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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months

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Merry whatever

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 25

Prompt: Christmas

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Fluff; Getting together; First kiss

Notes: Continued from day 5

Steve is just putting the last of the cookies into the oven - stars and trees and gingerbread men with little vampire teeth - when there’s a cacophony of swears and noise from the roof and a giant letter X crashes into the snow outside the kitchen window. He wipes his hands on a towel, slips into his boots and coat and makes his way outside.

“Eds? You still alive up there?”

“Barely!”

Eddie pops his head over the edge of the roof. He’s wearing the Santa hat again, the one they found in the attic together with the letters and the rest of the decorations.

“Your roof is a fucking ice rink, Harrington. Veritable death trap up here.”

“Hey,” Steve sloshes closer, almost trips over a plastic elf protruding from the snowy lawn like a tiny, cheerful goblin in a striped hat. “Don’t whine at me. I told you it was a bad idea, getting the letters up in that weather.”

“Yeah, yeah, mom!” Eddie snarks. “Now get that thing back up here.”

“Of course,” Steve rolls his eyes but still tucks the fallen letter under his arm and clambers up the ladder. “No fun if we don’t break both our necks.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Eddie takes the letter from him as soon as he’s within reach, then extends a gloved hand to help him onto the roof. The wool is scratchy against his skin, but Steve still revels in the warmth of it, the firm press of Eddie’s fingers entwining with his. “Didn’t survive the literal apocalypse to be taken down by some holiday decorations. Now help me put this- woah!”

He slips on the icey roof, teeters dangerously close to the abyss, eyes comically large and arms ruddering in the air for balance. Steve does what he does best and flies into action, bodily lunging himself at him and pulling him against his chest. He goes down on the shingles ass first, Eddie sprawled on top of him. By some Christmas miracle, Steve manages to grab a hold of the X before it can fall a second time.

Eddie’s breath is warm against his neck, hands clawing into his coat, and oh shit, they’re close. So very close. Much closer than two buddies who just happen to be spending Christmas together should be.

“You okay?” Steve says over the sound of his own blood roaring in his ears.

“Peachy,” Eddie pulls back, shoves the Santa hat out of his eyes. His very brown, very pretty eyes that Steve has caught himself thinking about an absurd amount lately. There's a bright pink flush coloring the bridge of his nose - probably from the scare. Or the cold. Yup, the cold, that’ll be it. “Reckon you’ll ever get tired of saving my ass, big boy?”

“Never.”

The word is out before Steve can bite it back. And maybe it comes with a little too much force, a little too much conviction. The smile slips off Eddie’s face and he blinks. Gulps. Disentangles himself from Steve and takes the letter from his hand.

For a few moments, the only sounds are those of the wind on the roof and Eddie’s struggle to put the letter in its proper place.

“Still feels weird sometimes, doesn’t it?”

“Huh?” Steve says lamely.

Eddie chuckles and slots back into space beside him, shoulder-to-shoulder and knee-to-knee.

“That it’s all just … over like this? That we’re here and get to do all this boring, normal stuff like baking cookies and putting up lights and celebrating Christmas?”

One of his hands finds Steve’s knee - a light, reassuring touch.

We’re here.

We’re both here.

“Dunno,” Steve shrugs. The sky is turning dark and Hawkins is spreading out under them, a sea of twinkling lights slowly coming alive. “I like normal.”

I wanna do a million normal things with you, for a hundred years. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of it.

“Yeah,” Eddie hums, a low and content sound that Steve feels in his own body, close as they are. “I'm starting to get the appeal.”

Then, before Steve can say or do anything stupid, he bends down to retrieve something from somewhere by their feet. He reemerges with a toothy grin, a plug and an extension cord.

“Okayyy, let's get these babies lit up, shall we?”

Steve turns as the neon lights flicker to life behind them, basking them in their glow and-

“Oh,” says Eddie. “Whoops.”

The words sparkling down at them, bright and cheerful for all of Loch Nora to behold, read MERRY SMAX.

The laughing fit hits Steve so hard that, this time, Eddie needs to grab him before he can fall off the roof.

“You asshole,” he wheezes into the leather of his jacket. “You did that on purpose!”

Eddie gasps through his own laughter, tries to put on a serious face. “What? Stevie, you wound me! What do you take me for? A troublemaker? A fiend with no respect for the honored tradition of this fine, Christian holiday?”

His eyes are large and round with mock-offense, Santa hat flopping around with the force of his own laughter, face alight with that gorgeous toothy grin of his. He’s ridiculously pretty, so fucking pretty with the lights twinkling all around him and Steve’s brain just sort of short-circuits. Not for long. Just for a second.

Just long enough to lean in and press his lips to Eddie’s.

When he pulls back, Eddie isn’t laughing anymore. Instead, he’s staring at him, mouth aghast and eyes wide.

“Shit,” Steve blurts. “I mean- Sorry, I dunno what that was, I-”

Something flickers across Eddie’s face, something needy and raw.

“I’ll show you what the fuck it was,” he growls and pulls Steve back in.

This time, it takes the blare of the fire alarm from the kitchen to break them apart.

MERRY SMAX, everybody!!!

Part 3

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ninapi · 1 month

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Better Half ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: Nobara forced Yuuji to stop by a food stand every time they came back from a mission. The girl working there always entranced the youngster, causing his teammates to tease him more than usual. An odd encounter brings her a little too close to Sukuna who ends up just as smitten as his counterpart with the young beauty. Which half will get her heart? Only time will tell.

Word Count: 2381

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Old sweet Nobara…

She might be a good friend, sweet, loving teammate, yeah all that and more…but Yuuji had reasons to hate her, as much as he had reasons to love her.

Nobara loved the colorful streets of Tokyo more than anything in her life, she lived for the very little time she had to indulge in the magic of the alleys, though, every time they came out of a particularly tough mission, she would beg her loving teammates to stop by her favorite crepe stand.

“Oh c’mon! Like you don’t like going there as much as I do…More even…”

“I beg to differ…” Megumi plopped on a near by bench hoping that would stop her from walking any further.

“Ok, maybe you don’t. Cuz you’re a grandpa. But Itadori is a different story, isn’t it mate…?” her suggestive smirk made Yuuji uncomfortable to say the least.

“I mean…their crepes are really nice…so fluffy…and…flavorful…” his voice was low, so much more than his usual boisterous one, it was comical.

“Oh yeah, fluffy…definitely…” this made his cheeks turn crimson, his fidgeting getting in Megumi’s nerves.

“Gotta pee or something?”

“NO!”

“He’s just eager to see his lovely crush.”

“So he does like her, huh? I guessed as much to be honest...” heaving a defeated sigh, he got up from the bench being the one leading the team now on their way to the delicious smelling food stand.

“W-where are you going Fushigoro?!” Yuuji trailed after his friends that were currently sharing a mischievous grin like a lost little baby duck.

“Kinda hungry, man…”

“You should try the chicken one, it blew my mind…”

“GUYS! Can you stop for a second?”

“Of course not.”

The sigh that left the pink haired male made them burst into a flush of evil laughter, his sad puppy eyes and frown making him look adorable which just made it all worse for him.

“Aw, baby Itadori needs a hug. Shall we communicate his needs to the cute lady crepe chef?”

“Her name is (Y/N).”

“What? How do you know that Fushigoro? Do you like her too?”

“Too, huh? She has a name tag you moron…”

“Oh….really? I mean…”

“You mean to say you haven’t even glanced at her boobies? Wow, this is worst than I thought, I think he’s in love~” Nobara skipped her way over to the stand, dramatically moving her hands as she was a maiden in distress.

“I hate her…” his puppy eyes turned watery as he shared a look with Megumi.

“Nah…you don’t. Let’s catch up before she really tells her to hug you-“ he hadn’t even finished his sentence when Yuuji was already behind Nobara, a desperate look on his face.

“Ugh, HI!” a high pitch little scream left him, making him even more flustered, your cute giggles making him feel ridiculously happy for some reason.

“Hi~ You want the usual?” He had a usual? He realized he’s never really ordered anything, he just stares at your face from the moment he arrives until he leaves.

“Sure! It’s the best flavor ever!”

Nobara looked up with a raised eyebrow as she adds his order on the screen, “Strawberry cheesecake?”

Is that what he always ate? It was certainly good, girly as hell, but good. “Yeah, I mean is so fluffy, you should try it too, Kugisaki.”

“If you say so, I’ll get one of those then. How about you, Fushigoro? Chicken?” he just nodded, staying silent in the background assessing the situation from afar. He noticed how you’d smile at Itadori a tiny bit brighter than you did to Kugisaki, your pretty eyes sparkled so much that it made him blush, and that, was weird.

Your hands brushed Yuuji’s when you handed him his crepe, then placed the other two in a carrier and gave it over to Nobara. It was very unnecessary, yet you seemed to know how he’s always so hungry and eager, like you knew he wouldn’t wait until he arrived at a place to eat it peacefully, as if he was dying to bite onto it as soon as possible.

And right you were, his first bite was something else… his nose ended up full of wiped cream and that dorky smile of his full of crumbles.

You didn’t have to do anything about it, but you did. You leaned over the counter window and got it off his face with a wet tissue, the adoring smile you had on your face not easily missed by both of his friends.

“Sorry to break the lovey-dovey moment, but Gojo-sensei is waiting for us. We must eat them before he finds out we’ve been eating sweets without him.” she grabbed onto Yuuji’s elbow, dragging him with her like a dog on a leash.

“Ugh…(Y/N)! Thanks! It’s as good as always and I’m so clean now! Feels great! You're the best, your boss should give you a rise or something!”

“Oh for fuck sakes…shut up Itadori…you're embarrassing...”

He was now being dragged away from you by both of his embarrassed friends. His smile though, never leaving his face, just like yours didn’t for the rest of the day.

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“You went where??” Gojo was pacing back and forth in the classroom, lack of sugar being pretty evident in his current behavior making them feel even guiltier.

“We just made a little pit stop on the way, gotta eat too, you know?"

“You didn’t just make a ‘pit stop’…you went to my favorite crepe stand…and didn’t bring me anything….you’re such a soulless bunch of brats…it’s unbelievable…I’m so good with you all and you just…” his sulking increased even further, making Nobara giggle.

“You’re such a drama queen, sensei…”

“King, you mean. King of the world~”

“Ugh, I’m out of here…”

“So what’s wrong with Itadori?” stealing the last bit of his defenseless student’s crepe, Gojo sat on his chair, feet resting on his teacher desk.

“He’s in love…with an older woman…”

“She’s not an older woman!” the little snarl he gave Nobara was one that would rival a feisty tiny chihuahua, but it gave Gojo a pretty good idea of how serious this whole thing was.

“So, who’s this older woman?”

“The crepe stand girl.”

“Oh, ok Itadori’s right, she’s not an older woman…maybe a couple of years older than you at most. She’s a part-timer I believe.” the look in Yuuji’s eyes changed immediately, turning into a soft dreamy one.

“Though, you might want to keep yourself at bay, Itadori. Must I remind you the king of curses lives within you? Just thinking of sweet little (Y/N) being in danger makes me feel sick…” his words were harsh and made Yuuji recoil, he knows this, all too well, but there was no need to worry as much, is not like he was planning on confessing or something.

Without giving as much as a reply to his superior, Yuuji just left the classroom and hid himself in his own room for the rest of the day.

