#as someone who has dyed their black hair to platinum blonde.

[cymk8]

her hair so CRISPY

(commission!)

#bg3 #bg3 fanart #shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #love how i threw her in a lake one fanart ago and now she's sufferin the consequences #as someone who has dyed their black hair to platinum blonde. #YOU SHOULD NEVER LIFT YOUR HAIR THAT MUCH IN ONE NIGHT I AM BEGGING YOU #she can do it bc hot girl shit #but doing this irl???? will snap your hair in half #anyway #the commissioner said shadowheart and i went feral. blacked out. let selune take me

[skyloftian-nutcase]

TotK DLC idea!

The screen is black. You don’t hear anything for a long time. Then, faintly, in the distance, you can hear it.

Link. Link. Open your eyes.

While the line echoes familiarity, the voice does not.

Or. Well. It does. Because while it isn’t Zelda, it’s a familiar man’s voice speaking gently, so gently you almost don’t recognize it because there’s no way he ever spoke like this in the main game.

But he is now. And instead of a golden light being the first image you see before the screen shows Link awakening… you see gloom floating in the air. The image cuts to a Hylian waking up who… doesn’t look like Link from TotK?? He’s different, still small in stature, with slightly tanner skin, platinum light blonde hair, and red eyes. But… something’s wrong with his forehead. There’s a weird line on it.

This new character you apparently are gonna be playing in the DLC blearily blinks his eyes open, clearly groggy and too weak to really move. But then that line on his forehead moves a hair, it splits apart, and you realize it’s a freaking eye, red and yellow and it’s like the ones on gloom hands and oh gosh what the hell is it doing on his forehead—

Link realizes something is off and his eyes blow wide, his hands reach for his forehead and he screams in agony and terror, only for someone to scoop him into a hug to soothe him.

And suddenly you realize why that voice was eerily familiar.

It’s Ganondorf. He resurrected you from the era of the Imprisoning War. You, who have a history with him and his family. You, who he wants to protect, who he views as his kid, who he calls a prince and says he’ll keep you safe by controlling your body with his dark magic if he has to.

Welcome to Tears of the Kingdom: Hero’s Shadow.

You have to play a long gone Hero who was resurrected. Ganondorf, who is still recovering his strength in preparation for killing the current Hero, tasks you with finding your betrothed, his daughter, as well as his wife. They’re buried somewhere in the Depths like you were. He wants you to find their burial sites so he can use his secret stone to resurrect them like he did you, and control them as well. Which is doubly bad when you realize his wife was the original Sage of Lightning. He gives you free reign to wander once you go through a tutorial (he tests you to see if you’ve recovered enough strength), because he knows you love wandering and collecting things. Your own personal objective, however, is trying to help Hyrule from the Depths, to break free from Ganondorf’s control, because Link would rather set himself on fire than let Ganondorf resurrect and control the love of his life and his mother-in-law. Your best hope is to find shards of the shattered Master Sword to try and stab the eye on Dark Link’s forehead and break the control Ganondorf has on you. Until you can, though, the monsters are your allies, you can teleport across the Depths by manifesting out of the gloom created by gloom hands (just like what Phantom Ganon does), and the world below is your oyster. If you get too close to sword shards when gloom hands are nearby, Ganondorf can see your attempt and immediately takes control of your body, and no matter what button you press Link just walks back to Ganondorf’s location and stays there until you get a chance to try again.

You start with three hearts, all empty looking like when gloom hurts you, and if you get injured they just shatter. Whenever they all shatter, you respawn at Ganondorf’s location because his gloom hands came and rescued you from dying. The only way you can get more hearts is by collecting poes and offering them to the statues in the Depths. You can communicate with the spirits of soldiers, who may give you combat tips or info about the area. If you gain enough of Ganondorf’s trust, he’ll let you command monsters, and he might even let you wander the Surface (under his supervision) during a blood moon.

You learn of Link’s and Ganondorf’s history through discovering ancient relics/texts that trigger memories. This connection between you and Ganondorf stems back to time before the war, well over ten thousand years ago. Link was engaged to Ganondorf’s daughter, but during the Imprisoning War the family fought against the demon king. Ganondorf did love his family, but he loved power more. Link sacrificed himself, letting himself get mortally wounded to save Rauru from a killing blow. Gan held him as he died, and it allowed Link to both beg him to stop and stab him in the heart with a light shard. The shard didn’t kill him, but it was what Rauru connected with when he hit him in the chest, allowing him to seal Ganondorf away. Ganondorf still wants the world, but his love for his family is still present, though now twisted, so he thinks he can control Link and everyone else with his dark magic in order to keep them safe and in line. Once the threat of the current Hero is eliminated, the world will be his, and his family will be safe. As such, he treats you, Link, the player, like a stubborn child, reeling you in, but does so in a horrific way, torturing Link by controlling him.

You have to break free of this and stop him, and the only hope you have is the distant call of a sword spirit…

#tears of the kingdom #totk #I think it would be pretty neat to play someone who is “allies” with the bad guy #but you still have the objective of stopping evil #But you have to manipulate Ganondorf and work around his watch #So you get to play double agent #And possibly see a more complex Ganondorf #Like the dude is still being evil; he’s using his love for Link as an excuse to control him #He does care about him but he’s expressing it in the worst way #and he wants to do the same to his wife and daughter #So still a bad guy but a far more interesting one #One day you’re on the Surface with him and you see the Light Dragon and you’re not sure who it is #Because Link died before Zelda ate the secret stone #But Link can kind of guess #And Ganondorf almost noticed her so Link has to hug him or say something to get his attention #You have to manipulate Gan as best you can #idk how it would end #Like once you break free what do you do #But the idea tickled my mind so I wanted to write it down #Yes I’m just playing with my Imprisoning War blorbos #no I don’t care #legend of zelda #skye time travels through the queue #hero of shadow

[slasher-male-wife]

Bleach: David TLB x GN! reader

This is a little something I've been working on. I want to try and write more regularly but I've been pretty busy trying to balance everything in my life. But I found the time to write this for y'all so I hope that y'all enjoy it.

Content included: Brief mention of smoking, shorter, around 850 words

“I can’t believe that you’ve been doing this for as long as you have been.” You say draping an old, raggedy, heavily bleach stained towel over David’s shoulders. He chuckles and takes a drag of his cigarette. “I swear you’re so high maintenance sometimes.” You say in a teasing tone, picking up your rubber gloves and snapping them on. David blows out the smoke and crushes out his cigarette on a rock nearby. 

“Well at least now I have someone competent to help me. Apparently it takes three vampires to decently bleach my hair.” He says in a sarcastic tone. David has that iconic bleach blonde look. He already has that naturally blonde hair but he likes his to be platinum, so you have to use a volume 15 bleach to get it at the perfect tone. He has a system he’s described to you. Every six weeks he cuts his hair and bleaches it with volume 15 bleach for 18 minutes on the dot. Now that used to take an entire day with the three other goobers running around here, but now it’s just you and him in the cave. 

“When did you even start to do this? I thought hair bleach was only invented in like 1920 or something.” You say, picking up the bowl of bleach as you start to mix it with the brush. 

“It was invented in 1950, I was there when it first hit the shelves. But before that I just used hydrogen peroxide, which wasn’t as effective as this stuff is now. I remember this one actress from the 30’s who was a bottle blonde, I think she coined the term 'platinum blonde’. Too bad I can’t remember her name.” He says, tilting his head back and looking over at you. 

You roll your eyes and turn his head back forwards as you pick up some of the bleach on the brush and you start to apply it to his head, first the back then towards the front, the same every time. 

“Well I’ll have to go find out who she is so I know who gave you the idea to start doing your hair like this.” You say as you start to apply the bleach to his roots, you’d use hair foils if you had enough time to go buy them at the beauty supply store, but of course Paul got impatient while waiting for you to buy the bleach itself. “How do you feel about Billy Idol stealing your look? Or did you steal his?” You ask in a joking tone, turning his head slightly to apply the bleach on the sides of his head. David chuckles too before he replies. 

“I’ve been bleaching my hair since before his great grandparents were born. But I did take up the mullet after him.” He says, smiling to himself as you finish up on his left side and you move over to the right side. “How’s it looking?” He asks. You pick up a hand held mirror for a moment before you remember vampires can’t see themselves in mirrors and you laugh.

“It’s looking good so far. You’re lucky you don’t have super thick hair or you’d be here all night.” You say, picking up more bleach before you apply it to his hair. You’ve got the amount you use down to an exact measurement. By the time you’re done with his hair there’s barely bleach if any left in the bowl. 

“Where’d you even get these skills? I don’t think you’ve told me the stories behind it yet.” He says, looking back at you again before you turn his head straight again and you go back to bleaching his hair. 

“I’ve been dying hair since I was 12. Being a weirdo and being friends with weirdos does that to a person.” You say, focusing your attention now on the top of his hair, picking up more bleach on the brush before you start applying it to his hair. “I quickly learned to wear gloves after staining my hands blue while dying my friend's hair black. I’ve also learned that purple fades the fastest and red lasts forever. I also have a color wheel I bought at a garage sale when I was 15 just so I remember that for when I’m dying hair.” 

David chuckles and taps his fingers on his thigh. “Well I’m glad your hair dying skills haven’t gone to waste just yet.” He smiles to himself before he speaks again. “You could go to a cosmetology school. I mean you could make money off of dying people's hair.” You laugh and shake your head. 

“I don’t think that cosmetology schools are ever really open at night.” You say, scraping up the last bits of bleach from the bowl and finishing off the top of his hair. You pick up a small timer and you set it for 18 minutes. “Besides, I’d much rather get my money pickpocketing people like the rest of y’all do.” You say in a bit of a joking tone as David chuckles with you. 

#david tlb #david x reader #david the lost boys #david tlb x reader

[valeriele3]

Because of this fic I just read (Please read it, it’s so good)

It made me wonder on who will be the most optimal option to bring outside if any of the Genshin characters were to get isekai’d into our world

This will be in terms of appearance ofc (So this is like a “Who looks the most normal that they’re allowed outside”)

We can immediately cross out any of the colorful haired characters and the ones with ears and tails (Unless they can somehow hide the ears and tails then someone like Gorou will pass)

Men

Lyney

Freminet

Xiao (He looks normal ig. He just looks like a person with dark hair with a few green dyed parts)

Gaming (Same case as Xiao)

Kaveh

Mika

Aether

Wanderer (He can be at the maybe? Section too but like ehhhh idk..He has dark blue hair that can sometimes look like black sooo maybe he passes??? Or yk people will just think he dyed his hair. So, pass ig)

Albedo

Childe/Tartaglia

Zhongli

Kazuha (He has platinum blonde hair right??)

Venti (Just a guy with dyed hair ahahahha)

Thoma

Questionable/Maybe?

Wriosthesley (He looks normal but like..Maybe he can be this random middle aged dude but still looks handsome af)

Alhaitham (Same case as Wriosthesley..Kinda)

Cyno (Maybe he can pass as someone with albinism?? And he’d also attract too much attention)

Razor (Same case as Cyno)

Bennett

Women (+ kids)

Chiori

Navia

Lumine

Kirara

Dehya

Yaoyao

Yelan

Xiangling (Kinda same case as Wanderer)

Xinyan

Fischl

Barbara

Hu Tao

Jean

Yoimiya

Amber

Klee

Beidou

Lisa

Maybe??

Yun Jin

Ningguang (Same case as Cyno)

Sayu (Apparently her hair is green?? Although it doesn’t really look green)

Shenhe (She’d attract too much attention though)

Noelle

Xianyun (Not sure abt her bc her fingers aren’t a humans. It’s talons)

#☆〜valerie's rambles #genshin impact #genshin #genshin sagau #genshin isekai

[thesoulesscollection]

Even More Choc Hcs #3

Hey. Me again with some more Choc content cause I can't help myself. 

Here's some prior posts about my dear boy if you've missed out on them. 

First Post. 

Second Post. 

Tw/Tags: Health Issues, Eating Disorders, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Bad Coping Mechanisms, Implied Self Harm

The sentiment that reminds me most of Choc is this one;

Similar to the sun; from afar he's a giving source of warmth and comfort but upon someone getting close and personal, one is sure to be burned in his wake. 

His role in the clan is kinda all over the place. Currently he prefers to take it slow, now he merely observes his surroundings. Always has an eye on everything. 

But people usually refer to him as the clan's jester. Knows how to pick up any sour mood and lift it. His jokes are mostly light hearted but truthfully speaking, he can dig his knife in deep. The jokes can range vastly. It can be personal and or on the edge of insulting. 

Cross dresses both in private and in public. The second is often done for assignments that needed him to be undercover. Clothing of any kind has no gender for him. It started up in his mid to late thirties and was explored in the following years after.

^ Similar with makeup it is only ever done for job purposes. Tends to do more down to earth looks and only done it for his undercover work. But he does have a natural knack for it. 

Struggles with his weight and has an awful relationship with food that as he gets up there in age, he's unable to keep weight on for a long time and so it fluctuates noticeably. Nowadays is very skinny, whereas he used to be more packed up with muscle 

^ Can't handle most if not all sorts of food without getting sick as a result so he often goes without eating for long periods of time. Though he snacks in smaller amounts or eats mostly candy to quench the hunger 

A lot of people underestimate him for his gangly appearance, cheerfully goofy personality, and clumsy nature. People who are simply around him, either friends or not, have to make sure he doesn't get hurt. 

^ Since he's skinny, people just tend to easily move him out of harm's way when he isn't paying attention. He's almost a walking disaster set to happen and everyone knows that. 

Natural blond and wavy hair, it's near platinum with streaks of white but he's dyed it brown since he was both old enough to do it himself or have his sister help him. Done out of pettiness. Continues to dye it but now has either Matilda Ivy or Earrings help.  

Has a full set of false golden teeth due to a very serious injury that then led to an equally bad health issue he won't disclose what happened. It gives off an uncanny aura.  

