i have to say the costume is better than the drawings

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@cheshirerabit said: Shit, your teacher Bakugou idea is something I never considered but now think would be really cool. Cuz he would not stop being a hero but he wouldn’t half-ass being a teacher so it would be like how All Might attempted to hero and teach but could actually work. Plus, I’m all for Bakugou’s role model switching with time to Aizawa. 10/10 idea.

Anon said: OMG Fran now i want to see Teacher or Older Bakugou or or Bakugou with Aizawa

Bless both of you for giving me a reason to talk about this cause honestly I love this idea way more than striktly necessary - this!!! is how I like to think it would go down:

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anonymous asked:

hey if ur looking for requests can you draw cheddar my son from Brooklyn nine nine

THIS IS THE GREATEST REQUEST IVE EVER GOTTEN THANK YOU SO MUCH 

if you don’t believe that cheddars loving fathers have bought him a tiny captains hat then you are wrong my friend

DC Masterlist

Batfamily in general :

The Great Mall adventure

“It’s gone…all gone…” (batsis)

Fun Fair with the family

“Mother, it’s your day”

“Mother has been poisoned”

The Batmom Glare

Burrito Blanket Batmom

The Last Pit (part ½)

The Last Pit (part 2/2)

Master of Diaper

Batfam NSFW headcanons

Oh shit, it’s father’s day ! 

How terrible it is to love something that death can touch

“Vacations are rare for the Waynes”

“Let me get one thing straight…I’m not !”

Don’t leave us… (Batsis)

“Did this miscreant hurt you mother ?”

Each tattoo is a story

“Bruce, my heart, I think Alfred likes my mom !”

How to remove a Wayne safely

#MyParentsAreLosers

The day they almost lost you (Batsis)

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Bruce Wayne/Batman :

Making Bruce Wayne blush

Beach Bod’

Catching the Bat’s heart (slightly NSFW)

“Admit it, Bruce” (totally NSFW)

“Your wife is hot”

“Your wife is hot” part 2

Early Mornings with the Bat

Baby Wayne

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 1/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 2/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 3/3)

And when I’m gone… (warning, SAD)

I’m not drunk, you are

“It’s her, but it’s not her !” (part ½)

“It’s them, but it’s not them !” (part 2/2)

Scars, loving names and a bath

“That’s not how you negociate !”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“My parents are gross…ly in love" (slightly NSFW)

Tickles and loss

Sneaky Bastard (NSFW)

Shaky steps and bad teaching

A chance to say goodbye

Ma Broosh !

“She should cut her nails” (part ½ of the League teasing the “batlovers”)

“Bruce…sucks !” (part 2/2 of the League teasing the “batlovers”).

“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS”

“I’m lost without you…”

Silly Bat’

Fate is a bitch part 1/?

Fate is a bitch part 2/?

“Hopefully, no one will notice”

“I don’t like cats”

Odd socks

The Talk

Wedding and pop-corns

Relationship headcanons part 1/?

“You could have anyone you want !”

Behave

“I don’t wanna get married”

Alive (NSFW)

Anonymous Hate

I’ll always be here for you

“You slept with Superman ?”

The wrath of a short woman

“You’re…you’re Bruce’s father !”

The List (NSFW)

“Where did the coffee table go ?”

There is nothing left of him

“I’m done with you, Mr. Wayne”

Random convo between Batmom and Broosh

Behind closed door (NSFW)

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Richard “Dick” Grayson/Nightwing :

“She’s too good for you”

Surprise Surprise

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Jason Todd/Red Hood

Cutie and the Beast (slightly NSFW)

Caught red-hooded (slightly NSFW too)

“Draw me like one of your French…boy ?”

I bacha(ta) can dance better than you ! (hispanic reader)

Costume Party

“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies” (NSFW)

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Timothy “Tim” Drake/Red Robin :

Naked Birds

You taste like coffee

Pierced (Tim x Batmom)

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Damian Wayne/Robin :

The First time is serious business (slightly NSFW)

Titus likes you…too much

“Just play the damn game with me !” (Batmom x Damian)

True blood son..and daughter (Batsis x Damian)

Period drama with mama (Batmom)

My mom is better than yours (Batmom)

Mistakes and Forgiveness

“Are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room ?” (Batmom)

“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” (Batmom)

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Clark Kent/ Superman :

Eighth time’s a charm

Happy (belated) Fourth of July

Hatred an Grief

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Kon-El “Conner” Kent/Superboy :

“You’re kind of an asshole”

“They’re kind of assholes”

“The World is kind of an asshole”

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Diana Prince/Wonder Woman :

Drunk Amazon

Dating Diana Prince would include…

Take care of my babies or you’ll die

“…Where is our child ?”

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Arthur Curry/Aquaman :

I don’t talk to fish

Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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justallthedalish  asked:

I just read your Momo post and while i generally agree about it she's not really a common body type. And I say that for one reason. Her boobs are way to big for someone that skinny and athletic. Woman that naturally thin and muscular generally won't have much because since the fat get burned off (also cause hers are disproportionately large) And even then to be able to do the large amounts of fighting she does she'd need a high impact sports bra. Add that and the costume is better and realistic

i think the problem here is that i used only anime screen shots, which hirokoshi did not draw himself, bc i was making more of an emotional point than one specifically about her body and outward appearance

in the wiki it says this about her power and use of fat cells

“Momo’s body breaks down fat at a molecular level, which will then be re-used as material for her to shape into objects with her Quirk.[2] Because of this, considerable ingestion of food is necessary for the Quirk to be effective. This means she would likely become extremely under weight if used too much.“

momo has the quirk equivalent of an extremely high metabolism

so she must keep eating and constantly keep up her weight to properly use her quirk, and to not accidentally become underweight through overuse of her quirk

now check out this manga panel straight from the hands of horikoshi

SHE IS THICK

SHE HAS BELLY ROLLS, THICK THIGHS, THICK ARMS

you can tell that in the original art her boobs actually look PERF for her body type.

still the biggest in the class but they look naturally big

not like outrageous anime big haha

even in the anime character refs her boobs look perf for her body imo

a lot of the problem comes in how they are animated but thats on the production company, not on horikoshi

im guessing changes were made simply bc it was cheaper/easier to animate this way

HERE’S SOME MORE MANGA PICS SO EVERYONE CAN SEE HOW PERF MOMO’S TATAS FIT HER BOD THO

and about her not having a sports bra

“Her hero costume consists of a simple red skin-tight outfit that exposes most of the center of her torso, arms and legs, with a large light gold belt so she can more freely use her Quirk.”

any more fabric would limit what her quirk can produce
and as my buddy @arr-jim-lad just pointed out to me this is probably a big reason as to why she did poorly during the tournament
she could only use what she could make from her arms since they were all required to wear their gym uniform so no one has an unfair advantage

omg also when i said it was a super common body type i didnt mean “athletic bod + big boobs”

i meant its super common for lots of teens to go from flat chested child to big boobed child so fast they have no idea what to do about it, and they can be completely unaware of the change for a while. according to her wiki she’s 15 so its not only possible but entirely probable her character is just unaware of how her hero costume looks beyond “this is the most functional outfit”

i mean if it were made only for sex appeal why would horikoshi put a book of references on the back

“The Yaoyorictionary: This equipment is made of lexicon compiling all the constructs and materials that comes to Momo’s mind. It also has magnets attached to the cover and inside pages so that it doesn’t open or fall.”

damn what a sexy book

its not mentioned much in the anime but if you look up these characters on their wiki it describes in great detail the purposes behind their costumes

its not at all just aesthetics, everything about their designs has a very unique function to greater utilize their quirks!!

((imo uraraka’s is especially interesting!! really you should check it out!!))

AND THIS IS WHY I APPRECIATE HORIKOSHI

NOTHING IS THERE FOR NOTHING

EVERYTHING HAS A GREATER MEANING AND PURPOSE AND ITS FANTASTIC 

yes he didnt have to make a teenager w large breasts w a quirk that used her skin.

but i love that he did

bc he found a way to do it and make it natural and completely unsexualized

despite what the angries on tumblr would have you believe, there is absolutely no instances of momo being sexualized over her body or outfit by anyone other than mineta, and even then most characters act like he doesnt exist (except the blessed frog and lovely jiro who usually beat him for it)

AND AS SOMEONE WHO WAS A TEEN W LARGE BOOBS WHO HAS RARELY SEEN THIS TYPE OF CHARACTER IN ANYTHING WITHOUT BEING HORRIBLY SEXUALIZED YOU BETTER BELIEVE I ADORE MOMO AND HER PRACTICALITY AND REALISTIC BEHAVIOR ♡♡♡

A quick Clexa AU fic list as requested by anon

This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …

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Happy Birthday Hailey

It’s the wonderful @victuurificrec aka Hailey’s birthday today! She does an incredible amount for the fandom and if you don’t know her blog, I suggest you definitely check it out asap. She puts a huge amount of effort into everything that she does and she’s been an incredible supporter of my fic for a long time. So to say thank you and Happy Birthday to Hailey, here’s a little birthday themed Viktuuri ficlet to show my appreciation. 