It was so frustrating to him how he couldn’t even have a crush, how much this curse has affected his life and how much he sometimes wished he would get to be a normal teenager once more.

To make things worse, Sukuna has been listening all this time…

Falling in love made Yuuji weak, his defenses were slowly disappearing and his mind was just somewhere else, the perfect timing to go for a little ride.

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Another mission came along the next day, it was an easy reckoning one, over after an hour or so, there was no excuse to go for crepes and for that Yuuji was grateful.

However, Sukuna himself had other plans.

Yuuji’s depressed aura as they walked past the street you worked at was the final push necessary for him to take full control of his host’s body.

“Itadori, how about we get some ice crea-

Itadori?

Fushigoro…Itadori’s gone-“ looking around desperately there was no sign at all of their teammate.

“What? What do you mean gone?” turning around just as desperate, all he could see was a dust cloud, proof he had been there not long ago, but not just of that, but also of the fact that he had left at an incredible speed.

The amount of cursed energy coming from down the road overwhelmed the young sorcerer, his face paling instantly. “Kugisaki….Sukuna…he’s…he’s here…”

“Tch, of course, he loves coming out when Gojo-sensei isn’t here…What do we do now?”

Megumi’s face was worrying her, he’s not someone to show fear easily, it also meant he had no clue of what to do next and she wasn’t great at this sort of impromptu life saving plans.

“What’s wrong, Fushigoro? Is he going too far this time?”

He just nodded, swallowing his anxiety down, “The crepe stand…”

Now that was playing dirty…he would for sure harm you if that meant getting full control of Itadori’s body, the perfect token for blackmail.

With a frown and unshared words, both ran towards the direction emanating the ridiculous amounts of cursed energy.

Though, what they found at the scene was beyond their expectations.

You were leaning on the window, like you usually do to get closer to Yuuji, like if nothing was out of the ordinary, like he didn’t have a completely different appearance and voice, making Megumi frown with distaste.

While he was fully concentrated on your safety, Nobara had her eyes on Sukuna. Saying his demeanor was odd, would be an understatement.

His smirk was wide, his eyes mischievous, his elbows were leaning on the same windowsill as you were, his face inches from yours. “My lovely angel, would you be willing to go to the depths of hell with me? I mean, hypothetically of course…” his words made you giggle and blush.

In all honesty, you did notice the change, though you didn’t question it much, is not like you had knowledge of curses, therefore the idea of your crush being possessed by an evil curse never crossed your mind.

“Is hell a nice place?”

“It isn’t. But I would make it comfortable for you if you do agree to come with me…”

Megumi’s blood ran cold and without thinking much he grabbed Sukuna by his elbow pulling him away from you, “Itadori…you’re scaring (Y/N)…”

Truth is, he wasn’t though.

You had a delighted face while talking to him and the flirting has been mutual the entire time.

While Yuuji’s real and sweet persona made your heart skip a beat with his cute shyness, Sukuna’s assertive and even commanding self made your knees weak.

You didn’t really understand his change in demeanor and you even considered him having double personality, but the truth was simple, you liked both sides equally, and didn’t mind one bit if he indeed had it, he at least seemed to remember you in both states.

But you went along with Megumi’s act, as he looked quite disturbed and worried, he did know him better than you after all.

Megumi’s words seemed to stir something inside Itadori, his eyes switching from a harsh scowl to a soft worrying misty look. He was struggling to gain control back since he really didn’t want to harm the woman he loved and he knew very well what Sukuna was capable of.

“What are you talking about, brat? You like this side of me much better, don’t you gorgeous?” his playful wink made you swoon, causing Itadori’s stomach to sink just a bit.

“I like every side of you. Though, why the face painting? Are you guys performing art students?”

“Something like that…now If you excuse us, we won’t be getting any crepes today, we need to take him home, he needs a bit of…ugh…rest.”

“Think about it babe, alright? If you so wish to, I’ll make you my queen.”

After his last statement, Yuuji finally managed to wake up and gather his bearings, he felt like crap and had no energy left within his body. With an arm around each of his friends, he was able to get back to the academy in one piece, though, his heart had taken a harsh blow.

You liked Sukuna…but you also liked him?

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bro-atz · 4 months

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a virgin's dream

in which: jinsik has even more to learn (wink wonk)

pair: idol!jinsik/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

content: smut, first time sex, sofa sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up irl!), slight cockwarming?, completely consensual!

author's note: as promised, here's the second part to virgin!jinsik because we definitely developed further than just the bj @eyeryis

tag list: @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! part one | part two

“Baby,” you told Jinsik as you wiped your mouth and stood up. “I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move.”

“Huh?!”

And with that, you disappeared, leaving Jinsik all sorts of flustered— there he was, naked from the waist down and covered in his own cum. He was panicking internally for about two minutes before you returned. You saw tears prick his eyes and immediately cupped his face, your thumbs wiping the corners of his eyes.

“Where’d you go?” he said, his voice cracking.

“I just wanted to clean my mouth because I wanna kiss you, but I didn’t wanna gross you out since I just gave you a blowjob,” you explained calmly.

Jinsik blinked at you. He never thought about something like that, and he was honesty kind of grateful you did because, you were right, it would have grossed him out a little. You smiled at his adorable face and placed a light kiss on his lips. Jinsik closed his eyes and kissed you back, his nose rubbing against yours slightly as your kisses intensified.

The kisses were nice and all, but to be honest, Jinsik desperately wanted to keep going. He wanted to make you feel good now.

“Y-Y/N, um,” Jinsik stuttered as he leaned away from you slightly. “Please, can we, uh… Can we go further? Can I…?”

“Are you sure? We don’t have protection…”

Jinsik’s eyes trembled as they went wide. He didn’t even think about that. You could see all of the emotions in the world cross his face as he tried to gauge the limited options you had, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. You kissed him lightly and whispered, “Baby, it’s okay if you want to do it. We can do it without protection.”

“A-are you sure? We don’t have to if it’s—”

“I’m sure. I want this as much as you do… I don’t think I’ll be able to curb my lust otherwise. I’m on the pill, so it should be okay.”

Jinsik hiccuped as he replied, “Oh-okay.”

“Only this one time though, okay? We should be safer the next time.”

Hearing you say that there was going to be a next time lit a fire within him. He got so excited that he felt like he was about to jump over the moon or something at that point. Then, his brain died— you started stripping.

You stripped right in front of him, and you stripped so slowly, giving him a tiny little show in the process. This was his first time, after all, so you wanted to do his first time justice.

Jinsik had never seen you naked before, and while you did look somewhat like what he had imagined at some point, he was still not prepared for what you had coming for him. His eyes couldn’t help but lock onto the matching bra and panty set that you (thankfully) wore that day, and he was about to drool just looking at you, just staring at you.

You noticed his dick slowly harden the longer he stared at you, prompting you to tell him softly, “Baby, do you wanna kick your pants off for me?”

It was almost comical the way Jinsik listened to you so fast. His pants went flying into a corner of the room, and his eyes glinted eagerly at you. You straddled him and sat gently on his lap, his rock hard cock pressing against you. It was when you placed your hands lightly on his shoulders did his jaw completely drop.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N, my love…” he murmured, making your face flush pink.

Jinsik’s hands rested on your waist as you brought your lips to his to place a light kiss. Your kisses deepened, and Jinsik’s hands rubbed along your waist, his fingers aching to feel the softness of your skin, making you moan slightly into his mouth. Jinsik felt his dick throb painfully the more you turned him on, and it took everything in him to keep it together just so that he wouldn’t fully obliterate you.

When you stopped kissing him, he let out the most adorable whine that made you, too, want to fuck him fast and hard. But, the reason you kissed him, was so that you could pull his shirt off, revealing his toned torso— and that’s when you realized you actually had never seen your boyfriend naked before until that moment. You were honestly very surprised to see how toned he was, but then again, he was constantly practicing, and his arm muscles were already insane as it is, so why would you expect any less from the rest of his body?

“Oh, God, Jinsik,” you inhaled sharply. “You’re so hot… I don’t think I can control myself.”

“Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” Jinsik responded softly. “Have your way with me, and teach me, please.”

“Okay, then… Take my bra off for me.”

Jinsik promptly did as you asked— well, it took him a second because he was confused by how hooks on a bra worked, but when he figured it out, he pulled at the center of your bra and immediately pulled it off you before tossing it aside haphazardly. The second he got one look at your bare breasts, he nearly drooled and his eyes nearly bore a hole through them. His hands, which were frozen on your waist, moved to your chest with your guidance, and immediately, the boy knew exactly what you wanted him to do.

At first, Jinsik squeezed and kneaded your breasts delicately, but after a few seconds of that, he brought his lips to your nipple and left a light kiss before fully planting on it and sucking painfully on it. Your back arched and pushed you further into him the harder he sucked. Jinsik, as unexperienced as he was, knew how to suck your tits and he knew how to suck them so fucking well because you were steadily losing more and more of your mind. You clung to his shoulders and let out light, raspy moans while trying to make sure you didn’t dig your nails into his skin— you didn’t want to hurt him just yet since it was his first time.

“Baby,” you whispered in between sweet moans. “I want you inside me.”

Blood rushed to several places in Jinsik’s body when he heard you utter those words. He looked up at you, his eyes blurry and dazed as he gave you a slight nod. Sitting up, you moved your panties to the side, positioned him at your entrance, and slowly sat down.

Jinsik wasn’t absurdly large or anything, but he still stretched you out, and he was long enough for his cock to go deep inside you. You gasped and bit your lower lip, leaning your head back as you remained seated and fully savored the feeling of your boyfriend’s cock filling you up.

Meanwhile, Jinsik was seeing stars. He felt like your pussy was molded just for his cock, and was obsessed. His thoughts were getting dirtier by the second, and he desperately wanted to speak his mind.

Your pussy is so hot that I feel like it’s going to melt my fucking dick off.

But, Jinsik couldn’t bring himself to say that. Those kind of words were not in his gentleman’s dictionary. So, instead, he said softly, “You’re so warm, baby. Oh God… I’m melting.”

You brought your head down and looked at him, his eyes half-lidded, and a woozy smile on his face. You felt his hand move from your waist to the back of your head before he guided your head down, his lips meeting yours gently. He kissed you softly, his other hand gripping your waist with a sense of urgency.

Jinsik wanted to be patient. He wanted to take things at your pace, but fuck, he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to see the way your body moved as you bounced up and down on his lap. And, again, he wanted to vocalize these thoughts to you, but his mind was all over the place.

Luckily, you read his mind and said, “I’m going to start moving, okay?”

He gave you a slight nod and moved his hand back down so that both of them rested on your waist. You clung to his shoulders as began to raise and lower yourself at a slower, steady pace, immediately making him moan. He held onto your waist tightly, unintentionally making you clench, causing him to groan in pure bliss.

It wasn’t until you sped up did Jinsik realize that he was not going to be able to hold out the same way he did when you were giving him the blow job. He was already breathless and letting out breathy signs and moans the more you bounced.

You moved your hands to grip onto the back of the sofa, allowing you to bounce your ass rapidly on his lap, his length nearly hitting your cervix in the process. You couldn’t help but let out little cries every time your waist hit his lap, and your cries turned into loud moans when you felt Jinsik thrust up, his waist slamming into yours as he met you halfway.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good— I can’t hold out much longer,” Jinsik said through gritted teeth as he leaned his head back and pressed it against the sofa cushion.