^ Got long, thin scars that go across his cheeks then up his cheekbones to his ears. It is related to the first issue up above. 

On the topic of scars, he has plenty of them all across his body. Partly due to his clumsiness but also there's some that are self-inflicted. He does tend to bandage up really well so no one will see 

^ To better describe the major scars: there's two long slashes on his back that are a bit below his shoulders to half way down, one on the small of his back, and another two, smaller on the top of his head that's hidden by his hair.

^ There's of course, minor scars as well that litter across the man's body, like the slashes stretched across his arms, thighs, etc. 

Went through a lot of partners. Like a comedic amount of them that he can no longer count on his fingers or try to remember them all. All the way from his youth to now, the majority of them had either having ended not so amicably or in tragedy 

From the tips of his fingers up to his elbow and the same goes from his toes up to his knees are colored a deep midnight, nearly black. Above the elbows/knees, are where his veins are painted gold. Its origins are likely from the use of rarely known magic. 

Can mimic the voices of other people to perfection. Also with mannerisms, and facial expressions. All done with uncanny ease.  

Choc's Relationships:

Cherry Kinsley: Daughter. He's very overprotective, nearly like a helicopter parent over his only child to the point it can be suffocating to her. 

Honey Kinsley: Sister. A complicated relationship, a rivalry where they were pitted against each other throughout their life. But they don't despise each other. Kinda codependent 

Truffles Kinsley: Mother. Often she was emotionally negligent and distant with her child, more with her first born child and son, Choc. Nonexistent sort of relationship. 

Ronald Kinsley: Father. Cold, curt relationship. Again nonexistent like the one he has with his mother. But here it's more obvious there's no love to be had between them. Verbally harsh, cruel even towards his two children, mostly to his son. 

Candy Kinsley: Grandmother. Was the one to basically raise his sister and him. Very strict, traditional in her child rearing and was also, financially, mentally and verbally controlling. Put a lot of pressure on both of them to be perfect.  

Canon Character(s):

Sir Wilford IV: Had a mentor/mentee relationship with the past leader. Choc looked up to the older man, not only a role model but also a parental figure he never had. 

Reginald Copperbottom: They have a complicated dynamic as the chief is on edge around the candymaker. He views Choc as two-faced and more than what other people see him as. No trust is to be had here between them. 

Right Hand Man: They respect each other quite well. Work well together whenever on a raid or not. Despite everything, Choc's laid back, cheerful and goody attitude, manages to make the deputy laugh 

Carol Cross: Another close friend of his. They simply like to hang out when they have the free time to just chatter away and gossip. More so Carol talks and Choc listens. 

Mr. Macbeth: Close friend, had been since their young adulthood starting up during their active years in their growing roles as Toppat members. 

Toppat Clan: His family has been with the clan since his grandmother's arrival, many decades ago. He feels the strong need to stay despite his overall complicated feelings over the clan and how it's run. 

^ Only his daughter and him are the last remaining Kinsley family who'd stayed around in the clan. 

#Asks Are Always Appreciated #Ask Away #Thsc Oc #Choc Kinsley #Toppat Oc #The Kinsley Family #Thsc Choc Kinsley #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Toppat Clan #Thsc #Thsc Au #Honey Kinsley #Reginald Copperbottom #Sir Wilford IV #Right Hand Man #Carol Cross #Mr Macbeth #Henry Stickmin Oc

[mrs-bluemarine]

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(B*gtop Burger S/i)

Let's goo first masc s/i!! I tried I really did to make Ghost use fem pronouns but it didn't feel right. Cesare is just too gay.

I don't trust myself to draw them and picrews wouldn't do him justice so just bare with me.

AGE: ? ? ?

PRONOUNS: HE/THEY

ADJECTIVES: TIRED & CHAOTIC

OCCUPATION: I've been debating making them an actual criminal who runs scams online or someone who sells Zomburg merchandise outside of his van for outrageous prices. Either way he's making bank

LIKES: Nu-metal & other sub genres, rock, sushi, slasher flicks, coffee, unironically enjoys Ghost and Nickelback as well

DISLIKES: Not much, they're pretty chill, except country music

LOVE LANGUAGE: Calling people "Dude" (unless asked not to)

BIGGEST INSPOS: Our king Matthew Lillard circa 1990-2000 and maybe also Jesse Pikmin for his tboy swag

Working for Zomburger, Ghost's outfits are a bash of punk and gaudy/gothic makeup. Like their name suggests, he really likes dressing up ghostly while he's on the clock. The rest of the crew at Zomburger didn't know he and Cesare were dating until they outright said so, and just assumed Ghost was a new coworker that had major tension with their boss. He gets along well with the rest, and likes to go to the gym with Conrad. He follows Zomburger around in his van, where he and Cesare also "sleep" (sleep in Ghost's case, Cesare just likes to lay around). Surprisingly, he doesn't smell too bad, and Ghost likes how cold he is, makes for a good sleeping buddy in the summer.

Outside of work he keeps his bulky ass boots and cargo pants with whatever band shirt he can find or a crop top. Their hair is short and platinum blond, and he styles it in spikes that are dyed black at the tips. And he has snake bite piercings hehe. And BLACK LIPSTICK.

Dare I add on.... top scars..... And they're the over the top kind that look super badass, because everything is a statement with Ghost.

When they first met they always pronounced Cesare's name as "Caesar". Based on true experiences. I'm a fool. He only stopped after someone else said his name correctly.

They both met after Ghost came out of a rave, it was love at first sight. Ghost thought Cesare was wearing mad cool makeup at the time, but after figuring out he was actually undead, he was cool with that too.

Their first kiss was at a Slipknot concert.

Ghost neither stops nor enables Cesare and Zomburger's shenanigans against Bigtop. Instead he does whatever he thinks is the funniest.

#si x fo #selfship community #safeshipping #villain f/o #⚰️ / bury all your secrets in my skin

[snowmantita]

"My lord Hades is majestic, I am honored to serve him." —Radamanthys to Hades.

Radamanthys, one of the judges of the Underworld, he was Hades' personal assistant. He is currently Persefone's personal assistant

Name: Radamanthys.

Kanji: ラダマンティス.

Romanji: Radamantisu.

Aliases:

Indomitable Judge.

Evil representative

Species: 

Demigod.

Human (Formerly)

Age: 4000+.

Gender: Male.

Pantheon: Greek pantheon.

Origin: Unknown.

Status: Alive.

Affiliation:

Gods.

Hades.

Persephone.

Relatives:

Sarpedon (Older brother).

Minos (Younger brother).

FIRST APPEARANCE

Manga Debut: -.

Anime Debut: -.

PORTRAYAL

Voice Actor:

Atsushi Kisaichi (Japanese voice).

Ian Sinclair (English voice).

Roberto Encinas (Spanish voice).

Irwin Daayán (American latin voice).

Appearance:

Radamantis is a slender man of medium height, has platinum blond hair that he wears tousled, Radamanthys has a scar on his left cheek and wears a particular uniform consisting of a white shirt, black pants and shoes and a leather jacket. He wears silver glasses.

Personality:

Radamantis has a quiet and carefree personality but at the same time a bit of a joker, he proves to be someone extremely loyal to both Hades and Persephone. After the death of Hades, he totally changed to be someone thunderous and destructive, he even broke a pillar while laughing furiously at the victory of the human Qin Shi Huang.

ABILITIES

Physical abilities:

Godly Strength: After being revived as a demigod thanks to Hades, he acquired a caliber of strength like that of his lord. Normally he cannot show strong emotions because if he does, he cannot control his strength and destroys everything around him. After the defeat of Hades, Radamantis destroys a pillar.

Godly speed & reflexes: Radamantis is far faster than any ordinary human.

Mental abilities:

Expert analyst: Radamantis always correctly evaluates and deduces the tactics of Ragnarok participants.

Fighting abilities:

Expert fighter: Rhadamanthys is not a fighting deity but possesses vast knowledge of how to attack as well as to defend himself, he was one of those who helped Zeus during the Gigantomachy.

Supernatural abilities:

Semi-immortality: Being revived by Hades, Radamantis possesses an eternal body and is incapable of dying of old age. He shows no signs of old age, despite being over 4000 years old.

Divine physiology: As a demigod, Radamantis possesses physical abilities far greater than any ordinary Human. His body can not be harmed by mortal weapons, however he can still be harmed by unarmed attacks from individuals with superhuman strength and Divine Weapons.

Techniques:

Elysion (Paradise) (エリシオン Erishion): Rhadamanthys uses his sword to make some kind of cut in any part of the opponent's body, passing an essence that makes the affected person allude to what he most desires and thus be able to attack him without him realizing it.

Equipment:

Paradise Sword: Rhadamanthys’ personal weapon, it is a traditional medieval sword of gray color with black ornaments, its edge is so much that with only passing the finger it can cut.

Quotes:

(To Hades) “My lord Hades is majestic, I am honored to serve him”

(To Persephone) "Miss Persephone, don't cry, Mr. Hades would not like to see you like this."

(Before Hades is banished to Niflhel) “Lord Hades! Don't give up, I know you can still beat that damn human! Get up!”

Trivia:

The techniques used by Rhadamanthys took their name from Greek mythologies.

It was said that the gods rested in the Elysian Fields, in these meadows free of sin, evil and earthly desires. In mythology, the territory of Rhadamanthys was the Tartaros.

#rhadamanthys shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie oc #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok oc #record of ragnarok #original character #rhadamanthys oc #rhadamanthys #fake screenshot #own character #fan character #anime style #illustration #my art

[stepfrdfive]

I'm a Stepford Cuckoo. We're Three-In-One. I am never alone. 

► general information

FULL NAME & ALIAS: celeste, esme, irma, phoebe & sophie frost / stepford cuckoos CURRENT TEAM(S): hellfire trading company AGE: 20′s GENDER IDENTITY: cisgendered female SEXUALITY:  once possibly varied / perhaps now the same NATIONALITY:  american ETHNICITY: white MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: earth-616

► appearance

FACE CLAIM: skyler samuels SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: identical faces HAIR COLOR: platinum blonde EYE COLOR: blue ACCENT: american CURRENT COSTUME: the black & white robes

► background

CURRENT HOME: krakoa PAST OCCUPATION: students / phoenix hosts CURRENT OCCUPATION: white queens of the hellfire trading company SNAP STATUS: survived in different reality

► relations

SIBLING(S): each other PARTNER(S): quentin quire ( phoebe ) / nathan summers ( esme ) CHILDREN: none BEST FRIEND: each other ADVERSARY: none

► headcanons & fun facts

they are 5′6″

genuinely enjoy being clones and their tight sisterhood

don’t need anyone but each other and mock someone if they start dating

went from the five-in-one to the three-in-one and back to five

phoebe, celeste and irma ( mindee ) were the three who lived

some of the first to be resurrected despite the clone rule

they used to want to be individuals and would dye their hair

they’ve now embraced their singularity and all wear white robes with one in black. the one in black is the one in charge every day and they rotate.

they fake dated cable to monitor him, but esme actually developed feelings

recently they’ve become the white queens of the hellfire trading company

their mother believes they will overthrow her one day. they might.

unlike emma, their diamond form is flawless

► personalities

as partially seen on their wiki. also includes typical body language.

SOPHIE: Sophie was initially the dominant personality among her sisters. She and her sisters have mentioned that Sophie always had a desire to be a hero. Her actions certainly appear the most noble. Sophie was one of the five who died.

“The Powerhouse”

STANCE: hands behind back.

PHOEBE: Phoebe has demonstrated some aggressive behavior, especially when the Phoenix came to possess the Stepford sisters. Phoebe desired to embrace the Phoenix and all its destructive power. Phoebe often acted as the de facto leader after the death of Sophie. 

“The Short Fuse” 

STANCE: arms crossed over chest.

IRMA ( MINDEE ): Irma/Mindee enjoys playing piano. First to want more individuality. She once dyed her hair black.

“The Moderate”

STANCE: hands clasped in front.

CELESTE: Celeste was initially the most timid and affectionate of the Cuckoos. When the Phoenix came to possess the Stepford sisters, Celeste was reluctant to use the power.  According to her sisters, Celeste has began to think she's "better" than them. Celeste has urged her sisters to watch something a bit more self-improving than Glee.

“The Perfectionist”

STANCE: hands on hips.

ESME: Esme was the most conniving and cunning of her sisters. To gain control over her sisters, Esme began using Kick. She covertly influenced Sophie into overdosing on Kick. Esme was one of the five who died.

“The Manipulator”

STANCE: arms by side

► wanted connections

quentin quire -- phoebe’s bf.

christian frost -- genetic uncle.

#mvmprompts #prompt

[mainsinter]

Omber highlights

#OMBER HIGHLIGHTS HOW TO#

#OMBER HIGHLIGHTS FULL#

As the natural Asian hair color is dark, opt for colors like blue, green, yellow and in case you want to keep it subtle try hair color ideas like dark blonde or medium browns. Not that she’s Asian, but I like the hair color combo of purple with black on Selena Gomez. Anyways, that’s Sarah’s choice, I’m just giving my opinion! Also, try balayage not just at the tips but also at some face-framing strands to get that wow look! Carrie Bradshaw Balayage on Asian Hair She looks stunning and sexy with curly hair rather than with straight hair. Kim Kardashian Balayage on Curly HairĪfter taking a look at Sarah Jessica Parker, I’m loving the trend of balayage technique on curly hair. Kim Kardashian rocks it perfectly with blonde balayage. While grunge and wavy hair have been in limelight these days, balayage does wonders on straight hair too.

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Also read about DIY Balayage: How to Do Balayage at Home.īalayage for Different Hair Types Balayage Straight Hair But if you’re feeling extra bold, try experimenting with neons and pinks. If you want a complete transformation, then this one is perfect for you! As the entire hair color is gonna be changed, so go for some natural tones.