Happy Birthday! xx



“So, you’re telling me that all this panic is just because you can’t decide what to get Viktor for his birthday?” Phichit asked disbelievingly.

Yuuri groaned, resting his head in his free hand as he clutched his phone with the other. It was stupid, he knew. Calling Phichit in a panic after almost a full week of constant worrying and doubt over something that Viktor probably wouldn’t even care much about but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve been living with him for a year Phichit. We’ve been together for even longer. Last year he told me he didn’t really celebrate much but this year it’s different. We’ve been together too long for me to not give him something, I just don’t know what.”

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Killer

So this is a continuation of a little drabble that I did awhile ago. The first part is the drabble and then after the first break it’s all new! Hope you like it! Send me some feedback and if you’d like to see a part 2!


The gun tumbles from your hand, blood splatter slowly dripping from your mask. The Joker’s body lies crumpled to the side, half of his face blown off, skull in pieces at your feet. Jason lies a few feet away, staring at you in complete shock.

“Mom … mom what did you do?” His voice is soft, lost.

“I killed him, sweetheart”

“Mom, Bruce’ll …”

“I don’t give a shit what your father says right now, baby. You said that you wouldn’t stop killing until the Joker was dead, that once he was dead you would stop.” You nudge the Jokers cooling body with your boot, “This man has cause too much pain in all of our lives. Your father might have a ‘no killing’ rule, but I don’t”

“Mom he’s gonna hate you” Slowly Jason rises to his feet.

“He’ll get over it, he has to. Do you think this is the first time I’ve ever killed someone?”

Jason stills, eyes wide and you reach out, gently drawing your second son into a tight hug, “I love you, Little Wing”

Your son sniffs, clutching you tighter, “Love you too, mom. Thank you”

“You don’t need to thank me, just promise me that you’ll stop killing. Promise me that I didn’t just break a promise to my husband and kill the Joker in vain”

“I promise. I – I don’t want to stop using the guns, but I can get rubber bullets, use non-deadly force”

Patting his cheek gently, you turn and head out of the warehouse, “You’ll come by the Manor more, won’t you?”

“Yeah, mom, I will. Bruce and I are long overdue for a talk”

“Mmhhmm, I know. After this, I think we’ll have to sit everyone down for a talk, explain what I did and why”

“They’ll understand with time”

“I hope so, son. I really hope so.”

You and Jason make your way back to the Cave, dreading the upcoming confrontation.

“Listen to me, Jay. When we get back I want you to take your brothers upstairs, I need to talk to Bruce. If they ask questions, just tell them that I’ll talk to them in the morning, okay?”

Jason’s lip curls slightly in distaste, he always hated it when you treated him like a child, “I don’t want to leave you alone with him. He’s going to be angry, what if he …”

“He won’t hurt me, sweetheart. Even if he’s angry he won’t hurt me, not physically”

“I know you could handle him if he attacked physically, but Bruce knows how to use his words to hurt someone, and he … tends to overreact”

You chuckle, “That’s an understatement”

–-

By the time you finally pull into the Batcave, Bruce, Damian and Dick are waiting, arms crossed and angry. At the moment, you’re glad that Tim is away visiting the Titans or he’d be waiting for you too.

“Y/N …”

“Give me a second” You turn, facing your children, “Boys I want you to go upstairs. Bruce and I need to talk … alone. I will talk to everyone, explain everything, tomorrow. Alright?”

“Mom …”

“Dick, I need to talk to Bruce. I promise that I will talk to you tomorrow. I know you don’t like to be excluded, but this is something that we need discuss as husband and wife”

You go around, giving each of the boys a hug before watching them file up the stairs. Taking a breath, you brace yourself for the upcoming argument.

“Bruce, hear me out …”

“I can’t believe you would do something like this. We made an agreement. When we got married you promised that you would never kill again, and now you’ve broken that promise! Damnit, Y/N!”

“Bruce, please, just let me explain -”

“I don’t want to hear your damn excuses, Y/N! You broke the one promise I needed you to keep! Did the only thing I can’t forgive!”

You jerk back, “Can’t forgive?”

Bruce draws himself up to his full height, and it isn’t Bruce that’s staring back it’s Batman, “Y/N Wayne, I am putting you under arrest for the murder of the Joker. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say -”

“You’re arresting me? What the fuck, Bruce! I’m your wife!”

Bruce’s lips curl up in a sneer, and he jerks your arms around, fastening the cuffs to your wrists, “No, you’re not. My wife would never have betrayed me like this”

“Bruce!”

“Master Bruce, what in the world is going on here?!” Alfred’s voice echoes slightly in the Cave

“Y/N is under arrest for murder. She killed the Joker tonight, and she has to be punished like every other murderer in Gotham”

“Miss Y/N is your wife! What you are doing is ridiculous!”

“I’m not asking for your approval, Alfred. I am taking Y/N down to the police station, where I will turn her over to Commissioner Gordon”

“Damnit Bruce! I did it for Jason! I did it to get him to stop killing! You’ve never turned him in for killing, why are you turning me in?!”

“You murdered a man, Y/N. You aren’t any better than the rest of the murdered and scum that plague Gotham”

You’re stunned into silence. Of all the scenarios that had run through your head this was not one of them. You had never thought that your own husband would arrest you and have you thrown into jail, that he wouldn’t even listen to you.

“Master Bruce, please reconsider -”

“Alfred, I don’t want the kids to know about this. Just tell them that I went out for one more round around the city.”

Being dropped off on the roof of the GCPD with Commissioner Gordon is one of the most humiliating things that has ever happened to you.

“Commissioner”

“Sparrow. I can’t say that you are who I was expecting when Batman called and told me that he was personally dropping off a murderer”

“Well, apparently killing the Joker is where Batman draws the line, and he turns on his own family”

Jim Gordon hums, placing his one hand on your elbow he helps you stand up, “I’m really sorry for this, Sparrow, but I have to take you into custody. Batman’s already read you your rights, but I’ll have to read them to you again, and then I’ll need you to tell me where the Joker’s body is”

“I understand, Jim, you’re not the one I blame for this situation.”

Thankfully, Jim gives you your own cell and doesn’t force you to take off your mask. “I’ll try and figure something out, Sparrow, but I’m not sure how Batman expected me to charge you for murder if I don’t know your identity”

“Don’t worry, Jim, we’ll figure something out”

“I really hope so. I honestly don’t even know if I can charge you for anything, because technically you don’t even exist”

“You just do what you have to. I’ll get out of this fine”

Jim nods and scratches the back to his head, “You have one phone call, do you want to use it now, or later?”

“I’ll use my comm unit, if you don’t mind”

“Go ahead, I have to stand here for the conversation, but it’s fine”

Reaching up you gently press a finger to the comm unit, quickly switching channels to the one you need. “Oracle?”

“Sparrow? Are you alright? Do you need backup? I don’t see you on any cameras”

“You aren’t looking at the right cameras. I’m at the GCPD, O”

“You’re – you’re in one of the cells … what happened? Why are you -”

“Calm down, that’s why I’m calling you. I – I killed the Joker, O. I know you probably heard about that already, though. Batman – Batman wasn’t happy with me, he arrested me and dropped me off here”

“What do you need me to do? I can have someone come break you out -”

“No, I don’t need anyone else getting on B’s bad side tonight. You have access to my accounts, I need you to post my bail. Preferably quickly, I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible”

“I can call some of my contacts, see who the judge is going to be and have him post your bail as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, O”

“Sit tight, Sparrow.”

You let out a strained chuckle, “Not much else to do here, O”

“I’ll contact you as soon as I have something. Oracle out”

Turning back to the commissioner you give him a shaky smile, “I have my people working on bail for me, Jim. She’ll contact me as soon as she has something”

“I’ll wait in my office for a call then”

It only takes Oracle two hours to have your bail posted and for you to be released.

“Thanks, O”

“No problem, Sparrow. Did B really arrest you?”

“Yeah, yeah he did. Listen, kid, I’m tired. I’m heading to one of my safe houses, and no I’m not telling you which one even though I know you’ll figure it out, but please … don’t tell the boys where I am, especially B, I just – I just can’t handle them right now”

“I understand. Get some rest, Mama Bird, I’ll contact you in the morning”

“Thanks”

Slowly you make your way to the rooftops, and travel to your most secure safe houses, one of the ones that even Bruce doesn’t know about. Quickly peeling off your costume, you take a quick shower and collapse in bed. Everything that you’ve managed to bottle up so far comes rushing out. You let out a chocked sob, curling tightly into a ball you finally let yourself cry.

