#DO I HAVE TO WRITE THE WIKIHOW MYSELF?????

[niuniente]

I'm reading Wikihow on how to go to sauna and I'm LIVID. Who the hell wrote this article, this is all bullshit???

"First, wash yourself with a mild soap before going to sauna" = NO, you rinse yourself with water from head to toe first. If you wear a make up, you can wash that off. If you are extremely dirty like covered with oil, shit and blood, then do wash yourself with a soap first.

"Use a swimsuit or a towel in public saunas" = NO, you fucking sit there naked. Period. In swimming halls it is actually dangerous to sit in sauna in a wet bathing suit because of the pools' chlorine, which WILL evaporate.

"Sit on your towel in the sauna" = NO, you don't fucking bring your frigging towel in the sauna. Public saunas provide seat covers which you will take with you from the locker room (like hotels) and dispose afterwards OR you bring your own seat cover with you. You DO NOT sit on the same towel you dry yourself with you fucking ass.

"After you have sat in sauna, come out, cool down and dress yourself" = PUT CLOTHES ON ON YOUR FUCKING SWEATY SKIN??? WITH NO WASHING YOURSELF? BITCH AFTER SAUNA YOU TAKE A PROPER SHOWER AND WASH YOURSELF FROM HEAD TO TOE.

#DO I HAVE TO WRITE THE WIKIHOW MYSELF????? #THAT'S SAUNA BLASPHEMY #This is an insult to a sauna culture! #IF you do ANY of the above at least Finns will not congratulate you for using the sauna right #they will look at you and think AH a foreigner doesn't know anything #did that person really just leave without washing themselves????? #this isn't an onsen!

[mamawasatesttube]

google search "wikihow to manifest the ship zoanne wilkins/serling roquette as two funky little science wlw into a fic that i can read, without having to actually write it myself?". what do you mean no results. that can't be right. surely i don't have to write it myself?

#i just miss them... #individually i mean they've never interacted or even been like remotely near being on the same page but hear me out. #hear me out!!! hear me out okay THEY'D BE SO CUTE TOGETHER serling who's a genius who had one (1) friend her age and then he died #and zoanne who's soft and sweet and a lil anxious and figuring out what she wants to do in academia and research #meet cute where she's gushing about a paper by a dr. roquette at a conference and it turns out the cute girl she's gushing to #who she'd assumed was a fellow undergraduate researcher #IS ACTUALLY DR. ROQUETTE?!?!?!?!!?!??!? WHAOAOAHHH #she's so embarrassed but serling is like NO DON'T BE I LIKE YOU LET'S HANG OUT do you like vintage music btw--- #do you see my vision life could be a beautiful dream please #rimi talks

[anitalianfrie]

I LOVED your Christmas Carol pandori fic. I thought it was sweet and funny and so well written BUT if you feel like talking about it I’d love to know what you think happens next? No worries if you don’t want to speculate/share… I thought the ending was perfect!

(making myself a note now to go back and comment on it fr 🙃)

— Daisy 🧡 (lastlatebraker)

ok so. I never really planned it, but (and take this in the like canon/non-canon way) basically, after Marc realizes that vale is the one calling him, for some reason (he's weak and christmas got to him) he decides to not end the call. Cue to the most embarassing conversation to ever be spoken. Vale thinks of bashing his head against the wall at least three different times. Marc contemplates moving to tibet. Vale of course doesn't apologise but is cordial, makes conversation, and doesn't accuse him of stealing his championship(!!??) and Marc is really confused about it. After they end the call Marc chalks it up to Vale drinking to much and stops thinking about it (that's not true. it keeps him awake at night. he ponders wether to talk to Alex about it but he knows his brother would hit him repeatedly on the head for doing something stupid(even if he doesn't know what)). But then the season starts and Vale is in the paddock and not only is he cordial but he pops in for a second in the gresini garage to congratulate him over the race? what. is. happening. and then vale knocks on his motorhome. And they start talking, and Marc still doesn't know what it's happening while Vale is basically trying to wikihow "how to apologies to someone after being a massive dick (without saying I'm sorry) (getting to fuck them after)" so they start to drink a bit and vale is almost... apologetic???? (again. he's trying to wikihow it) and marc still doesn't unedrstand what it's happening but he decides to go with the flow. And then they start getting physically closer on the couch, and Vale's hands start to linger, and he does the same things he used to do in 2014... they fuck. without talking about it. After it Marc writes it off as something vale did just to have a one night stand and that it's not gonna keep him awake at night (lie) but then it keeps happening. Both the talking and the sex. He still doesn't understand it. At one point vale hopefully explains him that this is him apologising and marc realizes that it was serious all along. And then vale is like "so are we together now?" and marc is like "what." and there's a whole thing about vale wooing marc to prove he's worthy (they still fuck in the meantime. marc is already smitten (he never really stopped)).

#When they finally get together luca and alex get together and throw a party for not having to deal with them anymore #bez refuses to accept that this is the reality he lives in and explores the option of becoming a priest in cambodia to escape it #i'm sorry this became a rant of epic proportions #c'è posta per me

[hillbilly---man]

who is your favorite saiki character? do you have a favorite ship?

Thanks for sending me an ask! I do love talking about myself

Picking a favorite character is tough.. I guess I don't really consume media like that. Switching around my focus keeps it fresh for me lol

I like Saiki himself a lot; I wouldn't have kept watching if he wasn't such a good character. I think I especially like his lack of self-awareness, but he's too smug to realize it ("I don't get seasick, it must be some mysterious psychic illness" etc)

Kaidou was my favorite for a while too. I'd never watched something with a chuunibyou character before, but it's a fun archetype because I was so close to being that kid! You know those old wikiHow articles like "how to make people at school think you're a secret mermaid"? 11 year old me was the target audience for those

After starting to write a Toritsuka-centric fic (I promise I plan to finish it) I started to get kind of a soft spot for him. I never really paid much attention to his character before but after that I could see how much fun it was to see him suffer lmao....

Lately I've been thinking a lot about Teruhashi though! I've seen some really thought-provoking analysis about her character lately, and that's usually all I need to rewatch the series and pay attention to see what they were talking about

As for ships.. I'm afraid I have a super boring answer. I don't really have a favorite! I do have some least favorites (I won't be mentioning them, but they aren't super popular here and they don't bother me.. I just don't care for them).

