphones is the most adorable thing ever. She’s one to easily take a joke and never get offended by anything, but I know how heated she can get with her sarcasm. If I’m being honest, I’m always here for it. 

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Corpsy. A girl’s gotta have some aces up her sleeve.“ I can just imagine the narrowing of here eyes and the tilting of her head as she says that. She has a very specific way of expressing her thoughts. When we first met I accidentally made the comparison to one of those children’s books that have pictures, stories and small buttons for audio. That comparison has stuck with me and I look back at it very often. To fully catch her point, you don’t just listen to her. No, no, no. You focus on every change in her face and body. The way she looks away during certain parts of her speech, the way her voice plays with several different tones at once. Her posture while speaking. Just like those books - you don’t just listen to the audio, you look at the pictures and read the text.

“Well you know how much I like playing poker, why don’t you come over and throw those aces down.“ The last thing you should ever give Y/N is a challenge. She won’t only homerun it, but will never let you forget it either. When we met she was a girl with self esteem in the negatives, so seeing her brag about her achievements to me always brings me joy.

The details I’ve listed are pretty in-depth, aren’t they? That’s because I don’t want to let anything slip when it comes to her. This realization hit me early in our friendship and it was only like two years in that I finally connected the dots - this investment in her of mine was not simple nor platonic. Come to think of it, I reckon it never was.

“No way, I’m not changing out of my pajamas just to come to your house.” She laughs, once again making me picture her full body reaction to her statement.

I smirk, knowing I’m about to bring out my main weapon, “Oh come on, I’ve seen you in pajamas countless times. You can just admit you don’t wanna embarrass yourself. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

I can sense her fuming even though she’s like two miles away. “I’ll be there in 15.”

She hangs up before getting the chance to hear me lose control of the laughter I’ve been suppressing. 

Man, I love this girl.

Y/N’s POV 

“It’s on.“ I say as soon as the door in front of me swings open to reveal the smug smirking face of my bestfriend. The foundation of my tough, unbothered act is shaken up by the outburst of butterflies in my stomach which occurs every time I see him. I can never look at this man and not turn at least a little red in the cheeks. 

It’s been long since I self-diagnosed with the malicious ‘falling for someone who would never reciprocate my feelings’ illness. I’ve been living with it for a while. What medication do I take? Dating other guys. One bad relationship after another, scolding myself that every one of them has been a desperate attempt to get him to change his gaze on me from ‘best friend’ to something more. Hell, I don’t even know how to define that ‘something more’. I once even tried to admit my feelings, but I was so vague and so incoherent that I didn’t understand myself, so how was he supposed to grasp my downright sad excuse of a confession. 

“No ‘hello’, no nothing?“ He moves aside to let me in. I walk right past him with a sassy flip of my hair to mask the nervousness of being aware that his eyes were on me, “Rude.“ He murmured with an obvious smile in his tone.

He looks as cute as ever, black sweatpants and a black tee, hair messy as though he has just rolled out of bed. I can say with the upmost certainty that he’s the only one who can pull of that hairstyle.

I hide mine as I throw on the apron that’s hanging by his fridge, ready to take over his kitchen and put those aces of mine to use. I can’t help but furrow my brows when I see him enter the kitchen behind me and lean against the counter. That’s when I notice the counter is lined with all the ingredients I’ll need for the cake I had in mind. 

“OK, what do we do first?“ he claps his hands together, straightening his posture as he gives me a expectant look.

It takes all my brain cells to prevent me from freezing up completely. I’m not usually like this, mind you, I’m a lot better at keeping what’s going on inside my head camouflaged. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I don’t have much time to dwell on that. If I do, he’ll pick up on it right away.

“Um, we are not gonna do anything. I will be here baking, and you will remain outside the kitchen until I’m done. If you need something, ask and I’ll bring it to you. I can’t have you sabotaging my project, impostor.” I narrow my eyes at him like he’s the most dangerous of threats. And he is, for my mental sanity.

He fakes a hurt expression, clearly fighting to the best of his ability to hide how much he’s enjoying messing with me. “We’ve known each other for five years, Y/N. Don’t you trust me?”

I lean over the counter to where we’re about two feet apart and whisper, “Not. Even. A. Little. Bit.”

He smiles, “You’re just trying to get away with making this cake by watching a YouTube tutorial. Admit it, you can’t even crack an egg properly.” His eyes are now as narrowed as mine as we stare each other down at a proximity that’s rapidly raising my body temperature and heartbeat. It’s not fair. I’m a mess around him so he automatically has the upper hand.

As expected, I give in, “You better not mess around though.”

After I force him to give me several different oaths, we start. I’m working on the batter, he’s working on the frosting. We decided to decorate it with crimson and dark purple frosting. We’re both really pick about the color shades so he’s currently struggling to get the crimson perfect. 

“Let’s make it a layer cake.“ He suggests out of the blue, “Two layers, nothing crazy.“

I think it over for a moment or two before shrugging, “OK, but then you better grab a bowl and help me with the second layer. You know how to make the batter, right?”

He confirms that he does and walks out of my line of sight. I hear him open the fridge as I whisk the eggs I have cracked with the sugar. 

“You want something to drink?“ He asks while rummaging through the fridge.

I decline, try to focus on the recipe that I have somehow memorized to the smallest of details. As I’m reciting the it silently to make sure I didn’t skip any steps with the batter, I feel something cold run down my back causing me to scream.

“What the fuck was that?!“ I turn around and glare at him just as the ice cube slips out from under my hoodie and falls to the floor. The fucker’s laughing whole heartedly, not giving a damn that he just gave me a mini heart attack. Mainly cause I thought it was a roach or something, and he know I hate bugs.

“You do realize how boiling red you are, right? You look like a lobster. I thought you needed something to cool you down.“

Instead of being annoyed, I do a full 180 and decide to play his game, “Yeah, I know...” I trail off, reaching my hand back towards the bowl of flour. Grabbing a a handful of the white powder I throw it at him before he can even catch on. Needless, to say, his outfit and hair aren’t so black anymore. “Ah, I knew your hair would look good with snowflakes in it, but you can never be too sure.”

“This means war, Y/N.” His smile is borderline malicious, getting me excited for what’s to come. 

Him and I have always had these so called wars, but never like you’d imagine. We are silent, strategic, subtle. Neither of us knows when the other will attack until it’s too late. That’s why instead of going for a counter-attack right away, he heads to complete his mission of making the batter for the second layer.

All is quiet except the noises of the utensils clinking together every now and then. I keep a close watch on him out of the corner of my eye and I notice no sus behavior. That is until I see him take a spoonful of his batter and eat it. I whirl around at the speed of a gust of wind, eyes wide, “Do you want to fuck up your guts.” He ignores me as he takes another spoonful, bringing it close to his mouth. This time, I grab onto his arm causing the contents of the spoon to spill on my hoodie.

I roll my eyes, unbothered by the brown stain that by some miracle missed the apron and fell on my grey hoodie, “Don’t. Eat. The. Batter. Copy?“

“Paste.“ He nods, smirking with pride as he puts the spoon aside.

I sigh and return to my side of the kitchen, focusing on the next task: poring the batter into the circular baking tray which he, for some reason, has two of. He repeats the task soon after me and we put the two trays in the oven. I help him with the frosting, getting the shades close enough to what we had in mind. 

After about five minutes of the crusts baking, a wonderful smell spreads throughout the kitchen. At this point, all we have to do is wait for the oven to signal that our cinnamon crust is ready to be taken out, wait for it to cool down and then frost the cake.

“It smells really good.“ He comments, turning his head to look at me.

I’m sitting atop the kitchen counter and Corpse is standing next to me. This is the only time him and I are at approximately the same height. The realization brings a thought to my mind, one that makes me feel like an evil mastermind.

“Hey, remember earlier when you said I couldn’t crack an egg properly?“ He hums affirmatively, “Well...“

The carton of eggs is within arm’s reach. I grab an egg, chip it off the side of the counter and crack it apart above his head, its contents coating his hair. “How’s that for a proper egg crack?” I ask victoriously.

He lets out a surprised sound, something between a gasp and a laugh. Shaking his head to get the yoke to fall down, he says amusedly: “I don’t know...you tell me.”

Too late for me to do anything. There’s milk all over me.

The malicious smile on his face is replicated on mine and now it’s really on. However, as we reach for the items meant to be out weapons, the oven dings.

Frosting the cake goes about as well as you expect: there’s more frosting on us than the cake itself.

“Let’s make amends, please. I’m so not looking forward to taking three showers tonight.“ I say, raising a white napkin and waving it around.

“Fair enough.“ He shrugs and we shake hands.

As I’m about to pull my hand back, he holds onto it, making me look up at him. Our eyes lock and I suddenly regain that same shakiness and vulnerability I always have around him. It never leaves me, I just manage to ignore it. The sound of my panic is muffled by the sound of my heart thumping the loudest it has ever. 

Expectedly, he is the bold one who makes the first and final move. The move to end one era of us and start another. His lips touch mine and all fades. It’s just him and I. The friends who were never just friends. The cowards who suck at dealing with emotions. The fearful little kids that are afraid of rejection because we both mean so much to each other, to the point of suffering to prevent the possibility of losing one another.

We embrace who we are, finally admitting that friends is not what we are meant to remain forever.

The kiss might’ve been brief, but the meaning it carries makes it the most valuable moment of my life. One I’ll cherish forever. Something in his eyes tells me he will too. That’s all I need. That’s all we need. No words are necessary.

Suddenly, our bubble bursts as a result of his ringing phone. He lets go of one of my hands and takes his phone from the counter.

“It’s Dave”, he smiles, picking up the call and turning to get me in the camera frame. “Hey Dave, look who’s here with me.“

I wave at the camera and at the baffled face of Dave. “Hi!”

“What, in the name of God, is that mess?“ He raises both his eyebrows as his eyes scan us and the kitchen behind us.

“You call it a mess, we call it baking.“ Corpse and I look at each other and smile, blushing as red as the streak in Dave’s hair.

“Am I missing something here? Did I call at a bad time?“ He asks, still struggling to rationalize what he is seeing.

“Yeah, you actually did. I’ll call you back.“ Corpse dead-ass hangs up on him, putting his phone away before turning to me, “We have more important matters at the moment.“

He kisses me again, this time more confidently. His arms wrap around me and prep me up on the counter, insinuating that this kiss won’t be as short as the last.

[tinyfantasminha]

👉👈 Hello! I just wanna say that I really love your work! Um if you don't mind, I want to ask you how you learned to color? Like with shading and lighting? I've been viewing lots of tutorials on how to color but I still get confused on how they figure out where to place shadows and stuff... I hope my question isn't too vague;;

Please feel free to ignore this ask if you don't want to answer. Thank you for your time!

PS: All my mortal possessions go to your bday card. You look gorgeous 😭

Hi anon! 💗💗 Thank you for your words! 💕💕

Mmm that is difficult for me to say because at some point even I'm clueless about what am I doing 😭But I guess all I can say that got me better at coloring is... using other art as reference? There are many, many ways to color and I like sometimes trying new things that I've seen in other art, like ''oh I like how the skin is shaded in this art, imma save this in my art reference folder because it might be helpful!'' And then I'd try to color just like in my reference-

Although tutorials aren't all that reliable but they might help when it comes to the process of shading/lighting techniques and layer modes. Like, ''I guess I get the idea of how this lighting is done but I don't know how to reach that result or make it look the way I want'' and some tutorials might have exactly what you're looking for!

Another tip I could give if you're struggling with color tones with the shading specifically, is to give a chance to greyscale coloring, which is a technique in which all shading is done in a monochrome palette and then you add the colors with a color mode layer. I used this technique in this Azul art and this Malleus art, and I think it really payed off!

This is one the simplest tutorials on greyscale that I could find, and also the one I used because I use SAI 😭

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUfoweNV3fA&t=233s

And this tool is really useful when it comes to shading/lighting of the face in different angles! You move the 3D model and adjust the source of light as you wish.

I hope I could be somewhat helpful 😭😭😭 uuu even when there are so many good artists out here you chose to reach out to me, I'm flattered 😳😳😳😳👉👈

[randombtsprincessa]

Buoyed Up

All Rights Reserved. © RandomBTSPrincessa, Tulips98.

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Words: 4.8k

Genre: Fluffy Smut

Rating: Mature/Explicit (18+)

Summary: You take your boyfriend to soak up the sun on his birthday.

Playlist: Robokid - Ur Touch | Figgy - Do It Like Us | Tinashe - Days In The West (Drake Cover) (Ekali Remix)

Warnings: Yatching trip, Hoseok gets wet and shirtless, ogling, explicit smut, nipple/breast play, nipple biting, face sitting, unprotected sex (be safe folksies), hickies, profanity, dirty talk and dirty thoughts.

A/N: Happy birthday to my beautiful Sunboy! I would also like to thank @yeoldontknow​ for the nipple play inspiration and a special someone who shall not be named for the face sitting scene. I know you’re going to read this, don’t play. 

You had never been this thankful for a correct weather forecast before.

The sky and sea stretched out seamlessly in front of you in a brilliant canvas of blue. The wind was crisp and fresh. The wooden slats of the dock platform squeaked in your ears and right in your line of sight was the magnificence you had booked for one of the most important events of the year.

The star of said event was behind you, clutching your hand stretched out between you, fingers entwined. The squeezes he trapped your hands in could be seen as a form of expressing his affection…or simply conveying how nervous he was right now.

Your eyes, protected by the darkened haze of the sunglass could spy the captain and owner of the Yacht boat, wrapping and tying cords at the entrance, feet following the direction when one final, tighter squeeze made you pause, turning to look askance at the man behind you.

Hoseok, the birthday boy, wore a silky white shirt, so long and baggy it almost completely hid his lithe frame, nearly kissing his knees. Beneath them, you could just spy his denim shorts, and beneath them…well, his knees shook a little and toes squiggled in his sandals.

“What?” You asked.

“I just…um, are you sure, it’s alright for us to…take a boat?” He queried.

You paused. “What?” You tried again.

“I mean, things could go wrong if we’re alone. Storms, leaks, shark attacks, whale attacks,” He listed and for a split second, you allowed amusement to color your tone.

“Whales, baby?” You teased and he grumbled.

You had to sigh. You knew your boyfriend was a bit…easily rattled. So when you’d announced your plans for his birthday and he’d whooped enthusiastically, you’d taken a minute to talk him through it. It was a yacht, a decently large and comfortable engine based boat which would take you across to a private section of the shallows where you would spend the day. You would drive, there would be food and drinks and a luxurious day of sunning.

He had been thoroughly stress relieved, with fried chicken and soda before agreeing to your plans.

Of course, you should’ve known that coming out here and seeing things for himself would bring his earlier fears back to the surface.

You tugged him closer to your body. “If you’re really worried, then we can go back. I’m sure I can get a bit of a refund if we ask nicely.”

Hoseok didn’t meet your eyes, looking over your head at the captain who had spotted you by now, getting to his feet expectantly. “Did you pay a lot?”