BTS as HS Students

How I imagine BTS as HS students ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ I thought about this carefully, what do you guys think? Please don’t repost 

Originally posted by theseoks

Jin 

  • Always eating shit in class, always has snacks and the best kind of snacks 
  • Munches really loudly
  • Hangs out with the preppy smart students
  • He rejected a couple of girls and made them cry 
  • Amazing grades, always a step ahead other students 
  • Sips tea and judges you 
  • Talks trash about people on twitter and never says their names, but people know who he is talking about 
  • Can be really fake 
  • Committed boy
  • Works part-time at a grocery store
  • Attends every school event known to mankind 
  • Probably is a leader of multiple popular clubs on campus 
  • Teachers normally use his work for classroom display 
  • People think he is naturally smart, but he studies every night 
  • Always dresses up nice
  • Wants to go to a very expensive college 
  • Thinks A- is low 

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Hobi 

  • Was probably in some viral video doing some crazy ass shit 
  • Always asleep in class
  • Memes are his life
  • We had homework? We have a test? 
  • Really creative student 
  • NEVER studies, somehow barely passes his exams
  • Blames the teacher if he has a bad grade
  • Just wants to pass his classes, could care less about the score
  • Super fucking loud, constantly screaming, YOU CAN hear him before you see him
  • Super friendly, the entire campus knows him, also he is the class clown 
  • Probably writes shit on bathroom stalls 
  • He hypes up parties 
  • Has dated different kinds of girls 
  • Uses his phone all the time in class 
  • Likes the mainstream things, he is basic 

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

Namjoon 

  • Actual genius 
  • Could fall asleep in a class and still pass his exams with amazing scores 
  • Secret pervert 
  • Everybody thinks he will be a CEO in the future 
  • Really funny 
  • Probably watching porn under the table 
  • He is normal, everybody is okay with him, no bad reputation 
  • Could graduate early but stays for friends 
  • Has difficulty teaching other people, he is too smart (Study groups ain’t his thing) 
  • Pays attention in class if he is interested and wants to learn the subject, could care less about his grades but still has amazing scores either way
  • Rarely stresses out, always chill, some people think he is on drugs 
  • Messy desk and folder, but organized to him 
  • Hardcore leadership qualities and can easily call you out on your bullshit, won’t think twice to kick you out of a group assignment if you don’t do the work 
  • Hates the education system with a passion 

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams

Yoongi 

  • Pretends to be asleep, but is awake
  • Stays up till 3 AM to binge watch new shows
  • Procrastinates till the deadline of every assignment 
  • Decent grades, if he put in the effort he could have better grades
  • Presentations horrify him 
  • Probably oversleeps and misses morning class
  • You only see him on the day of the exam
  • Tumblr is his main social media 
  • Wears sweats all the time
  • Has never gotten into an actual relationship, even though he could have 
  • If anybody talks trash about his friends, all hell is loose 
  • Illegally downloads movies and has like 400 viruses on his phone 
  • “We had homework?” 
  • “Did you study? Have you started the project?”
  • Never attends school events and once the bell rings he goes straight home 
  • Amazing piano player, says, “Oh, I’m not that great”
  • People take him for granted, he is a good friend

Originally posted by yoong-jimin

Jimin

  • Has been caught staring at butts and boobs multiple times
  • Actual player
  • The shy girl behind him likes him, but would never admit it 
  • Dates the same kind of girls
  • Always has headphones plugged into his ears 
  • Just transferred to the school and has more friends than you 
  • “Is he flirting with me?” 
  • Does not have a squad, he hangs out everywhere with different types of people 
  • Does well academically
  • Hates to lose and can be stubborn at times 
  • Always chewing gum 
  • “What were the notes last class?” He was in the class, he was just too lazy to take notes and wanted to copy them from another student
  • Manspreading with confidence
  • Will comment nice things underneath your Instagram pictures
  • Never play question game with him
  • He is sexy and cute at the same time
  • Hates getting involved in drama
  • Is actually really nice, just misunderstood, people think they know him based off first impression

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Jungkook

  • People think he is a fuckboy, but he is FAR from a fuckboy
  • Actual nerd
  • Obsessed with video games, he is a professional gamer
  • He plays on PC, he hates consoles because the system always needs updating
  • School? Unimportant
  • Has never been spotted eating anything healthy, always binging on fried foods or chips
  • When he isn’t playing video games, he is working out and lifting weights
  • He gets random boners and tries to cover up with his folder
  • Rarely does homework
  • Not super popular, has a good group of friends 
  • Likes anime and runs like Naruto in P.E. 
  • Wore a cliche banana costume on Halloween 
  • Draws well
  • Doesn’t know what he wants to do in the future
  • Can be quiet and shut people off
  • When he is with friends, he is actually crazy and needs to be controlled
  • Sometimes argues with teachers and tries to test their knowledge 

Originally posted by taeandjinoppa

Taehyung

  • Art kid
  • “Ever heard of Vincent Van Gogh?” 
  • Nice and soothing aesthetic 
  • Aces all subjects he is passionate about 
  • Some days he is super neat and others he is a miserable mess
  • Might look like he is zoning out, but is actually paying attention
  • Has had a crush on somebody for three years and is too shy to confess
  • Attempts to complete homework but halfway he is distracted and does something else
  • Sketches and doodles in class
  • Stares at people and makes them uncomfortable 
  • Forgets to write his name on his papers
  • Really likes music from the 90s and 80s 
  • Not that popular, but enjoys making new friends
  • Is very opinionated but too embarrassed to speak his mind so he has internal dialogue in his head, imagining how the argument would play out
  • Has talked about the Illuminati at least once 
  • When he is taking an exam, he unconsciously taps his pencil against the desk and bothers the people around him
Les Mis Professor Enjolras AU

So a little while ago I came up with the idea of Enjolras being an English Professor and being one of those professors that are really passionate about what they teach, but also one of those professors that has a significant other that their class is familiar with (when I was in middle school one of the teacher’s husband use to come in and bring her something she needed every few weeks and he always wore glasses and a hat when dropping stuff off so everyone would joke that he was her “boyfriend” because of how the outfit made him look so different). This is the first part of a long long series of headcanons so just you wait. Here are the first few!

•Enjolras begins teaching college students and is one of those intensely passionate professor but is also the youngest professor.

  • He teaches English and is always trying to inspire his students to stand up for what they believe in.
  • Enjolras has all his students call him “Mr. E” or something of the sort, because being called by his last name with the prefixes “Mr” and “Professor” made him uncomfortable and reminded him of his father.
  • He’s also got quick responses to the kids who backtalk cause his boyfriend has given him plenty of practice

•His students end up meeting Grantaire early on because R constantly stops in to bring his boyfriend coffee and stuff and then makes jokes to the classes and E doesn’t approve

  • It gets to the point where every time Grantaire enters the room, the members of whatever class E is teaching stand up with finger guns and go “AYYYYYYY”. Enjolras is not a fan of this practice.

•At Halloween E and R dress in matching costumes but E’s students don’t understand the costume at all until R comes in with one of those pumpkin lattes for his bf (because Enjolras is a basic white girl) and everyone is like “ohhhh” (Idk what the costumes would be but I thought it was a cute idea so send me ideas in my inbox)

•At like the end of November Enjolras mentions at the end of his class that Grantaire is gonna have his work in an art gallery for a week and he wanted E to find out if any of the students wanted to go to the opening night

  • Almost everyone shows up and they all giggle because almost all of the art is of Enjolras (obviously)
  • Enjolras smacks Grantaire’s arm (playfully) and is like “why did you only put up the ones of me you jerk, you have plenty of paintings of landscapes” and R is like “cause my paintings of you are my best work” and all the students go “awwww" E is just like “omg I hate you so much you’re such a cruel boyfriend”

•At the end of the semester E makes cookies for everyone and gives the students that aren’t taking classes with him the next semester little poems and they have a little class party

•At the start of the new semester R gets a habit of showing up at the end of E’s morning classes with a coffee for him and a sandwich bag at lunchtime on the days he doesn’t have to work himself

  • The newer students really enjoy the idea of a cute little artist guy popping in at the end of classes to bring his boyfriend a coffee because they’re adorable

•Valentine’s Day involves an elaborate scheme

  • Grantaire gets a bunch of paper hearts and writes down every memory related to Enjolras like “going to the first Les Amis meeting and practically dying” “whining to Courf about feelings” “painting you for the first time” “getting drunk with Éponine because pining” “taking you on the tour of favorite sites for our first date” “kissing in front of the Louvre” “Courf and Ferre’s wedding” “Trip to America” “Start of your new job”
  • The students in Enjolras’s first morning class put them up all around the room and pester Grantaire like crazy because it’s cute
  • Grantaire also gets those students to all sit at their desks and hold up letters that spell out “I love you, Enjolras”
  • R also stands in the back of the room with a rose in hiding
  • Enjolras walks into his classroom that morning and almost bursts into tears
  • R steps down with the rose and gives his boyfriend a kiss and everyone applauds because they’re adorable

•In March, Grantaire gets a letter in the mail and instantly runs to Enjolras once he reads it

