#he's saved up tons of pick up lines on his phone

[pickletrip]

Kanghan's pickup lines

Really Kang? Blow me? Is that what you want in the middle of the restaurant? You ain't fooling no one.

Sailom ups him.

Kanghan wasn't expecting that. Haha. Take that.

[ladykailitha]

Love is Kind

All of the stories I was reading today were sad Steve and it made me cry so I wrote happy Steve to make me feel better.

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

***

Jeana looked down at the purple water lilies in Steve's hand in distaste.

"Water lilies?" she asked, frowning. "Not red roses?"

Steve looked at her in confusion. "Yeah, your favorite flower in your favorite color."

"Yeah," she agreed, reluctantly taking the flowers. "But red roses are more romantic for Valentine's Day."

Steve went from wilting in disappointment to her reaction, to standing up straight with a spine of steel. "Oh I get it now." He took bouquet back from her forcefully. "Yeah, we're done."

Jeana's eyes went wide. "You're breaking up with me on Valentine's Day over a bunch of flowers?"

"No, Jeana," he said coldly. "We're done because you didn't tell me you wanted red roses. I assumed that the cheaper more personal water lilies would be the perfect thing for Valentine's Day."

Jeana winced.

"Ohhh..." Steve said, "I get it now. You wanted the Harrington money." He rubbed his fingers together. "Despite the fact that I work at a book store. That I told you when we first started going out that I had been kicked out."

Jeana rolled her eyes. "You still wore nice clothes and had fancy hair products in your bathroom, like I was supposed to believe that obvious lie?"

"I save for those!" Steve hissed. "I can't use anything else for my hair, I've tried. And yeah, so sue me for buying something nice once in a while."

She peeked around him to see the table was set with romantic candles and another bouquet of water lilies. "You weren't even going to take me out to eat?"

Steve tossed the flowers on the counter behind him. "Why else would I have you come here instead of picking you up?"

Jeana threw her arms in the air. "I thought you were supposed to be this Romeo, this Casanova."

Steve's nostrils flared. "Out!"

She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "I'm not going anywhere until we talk this through!"

"There is nothing to talk about," Steve said, spinning her around and pushing her toward the door. "You were expecting me to shell out a shit ton of money on you, money you thought I was hiding from you. It's clear you were never interested in me, only the money and prestige the Harrington name brought you."

He opened the door and shoved her through it. "Goodbye."

He slammed the door behind her and gripped his hair tightly. Not enough to pull but just enough to feel pain at pressure of his tugging.

Now he had dinner that was about to be ready in ten minutes, no girlfriend, and a dessert he had slaved over all day.

He needed to call someone to share this with. Robin was doing Valentine's with Vickie so she was out.

Then his eyes lit up. He knew exactly who to call.

He walked over to the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Munson's Funeral Parlor, you tag 'em, we bag 'em," the warm baritone came through the line.

"Eddie!" Steve said with a giggle.

"Stevie!" Eddie greeted back. "To what to I owe this pleasure?"

"How goes your anti-consumerism night in?" Steve asked, avoiding Eddie's question.

"Eh..." Eddie said. "Could be better. I'm watching violent movies to make myself feel less lonely."

Steve chewed on his bottom lip. "I have a warm lasagna, fresh breadsticks, and a nice bottle of wine and suddenly sans a girlfriend if you wanted to have some company."

"What happened with Jeana?" Eddie asked.

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "She didn't want me, she wanted the Harrington money, the King Steve charm, and a Casanova, not Steve Harrington who works at a queer little book shop in the middle of town."

"Well, fuck her," Eddie said. "Her loss. You bet I'll be there, sweetheart. Just give me time to put on my shoes and I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks, Eds."

*

Steve opened the door a few minutes later to find that Eddie somehow had found sunflowers in the middle of fucking winter.

“Where are on earth did you find these, Eds?” Steve asked, breathing in the scent of his favorite flower.

Eddie tapped his nose knowingly. He spotted the water lilies in the vase on the table and dumped them in the trash. He replaced them with Steve’s sunflowers.

“There, that livens up the place better,” he said, turning to Steve, “don’cha think?”

Steve smiled back at him. “Yeah it really does.”

He went and made up their plates as Eddie opened the wine. He set them down on the table while Eddie filled their glasses. Steve trotted back to the kitchen and pulled out the breadsticks that were warming in the oven. He put them in a nice basket a covered them with a towel. He set them on the table between Eddie and him.

“This looks fantastic, Stevie,” Eddie murmured and dug into the lasagna. “Ooh. This is better than fantastic. This is divine.”

Steve hurried to take a sip of his wine to hide the flush of pleasure at the compliment that dusted his cheeks. And judging from the smirk on Eddie’s face, he hadn’t been successful at all.

“So what were you watching before I interrupted you?” he asked, blush still staining his cheeks.

“Chinatown.”

Steve grimaces. “That is pretty violent. A little depressing too.”