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Kate Hudson Full Balayageįull balayage is a technique in which almost all the hair is dyed or colored (at least partially) leaving just a few strands. Cool hair color ideas for pastel balayage are lavender, corn, mint, sea green and pinkish brown. The latest pastel balayage involves getting a mix of 2-3 colors. Pastel shades look perfect on blonde hair, but work well on darker hair colors too. For a multicolor balayage, try pink with orange and purple! Julianne Hough Cara Delevingne 5. Go for rose gold, cranberry, valentine’s pink or light unicorn pink. There are so many shades to try in pink, and pink balayage looks perfect on copper, medium brown, blonde and even black hair. Hair color ideas for grey balayage would be black to grey ombre balayage or try blue-ish grey. Grey balayage is for someone who’s longing to get the platinum look but with a shade darker. Rihanna and Kylie Jenner really brought about the trend of grey hair color and ombre. Purple balayage looks great on both light and dark colored strands. I guess purple is Katy’s favorite color and so she keeps experimenting with it every now and then. She had both purple balayage and global purple hair color. The first name that comes to my mind when I think of purple balayage is Katy Perry. Instead of the full red balayage, subtle it down by having just the ends of the hair red and be perfectly ready for your next party! Selena Gomez 2. Red iPhone and matching hair color sounds interesting, right! 😉 The full red hair has been in trend for last few years and now it’s taken over by red balayage. But this year, we are also seeing balayage experimentations with fun bright colors and other shades. Of course, balayage is typically done with a hair color one or two shades lighter then the natural hair color, giving a sun-kissed natural look. Plenty of options to choose from! Latest Color Trends for Balayage Not liking the natural hair color ideas? Then you can colors like neon, pink, green – in short – mermaid and unicorn hair color. Who says balayage doesn’t work well on black hair? Hair color ideas for jet black include rose gold, light brown, cinnamon and auburn. Get more ideas here: 35 Celeb-Inspired Highlights for Brown Hair Chocolate copper and cherry brown are good hair color ideas for dark brown balayage. They suit almost all shades of dark hair. If you’re not bold enough to try the pop hair colors then go for colors like walnut brown, auburn blonde and caramel. Some hair color ideas for brwon hair include chestnut, honey ginger, golden strawberry and sandy blonde. This type of hair color works well with center-parted hair. Olivia Palmero looks amazing with blonde balayage on light brown hair. Balayage on Light Brown Hairīalayage is such a technique that looks best on any hair color and any length. Also read our article about 21 chic ideas for Blonde Hair with Lowlights. Good hair color ideas for blonde balayage are honey blonde, blonde caramel and platinum. Check out Behati Bal rocking this technique with more color towards the end of the hair, or ombre balayage. Celebs love trying this trend and blonde balayage hair is their current favorite. Blonde Balayageīalayage is a hair coloring technique in which the hair is dyed with hands, without the use of foils and brush, to get a more natural look. Balayage Ideas for Different Hair Colors 1. So make sure to keep this list handy when you go for your next hair color appointment. And what’s out? Ice blonde and tiger hair color are not so trendy. So, the latest shades include golden blonde, warm copper, contrasting roots, caramel highlights, sombre and ombré. New year is around the corner and we want you to stay ahead of the curve by knowing the latest hair color ideas so that you don’t miss on any trend.

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#apple1stwin???😭😭 amor proving that she's the funniest and cutest person once again!! i am just sososo curious about what their hair will look like this comeback i need information immediately gonna have to apply for a position at hybe😐 for some reason i wouldn't mind hyuka not changing his hair even thoigh platinum blond was literally my favorite hair on him🤨 i can't explain it for some reason it doesn't feel that long ago since he dyed it (maybe i am starting to get attached to his black hair<3) but with taehyun and soobin..... light hair drought💔 i knew about tlc but i've never heard the word vernacular🧍🏻‍♀️so we both learnt something new today😎🫶🏻 now hold up . what do you mean somebody yelled at you😾 why would she yell at you that is so mean!!!!!!!!!! what kind of cruel person could manage to do that :( i am shocked.... flabbergasted........ disrespectfully, i hope she stubs her toe👺 anyways i hope you don't let that get to you!! i'm holding my fingers crossed that you'll get used to it soon and then you'll get your well-deserved employee of the century title😌 the way that all of your cats have the cutest names ever🙁☹️😿😭 i mean the world to you??? you ARE my world beffie😔❤️‍🔥💗 thank you for the rec😭😭 YES i did see forever 1!!!!!! i can't believe the kpop legends came back this promotion period has been so much fun i love them so much although it makes me sad to think about how it will probably take another few years until we see them again after it ends🥹</3 I'M the one who's thankful!!!! talking to you makes me so indescribably happy i'm so very glad you exist and that i got to find out about you☹️🫂💘🫶🏻💗 and since we're already on the topic of happiness: THOSE LINKS!!!! i love how tyun is always humoring gyu and joining him when he's in his energetic mood<3 plus that whole popping star performance is just so . i adore it so much they all seem so genuinely happy in it and i don't even wanna start on how adorable they all are😐 here is the first and the second video i found that had me in shambles because they're both just sooo cute :( also here is a song rec for you too!! i can't even tell you how much i hate recommending music because i overthink it too much but i really wanted to give you one back so i hope you'll like it if you don't know it already🫂🫂

this is us hehe ♡(っ*’ᵕ’)’ᵕ’*c)♡ but pleaseee that’s all u !!! you’re the funniest and the sweetest 😖😣 that’s so funny bc the other day i was watching a talk x today and thought about how it must be nice working there even if ur just a janitor or u work in the cafeteria bc im sure the pay is good or at least it’s clean haha but anyway hehe i wonder if anyone of them will do something DRASTIC like randomly long hair or super short idk soobin’s hair has been pretty short these few cbs idk but ah we’ll see im excited but im also thinking ‘haha i can wait,,, if it means the boys get rest and stuff’ 😵‍💫 and ahh yeah she was very upset with me and becoming a bit hostile but it’s fine ~ every now and again we all come across someone a bit mean or rude 😋 apple my hero 😿💞 at least you’d stick up for me, talk about a real oneeeee ☝️☝️ omg not the employee of the century title 😭 that could never be meee haha i get so anxious bc im scared of making mistakes and being a burden and needing/asking for help ugh it’s just gonna take time for me to get used to it UGH 😔im talking soooooooo much about myself is there anything new with u ☹️☹️ please do tell 😿 or if u don’t want to that’s okay too hehe awww my cats say thank u 💞 waiitttjtjgj YOU are MY universe 🥺💓💓oh god yea these forever 1 promotions are going to be our scraps for the next few years but im still thankful they even dropped an album 🥺 i haven’t listened to all the songs yet im a fraud 💔 HEY BUT NEW TWICE CB!!!!! IM EXCITED!!!! are u ? 🙀 i’m so happy you are here and you exist and we talk and it has made my days all the better 🥹🫂💟❤️ you’re the best and don’t ever forget it!!!! i love how much energy beomgyu has like honestly if we could convert his energy and love to power or something it could power up a car or rocket and take us to the moon he’s so dear ❤️‍🔥 and txt so cute… especially in that vid but i feel biased since it’s my fav song hehe OMG YOUR LINKS !!!1!1!1!!:$/ oh my … god… that is so cute that is so them too 💔💔💔🫂 soobin so big hehe and yeonjun so cute and so… cute 😖 and AHHH THE PENGUIN’S MIMICKING is so cute it became tiny huening!!! 🥹 these videos made my day, my week, MY LIFE 🗣 and the song are u kidding me ?! i freaking love it!!!!! wake up babe new hyper fixation just dropped 🙀 im so thankful u gave me this rec 🥺 especially so since u recommended it ~ pls i love anything u give 💞 thank you always ☹️ ive been so busy with school and work ugh sorry im getting so bad again i just have this strange mentality where i have to do clear my schedule and things out of the way in order to respond to those i love it makes no sense and causes me issues 😣😿 but i digress….. hehe….. i hope you’re well and happy and safe and healthy always 🫶‼️ here’s a video i think you’ll enjoy hehe it’s so cute + this tiktok bc why not hehe anyway I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH !!! 💓 + ps thank u so muchjfjrjfjsj for the yeonjuniez ☹️

#ask >3< #[❤️⭐️]—aquí te amo

[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

#spnquotebingo #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural au #gotham au #batman #red hood #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #enemies and lovers #marraige #alternative universe #super-unnatural #joker #harley quinn #villian!reader #daughter!reader #clown princess #crowned queen of crime #crowned king of chaos #hero x villain

[subbykboys]

the bad boy’s secret | chanyeol

↳ pairing : badboy!chanyeol x reader

Genre ➞ bad boy AU, fwb AU, college AU, smut

Warnings ➞ sub!chanyeol, dom!reader, bondage, oral (m. & f. receiving), edging, unprotected sex, riding, mild dirty talk, mild degrading, creampie, face riding, cum eating [ sorry not sorry ], reader is in denial , overuse of the word please

Word Count ➞ 8.2k

chanyeol is a bad boy with a nasty reputation. he’s sexy, mysterious, and entirely untouchable. well... to most people, that is. to you, on the other hand-- he’s something else entirely.

posted ; 6.04.20

there was an angry chill in the air. it bit at your face and hands as you strode to the campus lot where your car was parked. all around you, brightly colored leaves fell to the earth as strong gusts of wind broke them free of the branches they so weakly clung to. they blanketed the ground in shades of vibrant reds, tempting oranges, and dull, blotchy browns. 

it was actually really beautiful. you'd always been a fan of the cool undertones of fall. especially the reds. ugh, red was such a gorgeous color. practically everything you owned was red, or some varying shade of it. it was just so sexy and dangerous and— 

"(y/n)!" you were snapped from your inner thoughts by a barking voice. 

quickly, you averted your eyes from the ground and onto the face of the girl walking beside you. her name is Mina, you're pretty sure. you grimaced at her irritated expression, realizing you must have zoned out again. getting lost in your thoughts at inappropriate times was a pretty frequent occurrence for you. 

"huh?" 

she scoffed in disbelief, eyes narrowing, "where's your head at? i've been talking for a solid five minutes and i'm pretty sure you stopped listening six minutes ago."

you chuckled, scratching the back of your neck as an apologetic smile touched your lips, "sorry. i was just thinking about the leaves." 

"you're so weird." 

you didn't know why she felt comfortable saying that to you. you weren't even friends. at least, not by your standards. maybe acquaintances. maybe. 

and that was only because you happened to have the same afternoon photography class and just so happened to sit next to each other. you supposed in her pea sized brain that was enough to qualify for a friendship. but you had standards. and she was god damn rude. 

regardless, you didn't have the energy or patience to start any sort of altercation. so you shrug, head bobbing lazily in agreement. 

"i know."

that seemed to satisfy her as any remaining glimmer of annoyance was swept off her features with one last eye roll and replaced by a light grin, "whatever. hey, there's this party at my boyfriend's frat house tonight and you should totally come." 

"no thanks." was your swift, concise rejection. but of course, that was not enough to satisfy her. 

"what? why not?" her tone demanded an explanation that you really didn't feel like giving. 

sighing heavily, you kicked a pebble across the sidewalks. "parties aren't my thing." 

that was maybe half the truth. you actually did like parties. just not frat boy parties. they were like beacons for girls with low self esteem and insecure rich boys with superiority complexes. they were loud as fuck and made your head ache. not to mention they reeked. apparently, a lot of guys didn't learn in high school how to put on deodorant. your preference stood with more low key parties, with a more controlled number of attendees and some chill drinking. maybe getting a little baked if you were in that vibe. 

"you can be such a buzzkill," she groaned loudly, head rolling back as she stomped her foot childishly. you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

"i know." 

"do you ever just let yourself have a good time? like ever? we're in the prime of our lives for god’s sake!" and there she goes again with the 'prime of our lives' bullshit. please. maybe this was the best life would ever be for her, but you had other plans. 

"i have to finish an essay for my business class." no you didn't. 

"but it's friday! you have all weekend to finish it!" why was she trying to argue with you? you'd already said no, so why was she still trying to convince you. spoiler, you weren't about to change your mind anytime soon. 

"i prefer not to put work off until the very last minute." also a lie. 

"(y/n)," she whined, "come on, i personally think it would be pretty healthy for you not to spend another friday night pent up in that little apartment of yours—" 

all at once she was cut off by the distinct roaring of an engine. both your gazes shifted towards the road ahead of you, watching as a flashy red motorcycle came tearing down the street. an excited gasp exploded from your–barely–acquaintance's mouth while a low groan escaped yours. 

fantastic. just what you needed. your daily dose of—

"Yeolie!"

you winced as she squealed his name, waving energetically. you silent prayed he'd just keep going. but of course, he didn't. his bike came to a gradual halt in front of the sidewalk you stood on. it purred as he planted his feet securely on the cement. 

now this next part you could almost see happening in slow motion. 

he reached up with his leather glove clad hands, pulling off his sleek black helmet to reveal a pair of thick, pink lips, a sharp, defined nose, charcoal black eyes, and a head of silver locks. you could practically feel Mina swooning as he swung his head to the side, effectively flipping his hair like some kind of wannabe fetus Justin Bieber. it took less than a moment for those dark eyes to fall on the pair of you, and a slow smirk to crawl across his face. 

Mina immediately rushed up to him (all too energetically for someone who already has a boyfriend, mind you), squeaking out sweet greetings as her touchy hands found purchase on the sleeve of his leather jacket. 

what was up with him and the leather anyway? it was only on shockingly rare occasions that you witnessed him donning something other than his signature black leather outfit, decorated with silver zippers and complimented by a thick chain around his neck and a single silver earring. how much cheesier could he get? 

you'd think after high school, people would be over the whole 'bad boys are so hot' thing. 

apparently not. 

because at your uni, Park Chanyeol was hot shit. every girl and every guy wanted to get their hands on him in one way or another. he was dangerous, sexy, mysterious, hard to get. he rode a blood red motorcycle and smoked blunts behind the main building for god's sake. 

he was the definition of a cliche. but it seemed you were the only person that could see through his whole charade. 