“Cum inside,” you said while panting.

Jinsik responded with a meek nod, his eyes squeezed shut as he did his best to hold out. It was when you held his face and kissed him passionately did his entire body tremble. He pushed your waist down and kept you there as his cock twitched and shuddered, his cum spurting and filling you up entirely. The two of you were breathless as you remained seated, his cum slowly starting to dribble down onto his thighs.

Just as you were about to get off his lap, Jinsik moved you so that he was pinning you down on the sofa, his cock still deep inside you. You stared at him with wide eyes, his eyes dark and lustful gazing right back at you.

“We’re not done just yet, Y/N,” Jinsik said, his voice low.

You felt your fingers and toes tingle with excitement upon hearing him say that. You wordlessly wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he gripped your waist again, preparing to move.

“How are you still so tight?” Jinsik gasped as he slid his dick back and forth inside you.

The sound of his waist hitting yours echoed in the room as he moved slowly but powerfully. You grasped his hair tightly in your fists, moans and gasps leaking out of you like anything. You bit your lower lip to try and keep your noises to yourself, but Jinsik didn’t like the fact that you were biting on your lip so hard that you might’ve actually started bleeding, so he pressed his hands against the sofa right above your shoulders and lowered his head to kiss you, his lips enveloping your lower lip.

Jinsik’s gyrations got stronger, causing you to moan against his lips. Jinsik felt his orgasm approaching once again. He pressed his lips against yours even harder, his cock pushing further and further into you with each thrust. You saw stars flood your vision when he went so far deep and tapped your cervix with the tip, and you moved your head away from him and cried out as you came, your knees and thighs shaking as the wave of pleasure overtook you.

Seeing you on cloud nine because of how well he fucked you made him elated, but it also made him unable to hold his own load yet again. Groaning, he slammed his waist against your buttocks and came in you again, his hot load warming you up.

Moments later, Jinsik collapsed on top of you, his face buried in the nook of your neck. He was still inside you as the two of you shifted and laid on your side, his arms wrapped around your waist as you rested one on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head. His face moved from your neck to your breasts, his nose pressed in between them.

“Mmm, baby, that was amazing,” Jinsik mumbled into your skin.

“You liked it that much, huh?” you asked with a tiny giggle.

“It was perfect. Perfect, just like you.”

You felt your face heat up with his compliment. He looked up at you with the most precious, content smile on his face, his arms hugging you closer to him. You pressed a light kiss against his forehead.

“Baby, I think we should get cleaned up before the guys get home,” you said softly.

“They’ll be out for another hour, Y/N. Let’s just stay here for a bit…”

“No, they’ll be back in about twenty minutes.”

“…We fucked for that long?”

Jinsik looked at you with wide eyes, making you do your best to stifle a laugh. You nodded in response, the boy immediately pulling out and sitting up. He grabbed tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table and cleaned you up first before cleaning himself, his hands moving quickly and hurriedly.

“Let’s take a shower, Jinsik,” you told him.

“T-together?” Jinsik’s face started turning red.

“Yes, together. We don’t have that much time left before they get here.”

“How was it?” was the first thing Minjae said to you and your boyfriend upon returning to the dorms.

“How’d you know?!” Jinsik exclaimed, mortified as he thought Minjae was talking about the fact that the two of you had sex.

“…You told us you were going to watch a movie with Y/N?”

Jinsik’s face went bright red. You cackled and responded, “We ended up watching a drama instead. It was good.”

You felt Jinsik’s eyes land on you and smiled as you gazed into his eyes.

“Really good.”

#bro <3 dave #broatz #xikers #xikers jinsik #ham jinsik #jinsik smut #jinsik x reader #ham jinsik xikers #jinsik xikers #jinsik xikers smut #xikers jinsik smut #ham jinsik smut

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disco meshi au rambling below major spoilers for both disco elysium and dungeon meshi (only up until chapter 62)

BARKS anyways i was suddenly hit with a pang of "extremely normal about harry du bois" and thinking about the idea of harry being a former dungeon lord in this au

i'll copy-paste a bit of the rambling i did in tags (and clean them up) to catch you all up to speed

- ok so maybe harry + kim won't go dungeoneering on their own but maybe they were sent to investigate dangerous dungeons and sent to make sure those aren't threats anymore (kind of like the canaries) - maybe harry had become a dungeon master at some point and the part of him that was eaten was his memories. - GODD dungeon master harry is kind of giving me grief though. can you imagine what he would count as his perfect life. can you imagine when the illusion starts to fall apart and he's accepted that he will be consumed? but he doesn't get to die. that's his curse.

i have like several ideas on what things would be fun to explore in the au and one of those ideas is harry and kim being assigned to maintain the safety of a dungeon which just so happens to be: the dungeon that harry used to control.

(note: i do not remember that well what happens to a dungeon after the dungeon lord has been dethroned. iirc it does still stay there so OOF. imagine traversing to a dungeon and seeing things that should be familiar to you but you just cannot remember anything. it hurts when you look at it, but what did it mean to you?)

i just think that harry after being left, now an even more broken man than he ever was, being granted this false escape from his situation in the form of his deal with this demon. the kingdom he's built inside the dungeon, what if it was just a home. what if it was just a home, like any other home on the surface. surrounded by trees bearing apricots. what if it was a humble home for him, his wife, and their unborn children. what then huh orz

and then i thought: "hey now, didn't dolores have a line that LITERALLY had the words, "i will eat your mind"?" and then --

Dolores Dei: "... it was *a hundred million years ago*. I was someone else then -- filled to the brim with love for you. Hanging on your every word. Oh Harry, you were the *coolest*... But I am no longer that person. This..." She points to herself. "... has taken her place. It will devour you. Harry -- I will eat your mind."

COME ON. MAN. DO I EVEN HAVE TO DO ANYTHING HERE ORZ

thinking about. the demon manifesting as this monstrous amalgamation. if i think of a better animal than lamb that symbolizes what dolores dei represents then i'll change it but MAN.

anyways. thinking about this comic ryoko kui wrote and thinking about the dungeon as a metaphor for addiction. thinking about a demon that devours and feasts on a person's desires until there is nothing left of that person and thinking about the pale that slowly grows and expands and turns everything into nothing at all. MY BRAIN ISN'T WORKING ANYMORE SO I'M SORRY IF I CAN'T EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS MORE COHERENTLY. HELLO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME DFGDHJK

also, i think dora is an elf from a wealthy family in the au. just another layer of arghhhhgghgh to add above everything else. another reason why her family doesn't like harry is because he's from a short-lived race.

#den off the shits DFGHDJ #if u dont care abt spoilers or have no interest at all in this. i also drew a very neat drawing of a demon if u want under read more pfttt #disco meshi au #sunnysidedisco #sunnysiderambles #cw gore #tw gore #starry don't look

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frenshushutoast · 11 months

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how you met dokyeom

tags: first meeting, pre-relationship, fluff, gn!reader x dokyeom, non idol!reader x non idol!dokyeom, they're university students, fluff word count: 670 words notes: this is unedited and i did get a little carried away but, i hope you like this!

you were late. like, ridiculously late.

you woke up ten minutes before your lecture was meant to start and you had to get ready in record time, sprinting to class in a whirlwind of absolute panic. you hated being late, hated walking in to everyone's eyes on you and awkwardly taking your seat. your anxiety could not handle that. not today.

you were a mess, too. you found out that there was a bright electric blue toothpaste stain smeared on your cheek by checking yourself in a stranger's car window. you just let out a long, lamentable sigh and continued your run to campus, determined to get there on time. or at least just not embarrassingly late.

you still didn't want to let a bad morning make your whole day bad– you could go and get your favourite cookies from the campus coffee shop later and maybe get some work done, too. the day doesn't have to be bad, you decide. surely nothing else will happen and you'll get to your lecture smoothly–

it was right when you firmly decided to turn a new leaf that you ran straight into a man with a surprisingly hard chest.

"oh, fuck–" the man crouches down almost instantly to pick up the book you hadn't realized you dropped because wow, this man was beautiful.

you come back to yourself after seeing him picking up your books and mumbling apologies ("wow, i'm sorry, um. i really wasn't watching where i was going! i guess hannie-hyung was right to say i should stay away from sports...")

he straightens up and hands you back your book, apologies fading when your eyes meet and you shake his (unfairly warm and very big) outstretched hand. you realize that it's probably weird that you haven't said a single word and only stared at him like he was some kind of angel this entire time.

he probably was, faces like that don't just happen.

"um–" you clear your throat, clutching your books closer to your chest nervously. "it's not your fault! thank you...?"

he gives you the warmest smile you think you've ever seen in your whole life, corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it. you positively melt at the sight of it. "seokmin! what's your name?"

you can't help but smile– you quickly realize that he must just have that kind of effect on people. like the personification of standing in a warm patch of sunlight on a cold day. "(y/n)!"

"(y/n)..." he says the name like he's testing it out in his mouth. you find you quite like the way he says it– you kind of want to hear him say it all the time. huh. "why were you in such a rush anyway, (y/n)?"

"oh i–" oh. right. right. "wait. i have a lecture to get to!"

you check your watch, eyes widened almost comically. seokmin gestures to your textbook and says: "professor song?"

you look up, momentarily distracted. "uh, yeah? how'd you know?"

you huffs out a little giggle. "your textbook! his lecture was cancelled today, you know."

your shoulders droop, eyes furrowed in confusion as you dig your phone out of your pocket, mumbling a low seriously?

sure enough, there was an email from five hours ago alerting you that the lecture was cancelled. "oh."

"yeah, 'oh', but..." you look up to see seokmin grinning at you, head tilted to the side slightly. his voice turns the slightest bit shy when he says, "do you want to get coffee instead? there's a coffee shop near here."

suddenly, the fact that you had sprinted out of your apartment this morning for a cancelled lecture doesn't seem so bad. at all.

"yeah! yeah, i. i would really like that, actually."

the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit red and his eyes sparkle–your heart feels like it's blooming when you walk alongside him; words littered with smiles that hurt both of your cheeks and quiet, shy giggles over warm coffee.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt scenarios #svt fluff #svt writers #svt fanfic #seokmin x y/n #seokmin fluff #dokyeom #dokyeom scenarios #frenshushutoast writes

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foolsocracy · 10 months

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Do you have any fic recommendations? I've just read the open road and other anesthetics, which was good, but I'd love more Noir content.

oh boy do i

Here are a few fics i have on hand! If I have time or stumble across more, I can make another post/add to this one. Heads up, the open road and other anesthetics is pretty light hearted and these probably will not be. so say vigilant LMAO (its noir, ya know?). If you wanted more spiderverse centric fics rather than noirverse let me know i'll see what i can pull together.