“Just the standard fee; but your comfort is more important.” You promised, soothing a hand across his bicep.

“I’m…I’m fine, I just…”

“I’ll be steering, we will only go to the shallows and come straight back tomorrow.” You reassured again.

His big brown eyes met yours now, triangle lips pouting in thought before he uttered one word. “Fine,”

The captain, a hand carding through his crew cut, grinned at you when you finally towed Hoseok over to him and his boat. “Good morning, ma’am, didn’t I tell you there’ll be good sun and wind the day you want her?”

You laughed. “Yes, captain, you sure did. This is the birthday boy, by the way; Hoseok, my boyfriend.”

“Pleasure,” He stretched out a hand to shake Hoseok’s, toothily beaming. “You got a fine vibe around you, sir.”

Hobi hesitated before managing a smile. “So, who’s the ‘her’ you were talking about?” he asked.

The Cap turned, placing a gentle hand along the gleaming body of the yacht. “The most precious thing I own, meet Ferret. Come on in”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Hoseok’s stunned expression as he moved in. “He calls it Ferret?” He muttered.

“It’s cute,” You returned, turning your attention to the man in question as he gave you a basic run down of the boat again. You’d already gotten the tutorial and studied the manuals thoroughly over the last month.

You moved over the large reception and living space, glancing through the stocked little kitchenette in the back. The bedroom and bathroom were below deck, and the sun bed and fore deck sparkled from the cleaning it had undergone.

“What do you think?” You asked.

Hoseok sat on the padded sofa in the living, looking around and considering. “It’s good, I like it.”

“That’s what I like to hear. So, if that’ll be all, ma’am; I’ll hop off board.” He walked off, untying the rope that held the Ferret to its spot. “You’ll be back by noon tomorrow, eh?”

“Absolutely,” You shook his hand again, watching him cast a look over the vessel once more.

When he walked off, disappearing around the corner of the wooden walkway, you turned around to see your boyfriend smiling lightly at you.

“What?” You said, returning the smile.

“Nothing, just…” His teeth peeked out. “I’m happy I get to spend the day with you. I hope the guys don’t miss me too much.”

“They can have you tomorrow.” You reached out to pull him to his feet, planting a smacking kiss on his upturned lips. “Today you’re mine. Now come up, let’s take Ferret for a ride.”

Hoseok and you climbed up on to the ‘cockpit’ of the Ferret, set up high on the deck and over the galley for visibility and navigation.

“You’re sure you know how to do this, right? Don’t make me have to sail us back tomorrow.” He joked, climbing on to the day bed next to the steering console table as you sat in the chair.

“I might just throw you overboard on your birthday.” You warned absentmindedly.

You slid in the master key first, turning it and pressing the toggle switches on. The LED display lit up, welcoming the captain and panels of instruction and controls came up.

“Where are we going?” Hoseok asked again, curiously, watching you fiddle with the steering, the autopilot and infra red view to go over anything that may come up under the boat. He wasn’t too enthused with the idea but safety was key if he wanted to come back to shore with you.

“We’ll head over to the shallows; find a quiet spot to spend the day. Tomorrow we sail back.” You explained before the purr of the engine carried over the winds.

He watched you turn the small wheel on the control, carefully maneuvering out and away from the docks. The other boats and water vessels slowly decreased in size with the distance gained and again Hoseok internally expressed some gratitude to the heavens that his birthday came up on a relatively less busy day. It was not too cold to take far off vacations but it was still too cold to take one as this.

“Kick back, we have some time before we get there.” You said and he did just that.

Dropping his head back, he tossed his arms up behind to cradle his skull. The sun basked platform warmed his back, which his face heated up with the sun overhead. Soon it would be hot enough to actually warrant a dip in the seas.

He turned his head to look at his girlfriend, hair tied up and off the face, back ramrod straight even though there was nothing in the vicinity to even remotely pose a threat. She was wearing his chain, he noticed. The idea bloomed adoration in his chest, expanding and breathing air into his veins.

The engine had moved from a kitten’s purr to a loud roar, kicking up sea spray that misted around the vessel, cool and smooth as it hit the exposed parts of his skin. He undid the small scarf he had looped into his belt loop to wrap around his hair. He doubted it would do much, but he didn’t want to risk the salt water messing with the dye that was still settling into his scalp.

By the time they reached the shallows, it was reaching midday. You had cut the engine when you reached the shallows, steering till you were close to one of the small out crop of beach land that attracted the tourists. He could spy only one family, farther away into the distance but thankfully, they were too far to make their presence known obviously.

The autopilot engaged just in case, both of you migrated down to the galley, with you digging out a bottle of chilled champagne from the kitchenette. The bubbly popped loudly, with Hoseok cringing at the volume before the rich, crisp alcohol was poured into a stem less flute, kept to the minimum because his tolerance of alcohol was laughably low and well known.

He shuddered to imagine flushing crimson and losing touch with reality this early into the day.

The first hour was given to simply sitting in the shaded part of the deck, nursing the alcohol and catching up on the activities that were missed out on due to the hectic schedules of your lives.

Hoseok wrapped an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his frame as he lounged back, feet up on the table, hair fluffing with the passing breeze. The heat, contrasting with the coolness of the sea air and the champagne was enough to lull you into the sleepy state, his soft hums echoing in your ear.

“Hey,” He said finally, his voice teasing. “Don’t’ fall asleep on me now.”

You smiled, sitting up against him. “Sorry, you just feel so peaceful.”

Hoseok kissed you softly before his eyes flickered to the expanse of water behind you. “Take a swim with me?”

Hoseok had been right. The sun had warmed the air enough for the water to be tolerable. Salty, cool and soothing, he plunged into the not too deep waters, his girlfriend laughing as she tossed one of the yacht’s floats in after him.

His head popped up just as you sat down at the edge of the boat, your feet kicking up water towards him.

“Aren’t you going to join?” He called.

“Nah, I want to watch you enjoy.” Your smirk made it clear you were enjoying the view indeed, fingers playing with the fabric of his discarded shirt.

Hoseok smirked right back, swimming closer so he could grab onto a wayward ankle. “Are you planning some mischief, darling?” He asked.

Your face turned impish. “Of course not,” You returned.

“Too bad, because I am.”

A hand smacked hard at the water, cupping and sending a wave of water straight at your face. He backed up quickly, laughing wildly at the stunned look on your face.

“Oh my god, I’m going to kill you!” You screeched, slipping off the deck straight into the water, uncaring of the water soaking through your clothes as you chased after Hoseok.

You spent about an hour in the water, splashing at each other and trying to swim around the other to escape the constant barrages of water. Even as the sun began to dip westwards, the temperature dropped, the cool water chilling against your skin.

Hoseok made you clamber up first, following quickly as you allowed the sea water to drain away first before entering the living space of the yacht.

The evening sun slanted down the slatted windows, illuminating the bags of clothes you’d stocked for the trip two days ago, when you were checking over the yacht one last time. A duffel bag, stuffed with both of your underwear, two extra tops and a change of pants.

Hobi moved to his clothes quickly as you flung them out onto the bed, quickly shucking off the shorts he wore, revealing his boxer briefs, the band hanging just at his pelvis. He grabbed one of the towels from the warming racks, hastily rubbing at his torso even as your actions slowed and then stopped completely, staring at your boyfriend’s visage in the mirror.

Thinly muscled arms moved quickly but precisely, catching any stray drops of water that gathered on his skin and you had to bite your lip, shaking yourself to snap out of it. You still had a cake to cut, damn it.

“What?”

You started, catching Hoseok’s gaze that had now found yours in the mirror. “What are you looking at?” He asked, looking down at himself to see if it was something stuck to his chest that had garnered your attention.

You smiled, handing him the hoodie from the bed, which he quickly zipped over his body, the zipper only reaching midway and leaving his clavicle available to your fervent gaze.

“It’s nothing,” You shrugged. “I just like seeing you shirtless. Never going to get over it,”

Hoseok stopped fluffing his hair, his mouth falling open first in shock at your blatant admission before he was snorting in laughter, body caving from his mirth. It had always been an endearing sight for you. The way his hair turned to floof, his lips and cheeks trembling to contain his chortles and the strain of his body - not from anything stressful though, but pure laughter.

He was beautiful and while it softened your heart for the man across from you, it did nothing to slake your lust.

If anything, it increased your desire to lay him down on the bed and ride him till he was a panting and moaning mess under you, your name on his tongue as he spilled in you.

You cleared your throat, looking away from the mirror and the real thing, down to your fresh clothes.

Cake…you had cake to cut…and dinner to eat.

And even though your body screamed to jump him right then and there, you were a self disciplined woman. You could last.

“Babe, do you mind waiting outside for a bit while I change?”

“Of course,” Hoseok smiled, grabbing the towel to drape around his neck as he exited the room, clicking the door shut after him.

Only then did you relax, peeling your own wet clothes off to change into the dry ones.

Fifty minutes later, Hoseok and you sat on the small dinner table that folded up from one of the couches. Hobi set the table while you cooked in the small kitchen attachment, all of Hoseok’s favorite food and snacks making their way on to the table. Kimchi fried rice steamed, sending tendrils of white mist up which curled around your man as he inhaled the aroma, a glass of Sprite bubbling at his hand.

You had decked out the room with soft fairy lights, too paranoid to risk candles, even though you were out into the water.

“This smells so good, did you add anything extra?”

“Just a lot of love,” You winked, already having promised to not reveal that fact that his mom had given you most of the secret keys to Hoseok’s heart…via his stomach. Fried sesame seeds in a little soy sauce underlying the taste of Kimchi…and here you were.

You swirled a finger around the glass of wine at the counter, waiting for him to dig in and take the first bite, moaning almost immediately as the rice hit his taste buds. “God, I swear my mom cooked this.” he shot you a suspicious look before deciding to let it go.

You grinned, reaching into the small under the counter fridge to pull out the cake.

You had bought, decorated and candled it at least ten days ago, making your best friend hide it in her fridge first before bringing it here. The glass top of the container was lifted carefully, lighting the candles quickly.

Making sure he was still eating, you quickly reached back and turned off the lights, plunging the room in near darkness. Another switch flicked on the fairy lights and the room was then lit up in a beautiful array of orange and pink, revealing Hobi’s surprised face as he looked up with a squawk of protest.

“What’s going on?” He asked, a little high pitched.

You didn’t answer, only picking up the cake and carrying it to the table. Hobi’s expression melted in an O, eyes sparkling at the army bomb candles you’d found. The small picture of you two on the standee, taken on your last anniversary, mirrored his smile.

“I hope you like it.” You mumbled. “I got cherry and strawberry cream filling inside.”

“This is amazing baby, thank you.” He whispered, leaning forward towards the cake.

You folded your arms on the table, “Go on; make a wish.”

Hoseok’s face sobered. He glanced up at you before closing his eyes, a second later blowing out the candles in a quick puff, the only source of light now the twinkling tiny beads that littered the ceiling and walls. His eyes opened, meeting yours with something like awe in his gaze.

“Happy Birthday baby,” You said lightly.

“Babe, you really pulled out all the stops this time.” He whispered.

I laughed, shrugging non-committal. “You’re my boyfriend, and it’s your birthday. I just wanted you to have a nice time.”

“I am.”

“I may have also made a bet with the guys about who you’re going to enjoy spending more time with.”

There was silence in which Hoseok sighed, shaking his head at yours and his friends’ antics but then you were straightening up. “So, what did you wish for?”

“You know, revealing a wish makes it moot.” He pointed out with a smile before grabbing your hand. “But I don’t need to wish for anything more because I have everything I could want right here.” He raised your hand to place a kiss to your knuckles.

You gave him a look. “You wished for a Grammy, didn’t you?”

Hoseok burst out laughing for the second time that evening, thumb caressing the back of your hand. He gave you a coy smile. “You know, I’m having a very nice time right now.”

You nodded.

“But I could be having a nicer time…how about dessert?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“You have a whole cake in front of you.”

“Babe!” He whined even as you giggled, leaning over to kiss his nose.

“Well, lucky for you I was thinking the same thing.”

Hoseok beamed, meeting your lips halfway in a soft kiss. His hair tickled your forehead, fingers brushing over the shell of your ears to delve into your hair. He scratched the soft skin of your scalp, a tiny trigger for you. It made you moan, keen further into his body. Somehow he managed to stand you up, guiding you back towards the yacht bedroom with giddy giggles left in your wake.

Once inside, Hoseok pulled you tighter against him, mouthy sounds and soft pants filling the room along with the gentle lapping of the waves outside and noises one can hear at night out in nature. It made the experience feel closer, more intimate as his hands ran over your skin, mapping out roads he’d explored time and again.

The first thing you did when you managed to pull your hands from around his neck was unzip the hoodie, taking your time to trail your fingertips lightly down the now exposed span of skin. Smooth, soft and supple, you couldn’t help but marvel at him being yours.

Hobi gathered your hair away from your neck, his mouth tracing from the edge of your jaw, nuzzling and nipping towards your neck. His fingers played with the hem of your blouse, hitching it up till he was pulling it up off you, tossing it to join his hoodie on the floor.

“Fuck,” he whispered at the sight of your naked chest, having forgone a bra.

Nudging his knee to yours, he backed you into the bed. You sat down with a thump, the mattress bouncing with your fall and started crawling back, Hoseok stalking after you on his hands and knees.

When you were finally propped on the pillows as to his liking, he dipped to kiss down your body again, encasing a sensitive, peaked nipple in his hot mouth, laving it over with saliva. Your head tilted back, back arching into his mouth until his other hand wrapped around the other, kneading it in rhythm with his tongue, essentially pushing you down to the bed.

“Fuck, Hobi,” you cried when he playfully bit into the nub, blunt teeth testing the waters between pain and pleasure. You glanced down to see him look up at you, pulling his lips back to show you the sight and you had to wrap a leg around his waist to tether you to earth. Swollen and dark with the attention, your chest stood out, resting in his hot mouth as he continued to swirl his tongue around it.

When he saw your attention was on him, he lowered his teeth again, pressure increasing steadily until you whined and he let go, pulling away to blow cool air onto the skin.

You dropped your head onto the pillow, pressing further in to make friends with the heat that settled in your thorax. It pulsated and thrummed in your blood, the very line he had made you just walk, mocking you.

The return of Hoseok’s hand, cupping your other mound, fingers gentle but insistently pulling at the other nipple made you look at him again.

“Good?” he asked.

You smiled nodding; your hand joining his to brush your own nipple before you followed the length of his arm, touching his chest, dragging over the sternum to where his happy trail disappeared into his pants.

He leaned in over you, kissing you again, slower, more intense, enough for you to chase after his tongue to suck on. You threw your arm around his neck, holding him to you as tight as you could as if his kissed poured life-breath into your soul.

“Easy baby,” he chuckled in your ear. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” He placed a kiss under your jaw and added a pinch to the nipple he was playing with for added measure.

He moved further down the bed, tugging on your hand to sit you up.

