#I write things

[bebx]

Squid Game 3

anyway, guess who said fuck it and literally wrote a whole fic where one of the guards had enough and deadass told in-ho he was obsessed with gi-hun. and and and realization finally hit gi-hun and my guy went "is the front man in love with me?"

read it here my lovelies;

if I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

Relationship: Hwang Inho/Seong Gihun

Summary:

One of the Pink Soldiers has had enough and finally snaps at In-ho. Then Gi-hun comes to a rather shocking realization about the Front Man.

[pluckyredhead]

Okay hear me out: DC 10 Things I Hate About You AU. (I guess really it's a Taming of the Shrew AU but honestly fuck The Taming of the Shrew. Leave that shrew alone.)

No capes (although working capes into this somehow would be hilarious).

Bruce won't let Tim (freshman) date until Jason (sophomore) dates. He let Dick (senior) date as a freshman and it was a mistake, mostly because he had to listen to so. Much. Drama.

No one will date Jason because he is terrifying.

Kon (who has no money) wants to date Tim so Bart comes up with the brilliant idea that they get Bernard (who has money) to pay Roy (Dick's weird ex-junkie ex-friend who went to rehab for a while and isn't afraid of anything and also there are RUMORS about his BIG SECRET) to date Jason.

(The BIG SECRET is Lian. Roy is a Teen Dad.)

Bernard isn't the villain in this or anything he just has money.

Tim doesn't even particularly want to date anyone anyway. He's busy mousing around the linkfarm.

Maybe Kon and Bernard wind up dating???

Anyway then the plot of 10 Things I Hate About You happens, I don't have to explain this to you.

Damian is like 9 and a turbo brat to everyone all the time.

The "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" scene is exactly the same.

[urhouseisnthauntedurjustlonely]

the sonnet of pokotho

find innocents lost within hollow masks—

their minds are caged and mocked by past freedoms.

tried to escape, but there’s no hidden paths,

left to haunt their own bodies, skinned and numb.

performance is now wrapped in quotations—

it’s poisoned, but they’ll die in the spotlight.

a selfish guise to strike inspiration,

then learn the world’s now a stage plagued by fright.

conduct a life rotten by the sirens—

will a song be the war cry of mundane,

or will the calling of one voice fail them,

leaving them with inevitable fates?

first, ask the coward, he’ll say that he wants

for his wife to choke him while he jerks off.

[redlegumes]

Dec 8th: Dead Give Away, Innit?

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles

prompt: Idiots to Lovers | AO3: link | wc: 861 | rating: G | cw: none | tags: Wayne POV, first kiss, oblivious

Summary: Wayne is tired of Steve and Eddie, beating around the bush. It's obvious that when their 'kids' ask them to host a holiday party together they're ready for these two to get together too.

❆˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗❆

Wayne ducked his head out of the kitchen to see Eddie struggling, arms full ,trying to get through their small home’s door. He was about to help when he saw a familiar tan hand and scarred wrist help his nephew. Steve Harrington, back again.

Wayne waited a beat and then headed out after them. Eavesdropping was something he rarely did around Eddie, the boy deserved his privacy, but… he was curious what the two were up to this time. He hung back a little, listening to the young men while standing just inside the front door.

continues after the cut

He didn’t quite hear what Eddie said but he caught Steve’s reply.

“No, this time Max called.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she wanted to make sure we weren’t just ‘throwing it together’ last minute.”

“What a little ingrate,” Eddie exclaimed.

Wayne cracked the door open and watched as Steve leaned in toward Eddie, startling him into a low chuckle. “You love her.”

“You… no, you ‘Mama’ Harrington,” Eddie said, poking Steve in the chest, inches away from his face now. “You know, that’s what they call you.”

Wayne held his breath. Is this it?

Steve stepped back. “I guess I’ve got a reputation to uphold. So you better be bringing your ‘a’ game Eddie.”

“Sports ref-”

Wayne exhaled and stepped outside into the chill, Indiana winter air. Idiots. “-what’s all this now boys?”