Burning Matches by HopelesslyLost (complete) 344,746 words

Cant have a Spider Noir fic rec list without the gospel itself. Definitely on the whumpier side, lots of "this guy can never catch a break huh" but very good! Takes the noirverse and makes it so so cool. I pull a lot from this fic. Great stuff Its a post ITSV setting and features a great deal of everyone but Pete is def the focus. The spider gang is trying to get back together, but when they get to Noir's world things don't go as planned. Heavy on the found family. Heavy on the angst. Love Noir's relationship w/ Miles' parents

The Wind Follows by HopelesslyLost (incomplete) 99,501 words

Goes along with Burning Matches as a side story of Pete infiltrating the KKK to get them tf out of NYC. Very heavy handed on the angst. Even whumpier than Burning Matches. Where it stands right now, it ends on an incredibly low note, very much like Eyes Without a Face. Peter's kicked while he's down & physically incapable of getting a win. But Peter does kick Nazi ass which is always nice to see If you like the noirverse HopelesslyLost writes this is very interesting! Gotta be my fave part of this fic. I love seeing Noir Cage, Daredevil, and Tony Stark. Plus the who "cursed" situation.. mwah

i'll go back to december by snapplebee (incomplete, recently updated) 14,503 words

This fic reminds me of the open road and other anesthetics, but if it was a little angstier w/ Noir. The spider gang is hanging out for the holidays, Noir doesn't know how to fuckn relax.

Catch a Tiger by the Tail by Gruoch (completed) 40,049 words

Just finished this one today! Was very fun. It's an MJ spider-man (her POV) and a Black Cat Peter. Gwen Stacy, a dancer at Felica Hardy's place, is found dead. Her fiancé, Peter Parker, is found dead soon after. Its very much a mystery! TBH i think i was out of it reading this because a twist got me that I'm almost positive was obvious from the beginning LMAO. Slight Peter/Johnny Storm as well

Between Midnight and Dawn by Gruoch (incomplete) 14,158 words

Prequel to the previous rec. I love this one and I'd do anything to see it update again. Shows you how Peter got to be the Black Cat, he has cool run ins with the Dare Devil and Stark, all the fun noir folks. Heads up on the dysfunctional found family tag, thats for sure Peter and Felicia. But they're strange in canon anyway so its not really much of a surprise.

He Sleeps in a Town of Darkness by luckystarsandgarters (complete) 21,278 words

This is the fic i mentioned a post or 2 ago about Johnny Storm being a drag performer. I really love the atmosphere of this fic, I thought it was pulling from an offical comic thats how well it got me. This one's Pete/Johnny Storm! They're cute. Lots of focus on the gay subculture of the 30s I think.

Trust by Ackerhardt (complete) 6,989

Peter & Jean De Wolfe vs the world. Quick read in the classic noirverse. Jean is fun we should talk about him more tbh. Peter/Jean actually! Just colleged aged guys taking on crime in the city.

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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ok so im not sure if this will make any sense, but i was wondering if you had any recs for like,,,big fics

an example would be "the time before" or "a memory of eden"

fics that are multi chapter, have a long over arching plot, preferably ones that involve the whole season 1 gang (anathema, newton, the them etc.)

sorry if that made no sense!!

(oh also any sort of relationship between aziraphale and crowley is fine. i dont mind. maybe preferably fics with no smut but it doesn't matter really)

thanks!!

You’ll want to check our #long fic and #apocalypse buddies tags for more fics like this. You didn’t specify if you wanted to avoid AUs or not (because there are loads of those), so I’ve stuck to canon-compliant. Here you go...

Earthbound Creatures by IneffableToreshi (T)

In burning Agnes Nutter's second book of prophecies, Anathema and Newt discover a mysterious page that refuses to go up in flame. Atop it is written a poem which neither, at that time, can hope to understand.

Something is happening, wheels are turning, and neither Heaven nor Hell are wont to forgive and forget. An Angel and a Demon are very much in danger of losing one another.

Keep Yourself Alive by Jlocked & The_Lady_of_Purpletown (T)

The Apocalypse didn’t happen, and Aziraphale and Crowley's respective Offices have been dealt with. For now. This should be a time for celebration and enjoying their life on Earth. But it seems Heaven has a different Plan for Aziraphale, and Crowley might not be able to solve this.

Meditations on Domestic Bliss by wordsphoenix (NR)

Everyone is alive. Time for an angel and a demon to start doing some living. Preferably in close proximity and with deeper significance than the friendship previously mentioned, since feelings are very much allowed now that Aziraphale and Crowley are aligned with emotionally-driven creatures, and, more importantly, each other.

Good Endings by WyvernQuill (T)

A Narrative of Certain Events following the Ending of the World (Except Not Quite), as vaguely hinted at in The Slapdash and Not Very Helpful Prophetic Tidbit of Agnes Nutter, Witch (And Matchmaker.)

"Their lives are in horrible, terrible danger that only we can save them from!" Anathema held up the Prophetic Tidbit. "It says so. Right here." Madame Tracy peered at the page. Raised a meaningful eyebrow. "Dearie, as a woman of, well, considerable experience, I really don't think that's what 'the lyttle Deathe' means in this context..."

"Huh." Anathema squinted. Flipped the page. Read another bit. "....huh."

(Or, alternatively: Eight - give or take - matchmakers trying really, really hard, honest; two clueless ethereal/occult beings mutually pining their endless days away; and one witch, who can't leave well enough alone when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how many centuries ago she died.)

Time is the Longest Distance by Beckers522 (M)

Six months had passed since the world hadn't ended and life was good. Life was more than good. It was more than nice. Life on Earth, here in his little corner of London, here with Crowley by his side was absolutely wonderful. Until the day that it wasn't. Until Aziraphale walked into Crowley's flat to find his best friend mysteriously discorporated with both Heaven and Hell staying silent on the matter. With Crowley trapped in Hell and Aziraphale unable to reach him, the pair set off to find their way back to each other. They will have to fight against Heaven, Hell, and Time itself to make their way back into each others arms once more.

This is a full-length story based off the comic by the wonderfully talented Lei_sam. If you have not seen it yet, you need to go check it out. Link in the notes section.

Love is a Temporary Madness by Beckers522 (T)

"They'll leave us alone, for a bit. If you ask me, both sides are going to use this as breathing space, before the big one." "I thought that was the big one." "No. For my money, the really big one is going to be all of us against all of them." "What? Heaven and Hell against...humanity?"

The Apocalypse has come and gone, but Heaven and Hell aren't satisfied. They'd tried and failed to enact their revenge once. Perhaps it is time to try a different strategy.

And the two you mentioned (I assume--please include authors and/or links as well as titles!)...

A Memory of Eden by ImprobableDreams900 (M)

When Crowley gets captured by angels and dragged up to Heaven, Aziraphale knows he has to rescue him—no matter the consequences.

The Time Before by M4R4N14MH (G)

The Apocalypse is not long over and Aziraphale is looking forward to a life free of Heaven and Hell and, most importantly, full of a certain Anthony J. Crowley. That is, until reality attempts to set in again. Now Angels and Demons are being murdered, Heaven and Hell are in disarray, and Aziraphale reunites with a friend older than God Herself. Alpha Centauri has never looked so welcoming, in Crowley’s opinion.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #post-canon #post-almost-apocalypse #apocalypse buddies #long fic #mod d

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justhere4kpop · 1 year

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Dude, I Love Fishing

A few days off between comeback stages and your boyfriend wants to go fishing, he's pretty lucky you love him.

pair: Yunho x Reader

w/c: 1.3k

a/n: Just another fluffy Yunho one-shot, also the number of times I accidentally deleted this post while editing is embarrassing, anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!!! Any feedback is appreciated, and any interactions are welcomed and loved! Also ironically the use of a Seventeen song has no correlation with my recent dive into them. Also I definitely did not take or make any of the photos just used them for the header....that I did make....Okay enjoy!!!

tags: @yunbug, @starillusion13

Masterlist

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Comeback season was rough, between recording, rehearsals, outfits and fittings, photoshoots, stage testing, and shooting music videos, promos, teasers, and doing interviews…you could say it’s a full time job. Yeah, comeback season was rough, Comeback season for Ateez? Never stops, with the boys getting bigger and better every comeback it was hard to get them to sit still for even a moment, not that they would, it’s like babysitting hyperactive 3 year olds who just got told it was nap time but they “don’t need a nap they can stay up forever.” but probably less spit and more “you’re not the boss of me.”

“Wooyoung in this moment I very much AM the boss of you.” I groaned trying to get him to stop so I could hear the directions the GPS was taking us. “Do you want to get lost?!”

“We’re in Seoul! We can’t possibly get lost!” he threw his hands up in the air.

“And you know Seoul well enough that if I turn off this GPS you can get us there On Time?” I raised my eyebrow and he looked out the window. “That’s what I thought.”

“I can-!” he started

“Wooyoung-ah, please don’t torture my poor girl, I do that enough at home.” Yunho spoke up from the middle row.

“EWWWW!” came a chorus of voices.

“Not like that!!!!” he waved his hands in front of his face.

“Even I knew that one was coming Yu.” I sighed now on the receiving end of questions of my personal life.

His torture by the way is the sweaty hugs after dance practice before he showers because he just can’t wait that long to hug me, the way he lays on top of me while watching tv or a movie and I mean FULL BODY WEIGHT almost like that scene from Disney’s Lilo and Stitch where Nani goes “Oh no gravity is increasing on me!” only he does it because it’s “much more comfortable”, the endless times he’s had me read the Spider Man comics to him because he likes the character voices I make, not to mention we’ve seen every version a few times. He’s decided to cook dinner a few times only he’s wanted to experiment and try things without a recipe, which is fine, but it’s always stuff he’s never tried making before, last time he mixed up sugar and salt….again….Yeah, I would say he puts me through a few trials at home….I wouldn’t change them, in fact I kind of miss it when he’s away on tour and I’m stuck back home.

“y/n!?” Yunho called out from the kitchen. Here comes the soup popsicles again…

“Yeah?” I sighed and put down my book.

“We should take a trip!” he announced coming into the room. “Why are you closing your eyes with your hand out?”

“Huh? Oh uh….nothing. A trip? What kind?”

“Let’s go to the lake! We can go fishing! Bring the guys along and everything!”

“Fishing? Yunho you know I don’t like fishing, it’s…hard (weird)”

“Oh come on Jagiya, pleaseeeee, it’ll be like a beach trip or something, water, swimsuits, picnic!”

I sighed. “Fine.”

It was in fact, NOT like the beach, I’m covered head to toe in waterproof clothing, the most shapeless pair of waterproof overalls or waders, wellingtons, a vest with way too mant pockets, a floppy hat, and a waterproof shirt…oh and a life vest.

“You look beautiful” he smiled, I took a photo as he put on his life vest.

“You look ridiculous.” I chuckled at his outfit, it was normal…save for the Spider-man life jacket that was too small…

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“Yunho that’s for kids…” I said as we browsed our local Department Store.

“Nuh uh!!” he shook his head and smiled. “It says 5 plus y/n! I’m plus! I’m over 5!”

“I’m starting to doubt that.” I mumbled as I put it in the cart.

“Aw no way!!! Jagiya!” he called from behind me.

I turned and nearly fell over laughing, he found a pair of wayyyy too small goggles as well, he looked like one of those watermelons with rubber bands stretched around it until they burst.

