#GUNSHOTS.

[husbandhoshi]

[9:47 AM] *suggestive

the first thing you learn about seungcheol is that his towels are embroidered. csc, they read, in gold thread on absurdly plush bath towels.

(actually, the first thing you learned about him was that he's a good kisser. you learned this the hard way, outside the bar, after all your friends had gone home and it just was you, him, and his tongue in your mouth.)

as a rule, you try not to learn anything about your late night escapades, but, evidently, you have already failed.

it's easy to notice his bathroom looks much bigger than it did last night, now that all the lights are on. he has not one, but two, matching rugs, and the sconce lights make the marble countertop look like it's made of water. nestled in the corner is a little tray with all his cologne lined up end to end—armani, dior, chanel.

you pick up the silvery one on the end and smell the cap. (yes, this one. he was wearing this one last night, right in the space where his collarbone met the base of his neck. you had kissed him there, and he had asked you to go home with him. creed, aventus, it says.)

he even has the drunk elephant moisturizer, although it looks criminally underused. it sits among a small pile of skincare that looks like it costs twice your monthly paycheck, if you had worked overtime.

you have to remind yourself you're not here to snoop through rich people's bathrooms, as fun as that sounds.

seungcheol was a quick fuck (and a really good one at that), but you already feel like you've overstayed your welcome.

the plan—in and out. you hate the sticky, too-warm goodbyes, the small talk at the kitchen table, the unexpected rattle of a roommate coming home. worst of all, they never want you as badly in the morning as they did the night before.

but the plan has already gone to shit. you woke up practically spooning him and your little bathroom detour cost you ten minutes. and it's almost 10, which is what he has his two-hundred dollar alarm clock set to.

you shut the bathroom door as quietly as you can, hoping to make a quick getaway. but it's here, caught in the waxy overcast from the huge windows, where, for the first time in your life, you almost want to say fuck the plan.

"morning," seungcheol hums, propping himself up on the bed. you take one look at him, shirtless and sweats slung low, and you lose the plot entirely.

yesterday, when you had met, it looked like he was made in some kind of factory for hot men—starched white shirt rolled to the forearms, hair perfectly gelled, and a fat breitling watch hugging his wrist. and yet, as you watch him blow a cowlick out of his eyes, he seems even more attractive, which you would have never thought possible.

"someone's eager to get outta here," he says, enjoying the way you avoid his eyes. "don't tell me it was that bad for you."

you smile nervously. what you can remember about last night is that it was anything but bad. the whole thing makes your face feel hot—you are no prude, but he sure makes you feel like one.

"is that what it looks like?" you answer. you realize you can't find your shoes. you think he threw them somewhere last night, between the memory of his hand up your dress and yours in his hair. he kissed his way up your legs and you forgot you even had shoes to worry about.

"almost, if you weren't checking me out just now."

damn. guilty as charged. you can't help it. things feel too good to be true.

first, you learned you got fucked by a million dollar dick last night. now, instead of kicking you out like any other one night stand, he's acting decent, maybe even more than decent. and he has the tits of a god.

seungcheol sees your face wrench up in puritanical shame and he laughs.

"well, if you have time in your busy, busy schedule," he starts, with a grin that makes you dizzy. "i'm making breakfast. and i would love to eat it with you."

suddenly you don't know why you ever had a plan in the first place. you watch him attempt to wink at you from all the way across the room and you think getting to know him might not be such a bad thing after all. maybe things are too good to be true, but you're willing to find out.

needless to say, the second thing you learn about seungcheol is that he cannot cook.

the third? he's an even better kisser sober.

[egoisticqueer]

I've believe this happened before, yall saying none of yall knew?

It has..? Listen, I just stay in my room all day writing, tending to the chickens, fucking around with instruments... I don't pay attention to anything else.

[cavsthighs]

i think grimy g and muddy luke should

[ash-and-starlight]

taking the crumbs of venetian agna qel’a chewing biting gnashing on them until there aren’t even bones left and then spitting out. carnevale northern water tribe style

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

his premature death and 20 seconds of screen time have bewitched me body and soul

[yooo-lets-go]

how’s roach holding up

The COUNTRY, Sanderson

[artemis-pendragon]

Seeing Nov 5th trending five goddamn days before the day itself is the Tumblr equivalent of hearing Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas come on at the grocery store at 12am sharp on November 1st

[warlenys]

they’re insufferable

[wispscribbles]

mw4 leak 😌

[casdeans-pie]

I just still think it's funny how Naomi had Cas kill only Dean clones. Not even a single Sam.

Why is that? Hm??

Why would it possibly need to be that Cas needs to practice killing only Dean clones specifically??

Because Cas was already in lo

[lolitanora]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My family was staying in a bad part of town and we started hearing gunshots and my parents were like, nope we’re getting out of here, except my brother was playing video games with noise cancelling on and didn’t hear us so we just sorta left him and he either died or started a new life there because we never saw him again.

[thottybrucewayne]

Crackin his shit like pistachios mid panel????????

[systemic-dreams]

i like to think tumblr staff introduced polls in an attempt to copy twitter but also as a way to collect data on users for advertising since we don't blatantly volunteer information like every other platform. and instead of giving them our ages and geographical positions and tax brackets, we just gave them vanilla extract. so much vanilla extract. also tumblr sexymen (gender inclusive) but mostly vanilla extract.

good work everyone.

[ra3kiv]

[pink-psychic]

amen