“Come on, I want my dessert.” He winked at you mischievously, throwing his body down to the bed to comfortable lie down, grinning up at you. “Get on here.”

“Are you sure?” You asked. “I mean, it’s your birthday, don’t you -,”

“Shh, it’s my birthday and I know what I want. That’s you; grinding that pretty pussy into my mouth, till you come on my tongue. You can suck me off all you want when it’s your day.”

You gasped, smacking at his shoulder till you were getting onto your knees, crawling over to him and swinging a leg across him. His hands immediately clamped onto the tops of your thighs, squeezing in reassurance.

This wasn’t the first time you were doing this, Hoseok being insistent on your pleasure before him or sometimes only yours, allowed for ‘experiments’ that would enable him to find clues and notes to your body that he blatantly exploited to make you putty in his hands.

A dash of compliments, a pinch of soft kisses, grips of comfort and maybe a good meal if you’ve had a long day revealed to be the key to get you to ride his face. And today, to your dawning realization, he’d played you just as you had attempted to play him.

Damn his brains…

“It’s okay,” he whispered again, much closer to your core now before he was helping you lower yourself to his mouth.

Your breath hitched when you felt his lips rove in a circle over the most sensitive part of your inner thigh, just at the apex where he loved to hover. He nibbled the skin, teasing it with his tongue and teeth before a hand was smoothing over your rear, warning you of the coming onslaught.

You leaned back to watch the sight. Hoseok’s dark hair upon the bed, his glimmering forehead with a few stray strands matted to the skin and then those eyes.

Eyes that shimmered with greedy lust, mirroring yours and overwhelming in the way they channeled your wants through them. If there was anyone who was truly able to give you a peek into their soul by their eyes; it was Hoseok.

And you, oh so, loved it…

The first deep, hard swish of his tongue along your slit had your moan catching in your throat, coming out broken and whiny. There was no time to get acclimated to the sensation of the barest hint of stubble against your soft skin as he moved his tongue again, back and forth, collecting your arousal and massaging it back into your folds.

You chanced a look downwards, seeing Hoseok’s eyes closed too, eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration. His nose was buried inside you and you could feel his breath waft against you.

“Fuck Hobi,” You finally breathed out, not even out of pleasure but the sheer picture he painted with the way he looked. You could write odes but none would ever match his glory.

He pulled away from your core, grinning up at you.

“I like it when you say that.” He told you, index finger resuming the path of his tongue, circling on your clit. He looked down at it. “I like it when this pussy quivers.” He slipped the digit inside and you swore he had hit the spot at first try.

You wouldn’t be surprised, he had had enough practice.

“Yeah?” You asked, sounding lame.

“Oh definitely,” he hummed. “But you know what I like even more?”

You looked at him puzzled, eyes widening when he smacked your ass lightly, jolting you against his finger. “I like when you actually ride my face.”

You stared.

“What are you waiting for?”

You kept your eyes on him before slowly anchoring your hands back on his chest. Hoseok’s eyes narrowed, his tongue poking out and then you hesitantly rolled your hips, the pearl of your clit catching the ridge of his tongue.

“Good,” He nodded as best as he could from under you. “Now; do it like you mean it; use me, Y/N.”

You close your eyes, focusing on the small burning ember in your pelvic floor before grinding down insistently; feeling the bare hint of tongue increase till it was basically a landing pad for you. Your nerve ending sizzled with each contact, Hobi’s hands moving and tracing patterns into your hips to keep you going until you were giving him exactly what he wanted, coming over his tongue.

The digit in your cunt doubled, the soft muscle digging into your core to lap up any wetness he could find but all it did was add to the mess until you couldn’t stand the friction. You writhed away from him, rolling onto the bed haphazardly, Hoseok following. He gripped onto your wrists, pulling you closer to coo over you, praising you for the job well done.

You were his good girl, he was going to fuck you real slow and nice for this; you felt rather than hear his whispers, muffled even though they were against your shoulder.

Hoseok collected you in his arms, winding and tight to your back.

“Can you lift your leg, baby?”

You did as he asked, with Hoseok helping you prop the leg until it lay over his upper arm. The stretch burned, but you knew he was walking the line between pain-pleasure again.

When you felt him enter you, slow but steady, filling you to the brim in one practiced slide, your eyes met his – gazes locked with unsaid words that didn’t need to be voiced out loud.

It was there in your touches, in your kisses, in the way you looked at each other.

He thrust, hips canting into yours and your head fell back, knowing he was going to take care of both him and you this time around. His pace remained calm, the only indicators of his unraveling being the grunts echoing in your ears and the way his lips and kisses became teeth and bites; littering the skin of your neck and shoulders with the mark of his desire for you.

His hands had moved from your back to your ass, gripping the soft flesh to fuck into you, rolling his hips until your sweat slicked bodies moved as one, plunged into a blissful orgasm that painted your body with splashes of his overflowing pleasure.

Hoseok cursed, grabbing onto his length to drive further into you, cock twitching and emptying the last of its essence into your cove.

“Holy shit,” You were the first to speak.

“Yeah,” Your loved raised his head, eyebrows quirked. “No shit,”

You both broke into giggles before he was gently pulling out, tutting at the mess that was probably on the bed. “I sure hope the captain of Ferret has fresh sheets on board.”

You raised a lazy hand, pointing towards the cupboard where you were told extra linens would be. Hoseok got up, golden and naked for your viewing pleasure before a particular notion had you grabbing at his hand, making him turn to you.

“You enjoyed your birthday with me more than you will with the guys’ right?”

“Oh baby,” He laughed, kissing your nose. “They can’t hope to give me the kind of celebration you just did.”

[leothetraveler]

*gets hit with this like a brick* Ack! what the-? who?......didn't expect you of all people, Pikos, but alright. I'll indulge you.

Last song: To Be Better by Miracle of Sound

Favorite Color: Blue. any shade of Blue. Blue supremacy.

Last movie/Tv show: Um....does Youtube count?

Currently watching: nothing. I don't watch TV/Movies often. if I want to watch Netflix, I have to ask my sister for a code. I do want to see the FNAF movie.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet or Savory, I guess. just not spicy. I don't like the taste of pain.

Relationship status: Single as can be. ;u;

Current Obsessions: I don't have obessions, but current fandoms are: Cult of the Lamb, Warhammer 40k and fantasy, learning to draw with no tutorials, FNAF, and Laika: Aged Through Blood (not a lot of love online for this one)

Last thing googled: Curly hair pixel art ref (for an xmas gift drawing)

alright, who shall suffer with me? hmmm.... @creeperchild, @sianara7, @prizm117, @sapphireflame, um.... @bongocongocaveman I guess. I'm running out of mutuals.

If you have already done this, just ignore me. and don't feel like you HAVE to. I'm a artist, not a cop.

9 people you would like to get to know better tag meme

except I'm starting a new post because the one I got tagged in was long as shit. I was tagged by @tacofuus, thanks so much!

Last song: Batter Up by Babymonster. It's a solid 6.5/10 check out

Favorite color: violet/lavender. Really any shade of purple

Last tv show/currently watching: I honestly don't really watch TV. I genuinely cannot remember. The last series I actually watched was Death Note with my best friend and that was last year/beginning of this year. I used to be into anime when I was in middle school and this felt like a return to my roots lmao

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I go with savory most of the time, but my favorite is sweet for sure.

Relationship status: narilamb

Current obsession: Writing fanfic for cult of the lamb. It's been just about a year and a half now and I don't see this dying down anytime soon, cotl has squarely entered full special interest status for me so I'll be here for at least another 3 years. I have a bad habit of making a new fandom blog every time I get a shorter-term hyperfixation, writing for it, getting kindasorta recognized in the fandom, then abandoning my works and deleting the blog when I'm not interested in it anymore. Maybe some of y'all followed me in my previous fandoms and y'all would probably never know bc of orphaned works that I can't find anymore. ...anyway. I've made too many close friends in this fandom to pull that stunt again. the-one-who-lambs and my cotl fics are here to stay. I'm rambling

Last thing you googled: 600 cc in cups (I was making soup but all the good noodle packets from China+Korea give units in cubic centimeters. It's about 2.5 cups btw)

Uhhhhh I don't know who to tag so I'll just pick the most recent 9 mutuals in my notes who haven't been tagged already by taco or the people they tagged lol. Don't feel pressured to do it, though! @artsycryptix @just-a-random-demon-official @miallurk @pikos-den @tokyonymph @mianing @bamsara @coffincrows @fanged-cotl

[moonykat]

Oooh that art ask is so cool! Um, 2, 5, 15, 18, 20, 25, 30. Any or all of those 😊 I’m super fascinated by how people make art, and I love your art so much! ❤️

Hi!! Thank you so much, it means a lot you enjoy my stuff :') <3

all right let's goooo

2. How long have you been drawing?

My first memory of drawing something is around the age of 4. On some old photos, you can see my stuff on the walls lol.

3. What’s your favorite thing to draw?

I guess this isn't a surprise, but I love drawing Bucky. I don't know, ever since I started drawing again after a long hiatus he's my muse you could say, I picture some awesome things, or read something that truly makes me want to draw. The other, non-fandom-related it's a cartoony version of myself that I draw whenever something happens in my life, good or bad.

15. How long does an average piece take you to complete?

So, in traditional art (which is the one I used to do the most before getting my tablet last April) approx 20-30 mins since I own this very little notebook and I tend to use just a pencil. For digital though, it depends, it can go from an hour up to two weeks (with life getting on the way) sometimes because I have this picture in my mind, and then as I'm new to all this digital art thing I have to find tutorials to teach how to accomplish it.

18. What are you currently trying to improve on?

Oh my god, to be honest, everything. Anatomy, perspective, my line art, my shading, all of it. Trying out digital has made me realize how much I need to improve, and also seeing all the amazing art people post. I'm constantly in awe at the wonderful things they can accomplish, so I'm just binge-watching all the artists I can on yt.

20. What is the easiest thing for you to draw?

The little version of myself, I can do her like in 5 minutes and accomplish exactly what I pictured in my mind.

25. Do you like to draw in silence, or with music?

Music, always. Sometimes it could be a podcast or even news, but music is queen. It helps me set the mood I'm trying to convey on a specific piece too.

30. What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist?

Drawing has always been a part of my life, and now that I'm 25 I feel like I finally have the time to let it be a part of me, not just using it as a way to handle my emotions lol (even though it still works that way). I want to look at a piece I made and feel actual pride in it, like look at that Kat that's what you made. That and also I hope that one day I can actually translate what I see in my head exactly to paper lol

thank you so much, I had a blast answering these :')

Artist ask, send me a number <3

[trans-advice]

Easy Makeup Tips That Literally Anyone Can Follow

By

Brit + Co, Contributor

Brit + Co connects you with innovative ideas, apps, and products that add creativity and simplicity to your everyday life.02/08/2016 05:15pm EST | Updated December 7, 2017

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Don't get us wrong: We love a show-stopping makeup look as much as the next girl. But makeup basics are important. They're what help you with your base makeup routine that gets you ready in just five minutes flat every. single. day. and the hacks that can take you from office to date in just a few simple steps. We spend a lot of time breaking beauty down to the essentials, but here, we're going even further into 101 territory: we're talking a what's what of your makeup kit. Whether you've glossed over the nitty gritty of each product or are just learning how to build a routine that fits your personality or schedule, consider this your guide to keeping makeup simple and approachable. This foundation of knowledge can also be your stepping stone into the more advanced, creative ways to use makeup. Here's everything you need to know about makeup basics and how to use them.

Foundation + Concealer

Foundation: Beyond your skincare routine, foundation is what makes your skin appear flawless; it evens out your skin tone and conceals any subtle blemishes or discolorations on your face. The most important aspect of foundation to consider is coverage. Generally speaking, there are two ways to go. If you want lighter coverage then opt for a tinted moisturizer, a slightly colored cream that you can swipe on with your fingers to give your skin a wash of color. This is the lazy girl's M.O. If you're interested in more coverage then liquid foundation -- the classic form of foundation -- is your best bet. This foundation is best applied with either your fingers, a flat synthetic foundation brush or a sponge blender.

Take it to the next level with concealer: When you really want to be sleuthy, add concealer to your routine. It's your go-to for things like covering blemishes and more apparent skin discolorations, and can also be used to brighten and even out your under eye area. Concealer comes in different mediums like creams, sticks and liquids. Similarly to foundation, you'll pick your product based on the level of coverage you need for your skin type.

Bronzer + Highlighter

Bronzer: Imagine bronzer as sunshine in powder form. When you apply foundation to your skin you even out your skin tone, but you're also getting rid of the natural shadows and highlights on your face. Think of the bronzer as your way to use shadow to create depth or to give the illusion of moving a part of your face back. This is the first step to adding warmth and dimension back into your face. The "right" bronzer for your skin tone should look like a naturally tan version of you, not too orange and not too dark.

For extra illumination use highlighter: Highlighter is essentially the opposite of your bronzer. Rather than making a part of your face look smaller, you will use the brightness of a highlighter to bring out areas of your face (When you see images of a gal who has that glowing dewy-looking skin, there is a very good chance that she is wearing highlighter. Secrets revealed!). You can get highlighters that are golden, pearlescent and opalescent. There are also other variations, such as matte highlighter, which gives you the brightness without the shimmer. Finding a highlighter that works well on your skin tone and for your personality is pretty simple.

Blush + Cream Blush

Blush: When you're not wearing any makeup, you'll be able to see a natural flush of color on your cheeks. But again, after applying a little foundation, you're covering that up in attempt to get a more even base to work with. Enter blush, the product that adds life to your features (um yeah, you can wear blush on more parts of your face than just your cheeks). Because blush comes in so many hues, you can take it literally and match your natural flush or use a more playful hue to make your look more vibrant. Typically, beginners will wear powder blush because it's usually easier to apply for a more natural finish.

Pump it up with cream blush: Cream blush is a really fun way to take wearing blush to another level -- it's more pigmented, and therefore a bolder way to wear blush. To take it even further, you can apply a cream blush as your base and set it in place with a powder blush for an even brighter punch of color that will last all day.

Eyeshadow + Smokey Eye

Eyeshadow: When it's used on its own as a single shade, eyeshadow is purely cosmetic. As a minimalist or beginner, you can apply a sweep of a single shadow across your eyelid for a subtle pop of color.

Get your blend on with a smokey eye: For a more advanced gal who wants to take eyeshadow to the next level there's the smokey eye. The concept here is to create dimension using a base shade, highlight shade and contour shade just like you would do on your face, but focusing on your eyelids only. You can use endless color combinations as long as you keep the basic approach the same. To build a dramatic look, use a neutral color on your eyelids, a deeper medium hue in your creases and a brighter shadow on your brow bones and the inside corners of your eyes.

Eyeliner + Brow Pencil

Eyeliner: Eyeliner is all about enhancing the shape and color of your eyes. There are several techniques you can use, but beginners should keep application simple by using a pencil along their lower lash line to create definition and along the upper lash line to make eyelashes look fuller. Simple as that.