  • Unfortunately Enjolras is teaching a class and R doesn’t want to interrupt his bf so he just bounces up and down outside the door waiting for the class to finish up
  • After a while a student raises his hand and goes to Enjolras “Hey Mr.E? Grantaire has been bouncing up and down outside the classroom door for like the last 10 minutes, I think he needs to talk to you”
  • Enjolras goes out of the room to his excited boyfriend and is shown a letter, reading that Grantaire got into a serious artist program that takes place in July and could be a big boost for him
  • E and R celebrate almost all night with Courf and Ferre and E definitely regrets it the next morning when he’s teaching an 8 am class with a hangover (He promises himself that he will never do that ever again)

•In April, Enjolras and his class study the Hunchback of Notre Dame (1. Because Victor Hugo and 2. Because Enjolras would love that book tbh) and so the class goes on a field trip to Notre Dame (since it’s only about a 20 minute walk from the school)

  • Grantaire goes with them because he knows Paris better than anyone and he’s spent lots of time at Notre Dame for inspiration
  • The kids are convinced it’s because Enjolras just wants an excuse to hang out with his boyfriend
  • Grantaire thinks it is too but doesn’t mention it
  • Enjolras wanted to see his boyfriend but also loves the fact that his boyfriend knew so much and loves watching him when he goes on about the stuff so he hopes his students enjoy it

•In May, before the end of the semester the college throws a big party/fair for all the students and also to raise funds for classes

  • R sets up a little station where he draws portraits of students while E sets up a table with buttons and pins you can buy
  • A couple students come up to them and ask them to tell the story of how they met. After 7 times, Enjolras puts out a sign saying their Love Story costs 5 bucks to listen to it

•While packing up his classroom some students stick around and chat with Enjolras

  • The students get all nosy and ask about E’s summer plans
  • “Since Grantaire got accepted to his program and will be gone for most of July, we’re planning on doing a lot of fun things together in June, also because it’s a big month for us because of our anniversary and my birthday”

•Once all the students leave Enjolras finishes his packing and waits for his boyfriend to come pick him up

  • Enjolras and Grantaire take the boxes out to the car and E ends up wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who says to him “I’m so glad you took this job, you’ve been really happy since”

EDIT: Originally I used Enjolras more as a first name than last name. I’ve since changed that after finding a first name that fits him well so “Enjolras has all his students call him […] ‘Professor Enjolras’ […] because being called by his last name made him uncomfortable” has been changed to fit the storyline better.

Now There’s Your Pickup Line

Sterek, 2K, T

AU, First Kiss, New Year’s Eve

Prompted from the screenshot of that cop on Tinder with the bio: “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.”


Derek shut the door behind him with a sigh and sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. He hated parties, and he was pissed that Laura had dragged him to the New Year’s Eve one she was hosting at her apartment. She did a really good guilt trip, though, so Derek was there. And now, he was curious how long it would take her to realize that he was hiding in her closet. He was hoping for at least a 20-minute break away from the endless small talk.

He pulled out his phone and swiped idly through the app screens, hovering his thumb over the little flame icon. Laura had created a Tinder account for him a few weeks ago—very much against his wishes—but he’d only been on it a couple times, and he’d never swiped right for anyone. He’d never really done the online dating thing; it just hadn’t really appealed to him. It seemed to encourage quick decisions based just on someone’s looks, and well…Derek had enough of that already.

He was bored, though, so he opened the app and immediately swiped left, wincing at the cheesy shirtless mirror shot of the first guy that popped up. Derek swiped left again, for a girl whose bio just said NO DRAMA, and then couldn’t hold in the little snort at the bio of the next guy. “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.

Derek’s gaze drifted up to the photo, and he swallowed hard. This guy, Stiles, what kind of name was that, was seriously attractive. He was really working the cop uniform in the first photo, all broad smile and bright eyes. Probably taken at the pride parade, if the crowd behind him and the rainbow flag were any indication.

Derek swiped through the rest of the pictures—one of him with a dog, one of him shirtless on a beach, one of him playing what looked like a pickup baseball game—and audibly exhaled. He was definitely Derek’s type, tall and lean with broad shoulders. Before he could talk himself out of it, he swiped right. The app notified him of a match, and Derek couldn’t stop the little inward preen at the thought of this guy swiping right on him, too.

He ran with this foreign streak of courage and tapped the message button.

That is the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.

Derek had no idea what the typical messaging etiquette was on Tinder, but Stiles replied just a minute later.

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Faux Cuffs and Collar Tutorial

Hello everyone!

This is a tutorial to make a detached collar and (faux) French cuffs. I intended this to be for Playboy Bunny-style costumes, and that’s a good use for them, but I can see people wanting to make these for fashion purposes or other costumes, as well. 

The collar is functional and buttons at the neck, and the cuffs are functional but use a snap on the inside and decorative buttons sewn to the outside to imitate the look of cufflinks. This makes them easier to deal with during a con day and makes it easier to either make custom “cufflinks” or to use what you have in your sewing stash rather than buying or attempting to make actual cufflinks.

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Brooklyn Nine Nine High School AU

I while ago I made headcanons of an au where the cast of Brooklyn Nine Nine are teachers at a high school, Jake is the English teacher, Amy is the math teacher, etc, which you can read here  if you want, and see the aesthetic of that au I made here. Then I started thinking, what if the cast of Brooklyn Nine Nine were STUDENTS in high school? So here’s headcanons of them as students.

• Holt is the principal. Cheddar is the school mascot. Terry is a student teacher who is working towards an art education degree and helps teach the art class and also subs for the gym teacher.

• Jake is a massive prankster. Setting cats loose in the cafeteria on Fish Stick Friday, whoopee cushions on teachers’ chairs, drawing dicks on chalkboards, those kinda things. He’s always saying inappropriate jokes during the lesoons. He’s a pain in the ass to teachers but his classmates love him, he’s the class clown. He sits in the back of the class, throws spit balls. He’s failing math and needs a tutor.

• Amy always sits at the front of the class. Always raises her hand, always gets every question right. Amy overhears Principal Holt complaining to vice principal Kevin how every single tutor in the school quit tutoring Jake Peralta. The boy is simply un-tutorable.

• Amy jumps at this chance. If she can tutor an un-tutorable delinquent, Principal Holt will surely remember her! She offers to tutor Jake, despite the fact that she’s still picking spit balls out of her hair because of him.

• Gina and Jake were best friends since kindergarten. Gina’s the most popular girl in school, but don’t be fooled, she’s not the mean-cheerleader-Regina-George type. She acts like she’s better than everyone else (and to be fair, she kinda is) but she still has a big heart. She was voted class president and got the teachers to allow drinks in class.

• Rosa and Jake met in middle school. They made a plan to flood the bathrooms to avoid taking a huge test. They’ve been friends ever since. In high school, Rosa noticed some kids picking on this nerd named Amy. Rosa put Amy under her protection. “You mess with Amy, you mess with me” and trust me, nobody wants to have a problem with Rosa. Amy does Rosa’s homework to pay her back.

• In freshman year of high school, the school hosted a Halloween school dance. Charles showed up in a cat costume. This big kid started calling Charles homophobic slurs. Jake didn’t like that, and punched him in the face. Principal Holt didn’t suspend Jake for punching a student. Nobody stood up for Charles before. Charles saw Jake as his hero and followed him around all the time. Gina convinced the school that cat outfits were the next trend so everyone would stop picking on Charles.

• Jake and Amy meet at the school library during their lunch period to study. Jake obviously brings a three-course meal with him into the library. They both get kicked out for bringing food into a library. Amy’s super pissed off. They go to the cafeteria and study there. Jake can’t focus. His friends keep talking to him and distracting him. Amy just walks away. She’s frustrated that he won’t study.

• Jake see’s Amy walking away. He runs after her and notices the back of her head. “What’s those things in your hair?” Amy turns around and glares at him. “You should know, you’re the one that does this to me, every single day.” Jake’s heart sinks. He just wanted to have fun and throw spitballs. He didn’t think that about where the spitballs were landing. He didn’t think about the consequences to his actions. “I’m sorry Amy. I won’t do it again.” Amy’s still pissed but accepts his apology. The period’s almost over, but Jake invites Amy to come to his house after school so they can study.

• Gina got caught texting during class so she got detention. Rosa’s in detention, as usual. She’s surprised to see Gina there. She knew Gina was the class president so she assumed Gina was some boring goody-two shoes. “What’re ya in for?” Rosa asked. “My math teacher tried to confiscate my phone and I told him to go shove a ruler up his ass.” Rosa starts cackling. She’s impressed. “Damn, you’re way different than I thought you were.”

• Rosa tells Gina that she’s in detention for the rest of the month for irresponsibly mixing random chemicals in chemistry class and starting a huge fire. Gina only has detention for a week. She spent that week with Rosa, talking trash about their annoying classmates. Gina convinced Rosa to make a Twitter account. After than week is up, Gina pulls the fire alarm to get back into detention with Rosa.