“Yu, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you get those.” I snorted…never did that in my last relationship.

~~~~~

“Well good thing I don’t have to impress anyone then hmm?” he gave me that face. “Come on I’ll catch the best fish for us to eat tonight.”

“We could’ve just gone to the store.”

“But this way it’s a date.”

“Grocery shopping is a date.”

“Okay fine you got me there.” he smiled. “But it’s nice to get some fresh air during comeback season!”

“Yu….it smells like mud…”

“Earth! I love it!” he smiled. “Come on I figure we can try the boat first.”

How did I let him talk me into this?

“Yunho?”

“Hmm?” he turned towards me.

“How much longer are we going to be out here?” I looked at him. “We’ve been out here for hours already.”

“Until you catch one too.”

“I’m fine not catching one.” I chuckled. He’s caught 5…who knew he was so good at it.

“Maybe if you don’t catch one in an hour.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

We waited…he started humming….it sounds kind of familiar.

“생각처럼 쉬운 게 없네요

매일 생각해요 난 어떻게 해야 할지

도착했다 싶을 때, 다시 시작이네요

앞이 깜깜할 때도” Yunho hummed softly.

“Whatcha singing?” I looked at him.

“Just something stuck in my head.” he smiled.

“소용돌이치는 하루 속에

사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서

비어 있는 내 두 손에

세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서”

“Seventeen?” I raised an eyebrow as he got louder.

He started swaying a little.

“Yunho be careful, you’re rocking the boat.” I looked at him….it was too late.

“소용돌이치는 하루 속에

사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서

비어 있는 내 두 손에

세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서

가파른 길에 숨이 찰 때도

추운 날 길 잃은 때도

따듯한 온기와 함께 손을 내밀어주는!!!” he exclaimed standing up and what do you know the boat tipped over. “YUNHO!”

I broke the surface of the water.

“You owe me a new phone.” I looked at him after we swam back to the shore with the boat.

“Gladly.” he smiled and wrapped a towel around me still humming.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I huffed.

“I’m very lucky indeed.” he kissed my cheek but grimaced at the taste left on his lips.

“Yeah let me guess I taste how the lake smells?”

“No no just a piece of algae in my mouth…”

“I don’t believe you.” I sighed and we made our way to go get cleaned up and the boathouse.

“You know what they say, shower together and save water.”

“Are you seriously horny after tipping the boat over into a fish pond…and there’s mud in my hair?”

“What can I say…the mud really adds texture.” he chuckled.

“New phone and a new boyfriend.” I nudged him.

“Awwwwww come on.”

After I took my shower…alone. We sat on the deck to eat the lunch/dinner we brought along. I didn’t catch a single fish, I got knocked out of the boat and I lost my phone….

“You didn’t catch a fish but you caught one thing?”

“....yeah?” I looked at him knowing it was going to be bad.

“This boot!” he held up the waterlogged boot I got before he knocked us over dancing.

“I totally thought you were going to say ‘My Heart’” I laughed a little.

“Nah, you caught that a long time ago.” he smiled and pushed my wet hair behind my ear.

“You’re so annoying Jeong Yunho.”

“And you are the light of my life l/n f/n……D.I.L.F” he spelled out.

I spit. “What!?”

“Dude I Love Fishing!” he smiled and looked at me.

“Yunho! That’s not what that means!!!!” I laughed and hit his arm.

As we walked back to the car Yunho held up the boot again.

“Should we-”

“No we are not keeping the boot.” I chuckled. “We can get matching phone cases this time.”

“Well I am keeping you, so I guess I win.” he smiled. “Can I pick out the phone case?”

“Fine…you win.”

I am never going fishing again.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #my writing #yunho x reader #ateez fic #dude i love fishing #my writings #my blog #me #yunho #this took me an embarrassingly long time to post because I deleted it 3 times #also Yunho posting as I tried also posting #it was a sign.....probably a sign I need to go to bed.

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steves-strapcollection · 9 months

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💕WIP Weekend: romcom!AU💕

Okay so, I was not able to reach the word count goal for romcom!AU during the week but I still want to hit that word count SO I am extending the deadline for romcom!AU and making a WIP weekend out of it!!!

💕The Rules💕

I will post the different parts of the fic you can request snippets of

You send in an ask with the part you specifically want to be tagged in the snippet of

Each ask I receive for a snippet will equal 50 words toward the size of snippet I post.

You can absolutely send in asks for multiple sections, EVEN IF YOU SENT SOMETHING IN for WIP Wednesday. It will be ADDED to the number of words I post for the snippet!!!

💕The Parts💕

The Build-Up, Eddie POV & SFW COMPLETE

The Build-Up, Steve POV & SFW (7 requests in queue)

The Build-Up, Eddie POV & NSFW (8 requests in queue)

The Build-Up, Steve POV & NSFW COMPLETE

ADDING: The Ending of Act One >:3c (3 requests in queue)

💕A Snippet (from a completed section)💕

“Wouldn’t complain if I got to spend some of it with someone else, though.”

Eddie blinked at Steve a few times, trying to think of a smooth response, a gentle let-down. But he had nothing, literally nothing. There were tumbleweeds rolling around between his ears.

Leaning heavily on his hands against the counter, Eddie hung his head with a sigh before dropping onto his elbows and grinning broadly at Steve.

Steve’s eyes flickered to his mouth, then to each of his dimpled cheeks, and Eddie felt a swell of pride at the tinge of pink to Steve’s ears. So he was a dimples guy, huh?

“You looking for suggestions?” Eddie asked with a smile, practically vibrating at the crooked grin Steve returned.

“I was kind of hoping this really hot bartender who stared at my thighs for most of the afternoon might be interested,” Steve replied, shrugging a shoulder.

“Oh, Stevie. You should know that he isn’t as easy as his wandering eyes might suggest,” Eddie lied, jutting his chin out defiantly when Steve raised an eyebrow. “He demands to be wooed, courted, treated like royalty.”

“How would you suggest I do that?” Steve asked, eyebrows raised high and his expression comically interested, as if he was about to take notes.

“Ah ah, now would you be wooing him if I gave you all the answers?” Eddie sniffed haughtily and Steve laughed with a roll of his eyes.

“If I asked him what time his shift ended and if he was busy after, would he actually answer?” Steve asked.

“Should go ahead and try, big boy.” Eddie wasn’t sure why he was goading Steve when he could easily just say he wasn’t interested and walk away. The thing is, Eddie was weak, especially to a pretty face.

“What time does your shift end, Eddie?” Steve asked with the sweetest boy-next-door type smile, Eddie almost wanted to vomit.

“In about an hour,” he answered immediately, despite his internal scolding.

“Are you busy after?” Steve pushed, and Eddie again apparently had no control over himself.

“Nope, got nothing going on at all,” he replied while internally begging himself to shut up, to stop while he was ahead.

Steve’s grinned broadened. “Would you allow me the opportunity to woo you, Eddie?”

Eddie took a deep breath, ready to say no and move on.

“Absolutely, big boy.”

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inciting-chaos-series · 1 year

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The Night Shift: Chapter Four

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➢Summary:

You work the night shift at a local dog kennel for boarding and daycare. You love the peace and quiet of the shift, but just when you get comfortable- a few break-ins happen around town, and upper management decides to place your quiet, brooding, shift lead on the schedule with you.

☽✧ Chapter Four: Fun & Games ✧☾

-Y/N POV-

After spending all day in labs and lectures you really were not on your A game for tonight's shift. You felt completely fried- mentally and physically. Walking across campus to and from your science and math courses and arriving on time when you had barely a five minute window between them had been exhausting, and the content in the classes left you wondering if you even had brain cells left.

If you had any energy left you would try to remember to not set your schedule this way for your last semester- though the way your feet dragged as you entered the building and clocked in had you realizing it was no use.

“Damn- long day?” Liz chuckled from behind the reception counter.

“So long…” Your voice sounded defeated as it left your mouth.

“Well, good news- most everyone was picked up from boarding today- we did have one drop off though…” Her voice wavered in uncertainty as you joined her behind the counter.

“Oh yeah? Who got dropped o-”

“Just the coolest little dude ever…”

You turned to the comically deep voiced interrupter and watched as Logan walked in from the adjoining break room with a small black Shetland puppy cradled in his arms.

“Oh my god!” You swooned over the dog and cautiously approached to pet him, earning a laugh from both Liz and your boss as the puppy struggled out of Logan’s hold and into yours.

“Suppose that will make your night a bit better huh?” Liz laughed out as she gathered her things to leave. “Also… Ryder wasn't picked up from daycare today. I emailed his owners and they requested to leave him here tonight, they're aware of the charges but still need to be billed, I left it open on the computer for you guys.”

“Is this the universe apologizing for my long day?” You laughed as the puppy licked incessantly at your face.

“Guess so…” Liz smiled and shrugged as she headed out, wishing you an easy night.

“So, if you had a rough day- I’m guessing you’ll want to finish up that invoice, since you’ve got some furry company…” Logan chuckled. “I suppose I can lend you my son and get started on dinners.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh so he’s your son now? Have you let his owners know- should I send them a quick update email while I’m at it?”

“Fuck off…” His laugh was much more sincere than you expected as he waved off your comment on his way to the back. You smiled to yourself and got settled at the computer to invoice Ryder’s owners and collect payment, keeping the small puppy in your lap as he absently chewed your hoodie strings.

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“Do you drink coffee or tea?” He broke the silence between you as the dogs started to settle down from playing outside.

“Um, tea usually…” you laughed softly and gave him a questioning glance, “why do you ask?”

“I don’t know- thought I’d ask in case I stop and get us drinks again.” He shrugged as he grinned down at the puppy jumping at his ankles. He groaned dramatically as he sat on a rock and placed the small dog in his lap- chuckling as it immediately gnawed at his fingers. “Plus I don’t know much about you- and if we’re gonna work most nights together I should probably learn the basics.”

“Fair point.” You smiled and sat beside an exhausted looking Ryder a few feet from him. “That coffee was really good, especially for how cold it was.” You chuckled. “I usually get iced chais, so that wouldn't have been as ideal. What about you?”

“Well, glad I made that call then. Cause I get the same…” He chuckled. “I mean- usually I turn to- stronger drinks- but chai will suffice at work.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want any red wine stains on our clothes at work…” You teased as you pet the panting dog beside you.

“Of course not… totally unprofessional.” He laughed along and rolled his eyes.

“Well, if we're getting to know each other- umm…” you paused as you thought of good questions (that were at least somewhat professionally appropriate) to ask of your boss. “What made you get into animal care?”

“Hmm, well I’ve always wanted my own animal- but I’m not sure that my lifestyle or whatever would allow me to properly take care of one, or that I could handle it I guess… I started out just watching my friends' dogs or cats. Then I saw an opening here and figured it would be a nice place to work.” He shrugged and smiled before meeting your gaze. “What about you? I know you worked on the vet side for a while- and you were at an ER before this right?”

“That's… super cute? Sorry just- picturing you- deep voice and intimidating nature… as a pet sitter, it's strange to think about.” You laughed at the thought.

“I know… I don’t really look- or sound- the type huh?” He chuckled in agreement and you shook your head and smiled.

“But um- yeah I did. ER was really cool, I got to see a lot of interesting cases there… and working on the vet side here was nice since I still needed more experience for vet school, but both those jobs were really demanding, and I needed to cut back so I could focus more on finishing school- so this seemed perfect for me right now.”