For further definition use a brow pencil: The idea of filling in your eyebrows can be a little intimidating for the gal who has never gone there, but once you're ready to accentuate your eyes further, this is the way to go. Eyebrow enhancement can actually change the entire look of your face -- this is why we're considering it a more advanced makeup route. You can try powders, creams and other variations of mediums, but the easiest way to fill in and shape your eyebrows tends to be an eyebrow pencil that you can get in a hue to complement the natural color of your eyebrows.

Mascara + Eyelash Curler

Mascara: This was actually my gateway to makeup; I wore mascara before anything else. Mascara is a great way to give your entire face a little extra pop without having to learn all the other techniques. I recommend that you pick a mascara that's not waterproof to start because it will be much easier to take off later. The formulas are typically designed to enhance length or volume and the biggest actual difference is usually the shape of the brush. Try to find a mascara that has a smaller application brush so you can have more control when putting it on.

Turn up the volume with an eyelash curler: This device looks scary as heck (I always make sure to be gentle with this little contraption), but it's totally clutch when it comes to getting va-va-voom lashes. It's a must for certain looks, but you have to make sure you use it correctly or else you can -- eek! -- break or rip out your eyelashes. Be sure to watch a tutorial that offers tips and tricks as to how to use it properlly before you get on this train!

Lip Color + Lip Liner

Lip Color: We're not just talking color -- the choices are endless -- but we're also talking types of lip color. There's lip balm, gloss, tints, creme sticks and stains. The main difference you should be aware of is that each one carries a different level of pigment, aka the amount of color that will show up on your pout; this can vary from brand to brand. The easiest intro to lip color is to start off with the less pigmented options and work your way up to the bolder hues that take more effort to apply and maintain.

For an even more perfect pucker use lip liner: While lip liner is a next-level product, it's one that I highly recommend using whenever you choose to wear any type of lipstick or darker pigmented lip color. Lip liners essentially create a barrier to keep the lipstick on your lips and prevent the color from bleeding or feathering onto the perimeter of your mouth. In other words, it's the secret to totally kissable lips.

For more beauty + DIY tutorials, check out brit.co!

[cryoculus]

Hello! I just saw demon!Oikawa official art and was wondering if you could write anything with that version of him? 🙏🏻 It could be funny or whatever. Thank you(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

»Word Count: 4,529 words Cross-posted on AO3

Ugh I finally finished this. But heads up, Tumblr’s formatting system is a little ugly right now and I can’t put timeskip lines like I used to. But that hardly makes a difference on mobile. If anything, the asterisks make it easier to read on the mobile app. Anyways, I’d recommend reading on AO3 instead, but it’d mean the world if you left a like on the first one shot (cough potential fanfic cough) I’ve posted in a good while. 

***

“Another gas leak?”

Your ears perk up at Kawanishi’s concerned voice resounding from the cashier. Curious, you throw him a curious look over your shoulder, momentarily tearing yourself away from your current duty which takes form in replenishing the shelves with fresh pastries. From where he’s seated, Kawanishi stares at the small television propped on the counter with a prominent crease marring his brow. He must be watching the news again. It is only two in the afternoon—far earlier than the designated time slot for the regular news broadcasts. But for the past week, flash reports were invading TV screens in sporadic times of the day, all of which depicted the same message.

“The Miyagi Police Department are diligently looking into the matter, but the evidence at hand is supposedly still inconclusive. But it hasn’t escaped the public’s notice that all the victims of the aforementioned gas leaks were customers of a single company that refilled their gas tanks regularly. Today’s victims from downtown Sendai have been sent to the hospital and are yet to regain consciousness—”

“The world is becoming a real scary place to live in.” Kawanishi clicks his tongue before promptly switching off the TV. “I’m probably going to start cooking my food with bonfires now.”

“You can’t even cook for shit, Taichi.” You snort, re-adjusting your plastic gloves before resuming your previous task.

He returns your jab at his lack of the particular life skill with a grimace. “Hey, I man the cashier way better than you ever will.”

“Your point is…?”

“Could you just shut up and get back to the kitchen?” Kawanishi rolls his eyes, pretending to busy himself with the sales logbook on the counter even if there aren’t any customers inside the bakery.

A jeering chuckle slips past your lips at his dismissive behavior. But knowing full well that you still have a pot pie scheduled for delivery later in the day, you decide to leave Kawanishi to his own devices so you can get started with the order. However, when you set foot in the kitchen, you are met with the sight of Reon teaching the newest recruit, Goshiki how to properly hand-knead pie dough without making too much of a mess.

“Reon, I thought it was my turn to handle deliveries,” you half-whine before peeling off your plastic gloves for disposal. After, you pull out one of the folded metal chairs tucked away in the corner to watch Reon’s demonstration. Though from the knowing look in his eye, he is well aware that you are more than glad that he took over your responsibilities to give Goshiki a quick tutorial.

“Tsutomu here told me he was tired of inventory,” he reasons with a shrug, hands still occupied with the task before him. “He’s been here for almost a month and I’m sure Wakatoshi won’t mind if I teach him how to bake.”

Your gaze meanders to Goshiki who is staring at you with a hint of timidness to his posture; those dark eyes of his conveying a subtle plea. “I-Is it okay, senpai?”

Before you can even think of holding it in, your lips curl into a wide smile, cackling at the younger boy’s formality. “Tsutomu, it’s more than okay! And don’t call me senpai. Makes me feel old.”

Reon eyes you with amusement. “Aren’t you a few years away from turning thir—”

Before he can finish the sentence, you stomp over towards him to jab a finger in his face. “I don’t make offhanded comments about your life so don’t you make any about mine.”

“Ah, what is it with the youth these days?” a fourth voice intrudes in the conversation. “Always so insecure about aging. The older you become, the more things you’ll know about the world, you know~”

You whip your head to the direction from where it came from, and lo and behold, one of the bakery’s owners shoved past the kitchen’s double doors to grace you with his presence. There was always something about Tendou Satori that put you on edge; not in a bad way, really. You’ve long convinced yourself that maybe it’s his unconventional appearance that you find unsettling. That fiery hair and those glinting rubies for eyes certainly cater to his reputation. But besides the occasional eccentric comment from him, the way the air crackles with an intangible tension that you can’t quite wrap your head around in the rare instances that you’re in the same room is still hard to ignore.

“Tendou,” Reon acknowledges him tentatively. “You’re here early. Don’t you usually drop by at seven on weekends?”

Tendou perches himself near the tiled sink, the heels of his sneakers colliding with the wooden cabinets underneath as he sways his slender legs. “Eita-kun told me told me to haul my ass here as soon as I could or he’ll skin me alive.” His mouth puckers a little, eyes darting around. “Yet the present audience only consists of one head baker, one trainee, and one age-conscious little bird.”

A soft sigh escapes Reon as he quietly asks Goshiki to retrieve the rolling pin from the cabinets. The younger man carries it out with the most enthusiasm you’ve seen on someone who usually just acted upon another person’s orders. Quite the cheery one, he is.

“Where’s Eita then?” Reon inquires with upturned brows.

“Beats me,” comes Tendou’s indifferent reply. “He’s probably out there bullying Kenjirō. You know how Eita-kun has regressed into the embodiment of bitterness when Kenjirō finally grew his wings and outperformed him in his own game.”

“I don’t think putting it so casually is a good idea.”

“Senpai!” Goshiki’s voice is too loud for a too quiet room as he hands Reon what he asked for. “Will you be needing anything else?”

Reon shakes his head, taking the roller from Goshiki’s grasp. “Could you go start making the filling? I heard from Shirabu that you knew how to cook.”

“Really? Shirabu-senpai put in a good word for me?”

“Uh, I wouldn’t say it’s ‘good’ exactly…” His voice trails off once Goshiki launches himself into the storage room presumably to gather the needed ingredients. Chuckling to himself, Reon dips his hands in a nearby bag of flour and proceeds to knead the dough into flatness. You watch him with careful vigilance since pies aren’t really your forte. Your expertise lies in bread, which isn’t as demanding as that pastry that needs too many conditions satisfied to be considered good. Making a crust that isn’t too brittle and a filling that shouldn’t be too savory is beyond you. You’re quite relieved that Reon took over for reasons that lie beyond your own laziness.

“So, (Name) was it?”

Your attention retracts back to the most peculiar out of your bosses. Tendou gazes at you with a glint of mischief crinkling his eyes, lips upturned into something akin to a sneer. “Yes?” you respond, shifting a little in your cramped seat.

Tendou hums an unfamiliar tune without letting up his thinly veiled interest. The way he’s staring reminds you of how a scientist would look at a foreign specimen, and you  aren’t very sure if you are glad to be on the receiving end of it. You’re drawing blanks as to why it seems like he is addressing you like it’s your first day on the job, but you’ve been told that Tendou has a habit of forgetting employees’ names and faces. He’s probably just familiarizing himself with your presence in the store since your shifts usually didn’t last long enough for you to cross paths with him. When he doesn’t speak any further, you decide to shift your line of sight back to Reon’s devoted handiwork.

“Wakatoshi-kun did a real good job on this one, huh?” A low chuckle rumbles from Tendou and though his voice has dipped into a whisper, you’re certain that he meant for you to hear.

With one brow quirked, you turn around with the intent of asking what he meant by that, but your plans are abruptly derailed when Goshiki walks back from the storage room, cheeks tinged with pink as he approaches you.

“What is it, Tsutomu?” you ask.

He reaches out a hand to scratch the back of his neck. “Um, could you please teach me how to open the stove? The one we have at home isn’t as hi-tech…”

You can hear Tendou sputtering behind you, causing Goshiki turn a few shades redder. You offer him a soft smile before hopping onto your feet to help him out and his face seems to light up a little at your willingness. The reaction makes you presume that he might not be used to getting helped around a lot, given that Shirabu, the guy in charge of keeping Goshiki in check, has an apparent dislike for slow learners. Speaking of which…

“Do you know where Shirabu is?” you ask him, suddenly hyper aware of the lack of staff inside the shop. Early afternoons aren’t the most hectic time of the day, but you aren’t used to having only three people with you in the kitchen. Hayato and Soekawa are nowhere to be found either. If Semi was here, he would be squawking like a parrot, appalled at their unexcused absences. But even the supervisor himself isn’t present.

Goshiki shakes his head as the two of you stalk off to the stoves lining the westernmost wall of the room. “He told me I was under Reon-san’s care for the day because he had somewhere to be with Ushijima-san.”

You nod slowly as you instruct him about the different buttons and switches on the stove. He seems to have committed every word to mind and begins tinkering with what he could with experimental curiosity. After asking if he needs any help with the actual cooking, he insists that he can do it on his own. When you slump back to your seat, Tendou is gone and Reon is already placing the flattened dough on a pie tray.

“Hey, Reon?”

“What?”

“Where the hell is everybody?”

The set of his jaw tightens ever so slightly. When Reon says he doesn’t know about the others’ whereabouts, you would’ve been convinced of his cluelessness had you been any less perceptive. With that sincere face of his, lying through the skin of his teeth would be a breeze if he needed to do so. But of all the people in the shop, Reon is someone that you’d spent the most time around alongside Kawanishi, so spotting a few chinks in his unflustered demeanor comes easier to you than most.

Just as you’re about to press the topic further, the sound of the back door of the kitchen slamming open makes you jolt in surprise. Emerging from outside are the very same people you’d been pondering about not ten seconds ago.

“Reon, get the herbs and incense now!” Hayato barks as he drags the metal chair you were occupying earlier across the floor to prop it against the wall. There, Ushijima gently sets down a half-conscious Shirabu and—

“S-Shirabu-senpai?” The terror creeping from Goshiki’s voice rattles you all the way to your bones when your eyes train themselves on the discolored skin of Shirabu’s neck. His pale complexion is marred with a bruise that runs too dark a shade to be considered normal—the purplish red slowly fading into black. A trail of blood dribbles from the corner of his mouth as he stares into the space in front of him with a dazed look in his brown eyes. Ushijima is calmly telling him to stay awake, but you aren’t sure if the message is getting through when Shirabu doesn’t even give him so much as a minimal reaction. Soekawa, Tendou, and Semi appear a little shortly, with the latter two apparently engrossed in one of their untimely banters.

“Hah? You guys purposely kept me out of it ‘cause you’re concerned?” The furious scrunch of his face takes you aback. “And where did that plan lead to, huh, Semisemi?”

Semi clicks his tongue. “You wouldn’t have been able to handle them with that injury of yours.”

Injury? From what you can see, Tendou looks like he’s in perfect shape. But from the way his frown deepens, he might have taken Semi’s words to heart.

Reon hurries back to the scene (when did he even leave?) with what seems like a jar with kanji engravings on the lid that are too small for you to read in one hand, and a bundle of incense sticks and a lighter in the other. He tells the others to give Shirabu some space to breathe and they comply, save for Soekawa who took action to assist Reon with whatever he planned to do with the strange jar. Why a mortar and a pestle are inside Soekawa’s messenger bag is beyond your understanding, but no one else in the room seems to find anything amiss when he procures it, so you decide to keep your questions to yourself.

Reon crouches by Shirabu’s feet to uncap the jar, setting the lid on the floor. Inside is a solid surface divided into two sections: one that seems to hold stark white herbs you’ve never seen before and one with three holes poked into the clay. Reon immediately shoves three incense sticks into the holes, igniting them with the lighter without a second thought. Smoke rises from where the sticks burn, diffusing the air with the sharp scent of pine needles and musk.

Soekawa gathers the ivory leaves in his hands to crush them on the mortar while he asks Semi to hand him ‘the salve’ from his bag. He rummages through Soekawa’s belongings and hands him a dirty reagent bottle. Soekawa pours a slimy, transparent substance from the bottle onto the mortar and mixes it with the crushed leaves with his bare fingers. He mutters something that’s out of earshot when he rises to his feet and applies his concoction onto Shirabu’s affliction. The contact seems to finally rouse him from his stupor when his face contorts in agony and a blood-curdling shriek pierces your ears.

Your skin prickles at the sight of Shirabu thrashing against Ushijima’s and Hayato’s restraining grasps as Soekawa covers the entirety of the bruise with the salve. When you feel Goshiki shuffling closer to you, you whisper, “What the absolute fuck is going on, Tsutomu?”

There’s prominent hesitation in his eyes, like he knows exactly what’s going on, but he isn’t allowed to tell you. As the filling he was previously preparing lay forgotten on the stove, your stare hardens. You’ve been working here for half a year now, and not once did you witness anyone else barging in the kitchen sporting a malignant bruise that required herbal treatment. Yet Goshiki, who’s spent less time in the shop than you have, is already in on the situation?

“A strange sight, isn’t it?”

Out of reflex, you jump away when you hear Tendou’s voice whispering in your ear. With the convoluted display in front of you, your boss’ outlandish behavior does nothing to aid your peace of mind, but the way he’s observing the others as Soekawa treats Shirabu makes you feel like this isn’t an uncommon occurrence.