Tbh. I don't really think of ships outside of consuming fan content

But i can pretty easily be convinced of a ship. In fact, I love reading/seeing art that helps me make that connection to canon. For example, lately I've been seeing a lot of lu-kario's torikechi art and it feels so in-character that I'm just like... Yeah that checks out. Despite never having thought of that ship before

But yeah they're all real to me (except the two that I'm not mentioning)

If I HAD to choose a favorite, I'd go with Toritsuka/Saiki because it's funny

#thank you for the ask anon #saiki

[tennessoui]

Kit, I loooved ch2 of foolproof foolhardy. But also it was emotionally exhausting...it made me cry. Here I thought a Stacy's mom au would be silly and lighthearted!! Even with the "tragicomedy" joke in the author's note I wasnt expecting So Much. Do you have any idea if this will be the tone for the rest of the story too? I just dont want to bite off more than I can chew....

aw, babe!!

i tried really hard to do completely silly and lighthearted but then i also realized i couldn't write an insecure padawan obi-wan in love with master skywalker and have master skywalker not on some level be just as obsessed with him so they needed backstory

and i love me a protective master skywalker

if you're ever unsure about something, you can definitely wait until the story is finished posting! i don't want to say yes or no re: tone because sometimes i surprise myself when i'm writing, and i'd like to follow the story where it goes.

if it helps, i pulled the steps/titles of the chapters from a wikihow article on how to seduce your boss, and they are as follows:

Begin Cautiously

Work in a casual touch

Pay attention to the signals

Avoid Any Action You Cannot Take Back

Be Honest and Direct

which feels inherently a bit crack, but to be fair i'm also going to try to write outside of the box on this

#asks #main question is if they fuck next chapter or chapter 5 #work in a casual touch would just be downright ironic if they end up like rutting on the training room floor lol #stacy's mom au

[psidn]

4, 6, 17!

hi hi hi can i just say the "answer" button on tumblr asks is uncomfortably close to the trash icon for deleting the ask and i swear this is the third time i had to do a hard swerve with my mouse to not accidentally delete the ask.

i just picked some fic myself for the first two questions

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

we are gleefully continuing my knb spiral: Midorima's lucky item being a Mamma Mia DVD for the one knb tweet/chatfic i wrote. what can i say. i also liked google search "how to look cool online -wikihow" from the same one. WHAT CAN I SAY.

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

if through blood, sweat, and tears i came up with an idea for a universe, then by god i will put it in there. jk, but also i think the yuletide fic i wrote for this past yuletide is an example of that. i was coming up with a lot of kinda unrelated ideas, and early on in writing i was like, no, i must put these aside! but then partway through i was like, fuck it. these are interesting to me, i like them, i'm gonna make it work. and that's why there are like several half-baked ideas floating around the edges of it, but honestly i think it works fine like that.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

HI. GOOD THING YOU'RE ASKING THIS. i wrote like 1k or something of it in 2018 and keep circling around it like a vulture. it's my knb fma au. so like miragen as the seven vices/homunculi. i have them all mapped out and they're perfect, i'm a genius. and akashi is looking for his brother. GET IT?? i'm a genius. and it's set to fleet foxes' mykonos do you see why i am a genius?!?!?!

ok i'm coming down from my power trip. one day i will finish this. i have to. my (other) white whale.

#thought-42 #meme me #fic writing meme #gang were you all online last night when i reblogged this meme? #were we all avoiding going to bed to put off the start of the work week??

[howto-ifyou]

Welcome! (Pinned)

Do you like satire and bad advice? Have you ever wanted to see wikihow go off the deep end? If so, this is the blog for you! Thank you for coming here, I appreciate your time. I hope that you find some amusement in my ramblings.

As you read through, please remember the following:

This account is purely satirical. Nothing said here should be treated as actual advice nor should it constitute medical or legal advice. I’m not a doctor. I’m not a lawyer. Please do not try this at home.

Facts About Me And My Page:

I’m 22 at the time of this post (January, 2023)

I’m from Arkansas (unfortunately)

I write these primarily to make myself laugh, but enjoy the idea of making others laugh as well.

Every post is typed and formatted by hand, usually when I’m stoned and/or sleep deprived as that’s when the stupid ideas flow the best. Please forgive any mistakes or inconsistencies. I try to catch them, but nobody’s perfect.

I hope that y’all enjoy. Make sure that you’ve read and understand the disclaimer above as I will not be putting any more disclaimers on my posts. It’s way too annoying for everyone involved.

Thank you once again for coming, I hope you enjoy your stay here :)

#welcome

[alotofteez]

What's your writing schedule/process like, if you have one? R u super structured or do you need to be in the mood? (And please share how you push through if you dont need the brain to be in the mood send halp 😭✌️)

I have no schedule or process. I have to be in the mood to write, which is why I make moodboards and music playlists. Those really help in motivating me and giving me ideas. Turning on those playlists while I shower always results in at least 3 ideas (whether they're good ideas is debatable). The songs don't always have lyrics that completely relate to my stories; sometimes the genre/beat/vibe/mood/tone, the theme, or a single line of the lyrics help me. I also like finding pictures of the idols I write that give off the energy/vibe of their character in my stories (i.e. my "sphall san" tag).

I've recently gotten into watching kdramas, and romcom kdramas tend to give off "fanfic" vibes to me. Watching dramas that are similar to what you're writing can inspire you. I've been watching Nevertheless on Netflix, and the main male character is similar to my San character in Sphallolalia, which gives me ideas of how he would act in my story. Even watching YouTube gamers has given me inspiration based on how they interact with their friends in their videos. Observing how others interact has really helped me in developing characters.

I don't really have friends who are into kpop or who write fanfics, but I've seen how other authors help brainstorm, give feedback, and support their author friends to write. I would really recommend making those kinds of friends because it can feel lonely, like you're stuck in a box. It's always better to look to someone when you're creatively lost than to be stumped and not write for long periods of time. Take it from me, who hasn't worked on anything but Sphall in the past few months. I'm creatively frustrated at myself because I'm stuck on so many stories that I really want to finish.

This just turned into a wikihow article for "How to get Inspired" but I feel like having the inspiration to motivate writing is a huge struggle for fanfic writers, especially on Tumblr. My advice is always be on the lookout for inspiration because it can be found literally anywhere. If this wasn't what you were looking for or it didn't help, I'm so sorry😭

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #asks #anon

[thelostfractal]

How to be enthusiastic

When you don't care about anything and nothing evokes positive feelings? Even cheese, lately, makes me doubt. I've even started a list of things I like, like in "Dispatches From Elsewhere." On Jason Segel's list, with just "Spooky" and "Surprise," the guy made a series. Mine is filled with vague things like "writing stories," "writing my feelings," I even wonder if I wrote "cheese." What do I do with that, then? Well, yes, I know.

The first step in Wikihow to feel enthusiasm is to find out who you are... Big piece! How can you know who you are when you don't like anything? And there you go, you're just going around in circles. What we all do, more or less consciously. Less conscious: happy people, people who go to the supermarket with their families, people who think they know others just by seeing them (aka my mom). More conscious: depressed people, people who only go out for a pack of beer and the bigger cheese in the supermarket (aka me).