Steve waved, and Eddie grinned before picking his gear back up. “The kids insisted we host a holiday party for them,” he huffed, loading an amp and his guitar into the back of the van.

“Yeah, very specific that we head it up,” Steve added, grimacing. “I don’t know why. I mean I’ve thrown some parties but-”

“Oh, really Stevie?”

Wayne folded his arms over his chest as he watched his boy hip check the always well groomed Harrington, slightly throwing him off balance. He also watched as the blush covered the young man’s face, and groaned lightly. The two had been fawning over each other, teasing, and then pulling back every time it looked like they might be finally getting somewhere. It’d been like that since April, and Wayne had just about had his fill.

Steve had already won him over. Harrington wasn’t given a free pass just for saving his nephew’s life, but in the following months he’d proven to be no fair weather friend to the Munsons. He shepherded those kids Eddie cared about too back and forth to physical therapy and just about anywhere else they begged him to. Steve would put on a show, all put upon, but Wayne saw the protective glint in his eye and the smile he hid every time he was ‘pressed’ to help them out. Steve was good people. But tripping over his tongue in front of Eddie was getting a little old.

Wayne suspected their extended friend group felt the same way if Steve and Eddie had been pushed to plan a holiday celebration together.

“The ‘Hair’ and his masterful party skills squandered on a lil event for a group of sophomores,” Eddie wheedled.

“Hey,” Steve protested. “And us, and Robin, she’s bringing Vickie. Jonathan and Nancy will be back in town, your DnD guys-”

“-my bandmates-”

“-both.” Steve tugged on one of Eddie’s curls. “It’s not just the kids.”

Wayne shifted his weight, fighting the urge to light up a cigarette. This has gone on long enough. “So, it sounds like you two are planning. Are the other older teens bringing anything to help out? You know, the couples other than you two. Decorations? Food?”

Steve blinked slowly. “Um, Everyone is bringing white elephant gifts. I recommended they bring snacks and drinks, but I don’t expect anyone to so I make sure to have plenty.”

“Who all is dating who now,” Wayne asked as casually as possible. If these two knuckleheads are going to keep being dense I might as well act oblivious. “I know the redhead is with Sinclair. But I never seem to know who Hopper’s kid is or isn’t seeing. And your Robin is seeing the Carmichael girl.” Steve was mouthing words without sound. Eddie had frozen where he stood. “But I suppose they wanted you two to host since you're the ones who have been together the longest and are still in town.”

Eddie’s face steadily turned bright scarlet. “What would, Wayne, what… Steve and me?”

“Aw, don’t worry none boy.” Eddie’s jaw dropped. “What,” Wayne chuckled, “was it supposed to be a secret? Jeez, you both doing this holiday get together is a bit of a dead give away innit?”

Steve’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Dustin, it was Dustin’s suggestion, and then everyone said we should…”

“Hmmm?” Wayne chose not to catch what he was saying. “Well, my two cents, if you care, is don’t get too worried about making it all perfect. Make sure you both have a good time too.” Wayne turned back to the house to hide his smile. “And don’t forget the mistletoe.”

…

Wayne parted the blinds a few minutes later to catch a quick glimpse of Steve and Eddie wrapped up in each other, kissing as flurries began to fall.

Finally.

2023 RedLegumes Steddiemas 1 2 3 4 5 6 10 SteddieHolidayDrabbles 1 2 3 4 6 8 9 10

[erbodd]

What if? - Happy New Year

This is a very short story that was inspired to me by @plusvanity 's latest fanfiction Clarity in Kerosene. I strongly recommend reading it, and especially if you want to better understand this short drabble.

The first part is @plusvanity 's part, the second is my view of what comes next.

Grabbing the bottle of wine he went out in the cold, behind the house to have a small break. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag out of it, almost wishing he could choke on the vaporous poison again. Hit after hit, a gulp of red wine followed to drown the bitterness in his soul and take away the visceral truth that he held the title for the biggest idiot in the human species.

He couldn't even chuckle at the irony of it all. One time wanting to be there for his mother to repair their broken relationship and she couldn't fucking care less.