“You aren’t really supposed to see this, little bird.” Tendou sighs, stretching out his limbs before draping one arm across your shoulder. “Wakatoshi-kun doesn’t really like picking fights, but Kenjirō can be a little stubborn. I’m all in for a beatdown any time, but couldn’t they have delayed that little scuffle until you weren’t in the shop?”  

You frown. “Wha—”

“(Name).”

Your eyes snap back to Semi, whose thin lips are pressed into a line. “Is it okay if you take your time off now? We’re not going to cut it from your salary, don’t worry.”

“Eita-kun, don’t you think we’ve kept her in the dark long enough?” Tendou groans, sounding rather annoyed. “She’s bound to find out either way.”

Semi glares at him. “That isn’t your decision to make, Tendou.”

“It isn’t yours, either,” the redhead rebutts, staring him down with resilience.

“But it is mine.”

The sincere baritone of Ushijima’s voice envelops you like a warm blanket. At the same time, his domineering presence overshadows his candor and you’re left thinking that this man could be such a walking contradiction at times. He stands tall above the rest of the men around you. When you sneak a glance behind him, Shirabu has calmed down enough to deem him worthy of release. Reon is speaking softly to Shirabu as Soekawa wipes off the blood on his face. Strangely, the dark bruise on his neck has already lightened into a softer shade of purple—the skin around it yellowing at the edges. When your gaze shifts back to Ushijima, he’s staring at you with intensity pooling in his olive eyes.

“We are seraphim,” he speaks flatly.

Those words garner a variety of reactions: Tendou bursts out laughing, Semi drags a palm over his face, Goshiki is stunned into silence, and you’re craning your head to the side, wondering if you heard him right.

“Wakatoshi-kun, you don’t just drop a bomb like that without any context,” Tendou says, wiping a tear from his eye.

Ushijima’s brows knit in confusion. “What bomb?”

“Even after making a million souls, you’re still terrible at talking to your own craft, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me,” you interrupt, “but can someone tell me exactly what’s going on? I feel like the useless extra character that isn’t involved in the overall plot.”

Tendou’s mouth curves into an eerie smile. “Oh, but you’re actually the main protagonist, little bird.”

“Would you lot stop talking in riddles?” Semi snaps before turning to you. “Look, (Name). I know this is a lot to take in but Wakatoshi is telling you the truth. We are seraphim. Angels. You see Shirabu over there?” He jams a thumb behind him, gesturing towards Shirabu as his prior hesitation to enlighten you is completely cast aside. “The reason why he got that blight is because he tried to jump the demon king on behalf of Wakatoshi himself. Of course his retainers wouldn’t allow that so they grabbed him by the neck to restrain him—”

“Hm, I wonder why Eita-kun just let that happen to poor Kenjirō when he could have warded them off with a single wave of his hand,” Tendou sneers at him, to which Semi responds with a hard glare.

“Tendou, there is nothing Semi could have done,” Ushijima insists. “We were outnumbered. The fault lies within myself. I should not have heeded Shirabu’s request of having an audience with the demon king in light of the incidents happening today. It could have been settled in a different manner.”

“Tch, unless it’s about completely eradicating that demon clan scum, I’m not hearing it.”

“You’re being an idiot again.” Semi smacks Tendou’s shoulder. “They’re assholes, but their existence is necessary, just like ours. Unless we want the balance of nature tipped, the best we can do is keep them in check.”

Tendou shrugs. “They’re the ones devouring souls left and right like it’s no one’s business. Stupid brutes are consuming souls faster than Wakatoshi-kun can make them. Would nature really go haywire once those who are out to destroy everything in it are erased from existence?”

“You know that’s not how it works.”

“Then how does it work, huh, Eita-ku—”

“Silence.”

You didn’t know that it was possible, but the pitch of Ushijima’s voice dips even lower when he utters that single word that has everyone in the room cowering at his authority. Even Hayato and Soekawa have paused to take a look at what’s going on in their side of the kitchen. Ushijima’s face remains unperturbed even after his assertion and the room is plunged into pregnant silence, not a soul daring to speak after Ushijima himself. But the tension is ultimately shattered when the kitchen doors fling open to reveal Kawanishi poking his head from the entrance.

“Oi, (Name), your favorite customer placed a milk bread delivery again,” Kawanishi shamelessly announces. If he noticed the tense atmosphere, he doesn’t show it.

It was all too much. You couldn’t bring yourself to stomach every word that the three men had fed you. Seraphim? What is this, some fantasy series? What would angels be accomplishing by running a damn bakery? Hearing Kawanishi spouting something about deliveries makes you have some semblance of normalcy to grab onto, and you want nothing more than to take it. This was probably just some sick joke that they managed Ushijima to go along with to spite you. And a demon king injuring Shirabu? You’ve never heard of that story before. Without so much as a backwards glance, you head over to the front with Kawanishi, pushing all thoughts of seraphim, and the demon king, and Shirabu’s bruise at the back of your mind.

Kawanishi is silent when he places two packaged loaves of your signature milk bread in a paper bag, and you’re glad he doesn’t probe you for any reaction about the scene from earlier. At the back of your mind, you wonder if he’s in on their game. Did he notice what was going on back there? Is he going to convince you that he’s seraphim, too?

But Kawanishi has never been the confrontational type. Instead, he writes up the receipt for the order as usual, tears it from the pad and hands it to you. “If he asks for another discount, you can tell him to piss off.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“It’s not very nice to keep ripping the shop off by charging the guy less than the actual price just because you think he’s cute either.”

Your face heats up at his accusation. “I-it’s not like that! He’s just been such a frequent customer. H-he deserves a little mark down, don’t you think?”

Kawanishi stares at you, unimpressed. “I’m pretty sure he never drops by the shop and prefers deliveries because he’s only interested in you.”

“Shut up, Taichi.”

***

You park the shop’s delivery motorcycle by the curb of one of the most lavish houses in the neighborhood. You don’t spend a lot of time in this part of the city out of your usual deliveries to this one business tycoon. The man seems to have taken a liking to the milk bread which no one in the shop makes better than you do. He hasn’t really given you his name, but he told you that he earned the nickname ‘Grand King’. You snorted at that and insisted on calling him King instead.

When you ring the intercom to King’s residence, his familiar voice greets you with enthusiasm. “Oh, (Name)-chan! You’re here early. The snobby cashier told me that the delivery would take about an hour or so.”

You find yourself laughing at the way he addresses Kawanishi. “You’re in luck, King-san. I just made a fresh batch earlier this afternoon. That’s why you didn’t have to wait.”

“Alright. I’ll head down to fetch it.”

Static rattles from the intercom and you know that King has ended the exchange when the red button stops glowing. You hum a song you heard on TV yesterday as you count the cars that roll by the street. Seven have already zipped past when the smaller gate creaks, revealing one of the most attractive people you’ve laid your eyes on.

Usually, King would greet you wearing his complete three-piece suit, hair slicked back into perfection while a condescending smirk danced across his lips. But on weekends, you could hardly imagine him being one of the most powerful men in Japan, given that he opts to wear a rumpled shirt that’s two sizes bigger and pajama pants with aliens patterned onto the fabric. His chestnut hair is sticking out in all directions in a way that suggests that he just rolled out of bed.

King half-greets, half-yawns, “Helho, (Name)-chwan.”

“Long night?” You quirk an eyebrow before handing him his purchase.

“Mmmm not really,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I just ran into a couple of…business rivals. They didn’t make my morning very enjoyable.”

“I see.” You spare him a nod of understanding, trying your best not to stare at how adorable the way his brown eyes droop when he stares inside the bag. He makes a satisfied noise as he fishes his wallet from the pocket of his pajamas.

“A thousand yen, right?” You don’t miss the teasing lilt in his voice.

The way you giggle at that makes you want to slap yourself, but you manage to regain your composure before he notices it crumbling. “Sad to say the snobby cashier is giving me shit for the discounts. Could you pay for the full one thousand four hundred yen in the meantime, King-san?”

He chuckles before pulling out a single banknote from his wallet. “Keep the change then.”

You receive his payment with a curt bow but when your eyes land on the value of the money in hand, your jaw nearly drops to the ground.

“K-King-san, this is too much! Way too much!” The ten thousand yen bill quivers in your hands as you insist that you’d be alright with a smaller bill.

King waves away your concern. “Then just hand over the amount that snobby-chan wants. Keep the rest for yourself. Consider it as my compliments to the chef.” The grin plastered on his handsome face leaves you wondering how the hell this guy is still a bachelor. Your pretty certain that your face is as red as Tendou’s hair by now, and you’re glad he doesn’t point it out.

“It’s been nice seeing you today, (Name)-chan,” he chirps. “But I really have to go. I still have some matters to deal with after I’ve had my fill of this delicious treat.”

“You’re t-too kind,” you sputter.

Deliveries to King’s household last longer than your typical trips, since the man always charms you into some small talk. But that’s usually it. Nothing really lies beyond these swift meetings in front of his house. Even if he’s expressing some subtle interest towards you, at the end of the day, you’re just a humble baker and he, a successful businessman.

But today is quite different. Before he disappears behind the gate, King tells you, “I’m thinking about dropping by the bakery to see you in action. Expect me in a few days’ time.” His velvetine voice draws you in like a moth to a flame and all you could do was nod dumbly at his proclamation. He bids you a quick farewell with crinkled eyes and a peace sign. You know for certain that his sunlit smile is already imprinted in the back of your eyelids.

As you head back to the bakery on your scooter, King’s words only seem like one of his musings; something he won’t really act on given his tight schedule. What good would it do him to go out of his way to pay you a visit?

But little did you know that demons never lie.

[mysticmylifeisamess-enger]

Requests open!!! Yay!! :D ok, what would be the weirdest thing MC would caught the RFA + Saeran + V doing? You can do it as a reaction or headcannon :) -Fish 🐟

this one took me too long, thank you for your patience Fish ^^ I’ll add V to this soon, I just couldn’t think of anything for him immediately and I didn’t feel up for writing Jaehee in this, hope that’s okay!

edit: I usually proofread immediately after posting, but didn’t last night cause I immediately passed out, but I’m so embarrassed that this one had some bad spelling errors and it got 80+ notes before I got to fix it oops

Yoosung:

playing lolol was always his go to in his downtime

but when he was playing today, he was thinking about how cool the armor in the game looked

and wondered what it could possibly be made of

‘probably steel or some heavy material,’ he thought

he then thought about how pots and pans are made out of that

which brought him to where he is now, staring at his creation in the bathroom mirror

he had managed to find duct tape and stuck the kitchenware he had to his clothing 

and as he gazed at his masterpiece, flexing and posing to make it look cooler, he hadn’t heard the front door opening

you made your way through the place, wondering where Yoosung could be, noticing some missing pieces in the kitchen before you saw the light coming from the bathroom

you thought that maybe he had left that on so you went to turn it off

only to find your boyfriend with a pasta strainer on his head and a baking sheet taped to his chest

what made it better was his pose, leg up on the counter while he flexed his arms, phone out as he took selfies that you knew he wouldn’t post anywhere

the look on his face as you made eye contact from the reflection was priceless

“So this is what my hero has been up to all day,” you teased

“Actually more like the last hour,” he retorted, although that didn’t help his case

“Well I’m supposed to start on dinner soon and could really use that frying pan on your shoulder,” you said 

“I’ll go put it all back,” he said, walking passed you in shame

Zen:

he found himself watching a lot of makeup tutorials on youtube

it just always impressed him to see the amount of work behind a full face look

he didn’t have much in his makeup bag, considering most of it was done on sets and not at home

but he knew you had way more

so as soon as he knew you were gone for the day, he pulled up a tutorial and your makeup bag

he tried to follow along as best he could, wondering how it could come out so great for them when he couldn’t even get his eyeliner wing sharp enough

his foundation was patchy, eyeshadow passed his eyebrows and contoured waaaay too dark

the only thing he was really proud of was how he applied his lipstick, it looked so plump and perfect with it’s deep red shade

looking in the mirror, he couldn’t help but admire his look

“Even when you mess up, you still look like a snack,” he said to his reflection, leaning in to leave a kiss mark on the mirror

but just as his lips pressed on the cool glass, he heard what sounded like a camera go off

turning to find you at the door, phone out and pointed at him

“Seven’s going to get a real kick out of this,” you said, running out the room only to be followed by him chasing you

Jumin:

“MC, I’m home,” he exclaimed, walking through the door of his shared penthouse only to get no reply

‘Odd,’ he thought, making his way through the place only to find your bra on the kitchen counter

he picked it up, smirking to himself as he thought back to the kitchen counter exploration you two had that morning

he continued examine the black lace fabric, thinking back on how good it looked on you

a thought popped into his head that he wouldn’t have expected from himself

‘What would this look like on me?’

since you were nowhere to be found, he stripped down his jacket and shirt, looping his arms through the straps only to look down and stop

something felt off about this as he stretched the fabric over himself

after a minute, you walked through the front door, security escorting you in as they helped carry your grocery bags

only to walk in on your husband, shirtless in the middle of the kitchen with your bra on

before you could say anything, he turned around, revealing the oranges he had stuffed in the cups

“Um, dear,” you started, “I was going to ask you to help me bring some more bags up, but you seem to be strapped.”

the bodyguards were holding back laughs at your comment, until Jumin shot them a glare

“Oh relax, don’t get your panties in a twist~”

Saeyoung:

he was hard to embarrass

over the years you had walked in on a lot of things

trying on your dresses, force feeding Saeran honey buddha chips, talking to himself in the third person, really the list really goes on

but one you didn’t seem to expect was right in front of you

he had been quiet for a few hours, which was unlike him, so you went looking for him

only to find him in his room, laying in bed with his legs crossed as he wrote in a pink little notebook with a small padlock and label on it that read ’☆707’s Super Secret Thoughts☆’

you plopped yourself down next to him, surprising him as he scrambled to hide his book, but it was too late

you had managed to grab it from him and run as he got up to chase you

“MC, give it baaaaack,” he whined as he tried to catch up to you

“Nooo, I want to know your secret thoughts,” you replied as you scanned over the page that was open, somehow outrunning him

he had scribbled down what seemed to be in-cohesive rambling, but upon closer examination it was poetry

“Saeyoung, I didn’t know you were such a poet,” you teased only for him to finally catch up and tackle you, pinning you to the ground as he took back what was his

“I’m not! You don’t need to see that,” he said, defensively

you pouted up at him, only for him to hand you the notebook back

as you looked through and read his words, you couldn’t help but audibly ‘aw’ so he wouldn’t feel self-conscious, encouraging him to open up to you more

at one-point, you had accidentally laughed at a spelling error and he yanked the book right back, retreating to his rooms and giving you the silent treatment

turns out, he was much more sensitive than you thought, taking you days to get him to give more than just one-word responses

Saeran:

he was really one to keep to himself

solving most of his own problems and debates on his own

but one day, he seemed to be having an intense argument with himself, talking to himself out loud in his room

it got so far, that he had actually set one side of his own argument as a defense and the other as a plaintiff and his impartial decision making as the jury

he had mapped out each side of the argument, bringing up pros and cons on both side

stating his own cases to himself and trying to be objective of his own points that he brought up

all while pacing back and forth in his room alone

or so he thought

he was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear you knocking on his door or walking in when he didn’t respond

you saw the mess of papers all over the room, looking as if he had been locked in here for years with only himself to talk to when really, it couldn’t have been more than an hour since he had gone to his room to think over your question

the question? “Hey Saeran, what movie do you want to see?”

you knew he was pretty indecisive, but this just seemed like an extreme

you coughed, gaining his attention as he stopped in his tracks, clearly annoyed at the interruption in thought until he realized what was around him

“MC, I can explain”

“It seems pretty clear,” you said, picking up a piece of paper from the “plaintiff’s side”

“So are you any closer to closing this case?” you jokingly asked

“No,” he sighed, sounding defeated, “both sides have very compelling arguments.”