In fact, I recently wondered if the real me, the less natural one, is the one that bugs or the one that compensates. In other words, the one who is sensitive to everything and scared of everyone, or the one who puts on masks to greet people in a cool way. Because honestly, I kind of want to be cool when I get the chance. Maybe not everything is lost.

Step two: find out why you no longer feel enthusiasm. Is it depression? Lollllll. I'm coming out of it, man, leave me alone. Look, I'm doing fine.

Step three: have positive thoughts. Damn. It's August and it's raining outside. I'm broke, and they're going to take away my social assistance soon. I have no friends. No enthusiasm... Okay, okay. Next. Something I know I can achieve? Another round of Dragon Age? Yeah, that's definitely going to lead me to happiness.

Setting goals... But I don't have any goals! I just want to appear normal, you know. So, wear the mask. I should have been Japanese; that double life valued by society would have suited me perfectly. 

The only thing that makes me feel even remotely enthusiastic is imagining starting my life over somewhere else, in a freshly decorated house, with a freshly adopted puppy and kitten, fresh bike rides, a super fresh baker, etc. And believing that this time everything will be fine, and I'll be Amélie Poulain. I'd put all my weirdness into practice, but in a cool and not at all creepy way. There might even be people who throw themselves at my feet to be my friends and tolerate my sort of poorly managed autism. Except they'll never do it without letting me know they're coming, of course, because otherwise, I won't open the door.

In short, I want to recreate myself. Sorry, to re-re-re-re(...)create myself.

You know, there's one thing that's been comforting me lately, it's the people in Instagram Reals making memes about the distress of being in your thirties. Apparently, I wouldn't be alone, and there might even be a way to turn it into something vaguely creative. It's the only warm core in this cold body that manages to warm up this icy heart a bit. I already see the title of my next book: "How to Have Fun with Depression, a Survival Guide for Thirty-Somethings." Argh.

#mentalhealth #thirties #happiness #createyourself #Amelie #comfort #enthusiasm

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

Eleven:(pressing “random article” on wikihow repeatedly) “How to deal with intrusive thoughts”!

Nicky:Oh, sick, we gotta read this one. I need to know, I have tons of those.

Rio:What’s an intrusive thought you have?

Eleven:Entering the line at the bank and thinking “should I kick this ATM?”

Rio:Entering a McDonalds and announcing a robbery?

Nicky:Mine are absurd, I’d see a policeman and consider trying to steal his gun. I’m not gonna do it! But I think about it.

Eleven:Nicky, “accept that you are having intrusive thoughts.”

Nicky:I have accepted it!

Rio:She has accepted it.

Eleven:”Write down your thoughts in a diary.”

Rio:Dear diary, I almost robbed a bank today.

Eleven:Imagine Nicky’s mom finding her diary and it says “today I saw a bunch of kids playing ball and I wanted to kick the ball into the street”.

Eleven:”Consider how your friends might react.”

Nicky:I dunno if you guys would be good impulse control.

Rio:We’re going to say “yes Nicky! Steal that officer’s gun!”?

Eleven:”Challenge yourself to turn this thought into a more positive or realistic thing.”

Nicky:”If I stole his gun, I’d become a cop myself!”

#incorrect quotes #eternal return incorrect quotes #black survival incorrect quotes #elevenblacksurvival #rioblacksurvival #nickyblacksurvival #adorable on air

[mirai-studies-languages]

Learning by doing: my approach to self-studying languages

Hi! I have a very short attention span, and I have never really been able to make it through a course or textbook without giving up straight away, so I have never really been able to learn languages in the traditional way. I also very easily get bored with learners material, so I mostly stick to native material to consume my target language. Here is how I do it at the beginner level! 

I usually start off with an app to learn the basics of the alphabet,  vocabulary and grammar. Most of the times, I use Duolingo. I rarely get past the first few units before I jump into native material. Still, this is a good jumping off point.

When I start with native material, I usually use YouTube videos (with subtitles in the target language), and focus on spoken language, because spoken language is less overwhelming, and involves less complex language and grammar. At this point, I find that books are far too dense and complex for me to handle. Others might enjoy the challenge. My current favourites for this are LingoPie (for French, Spanish, German, Italian and Russian) and Viki (for Korean, Japanese and Mandarin Chinese).

I learn the most important words and phrases as I go. I do NOT look up every word, unless I can understand at least 70% of the language. For this, I will try and write the words and phrases down, and memorise them. I might use a flashcard app too (Anki is my fave, but Quizlet and Memrise are good too). For languages like Japanese and Chinese that have lots of characters to memorise, I will use an app (wanikani and chineasy are my faves). I always make sure that I know how to pronounce and understand each word or phrase.

I will start texting native speakers in my target language on apps like Tandem and HelloTalk. I look up words as I go, and will ocasionally try speaking.

I start shadowing (i.e. repeat after native speakers, imitating the intonation and pronunciation). I use Easy Languages for this.

After a while, I start reading. I’ll usually start with wikihow articles, or fluentu articles in my target language. I’ll write down new words, test myself on them until I get them correct, and then put them into anki to review.

After a while, I’ll formally study some grammar. I’ll usually use a textbook for this. However, I don’t necessarily do it in a traditional way. I go through the entire textbook and make a cheat sheet which condenses all the information in it to a few pages. I’ll review it regularly, and do LOTS of writing practice. For irregular verbs, I’ll just use flashcards, and write them down repeatedly.

Then, I’ll get a speaking buddy (I usually find one on discord) and speak with them a few times a week.

After a while of doing all of this, I start reading fanfiction (usually translations of my faves). It’s difficult, but I try to read intensively (i.e. look up every word).

At this point, I start journaling, and posting on the website journaly.

I’ll listen to podcasts like innovative languages, coffee break languages and language transfer. These are usually good for learning about grammar.

I start intensively reading serious content once I feel like I’m at a confident B1 level. I would suggest using proper newspapers (like le monde for French or BBC for English) and try studying one article daily. After a while, you can start reading a YA book (try something you’ve never read before in any language). Study it chapter by chapter fairly intensively, and then reread it again and again until you understand the story. After you’re finished with a chapter, put the new vocabulary into an app and review fairly regularly.

At the B1 level, listen using two sources: intermediate podcasts and native material. Intermediate podcasts are usually labelled as such, and are IN the target language, but about various topics, like culture or history (innovative languages have some, for french there is inner french, piece of french, news in slow french and RFI:Savoirs, for Spanish there is dreaming Spanish and news in slow spanish, and for Korean there is Iyagi). For native material, continue watching youtube videos about topics that interest you, and consider watching both the news and films/TV shows.

At this point you should be able to construct gramatically correct (mostly - if you still have problems then go through a grammar course, or work through a textbook) and fairly complex texts. I would suggest now learning some essay phrases and writing an essay. You’ll be terrible at first, BELIEVE me, but the more you practice the better you get. You could also start trying to write fanfiction (tip: use full phrases you have found in other books or fanfiction).