He could imagine Olve choking on his own spit from guffawing at the hopeless pit he dug for himself in unawareness. Only if the bassist knew the tragic comedy that Kristian won with his final denial. He could almost hear his good friend calling him an underdog for choosing motherly love instead of drugs and alcohol.

But when did Olve become a good friend? 

Kristian must've been out of sync with his own personal chronicles because he couldn't find the exact moment in which he allowed the bassist to climb up in rank. What a strange anomaly . He couldn't be thinking at that clown in his most crooked and vulnerable shape.

His mind shifted focus, eventually wondering what were the others doing while he was loathing his existence, hiding from plain sight in the darkness.

They must be living the time of their lives.

The sound of footsteps muffled by snow pulled him from his thoughts. In the darkness, he couldn’t quite make out who was walking but he was certain they were getting closer to his location. Holding the neck of the wine bottle firmly, he got ready to defend himself if needed but relaxed when he recognized him.

“What in the living Hell are you doing here?” “I felt something was off with your story, so I came to check if my hunch was correct.” Olve explained, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Why did you lie to me?”

Varg noted the use of “me” instead of “us”, showing how he was the only one who counted. He still replied, not in the mood for an argument.

“It was supposed to be just my mother and I tonight. I wanted to mend our relationship but she had organized this stupid party I knew nothing about and-” “And now you’re the idiot.” “Right.” he conceded before adding : “Asshole.” “Righteous.” he snorted. “Don’t you want to escape from this?” “I do, but then I’d only be digging my grave more.” “You really think it can get worse than her ignoring you like that, and I bet, treating you like a servant?”

Olve was shooting in the dark there, but Varg couldn’t keep a straight face, meaning he hit right.

“Come on! We’re having fun and I want you to be part of it. It’s not the same without you.”

What kind of confession was that, Varg wondered. Yet somehow, it echoed the one he made to himself mere minutes ago. Maybe Olve as well had grown into considering Varg a good friend and he wouldn’t be surprised about it. Giving one last look inside the house where he clearly wasn’t missed, he agreed. Olve’s face lit up and they went back to the party together.

Varg’s arrival was celebrated and soon, Varg had a beer in his hand and Olve’s arm on his shoulders. Plenty of drinks and weed later, it was getting close to midnight. Everyone moved naturally closer to their partner, and Varg noticed Olve came closer to him, somehow as expected. They were standing by the corner of the room, where Varg had more or less retreated.

“Ready to start the new year with a blast? I feel this one is going to be really good!”

Varg simply nodded. They all counted the seconds down together and come midnight, kisses were being exchanged. Varg felt his friend leaning closer and laying his chin on his shoulder.

“I’m not drunk enough to kiss you.” Varg flatly stated. “But I am.”

Those were his last words before he clumsily grabbed Varg’s chin and connected their lips. He was smiling as they parted.

“Happy new year.” “Fuck off!”

Varg pushed him away and looked at their friends with a slight panic, but no one seemed to have noticed them thankfully.

[divider created by @sisterlucifergraphics]

[atharfi]

I made a thing! Because Big Bad Con Online happened and I came away from it with my brain on fire, and now I have to subject you all to the end result.

SPITE is a solo journaling game based on the Wretched and Alone and Breathless SRDs, and utilising the Twist mechanic from the Second Guess System. 

In this game, you're trying to defeat the creature that smiles at you from your reflection, no matter the cost. If you let It, It will eat your Past, your Present, and your Future.

Unless you eat them first. 

You can find it here on itch.io, free to download and play! If you do, I'd love to hear about your experience.

[your-sweet-silent-child]

[impossibleobservationkryptonite]

How I learned to be a better librarian, or at least how to be a professional librarian

There's a lot of stuff that they don't teach you in library school, on how to be a librarian. It's stuff that you just have to learn on your own. And the professors tell you that to an extent. But I don't know if you're like me, I didn't really believe them until I started my job. They tell you really, that this is for the betterment of becoming a librarian, but working in a library is different than learning about it in a classroom.