“I'm glad…” he smiled sweetly, “-you’re smart and deserve to take the time you need to get your school stuff sorted. Especially if you have such a good plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a good plan- I mean, who knows what I’ll really end up doing.” You scoffed softly. “I never really wanted to go to college or anything but my family pressured me into it, saying I could never make it as anything without it.”

“Well that's just- not true…” He scoffed loudly.

“No?”

“Definitely not. I mean, I basically raised myself- I was never close with my family- so I don’t really understand that perspective, but school never worked for me. I ended up dropping out pretty early…” he shrugged and turned his attention back to the puppy, now falling asleep in his lap. “I mean, it’s difficult dropping out so young and being like ‘I'm gonna make something of myself someday, I’m gonna do something big-’ but it’s definitely doable.With or without schooling.” His voice softened slightly as he spoke. You couldn’t help but stare at him, almost in awe, at how much he revealed.

“I’m sorry Logan. That sounds… awful- I’m sorry you went though that…” you paused, “-but thank you. I suppose you’re right, it is difficult for sure… making a name for yourself, or figuring out what to do in life. ” You weren't really sure how to respond to such a candid response.

“Eh, that's how life goes right?” He chuckled awkwardly, carefully picking up the sleeping puppy as he rose to his feet. “Spose we should let these guys back in, everyone seems tuckered out.”

“Yeah, suppose we should.” You carefully stood as well, hoping to not rile up the dogs again as you all made your way in for the night.

-Logan’s POV-

He stayed quiet as the two of you cleaned around the building, silently admonishing himself for his loose lips earlier. He had no idea why he’d shared so much, why talking with you made it so easy to share what seemed like all the most negative things about him. Maybe he was compensating- getting it all out in the open about how he was toxic to befriend so you’d turn tail sooner rather than later.

He couldn’t help the nagging feeling of relief though, having told you a bit about himself and getting such a kind response. You probably just felt awkward, or pitied him, after all. He shouldn’t make it a regular thing.

Eventually when you both had finished cleaning, you settled in at the front desk again. He was grateful when you pulled out your notebook and binder from your bag, knowing you would need quiet to do your homework and he couldn’t run his mouth any longer. He did find it a bit funny when you asked if he minded, of course he didn’t care if you got some homework done, especially with the awkward tension in the air now. He put on some soft lofi for you and scrolled on his phone as you worked. Every few minutes or so he’d sneak a glance at your papers, instantly regretting it as he was greeted with complex molecules, chemistry equations, and the pervasive fact that you were far more intelligent than he ever considered himself.

You huffed loudly, breaking the silence as you pushed your papers away and leaned back in the chair. He turned to give you a questioning glance.

“If you’re stuck on something- I hope you aren't going to ask me for help.” He chuckled. “Because if I lock eyes with your papers again my brain will melt.”

“No, no…” He bit down on the inside of his cheek as you laughed. “I’m finished. It’s not all correct, but I’m done.”

“Ah, well good… its aura is haunting the entire room.” He chuckled, cringing away as you put everything back in your bag.

“Yeah, believe me I know.” You pursed your lips and leaned back again. “You can put on regular music again if you want… Unless you brought your laptop?”

“Fuck, you remembered that I said that?” He groaned and hid his face in his hands.

“Sure do, so when you bringin it?”

“Hmmm…” he paused, humming suspiciously. “I don’t know I feel like- if I had some dirt on you, I might be more motivated to remember to bring it…” He insinuated with poorly feigned innocence.

“Wow, blackmail- that's bold.” You giggled, he merely winked in response, a sly grin across his lips. “I guess I’ll have to think of some dirt on me then…”

The rest of the night was fairly calm. He pulled up some games on the computer for you two to pass the time, and he continued to joke with you throughout the night until it was time to clock out.

“See you Thursday I guess…” He dramatically huffed as he walked with you to your cars.

“Are you pouting about the shifts you work alone now?” You laughed as you tossed your things into your car, he smiled and rolled his eyes.

“Hey, my two to three shifts I have alone are boring now…”

“Right, because you’re such a conversationalist…”

“Fuck off…” he chuckled before pausing as he did the same, “drive safe, text me when you get home…”

He again waited until you were safely out onto the road before pulling out and heading home himself. He took a longer route home this time, opting to stop and pick up some groceries on his way- not because it would keep his mind off you or from overthinking everything he said, it was only because his fridge and pantry were barren.

After arriving home and putting everything away, he couldn’t help but feel anxious as he saw you still hadn’t messaged him. He groaned and took a swig from a new bottle of wine he’d gotten and began typing.

Logan 🐺:

Did you make it home ok?

You:

Right, sorry… forgot lol yes I did

He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

You:

Were you worried? lol

Logan 🐺:

Well yeah you didn’t text me 😤

Sorry I care if my friends get home safe… sheesh

You:

Oh so were friends now? Lmao

He laughed as he sent back a barrage of offended gifs and memes. He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d been so eager to continue a conversation.

You:

Don't be butthurt haha, I just only ever see you at work is all

Logan 🐺:

Well you're so busy with school- otherwise we could hangout

You:

Hey don't blame me- you make my work schedule, you know what days I’m off 🤷‍♀️

Logan 🐺:

Fine… fair point…

Sunday?

You:

I’ll think about it…

He rolled his eyes and sent a few gifs of graves before tossing his phone aside and attempting to wipe the ridiculous smile off his face. He knew this was likely a mistake, but he didn’t really care right now, maybe it was time to make a new friend.

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satanfeltmyobsession · 1 year

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Getting cared for by Kirishima

Eijiro kirishima x reader

Disclaimer: Cringe!!!

Tags: Fluff, cramps

“Hey y/n?!? Are you in there?” Instantly, the headache you were feeling became worse, and you audibly groaned. “Y/n?!?”

“Go away, tomato boy!” You yelled back at him, but regret it as soon as the words left your mouth. Cramps shot up your spine as you were sprawled out on the bed.

You had decided to stay in the dorms today, since you had gotten your period that night and woke up to a massacre ahem ahem, blood everywhere on the sheets No way in hell were you going to class on your first day, since that tended to have the worst cramps and headaches.

Before he created more noise, you managed to crawl out of bed, taking the blanket with you. You reached for the door and slowly opened it, one hand holding your warm compress to your stomach. “Can’t you read between the lines Kirishima, I don’t want to see anyone right now.”

Unexpectedly, before you could slam the door shut he pushed through, making sure not to bump into you. “What do you mean?” He was standing in the middle of the room now, looking back at you.

Gesturing to look around, his eyes began to trail the chaos that encompassed the room. Pain relievers, heating pads, tissues, candy, water, anything to help you rid the pain of your period was thrown about, and the more he looked the more his face began to transform into a look of horror.

“Do you get it now?” You had managed to climb back into your bed as he was preoccupied. And when you had finally snuggled back into your blankets and pillows, the tight pain in your abdomen started and you tensed up. “Fuck…” Your barely eligible mumble sounded out in Kirishima’s silence, and he hurriedly ran over to you.

“Are you alright, do you want me to get anything for you?” He asked softly, one knee resting on the bed to get closer to you, hands hovering in a panicked manner.

“Pass me that bottle of Tylenol.” Your pointer finger slouched back onto the bed, limp, after trying to point in the direction of the bottle, but thankfully he got the jest of the area it was located in. “Don’t forget the water.”

…

It had been an hour or so since kirishima interrupted your peace. After getting your medicine, he just decided to quietly sit in the corner, watching your every move. If you twitched slightly, stopped breathing for a second, or even went to go shift your pillows a certain way, he would jump to his feet and try to help you to the best of his abilities.

“You know… you could’ve left me to wallow in my own self-pity and pain.” He knew you were joking, noted with the hint of sarcasm in your voice. “But thank you for being here…” You trailed off, embarrassed.

“Of course, I'm supposed to help you. That’s what… friends… should do. And, it's the manly thing to do!” He pointed at himself with his thumbs, in that typical hero pose you would see in comics. Although he hesitated at saying the word friend, it easily escaped your mind when he goofed off.

Your chuckle that came from it warmed his heart.

“Argh this damn cramp, it’s making my body so tense…” You started to sit up to adjust the heat pad you had plugged in. When you finally got comfortable again, you looked over to where kirishima was sitting. He was scratching his head , looking down at the floor. “What is it?”

“Well… I was just thinking… I don’t know if you want me too… but if you want.” He continued to stutter, growing red as his embarrassment grew.

“What…?” You looked over at him, and that just made him more embarrassed. “If it’s what I’m thinking then—“

“OH GOD NO!” He shot his hands up to cover his face.

“A massage right? That’s what you were gonna say right?” Y/n said with a smirk

…

“Huh?” His confused gasp made it clear, he though you were gonna say——

“Oh… my… god… you thought I was gonna say s*x, weren’t you!” You started hysterically laughing, pointing at his stunned face. “Look at you, you’re adorable!” You swiped a fake tear out of your eyes, looking up at him. “Don’t worry, I know you were gonna say massage don’t worry. And yes, if you’re offering!”

He continued to glare at you as he made his way over. You also continued to laugh at him as he stalked over.

“This isn’t fair y/n!”

“What isn’t? You being embarrassed that you were nervous to say massage?” You quirked your eyebrows at him, making silly faces.

“No! That you make fun of me when… when… when I LIKE YOU!”

His eyes go wide as he registers what he said out loud. Your eyes immediately go to his, dumbfounded at what you heard.

“What?”

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Should I do a nsfw pt.2??? 👀

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bluejaysandblackbats · 2 months

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A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Cyrano, Jewish Superfam

Chapter Nine: Return of Cowboy Conner

The arrival at the Kent farm meant goodbye for Lois and Clark. They took him to the front door with heavy hearts, and Lois took Conner’s hand. “Thank you for giving us a chance,” Lois whispered.

“Wait, Mommy… You aren’t gonna stay a little while?” Conner asked. Clark and Lois went wide-eyed. “Mommy… Daddy, can you stay another day?”

“Of course, Conner. Um—. I’m going to talk to Ma and Pa,” Clark whispered before kissing his son’s forehead. “Ma! Pa!” Clark ran inside with a childlike excitement Conner hadn’t ever seen before. He giggled.

“Mommy, do you think it’d be okay for me to see Banna?” Conner asked.

“Oh, Conner. Before you see Banna, come in and have a slice of pie. Pa and I want to tell you something,” Ma replied from the other room. Lois and Conner entered the house and joined Ma and Clark in the kitchen.

Conner hugged Ma and frowned. “Is something wrong with Banna?” Conner whimpered.

“Nope. Banna’s going to be a mommy. Today, actually. That’s where Pa is right now. He’s with the vet. Banna went into labor thirty minutes ago,” Ma replied.

Conner ran off toward the barn, and Lois moved to stop him, only for Clark to shake his head. “Let him go. He should be there,” Clark smiled.

Conner sprinted across the field to the barn and took his place by Pa’s side. “Hey there, Kiddo. Clark didn’t sit in on his first calf birthin’ until he was twelve. Are you sure you want to be here?” Pa asked.

“Uh-huh,” Conner replied. Pa smiled.

“Can you go out and fetch more warm water in the pail? It’ll help Doc Paula out,” Pa requested.

Conner nodded, taking the bucket toward the house. “Ma! Ma!” Conner shouted. Ma took the pail from Conner and filled it with warm water. “Is the water warm?”

“It sure is, Conner. Hey, I made you, Doc Hale, and Pa some lunch. Can you carry it with the pail? Or do you need some help?” Ma asked. Conner grabbed the pail, weighing it as he considered her question.