“How about I choose the movies from now on, okay?”

[urdearestmom]

hey!! i really like ur fics! if you do combo prompts, maybe 8 and 21 from the angst/fluff prompt list?? ur awesome!!

tysm anon!! i’m happy you like my fics :) this is something i started writing a little while ago actually (inspired by the Danny Don’t You Know music video and also the makeover scene in s1e4 of ST that i think about a lot) but your ask gave me what i needed to finish it!! i hope you enjoy it :D

prompt 8- “I’m never letting you go.”

prompt 21- “We’ll figure this out.”

“Hey, um, I’m gonna bring you something special tomorrow. A surprise.”

“Surprise?”

“A surprise is-”

“I know what a surprise is, Mike.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Um, anyway, it’s from Nancy. She thought you might like to have it.”

“Okay.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“At ten- ten-fifteen?”

“Ten-fifteen, yeah!”

“Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.”

Unfortunately, he was, and he was stressing about it the entire time he was biking to the cabin. It was because he’d been dumb and gone back to sleep after his painstakingly-set alarm woke him. Luckily, he only ended up being about ten minutes late so El hadn’t had time to worry yet, although she did give him a reproachful look when she let him into the cabin.

“I know I’m late, and I’m sorry,” he said, quickly setting the bag he’d brought on the table and opening his arms for the hug he knew El was waiting for. It’d become their customary greeting (she also hugged all their other friends whenever she saw them- including Max- but Mike’s hugs were special, apparently).

Pulling away, El’s face lit up when she looked at the bag on the table. “Is this the surprise?”

Mike nodded, about to explain, when Hopper came out of the bathroom. “I’m going to work now so you kids better behave.”

He put on his hat and grabbed his keys as the two kids saluted him exaggeratedly. El had picked it up from Dustin after he did it in front of her once, and after she started doing it the rest of her friends followed suit. Hopper always gave them dirty looks whenever they did it, but that was the intended result, after all. Pissing Hopper off just a little bit was a lot of fun.

They heard him grumble as he went out the door. “Goddamn kids…” The Blazer roared to life on the other side of the trees and faded away down the road before the two turned back to the table.

Mike couldn’t help but smile at the glee on El’s face. All he ever wanted was for her to be happy and if surprises were the way to do it, he was going to surprise her a whole lot.

She untied the knot at the top of the bag without touching it, too excited at the prospect of what could be in it to waste time untying it, and then dumped the contents out. Mike stood behind her with a wide grin, waiting for her reaction.

“Makeup?”

“Yeah! The eyeshadow was Nancy’s, but she said she never used it. It’s not really her colours,” he explained. “She thought you might like it, but she wanted to give you some other stuff too so she bought it the other day.”

El opened an eyeshadow palette to reveal varying shades of purple as well as a nice square of black at the end of the row. Spread out on the table were a tube of mascara, an eyeliner pencil, and a small tub of lip gloss. She nodded appreciatively, eyeing the different colours.

“What’s this for?” El asked, putting down the shadow and picking up the eyeliner.

“Oh, that’s eyeliner,” answered Mike, pointing around his right eye with his finger. “You sort of draw with it around your eyes. Nancy says it makes them pop.”

“Can you show me?”

Mike felt his face heat up a little and he leaned against the table. “I mean- I’m a boy, El, boys don’t usually do this kind of stuff.”

El tilted her head curiously. “But you did it for me… that time. It was good.”

“It’s cause Nancy made me let her practice on me when I was little,” he said, nervously tapping his fingers. “And then she thought it would be awesome if I could learn to do it too so I could do it for her when she’s lazy. I never have, but I guess it came in-”

There was a thump outside and the pair rushed to the window to risk a tiny peek through the curtains. They breathed twin sighs of relief upon seeing that it was just a bird that seemed to have flown directly into the cabin wall and not someone coming to kidnap El. There hadn’t been word of anything in months, but everyone was still cautious.

El turned back to the table and then looked at Mike again. “Please?”

He relented. He didn’t know how to say no to her, really. “Do you want me to do it on you or on me?”

Her eyes widened. “You can do it on you?”

“I mean-” Mike started to blush again. “I can, yeah. To show you how to do it yourself. I’ve never done eyeliner, though, Nancy just had me watch her.”

“Try!”

He sighed. “Alright, we need a mirror.”

A few moments later both teens had squeezed into the tiny bathroom which contained the only mirror in the cabin, El holding the black pencil out to Mike. He took it and stared at himself in the mirror, hesitating.

El playfully pushed his shoulder. “Show me!”

Mike sighed. “Okay,” he said, leaning toward the mirror and closing his right eye. “I think you kind of just… draw a line across your eyelid.” He did so and then leaned back to have a look. “Ugh, why is it so patchy?”

El quirked an eyebrow. “Patchy?”

“Yeah, see how it’s not a solid line? It looks like I drew it with a crayon, ew.”

She giggled at Mike’s irritated expression and poked his shoulder. “We’ll figure this out.” She watched, enraptured, as he went over the line again, darkening it until it looked more solid.

He smiled, finally satisfied. “There you go, that’s more like it!” He paused to look in the mirror again, as if to confirm. “You can also go under your eye if you want to, though if you do you gotta be careful not to stab yourself in the eye. I think I learned most swear words from the amount of times Nancy stabbed herself,” Mike joked.

El’s smile widened, encouraging Mike to show her that too, so he leaned back close to the mirror to continue. He managed to successfully underline his eye without stabbing it, although it did get a little watery and he had to blink the tears away in order to avoid ruining his painstakingly applied eyeliner. When he finished, he turned back to El and gestured to his face. “You wanna try?”

She shook her head. “Do your other one.”

Mike shrugged and got to it, unabashedly now enjoying this little impromptu makeup tutorial. He was finishing his left eye when he spoke again. “If you do under your eye, you also don’t want to make it as dark as the top. Nancy says it looks bad.”

“Okay.” El filed the information away for her attempt.

Mike leaned away again, surveying his work. “Nancy also says eyeliner is never even but I think mine looks pretty even, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Seems like I’m just a natural at this shit. If I ever have a daughter she won’t need to do her own makeup!”

El rolled her eyes fondly. “Will you let her do it on you too?”

That wasn’t even a question, it was a given. “Of course, duh.” Mike hesitated before speaking again. “Plus, I mean… it kinda looks cool, I guess.”

El nodded affirmatively. “You look bitchin’.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Mike smiled again, a warm feeling bubbling up in his chest like Coke when you open the bottle after you shake it. “Cool.”

“Can I try now?” El asked shyly, holding her hand out for the pencil.

“Yeah, go for it!” He answered, placing it in her palm. He watched as she stepped closer to the mirror to get a good look at her eye before raising the pencil to it.

“Like this?” She asked, looking at him out of the corner of eye.

Mike reached over to correct her fingers. “More like this, but yeah. Now you just… draw.”

“Okay.” El started with short, light strokes, not really making much of a line. It was even patchier than Mike’s first try. “Like this?” She asked again, turning so he could see her face fully.

Mike shook his head. “Sort of, but it’s really patchy, see? You have to go over it a lot to make it dark. Try doing longer strokes, it might work better.”

A few minutes later, El had finished her first eye. It was a little shaky but it was something, and Mike was proud of her for trying.

She pouted. “It’s not good like yours.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but it’s only your first try and apparently, I’m good at this. You’ll get better if you keep practicing, so try your other one.”

“Can you do it?”

“El,” Mike laughed, “I could but that’s not the point, you have to try it!”

She harrumphed and turned back to the mirror, clearly displeased with his answer. To make up for it, Mike stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling into her neck. The tip of his nose pressed into her jaw and he rubbed it softly, taking in her smell. She kind of smelled like Hopper, which Mike guessed came from living in such close quarters with the man and using the same soap, but without the lingering scent of cigarettes. El was like a cleaner, cuter, girl version of her adoptive dad. It sounded kind of weird, but Mike liked it. It was comforting. He pressed a short little kiss into the side of her neck and El shivered.

“That tickles,” she said, slightly glaring at him through the mirror, the pencil paused on its way down her eyelid.

“Does it?” He did it again, grinning.

“Mike!” She protested, squirming in his grip. “Let go, I want to finish.”

He promptly put his chin on her shoulder so they were both facing the mirror, squeezing a little tighter. “I’m never letting you go.”

El’s piercing gaze softened a little. “You don’t have to,” she murmured. “I’m not leaving.”

Suddenly, Mike’s arms were shoved away from her, forced to his sides. “But I want to finish!”

“That’s so not fair!”

“Tell that to your- your perfect eyeliner!”

“It’s not perfect, I’m just good at it,” Mike scoffed.

El huffed. “Go away.”

“Fine!”

Mike went back into the open area and sat on the couch with his arms crossed, staring at the wall, but a moment later he had an idea. He snatched the tub of lip gloss off the table and opened it, smearing some on his index finger and then swiping it across his lower lip. He did that thing Nancy did all the time, pressing his lips together to spread it around, then made his way back to the bathroom.

“How do I look?” He asked, popping his head through the doorway. “I stole some of this,” he added, holding out the little container.

El squinted. “Cute.”

Mike made sure she was watching as his tongue flickered out to taste it, her eyes following. “Mm, tastes like strawberry.”

Her eyes widened. “Can I have some?!”

“Well, you can’t eat it,” he answered fondly. “But you can put some on, when you’re done being mean to me.”

“I’m not being mean to you!”

“Tell that to my perfect eyeliner!”

El groaned. “Mike.”

“El.”

“Let me finish,” she whined. “I’m almost done!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you finish,” he said, raising his hands and backing out.

She was out of the bathroom a few seconds later, holding up the eyeliner proudly. “Is it good?”

Mike turned to look at her and smiled at her expression. El looked so happy, and he was glad that he was there to see it. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that her left eye was a tad more crooked than she probably wanted it to be. “Yeah, looks great!”

“Can I have some strawberry lips now?” She asked, looking expectantly at him.

“Yeah, here you go,” he replied, handing her the tub of lip gloss. He watched confusedly as she put it down on the table and looked back at him, her eyes glimmering. They flickered down to his now shiny lips and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe because he knew what was coming next.

And come it did. El cupped his cheeks and pulled his face down to her level to connect their lips, the end result of which was indeed her getting lip gloss all over her mouth. A sense of peace settled over Mike at feeling her so close to him and knowing he wasn’t ever letting her go. A few seconds later, El pulled away and licked her lips.

“It does taste like strawberry,” she giggled, looking up at Mike, who was sure he had the dopiest expression on his face.

“Can we do that again?”

[givemesomeseoul]

Wonho Route Part 3

You didn’t mean it...

Why is there a thunderstorm today of all days? All this loud annoying ass thunder. Curse this gosh damn hangover! I mean for crying out loud why did I drink on a fucking school night? You had a little too much to drink last night with your girlfriends and ended up passing out on your living room floor in a giant cuddle-fest mess. HyunA was in her bra and panties, Hani had no pants on and was drooling on your furry area rug and, LE had thrown up a little bit in the kitchen sink (good thing you did the dishes) and fell asleep with her head buried in HyunA boobs. They left at 8am to head to their respective businesses which in turn woke you up. Your first class wasn’t until twelve but you decided to wake up early and make yourself breakfast to help calm your mind...and stomach. As you checked out what was in your kitchen to eat you glanced at your phone and saw a notification.

“Wanna hang out this weekend? Maybe something a little more...romantic this time? Winky face?!” You read the text out loud to yourself and felt your heart thump at the suggestive winky face.

Does he like me or something? Is that what’s happening? No...no. I will not do this to myself. Not until I’m sure. I’ll go out with him again but, I will not get all love-struck and hurt myself if this isn’t what this is about. You were having a stern internal monologue as you prepared your breakfast. You closed your texts and started watching Korean makeup tutorials on a very low volume (because hangover). Before you knew it, it was time to go to class with...him.

…

You slowly sat down at your bench and blankly stared at your phone. Wonho then walked in and sat down at his bench next to yours. You got a text from Wonho again.

“Hey you ;) How are you?” He was eagerly looking at you with his big brown puppy eyes which made you smile despite your misery. You texted him back with a coy smile.

“Hey you lol. I’m ok. A little hungover but, alright. How about you?” Wonho chuckled to himself and looked at you with a smile of disbelief.

“You got drunk on a school night?! XD” You teasingly scoffed audibly as you rolled your eyes at him.

“It just sort of happened for your information. I invited my girlfriends over and we got a little carried away. You should’ve seen the cluster fuck of disaster we were in this morning lol.” Wonho laughed out loud making people turn to look at him. He meekly bowed his head in embarrassment. You covered your mouth and quietly giggled to yourself making Wonho turn to you and playfully glare at you. You waved at him but stopped as the professor began to speak.     

“Afternoon class.” The professor was wearing bright pink glasses with equally as bright matching lipstick. It was so bright on such a cloudy day it made your eyes hurt to look at her. Then again it probably had something to do with the hellish hangover. “Today I want you to get in your groups and continue working on your project. If you have questions ask me and each other for help. Get to work.” Everyone began standing and shuffling to their groups while Wonho cheerfully made his way over to your bench.

“Hi.” He was smiling at you super obviously and it was a little overwhelming since your group members were watching. You avoided eye contact and used your awkward “professional” voice.

“Hey. So um...are we ready to get to work? I did some more sketches yesterday and played with different fabrics and colors. I was thinking of some ripped hot pink fishnet stockings with a pair of metallic lavender shorts and then a pastel color off the shoulder crop top with a silver pentagram on it and maybe outlining it with some black glitter. For an outfit like this, I think some crazy high white platforms with some bold buckles on it would be a good choice. Then add some more chains and metal with the jewelry and accessories.” Everyone was nodding as you explained some of your ideas then one by one everyone shared their ideas. When Wonho’s turn came you tried to pay extra attention.

“So my idea was a unisex tunic/dress sort of thing. I was thinking of having it as a pale pastel sky blue with some white lace details or trim or something. Then maybe to add to the unisex factor it could be paired with a pair of ripped jeans of some complementary pastel shade like a light gray denim or maybe even white and then a pair of rave-style platform boots in some out of the box shade to made it a little edgier.” Everyone was nodding and intrigued by the idea but all you could think of was.