One thing that I learned is that, hey I can have a very loud voice when necessary. I learned that as I was yelling over the roar of the children's department "NO RUNNING PLEASE." And the kids stopped running for the most part. (I'd still say it if they kept doing it.) I also realized that you're allowed to talk in normal tones at the library. You're allowed to use a regular "inside talking voice" rather than whispers. I'm a librarian; I'm not gonna rat you out to your parents if you ask me where Colleen Hoover is (I will however give you different suggestions based on wanting Colleen Hoover books.). Just please tell it to me in a normal voice. (I also found out I sound like my older sister when I speak loudly. Which is something I'm filing away for my future therapist at a later date.)

They don't tell you how to deal with any patrons in person. Patrons are fun to interact with normally. They give you different ideas of what they want, and what they're looking for. I once got to help a patron looking for a specific photograph of the Rockettes and pizza. (Ask me about him! He's awesome!) I had to deal with a patron who was scanning her books (trying to), and would look back at me each time one didn't scan, and tell me that they didn't scan. Not asking me what to do, not asking if there's another way to do this, just telling me that they wouldn't scan. I stood up and scanned one with the library's specific barcode (she was using the ISBN barcode one), and handed it to her as it came up on the screen. She huffed and re-scanned everything. Was that petty? a little. Not too worried about it though because this was the third time she and I talked about how to scan books at the self-check desk.

You learn everything you need to know on the job. It's interesting that getting a master's is required to become a professional librarian. And it's immediate. You get thrown right in with the patrons, your coworkers, how to create booklists, how to curate passive programs. It's just interesting that this is required. I'm happy I went to library school.

I've realized that, as a librarian, you kind of just are there. You're a person who fades into the background until a patron has a question for you. And obviously, the most asked question for us is "Will you watch my kids for me while I grab my books?" That answer will always be no. Why are you leaving your children with a stranger (me. Your kids don't know me, and I don't know them. There are 50 other kids in this room, how do I know which is which?)?

I cannot stress this enough. Invest in a journal. I just invested in another one. It keeps me rather sane in the times of bootyholes and punches. It also helped with school, and me writing down ideas of stuff that I want to do at my job. So that way I don't forget and can work on it when I'm at actual work.

I also learned that your boss isn't going to tell you what you can do. I mean they will, but you can also definitely just do some of the things they don't explicitly tell you that you can't do. I started a passive program where I put all of the Where's Waldo characters taped up throughout the department, and when the kids asked about them I told them they get to rehide waldo and his friends. The only rule was waldo et al. couldn't go into trash cans nor could they go into bags going home. They also did not have to tell us where they hid them. It's been about two years, so it's about that time that I reprint Waldo and Friends and do it all again.

Scavenger hunts are your best friends. They are deceptively easy. The kids get a sticker for completing it. And they also get to see different parts of the room that they're in regularly. It helps them learn about different parts of the library, and is fantastic.

[ijustreallylovedaredevil]

a series of fics in which Obi Wan Kenobi having a disability somehow saves the galaxy

behold, my magnum opus

#1. Iviin’hiibi te Tuur- 16k, 11 chapters, complete (+ongoing bonus works)

Obi Wan has never resented the seizures he's experienced, not exactly, but he wasn't particularly fond of them either.

(And then they save the galaxy.)

#2. Uja Nejah - 34k, 28 chapters, complete

Obi Wan was diagnosed with diabetes a few months after his return from Melida/Daan. The Healers assured him it would only have minor impacts on his life and wouldn't change much for him. It does, but it somehow works out all the better in the end because of it.

#3. Gev’or’dayc O’r - 62k, 30 chapters, complete

After an attempt on Obi Wan’s life leaves him in a precarious state, and the clones concerned about the person trying to finish the job, they make a significant decision that involves the entirety of the 212th faking their deaths, disappearing into wild space, and working tirelessly to help their General get better. While Anakin and Ahsoka are investigating the attempted assassination, Obi Wan has to come to terms with the possibility he might not get better from this, and what his life will look like if that’s the case.

#4. Mirsh’prudiise - 45k, 19 chapters, complete

Obi Wan is diagnosed with psychosis after Melida/Daan.