Continue doing what you are doing (reading intensively and widely, speaking with your buddy, listening, writing essays and short stories) and I think that after a while you will be able to say you are conversational in another language.

Thanks for reading this post! I hope it was useful! (Also haha ig my break from langblr is over lol).

#studyblr #langblr #study tips #language learning #study advice #languages #studyspo #self study #french #russian

[idletransgenderfication]

don’t talk to me i’m psyching myself up to receive constructive criticism

#me to myself: your prof doesn't think you're cringe he really liked your essay and wants to help you improve your writing #me: it's literally his job to offer advice and help you make your writing better growth is what the review process is all about #also me: um no it's cringe it's all cringe i know it everyone knows it this is just the latest installment in my life of epic failure #me: i am filing this into my personal cringe compilation that haunts me while i try to fall asleep and there's nothing you can do #wikihow to shut off my rsd so i can accept constructive criticism without feeling an unbearably overwhelming sense of shame #ugh i'm just gonna have a conversation with myself where i act like my own therapist until i can get over this enough to function #wish me luck lol i'm being my own emotional support system tonight #bee babbles #vent

[solarmorrigan]

Apparently, when I said I would be interested in seeing more takes on Raleigh&Newt friendship, I meant that I was gonna write some. Inspired by this rad post by @kingeiszler and by @ffincher ‘s tags on it (I hope that’s okay?). By rights, they should be a little more unhinged, but I’m starting slow. Also, I have never pierced my own ears, but I read a wikiHow article on it before writing this, so I’m practically an expert (seriously, though, don’t listen to a word I say and probably get a professional to do this shit)

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“You sure this is sanitary?” Raleigh asked as he settled himself into Dr. Gottlieb’s desk chair, which Newt had assured him would suit their purposes just fine.

“Relax, we’re gonna stay on Hermann’s side,” Newt assured him, voice easily carrying across the room as he rummaged around in his own disaster of a workspace. “Definitely want to avoid contamination.”

“Right…” Raleigh glanced over the riot of papers on Dr. Gottlieb’s desk, the odd abandoned mug of tea, and the frankly baffling amount of chalk dust. “And to be clear, I’m the thing we want to avoid contaminating, right?”

Newt snorted. “I hate to break it to you, my guy, but you are not the most valuable thing in this room. Not by a long shot.”

Raleigh could only roll his eyes. “Well, at least I know you’ll keep from bleeding too much to keep your specimens safe.”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!”

It wasn’t particularly that Raleigh shied away from messes—never let it be said he was afraid to get his hands dirty—but he could still remember with acute clarity when Yancy had tried to pierce one of his own ears during high school, and the memory of the resulting infection was equally distinct. He wasn’t keen for a repeat in the flesh.

“And you have done this before, yeah?” Raleigh asked as Newt trundled over with a tray of supplies; he supposed the answer didn’t matter much either way, but it seemed like the sort of question you’d ask a person who was about to stick a needle in your skin.

“Dude, I studied marine life – I’ve tagged a shitton of fish,” Newt scoffed, as if that was in any way reassuring.

“That’s… fascinating, I’m sure, but definitely not the same thing at all,” Raleigh drawled. “Have you ever done it to a human being?”

“What? Tagged ‘em and released ‘em back into the wild?” Newt snickered, already leaning in with an alcohol wipe to clean Raleigh’s earlobes, rolling his eyes when Raleigh didn’t laugh along. “It’s fine, dude, I’ve done it to myself a bunch of times.”

“Really?” Raleigh glanced along Newt’s ears, searching for holes he’d never needed to notice before, but Newt moved away too quickly to get a good look.

“Yep. And I only got an infection the first time and that was only because I was a dumb sixteen-year-old still trying to figure himself out and I thought that not showering would make me one of the guys.” Newt grabbed a Sharpie off the tray and pulled the cap off. “Took one severely infected set of piercings and a very frank talk from my academic advisor to make me realize that basic personal hygiene is cool and sexy no matter what gender you are. Okay, look straight ahead.”

Newt’s fingers were warm and firm under Raleigh’s chin, enforcing his instructions as he turned a sudden and an almost disconcerting amount of focus onto Raleigh’s ears.

“You’re being a lot more thorough than I expected,” Raleigh commented as Newt brought the Sharpie up.

“Don’t move,” Newt ordered, realigning Raleigh’s jaw before he placed a careful dot on first one earlobe, then the other. “Anyway, I have to look at you after this, and if I have to look at you with asymmetrical piercings it’s gonna drive me up the fuckin’ wall. I think I picked that up from Hermann.”

“In the drift?” Raleigh asked, once Newt released him.

“Nah. I’ve known the guy for, like, a decade. Some transference of personal habits was unavoidable.” Newt shrugged, turning back to the tray. “But I think I managed to classically condition him into liking sour candy, so we’re even.”

Raleigh decided he didn’t want to know.

He watched as Newt pulled on a pair of gloves and stripped a needle from its packaging before picking up a lighter.

“Don’t you have actual equipment in here for sterilization?” Raleigh asked.

“Autoclave’s occupied. I wasn’t exactly expecting to pierce anyone’s ears today. Besides, if the lighter was good enough for me, it’s good enough for you. OH.” For a moment, as Newt shouted and nearly dropped the needle, Raleigh thought he’d burned himself, but the look dawning across his face was the one he usually got before they went trespassing on government property. “You should do me next!”

Raleigh blinked at Newt. “What.”

“Yeah, it’ll be like a bonding thing! Like, I’m not gonna try to beat you to death with a stick or anything, but we can still make each other bleed a little, it’s cool!” Newt turned wide, pleading eyes on Raleigh. “Come ooon!”

“Don’t you already have piercings?” Raleigh asked, this time reaching out to grab for the side of Newt’s head and examine his ears more carefully; Newt didn’t even flinch.

“Yeah, but I let most of them close up. I haven’t exactly been focused on maintaining my aesthetic in the last few years.” Raleigh threw a pointed look at the tattoos pouring out from under haphazardly shoved-up sleeves, and Newt shrugged. “Certain exceptions notwithstanding. C’mon, dude, it won’t even be hard!”

There were, indeed, numerous little indents lining the flesh of Newt’s ears, but most of them did appear older, shallow and closed-off. Finally, Raleigh released Newt with a shrug. “Yeah, alright. Why not?”

“Sweet!” Newt punched the air—with the hand clutching the lighter, at least, rather than the one with the needle—then turned his attention back to the task at hand. “Alright, let’s do this thing!”

For an anticlimactic moment of quiet, Newt and Raleigh both trained their eyes on the steady flame of the lighter as it was held to the needle.