“I hafta carry it with both hands,” Conner whispered, “I can come back after I get the bucket to Pa and Doc Paula.”

“No, uh—. I’ll come with you. I’ll carry the bucket, so you can carry lunch to Pa,” Clark volunteered, “I won’t go in with you, though.”

Conner squinted at Clark. “Are you scared?” Conner asked. Clark nodded.

“Calving makes me a bit squeamish,” Clark replied. Conner nodded as Clark took the pail and handed Conner the picnic basket. “Pa seem calm?”

“Mhm. Is it gonna take long?” Conner asked.

“If everything goes well, it should be four hours or less,” Clark replied, “You gonna be okay?”

“Mhm. As long as Banna’s okay,” Conner replied, “Are you mad that I don’t want to go to school in Metropolis anymore?”

“No. I understand. Conner, did you like anything about Metropolis?” Clark questioned. Conner smiled up at Clark, completely unafraid of Clark for the first time.

“You and Mommy… And I liked going to the synagogue with you. And the mole trains,” Conner answered. Clark took Conner’s free hand and chuckled.

“The subway was fun,” Clark whispered as if he were speaking to himself and not Conner. “We’re going to visit all the time. Way more than we did before. Okay?”

“Promise?” Conner asked.

They stopped at the barn, and Clark swallowed hard. “I promise. It won’t be like before. We can video chat every single day after school,” Clark offered. Conner nodded and embraced Clark.

“Gonna hold you to that, Daddy,” Conner grinned as he took the basket to Pa and returned to Clark to retrieve the bucket.

Pa woke Conner toward the end of Banna’s labor. “Hey, Kiddo. Wake up, I think it’s time,” Pa whispered. Conner looked up, watching as the doctor pulled the calf from Banna.

“Wanna cut the navel cord, Conner?” Doc Paula asked.

Conner nodded, and Doc Paula told him to wash his hands. She gave him the scissors and guided his hand. “Is it gonna hurt them?” Conner asked.

“It’s a normal part of calving,” Doc Paula replied, “Okay… Cut here, sweetheart.”

Conner obeyed and rejoined Pa. “I did it,” Conner whispered. Pa caught a picture with his camera, proudly smiling at his grandson’s accomplishment.

“You’ll hafta name her,” Pa replied. Conner’s jaw dropped. “Yeah, go on. You earned it.”

“Toffee,” Conner replied.

“That was quick. Toffee it is,” Pa chuckled, “Good job, Conner. Hey, Kiddo? How was Metropolis? Did you like city livin’?”

“Thanks, Pa… Everyone lives so close to each other in Metropolis, and the buildings are so tall. We lived on the seventh floor. Everybody looks small from the seventh floor. Then, my friend lived next door, but he was sick and couldn’t come over to play… Then—. Pa, why are some kids born sick? Daddy says it’s science, but why can’t we fix science?” Conner replied.

“Scientists can only do so much. We’re still figuring out how all of this works. Humans are smart, but nature is so complex, Kiddo. The world is full of things we don’t understand. Why is the sky blue? Why do people hate each other sometimes? Why do we cry sometimes? There’s so much we don’t understand,” Pa explained.

“I wish we understood how to make people feel better,” Conner replied. Pa nodded.

“I know, Conner. Let’s wash up. It’s almost dinnertime—.”

“Can I stay with Banna and Toffee?” Conner interrupted. Pa nodded.

“I’ll have Clark and Lois bring your supper,” Pa whispered, “And hey… I’m glad you’re home. I was short a cowboy this year.”

Pa placed his hat on Conner’s head and left him with the vet and the cows. Clark paced outside the house with his arms crossed and his hands tucked awkwardly in his armpits. “Pa! How’d—?”

“Everything went fine. Conner cut the cord for the doctor, but now he wants to sit with Banna and Toffee for a while. You should check on him, though. He looks like he’s carrying a lot,” Pa replied. Clark frowned and nodded. “How sick is that friend of his?”

“The medication messes with his memory. He’s forgetting names and faces… He couldn’t remember Conner’s name off the top of his head most of the time. Then, he sleeps most of the day until their playdate,” Clark answered, “But the big issue is his immunity problems. That’s why he doesn’t go out.”

“Do you think—? Do you know if Conner would be up for a party? We invited some of his friends to welcome him back next weekend. A few kids from the temple, a couple more kids from his school, and a few of the neighboring farmers’ kids,” Pa whispered. Clark smiled.

“He’ll love that,” Clark replied, “Hey, Pa? I think I need—. We might stick around for a while.”

Pa messed up Clark’s hair. “He’s especially hard to let go of. Isn’t he?” Pa chuckled. Clark nodded and laughed.

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brimbrimbrimbrim · 2 years

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Can you combine 38 and 13. He’s posing. 🥰

Nice combo! Here’s my attempt at a short Eddie thing. :D The prompt list is HERE for anyone else interested. <3

Title: Art School

Words: 3k

Tags: nudity, pinning, mutual pinning, jealousy, crop tops, eye-fucking, flirting, UST <3

Summary: 38. posing nude for art and 13. "Wipe that smirk off your face!"

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It’s mid-summer, on a Saturday, and the AC is out at the Munson trailer where you and Eddie would normally be lavishing your attention over the miniatures you both bought on Friday from the Neptune Comic Shop in the next town over. Instead of that, however, as stimulating as it was and would be, you’re at your place where the house is empty on Lover’s Lake and the air is chilled—though Eddie hasn’t changed back into his hellfire shirt and vest like you assumed. Seeing him throw down on the paisley sofa in the living room, a gaggle of pale skin and wild (slightly damp with sweat) brown hair, made you pop the question.

“Wouldn’t it be weird if I drew you? No… I should totally draw you. Let me draw you, okay?”

How could you not think about it when his threadbare DIO crop top, with the sleeves ripped off, was just… riding up his stomach like that??

“Like…” Eddie extends the word, frozen mid-chill over the cushions with an unlit joint perched between his lips, “… draw me how?” Did you detect a hint of suspicion in his tone as well?

You shrug, fanning yourself with the hem of your loaned Ozzy tank, having totally forgotten your long sleeve back in his room where it’d been declared a bodily hazard in the heat an hour ago; now you’re here—home—but why is it still warm in here?

“The regular way?” You supply suggestively.

“So, I don’t have to do anything?” His posture relaxes, the joint leaning against his bottom lip as he sinks into place. Saturday Eddie, especially post-graduation, part-time record store worker on a Saturday Eddie, preferred to move as little as humanly possible; hence the joint wetting against his tongue and the kicked-off Reeboks on your floor, his ankles already folded on the armrest.

“Do anything? Oh, no… I mean, you can literally lay there and touch the sky, in fact,” you rub your thumb under your chin, looking at his figure in the pale afternoon light spilling in from the bay windows, “… yeah, in fact, I would have to insist you be as stoned as possible; otherwise, you’ll just mess it all up with your jitters.”

Eddie makes a face that suggests he thought about being offended but is already bought and sold by your stoney encouragement. He fishes for a lighter out of his pocket and does as he’s told. When you make a sound in your throat, Eddie pauses, big ol’ browns aimed your way across the living room.

“Uh-huh?” He mouths.

“Sorry, just…” you lift your hand in a gesture that’s basically a raised pointer finger crooked awkwardly at his unlit spliff, “… if you could take all your clothes off first, that’d be great.”

Both his brows lift. Eddie blinks, eyes going wide in delayed surprise, and—endearingly—the joint slips off his lower lip to his chest as he swallows thick and loud.

“You… want me to…”

“Then again,” you backpedal quickly, “… I can always wait for the community center to start up their life drawing classes again—or I could ask Steve—or we could-“

“Harrington?!” Eddie bolts upright on the sofa, fumbling with the tender joint that nearly falls to the floor until he’s got it fisted in a death grip against his exposed stomach, glaring over at you in peak natural lighting that throws beautiful shadows into his horrified face, “Please don’t tell me you’ve already asked him?”

Is that jealousy in his voice?

“What? No…” You force a little laugh, remembering the absolutely shocking amount of chest hair on Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington back in the Upside Down. That would have been a bitch to draw…

“I mean, can you imagine? I might as well draw Bigfoot.”

Some of the tension in Eddie’s body dissipates as you fiddle with the hem of your tank, picking at a stray ink chip on the ‘O’ in Ozzy only to freeze, forgetting it’s not yours… but borrowed, worn on the regular by Eddie with some of his sweaty essence still hanging around the collar. A good, comforting smell that’s ripe with stale nicotine and whatever aftershave he uses (old spice, maybe) settles your nerves a little, at least enough to continue living in the sudden summer silence.

After a thick second, Eddie shifts and stands up, still staring with those doe-dark eyes swimming with blown black pupils and a gleam against the sunlight, “This is part of your portfolio, right? That… uh, the thing you’ve been working on for college?”

You nod, biting down a wry reply because if it’s not theories about the upcoming second edition of D&D, or whether Black Sabbath was better with DIO or Ozzy… or if the record store was going to finally sell some of Eddie’s Corroded Coffin tapes then it was about your portfolio. Eddie’s already posed for you before, albeit usually when he was scratch-writing in campaign details for Hellfire or passed out fetchingly on the floor after indulging in too many peanut butter and marshmallow sammiches mixed with whatever new drug he was selling that month. It won’t even be the first time you’ve drawn him shirtless, having found him sitting on the bench out back a while ago. He’d been in just his jeans after Steve accidentally squirted him with kerosine while trying to light up a barbecue…

You slow blink as a blush fills your cheeks at the memory; it hadn’t been long after spring break ended and his last year in high school began again… with the wounds from the demo bats still fresh enough to pull his skin taut in places that looked terribly painful, but also… metal as fuck.

Your gaze travels down his stomach to the hem of his jeans, where a shiny pink and puckered scar starts around the cut of his hip bone, disappearing past the handcuff belt buckle. That one had infected early on, and you’d often see him with his jeans low around his hips, adjusting fresh gauze with sharp-smelling antibiotic creams.

Lost in memories, you barely hear Eddie clear his throat. He does it again, louder, snapping your eyes back up to his. Oh, shit… you’ve been caught… staring… there… again…

“Is this where the fair maiden confesses her undying love for me after all this time?” He’s wearing a wide-lipped smirk, the joint pinched between his lips as his ring-decorated fingers rapt obnoxiously—erotically—against the front of his cuff-buckle.

“Don’t get cute, Munson,” you admonish, but it’s flimsy, and you both know it.

It’s been a year since Vecna and the bats—the Metallica show in the Upside Down that won you over as if you weren’t already in love with him before then. It’s been just as long since you kissed him, falling with his arms wrapped tight around you—falling right side up in his trailer on that stained mattress, with blood still on his lips and old tears on his cheeks… you’d grabbed him by the puffy vest collar, sobbed in stark relief and kissed him so hard Eddie laughed before fisting your nape in a shaken grip, sticking his tongue down your throat.

You haven't kissed anyone since then for fear it’ll wash away the memory of Eddie messily making out with you on the mattress as the rush of stolen life lowered both your inhibitions. It must have just been the heat of the moment—all that adrenaline needing an outlet somehow. Eddie never brought it up again… though, neither did you.

“You know if you wanted to get me naked, there’s way easier ways to do that, sweetheart.”

“That’s… not,” you rub your blushing cheek bashfully, “why do you have to say it like that?”

Eddie shrugs, looking handsome and lazy and glad to be here with you, “You blush when I flirt with you. Looks good on you. Real pretty,” his relaxed gaze widens as you look away, “... uh, n-not that you’re not always pretty… but prettier. Blushing. That is.”

You glance back, willing your cheeks to cool, but Eddie lifts the crop top over his head, throwing it on the coffee table with a brazen, nervous smile, and your soul turns into a forest fire of biblical proportions. He toes off his socks and then moves to his belt, and it’s then that you turn around—cheeks ablaze—and beeline it to your room at the end of the hallway.

“Where’re you going?” Eddie calls after, sounding like he did something wrong. Far from it, you think.

“N-need my stuff!” You squeak, slipping into your bedroom.