"(y/n), don't be rude! come say hi to Yeolie!" Mina suddenly whipped around, waving you over. 

this bitch— 

the corner of your lip twitched in a subtle sneer, but, ever the pacifist, you obliged, slowly moving to stand at her side. his irritating smirk widened upon your approach, tongue swinging over the corner of his lip as his eyes dropped to do a brief once over. 

"Chanyeol," you grunted with a less than enthusiastic tone. 

"(y/n)," was his swift reply, voice as deep and smooth as ever, "wonderful seeing you again. you look as happy-go-lucky as ever." 

the sarcasm was palpable. 

"yeah well, it seems i just can't contain myself with you around," you bit back with just as much satire, lips curling dryly. 

"i'm flattered," he all but cooed, head tilting downward as his teeth latched onto his bottom lip. 

he stared boldly into your eyes, and you stared right back with just as much fire. 

"um... do you guys, like... know each other?" 

"no."

"yes."

you both responded simultaneously.

confusion plastered itself across her face, eyes jumping back and forth from your face to his. a taunting smile tugged at the corners of his lips, "we actually went to the same high school, isn't that right, (y/n)?" 

you huffed in annoyance, shoulders slumping, "yeah. we did." 

"and you never told me this because…?" 

because you weren't close in the least and you hadn't even told her when your birthday was let alone about your high school life. 

"didn't seem like important information." 

she gaped at you in disbelief, "anything regarding my Yeolie is important information!" 

was she trying to stroke his already colossal ego? if his head got any bigger, it might just explode.

Chanyeol’s grin broadened at her statement, and you silently groaned, knowing exactly what was coming before he even opened his mouth, "yeah, (y/n). anything regarding me is important information. so why didn't you tell her? trying to keep me all for yourself? how greedy of you." 

"please." you scoffed.

Mina glared at you sharply before plastering an innocent smile across her face and twirling a strand of her platinum blonde dyed hair. "ignore her, Yeolie. i was actually wondering if i'd be seeing you at Jake's party tonight?" 

"wasn't planning on it," he admitted, and Mina pouted, lips puckering, over dramatically whining in protest. suddenly, his eyes shifted to you, that stupid smirk touching his features,  "but maybe if a certain buzzkill was attending... i'd be more tempted to make an appearance." 

buzzkill? oh, you. 

"i'm not—"

"of course (y/n)'s coming! wouldn't be a party without her!" Mina rushed to cut you off, throwing an arm over your shoulder and yanking you into her side with a grip tight enough to bruise. you looked at her like she was crazy, brows furrowed, eyes wide, lip raised in a disgusted sneer. but her hold was enough to squeeze the air out of your lungs and steal away your ability to refute. 

Chanyeol’s brows jumped in surprise, an amused grin spreading across his face, "really?"

"wait, no—"

"yes! i was surprised when she agreed, too! but guess she's finally breaking out of her shell!" you were going to kick her ass if she kept cutting you off. 

"well isn't that great to hear." there was a mischievous flicker in his dark eyes, a look you knew all too well. 

"so... you'll come?" she asked hopefully.

"sure." you were annoyed at how easily he agreed. he was still smirking smugly as he began pulling his helmet back down over his head. shooting you a wink and a two fingered wave, he spoke again, "see ya tonight." 

with that final word, he was speeding off down the road, tires kicking up dust and pebbles as they spun. 

as soon as Mina's grip loosened from around you, you were ten feet away, swiftly walking in the direction of your car. "(y/n)! wait!" she cried out, running after you in her five inch heels. you didn't slow down in the least. 

"i'm not going, Mina," you said sternly, not even bothering to look back at her. 

"b–but i told Chanyeol—" 

"no." 

"please?"

"not. happening." 

⋄⋆⋄

you ended up going. 

not because you wanted to, of course. but because Mina decided it was necessary to show up at your apartment and quite literally drag you out. she was surprisingly strong for such a small person, and fiercely persistent. she'd even gone the extra mile of forcefully applying makeup to your eyelids and lips. that's not to say you didn't put up one hell of a fight. but conflict was never your strong suite, and you eventually ended up going pliant under her ministrations. 

unsurprisingly, it was just as you expected it to be. loud. stinky. and filled to the brim with horny bastards looking for a quick fuck. you'd been there for all of ten minutes and you'd already gotten your ass grabbed six times. slimy assholes think it's acceptable to touch someone without permission. all the more reason you didn't want to stick around for long. 

not to mention, Mina had ditched you the minute you walked in the door to suck faces with her fuckboy boyfriend. since then you'd been gravitating from room to room, searching for the best place to sit without being squished by a horny couple practically dry humping against you. 

luckily, you found your solace upstairs in an empty bedroom. the music was muffled the moment you shut the door, the stuffy air that smelled of sweat and marijuana also clearing out. finally, you could breathe. 

you spotted a candle and lighter on the bedside table, and quickly moved to light it. the dull, soothing glow that filled the room, splashing light across the walls made the headache that had begun to swell at your temples ease up. exhaling softly, you fell back onto the neatly made bed, body relaxing into the soft duvet. 

but of course, your moment of tranquility was short lasting. 

because before you could so much as shut your eyes, the door was opening, and a painfully familiar voice was purring, "there you are~ i've been looking all over for you, (y/n), you sly girl." 

"fucking hell," you growled under your breath, propping yourself up on your elbows to face him properly, "what do you want, Chanyeol?" 

he gently nudged the door shut behind him, before walking over to where you lay. "isn't it obvious?" he murmured, leaning forward to press his hands against the mattress on either side of your ankles. 

"spell it out for me." 

he chuckled softly, knees meeting the bedding as he began to crawl upwards, until his face was hovering over yours. even you couldn't deny how beautiful he looked up close, with those big, dark eyes, boyishly grinning lips, smooth, tan skin... 

"i," he began, nose nudging against your cheek, "want," his lips feathered over yours, "you." 

a dark chuckle rolled off your tongue as you met his hooded, lustful gaze. "you we're so greedy last time... and still... you couldn't get enough," you replied smoothly, voice deepening as your desire for him grew. 

"what can i say? i'm insatiable." 

you scoffed, the corners of your lips curling as you lifted your head slightly, leaving only the tiniest of spaces between your mouth, "i don't think you deserve it." your whisper caressed his lips all too temptingly. A chill rolled down his spine, eyes fluttering as he felt himself falter briefly. 

"maybe i don't... but i can earn it..." 

now that caught your interest. 

a smirk touched your features, "and how might you do that?" 

he bit his lip, trying his best to subdue a grin, "by doing whatever you ask of me." 

"you willing to take that risk? after that little stunt earlier? i might just decide not to go easy on you." your voice was taunting, but the challenge and threat were very real. 

"i can handle anything you give me." 

you raised a brow, amused by his naive confidence. then, in the blink of an eye, you had him underneath you, pinning his wrists to the mattress above his head. the action had been so sudden that he could only gasp in shock when his back collided with the bed. you stared down at him with dark eyes, the tip of your tongue sliding over the corner of your mouth. 

"you sure about that, big boy?" 

he inhaled deeply when your head lowered to the curve of his throat, lips just barely grazing over that sensitive spot. "most definitely." he let out breathlessly, eyes fluttering as he tilted his chin back, offering himself to you. something dark alighted in your eyes, a sinister gleam in your smirk as thoughts of how you could absolutely ruin him flooded your mind. 

"you're going to regret saying that." 

you didn’t offer him the opportunity to respond before your lips crashed down on his. he let out a muffled sound of surprise at the sudden action, but quickly relaxed beneath you, returning the kiss eagerly. 

see? you much preferred Chanyeol when he wasn’t running that big mouth of his. he was always so much more fun when he was choking on desperate moans and trembling uncontrollably under your touch. 

truth about the infamous Park Chanyeol? he was a bitch. 

in fact... he was your bitch. 

it started back in high school. when you were the chill girl who wasn't too well known by anyone outside of your friend group, and when he was the untouchable bad boy that everyone drooled over. 

to keep it to the point, you'd both attended a mutual friend's party your senior year, got wasted, and hooked up. 

but, it wasn't what you'd expected it to be. no, because you'd expect Chanyeol to be the kind of guy to pin a girl (or guy) down and dominate the fuck out of them. but the moment your voice took on an authoritative pitch, he was putty in your hands, whining and moaning and begging... it stirred something to life inside of you that you had no idea was there. 

and it was good. really good. so good, in fact, he came running back to you within the next week practically begging for more. and shit, you gave it to him. he was one of the first guys you'd dominated like that. it was empowering, controlling a guy as big as Chanyeol was. it was an addictive sensation. 

but you'd made it very clear from the beginning that it was going to be nothing more than sex. it wasn't romantic, you weren't friends, and you had no intention of getting to know him on a deeper level than his body. though, he seemed suspiciously intent on worming his way into your life one way or another. the boy was relentless. luckily, you were equally as stubborn. a match made in hell, aren’t you? what a spectacle. 

you drew away from the kiss at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your lips, a low whine following soon after. you scoffed softly at the sight of his pouting face, “so needy.” 

“you can only blame yourself.” he shot back easily, eyes already hooded and darkened with lust. excitement glimmered within them as you reached down between your bodies, fingers slowly undoing his belt. 

“is that right?” you murmured, not breaking eye contact for a single moment, a lazy smirk resting on your face. he swallowed, trembling pupils jumping noncommittally from your intense stare down to where you were making easy work of his belt buckle. 

“i— yes.” you don’t think he knew what he was saying yes to, his mind already becoming a muddled mess from the promise of what the night had in store for the two of you. his rationality had a nasty habit of hopping out the window whenever you got him in this position. 

“what are you hoping happens tonight, Chanyeol?” you asked softly, slowly pulling his belt from the first loop of his jeans. 

he swallowed thickly, head beginning to swing back and forth is slow swoops. “i– i don’t—” his voice broke off with a strangled whine as you allowed your fingertips to caress ever so gently over the ever growing tent in his pants. 

you raised a brow into a questioning arch, stifling a smirk of amusement at his already flustered state. “it’s a simple question.” 

his cheeks pinkened. “i just… want you.” it almost came out more as a question than a statement, words shy and hesitant. 

“want me to what?” you pressed. 

“to… to kiss me.” his gaze fell onto your lips, his own parting. 

“kiss you?” you repeated, tone on the verge of taunting. “asking for a lot there, aren’t you, sweetheart?” 

you were teasing him, but he didn’t seem to mind, blinking slowly as he dragged his tongue over the pink swell of his thick lower lip. “want you to touch me…” his voice lowered an octave, deep, lustful eyes looking up at you intensely. 

“where?” 

“everywhere.” he replied without missing a beat. “anywhere. just— just want your hands. or your mouth. i’ll take anything that you give me… but you already know that.” 

you really loved the sound of his voice when he got like this. it was softer than cotton and smoother than silk, rumbling so deep in his chest that you could almost mistake it for purring. it spilled off his lips like the thickest, sweetest honey, so lush and lovely, dripping with shameless desire. something about it was so soothing. and the sounds he made were even better, his guttural groans and melodic moans were nothing short of symphonies. and you were the conductor. 

chuckling, you smirked down at him. “you’re right. i do already know that.” he gasped as you suddenly yanked his belt completely free. “now be a good little bitch and grab onto the headboard.” 

he eagerly complied, capturing his lip between his teeth as he watched you bind his wrists above his head. his eyes slowly dragged over your face, drifting over the length of your neck, following the smooths swells of your chest beneath your black tank top. a low groan slid from his lips as you pressed your hips forward slightly, just barely grinding against his growing erection. his eyes snapped up at the sound of your soft laughter. 

“my eyes are up here, sweetheart.” you hummed, pulling his belt taught before looping it around one of the vertical wooden bars. 

“and beautiful eyes they are.” he grinned up at you in that boyishly charming way, shooting you a playful wink. you scoffed, hands drifting down to rest on his firm chest before one raised to grip his jaw, tilting his head upward. lowering your own head, you allowed your lips to caress teasingly over his. 

“maybe i should gag you, too. keep that pretty mouth in check,” you mused, dragging your thumb slowly over his full lips, “but unfortunately i think i enjoy the sound of your voice almost as much as you do. especially when you're moaning my name. god it’s so hot.” 

you almost growled as he took your finger into his mouth, moaning softly around it. you swooped down, swiftly replacing your finger with your lips. the kiss was deep, rough, and hungry. distracted by your weaponized tongue, he didn’t process that you were unbuttoning his jeans until they were being pushed down his thighs and your hand was gripping his arousal through his thin black boxers. 

“fuck, (y/n),” he groaned deeply into your mouth, arms gently tugging against their restraints. you dragged your lips away from his, face lowering so that you could suck your mark onto the expanse of his neck. he sighed blissfully, hot breath rushing over your ear as he subtly rolled his hips, body temperature rising steadily. you bit down on his collarbone, hands pushing up under his shirt to feel at his toned, well built torso. he was so hard, muscles rigid and protruding, so warm to the touch. 

it was rather amazing. a guy as big as Chanyeol, as strong and as confident, could easily get the upper hand over you if he wanted. he could flip you over and pin you down without so much as breaking a sweat. but he didn’t. he let you pin him down, tie him up, dominate him, mind and body. he allowed himself to submit to you, to be taken by you: slowly, quickly, roughly, gently, he didn’t care, but dammit he enjoyed every second of it. and if that didn’t give you a rush of power, then you don’t know what could. 

goosebumps rose across his honeyed skin as you pushed his shirt up to fully expose his tight body to your ravenous eyes, a chill rolling down his spine when you lowered your mouth to latch onto the smooth swell of his pectoral. he moaned quietly, back arching as you peppered kisses down his abdomen, slowly shifting lower, lower, lower… until your face was level with his bulge. 

a sound of excitement flooded past his lips, his breathing becoming rapid and deep. “really?” he asked hopefully, voice breathless and light. a slow smirk crawled across your lips and you chuckled at the way he jolted with a moan when you pressed a slow kiss to his clothed arousal. 