 When he returned, he was cracked, portions of him split from other pieces, reflected in mirrors, distant. There were other things in him, when he got back. Things that were not him, that he now had to carry around, weighing on him heavily.

#5. Nor’taakur be Beskar - 47k, 23 chapters, complete

Months before the clones are discovered, before the outbreak of war, before Geonosis and everything that occurs therein, Obi Wan is seriously injured in a speeder crash. He still finds his way to the front lines and the galaxy is better for it. 

#6. Urakto Videkir - 2.5k, 1 chapter, complete (future work forthcoming)

Obi Wan realizes he's quite forgotten to tell the troopers he doesn't eat by mouth. Surely this will not come back to haunt him later (said no one ever).

#7. The only thing strong enough to kick my ass is me - 5k, 1 chapter, complete (likely to be future works)

Obi Wan assumed the joint paint was part of getting older, of using his saber for endless hours while fighting a war in exhausting conditions. He certainly didn't think there was anything else going on. 

#8. Cinar’tal Or’baar - 9k, 2 chapters, complete

An unexpected complication throws a wrench into the chronic illness Obi Wan has been coping with for years. Further complications arise, naturally, because nothing in his life can be easy.

#9. Irud bal Motuun - 5.5k, 3/26 chapters, WIP

When Anakin abandoned Obi Wan on Geonosis, leaving him to to fight Dooku on his own, both he and the galaxy are forever changed.

Based on the excellent art of @charrhylis

(updated December 12, 2023)

[failedaethercore]

To the depths of the dream world

✧𖤐✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𖤐 ✩

This is my second fic ever, so please be gentle? ;;

This is some gender neutral self insert fic (I originally made this for Rafayel, but I also tried to make it for any of the LIs, but in a way it would work for a lot of fandoms?)

I just wanted to write something that was ultimately comforting, even if it was a little...scary to get there.

Warnings: nightmares, mention of blood, possible trauma. Please be advised before reading this fic.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

While his hands stroke your hair, your eyes slowly close. Your head is lain upon his lap, the smell of rain mixed with the ocean and drifted through the windows. All you can hear is his heartbeat, and the whisper of the shore nearby.

Before you know it, you are standing in an ancient forest, surrounded by beautiful trees that look as if they were made of crystal. The leaves hang like shards of light, glowing softly in many different hues. The smell of blood surrounds you, and before you can look for the source, the leaves fade to darkness. The last thing you can see is a pair of eyes staring at you, the fraction of a moment sears a brand on your soul with only the stare of a strange…creature? The unforgettable glow distracts you from the fact that you can feel yourself plummeting, falling from great heights into the darkness that swallows the last glow of the trees before your eyes could see no more.

You fell for what felt like a century, never being able to tell if your eyes are open or shut. All you could feel was the weightless pull of what you assumed would be the bottom of this pit. And you could still smell the blood. When you are no longer sure if you are awake or dreaming, and begin to question how you even came to be here, in this place. When…

A voice. Soft, whispering past the silent and motionless wind surrounding you.

"Take a deep breath."

It is a more masculine, deep voice. For a moment, it doesn't seem you can process the words. When you finally can, you take a deep breath, inhaling the void around you deep into your lungs.

It was at the shut of your mouth that you feel a sudden plunge into what could only be a cool, deep ocean. Suddenly you are overwhelmed, your senses filled to the brim with smells and sensations, the caress of a current pulls you in a new direction, guiding you through what must be the deepest ocean you've ever thought of.

When you adjust to the gentle tug of the current that pulls you ever deeper, you realise your eyes are open, because they can now see a soft glow at the bottom. When you suddenly remember you are underwater, you start to struggle. And then, the voice, this time louder, closer.

"Exhale."

There is almost a lilt to it, as if a song is about to fall from the tip of their tongue. You immediately struggle against the urge, before the voice, more urgently, begs of you. "Hurry! Exhale!" The eruption of bubbles catch in the glow below, and fear grips you as you cannot imagine drowning all alone in this near void. You stare up as the only air in these depths escapes upwards, rushing ever faster to escape you.