“Yeah, earrings are fun, you’ll see,” Newt murmured, attention still largely on the needle. “Once they heal up enough you can swap the basic studs out for something cooler. Maybe you can rock whatever color Mako’s got in her hair and be all disgustingly in sync and matchy-matchy.”

The little smile on Newt’s face—all mirth and no malice—kept Raleigh from bristling, instead inviting him in on the joke.

“And you wouldn’t know anything about that,” Raleigh shot back dryly. “Picking things up from your drift partner.”

Pulling the needle away from the flame and waving it in the air like it was an old Polaroid picture, Newt snorted. “Okay, Hermann and I might be a little more in sync these days, but I don’t think we’re ever gonna match. I mean, c’mon,” Newt reached over to the tray for another alcohol wipe, “our styles are a little different.”

“Uh huh,” Raleigh hummed, gaze flashing down to Newt’s torso, “right. Then I just have to say, that’s a very punk cardigan you’re wearing today.”

Newt’s own eyes snapped down the mossy green cardigan he’d clearly forgotten he was wrapped up in, the corners of his mouth cutting down into the closest thing to a scowl he was capable of.

“Okay, shut up, this is not matching.” Newt jabbed the needle at Raleigh, who grinned. “The lab is cold, and I just happen to know where Hermann keeps his emergency sweaters.”

“Right,” Raleigh agreed through his smile; the fact that Newt often complained of running hot went unaddressed.

“Look, you want me to do your ears, or not?” Newt huffed.

“Oh, by all means,” Raleigh laughed, spreading his arms in invitation. “Bonding and bloodshed. I’m here for it.”

Newt rolled his eyes, muttering to himself as he ran the alcohol wipe over the needle, but there was a smile tugging at his mouth just the same.

He unwrapped the bar of PPDC-issue soap and positioned it behind Raleigh’s right earlobe, hands steady and gaze focused, then rested tip of the needle against Raleigh’s skin.

“Ready?” Newt asked.

“One thing.” Raleigh waited until Newt had drawn back enough to look him in the eye before he asked, “Are you imagining I’m a fish right now?”

Newt’s answering laugh was abrupt and honest. “Only a little bit. Now, breathe in, aaand–”

#raleigh becket #newt geiszler #pacific rim #a little newmann a little maleigh #glancing reference to trans!newt because he's good #I dunno if I should tag for any of that though since it's not prominent so I'm just gonna #solar wrote #and go

[emgene]

When You're Scared of the Dark

Requested

i feel like im making fun of people who are scared of the dark even though, i, myself, am kinda scared of the dark i struggled when writing this lol sorry

Warnings: not edited... i don't think i swore this time but correct me if I'm wrong

Jungwon -Finds your fear cute -Probably talks with you to find out why you're scared of the dark -Tries not to do anything to scare you like leave you in a dark room or something lmao idk -Also doesn't let you walk home alone when it's dark out (this is pretty normal for him anyway but yk)

Heeseung -Tease #1 -"What do you mean you're scared of the dark, you're not five" -He says that but i feel like he'll scramble out of the room if he was left alone in the dark -Lowkey takes care of you tho by making sure there's always a light on somewhere (?)

Jay -Tease #2 -A lowkey tease though -"You don't need me to walk you to the bathroom. It's 3 am, let me sleep, use your phone flashlight." -Will end up walking you to the bathroom but leaves as soon as you close the door -Tbh probably has a minor fear himself but acts tough when you're around

Jake -Honestly probably noticed before you had the chance to tell him -Wait no I can suddenly see him buying a bunch of nightlights for when you come over -Lets you choose "the nightlight of the night" bc he now has an array ranging from hello kitty plug-in to a bunny one you can carry around -Probably does a lil bit of research to see if he could help you in any way

Sunghoon -I don't think he cares? (doesn't mind, doesn't care, same thing) -Like it's just another fact about you for him -Idk why but I can see him sending you the "How to Not Be Afraid of the Dark" Wikihow out of the blue -Lmao anyway, he's generally just very accommodating and will do whatever makes you comfortable

Sunoo -You can't tell me he doesn't use this as a way to get cuddles -Turns off the lights and waits for you to come and seek comfort -"Come cuddle, I'll keep you safe" -Also becomes a nightlight collector but it's based on what he finds cute, not what you find cute

Ni-Ki -Tease #3 -I feel like, if he were to have led lights, he'd turn them on at night and let you choose the colour -Totally just turns out the lights without telling you just to see your reaction -Enjoys it when you cling onto him when you get scared... im sorry i don't make the rules

#emgene #enhypen #enhyphen #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen niki #enhypen ni ki #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions

[azucanela]

ack anon with the dress hcs here- tysvm for those!! my heart~ ok so another random idea i just needed to share but bakugou/deku/todoroki first frenchie kiss with their s.o. and neither of them have much experience 😖 lots of fluffy awkwardness y'know? idk. again go ahead and add on but don't stress yourself!

FRENCH KISSES WITH THEIR S/O [GN!HEADCANNONS]

[ft. bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, todoroki shouto]

SUMMARY: someone decides to bring of french kissing and as expected; its chaotic.

WORD COUNT: french kissing? nothing explicit, very mildly suggestive

WARNINGS: kissing, maybe second hand embarrassment but i doubt it, awkward situations

A/N: my search history is “how to french kiss now” which is the main reason i held off on doing this one ajkshdkjah also this is my first time writing for our boy deku so uhhhh be kind to me, also anon you are now dress anon also i tried something new because i couldn’t bring myself to write full scenarios also i can’t write for midoriya i TRIED BUT I THINK HIS IS BAD

BAKUGO KATSUKI

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

lol this is funny

THIS

this is peak comedy right here

hes gonna be so embarrassed but hes gonna try to act like hes completely unaffected by everything that is going on

i feel like he knows what french kissing is and has definitely thought about french kisses with you but he would never bring it up because it embarrassing for him

he might just randomly try it and place you in a complete state of shock, like y’all are just making out and— whoops would you look at that somehow you two are now french kissing! wonder how that happened... 

if you ask him he will flat out deny you the first time around because he is embarrassed, but keep trying!! after a few attempts he’s gonna claim to be annoyed but it’s actually because he wants to

“Hey Katuski, you know what we should do—”

Bakugou slams the textbook that laid on his lap shut, a sound reverberating through the library the two had gone two, which earned him a strict glare from the librarian seated at the front desk. His eyes narrowed as they look to Y/N, “if you say French kissing, I swear I will break up with you right now.”

Despite his harsh words, Y/N can see the pink blush that dusts his cheeks as they lean forward on their arm, tilting their head at him innocently as they reply, “actually, I was thinking we could go see a movie later.” Their words only worsen the blush on Bakugou’s cheeks, causing him to snap his head away in an attempt to salvage some of his reputation, “but that works too.” 