“really.” you hummed in confirmation. “you said you wanted my mouth, didn’t you?” 

he frantically bobbed his head. “yes. yes, god yes. please.” you almost laughed at his shameless display of desperation. he let out a deep, strained groan as you flicked your tongue over his clothed erection, head falling back. 

“ah ah, eyes on me, baby.” you scolded mildly, squeezing his thighs in warning. he lifted his head without argument, face flushed and glistening with faint perspiration, lip caught in a tight grip between his teeth, brows furrowed. 

from your viewpoint, he looked rather beautiful: arms bound above his head, exposed chest rising and falling dramatically with each deep breath, messy silver hair falling flawlessly over his hooded, lustful eyes. 

and he in turn was also quite taken by how perfect you looked between his legs: smirking lips hovering right over where he needed them most, dark, penetrating gaze making his body tremble with an unspoken need. 

your fingers slipped under the elastic of his boxers, slowly easing them down his thighs until his length sprang free. “there he is,” you murmured, tongue dragging over your lower lip as you admired him, long and thick and swollen, precum spilling over his hot, red tip. he shuddered in delight as you traced your finger over a vein. 

“(y/n)…” his usually deep voice was pleading and airy, hands curling into tight fists above his head, “please.” 

you smiled up at him innocently before delivering a teasing kitten lick to his sensitive tip. he whined softly, hips twitching as his need for you increased tenfold. 

a slightly more sadistic side of you rather enjoyed watching him squirm. perhaps it was that hidden part of you that wanted nothing more than to tease him into oblivion with insubstantial caresses and borderline torturous kisses until he was writhing helplessly and there were tears spilling from those beautiful big brown eyes. 

however, a larger part of you craved the sight of his stunning, fucked out expression. the one where his face glistened with sweat, thick pink lips swollen and red from being ruthlessly and relentlessly attacked by those pearly whites, puppy dog eyes hooded and fluttering, fighting to remain open against his mind's desire to just melt completely into the pleasure coursing like hot lava through his veins. that was the face you wanted to see more than anything. 

a broken moan flooded from his gaping mouth as you fastened your lips around his tip, the taste of his salty precum immediately lathering your tongue. he trembled as you hummed lightly around him, mouth silently forming the words ‘oh god’ as the vibrations sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his body like static shock. 

“feels good, (y/n),” he whined weakly, stomach tensing, “feels so good.” 

your response was to thrust your head down and as much of him into your mouth as possible. he cried out, hips snapping up at the feeling of your gentle sucking. you were quick to pin them back down, a warning glare darkening your gaze. 

“‘m sorry—,” he slurred, panting heavily, “i’m sorry.” he was quick to submit, fighting against the painfully strong urge to fuck himself up into your warm mouth and forcing his quivering body to go pliant beneath your ministrations. satisfied for the time being, you dragged your tongue from his base to his weeping head, tracing slow, taunting circles over his most sensitive place. 

a broken moan was all he could manage as his cock twitched tellingly, precum spilling down his throbbing length. you fixed your lips back around his tip, sucking gently. his thighs trembled at the sensation it sent shooting through his veins, a breathless ‘oh’ pulsing from his pink-bitten lips. 

“(y/n)— (y/n), if you keep doing that—” the warning was clear, but you wanted to see just how close you could bring him to his release before stealing it away last second. it was always fun to watch how hard he came down from his high when he was denied of it. it was delicious, the way he gasped and trembled, shuddering hips desperately seeking out more frictions, but never receiving it. he was so cute when he got like that. 

“you gonna come, baby?” you cooed, replacing your mouth with your hand and shifting upwards so that you could look directly into his eyes. you wanted to be able to see the look in his pretty brown eyes when you stole away his release. he whimpered, head bobbing rapidly as he caught his lower lip between his teeth. 

“please.” 

you only offered a low, contemplative hum before a wicked smirk struck your features. “not yet.” 

a sob broke from his lips as you drew away from his throbbing dick, his high stolen only moments before it could come crashing down over him. his hips bucked, desperately seeking the friction you so cruelly denied him of, but finding nothing but empty air in place of your warm touch. his muscles trembled, broken pleas spilling from his quivering lips. 

“(y-y/n), no— please,” he gasped out, arms tugging against the sturdy binds, fingers aching to touch you, grab onto you, hold you. 

you hushed him with sweet words, pressing a soothing kiss to the cut of his jaw, hands massaging the bulk of his muscular thighs and holding still his stuttering hips. 

“fuck– i hate it when you do that.” he cursed weakly, glassy eyes peering up into yours. 

“no you don’t.” you chuckled softly, brushing his damp bangs out of his face in an unexpectedly tender gesture. 

“you’re right, i don’t.” he relented easily, the corners of his lips curling subtly. 

a sudden silence fell over you, and it took you a moment to realize that he was looking at you with those eyes— the ones you knew all too well. the ones you’d told him plenty of times to drop. because those weren’t the kind of eyes you were supposed to look at a fuck buddy with. those weren’t the kind of eyes that just anybody could be on the receiving end of, most definitely not you. 

“don’t look at me like that.” you warned, hardening your expression. 

“i can’t help it.” he breathed. you felt your stomach twist. damnit. 

“then close ‘em, Park. before I decide to blindfold you, too.” 

it seemed your threat wasn’t very well received, as the smile adorning his features only expanded, the corners of his eyes crinkling endearingly. 

“that doesn’t sound too bad.” 

a dry laugh burst from your lips. “god, you’re so fucking submissive. how has nobody else untangled your little ruse, hm? acting all big and tough on the outside when all you really want is to be tied up and fucked like a horny little bitch. am i really the only one that’s got you figured out?” you hummed thoughtfully, tracing your fingers down his throat and caressing his collarbone. 

“you’re the only one, (y/n).” 

for some reason… you had a strange feeling that that sentence held more meaning than you were willing to decipher.  

“you tell all your little side fucks that?” you taunted, disguising the slight tremor in your chest with a dangerous smirk. 

he shook his head, gaze not wavering for a moment. “there’s no one else. only you.” 

fuck. you needed him to stop talking. so, you did the one thing that always did the trick: shoving your fingers down his throat. he let out a muffled sound of surprise at the unexpected intrusion, a sound that easily melted into a low moan, his tongue immediately getting to work lapping at your digits. 

“you talk too much.” you murmured, taking him off guard and eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat as you ground yourself down on his naked length. “you came to get fucked, didn’t you, sweetheart?” 

he eagerly nodded his head, hips nudging up excitedly against your own. 

“thought so.” you chuckled. 

through wide, glassy eyes, Chanyeol watched you push yourself upright, straddling his thighs. just as he was about to ask what you were doing, you grabbed the hem of your tank top and peeled it off over your head, discarding it onto the floor, your pants fast to follow. 

“fuck. you’re so beautiful.” he groaned deeply, ravenous gaze raking over your nearly naked form. you smirked at him cockily. 

“i know.” 

a surprised laugh erupted from his lips at your blunt reply, eyes glinting with something akin to admiration. “as you should.” 

smiling to yourself, you swiftly climbed back on top of him, not wasting any time before grabbing hold of his throbbing dick. he let out a breath of appreciation at the contact, biting at the inside of his cheek. every muscle in his body tightened as you teasingly traced his tip over your clothed heat, his precum slickening the thin fabric. 

“are you wet?” he asked weakly, voice so airy and strained that you almost missed it. 

grinning devilishly, you toyed with the elastic. “do you wanna find out?” 

“yes,” he all but hissed out, muscular arms straining against their secure restraints, “fuck— yes, please.” 

“mmm, you sound so hot when you're desperate to get fucked.” you groaned softly, nudging your underwear to the side in order to slip his head through your hot arousal. he shuddered at the sensation, his pupils blown wide with lust as he watched you tease not only him but yourself as well with fleeting caresses of his needy length against your burning core. 

“(y/n).” his deep voice had become little more than a breathless whimper singed with molten desire. you felt your pulse jump at the very sound of it, your own want for him swelling with every passing second. 

Chanyeol let out a broken gasp as you sunk down on him, cursing weakly as you took him in inch by inch. a low hum vibrated on your lips at the blissful stretch, hot tendrils of pleasure igniting throughout your body. 

“sometimes i forget just how good you feel inside of me.” you breathed out heavily, peering down at his already fucked out expression with a coy smirk. 

“i could never forget.” he moaned, roughly biting his lower lip. a slow, deep grind of your hips had his head of unruly silver locks tossed back into the plush pillows, an unsteady groan of your name filling the hot, heavy air surrounding you. 

“fuck, go faster.” 

he realized his mistake only when your fingers were pressing into the length of his throat, all motion ceased. “is that how you ask for things?” you asked, voice dangerously calm. 

he was quick to shake his head, eager to right his wrong. “please. please go faster.” 

“that’s better.” 

a rough sob is pulled from his flushed throat (which you’re almost certain will be raw tomorrow morning) as you fuck yourself down onto him. the pace was fast, hungry, rough. his back bowing off the mattress, hips pulsing upward, desperate to meet each thrust half way. 

“(y/n),” you almost moaned at the sight of his body rolling beneath yours, muscles flexed and trembling, toned arms straining against the tight hold of his belt, the leather biting pretty red marks into his wrists, “i wanna touch you— please let me touch you. let me feel you, baby. you know i can make you feel good.”

his begging caused a playful grin to draw itself across your face. “should i?” you murmured thoughtfully, rolling your hips in slow, controlled circles. a low, throaty moan vibrated in your chest as he thrust himself up inside of you, just barely brushing over that perfect little spot. 

“i can be so good for you. please… let me be good for you, (y/n).” 

“well when you say it like that…” you sighed, feeling any remaining resolve come crumbling down. 

excitement ignited in his dark eyes, and he watched with bated breath as you reached up, getting to work on freeing him from the binds. 

the very moment the belt fell slack, releasing his hands, they were on your skin, eager and impatient, tugging you down into a heated kiss. it was messy and rough, all biting teeth and lashing tongues. not that you minded much, it was always fun reminding him who was in charge, one way or another. 

his wandering hands eagerly explored the expanse of your body, squeezing, pressing, pulling. and you let him have his fun, let him push the limits, testing your boundaries with every curious prod and trembling caress. 

it was only when you felt his fingers pressing into the swells of your ass and begin guiding your movements that you drew the line. it took all of a few seconds for you to have his wrists pinned down on either side of his head. 

you pulled away from his lips was a disappointed sigh, tongue clicking. “still no restraint, i see? i’m disappointed. i thought you said you’d be good for me, yeolie? was that good?” he all but whimpered, his head, too muddled from pleasure to form coherent words, shaking remorsefully. “no… that was very bad. bad boy, yeolie.” 

his dick throbbed so hard inside of you that you could’ve sworn he’d almost just come. 

a scoff of both amazement and disbelief escaped your lips. “you like being called a bad boy?” 

how ironic. 

color flushed into his cheeks, embarrassment shining in his big, glassy eyes that were now refusing to meet your gaze. 

“look at me.” 

he gasped as you purposely clenched around him, thrusting your hips back until he was balls deep, successfully forcing his attention onto your face. you grabbed his chin securely between your thumb and forefinger, and lowered your head to the point where your lips were just barely brushing over his. his pupils were blown and trembling as they met yours. 

“you wanna be my bad boy, baby?” 

his jaw fell open, a thunderous moan breaking from his chest. 

“yes.” 

“say it.” you all but growled, tone leaving no room for argument. 

at this point, he was too lost in his own desire to feel any real shame. 

“i wanna be your bad boy.” 

a triumphant smirk curled onto your face, and you rewarded him with a gentle kiss to his quivering lips. “you gonna come for me, bad boy?” he was already bobbing his head frantically before you’d even fully gotten the question out. you chuckled sadistically at his unabashed desperation. “should i let you?” 

“(y/n), please— i don’t think i can— fuck.” he panted out, voice shuddering and breaking as you fucked yourself down on him at just the right pace to keep him teetering dangerously on the edge without completely throwing him over. you bit your lip, pleasure exploding like firecrackers in your veins as he thrusted into you. fuck, if he didn’t stop hitting that spot… 

his hands curled into tight fists where they were pinned to the mattress, dull nails biting smooth crescents into his palm. noticing this, you took it upon yourself to weave your fingers through his, holding his hands in an unexpectedly tender display. only because you didn’t want him to accidentally hurt himself… that was all. 

but, perhaps it was a mistake. 

because that look returned to his eyes with vengeance, his features melting into bursting admiration and unspoken emotion. this time, you ignored it, too gone in your own pleasure to spare it a second thought. that’s what you convinced yourself of, anyways. 

he was pulsing intensely against your slick walls, twitching cock threatening to erupt at any given second. you could tell he was fighting to hold himself back, the veins in his throat growing prominent from the strenuous effort. it was admirable in a way, how desperately he wanted to please you, even if it meant denying himself of the greatest pleasure of all. you’d encountered very few men with that kind of will power. so you couldn’t help but to respect it when you saw it in Chanyeol. 

“you look like you’re about to explode.” you taunted breathlessly, lips pulled into a lust hazed smirk. “it’d be cruel of me to tell you to hold it, wouldn’t it?” 

he whimpered helplessly, obviously not sure which answer would satisfy you and which would coax you into further torturing his already wrecked body. 

you offered a rasping chuckled. “you’re lucky that i’m feeling rather generous today.” 

something between a sob and a moan are thrown past his lips as you slam yourself down on him, purposefully squeezing your walls around him. he cries out your name desperately, imploringly. you know he can’t hold back anymore, no matter how hard he tries. his body was going to come whether he liked it or not. you felt in the way he throbbed and twitched inside of you, heard it in the way he groaned and sighed, saw it in the way his eyes rolled, body shuddering uncontrollably. 