You struggle against the urge to try and take air into your lungs, knowing there is none to be had. When you finally accept that you will drown, unknown and alone, you let your mouth open and drag in the first gulps of water. But for some reason you feel as if you are taking in air, breathing normally, as if there wasn't this gentle flow surrounding you and filling your senses. The soft smell of the salty water is still everywhere, inescapable.

The glow becomes greater, taking your fragile form into itself, and finally takes you into a world of feelings and vibrations, glowing and singing fill you while you try to focus your eyes on something. Anything. And then the glow changes from kaleidoscopic hues akin to rainbows…to a shade of crimson. And the water is no longer salty and comforting, but iron-rich and tasting of lethal intentions and danger. Your skin shivers as tears begin to prick your eyes, you feel the heat behind your eyes as sorrow and terror grip your heart, and your skin grows freezing cold.

✧𖤐✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𖤐 ✩

Suddenly, with a shout, you are shaken awake by a soft pair of hands. Your eyes open to a soft glow on handsome features. Your eyes finally find something, focusing on eyes. His eyes. A soft glow fills the air between you both, as tears fill your eyes, your vision blurring. He places his hand over your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb and carefully brushing a falling tear off your skin.

"What happened, my Muse?" His voice…it sounds just like the one you had heard in the…nightmare. For some reason you were filled with a deep sense of dread and fear as you thought back on where your dreams took you. You blink away the tears, and let yourself focus on him once again. He had been there, guiding you through the horror.

He had somehow…known. But at the end, when things became too much…he had ripped you from the cacophony filling every sense. And now, you were here, in his arms, his overwhelming scent. His warmth.

He was your sentinel, always guarding you, in whatever way he could. And somehow it never crossed your mind that he would follow you wherever you went, no matter where that was, just to make sure you were safe.

He was still caressing you, his other hand gently smoothing over your hair, tingles erupting everywhere he touched. "You're safe, there's no need to worry…" His smile is soft and gentle, steadying your beating heart as you gave a smile of your own in return. He was your rock, your support. He protected you, somehow even in your dreams. You reach out and place your hand against his jaw, your fingertips brushing against his cheek.

"Thank you…" His name fell from your lips more as a whisper, as the tug of sleep took you once again. "I love you, Muse. Rest…I'll be here." The soft rumble of his voice fills you with more warmth, as you let yourself be taken. This time, your dream is sweet and warm, filling you with a feeling of contentment.

✧𖤐✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𖤐 ✩

a/n: I wanted to make this something that gave relief for those awful nightmares that drag you further down without salvation. He gives you comfort when you don't know how to seek it out.

Sorry if it was a little heavy, or poorly written. I'm still very new to fics, I just wanted to write something today, and this came to mind.

I hope it at least wasn't completely unpleasant, and you have a good day. Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

[dreambigdreamz]

i just wanna be able to read/watch something without a dozen fic ideas popping up into my writer brain at once to be added to my 50+ wips list, is it too much to ask 🥹

[bebx]

Relationship: Hwang Inho | Front Man/Seong Gihun 

Summary:

"Young-il was a good person. He was my friend. And you killed him because all he wanted was to save his family."

"Gi-hun —" In-ho quickly stopped and shut his mouth when he realized he was letting it slip. He's Player 456 to you now, and you're not Young-il anymore, warned the voices in his head.

You're the Front Man and he's Player 456. Young-il and Gi-hun are no more. And that ache, the sudden surge of pain in In-ho's chest, In-ho could never seem to understand.

Gi-hun thinks Young-il is dead and is mourning him. In-ho is battling his own feelings. No one’s having a good time and they’re yearning for each other.

I binge watched Squid Game 2 in one sitting and the Front Man was so fine. I mean I knew he was gorgeous since the first season, but we got to see a lot more of him in season two and... like, he's so fine. His relationship with Gi-hun is just too (chef's kiss) perfect. There's so much yearning, betrayal and sexual tension between these two, you guys! So much angst and tragedy. The potential is off the charts.

(Is this another tragic ship, doomed from the beginning, I am becoming obsessed with?)