“Shut up you damn nerd.” The boy grumbles, brows furrowing as he leans back in his seat, looking away as he says, “if it’ll get you to stop asking then I guess we can try it.” Y/N is about to open their mouth to reply but Bakugou quickly adds, “only once though! Damn nerd...”

A grin finds its way onto Y/N’s face and they nod slowly, “great.”

“I hate you.”

honestly i feel like he would lowkey be bad at it the first time around and bakugou is the type of person where if he tries something and isn’t good at it immediately he either avoids this activity entirely or tirelessly works to improve his skill

luckily for you this happens to be a skill that bakugou wants to improve, alot because for some reason you wanted to try this and if he’s not good at it then whats the point

regardless the first time around is like a solid 6.75/10 sorry bakugou oops, you tried, but i feel like he’s already a really like aggressive and like harsh kisser so this is just gonna make things a mess

he can be soft sometimes tho i swear

i feel like he would get good at it after some ~practice~ but even then its a rare occurrence to french kiss with bakugou, its really intimate and he saves it for special occasions or when hes bored lol

IZUKU MIDORIYA

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

THIS ONE

OH YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THIS like apologize, apologize rn for the stress you are about to cause him

if you try to initiate a french kiss with izuku here, you NEED to tell him ahead of time or else things will go south very very fast. he’s going to panic because this is new and he does not understand what is happened oh my-

give him a heads up whenever you want to try something new, so when you pull this while kissing him he’s going to pull away like what a r e you d o i n g 

once you tell him he’s gonna be like let’s do this tomorrow, and then will spend the rest of the day RESEARCHING how to french kiss properly, like he’s on wikihow and everything this boy wants to treat you right and is going to make sure you enjoy it

which is when when y’all finally french kiss he is going to be good at it okay, he’ll learn every strategy possible and then he will be a PRO like you’re probably going to be shocked for a hot minute because wait when did he have the time to get good at this—

you’re definitely his first partner and he had no experience prior to you but he trained himself because going into any anything blind and without a plan places him in a state of distress

this was a PLANNED EVENT it was like a date except without all the date stuff just french kissing, like he texts you “hey lets try that thing you wanted to try...” all shy and stuff like he literally took five minutes to actually send the text, and you are trying to figure out what that thing is because deku do you mean like the coffee shop ?? what ??

you make him specify and he nearly dies but its fine its fine, when he finally gets his point across you’re like okay! cool!

overall its a pretty nice experience, i feel like he would be really gentle with you per usual but it was also probably really awkward like homeboy fr sat you down on the bed and just stared at you with bright red cheeks for like

a really hot minute

Y/N brow raised as they stared at Izuku, who’s eyes had pierced into their head since they’d sat down. Oddly enough, Y/N found his meticulous planning of this to just make the situation more awkward, it had done nothing to relieve the burning sensation in their cheeks. But Y/N had a feeling that only one of them could flustered about this or else everything would fall apart rather quickly. It had also been their idea in the first place so, there was that factor too.

“Are you alright, Izuku—”

“FINE. I—I’m fine, I mean.” He cleared his throat as he sat across from them, his cheeks a bright red color as Y/N tilted their head at his antics.

A small laugh escaped them, “If you don’t want to do this Izuku, we don’t have to.” He’d always been easily flustered, so Y/N couldn’t say his reaction came as a shock, but he’d agreed to it nonetheless just yesterday.

This seemed to bring the boy back to reality as he shook his head, “no... I want to.” He straightened in his seat, looking away from Y/N as he tried to collect himself.

A grin spread across Y/N’s face as they leaned closer to Izuku, “fantastic.” Their words only served to fluster Izuku further, though Y/N could feel their cheeks warming as well. 

“Right.”

french kissing will not be a regular occurrence, izuku feels embarrassed whenever it happens, he gets shy, all around a very rare thing for him that will only occur if you initiate it, but PLEASE let him know ahead of time, he needs to mentally prepare himself

he enjoys it though 

hehe

TODOROKI SHOUTO

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

why am i laughing rn

okay but like shouto probably discovers it online entirely by accident or like hears kaminari talking about it and decides he should educate himself because hes fluent in french and knows alot about the culture of france because of all the tutors his father hired so why doesn’t he know what this elusive french kissing his? 

shouto is also fluent in kissing he honestly just really enjoys kissing you, he doesn’t know why but its probably because hes touch starved and just likes intimacy like that but he never really knew how much he liked physical touch until he actually experience it [in a positive way] and also you are SOFT :D

regardless shouto is the one who brings it up and honestly you are gonna be shocked because how did this clueless bb find out about that??? sir??? who is teaching you these things?

“You want to do what?” 

Y/N couldn’t help the shock that flooded them as they stared at their boyfriend, Shouto Todoroki, who sat with his legs crossed before them on the bed as he replied, “French kissing.” The boy in question repeated, tilting his head at them as he watched her reaction.

Y/N shook their head in an attempt to clear their thoughts as they looked back up at him, meeting his eyes, “who taught you about that?” In the past, Y/N had been forced to explain... certain subjects to Shouto because of things he’d overheard in conversations or seen online. Sometimes it was entirely innocent and other times, well it wasn’t. This time around, it seemed Shouto had took it upon himself to learn, rather than asking Y/N. 

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Come his response, brows furrowing at her question, “however, if its not something you’re interested in then—”

“I didn’t say that!” And Y/N couldn’t help how their cheeks warmed at how quickly they cut him off, hands coming to their face in embarrassment.

the internet and unintentionally kaminari, or maybe intentionally 

he doesn’t do any research in fact, he might not even bring it up, next time he sees you in a private space, he’s just gonna start kissing you and you’re probably gonna be like aight bet thats chill this is normal

UNTIL he just grabs your thigh and in the shock your mouth gapes open and SHOUTO STRIKES

honestly i feel like he would be ridiculously good at french kissing for no reason, i don’t know why, i have no explanation, he’s just good at it 

its a talent

of all the boys he is the least embarrassed he has no shame, its just natural curiosity right? whatever happens happens. it is literally so annoying how UNFAZED HE IS

probably really liked it because hes a touchy kinda guy, so this will become a more frequent thing when you two are in private, he just enjoys it 

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[rhysismydaddy]

A High Stakes Game (Rowaelin)

This is me forcing myself to write something besides ACOTAR. (It’s still SJM but leave me alone). Lemme just preface this by saying I don’t know jack about poker, so everything in here is either from Wikihow or pulled out of my ass. 

IK I said this was coming out yesterday, but I have a good excuse: I was reading From Blood and Ash (8.9/10 recommend... ending is super obvious but still so good)

I DIDN’T EDIT THIS AND I’M NOT SORRY (maybe a lil)

Masterlist

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Aelin Galathynius, professional criminal and longtime plotter of idiotic, amazing schemes that threatened the sanity of her closest friends, sat down at the poker table and smiled. 

“Ready to lose some more money, Whitehorn?”