“come.” 

and he fucking did. 

his body stalled, back arching off the bad, hips sputtering up in sharp, quick thrusts, the sound of skin on skin contact resonating through the room. you cooed, relishing in the way he quivered and keener beneath you, mouth gaping silently for a few moments before growling moans finally broke through, rumbling so deep in his chest you could have easily mistaken it for thunder. 

you let him fill you up, painting your walls with his release, knowing damn well your intentions once he was finished. 

“that’s it, baby…” you cooed, releasing one of his clenched fists to caress his feverish face, tracing the lower line of his plump lip, swollen and red from his relentless biting. 

“oh! look at that. you made a mess, sweetheart.” you purred, smirking wickedly as you watched his arousal drip out of you and onto his now half hard cock. he moaned at the sight, cursing under his breath. “I think it’s only right if you clean it up.” 

his eyes snapped up to meet yours, excitement immediately burning with his hazy, blown pupils. that was your boy… always eager to clean up after himself. especially if it meant he could put his tongue and lips to proper use. 

“fuck. ride my face. wanna taste you. wanna make you come.” he groaned breathlessly, freed hands reaching down to grip at your thighs, tugging at them impatiently. 

you chuckled at how eager he was, happily obliging. you climbed up, repositioning yourself to hover over his flushed face, caging his head between your thighs. his fingers pressed into your hips, pulling you down and into reach of his greedy tongue. you couldn’t help the sigh that slid from your lips at the first contact, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his tongue dragging hungrily through your come soaked folds. 

“that’s right. eat your come, baby. lick it up.” you breathed out heavily, fingers weaving through his damp silver locks. 

he moaned against you, the vibrations sending chills rolling down your spine. it was like white hot electricity in your veins when he rolled his flattened tongue cover your clit, a sharp moan erupting from your throat. 

“fuck, just like that. right there.” you panted, hips grinding down against his skilled tongue. “you’re so fucking good with your mouth, yeol.” his determination spiked at the praise, lips encircling your clit and sucking purposefully. 

pure euphoria rushed through your veins, head falling back as your grip on his hair tightened. his rapacious hands danced across your body, fingers pressing hotly into your skin, obviously not having learned his lesson the first time around. though, you weren’t too keen on correcting him. especially not with the fire his touch was igniting across your body. 

your hips stuttered as his tongue pressed inside of you, lapping at you hungrily. “tastes… so good…” he groaned brokenly against your arousal, hooded eyes devouring the sight of you falling apart above him. 

if there was one thing Park Chanyeol loved– it was being the cause of your pleasure. 

snagging your lip roughly between your teeth, you meet his searing gaze, your walls clenching around his invading tongue at the almost unbearable intensity of it. 

“you like it?” you moaned, feeling yourself begin to climb your way towards release. he nuzzled against you, nose pressing against your clit as his tongue teased your entrance. 

god… if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was trying to suffocate himself. knowing Chanyeol, he’d probably consider it the perfect way to go. perhaps you would have laughed at the thought had it not been for the molten pleasure numbing your mind and senses.

“i’m gonna come.” 

at your breathless declaration, Chanyeol is quickly replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, fucking them up into you steadily while his mouth gets to work on your clit. it feels so good… you’re numb to pretty much everything else but the feeling of him, the sight of him. 

and you find it’s just that that finally sends you tumbling over that ledge: the sight of those beautiful brown eyes, dark and eager, burning with unspoken emotion, pooling with crimson seduction. he’s breathtaking. 

you shift off of his face carefully, a hazy, satisfied smirk settling across your face. 

“what a filthy boy.” you purr softly, more so to yourself than him, delighting in the sight of his face, glistening from a mixture of both his and your own release. his lips curl upwards at the corners, sinful tongue peeking out to drag over them and savor the lingering taste of you, a low hum of appreciation rumbling deep in his chest.  

his hands don’t leave your hips as you carefully lift yourself off of him, offering some much needed support for your still shaky legs. you flop down on the mattress beside him with a soft ‘oof’ and shut your eyes, taking a moment to catch your breath and gather your scattered wits. a few moments of silence pass, before your brow twitched in irritation. 

“stop staring before i smack you.” even with your eyes closed, you can feel the heat of his gaze on the side of your face. 

he chuckled unabashedly, not all too torn up about being caught. “sorry. i can’t help myself,” he paused, “you’re just so beautiful like this.” 

sighing, you roll your head to the side, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “what’d i say about calling me beautiful?”  

he pouts, looking like a scolded puppy. “not to say it after sex.” 

“that’s right.”

“but it’s the truth!” 

“Chanyeol.” you groan, throwing an arm over your face. 

he huffs in annoyance rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his palm. “what’s so wrong with me saying that you're beautiful?” 

“you know exactly what’s wrong with it.” you grumble, shooting him a pointed glare, one he is quick to return. rolling your eyes, you turn away from him. “i’m too fucked out to try and argue with you right now so can you just drop it?”  

one of his arms snakes over your waist, and you inhaled sharply in surprise as he tugged you into his chest. 

“Chanyeol—”

he was quick to disregard your warning tone, nuzzling his face into your neck. “i like to cuddle.” 

“you know—” you began, scowling as he cut you off a second time. 

“i know what we agreed to but come on… a few minutes won’t kill you.” he grumbled, low voice raspy with exhaustion. 

the slight tightening of his hold around you told you that he had no intention of letting go any time soon. your features twisted into a scowl, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. 

but your resolve to remain unphased wavered. 

because, for a moment, you let yourself feel the warmth of his body against yours, allowing yourself to melt into it. it was a strange sensation, the comfort it brought you… the security. perhaps it was the aftermath of your orgasm. or maybe the exhaustion from a stressful week. or maybe something else entirely… regardless, you found yourself relaxing into him, into his hold, into his warmth. it wasn’t something you could really control. and even if you could, you weren’t sure if you would do anything different. 

minutes passed. maybe two. maybe five. maybe twenty. you weren’t really sure. you could hear the muffled music still pumping through the speakers somewhere downstairs. dull footsteps and low voices passing outside the door every now and again. the soft glow from the still candle flickered soothingly over the pale walls. 

a strange sense of calm had settled over you at some point. you weren’t sure quite when. all you knew was that if you listened hard enough, you could almost hear the steady beating of Chanyeol’s heart. his breathing had become slow and heavy, warming the side of your face with every exhale. 

“are you…” you swallowed, throat unexpectedly dry, “are you asleep?” 

you were met with silence. 

sucking your lips into your mouth, you slowly turned your head. your heart faltered in your chest. “geez.” you muttered softly, a faint smile touching your lips. 

he was knocked out cold, cheek smooshed up against the pillow, lips parted and puckered out, hair cast across the white pillowcase, a few locks stuck on his eyelashes. you lifted your hand carefully, gently brushing the silver strands out of his face. your fingers lingered on his skin, caressing ever so lightly over his cheek and jaw. 

“beautiful.” 

it took you a moment to realize that that word had just come from your lips. you jerked away like you’d been stung, eyes wide, and heart suddenly racing. 

shit. 

you were so fucked.

#chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo chanyeol #chanyeol smut #chanyeol oneshot #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol fluff #sub!chanyeol #sub!exo #sub!idol #dom!reader #exo smut #exo imagine #exo scenario #chanyeol angst #sub chanyeol #sub exo #perhaps i went a bit overboard... oops #i just love him lots

[one-boring-person]

Hey, what about a fic in which the boys see a girl competing in a motorcycle chicken race, maybe to defend the honor of her friend Star/Maria/Laddie and she really comes a half-inch from dying but wins, and one of the boys, you can choose who you want, becomes interested in her and her courage, and in the end he approaches her and discovers she's not afraid to die because she's a vampire or another supernatural being? Thanks a lot.

Honestly, as soon as I read this request I was super excited to write it 😅 I hope you like it! (I am also very tempted to write a part 2 to this, but we'll have to see 😅😂)

What's It To You?

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: mention of injury

Masterlist

Part Two

"Hey!" Paul's voice is loud over the bustle of the Boardwalk, the tall vampire slipping through the crowd with ease as he makes his way over to the others, lips pulled into an excited grin.

Passively curious, as always, David turns to face the blonde, taking a drag from his cigarette as he does so, holding the pungent smoke in his lungs longer than necessary simply because he enjoys the slight burning feeling. Marko and Dwayne step up beside him, waiting for their friend to get closer, their previous activities forgotten for the time being.

"Where've you been, Paul?" David crawls as the taller vampire finally comes within earshot, exhaling the smoke as he speaks.

"Around." The blonde responds vaguely, waving a hand at the surroundings, "You'll never guess what I just heard, though."

"What?" Marko questions, curiosity getting the better of him as he bites his thumb, watching Paul collect himself.

"There's some new girl in town, some biker chick. They've been saying she's got a death wish, but she's good at what she does. Apparently she's never lost a chicken race, and will take on anyone." Paul informs them, frowning as the others look unconvinced, "What?"

"How is that supposed to be interesting? People come and go all the time, and they've always got some sort of reputation in tow behind them." Dwayne shrugs, dark eyes boring into his friend.

"Yeah, but this one's different. She's a friend of Star's." Paul tries to convince them, knowing that the dark-haired girl is a certain weakness of David's.

"Star's friend? And she never told us?" Marko interjects, lifting an eyebrow.

"Why would she? She'd have known that we'd be annoyed." Dwayne supplies, running a hand through his hair.

David shoots him a sharp look.

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"We all know that none of us can stand the idea of someone being a better rider than  us, especially if it's someone we know, at least by extension." 

"Can we at least go check it out? Apparently they hang out at the old skate park." Paul asks, staring hopefully at David.

The platinum blonde frowns for a minute longer, before sighing and throwing his cigarette butt to the floor, grinding it out with the heel of his boot. 

"Fine, let's go." He grudgingly agrees, slightly curious himself, though there's no way he'll show that to them.

Paul whoops in excitement, the four of them mounting their motorcycles and revving the engines, taking off up the road to the abandoned skate park.

*

Loud music greets them as they pull up at the end of a long line of other motorbikes, cheering and roaring engines coming from a little way away, where a large ring of fire barrels have been set up. A thick crowd of people have gathered around these, screaming in excitement every few minutes, the smell of alcohol and motorcycle fuel incredibly potent, even from the distance between them. 

Dismounting, the boys head over to the crowd, easily falling into the heaving throng, no one's attention on anyone but the two riders in the centre of the long ring. A pair of motorcycles are positioned at each end, one of them an expensive sports bike, the other a more stripped back racer, the two figures sat astride the vehicles each clad in dark riding leathers, one wearing a helmet, the other handing theirs back to someone nearby. David has to bite back a quick frown as he notices the person taking the helmet is Star, blue eyes easily zeroing in on the young girl as she giggles and takes the headwear from the other rider. 

All four of the boys find themselves transfixed by this rider, surprised to see her removing the leather jacket covering her shoulders to reveal bare arms, her gloved hands revving the engine of the racer below her loudly. From this distance, they can only just see her grinning features, voice clear and confident as she calls out to her opponent, apparently very confident. Naturally, there's a heavy scent of motorcycle fuel and sweat clouding the area, but even from here, the boys have noticed the strange reek lingering in the air, the stench somewhat akin to that of a damp animal. Confused they can only assume it's coming from her, though it is not necessarily clear.

Someone steps out into the centre of the ring, an arm raised above their head. 

The two riders lower themselves into their seats, engines roaring again as they get ready to move. The crowd falls silent for a moment, listening to the baying of the motorcycles, breaths held all over the park.

In a second, the arm has dropped and the motorcyclists are off, tyres biting at the ground as they go. Cheers of encouragement and ecstasy roll off of the crowd, the noise a deafening wall of sound as the bikes race towards each other. Enraptured, the boys can only watch as the gap between the riders narrows, neither of them letting up even an inch.

With their enhanced vision, the boys can see the helmetless rider tightening her grip on the handlebars, ramping up the acceleration as the vehicle jumps into a faster gear. Her smirk is still in place, no evidence of fear visible on her admittedly pretty face, her muscles somehow quite loose as she guides the bike ever closer to her opponent, who has gone tense, the grip on the bars tight and uncomfortable. The gap has now decreased to around ten metres, the distance rapidly reducing.

Seven metres goes by with no wavering from either.

Five metres goes by with only a single jerk from the helmeted rider.

At four, the panic starts to set in, the crowd roaring in anticipation, going crazy as they watch the two riders heading into a certain crash.

Three, and the helmeted rider is definitely swerving now.

And finally, at two, they pull to the side completely, the bike skidding on the floor and throwing them to the ground near the other's front tyre. 

The helmetless rider has to jerk their bike to the side to avoid hitting their opponent, the movement harsh and uncontrolled as they do so. As with the other, the tyres don't keep up the traction and give out, the rider going flying as they jump off to get clear of the vehicle, their body crashing roughly to the tarmac. For a moment she remains motionless on the floor, unmoving and almost lifeless, body limp near the stuttering shape of her motorcycle. 

The crowd goes quiet again, unsure of whether or not the winner is actually alright.

After a moment, however, the girl sits up, whooping triumphantly as the crowd goes wild, many of them rushing forwards to embrace her and clap her on the back, congratulating her. Star is amongst them, the girl pulled down to her friend as she wraps her in a tight hug, the two appearing much closer than the boys originally thought.

"Come on, let's get Star." David mutters, gesturing for the boys to follow him, not quite noticing as Dwayne slips past them, moving on into the crowd towards the rider. 

The brunette had found himself mesmerized by her performance, both terrified for her life and sure that she would be fine, her courage and recklessness unrivalled by anyone, bar Paul. Something about the way she had ridden directly at the opponents with no appearance of letting up had struck a chord deep within him. Even now, as he steps into her vicinity (trying to ignore the pungent reek surrounding her) he has to look her over, appreciating her natural beauty as she turns her eyes on him, the crowd having dissipated to watch the next race.

"Can I help you?" She calls out to him, voice clear and confident.

"Oh, I was just wondering where you learnt to ride like that. It's very impressive." Dwayne responds politely, approaching her carefully.

"Grew up doing it." She shrugs, dusting herself down, "But thank you. I had someone's honour to defend. A friend's."