[pluckyredhead]

“You have never sought the pleasures of the flesh,” he said. “I assumed it was because you did not wish to. Did you think no one would bear your touch?” It was a cruel blow. Orion turned his head away…and then jolted when he felt Lightray’s fingers brush his clenched fist. “Did you think no one would long for it?” Lightray whispered, lifting Orion’s hand to his lips and kissing his swollen knuckles. “That no one would crave it?”

It has been FOREVER since I've posted fic but here you go! Porn a la Kirby, as the people demanded. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[urhouseisnthauntedurjustlonely]

strings of “ow’s” are heard

after something hits the ground

i have fell for you

[redlegumes]

If suction were all it took...

Written for @steddiemicrofic Challenge Prompt: Suck | WC: 480 | Rated: M | CW: none | AO3 Link

Summary:

Driving around, parking, and talking had become a regular staple for Steve and Eddie. But after picking up a difficult to eat treat, Steve decides to provide another treat while they wait for the first to melt.

Warning: Almost smut under the cut ↜(⃔•w•)⃕

"No, you just have to suck it harder."

"Eddie you’ve got to be kidding. No way."

"I’m telling you it’s excellent."

"Only because you have a warped idea of excellence."

Eddie snorted in reply.

Steve set his milkshake back into his cup holder. "Mine is practically rock solid Eds. And trust me, I used to make these things. This shop's ratios are super fucked up. I dunno how you can pull anything into that straw without hurting yourself," he added irritatedly, watching Eddie suck on his own milkshake.

The disagreement vanished from Eddie's face. "Oh. So, you’re impressed sweetheart?"

It was Steve's turn to snort. He felt his cheeks warm slightly as he looked back out the front window of the beemer into the dark outside. He'd flicked the headlights off. “If suction were all it took, then maybe..." The skin on the back of his neck prickled as he let the next words leave his lips. "All that shake needs is to warm up a bit first. Then I could get it down." His eyes darted back to Eddie, no longer drinking his shake, but absently chewing on the straw as he stared at Steve.

"Heat it up, suck it down? That's your uh, advice Harrington?"

"Yeah," Steve huffed a little. He looked around the abandoned parking lot they’d pulled into again. "I might wait for mine to melt in the back seat." He wiped his palms on the tops of his thighs, hoping to rid himself of excess sweat. Before he could chicken out or potentially overthink Eddie's reaction, Steve got out of the car. He leaned down, pulling the driver's seat up toward the dash before he shut the front door and sat back in the spacious area he'd created. 

Eddie had frozen in place.

He could stay up there, Steve thought, listening to the stereo lowly playing some tape Eddie’d shoved in when Steve picked him up, the sound of the car engine idling almost as loud. But… if he comes back, I’m just going to go for it.

Steve's heartbeat grew louder than the other sounds of the car when he saw Eddie set his shake down. Moments later, Eddie's long limbs were clambering into the back seat. He mostly crashed into Steve before sitting, a leg still draped over Steve's. 

Eddie began to chuckle, breathing heavy. "Alright big boy. Is this going how you pictured it?"

Steve pushed Eddie's leg off before tugging his hips over. He knelt on the car floor, between Eddie's knees. "I hoped something a little more like this."

Eddie inhaled air so fast Steve thought he might choke as his fingers grazed the other man’s fly.

"You hoped," Eddie whispered.

Steve's hands trembled just the slightest as they ran over Eddie's growing bulge. He met Eddie’s eyes and asked, "heat it up and suck it down?"

"Fuck yes. Please."

*Obligatory 'and they're not even dating.'

[erbodd]

Skin and Bone

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Burzum (Band), Immortal (Norway Band), Old Funeral (Band), Bandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olve "Abbath" Eikemo/Varg Vikernes Characters: Olve "Abbath" Eikemo, Varg Vikernes Additional Tags: First Time Blow Jobs

Summary: When Varg arrived at Olve’s house, he found his friend in a state of excitement that he would usually display on special occasions.

Note: This is a humble hommage to @plusvanity and the awesome story Clarity in Kerosene.

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