The man across from her scowled, making her smile grow. Irritating him was perhaps the only feeling better than kicking his ass at cards.

“It was only pocket change, don’t get cocky.” He tilted his head and smirked. “Plus, it sure as hell won’t be happening again. I think I’ve finally figured you out, Galathynius.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, trying to look unbothered. 

His version of “pocket change” was twenty grand. And if she won that much tonight, she’d finally have enough cash to pay back Arobyn and get the hell out of his reach. 

But that wasn’t what had her shaken. 

It was the fact that in all her time playing cards and hustling men who couldn’t look past her cleavage, she’d never faced an opponent like Rowan Whitehorn. He watched her every move, made a note of all her expressions, and generally caused her to have to work ten times harder.

He was a pain in her ass, basically. 

Had been ever since he’d shown up a month ago, looking like a dangerous, sexy villain in a gangster movie. Aelin would admit that at first, his looks had distracted her. 

Until he swiped two thousand dollars worth of chips away from her. 

Bastard.

Now that she knew better, she didn’t let the silver hair, piercing green eyes, or alluring ink of his tattoo distract her. She treated him like a real adversary, was cautious with her chips, and never, ever let him get under her skin. 

So when he said he had her figured out... she didn’t exactly doubt him. And considering she’d had to pull out every single tip and trick she’d ever learned to beat him last Friday, he probably wouldn’t fall for any one of them again tonight. 

Even if he was having a beautifully hard time focusing for once. His bright eyes kept darting over to her, sweeping over her bare shoulders, deep V of her dress, and bright red lipstick.

He always looked, but unlike the other men sitting around the table, he never said a word about it. 

Interesting. 

“Concentrate, Rowan,” she chided with a grin, leaning back to take a peak at her cards. “I’d hate for this to be too easy.”

Two aces, two kings, one five. Not bad, but it could be beat. She needed another ace or king to even be in the running. 

“You’re so annoying,” Rowan growled back, sharp face not revealing a thing as he looked down at his cards. “Two thousand.”

Aelin called, keeping her face blank and uninterested. She’d brought ten grand with her tonight, and if this went poorly, it’d take her at least two more weeks to win it back. 

“I’ll take one,” she told the dealer, sliding the five over. 

The other players at the table--a three-hundred pound Russian named Vlad and a shifty, skinny guy that never said a word--made their plays. 

“Two for me,” Rowan said, leaning back and sipping from his drink. 

Aelin’s mind turned with possibilities, going through the list of cards they’d already seen tonight. Her bet was that he was shooting for a flush and needed two cards of hearts to pull it off. 

The trick to counting cards, ladies, gentlemen, and criminals, is discretion. She’d never been caught and banned from any of the games in town because she never walked away with more than thirty grand. Small wins to some of the whales, but she didn’t want too much attention on her. 

She peaked at the card she’d gotten and forced herself to look disappointed as she saw the ace. 

Full house. 

“I’ll raise to three,” she said, sliding a small pile of chips into the center.

Fat Putin called, Slender Man dropped out. 

Rowan’s eyes narrowed as the bet came around to him. “Let’s go four.”

Aelin’s stomach dropped out. That was a nine grand bet on a single hand, and hers wasn’t even that great. If she bet and lost, she’d only have a thousand bucks for tonight. But if she didn’t, she’d lose the five grand she’d put down. 

Another reason she was a winner at the table: she trusted her gut. 

“I’ll call.”

The Russian gruffed something she couldn’t understand and dropped out. It was just her and Whitehorn now. 

He looked down at his cards, then studied her face in a way that made her grit her teeth. Aelin propped an elbow on the table and narrowed her eyes, and he smiled, tattoo gleaming in the light. 

His eyes swept across her face, then lower. Usually, when someone at the game looked at her like that, she made it a point to take their entire nest. But for some reason, she just returned the favor. 

As was the last three times she’d played against him, he was wearing an expensively cut, jet black suit, which made the ink of his tattoo pop and his hair look like ice. His lips were in that permanent scowl of his, even though there was no anger in his eyes. 

It really was a shame someone so handsome was so damn infuriating. 

“I’ll raise to ten,” he said, shooting a meaningful glance at her nest. He wanted her to go all in on a full house? Before the flop?

She heard herself respond before her brain caught up. “Call.”

Jesus, A. Calm down. 

Since they were the only two players at the table, the dealer nodded and flipped three cards up. Aelin felt like she might throw up as she saw that nothing in there would help her. 

“Check,” she said, passing the bet to Rowan. 

He gave her a smile that probably looked innocent to anyone else. “Fifteen.”

“You know I don’t have it,” she lied, following her number one rule to never withdraw any more than she had planned. 

Rowan shrugged, leaning forward to brace both arms against the table. “Bet something other than money, then.”

Alarm bells, and a strange amount of intrigue, started flaring in her head. 

“Like what?” she asked, coating her voice in confidence. 

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette, taking his time lighting it. After exhaling a thick fog of smoke, he looked her over and smirked. “One night with you.”

Every head in the place turned their way. 

Up till now, this hadn’t been that interesting of a game. 

Even though she could hardly breathe, Aelin said, “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” He laughed softly. “You win, you finally have enough to pay Arobyn Hammel back. You lose, you come upstairs.”

Her brain couldn’t make sense of what he’d just said. He knew about Arobyn? Her debt? 

“How do you-”

“I told you I figured you out.”

Oh, fuck. This was bad. 

Or maybe not.

She couldn’t decide. 

He was really going to trade sex for a poker game?

It wasn’t like she wasn’t ridiculously attracted to him. She definitely was. And she knew she probably would’ve slept with him if they’d met outside a hotel casino. But this felt... different than just having sex with him. 

On the other hand, she could be done. Her hand was good, and depending on the next card flipped, it could get better. If another ace turned up, she’d have four of a kind. 

And she’d be done. Debts paid, nothing holding her here. It was risky, but too tempting to shoot down.

“Deal.”

Rowan smiled, shaking his head softly, and gestured to the dealer who ignored how illegal this transaction was and reached to turn the last card over. 

An ace.

Holy hell.

Aelin smiled and flipped her cards over. “Four of a kind.”

Which could only be beat by a straight flush or a-

“Royal flush.” 

A gasp went through the crowd that had gathered around them as he flipped his hand over, and Aelin honestly thought she might pass out. 

He’d won. 

She forced herself to roll her eyes and smile. “Congratulations.”

On the bright side, you didn’t lose ten grand. 

Just some of your dignity. 

At the leering stares of every man in the room, she amended her thought. 

Okay, all your dignity. 

Rowan snuffed his cigarette out and stood, the group of people looking between him and Aelin with unabashed curiosity on their faces. 

Even though he’d won, his face didn’t hold a single emotion as he walked over to her side of the table and extended a hand. “Let’s go.”