• “Why’d you pull the fire alarm?” “So I can see you again.” Gina and Rosa both excuse themselves to go to the bathroom. They hook up in the bathroom stall. They’re girlfriends now and they’re unstoppable. More kids at school start coming out as gay/bi/pan/etc because they saw that the most popular girl in school, Gina Linetti, isn’t afraid to be herself. That gave them the strength to come out.

• Amy arrives at Jake’s house. She looks around and sees pictures of Jake and his mom, but no dad. Jake tells Amy that his dad left him when he was young. Amy puts her hand on Jake’s shoulders. “Oh, Jake, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Jake tells her that it’s fine, it happened a long time ago, he’s over it now.

• Amy spread her books and worksheets on Jake’s bed. Jake climbs on the bed and sits next to her. Amy shows Jake an equation and instructs “Show me how to solve for x” then Jake bursts into tears. “HOW CAN I FIND X WHEN I CAN’T EVEN FIND MY DAD?!?!” Amy doesn’t know what to do except pat him on the head. Jake calms down. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” Amy gives him an understanding nod.

• They try to study but Jake can’t seem to focus. He keeps getting distracted. “I’m sorry. I’m trying hard. I really am. People think I don’t try, but I do.” Amy’s heart sinks. She always thought Jake was just lazy. But he was reading the material and trying to solve the equation as hard as he could. He just couldn’t seem to pay attention. Amy has an idea. She orders Sal’s pizza. Every time Jake gets an answer correct, he gets a bite of pizza. Jake perked up. He loved pizza. He wanted his reward. It took some time but he finally got an answer correct and gobbled up his bite. “Are you proud of me?” Jake asked, his eyes widened. Amy gave him a high five. “So proud!” It made Jake so happy to finally hear that.

• Jake tries to solve another equation and the answer he gets is only a decimal point away from the correct answer. He asks Amy to still give him a bite of pizza. Amy shakes her head. “Nope. You didn’t get the correct answer. You didn’t earn this pizza.” She pushes the box out of his way. Jake grabs a slice out of the box anyways. “Hey!” Amy grabs the slice out of Jake’s hand. Jake bounces on top of Amy and tries to grab the pizza out of her hand. They both wrestle around the bed for a few seconds and start laughing. Jake’s literally ON TOP of Amy right now.

• They stop wrestling and just look into each other’s eyes. They’re both panting from all that wrestling. Jake drops the pizza out of his hand. He leans down and presses his lips against Amy’s. Amy closes her eyes and kisses him back. Jake pulls back. Amy says “That was great and all, but you’re still not getting your pizza.” Jake groans. “Damnit!” Amy laughs. They keep studying. Jake’s starting to get the hang of this. He’s getting more questions correct, which means more bites of pizza.

• There’s one question left, the short answer question. The hardest question on the worksheet. Jake asks “If I get this question correct, will I get a whole slice of pizza?” Amy has a mischievous smile. “Oh you’ll get something better than a slice of pizza.” Jake gets excited. “TWO slices of pizza?!” Amy rolls her eyes and tells him to just solve the equation.

• Jake finishes solving the problem, Amy looks over his work to see how he did. Amy glances over his paper, then suddenly knocks all the textbooks and papers off of the bed. She pushes Jake onto his back and climbs on top of him. She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses him. Jake wraps his arms around her back and kisses her back. After a minute of making out, Amy pulls away. Jake asks her, “So I got the question right?” Amy winked. “Nope.”

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It’s a two-fer! Courtesy of @dcwomenkickingass, and specifically this post, I had to do an edit of these, while my storyboards wait. 

I’m not going to go into long explanations here, I hope the drawings do speak for themselves. In the first case, it’s a Land being Land, although I do have to say that he did give a butt to Silk, as opposed to his usual ablation of hips and gluteus maximi. However, he unfortunately did it wrong. 

Artistic anatomy is all about drawing structure, from the inside out. Your muscles by themselves can’t look right if they aren’t placed on top of a properly proportioned skeleton.  Boobs won’t look right if they aren’t drawn as following the curve of the ribcage, its center line, or the movement of the arms which either pull or push on the pectorals on which the breasts hang. The arms back mean the shoulders are lowered, and the angle of the hands will be different since there’s a ¾ turn on the torso. It shows that Land is drawing by guessed shapes, copied contours and practiced repeated motions. There’s no real structure underneath his shapes.

And if we look at the legs, I can only picture Kitty Pride phasing out of a wall: the legs look like they got mangled up to look like stumps. But even structure-wise, there is no thought put into whether the pose actually works, which is why it looks so clumsy. The legs should be reversed due to the line of action that’s in the torso but not followed through into the pelvis and legs. And I’ve been using the coil technique a lot in order to make my volumes work - it should be obvious by the roughs above - which help me figure out things like foreshortening. 

Silk too was a problem of lack of structure, proportions all over the place, and lack of weight and purpose, but it felt moreso than Spiderwoman. I used the same pose Land did but worked out the skeleton first, using rotation arcs in order to properly proportion the length of the various limbs. I don’t know these characters and I might not have used these poses, but Silk here definitely looks like she’s dancing.

The variant cover by Manara looks like a pose right out of porn, pelvis up and cheeks spread, costume looking like body paint, and it makes me very uncomfortable. She doesn’t look like a superhero about to strike, she looks like she’s about to get… well, it’s a porn pose. This is sexualisation. It also reminds me of the Dog Bone sexy shape. 

So I turned the pose sideways to figure it out, and to see what would work better. The sideways pose as is, as you can see, is angled to do quite the opposite of ass-kicking. Were she to try to leap from that pose, she’d fall flat on her face. The second pose is the “coiled like a spring”, but in the camera angle of the cover, it’s an ugly, ugly pose. So I tried to do something in-between, and just by making the pelvis horizontal and lifting the torso off the ground, I’ve managed to move the center of gravity so her weight is on her feet instead of her knees, she can use her arms to maneuver in most directions, and you still get an interesting body shape to look at. I think this works better, and much more ready to spring into motion.

Wanted also to say thanks for all the reblogs, likes and recent follows! I appreciate each one of them, and it’s because you’re still sharing and commenting that I came back to do this. However I’m still really busy! I won’t be posting a lot, but I do plan on posting more than I have. Back to storyboards for me! 

Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf

Modern AU

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1544

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, kissing

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you all have enjoyed Spoopy Week! There may be one or two more Halloween imagines up today, but still it is sadly the end of Spoopy Week! Love you all!

“My Halloween party is going to be great! You coming, (Y/N)?” Alex asked, his face covered with a wide grin.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Who’s going?” You asked, smiling just as brightly as he was.

“I invited pretty much everyone we know.” Alex said.

“Even Eliza?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up!” Alex yelled, his face turning a bright red.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you two are cute together.” You said, causing Alex’s face to grow an even brighter red.

“Stop!” Alex covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, Hamilton!” You stopped your teasing to see Jefferson approaching the two of you.

“What do you want, Jefferson?” Alex growled, glaring at the puffy haired man.

“Just wanted to ask you something about your Halloween party tonight. Is it a costume party?” He asked, shifting his eyes every so often to look at you.

“Yes, it is and you better be wearing a good costume.” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “What a stupid question. Why wouldn’t a Halloween party be a costume party?”

“Wait! You invited Jefferson?” You asked in horror.

“I said that I invited everyone we knew.” Alex shrugged.

“I didn’t think that included him!” You exclaimed, pointing at Jefferson.

“I’m still standing here.” Jefferson said, watching in distaste at the exchange between you and Alexander.

“I noticed.” You rolled your eyes.

“Chill, (Y/N). I invited him to show him that I throw the best parties and that he could never out do me.” Alex smirked at Jefferson.

“I never throw parties.” Jefferson said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.

“Exactly.” Alex nodded his head, looking very proud of himself.

“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You asked Alex, looking down at your watch.

“Damn it! Thank for reminding me. See you tonight!” Alex called over his shoulder, beginning to sprint down the street.

“So, what are you dressing up as tonight?” Jefferson asked, his eyes still on Alex’s retreating figure.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked, ready to defend yourself.

“Just curious.” He shrugged, turning to face you.

“I’m not sure yet, I’m not as lucky as you.” You said, watching Jefferson’s face contort in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his head tilting slightly.

“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.” You shook your head sadly.

“Wow, (Y/N). That was low.” Jefferson glared at you.