The girl turns to walk away, grabbing her motorcycle as she starts heading over to a nearby group of others, the leader of the group, a tall muscular man with black hair, shot with silver, whose dark eyes bore into him from the guy's position a good few metres away, reaching out to greet her.

"You got a death wish?" Dwayne calls out to her before she can reach them.

"What's it to you?" The girl sends him a look over her shoulder.

"Well, you ride like you don't care whether or not you might get seriously injured or not." 

"That's because I don't care."

"And why is that?" Dwayne frowns curiously.

She chuckles, thinking for a minute.

"Lets just say I heal very quickly." She smirks, looking back at him, making sure she has his attention before suddenly flashing her eyes at him. 

Shocked, Dwayne feels his eyes widen at the amber glow emitting from the bright depths, blinking when it disappears.

Still smirking, the girl gives him a wave and heads off to the others, revving up her bike and falling in line with them.

"Catch you later, Bloodsucker!" She calls out to him, pulling on her jacket as the others around her laugh and whoop in excitement, their bikes swiftly carrying them off into the darkness.

At that moment, the connection is formed, and he realises what exactly he just witnessed. Clenching his jaw, he goes back to Star and the boys, instantly confronting the former.

"Why the hell are you friends with a werewolf?! "

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys) #kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys) #dwayne(the lost boys) #santa carla #marko(the lost boys) #star(the lost boys)

[starlocked01]

Dyeing to Meet You

AO3

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: When your eyes could be the color of any shade of hair dye, Roman is positively upset his soulmate won't change colors. Especially since his color of choice is black. Content Warning: brief mention of kidnapping

Day 27 Prinxiety, background Intrulogical- Your eye color matches the color of your soulmate's hair, even when they dye it.

Roman kinda really hated his soulmate. Most people had brown or yellow eyes. His grandmother had silvery eyes that sparkled in the light. Remus had been a bit surprised when his rosey auburn irises went bleach blond for 3 months and then disappeared completely for a week. It had been pretty good evidence his soulmate was on the swim team so he'd started flirting with all of them, looking for brown eyes with a silver streak.

For the past four years, Roman’s eyes had been jet black. They never lightened, never sparkled, and he was convinced they were costing him leading roles in the school productions.

Roman decided to get even with his soulmate.

First, he got his hair bleached. After two weeks of rehabilitation, he had his hair dyed a bright bloody looking red. ---- Virgil woke up and found that his eyes had changed from bleached to the coolest shade of red ever. It worked so perfectly with his favorite red and black eyeshadow designs. Anytime someone pissed him off, all he had to do was stare at them and they left him alone quickly.

His soulmate had the best taste in color. ---- After a month, Roman’s hair had faded mostly pink and his eyes were still demonic. Not even slightly less black. Perhaps red had been a bit too natural. Next, he bought a bottle of dye and went full purple. It was a terrible job but it had to get the message across. ---- Virgil loved his soulmate. The purple with streaks of pinkish-yellow was absolutely edgier than the red that had faded so quickly. He wondered why the colors were changing so rapidly after natural brown hair for so long but shrugged it off. Perhaps his soulmate was just exploring his own identity. ---- Remus had managed to find Logan once his hair started growing back in its natural color. He was probably more enthusiastic than Roman was about his soulmate. The jet black eyes were still bothering him. It was time to get drastic. ---- Virgil stared in the mirror. One eye was still purple but the other was green. A wide grin broke across his face and he hoped his soulmate kept this style for a while. It was a shame he hadn't found anyone with such wild hair colors yet. Patton was watching for him too but it wasn't easy to find a soulmate unless they did something crazy.

He really wanted to meet them though. ---- Roman was at his wits' end. Nothing got the message across. Nor could he find anyone with wildly colored eyes and jet black hair. He decided it was time for his most daring attempt yet.

He went and got his hair bleached again. After 2 months of getting it progressively lightened he finally had platinum blond hair and was ready for the ultimate revenge.

Full Rainbow.

Roman adored his new look, as gay as he could make his hair, and he laughed every time he thought of his soulmate with rainbow eyes he couldn't change. ---- Virgil had an aesthetic. His eyes were no longer playing by his rules and looked gay as fuck. He guessed his soulmate was a gay boy who was probably very very flamboyant. Well, he wasn't flamboyant but he could match the energy of his tie-dye rainbow eyes. He started wearing rainbow eyeshadow instead of black, citing his eyes as the reason why.

He smiled, knowing his soulmate couldn't get to him. He kept dying his hair black with bangs long enough to hide behind if he didn't want his splash of colors immediately seen. ---- Remus was amazed he'd managed to drag his no-nonsense boyfriend and utterly preppy brother to a music festival. Although he might have been the only one enjoying himself. Logan was standing stoically still as Remus tried to get him to dance along or mosh or anything.

Roman sipped on his drink and stared at the sea of dyed hair, frightened of what kind of person might be his soulmate when Logan pointed out someone and whispered to Remus. Remus dashed off into the crowd and came back dragging another boy about their age with jet black hair and long bangs, head tilted down, and a scowl on his face.

"Let me go! I don't know you and I will press charges!" the boy shouted as Remus brought him back.

"Oh hush up and let destiny work its magic," Remus scolded, shoving the boy towards Roman, "look Ro, he could be your soulmate."

"Remus, you should have talked with him first. That was kidnapping," Logan glared at Remus.

"Eh, what's a felony conviction when true love is on the line?"

"I don't believe in true love, can I go back to my friend now?" the boy stared down at the ground. Roman found him fascinating, everything about him was as black as his own eyes and his sour personality had Roman intrigued.

"What color are your eyes, stranger?" Roman tried to ask warmly. He could see the movement as the boy's eyes flicked to look at him through his bangs.

"Your head looks like a box of crayons, what are you even doing here?" the boy smirked.

"I'm here with my friends, Count Monochrome," Roman scoffed.

"I'm pretty sure you guaranteed I'm never monochromatic," Virgil looked up, tossing his bangs to the side, eyes and eyeshadow on display.

"Oh my…" Roman stared into dazzling rainbows that perfectly matched his hair. Logan elbowed Remus with a smirk.

Virgil laughed, "look, I really dig the purple, and the green, and the red, basically all of it. Please never go back to brown."

"Well, only if you change to something less terrifying!" Roman found his voice again and laughed at Virgil’s shocked expression.

"Wait, you don't like the black?" Virgil asked nervously fingering his hair.

"Look at my eyes and tell me you would," Roman scoffed.

Virgil stepped closer, staring into Roman’s eyes, "I love them. Your eyes look so cool and edgy and mesmerizing. Yeah of course I would like black eyes."

Roman stared back helplessly, breath caught in his throat because of Virgil’s colorful gaze.

"Oh just kiss already!" Remus interjected, snickering at the two.

"Pass," Virgil raised a hand and shot a look at Remus.

"Why not?" Roman asked quietly.

"Uh, we just met. I don't even know your name. And it's possible someone else out there has rainbow hair and black eyes so like, we can't know for sure, right? Not until one of us changes," Virgil took a step back, not liking that he had to explain his thought process.

"You're right, I'm sorry… would you be willing to test the theory with me?" Roman backed off. He liked this rainbow-eyed emo and couldn't put his finger on why, "I'm Roman, what's your name?" he offered a hand to shake.

Virgil ignored the offered hand, "Virgil, and sure. We can try. What did you have in mind, Roman?"

"Well, you dig the purple, right?" ---- Roman was much better at dyeing other people's hair than his own. Virgil let him bleach out a swath of black and color it with the purple Roman had leftover. They avoided each other’s eyes until the dye was set and Virgil had rinsed and washed it well. He came out of the shower with his black skinny jeans on and a towel wrapped around his shoulders, stained black and purple from years of use. Roman looked up and met his eyes.

Virgil gasped. Instead of pure jet black eyes, Roman now had purple irises rimmed in black, similar to his hair. And he thought they were just as stunning as before.

Roman quickly pulled out his phone to check and gasped as well.

"Sorry, if I had known you didn't like the black, I wouldn't have changed a thing," Virgil grinned as Roman stood and walked toward him.

"Thank you for trusting me, Virgil," Roman smiled and held out his arms for a hug.

"I'm just glad you were right," Virgil blushed but accepted the hug from his soulmate.

It was a lot more fun to decide colors together.

Tag List: @stoicpanther @ifrickenhatedeverythingaboutthis @idontgiveafuckaboutshit @tsshipmonth2020

#Soulmate September 2020 #tsshipmonth2020 #Prinxiety #background intrulogical #soulmate au #eyes #eye contact #kidnapping mention #swearing #roman sanders #virigl sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #yes logan is a red headed jock #patton mentioned like once

[dropsofletters]

how to lose someone in seven steps? | prologue

— summary: love-induced heartbreak is one of the most overrated things to ever be talked about, and she doesn’t get why most of her friends take up on such conversations with sighs following every statement. relationships aren’t something to linger on—but when one of her friends dares her to make one of their infamous exes, whom they had a hard time getting over with, fall in love with her, she takes up on the challenge. earning them? easy. losing them? even easier.

— title: how to lose someone in seven steps? — pairing: wayv x reader (depending on whose route you select) — genre: bet!au ; strangers to friends to lovers!au ; love experiment!au (and other au’s depending on the routes) — type: fluff ; romance ; humor ; drama ; angst (varying according to the route) — word count: 2,821

She once said she’d die the day she fell in love.

It’s one of those rare concepts that her literature teacher loved gushing about when she wrote them on paper. Dying for love, actually, has been romanticized for as long as she can remember. Think The Notebook or Romeo and Juliet—hell, even The Walking Dead could enter in this category in some of their episodes. The toxicity of such matter, however, goes past what she has ever wanted to portray when saying those words. She’d die if she ever were to fall in love.

Because, falling in love feels like dying, and though she hasn’t lived it, she can tell by the look on her friends’ eyes whenever they got their heart stepped on, munched, bitten, spat out at their feet—whatever. Promises of never going through the same thing lived inside her head when she had to push one of her friend’s hair back to have them throw up on the club’s flooring, crying after a break-up. Or, rather, when she saw one of her friends skimming through Instagram for the twelfth time that day and, yes, absolutely, her boyfriend is, still, liking the pictures of a bunch of women with cup sizes bigger than hers.

It’s unnecessary. People dream about it, hear songs about it, but they never quite think about how much they could avoid if they didn’t go around seeking for love, or for one-time-things that will only end up in another person getting entangled. It’s the common mistake of never getting to know another person well, and hence, never getting to know oneself nicely enough. Love starts from the moment we give our first breath.

As of currently, her friend Ada can’t breathe. Or, well, she can—but she chooses not to as she downs yet another shot and weeps at the memory of her latest break up.

The food settled on the table in between the group of eight women smells delicious, but no one has payed enough attention to the meal itself and rather, downed a few drinks for the sake of making Ada feel better. With her makeup running down her chubby cheeks, her once long brown hair cut into a bob after the break-up that has kept her crying for the past two days, and her hands shakingly reaching for the soju to pour some more, she finally takes the first bite of the salad she had ordered, eyes glimpsing at what she never wants to have.

Heartbreak is the ugliest, yet most overrated, thing that could ever happen in this world.

The kind of beauty a woman possesses when getting into a relationship erases itself when she’s out of it. It’s momentary, sure, she’s well aware that Ada will go back to her bubbly, adorable self one of these days, but it’s neither tomorrow nor the next day. “I—I just don’t get it—” And, preferably, the people on the table next to them must not get it as well. They have been snooping on what Ada has been worrying about for the past thirty minutes. “The sex was good. The kisses were good. I just—Why did he have to be such an asshole at the end?”

Ada believes in happy endings, though. When they were children—and she’s one of her oldest friends—, she’d always dress up as Cinderella on Halloween, throwing her shoe around in hopes of someone catching it and looking for her. No one did, but one can only dream. “Baby,” Elena, the classiest of the group, takes out a small handkerchief from her purse before patting it against Ada’s moist cheeks. “That’s what you get for dating an exotic dancer. Who thinks an exotic dancer is going to settle down for them?” She pushes her long black hair away from her shoulders, her porcelain skin matching the deep burgundy of her plush lips. Elena’s beauty is unmatchable.

“I did, b—but…” There it is, the worry, the excuses that come with dating a man. “But Yukhei just seemed different. He always talked about his dreams…and about how pretty he thought I was. It just—” Before she could refill her glass with soju, she takes the bottle away from her.

Heartbreak may have never reached her, but she’s not letting it affect her friend. “Ada, stop it. Enough alcohol for today. Grab a bite or something.”

“Ah!” Ada, as dramatic as always, pushes her head back. “Stop babying me, you’ve all been in this position. Just let me motherfucking drink—!”

Elena sighs from her spot, fingertips running over the glassed table of the restaurant they’re in. Red curtains over glassed windows who trail over the lightened-up city, matching the champagne colored walls. “I didn’t act like this when I broke up with Kun.”

Yifei, who has just come back to the table after a smoke break, ruffles the curled up strands of her bleached blonde hair before scoffing. “That’s because you didn’t love Kun, honey.” Taking her bomber jacket off, she lets her tattoos be on full display, roses and thorns the most outstanding one. “You’ll know what real love is when they leave you for someone else, not when you’re the one leaving.”

“…Damn.” Ada whispers from her spot, licking the outline of her shot glass before sighing. “Did Kun Hang hurt you that much?”

Yifei has thick skin, hurts in ways that no one ever notices, and her love affair from four years ago still lingers within her. “It’s not exactly pain, but when your high school love admits that he’s been in love with this old ass businesswoman for the entirety of your months-long relationship, it hurts.”

“That was four years ago,” Elena answers, swatting her hand in the air. “Besides, I was in love with Kun, but contrary to your two guys…he loved too much. I felt like I was being constricted and, girls, I am a chef—” Pride bleeds from her every word when she takes a sip of her pink champagne. “I know when bad things are cooking up, and Kun was a big red sign for clingy.”