She bit her lip, trying to think what her odds would be of making a break for the door. She’d never be able to get through the crowd, though, let alone outrun him in all his long-legged glory.

So she grabbed his hand and let him pull her through the shocked, laughing, gaping group of people towards the elevator. 

Once inside, she stood silent, not knowing exactly what to say. 

He led her down a hallway and into a hotel room, then turned to her. 

And stared.

She just stared back. 

She was about to tell him that if he honestly expected her to sleep with him over a poker game that he go fuck himself when he shocked the hell out of her. 

“Want to watch a movie?”

“Um, what?”

“We’re watching a movie.” He flopped down on the bed and grabbed the remote. “Sit down, Aelin.”

She stood standing. Rowan just sighed, kicked off his shoes, and messed with the remote. 

When an actual movie--a very manly war movie, mind you--started playing, she realized he was serious and sat next to him on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

Her mind couldn’t stop reeling, though.

He’d been ready to give her fifteen grand for a night with her, and he didn’t even expect to collect if he won? 

She eyed him curiously. He looked relaxed, harsh face not scowling for once. The light from the movie made his hair almost glow in the dark, and even though people were shooting and yelling and dying, he looked happy. 

Aelin slid down a bit, continuing to stare at him until he turned to look at her, too. 

Green eyes, soft lips, sharp jawline. 

“You really don’t expect me to sleep with you?”

“I mean, you’re probably going to fall asleep at some point...” he joked, but shook his head and sighed. “No, Aelin. Despite what you apparently think, I prefer women who actually want to have sex with me.”

Her mind and body were reeling with questions and answers. Why had he bet that, then? Was this some seduction technique she’d never heard of; acting like you didn’t want sex when you did?

Hell if it wasn’t working.

She bit her lip, unable to not smile at the annoyed look on his face. “I never said I don’t want to, stupid.”

A spark shot through his eyes, and there was a soft smile on his face as he ran a calloused thumb across her cheek. “That was a really good deal for you, then,” he mused with a chuckle.

“You’re such a bast-”

He closed the distance between them, lips still smiling as they met hers. After three weeks of wondering what he’d taste like, Aelin finally had her answer. 

She didn’t quite know how to describe it other than addictive as hell. 

She slid her tongue in his mouth, and his hands moved down her waist to pull her on top of him. 

“I can’t believe you put up fifteen grand to get me up here,” she murmured, sliding her hands into his hair. 

“I knew I couldn’t lose.” Rowan smiled. “And I really, really wanted to see your face when you lost. You considered running, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, leaning down to kiss him again. 

His hands found the zipper on the back of her dress, and she pulled it over her head unceremoniously. 

His eyes looked like emeralds as he took in everything about her in that serious, methodical way of his. “You’re beautiful.”

Her hands were on his chest, struggling with the buttons of his shirt. “I’m trying to see if you are, too, but your shirt’s putting up a fight.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, pushing away her hands and making quick work of the fabric. 

Smooth muscle, tinted with the lines of ink that ran down his neck, chest, and toned waist. “I like your tattoo.”

He shifted underneath her to lie down fully, then gripped her thighs and pulled her up his chest. “Sit on it, then.” (AN: I LITERALLY SPEWED WRITING THIS)

Aelin laughed but sure as hell didn’t fight as he lifted her up, settling on his tan shoulders. 

And she sure as hell didn’t argue as he tugged her underwear to the side. 

With his teeth. 

He pressed a kiss to her skin, and she grabbed the headboard to keep herself still. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her in a circle, and his tongue ran up her core. 

She looked down, saw his tattoo half-obscured by her thigh, and almost came at the sight alone. One of her hands drifted to run through his hair, stark against the tan of her skin.

A moan escaped her, and he smiled against her skin. 

His mouth kept moving under her, and soon even his hands on her hips couldn’t keep her still. She pressed a hand over her mouth to keep quiet, mindful they probably had neighbors. 

But when his teeth grazed her, tongue diving deep, she let out a long groan as release found her. 

His eyes peeked up at her, and she could tell he was quite happy with himself. 

“Oh, shut up,” she muttered.

Laughter bubbled out of him against her thigh, then he gripped her waist, lifted her, and fucking threw her on the end of the bed. Before she could react, he was braced over her, their mouths fused together. 

Aelin could taste herself on his lips, and it messed with her mind in the best way. Her hands found their way between them to undo his belt and button, then she finally had him in her hands.

Rowan braced himself on his elbows, a serious, very concentrated look on his face as she stroked him and kissed his neck, right over that damned tattoo.

She ran her thumb over the tip, and he jerked involuntarily. Then growled at her and knocked her hands to the side.

His hips pressed into her, and Aelin’s back arched as he pushed into her with a muffled grunt.

Hell, even the sounds this man made turned her on.

Settled against her, he paused to give her a few moments, and she stared at the ceiling, mind and body adjusting to the full feeling coursing through her.

A hand gripped her chin, and her eyes met his. She nodded. 

He started to move, and that, coupled with the piercing eye contact, was almost too much for her. But she still wanted more.

He was still gripping her chin; Aelin took his wrist and moved it to her throat. 

“Fuck, Aelin,” he murmured, picking up the pace. His hand contracted lightly and all the blood rushed through her like lightening. 

She moaned, and his lips came down to hers to mask the sound. 

It was hopeless, though, because her body was reacting to Rowan’s like it had never with anyone else. His tongue was in her mouth as he swirled his hips, and she whimpered onto his mouth. 

She only got louder as things progressed, especially as he moved his mouth to her ear, nibbling on it and pulling it with his teeth. One hand still at her neck, he used the other to lift her hip, going deeper. 

Aelin opened her eyes, thrilled to see the strain on his face and know he was just as affected by this. 

He sucked on her neck, and she moaned his name. 

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered in between kisses, and she smiled. 

Then saw stars as he squeezed her throat again. 

Her body went rigid and loose at the same time as she climaxed, contracting around Rowan and yanking him over the edge with her. He kept slowly moving, both of them riding out the high. 

Then he stilled and lowered himself down, his weight pressing her down, their skin melded together. 

“Holy shit,” she breathed, hands coming to play with his hair as he rested his head on her chest. 

He made a happy, contented sound deep in his throat, and her heart almost exploded in her chest. Big baby. 

Aelin wrapped her legs and arms around him, cocooning him with her body. 

Even though she hadn’t won any money tonight and would have to work for a few weeks to pay off her debts, she wasn’t even worried about it. 

In fact, there weren’t any thoughts in her head except of the man on top of her.

And one burning question. 

She pulled his hair, forcing him to meet her eyes, and asked, “So, was it worth fifteen grand?”

He gave her that rare, genuine smile that made her breath halter. Then came to kiss her again and mutter, “I don’t know. I might need another go to tell for sure.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, all too happy to oblige him. 

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