“Yeah, I know. See you tonight, Jefferson.” You turned and began walking away. Jefferson’s eyes not straying from your back until you turned a corner.

~~~

You arrived at Alex’s house when the party was already in full swing. You were only a half hour late, yet it looked as if everybody had already arrived. You smiled at those you knew, as you pushed your way through the house.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a girl scream from across the living room.

“Eliza!” You squealed, racing into the girls open arms. “You look adorable.”

You grinned at Eliza’s costume. She was dressed as Sandy Dee from Grease and from where you were standing, it looked like Alex had dressed up as Danny Zuko.

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think Alex would actually be okay with dressing up as Danny Zuko.” She blushed, glancing over at Alex. “But, I love your costume! You’re actually matching someone that already came.”

“I am?” You looked down at your costume. “Someone dressed up as an old lady?”

You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You couldn’t think of a single costume that would match this. An old lady? A lumberjack?

“No silly, he’s dressed as the Big Bad Wolf.” She grinned, winking at you. “Maybe the two of you could hook up tonight.”

“Hm, maybe. That does sound a bit kinky though.” You smirked, winking back at her.

“Oh my God, speaking of the devil. Good luck.” She hugged you again, quickly walking to Alexander’s side.

“Looks like we’re matching.” You turned, your face inches apart from the man dressed as the wolf.

“It would seem so.” You said, studying the man in front of you. He seemed distinctly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Would it be rude of me to hope you didn’t bring a date to this party?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Why would you not want me to bring a date?” You laughed, raising a brow at the strange question.

“Because I was hoping that I could spend the majority of the night with you.” He laughed with you.

“I would enjoy that very much. Want to go get a drink with me?” You motioned to the kitchen.

“It would be my pleasure.” He held out an arm for you to loop yours through.

The two of you got shot after shot. You never ran out of things to talk about, and agreed on many topics. That didn’t mean that you disagreed on some things, but even then he was able to be very respectful of your opinion and try to see it from your perspective.

Talking to him seemed like one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. As the night was drawing to a close, you grew sad. You didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You hadn’t even learned his name yet!

“I like you a lot, wolfy.” You smiled, leaning slightly on him.

“I like you too, red.” He kissed the top of your head lightly.

“I’ve honestly never felt like this with someone before. Is that weird of me to say?” You looked up at him, slightly nervous to hear his response.

“Not at all, I feel the exact same way. I’ve never been able to connect with someone this easily.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed, watching people say their goodbyes.

“It doesn’t have to end. Would you like to come home with the Big Bad Wolf?” He smirked.

“I would love too.” You smirked back at him, the two of you walking hand in hand past a very shocked Alexander. “What’s his deal?”

“I have no idea.” You could see Eliza having to hold back Alexander from running straight at you. The look of horror on his face was unforgettable.

~~~

You slowly woke up, the sun blinding your eyes. The sun never shined in your room like this. You shifted slightly in the bed, the sheets feeling softer than normal. You shrugged it off, nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow, only to feel it vibrate with a laugh.

“Well, good morning to you too.” A deep voice rumbled in your ear.

You shot up in shock, looking around at your surroundings. This was most definitely not your room. You heard another chuckle from behind you. You slowly turned around, to be face to face with Jefferson.

“Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes widening.

“Hi.” He smiled at you. The surprising thing was, it was a genuine smile, not one of his smug smirks.

“How did we end up here?” You asked, fidgeting with your untamed hair. Unconsciously trying to get out the knots.

“You wanted to go home with me. Will you stop messing with your hair? Trust me you look beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed your hands gently.

“You’re the wolf?” You looked down at how easily the two of your hands had intertwined so easily.

“I thought you knew that…” Thomas started to trail off, you could see pain flash through his eyes.

“Um, no. Did you know it was me?” You asked, beginning to slowly play with his fingers.

“Yeah, I knew it was you when I came and approached you.” He watched with a small smile as you played with his hands.

“So we…” You trailed off, beginning to stare at his shirtless chest.

You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed that before. To say the least, it was very distracting.

“Yup…” He stared at you sadly. “I’m sorry to have put you in this position, (Y/N). I just assumed that you knew it was me and I hoped…”

“You hoped what?” You asked, looking at the bed. It was too hard to look him in the eyes.

“I hoped that you liked me as much as I liked you.” He sighed, slowly peeling his hands away from yours.

“What if I did like you back?” You asked, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his.

“What did you say?” He asked, perking up slowly.

“If I liked you back, what would we do? Cause my best friend hates you. Not to mention, that we constantly argue. I’m not sure if this would even work out, but what if I did like you?” Thomas slowly inched towards you, his face becoming inches from yours.

“Then I say, what the hell? I like you, you like me. This may not be love, but if it is, isn’t it said that it’s able to defy anything?” You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.

“Then, I like you. I like you a lot, Thomas.” You smiled, shifting your eyes from his, to his lips.

“Good, because I’ve liked you for way too long now.” He grinned, slowly closing the distance between you.

Angel

This has been in the works for months and months. I simply haven’t had the inspiration nor the time to write honestly. It’s not my best writing, but I tried to get myself back into things. I’ve missed writing and you guys

Warning: SMUT

Length: 7,000+ words

               It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. Those sweet lips of his shouldn’t have been so bitter. Those eyes weren’t supposed to be so dark.

               To be fair, tonight was the one night that everyone could be whoever they wanted to. You had just fallen for his innocent ploy. How were you supposed to know those wings of his were real?

               It was Halloween. The sky was blackened and overcast, consuming the moon’s light. Careful of the brisk cold, you chose a costume that allowed for you to cover up well. Your long white dress dragged against the concrete even though you were wearing high heels. Your friend pulled you along, rushing you as if you were terribly late. There was still plenty of time though. You had all night.

               Someone had rented a club to throw a party. You had no idea who, but apparently they were a friend of a friend and that meant that you had somehow received a gorgeous black invitation with loopy orange lettering. Not one to refuse an opportunity to be someone else for a few hours, you graciously accepted and now you were trying to navigate through the gray fog covering the venue’s floor without stepping on anyone’s feet.

               There were more people here than you had expected and though you had entered holding your friend’s hand, she was suddenly nowhere to be found. The sea of masks made it near impossible to search for her. However, you weren’t too concerned. You would end up crossing paths again at some point.

               You decided to hold the hem of your gown as you strolled to make sure you didn’t trip as the ground was virtually undetectable under the man-made smoke. Hoisting yourself up onto a stool by the bar, you got your bearing as you sat and observed. The club was eerily beautiful with glass chandeliers casting a blue tinted glow on the shimmering onyx walls and floors.

               A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your awe. Spinning in your seat, you came face to face with the bartender. He wore a cape and fake elongated canine teeth for a vampire feel. He wanted to know if you wanted a drink.

               The corners of your lips upturned. In fact, you did. “Could you make something that goes with my costume?” you asked playfully.

               He smiled at your request but his white contact lenses made the expression seem sinister. “Anything for an angel,” he replied flirtily.

               You were grateful that he could tell your intended guise as you weren’t wearing fake wings. But to be fair, you had your back to him earlier, so maybe he has caught sight of the huge black wings tattooed on your skin. Though your white dress had long sleeves and was floor length, it was also totally backless. It exposed your ink well. If your gold halo didn’t give away what you were attempting, a good look at your back would.

               The bartender came back with something bubbling in a wine glass with flecks of gold leaf floating the in honey-colored liquid.

               “What is it?” you inquired as you handed the handsome blood sucker a bill.

               “Unicorn blood,” he answered with a wink.

               You appreciated his cleverness in the choice. Wiggling your fingers in farewell, you stood to leave.

               “Come back for some Hell Fire,” he called after you. You nodded without looking back and made no promises.

               Taking a sip from your glass, you were pleasantly surprised by the taste of passion fruit mixed with champagne. The sweetness cut the bitterness and the carbonation lightened the thickness of the juice. You really were going to have to return for that Hell Fire if it was anything like this.

               A firm hand gripped your elbow and you whipped around so fast that you almost spilled your cocktail. It was your friend, looking sexier than before in her police woman outfit now that she was sweating a little. She had found the dance floor without you and had even found herself a Joker to sway with. Kindly, he accepted you as an adoption to their duo and you danced with your friend as she danced with the both of you.

               Draining your Unicorn’s blood after a few songs, you decided to leave your friend to her criminal and sought out the bar again. There was a line this time and you secured yourself a small section of counter to lean against as you waited. You draped your hair to one side as you could feel the alcohol and dancing warm you from the inside. Not wanting your makeup to melt just yet, you fanned yourself with your hands. The gold bangles that adorned your wrists tinkled musically loud enough to catch the bartender’s attention. He flashed his fangs at you teasingly as he mixed a margarita.

               You were mid-chuckle when you felt a chill crawl up your spine. Goose bumps erupted on your arms and you searched for the cause. Eyes darting around, you caught sight of a tall man dressed in all black staring at you from across the room. He stood completely still even as you locked eyes. You couldn’t read his expression as an elegant mask made of lace obscured half of his face. The fabric was a stunning shade of crimson, which was at complete odds with his charcoal suit. But it did have the benefit of drawing your interest straight to his eyes, which were piercing.

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bow down witch.

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: fluff, comedy

word count: 1,270

prompt: You accidentally challenge your boyfriend to a Halloween-themed pun-off

note: october prompts info

What do you think of when you hear the word Halloween?