A hiss leaves her lips then, rubbing her hands together. “Oh, damn, we’re getting good spice today, aren’t we? Tearing your exes apart!”

It’s fun—it’s the kind of activity they have to do to have Ada smiling at them. “Well, Ada, now that you’re single, some advice:” Liying speaks from her spot, fixing her perfectly sleeked back bun just to grab a bite of the immaculately prepared carbonara pasta in front of them, twirling her fork in the air. “Never go for younger guys. I went for a college guy, thinking that because he didn’t have much experience, he’d go to me, and because he was rich as all hell, I thought he’d pay for everything…” Liying’s voice trails dangerously, her face without an ounce of makeup scrunching up in disgust. “But younger guys? They’re insecure, end of story.”

It’s a bit difficult to remember who had swept Liying off her feet, considering she’s now happily in a relationship with a journalist. “Who was that again?” She asks, well aware that she is the only one who has stayed single for the majority of their friendship, and Liying turns to the side to look at her.

“Liu Yangyang. Rich nightmare.”

Yifei whistles from her side. “But he was rich. That’s always a plus.”

“Not when he’s always texting you, Yifei.” Liying conquers, pursing her lips in the process. “Like, babe, like, are you sure that you didn’t, like, sleep with someone while I was in Germany? Like, babe, really, like, it is better if you just tell me. Like. Like. Like.” She repeats over and over again, and it’s at this moment that her brain clicks. Right. Liu Yangyang…Liying had introduced her to him once at her birthday event, but she doesn’t remember much from him.

The women around the table burst with laughter, and she looks towards another one of her friends, trying to make Ada feel better. “This group of friends was formed because we all have shitty tastes in men,” Angela instructs, moving her bangs off her forehead to showcase her big eyes, wetting her lips with her drink before hissing. “You remember my ex Ten, Ada? Sometimes, when we slept together, I used to think he was actually getting off to the thought of himself.”

Elena actually snorts at those words, and to have elegant Elena Wang give such reaction means that it is something truly interesting. “No way!”

“Yes! He was too vain. Everything he said was amen.” Angela raises her hands in the air, sighing deeply. “I was saved the day he decided to break up with me.”

She turns to the quiet woman to the side, Shishi’s platinum hair cascading down her back, her thick eyeliner definitely something outstanding about her. “What about you, Shishi?”

“I broke up with someone not too long ago…” The quiet woman says, though the entire table already knows about that.

Yifei groans. “Come on, Shishi, let it out!”

“Fencer asshole.” Shishi, who rarely cusses, lets it out in the air, wrapping her hand snugly around her fork. “Xiao Dejun liked every woman who had good makeup skills. Wear red lipstick and you’re ready to get on his good list.”

Someone lifts their gaze from her phone—Bingbing, happily in a relationship for the last two years, lover of men with smart mouths to carry on with her perfect texting skills. “Can I talk shit about my ex, too?”

“Aren’t you happily married?” She questions, only to have Bingbing waving her phone in the air.

“And I’m keeping my relationship alive because of what I learned.” Bingbing replies, pushing her body forward and resting her head on her interlocked hands. “If a man is hard to decipher, he’s just not that into you. Men are simple creatures, you see.”

“Word to that!” Ada says from her spot, a hiccup following soon after. “Men are simple creatures, because they can’t be considered human.”

For a moment, silence falls around the table and she takes this time to lose herself in the taste of lettuce, tomato and onions sliced together into a perfect concoction with rosy sauce on top. Only when she takes a big bite, downing it with a bit of water, does she realize that all pair of eyes are settled on her. Fourteen eyes capturing her every move is already enough of a terrifying visual.

“What?” Her voice lifts a bit after she says those words, patting a napkin against her lips in case there is something on her lips.

Ada rolls her eyes, too much alcohol taking away her dulcet features. “Babe, tell us about your biggest heartbreak. The biggest asshole you’ve met.”

For a moment, she tries to think. The last date she had was over a year ago…and after losing her time with someone who actually didn’t want to be with her, she cut things off. Not that it hurt, just that she simply decided not to continue dating. It’s a waste of time, seriously.

“I’ve never…had anyone break my heart. If you don’t let anyone do that, it doesn’t happen.” Or so she wants to believe. She never wants to give anyone the benefit of the doubt.

“Come on,” Ada replies, taking her phone out of her pocket and looking for something before turning the screen to her. “Tell me you wouldn’t fall for someone like this. You just have dated people who are not worth a heartbreak, I guess.” A golden skinned man meets her vision, and it’s the first time she has seen Yukhei. His brown hair parts naturally, the dimly lit room letting her see the curve of his plush lips, the straightness of his nose and his big, almost doe, eyes. A glint of sweat trails up his biceps as he places one hand on his head, his collarbones on full display on the picture, and though the image does not go lower, she can tell he’s shirtless.

Attractive and yet, she shrugs. “Too typically handsome. I wouldn’t consider him my type.”

“What she wants is the absolute opposite,” Elena says, already rummaging through her social media. “A goody-two-shoes who would leave everything behind for you: Qian Kun.”

This time around, she gets to see a picture directly from Instagram. This guy’s hair is darker, sporting a chef’s uniform as he lifts a tray of food up into the air. Exquisite at its finest, but he’s not bad looking in any way. Slim lips welcoming a big smile, eyes twinkling in innocence, looking too posh to ever make a mistake. “…Not bad, I like the dimple. He seems too good to break your heart, though.”

“What about an artistic guy?” Angela says from her spot, showing her own phone but from another account. This breakup must’ve been messier, she guesses. “I’m sure you’d get your heart broken by Ten. He’s just…too risqué, you fall for him without thinking.”

This man is seated on a leather couch, a camera up to his face, one of his eyes squinted but the one that is opened lets her see the cat-shaped form of them. His lips are slim, though the glimmer of his cheeks is the perfect highlight, tattoos shaping his form, his legs ones to desire. “Nah, he couldn’t break my heart even if he wanted to.”

It becomes a competition, with Shishi rushing to find the pictures she saved on her phone of her latest relationship, clinging to the side of a man in a white uniform. His eyes are an enigma, though the smile on his face is sweet, his brown hair pushed away from his face. “What about the fencer asshole, Xiao Dejun?”

“He’s okay.”

Then, Liying refreshes her memory of Liu Yangyang. Seated in between a big group of people with a smile on his face, his surroundings rich enough to point out in what kind of party he is, the suit on his body deep blue like the ocean. “What about younger guys? Maybe, she just needs someone who is reckless—”

“I’d crush his heart.” Overconfidence starts to take up on her, taking a sip of her drink. “Give me a better shot.”

Yifei, one of her latest options, pushes her phone forward. “What about Kun Hang?”

She remembers Kun Hang, and the man may be gorgeous—but his goofy ways don’t figure him out as a heartbreaker. “We’d be great friends. I doubt we’d even get together.”

“Last chance, ladies!” Bingbing stands from her seat to get over her, wrapping one arm around her shoulder before showing her the screen. This man is more simplistic, his black hair covering most of his forehead, though the prettiness of his face is not to be missed, plump lips, nicely rounded cheeks, and a look on his eyes that screams ‘boy-next-door’. “Is Dong Sicheng the kind of guy who’d break your heart?”

“Girls,” She says, pushing Bingbing’s phone away before chuckling. “You just give people the power to hurt you. I could make any of these men cry for me if I just put my mind into it. Heartbreak is mental, no matter how much people try to say it isn’t.”

Shishi deadpans, then. “Break one of their hearts and we’ll believe you.”

Ada must have seen a goddess right at that moment, with wings and promises that have her widening her eyes and smacking her hands against the table. God, she’ll be lucky if people stop looking at them for once tonight. “Yes! You can pick someone and break their hearts, and teach us your ways!”

“I doubt this is a good idea…” Elena whispers, though Ada shakes her head.

“Raise your hand if you want her to break your ex’s heart.”

Six hands are raised, and Elena raises it with one final sigh.

It’s one of those ‘a rush in the moment’ things, when adrenaline pumps inside her body too quickly and she’s overexcited. Very rarely does someone feel like this in adulthood—as if youth and power lasts forever, so she puts one hand forward. “Put all your phones down with the pictures of the guys whose heart you want me to break, and I’ll pick someone.”

Cheers fill the air for the tale of a bad idea given by alcohol, but she feels powerful, staring at a group of men that she doesn’t know—men she should hate for breaking the hearts of those whom she loves. It shouldn’t be that difficult, right? If they were able to break her friends’ hearts, she can do the same thing.

Her hand hovers in the air, pondering, seeing, letting her mind choose who would be the easiest, who deserves it the most. A challenge, that’s what she wants—

And a smile appears on her face when she grabs certain phone.

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lmao just thinking thoughts about The Slap

ok is it just me or is people’s love and admiration for will smith causing them to pretend to care way more about alopecia than they actually do, and believe it’s a way more serious health issue than it actually is?? and that it was somehow Reasonable And Proper for a passing joke about hair loss to be met with a legendary bitch slap on account of It’s A Serious Medical Condition??????????

bc like.....

ok, my mom has alopecia. her hair used to be exactly as thick and long as mine, and it was her pride and joy for her whole life, and it DEVASTATED her when her hair started falling out. she’d been a model when she was younger. she was the envy of all her peers. she was ~the black girl with the long hair.~ I remember when I was little, she’d always wear it in this looooooong braid down her back, or in a ponytail, or sometimes she’d just wear it down and carefree. 

then it started falling out when I was maybe 7ish, I think? 

and I literally have only seen her uncovered head once since then, and that was a few days ago when she forgot to put her lil night cap back on after she finished moisturizing the hair she does still have. and when she realized she’d forgotten to put it back on, she got so upset and embarrassed that she almost cried. 

So like. 

I see every day what a vicious emotional toll alopecia can take on someone. And that should be respected.

BUT THAT’S LITERALLY ALL IT IS. 

It’s not cancer. It’s not heart disease. It doesn’t increase your risk of any legit health problems. It’s not physically painful. It’s not a skin condition that’s difficult to hide. 

It’s just hair loss. The only thing it physically affects is... how much hair you have! that’s IT! And though it can obviously be emotionally distressing to lose your hair, it’s also an easy issue to solve, aesthetically. 

You can just Be Bald if you wanna. Plenty of people are bald On Purpose for plenty of reasons, and most people don’t go around asking every bald person they meet to explain why they’re bald. 

You can wear wigs. Even people who Have Hair wear wigs! Nobody cares anymore if somebody’s wearing a wig! Some people like to wear wildly different wigs every day! A platinum blond pixie cut wig today! a waist-length, pin-straight, neon green wig tomorrow! everybody who sees you knows its a wig and nobody fuckin cares!

you can wear headwraps! bandanas! cool hats! there are endless ways to tie scarves/headwraps around your head to achieve all kinds of different aesthetics. You can be whimsical and cute. You can be reserved and stately. You can use elegant color schemes - neutrals, earth tones, whites and blacks. You can be ridiculous - a headshot of Bruce Lee polka-dotting your scarf. Rainbows. Tie die. 

You can put all kinds of shit on your head and no one needs to know that you’re experiencing hair loss. 

alopecia is only so devastating because of the amount of emphasis ~society~ puts on people’s appearance. Especially women. And women, especially, are Expected to have long hair (though that expectation, I think, is dying out AS IT WELL SHOULD). And when you’re used to yourself looking One Way, and if you’re used to being seen as beautiful, and if you’re used to your hair being one of the things about you that people say is beautiful, then yeah, it fucks you up inside. 

but it’s not because alopecia is a ~serious medical condition.~ because it’s NOT. 

it’s because many people are committed to maintaining a social norm in which people are judged by how they look. 

And although I totally get why jada may have still felt put off by chris rock’s lil joke, 

the joke itself really wasn’t even ~offensive.~ he didn’t make any judgment about the fact that she didn’t have any hair. he didn’t insinuate that it was bad to have short hair. he didn’t imply that it made her less attractive. he didn’t suggest that she should try to hide the fact that she didn’t have any hair. 

He just compared her close-cropped style to a fictional story about a woman who’s a Navy SEAL. a story that lots of people interpret to have a feminist message. 

I can imagine how, despite there being absolutely no malice in a joke about having close-cropped hair, a person with alopecia may still have a negative emotional reaction to it. 

but - and i say this with love and compassion - that’s YOUR problem! 

if you’re going through something that causes you to feel triggered by innocuous or otherwise non-malicious topics/words/phrases/etc, then it’s your job to figure out how to handle those emotions appropriately. 

BUT SINCE JADA WASN’T EVEN THE ONE WHO GOT UP AND ACTED A DAMN FUCKING FOOL, 

if your LOVED ONE is hurt by something innocuous that just happened to brush against their emotional soft-spot, it’s YOUR job to just give your loved one a hug, rub their back, and tell them it’s okay, and assure them that nobody in that room is seeing them as anything other than beautiful. and if you really just can’t help yourself, then it probably wouldn’t be out of line to address the person who said The Thing, and let them know that it’s a difficult and personal subject for your loved one, and that you would both appreciate if they could make an effort to be sensitive to that. 

but anyway, just. 

alopecia is not a terrible tragic illness. nobody gets sick from it. nobody dies from it. nobody needs to take medicine their whole lives for it. nobody has to worry about treatment costs. nobody has to worry about not being able to travel or move their bodies. beyond a (very legitimate) emotional strife that can and should be addressed by a mental health professional if necessary, alopecia does not prevent anyone from doing anything they plan to do in their life, except maybe wear an afro. like, if that was your one goal, then damn, that sucks I guess! 

it’s just hair. and i KNOW that hair is important in a lot of very real ways. 

but hair loss is a normal and common thing, and I think it makes more sense to encourage people to make less of a Big Deal about hair loss than it is to expect that people just... never ever ever mention that someone doesn’t have any hair on the off chance that the reason they don’t have hair is because of alopecia. 

like omfg with the way will popped off, you’d think jada’s hair loss was caused by cancer treatment or something.