The gloomy, familiar contours of your bedroom do nothing to ease the burn in your face or the gallop of your heart. You’ve got about ten seconds before Eddie gets fidgety and follows you back here, so… where the fuck is your charcoal tin?! Where did you put your mother fucking confidence?! You pace, fingers in your hair, willing your breathing to settle, and as you’re on the cusp of hyperventilating, you kick something halfway under your bed with a woodsy rattle.

Your charcoals?! Yes!

“Come here, you stupid fucking-“

“Being bossy with the inanimate objects, huh?” Eddie leans against your door jam, shirtless, covered in salmon-silver testaments to last year's spring break with a light dusting of chest hair… not to mention the soft-looking line of fuzz that runs from his navel to the unbuckled belt hanging off his hips.

Fucking fiddle sticks…

“Why are you-” you freeze, bent over at the waist with your gray-tin case of charcoal in one hand and your bare thigh in the other. With eyes dialed in—narrowed at the slow, almost debauched leer splitting Eddie Munson’s kindly angular face—you huff, “Look, I told you, Eddie. It’s nothing like that, so don’t make it a big thing.”

Eddie’s grin turns to shit-eating delight as your own words ‘big thing’ sink in. Your flush returns ten-fold, realizing the innuendo you slid into the air between you without coaxing from him.

He’s good at that, you grumble, gathering your supplies off the floor to just… do something with your hands other than squirm. You give him a pursed-lipped look over some messy bangs and immediately regret your decision, nervous energy boiling over hard enough that a clean, cool sweat breaks out over your face. How can he do this to you with your own words and that charming Munson smile?

Should be criminal…

“Look, are you gonna help me with this portfolio, or are you gonna use this to mess with me? Cause, you know… I’m sure Steve wouldn’t mind dropping his stupid khakis if I asked nicely.”

Usually, that would get you a pout or some sort of ‘come on, don’t be like that,’ but all Eddie does is drop his chin, gaze steady on yours beneath unkempt bangs… and pops the button on his jeans. You swallow as he peels down the zipper and hooks his thumbs under linen and denim and…

You bite the tip of your tongue to hold down the whine as Eddie kicks off his jeans and boxers, standing stark naked in your doorway, tapping his fingers against his thighs restlessly, still wearing that fucking smirk despite the way his cheeks grow rosy and stained.

“I-I um… okay. T-thank you, Eddie.”

Holy shit. It hurts to keep your eyes above Eddie's downward-cut hips, but… you just gotta get him back to the living room and posed, and then you can look—you’re gonna need to look. Why didn’t that thought cross your mind before, like… really cross your mind?! Right now, if you get a glimpse of whatever Eddie Munson has been hiding behind dramatic hip twists, thick denim, and weighted belt buckles, you’re gonna-

“This would’ve been more impressive back at my place. It’s so fucking cold in here…”

“Uh,” Eddie actually sounds a little nervous despite the canary grin, eyes tracing around your room and settling on your messily-made bed, “Where do you want me?” Why does that sound like such a loaded question?

You double fist the paper pad and tin box just so you can point behind him down the hallway because what even is a voice box anymore? Your whole heart is stuffed in your throat at this point, and speech feels rather impossible… He hesitates for a moment before giving you twin finger guns. What a dork… He gives those fingers a wag before turning around and casually walking down the hallway, you following close behind. The logic being, the closer you are to his naked back, the less inclined you’ll be to look at his bare ass.

Just don't look, and all will be well...

This mantra follows you with each breath until your toe catches a raised floorboard in the middle of the hallway, the bane of your early morning routine, but this time it draws your attention to your feet and then back up, but your eyes don't stop, instead locking on Eddie's butt where a beholder's eye tattoo stares back above his right cheek.

“... oh, my god,” you breathe, suddenly staring right at Eddie’s sweetly pert ass as it bounces gently with each step forward. Talk about paralyzing...

“Hmm?” He moans, sending you a half-glance over his shoulder where his dark curls kiss the red splattering his cheekbone. Despite the lackadaisical flare, it doesn’t help that he seems just as flustered as you.

“I said... umm, just get back on the couch, like… whatever position you find most comfortable. I need like… an hour at least so… so, yeah, get comfy, Eddie.”

Inside, you’re melting, dying, screaming, and gnawing at your own brain, but Eddie just snorts gleefully and walks his bare fucking ass back to the paisley sofa where you’ve both shared joints, haunting silences in the wake of the apocalypse and air shredding solos from the Maiden to the Lizzy.

You avoid him and his everything as he drops back to the sofa just like before—only super fucking naked—and snatches the joint and lighter off the coffee table before you drag it across the floorboards. He gets himself situation outside your peripherals, just a long line of pale skin and long limbs painted in inky bats, dark iconography with shiny scars and dimpled bite wounds… and…

You throw some pillows from the opposite sofa on the ground in front of the coffee table and sit down with your sketch pad with an open charcoal case, knees lifted up to your chest and face covered in fresh, pulp-smelling paper.

“Pretty sure you’re gonna have to look if you wanna draw me unless you’ve thought about this so much your imagination’s just as good.”

You scoff behind the sketch pad, “You’re the Dungeon Master, not me; if anyone could draw each other naked purely from perverted daydreams, it’d be you.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, and it’s the silence that finally gets you lowering the pad, peeking over the edge as he tongues the end of a damp joint between his lips. His knuckled fingers are threaded over his stomach, rings of skull, pig, and cross, throwing up sharp pins of light across his knuckles. He’s staring with that same obscured, bang-dusted look, but his eyes are cast downward, glued over your naked legs in the denim shorts….

Your eyes wander as well, feeling less shy as his eyes trace down your calves and bare feet—you, however… Your gaze is so much less innocent… slipping down his navel where his breath rises and falls, past the trail of scattered brown hairs to the grove of wispy curls that frame the half-hard sight of Eddie Munson’s cock, leaning all pink-tipped and thick over his fuzzy thigh with a delicate sack of hairy flesh cradled beneath. He’s got one leg raised, bent up against the back of the sofa with his heel in the cushions, the other hanging off the side where his foot touches the floorboards.

Immediately, your fingers go white—death gripping your sketch pad—as a silky gush of moisture wets your underwear.

He’s… big… why is he so big?! Are they supposed to be that size?

You think back to your limited experience with men and come up overwhelmed by Eddie just laying there naked, not even fully hard on your fucking sofa waiting to be sketched like some classy french girl, but…

Oh, fuck. You can’t do this. Why did you think you could-

Your eyes widen and a little gasp leaves your lips as Eddie’s cock twitches, stiffening… growing ruddy and swollen… the sweeping lines around the tip flaring with blood. Suddenly, without thought, you lick your lips and picture shoving his hips into the sofa while sucking and slurping, licking and drooling as you blow him—siphon his soul through his dick until he’s a blubbering mess with fingers tugging in your hair and hot, salty cum shooting down your throat.

You gulp, blink and look up only to find Eddie fucking Munson with the biggest, most asinine grin on his face—the look of someone who knows he’s being ogled like… like he knows how badly you wanna worship his stupidly, perfect, fucking dick.

“Ugh, wipe that smirk off your face, Eddie! It’s not…” you bite your lip as he flicks the lighter to a hot flame, “… it’s not helping.”

Eddie lights up the joint in the corner of his insufferably attractive smirk, bends an elbow, shoves a palm behind his head, settles deeper into the cushions with a bounce of hard dick, and says on an exhale of weed, “Come over here and make me.”

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You can find me on AO3 and you can read my huge Eddie Munson/Reader fic Fortune Teller too. If ya want. <3

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end of the year book stuff tagged by @carriagelamp

How many books did you read this year?

does comic books count? if yes then i didn't count, if no then i'm pretty sure just two (but comics should absolutely count btw)

Did you reread anything? What?

i always reread servamp all the time so i can write Essays. also i reread katekyo hitman reborn for nostalgia and crossover reasons. TECHNICALLY i reread dante's inferno even though i never finished it because i'm not used to classic so i have to repeat the paragraphs before Getting it

What were your top five books of the year?

GIDEON THE NINTH!!! also Superman Smashes the Klan. the rest of the top 5 is servamp, unfortunately

Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

if i have never read tamsyn muir's homestuck fic before then it would have been her, but because i have that means she's an old fave-- oH i guess ryohgo narita counts? i knew he wrote durarara but i never truly managed to appreciate his writing until i read dead mount deathplay

What genre did you read the most of?

fantasy, duh

Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

too like a lightning by ada palmer. i keep forgetting i already have an e-book of it

What was your average Goodreads rating? Does it seem accurate?

i dont use goodreads thumbs up emoji

Did you meet any of your reading goals? Which ones?

yeah, finally reading original novels again. im trying to beat my ADHD so i can devour books the way i did during childhood

Did you get into any new genres?

new genre huh uhhhh... no. i know what i like

What was your favorite new release of the year?

i don't follow new release i just browse the bookstores and hope something speaks to me

What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

gideon the ninth

Any books that disappointed you?

i dropped a lot of books and nothing this year has disappointed me enough for me to remember their titles

What were your least favorite books of the year?

bungou stray dogs look the light novels are still REALLY well written. i also appreciate how beautiful the translation can be. but the canon storyline fucking sucks. it betrays its theme when it comes to handling abusers by making this little girl who gets physically abused by her dad as a form of discipline to look up to him as a hero because dad's a cop

What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

i don't care about something like that

Did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year (Booker, Women’s Prize, National Book Award, Pulitzer, Hugo, etc.)? What did you think of them?

i don't follow book awards either

What is the most over-hyped book you read this year?

i tried reading blue lock and it's the worst sports manga i have ever read. i can't get over how stupid the premise is. soccer is a team sport you idiot (note that this book didnt disappoint me because i never had any expectations for it in the first place)

Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

oh yeah JK Haru is a Sex Worker in Another World. I went into it expecting a cheap smutty story but turns out it's a pretty feminist narrative about sex workers and how no matter talented a woman is as long as the environment around her is aggressively and violently patriarchal those talents that would make men a hero would make women accused as demons-- but that's okay because you don't need the power to slay an entire army to change the world. sometimes, eating at a cafe in a world where women arent allowed to go outside without a chaperone is more revolutionary than magic that can burn a horde of monsters into cinders

How many books did you buy?

more than five

Did you use your library?

there is no usable library around me

What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

i dont follow new release remember

Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

oh yeh i watch them from the sideline with popcorn and all, thats crazy

What’s the longest book you read?

dante's inferno

What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book?

back when i was a kid i read three pjo books in one day. i don't do that anymore

Did you DNF anything? Why?

i read reeeeeeally slow now so it's less not finishing and more like taking long breaks inbetween

What reading goals do you have for next year?

finish gideon the ninth so i can read the next one

#yarra speaks

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