Oh my goodness, he used the color scheme of what I was wearing on our date yesterday. How cute!

“Why do you want it to be unisex?” A girl in our group raised the question with a slightly pointed tone.

“Well, I think it would be kind of cool. Fashion is becoming more inclusive especially in western countries. It’s trendy to push and blur the lines of gender with your fashion so I think goth and pastel would be perfect for that. You know that Tumblr aesthetic that’s on the rise.” Everyone exclaimed impressed with his reasoning including you.

Wow~ he’s so cool and professional. He must really keep up with what’s trendy to draw inspiration. Also...he uses Tumblr?!

“So how about now we each pick one of our sketches to be our final design and then start talking construction.” Everyone exclaimed and nodded in agreement as they flipped through their sketchbooks. You decided to go with your fishnets and shorts idea and, Wonho picked his unisex dress/tunic outfit. After everyone picked their outfits the group started talking about what fabric to use and how to get a hold of the shoes and accessories when your professor spoke.

“It seems like you guys have a lot of dialog going on which is always good if it’s about the task at hand like I hope. I’m gonna start walking around and talking through your ideas so be ready to fill me in.” Your group was all set for when she came over. When she finally made her way over your were actually excited to share your ideas.

“So group three. Show me whatcha ya got.” Wonho spoke up first and explained his unisex tunic/dress idea which seemed to also intrigue the professor. “Sounds very interesting. What’s the inspiration?”

“Well, the idea for it being unisex I got from western fashion and Tumblr with how now the younger generation likes to blur the lines of gender with what they wear. The colors I got from a date I went on actually. The girl was wearing this really pretty sky blue dress with white sneakers and it was just so perfect for that day I wanted to use it for this.”

Aw. He told her about our date...more or less. You were touched and could feel tears kind of welling up in your eyes but you reminded yourself you were in class so don’t cry like a lil’ bitch. The professor nodded with a slight smile brimming with intrigue.

“I like that a lot actually very edgy and trendsetting. I think you should give it a bit of a torn flowing train and maybe something a little corset like in the front to add to the gothic aspect. A little more attention to detail and I think it could work pretty well.” Wonho nodded and politely thanked the professor for her feedback. “Now onto you. Show me what you got.” You began to explain to her your idea with the fishnets and the metallic lavender shorts and the crop top the professor simply nodded. “Ok well I think this is a good starting point but, it needs some more tweaking. I think the top could be a little more on the sleek and sexy side of crop tops instead of a baggy eighties style crop top since we want it to have a gothic modern look.”

You nodded. “Ok, that makes sense.”

“I also think maybe having rainbow colored pastel fishnets would be a little cooler with maybe a little silver or black glitter. Keep the rips though I love that. I do have to say I don’t think a stretchy fabric is the way to go on those shorts. I like the metallic lavender idea but make sure the fabric itself is also gothic and flattering. Ok? Good job though I love the ideas especially with the accessories and shoes. Can’t wait for your next draft.” You nodded and could feel your heart slightly sink. It’s not that you didn’t like the criticism or that you’re bad at taking it it’s just that you weren’t expecting so much of it when you worked so hard.

Was it really that bad?.....

You were overthinking everything and could feel your mood getting worse. When class finally ended you just wanted to run away. As you walked out of the room with a long face Wonho sped up to you and nudged your arm.

“Don’t beat yourself up. She just wants to make sure you do your best and I mean she did say she liked it.” You looked at him with a slightly irritated glaring expression.

“I know. It’s not a big deal. No need for a pep talk...” Your tone was very agitated especially as you grumbled towards the end which seemed to hurt Wonho’s feelings quite a bit.

“You just looked upset so I-” You stopped and looked at him.

“Look I get it but you don’t have to. It’s no big deal. It’s fine. She gave constructive feedback. Please just back off a little. You’re not my boyfriend so just leave me alone and stop smothering me.” You then put on your headphones and walked away leaving him standing there sad and confused.  

“...We could do something fun... to cheer you up like go look at some street art or…something...” He lowered his eyes as he softly spoke after you left.

I don’t care if it was a little harsh I just want to be left alone to think...I need to focus on this project because clearly, I’m off my game running around after him.

You didn’t mean it...

[miraculousstorytelling]

Not sure if I should send this in a message or an ask for the prompt xD Ladrien 11! Lose yourself!

I really enjoyed writing this! I adore Ladrien, and this was a fun excuse to write them being a little awkward around each other.

According to everything he’d ever read or watched, panicking over a first date was perfectly normal. Adrien tried to remind himself of that as he tossed aside yet another shirt, muttering something about the wrong shade of blue. Plagg watched from his safe haven on top of Adrien’s monitor, munching on a slice of Camembert.

“I have nothing to wear,” Adrien finally grumbled.

Plagg looked down at his floor, eyeing each pile of clothing before shooting Adrien a look. “Really?”

“I can’t mess this up! You don’t get it! This has to be perfect.” Adrien sighed and leaned back against the wall, glaring at each and every scrap of offending fabric in his closet.

“You could always wear your suit.” Plagg snickered as he popped the last crumb into his mouth.

“You don’t think that’s a little much?” Adrien asked, voice quiet.

Plagg stared at him for a long moment, gauging how serious Adrien was before finally drawling, “Sure, show up for a rooftop picnic in a tux.”

Adrien chewed at his lower lip. “Well, I have a lot of choices and-” He paused when realization struck and he frowned over at Plagg. “You meant showing up as Chat Noir.”

Plagg snorted. “Of course.”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“So is this.” Plagg gestured to the clothes strewn over the floor.

Adrien rolled his eyes and returned to his closet for another look. “You don’t understand love.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Plagg mumbled, reaching for another piece of cheese.

According to every YouTube tutorial and cheerful Pinterest step by step picture set, this should have been easy. Marinette glared at herself in the mirror, the beginnings of a braid drooping on one side of her head while the half-finished braid on the other side unraveled as she whimpered. “This is hopeless!”

Tikki flew up beside her, gently patting her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Marinette. I’m sure you’ll find something that looks nice.”

“It can’t just look nice, Tikki! It has to be perfect!”

Tikki smiled, her voice soft. “No, it doesn’t. You know he likes you the way you are, hair and all.”

“But this is our first date,” Marinette whined, dragging her fingers through her hair to start over. “What if I mess it up? What if I wear my hair wrong and it has some hidden meaning and insults him and he never wants to talk to me again and-”

“Wow! Slow down!” Tikki flew in front of her.

Marinette groaned and covered her face. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Yes, you can!” Tikki raised her voice. “You’re Ladybug! If you can fight akumas, you can go on a date with Adrien.”

“You’re right.” Marinette’s breathing evened out, and she finally peeked out at her kwami. “Thanks, Tikki.”

Tikki beamed up at her and nuzzled her cheek. “Go ahead and try it again. I have a feeling you’ll be luckier this time.”

When Ladybug finally dropped onto Adrien’s windowsill, she took a moment to watch him pace back and forth in front of his closet, smiling at the way he raked his fingers through his hair. After a moment, she knocked to catch his attention and waved when he turned to look at her.

He grinned, the sight nearly enough to make her lose her grip on her yo-yo, and he raced over to open the window for her. “Ladybug! Hey!” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, do you want to come in or…”

“No! I mean, um…” She offered a hand, hoping she wasn’t blushing, despite the telltale heat across the back of her neck. “Well, we have food waiting for us, so…”

“Better not keep it waiting.” He smiled and slipped his hand in hers, making the skin under her suit tingle as she pulled him to her side.

She hooked an arm around his waist, her heart racing. “Hold on tight.”

The sensation of his warm fingers draping over the back of her neck made her breath catch. He nodded up at her, a bright pink flush covering his cheeks. “O-okay. I’m ready.”

“Good. Um.” She nodded, her voice tight. “Let’s go.” She leapt out the window, expertly catching them both to swing forward. Thankfully, she’d secured a nice spot nearby for their picnic, so she didn’t have to worry about traveling too far. It was difficult to focus when her mind kept reminding her that Adrien was right beside her, and the light woody scent she’d probably remember for the rest of her life was Adrien’s, and the warmth beside her was Adrien holding onto her.

“You look nice!” he called over the wind racing past their ears. “I really like your hair.”

“You do, too!” she shouted back, barely managing a quick look. He hadn’t dressed up much, compared to how his normal outfits from school, but it was enough to show he’d put some care into his appearance. Not that it mattered. Adrien would look gorgeous in anything at all. “And thank you!”

He smiled, soft green eyes crinkling around the corners, and her heart soared.

They landed moments later, both blushing and both a little windswept. Thankfully, she’d used enough hairspray and bobby pins that she didn’t have to worry about her hair being ruined by her unusual method of transportation.

“It’s right over here.” She took a steadying breath before stepping closer and slipping her trembling fingers in his.

He tensed and glanced down at their intertwined fingers before giving them a brief squeeze and treating her to another heart stopping smile. Absolutely positive she was blushing now, Ladybug led him to the small blanket and basket she’d laid out before going to pick him up.

She gestured for him to sit before she busied herself with unpacking the basket and laying out the baked goods she’d packed. Unfortunately, Adrien was only too happy to help, which meant he was close enough for a hand to brush over hers several times. Each brief contact stole more of her breath and raised goosebumps along her skin.

“This looks amazing.” He set a plate of cookies in the middle of the blanket.

“Thanks,” Ladybug answered, which had to be an automatic reaction, because she still wasn’t sure where her voice had gone.

“I, um… I’m really glad you said yes to this.”

“Me, too,” she admitted, grinning up at him as she laid out the last paper box. “I hope you’re hungry.”

As much as she’d worried about everything, up to and including spilling every plate on Adrien, the dinner was going surprisingly well so far. They were actually talking, which was leagues ahead of her day-to-day relationship with Adrien.

“So, you and Chat Noir aren’t dating?”

Ladybug chuckled. “I wouldn’t be out here with you if we were.”

Adrien looked down, picking at a croissant. “Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”

“He, um…” She shrugged. “He’s a great partner and honestly a wonderful person. I just, well…” She smiled, a blush rising over her cheeks. “I already liked you.”

“R-really?” He brightened.

“Yeah, of course!” She waved a hand. “Who wouldn’t like you?”

“Well, you’re incredible, and you save our lives every day.” His lips quirked into a half-smile. “Who wouldn’t like you?”

“You mean, besides Hawkmoth?” she teased.

“He’s a villain. He doesn’t count.”

“What about spoiled blondes in my class?”

He raised a brow. “As a spoiled blond myself, I think I have the authority to say none of us could possibly hate you.”

“You’re not spoiled!” She shook her head. “Trust me. I’ve met spoiled, and you’re absolutely one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. You’re sweet and smart and selfless, and you’re such a great friend…” her voice trailed off as he stared at her. “I mean, from what I’ve heard.”

It was too easy to forget she was Ladybug. Ladybug didn’t know everything about Adrien. She didn’t share classes with him. She didn’t stammer and wave every morning. She didn’t know what kind of food he had for lunch most days. She didn’t know his favorite video game. Marinette knew all of those things, and as far as he knew, Marinette wasn’t here.

It was dangerously easy to lose herself in the moment with him, especially when moonlight spilled over his features and left him glowing, especially when his eyes met hers with that same soft sincerity that won her over the day he’d given her his umbrella.

“I…” he let out a soft half-chuckle. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

Adrien knew that spending an evening with Ladybug would be amazing. After all, they’d patrolled together, so he knew they enjoyed each other’s company, even if she didn’t know he was Chat Noir. He expected it to be fun. He expected to like her food. He expected to blush a few times.

He didn’t expect to fall for Ladybug even more than he already had.

He caught himself on the verge of making a pun a few times, nearly slipped into their familiar banter at least four times, and he caught himself on the verge of saying something that could reveal his identity more times than he liked to admit.

“Well, I mean it,” Ladybug whispered, blue eyes still fixed on his.

“I think you’re amazing,” he breathed, sure that he must be blushing again by now, “You’re so brave and brilliant and…” He reached out to gently lace his fingers in hers, relishing in the sparks that danced across his skin where it made contact with her suit. “I love y- um…” He coughed, reminding himself of where and who he was. “I’d love to see you again.”

It was too easy to forget he was Adrien. Adrien didn’t know everything about Ladybug. He didn’t go on patrols with her. He wasn’t her partner. He didn’t know how she liked to make puns, leagues better than his. He didn’t know she liked to play tag along the Eiffel Tower at midnight. He didn’t know that she whined about early morning akumas during their patrols. He didn’t know enough about her to be in love with her yet. Chat Noir knew every single one of those things, and he would gladly offer them up as one of a million reasons to be head over heels for Ladybug. The only problem was that he wasn’t Chat Noir right now.

It was much too easy to lose himself when he was around Ladybug, especially with the night sky of Paris twinkling overhead while the two of them talked alone on a rooftop.

Luckily, she simply squeezed his hand in hers and grinned, the sight so dazzling he was sure he’d never see anything as beautiful again. “I’d love that.”

From this prompt list! Feel free to send in a ship and a prompt number!

[dramallamadingdang]

Lotsa replies

Figured I’d better do ‘em before I get absorbed in writing up this tutorial thing...

These go back a ways because I’ve been, as usual, lazy/preoccupied. :) They’re for @esotheria-sims, @maybesomethingdunno, @nerianasims, @penig, @holleyberry, @plumbobsquareface (who has an awesome username), @immerso-sims, @eulaliasims, @lisac-h, @mustluvcatz-reloaded, @sim-boo, @acquiresimoleons, @pensblr, @didilysims, annnnnnnnd @mrningbrd...

Geez, I need to not put off doing these like this... And I should probably split this up, but...meh.

esotheria-sims replied to your post “So, um....”

Well, with an introduction like this, even if I *weren't* interested in the stuff you have to offer (spoiler alert: I am), I'd still be curious to see what it is at the very least. :) Some of those old Pandorasims sets (if those are what you were referring to here) could definitely use better textures.

Yup, some of the stuff is from Pandorasims, indeed. And from xxxsims. Slig did some nice recolors of some of the latter’s stuff, at least, but I want to high-res ‘em a bit and do some different colors for my own uses. The Pandora stuff, though? Needs serious help. I mean, I get that the textures for these items were probably not the main attraction and all, but...well, such things are important to me. :) I want my game to look nice even if no one sees this particular aspect of it but me. And I imagine storytellers would want better-looking textures, too, for pics/videos.

maybesomethingdunno replied to your post “So, um....”

Generally speaking, I feel like if you want to create something (whether it's Sims content, a story, or a goofy sketch), then create it. When it comes to Sims content, there's always someone who'll download and appreciate the content. Simmers are a diverse breed with a wild assortment of stories, hoods, and gameplay needs/desires. So on the heels of "If you want to make it, make it" is "If you want to share what you've made, share it." Kinky Sims for all! :D

*high five* Yeah, I know what you mean and that’s generally my attitude, too. This stuff, however, was going to be just for me, but then I got to thinking about how there’s a dearth of nice-looking stuff of this type and...Well, I can do something about that. I think, anyway. We’ll see, with some of the stuff. But, due to the more sensitive nature of this kind of stuff...Well, I second-guess. :)

nerianasims replied to your post “So, um....”