Most people would probably say some variation of the same thing: costumes, pumpkins, candy, or alcohol. They were the main staples of the fright-filled holiday after all, so those answers were only to be expected. It was a wild time of busy preparations as people decided what they wanted to dress up as for the unique day of the year where they could be almost anything. Orange and black decorations lined the streets while local businesses set up jack-o-lanterns in their window displays. Special Halloween-edition candy filled the shelves of almost every single store. And well, what better occasion to drink than on a night when you were pretending to be someone else? However, with that being said, that was simply what most people thought of. It wasn’t everyone, and that was due to the fact that people like your boyfriend existed.

What did Kim Seokjin think of when he heard the word Halloween? —Puns. He thought of it as a glorious opportunity for ample amounts of puns.

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Terms and Conditions
One Shot
Summary:
It’s always a good idea to go over the fine print when making bets with someone who loves playing with you as much as they love playing games with you.
Character: Tom Hiddleston
Genre: Smut
Rating: Mature/NSFW | Sex, Light BDSM, Teasing
A/N: Hey everyone! So instead of working on what I actually need to be working, I decided to write my first smut ever. So, uh, be kind, comments welcome and all that good stuff? I might split this up in to two parts depending on how long it gets, who knows? Yeah, this is definitely going to be two parts, so if you guys want part two, let me know?

The terms and conditions were simple. Ten minutes, bound to the head board, not a single sound. If you made a sound, time was up and who ever lasted the longest won. You weren’t new to Tom’s games, in fact, you dared to say that you loved them when you both started being more open in the bedroom. You came up with games too, of course, but somehow they never seemed as thrilling and daring as what he might concoct in that childish mind of his. For some reason though, he was being a little bit more cheeky about this game than normal, or at least you thought so, you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. But you could not argue with the opportunity to wreck him up first before he had a go at you. You liked to say you had the stronger resolve of the two of you.

So there he was, stripped down, sitting up against the head board with his hands bound to the edges, unable to make a single sound. The timer had started for the ten minutes and you were going to make him writhe in pleasure. You started slow, kissing, licking, pinching, the occasional scratch that you knew would drive him crazy. He was almost purple by the time you got down to where he needed you most, dripping over his stomach, but so far, he hadn’t made a single sound. You had to give him kudos for that, the insides of his cheeks must be raw by now with the heaving of his chest and the way his hands shook against the soft leather cuffs, but you were far from done and only three minutes in.

“I have to say Tom, you’re doing fairly well,” you cooed lightly as you seated yourself between his legs, his eyes dark and hooded as he focused on your every move, but he kept his mouth shut, earning a pout from your lips. “Aw, don’t be like that. How can I know if you like what I’m doing if you won’t talk to me,” you pouted at him all too innocently, and you had to hold back a giggle at the sharpness that came from his eyes, but they were quick to screw shut with flared nostrils as you started to stroke feather light touches up and down the underside of his length, feeling him twitch beneath your touch. He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily, and you could have sworn you heard him swallow a sound as you wrapped your hand around him, squeezing from base to head. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” you smiled with a bat of your eyes, and if looks could kill, you knew you’d be dead by now.

You squeezed and tugged and played with the tip, and then came the sucking, the licking, and the deep throating that you knew he absolutely couldn’t resist, but a slight panic started to kick in as he still had not made a single sound, and you had only two minutes left. You decided to pick it up and got him so close that he was all but screaming as his arms strained against the head board and his thighs shook, knowing that you’d been going so slow, you’d been building up for one of his best orgasms yet, or at least you’d like to think. With one final squeeze he came hard on your hand, his head thrown back so hard you could swear there would be a bump in a few hours, and his chest rose and fell in rapid breaths that came through gritted teeth, but even as you wrung him completely dry and rode him out for as long as he could go, not a single sound came from his lips, and the timer had gone off for a successful ten minutes.

You sat back on the edge of the bed as he came down from his high, a weight setting in your stomach. You thought sure you could have had him screaming by the time you got to around six or seven minutes, but he stayed completely quiet the whole time. “Don’t be too upset darling,” came his throaty voice as he swallowed, looking at you beneath sweaty bangs of his curly brunet hair, causing you to glare at him. “I’ll wear that pirate’s costume one day, rest assured, but that night won’t be on your terms like you’d planned,” he chuckled lightly as you huffed. “I’ve only been trying to get you to wear it for months now,” you grumbled through your teeth, crossing your arms over your bear chest. “Trust me when I say Y/N, it was quite difficult for me, you were driving me insane,” he breathed, gaining your attention at the compliments. “But alas, one of us is just a better player,” he said with a cheeky smirk and dark eyes with a tilt of his head. There it was, he could never let you have the final compliment. “Now, be a good kitten and come untie me. I do believe it’s your turn,” he almost purred, and you huffed again as you got up from the edge of the bed to move towards the cuffs, undoing only one. He could take care of the other one.

“Alright, so what do you get out of this now,” you asked crossly, watching him as he undid the other cuff and moved for you to come to his spot on the bed. “So curious, aren’t you? I’d venture to say that since you weren’t successful in your allotted time, that I’ve won this little game, so it doesn’t very much matter except for the fact that you’re going to abide by it,” he explained as you sat against the head board, though you were less than willing to give him your arms just yet. “Oh no, I get a chance to redeem myself. If I last, it’s a draw, and no one wins,” you shot back defensively, earning a chuckle from him as he stood from the bed. “Of course you do pet,” he agreed, holding out his hand for one of yours to put you in his same restraints. You hesitated though, looking up to him with a leer in your eyes. “I told you what I wanted if I won. What happens if you win,” you ask with an edge to your words, having not been given an answer all night. He pondered your question thoughtfully before taking your hand and shutting it securely in the cuff, rendering you now incapable of making too many more demands.

“For now, let’s just call it motivation for you not to make a single sound,” he smirked, moving to the other side of the bed to secure your other arm, but he could see the tentativeness in your eyes at his lack of information. “But if I last it doesn’t matter,” you countered, establishing the point again since he seemed to be doubting your ability to do so. He nodded though at your words, despite the small falter in your voice. Something about how calm he was being about all of this wasn’t sitting well with you, like he somehow knew something that you didn’t about how the next ten minutes were going to go. “That’s right. If.. you last,” he almost growled, pausing on the word ‘if’ to make sure you knew the possibility of that word. Your heart started to pick up as he came closer to you on the bed, his eyes dark and his lips lined with a mischievous smirk you knew all too well. What did you just get yourself into? “Good luck pet. Your time begins now,” he said with a wicked grin and a small peck on your nose, beginning the timer for ten minutes.

He started off slow, and for once, slow was okay with you. He sat beside you and started with small pecks before taking you in for a loving, passionate kiss, the kind that would normally have you weak at the knees and moaning for him to do something, but not this time. You had a resolve to keep. He moved passed your jaw and beneath your chin to your neck, and against your better judgement you naturally leaned to the side, giving him better access. You cursed yourself for it only a few seconds after as he licked a thin stripe from the base of your neck and shoulder all the way up behind your ear, making you shiver, and you could practically feel the smile on his lips. “You’re going to make this so easy for me, aren’t you,” he questioned with a smile on his lips, but you instead shot him a deadly glare. “Alright, alright. I’ll just have to see just how strong you’re going to be,” he chuckled, moving down the bed to between your legs, and with your eyes set on him, you were ready for his worst.

He started with feather light touches as his fingers skated up your legs from your ankles, raising goosebumps on your skin in his wake. He moved with his hands, coming to the top of your knees, and with his forefinger and his thumb he squeezed, causing you to jump. 'He wouldn’t dare’ you glowered as you kept a firm glare on him, his eyes gauging your every reaction as his hands moved up your legs again to the tops of your thighs, giving another squeeze. You squirmed only a little then, not being able to help the natural reaction to one of your ticklish spots, but the devilish smirk on his face as he ignored the V between your legs and continued up your hips caused your eyes to go from firm to helpless. 'He’s a child! This is low even for him,’ you seethed as his hands came and rested on your sides beneath your ribs. He saw the change in your eyes, and his expression changed too, from that smirk to a childish toothy grin as his fingers ghosted over your skin, causing you to lightly squirm beneath his touch.

“What? We didn’t say this wasn’t fair game,” he almost giggled as he gripped your hips between his legs, rendering you immobile as he dug his fingers into your sides. Your legs kicked behind him and your arms pulled at the restraints, anything to try and get away from the assault on your ticklish spot as you tried to squirm under his weight. Not being able to move at all only made it worse as his fingers moved up and down between your hips and your ribs, relentlessly using your weakness against you. Your eyes screwed shut as you tried not to focus your nerve endings betraying you, turning your face away from him as you bit on the inside of your cheek, anything to keep you from letting out a shriek. This went on until you were red in the face trying to hold it in, your breath heaving, but after what seemed far longer than necessary, he released his grip on you, the assault ending.

Your skin crawled as you shivered, trying to ebb the feeling away as you breathed deeply trying to compose yourself. He sat back from you then on his heels, watching your trembling body with still that childish grin on his face. “I’m impressed. That usually gets you,” he said, genuinely for what it was worth. You dared to look at him then with your deadliest glare, promising that he would pay deeply for this, but instead he only tsked at you, disappointed. “I’m afraid that means drastic measures though kitten. I’m sorry it had to come to this,” he said in his best mock disappointed voice as he moved from the bed. You glanced at the timer on the bedside table, what time could he have for 'drastic measures’ in six and a half minutes. You had to venture that you were doing good so far, he hadn’t even really touched you yet and you hadn’t made a sound. And if he was going to be all bark and no bite, how hard could this be?

You were confident in this for all of two seconds before you saw him move to the bedside drawer, and you instantly felt your stomach drop. Your eyes went wide as you watched him pull out the black silk blindfold you two used and you looked at him incredulously as he moved towards you, shaking your head. He held it out, watching you with a devious grin as you went to open your mouth, but he paused, raising an eye brow, waiting for you to speak. “What? What was that,” he teased, but you closed your mouth again not daring to let your voice betray you. Instead though you stared between him and the blindfold, wondering if he could actually be serious. This was cheating. “Oh if only you could protest, but you can’t without losing. But I would like to bring up that we never agreed that we couldn’t use.. other methods,” he said, and before you could protest with a shocked glare, he slipped the blindfold over your head, and you were left to darkness, but not silence.

You listened carefully above your own erratic breathing as he dared to rummage for something else in the drawer, and you knew there were only three more things in there. A silk scarf that you typically used as a gag, but that would defeat the purpose here, a small paddle which you were really in no position for him to use effectively on you, and… He wouldn’t… You heard him chuckle to yourself as you started to tremble, hearing a small 'click’ before the sound of vibrations filled the air around you. He would. You instantly started to fight against the head board again as you crossed your legs tight, trying anything and everything to prevent what was most likely about to be your end. “Now darling, don’t be a sore loser. Next time you’ll just have to be more specific on the rules,” he said and you could just hear that cheeky superior grin on his face. You wanted to scream at him and tell him it wasn’t fair, that he was cheating, but you didn’t want to lose that way, although your chances of winning seemed pretty slim now.

You could hear it getting closer, on the softest setting. He was not going to make this easy on you. Just hearing it though you could feel the slickness between your legs getting worse at knowing what those vibrations could do to you. There were three settings, for low, medium, and high, and then the one you always saved for last, the pulsating vibrations, and just the thought of it between your legs was enough to make you groan, but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t. You felt the bed sink beside you from his weight, and he was going to use every liberty he could, taking the tip of it down from behind your ear to the base of your neck, making you squirm under the touch as he brought it to each hardened nipple at your chest. He’d hold it there for a few moments, tweaking the other with his fingers, just enough to get you panting and squirming with the uncertainty of what he was going to do next behind the blindfold, but you had a pretty clear idea, even as you kept your legs closed shut like a vice.

From between your breasts he trailed it down your skin lightly, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin, all the way down your abdomen and your stomach, to the V between your hips, and despite your closed legs, the smoothness of the vibrator and the betrayal of your own arousal allowed him to slide it just so between your thighs, causing you to throw your head back. You couldn’t know how much time you had left, four minutes? Three minutes? But if you could keep your legs closed, maybe, just maybe you could stand a chance. He wasn’t going to let down that easy though as he began to move it in slow circles between your thighs, gauging your reaction to see when he might have hit that particularly sweet spot. Tilting it ever so slightly upward, you jumped at having it come in contact with your throbbing clit, having been without stimulation this entire time, well into having had him tied up on the bed, and he chuckled darkly. “Ah, there it is. I knew your body would betray you,” he laughed, moving the device again in those same circles but knowing now where your bud was amongst your skin.

He dared to turn the device up to it’s second setting and tilted it again, coming in contact with your clit as he started to move it up and down, creating that sweet friction that you had so desired, but needed more of. He took it achingly slow though moving it over your clit, waiting till you were writhing from the contact before slowly helping you ease your legs open, your muscles becoming weak and your mind becoming foggy. Your resolve was slipping, you couldn’t let that happen, but the feeling was too good between your legs, your body couldn’t be denied the pleasure any more. With your legs spread wide for him, he moved between them with the device clutched in his hands, moving between your folds, under your clit, ignoring the bud now, but he knew you wouldn’t last much longer as he lined your slit with the vibrations, watching your strain against the cuffs and your chest heave with heavy breaths. Your mouth was closed tight and your head shook from side to side, trying to fight your need to mewl and scream against the vibrations between your legs.

“This is as torturous for me as it is for you pet. I must say you’re doing much better than I’d thought. Two and a half minutes left,” came Tom’s voice, and you could hear how husky his voice was at watching you, knowing he must be hard again by now, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that two and a half minutes left, but you had just forgotten about what else the device could do before he slid it into your heat with ease, and turned it up to the third setting. Your body convulsed with the sudden intense vibrations surging inside of you as you adjusted to the size, listening to it as he pulled it in and out of your slit, creating more friction. Your teeth were gritted together painfully now as your arms shook against the restraints, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. You couldn’t tell if you actually were doing good or if he was letting you do good up until now, but all bets were off as he switched to the final pulse setting and rested it inside of you, tilting up against that delicious spot against your walls. Each pulse sent a new wave of incredible pleasure through your body as your body moved with it, your hips bucking up with each pulse. He started to rub against that spot as he brought his thumb down on your clit, putting pressure on the ignored bud, and as soon as he started to rub up and down on the nerves there, you screamed.

Not seconds later your vision went white behind the darkness of the blindfold, and you squealed at the convulsions of your body releasing your orgasm, and he rode out your high for you with the vibrator buried inside you and his thumb drawing quick circles on your clit, and just as you had come down from your high, the timer rang. “I do believe that is game, set, and match,” Tom smirked as the vibrator left you, leaving you empty as your body trembled in the aftermath of your orgasm. He switched it off and removed your blindfold to reveal sharp eyes glaring daggers at him.

“You cheating bastard,” you seethed, your chest heaving and your skin slicked with a thin layer of sweat, but Tom only looked at you with an innocent gaze, his eyes wide at your words. “Cheating? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he feigned with a hand on his chest over his heart, as if he might actually be hurt at your harsh words. “We didn’t say we could use anything else,” you shot back. “We also didn’t say that we couldn’t use anything else,” he retorted, that cheeky grin back on his face at how easy it was to throw your own words back at you. “So what? You had to use 'other methods’ to make sure you won because you knew you couldn’t do it by yourself,” you countered, knowing exactly how to get under his skin. He had barely touched you in the expert way you knew he could, so did he really have to use something else to make sure he won? You had to laugh with yourself at the cleverness of your words, but they were met with a dark glare from his eyes that made your breath catch in your throat, and before you knew what happened your bum was perched on his thighs, your legs in the air resting on his shoulders, and his straining red cock was just above your still throbbing core.

“You’re going to regret that with what I’d had planned for my victory kitten,” he growled before easily thrusting into you due to your release, causing you to squeal at being so suddenly filled again. Any thought you might have had to question his threat left you as he began thrusting hard and steady into you, the angle allowing him to hit deeper with each thrust. He angled his hips upward after a few thrusts to make sure he hit that sweet spot against your walls, and feeling him brush and throb against you caused your body to tremble as you gave out a small stream of curses, begging him not to stop. His thrusts began to grow uneven as you continued to struggle and fight against your restraints, only wanting to touch him and run your fingers down his arms after having been denied mobility for so long, but you couldn’t form the words to ask him to release you as he brought one hand down to your clit, pinching the bud and making you cry out before applying a pressure that tilted you over the edge. Your walls contracted around him as you came, and the squeeze of your muscles caused him to grunt before releasing inside of you, his thrusts slowing before he slid out and let you down gently.

You were both heaving, sweaty messes as he moved to release you from the head board, and as you moved you winced at how sore you felt from being restrained, but Tom took care in being gentle with you as he placed soft kisses on your shoulders. However, despite how tender he was being, there was still the whole matter of what this night was actually for. You two made a bet, he never told you want he wanted, but he did cheat, would he accept that? You weren’t going to let yourself lose so easily, especially since you should have been able to use some of your 'other methods’. Before you could say much on the subject though, he got up and headed towards the bathroom for a shower you presumed, and you couldn’t ignore that a shower sounded nice.

You waited for him for only a few minutes before he was done and out, but you were drowsy and drifting off by that point before forcing yourself into the shower. By the time you were finished, your hair fresh and your skin clean of sweat, he was asleep amongst the covers, and your eyes felt heavy when you came onto the bed with him. You wanted to know what his side of the bet was, and to fight that you weren’t going to do it because he cheated, but you just felt so tired… Perhaps it could wait till the morning?