I'm interested and have no need to be anon about it. (Also grr 50 Shades times a million, such a horrible example and SO badly written to boot.)

OMG, don’t even get me started. I mean, OK, yeah, the whole thing sort of normalized mine and my husband’s lifestyle a little bit which on the one hand might be a good thing....but on the other hand, it didn’t do it right. Even if it was well-written (which it totally isn’t; it was a bad Twilight fanfic that was obviously written by someone who’d never had even remotely kinky sex, much less any contact with real people who practice BDSM), it portrayed an abusive relationship, not the sort of thing real people who are into this sort of thing practice. Just...ugh. Awful, awful thing. >:(

penig replied to your photo “Owen has…interesting…jammies.  And, like Aaron when he was a kid, Owen...”

What pervert even made those in a kid's size?

Skell, I think. I think it’s part of her repository project. I don’t think it’s necessarily perverted, though, especially not in game context. I mean, if you go by the speech bubbles, kids regularly talk about sex with their parents/siblings at the dinner table in the game. :) But even if that wasn’t the case...Well, kids will wear or have or do inappropriate things that they don’t know are inappropriate. They just think it’s pretty or something. Like, in this case, I imagine Owen likes those jammie pants just because they have purple hearts on them. He’s purple, so he likes purple things. :) He has no idea what they mean, and his parents probably think it’s funny. Because they’re that way.

holleyberry replied to your photo “Do you think she adores him? I think she adores him. He, of course, is...”

What's a Gilsbruty to do?

Not much, apparently. *grumble* CERTAINLY NOT PROCREATE! *glares at Simon and wills him to pass on his genes, dammit!*

plumbobsquareface replied to your post “Were-Klingons! Actually, wouldn't that be a nice idea for a default...”

i'm so glad to see other simers that are also into star trek :')

Ohhhhh, I’m a big huge honking dorky Trek nerd. Even published a fanzine, back in the day, was heavily involved in Usenet newsgroups in the early days of the internet and was staff on one of the big-at-the-time forums when such things came to be. I’m not in the fandom per se anymore at all for various reasons, but I’ll always watch the shows and read fanfic and that sort of thing. (DS9 is my fave. TOS will always have a special place in my heart, of course, but most of my Trekker heart belongs to DS9. :) )

immerso-sims replied to your photo “Aaron GilsCarbo, dancing like the nerd he is.”

Dem pink sandals tho ;)

Aren’t they precious? He actually aged into the outfit all by his little self and the pink sandals just sort of define him. That and the surfer hair. :)

maybesomethingdunno replied to your photo “This is Josephine. Young, pregnant with an unknown number of babies,...”

Next she will become addicted to Sim cat nip :P

...And then she’ll be in and out of rehab for the rest of her life. Such a sad, sad tale of woe. :)

lisac-h replied to your photo “Aaron rolled up a want for that “I was abducted by aliens”...”

Mark Twain saw Worf and said, "Werewolf!"

He did, didn’t he? HAH! :D God, it’s been forever since I’ve watched TNG. It’s not my favorite of the shows, but I should give it a rewatch one of these days...

eulaliasims replied to your post “Oh, God, it’s the 10 questions meme again!”

I would add an evil laughter gif here, but Tumblr won't let me, so you'll have to imagine it. :P Yeah, it can be surprisingly hard to find historical fiction that isn't focused on romance sometimes. I don't mind some, but when it seems to take over the rest of the story... meh. That's what I read fanfic for. And now I have the Ride of the Valkyries in my head too, but at least it's not Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer again.

It’s not that I can’t deal with ANY romance in historical fiction. I can if it makes sense within the story and the real history because, hey, these were real people and they fell in love and had relationships and all that. One of my favorite books (The Sunne in Splendour, by Sharon Kay Penman) is about Richard III, and a chunk of the 1000-page plot is about the relationship between him and his eventual wife and what impact that had on him as a person which in turn affected what kind of king he was, and that’s all good. But then there are those that are set in, say, Henry VIII’s court and it’s all thinly-veiled trashy romance novel tripe. (Yes, Philippa Gregory, I’m looking at you.) If I want that, I’ll sit and watch The Tudors, for God’s sake because ooh! Really hot men, gayness, AND boobies, yay! :) I’d rather read about about how that court really was. I mean, it was intriguing enough without having to pruriently sex it up. :p 

Geez, this is my “ragging on popular books” post, apparently. :) And you’re welcome for Ride of the Valkyries. *evil* It is now, thankfully out of my head.

mustluvcatz-reloaded replied to your post “Oh, God, it’s the 10 questions meme again!”

I'm half tempted to answer your questions just because they're so NOT about the sims, but I may be too lazy to right now, lol.

You should do it! I want to know what brand of TP you use! :)

acquiresimoleons replied to your photo “Aaron got his wish to grow up, ‘cuz, y’know, it’s not like it’s...”

I never could work out how to make a restaurant run properly either.

The “secret” is to run them with as few employees as possible. Especially at first. Because they will suck out all the money you make and more. So, you either have to have the owner do all the functions (Host(ess), cook, waitstaff) -- which you can do at first because you won’t have a lot of customers until the place levels up to at least Level 3 -- OR you have to use slave labor family members to fill the roles. 

Also, having a limited menu of items that don’t require a lot of cooking skill is necessary, unless/until your cook levels up. Otherwise customers will end up with a lot of burnt meals, which lowers loyalty and makes it harder to get stars and level-ups and all that.

acquiresimoleons replied to your photo “And Owen, Arcadia’s other alien sprog, grew up, too. He looks like a...”

His face kinda scares me ��

It’s the eyes. They’re creepy. But it’s what the PT who spawned him has, so...

sim-boo replied to your photo “Simon being macho… …and, afterwards, not so macho. :) And that’s it...”

R u saying bubble baths arent macho?

Well, anything that a macho man does becomes macho, right? :) But, traditionally? Not so much, no. :)

didilysims replied to your photoset “Simon taught Suzy to roll over….and then cleaned up an ocean of dog...”

Wow, that's more pee than I'd think would fit inside that little dog!

*laugh* Well, it is two dogs’ worth of pee. :) And one of them is a big dog. They just both chose the same pee spot. Right by the front door, of course. *eye roll*

pensblr replied to your photo “Nekkid treadmilling. Saves on laundry.”

*laughs* Just imagine how unfortunate it would be if sims experienced the real life pain of falling on a treadmill...while naked.

I know! I have visions of dangly bits caught in the mechanism, and OW! :) That’s totally a bad kind of ow, too.

mrningbrd replied to your photo “Oh, Benny. Benny, Benny, Benny… Of course, it happened right after...”

tell simon i can relate. this happened the other night at 4 am. my condolences

Oh, God, you poor thing. My dogs at home in Colorado are constantly having skunk encounters lately, apparently. (I’m not there, at the moment, but the ranch hands report in regularly. :) ) It didn’t used to be so bad, but apparently there’s a skunk population explosion in the nearby area...

[3arzal]

my take on the sfw + nsfw headcanons based on this list! + (fem!yoonmin version by @yoonminist​ dfjgoacnaijf)

SFW

who cooks?

yoongi is pretty helpless when it’s not cooking coffee (if you fucking cook coffee at all) but he makes pretty mean ramen but jimin is the one who can cook basic dishes albeit he’s a lil bit clumsy. he often goes to youtube for tutorials and stuff but it’s okay cause it doesn’t taste bad at all!

who’s the messiest? the cleanest?

jimin is not messy, per se, but he likes to put things where it doesn’t belong lmao but he doesn’t leave clothes on the floor or socks everywhere, no. yoongi though is neater than him cause he’s a creature of habit so he likes his things where he wants them and last saw them.

who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

yoongi! he’s the type who knows basic procedures but jimin is the one on the phone already contacting nearby mechanics or something.

living space has a leak! who fixes it?

yoongi, but he will fail and give up and they’ll end up calling the plumbers lol

who buys the groceries?

they both write a list because they don’t want anything they don’t need (aside from a few snacks that jimin buys like jellies and stuff) and then they go together. jimin will push the cart around and yoongi walks beside him with the list and his phone out for the calculator.

going out to eat: who pays? who orders the most food? and who has dessert?

i feel like there’s a system here -- when they go out for say, fast food, food stalls, hole-in-the-walls, or a food tent, jimin pays. but yoongi is the one who pays when they’re out on restaurants or even buffets! yoongi eats like a normal guy (bout 2-3 servings, or as normal as a guy can get aha) and jimin eats less than him but jimin lives for dessert! 

would they go to the beach?

they would! jimin loves the beach, and yoongi likes it too but he isn’t exactly a fan of going into the water. he’ll sit on a beach chair under the shade as jimin plays in the water.

who knows how to swim? who doesn’t?

jimin knows! yoongi probably knows how to paddle.

is someone multilingual? do they try to teach another language to the other? how does it go?

no. they have hard satoori tongues and while learning the seoul dialect was relatively easy, i don’t think it translates to another language. they do know a few japanese phrases from watching anime.

any pets? or plants?

min holly! and they own a few succulents just to give the house a greener vibe.

baths or showers? together or separate? any bubbles or bubble fights?

both of them like baths, that’s for sure. but they don’t always have the time for that. when they do they lay together in the water for a couple of minutes holding hands and exchanging stories. yoongi doesn’t like to shower together that often though. jimin likes a nice long shower after workout. no bubble fights because they’re mainly wrapped up in each other during baths.

can they stand silence? who talks the most? who talks the least?

they can. it’s a nice thing for the both of them but jimin cannot stand it for way too long since he needs to be talking to yoongi like all the time. yoongi doesn’t mind though. but jimin knows when to stay quiet when yoongi is working!

who stays up late? who sleeps the most? does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

yoongi always stays up later than jimin. jimin can stay up late but he doesn’t want to stay that late since his sleep is important. before he passes out though he makes sure to remind yoongi never to stay up til early morning. jimin will wake up first and then he allows an hour or two more for yoongi to catch some sleep but not more than that.

who is the highest maintenance? does the other mind?

none of them are. they’re pretty mature, but of course yoongi likes to indulge his baby most of the time. jimin doesn’t mind though cause it makes him feel special. jimin indulges him in um...other ways.

vacation ideas: who decides them? where would they go, if anywhere?

when it gets extremely cold, they always want to go somewhere hot (southeast asian countries). sometimes when jimin stumbles upon a travel blog that he finds really cool he can persuade yoongi into going to that place (a really pretty village in japan or shanghai) but the main goal is new york city!

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how often do they have sex, if at all?

about three times a week, penetrative sex-wise. random orals are there because yoongi once told jimin he looks good on his knees as he looks up at  yoongi with wide eyes. sometimes when they’re really horny and really sleepy they just rut against each other until they cum.

who brings ideas? who initiates?

both of them. they’re not really shy with sex. jimin is the one who brings the New Ideas to the table and of course yoongi is down with them all as long as it doesn’t involve anything dangerous.

any kinks they clash on?

none. they’re pretty vanilla for the most part but when jimin said that he likes to be manhandled some days, yoongi was a bit skeptical but he learned how to do it as time passes by.

oddest place they’d have sex?

jimin has the tendency to want to have sex in public places, but yoongi doesn’t ever allow that cause it’s seriously too risky cause jimin can get pretty loud. but there was one time at a starbucks restroom.

favourite positions?

for penetrative sex, there are a few: missionary, when jimin rides yoongi either way (front or back), doggy style because yoongi can never resist jimin’s ass. jimin likes to drop on his knees for yoongi, and yoongi likes jimin’s ass on his face. sometimes they 69, but most of the time it’s just yoongi eating jimin out cause he loves that.

dom/top? sub/bottom? any switches?

for the most part, yoongi tops and jimin is happy to let him. jimin is naturally a submissive person. yoongi doesn’t really want anything up  his ass, but he lets jimin power bottom sometimes. also, they’re into the big space little space thing :-)

genital headcanons?

yoongi has a big dick. jimin has a nipple pierced. 

favourite erogenous zones?

jimin has sensitive nipples. really sensitive nipples. his neck when kissed and laved on is sensitive. the back of his ears where yoongi spends most of his time. his stomach, too and the insides of this thighs.

for yoongi it’s his chest. jimin spends a lot of time on yoongi’s chest. his neck, too. his v-lines and the area below his stomach and above his dick.

quickest turn ons? immediate turn offs?

when yoongi sucks behind jimin’s ear, he’s already turned-on. dirty talk. when jimin’s ass gets caressed or when yoongi spends too much time caressing jimin’s thigh when they’re watching a movie. yoongi gets so turned on when jimin’s voice gets all high and whiny, and when he’s extra submissive, and when jimin maintains eye contact with big, glassy eyes. not so much a turn off, nothing can ever really turn them off then they’re at it.

first to orgasm? last to orgasm? who comes the most? does someone ever end up unfinished?

it’s always a mission for yoongi to make jimin come first. and jimin comes a lot in thick, fat streaks. yoongi comes after just the same, but it’s jimin who takes a while to get over the shock. yoongi has to cuddle him for several minutes before jimin comes down, esp from a pretty intense orgasm. nobody ends up unfinished -- rule #1.

favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

hand holding is def something they always do. and when they’re on missionary position they like to look into each other’s eyes like a bunch of saps. sometimes they kiss with their eyes open, staring at each other although it’s hard and awkward. when jimin is riding yoongi, yoongi likes to press his face into jimin’s chest and his hands are settled on jimin’s lower back. 

how are their afterglows?

as mentioned, it takes a while for jimin to recover so yoongi holds him through it. after a while, they’re still cuddling and jimin will trace patterns on yoongi’s chest, kitten licks on his neck as yoongi rubs his hand all over jimin’s hip and lower back. jimin is a nice shade of pink.

who’s loud? who’s quiet? does one try to make the other louder/quieter? how?

jimin is fucking loud. he’s loud, moans a lot and whines a lot. yoongi doesn’t mind. when they’re at home, yoongi doesn’t stop him even though he’s pretty sure jimin’s sounds bleed through the thin walls. but on some days when he gets super super loud, yoongi asks him to stay quiet and jimin will bit on his bent index finger. he’ll bite and suck on it to muffle his moans and whines a bit.

lights on or off? do they look at each other? or is someone embarrassed?

initially, jimin was insistent that they always have sex with the lights off because the only ever time they have sex at the beginning of their relationship was during the night time. so yoongi doesn’t have to see jimin’s face/body. gradually, jimin became more confident so they leave a lamp on, or the lights all the way open. then they ascended into morning sex and sex at all times, in broad daylight. yes they do look at each other! jimin was initially embarrassed about eye contact, but eventually he got over that.

open or closed relationship? do they sometimes share?

they have a really exclusive relationship. yoongi doesn’t share jimin with anyone, and jimin is pretty happy to be someone’s baby.