Eddie shrugged, stabbing another bite of lasagna. “Was kind of the point. Didn’t want anything happy or romantic today.”

Steve picked up his glass and held up to Eddie. “I’ll drink to that.”

Eddie laughed, but clinked their glasses together and drank when Steve did.

They polished off all of the breadsticks, all of the wine, and about half of the lasagna. Steve put the leftovers in the fridge.

“You want a soda or something?” he called from the door of the fridge.

“I’ll take a beer if you have one,” Eddie called back from the sofa.

Steve grabbed two beers and handed one of the cans to Eddie.

“I thought you preferred bottles, babe,” Eddie said, popping open the can.

“I do,” Steve muttered darkly. “They were Jeana’s.”

Eddie cackled. “Here’s to stealing your ex’s shitty beer!”

Steve laughed too. “Cheers!”

Eddie went over to Steve’s record player and put on some Metallica he’d left over here and then flopped back on the sofa next to Steve.

“Thanks for coming over,” Steve murmured over the screaming riffs of Master of Puppets. “Rob is over at Vickie’s tonight and didn’t want to ruin her Valentine’s day, too.”

Eddie smiled softly. “And since I refuse to participate in the rampant consumerism of the day, there would be nothing for you to ruin.”

Steve chuckled. “That and you’re my best friend. I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want to spend it with.”

This time it was Eddie’s turn to blush and he shoved a lock of hair in front of his face to hide the redness of his cheeks. He pushed playfully at Steve’s shoulder. “Fuck off. I’m sure there are lots of people you could have called that would have come running.”

“Rob was first pick,” Steve said, “you were second. I mean it, Eds. I wanted to share everything I’d done for her with you instead.”

Eddie’s blush reached his ears and stained the column of his throat. “You keep that shit up and this boy is going to start thinking impure thoughts.”

Steve blinked for a moment before he laughed. It wasn’t a harsh or hurtful laugh. It was bright and cheerful. “You put out on the first date, Eds?”

Eddie who was starting to think he’d taken it a step too far, stared up at Steve in amazement. He got his wits back fast enough to quip, “Only if they’re pretty enough.”

Steve ducked his head and scratched the back of his neck trying to hide his embarrassment. Well maybe that was the wrong word. Charmed. He was fucking charmed.

“You think I’m pretty?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie raised Steve’s chin with his finger. “The prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, Stevie.”

Steve gulped. “And if I told you that I’ve had the biggest crush on you for so long?”

“Then I would ask why we aren’t dating, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured, leaning in close.

Steve let out a shuddering sigh. “Because I didn’t think I was an option for you.”

Eddie half knelt on the sofa, cupping his face in his hands. “You are my number one option, honey. Just say the word and I’m yours.”

“Mine.”

Eddie grinned and then kissed Steve gently on the lips. He pulled back after a moment. “This isn’t just because you’re lonely on Valentine’s Day, right?”

Steve pulled Eddie onto his lap and brushed their noses together. “No, baby. She was only ever a placeholder for you. And a piss poor one at that. She never loved me for me. Not like you.”

Eddie chuckled. “And what makes you think I love you, pretty boy?”

“Because you knew I would be sad and brought me sunflowers.”

Eddie kissed Steve fiercely. “You are too clever for your own good, honey. Yes, that is exactly why I brought them. Because I didn’t want you to be sad. Because I wanted you to feel loved.”

“And I do,” Steve murmured. “I love you, too. So so much.”

“Good.”

They resumed kissing. It was darker. Deeper. More potent. Eddie could write songs and poems and books filled with the love he felt for this man and finding out that he felt the same.

All the bookstores and libraries in all the world couldn’t begin to fill the amount of pages Eddie would need to even try and convey how he felt in that moment.

But it could be summed up in one word.

Ecstasy.

Just pure ecstasy.

*

Robin wasn’t sure if it could be called a walk of shame when she had told Steve that she would be spending the night at Vickie’s, but walking into their shared apartment after the wild sex they had had last night she did feel a little silly.

She stopped short when she saw who was in her kitchen making breakfast in Steve’s track pants.

“Eddie?” she squeaked.

Eddie looked up at her with a grin. “Welcome home, Bucksters! If you haven’t eaten yet, pull up a chair and grab a stack of pancakes. I’ve made plenty.”

“You’re not Jeana,” Robin said stupidly.

“Nope.”

“Steve would never cheat,” she said, again trying to figure this out.

“Nope.”

“You two are a couple now?” Robin asked, her brain still in first gear.

“Yup!”

Just then a very sleep rumpled Steve came wandering out of his bedroom and latched on to Eddie. “I missed you.” He kissed Eddie’s neck.

Eddie kissed his temple. “Sorry, sweetness. I got hungry.”

“Mhmm..” he muttered. “Does smell good.”

“Morning, dingus.” Robin crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You want to tell what this is about?”

Steve looked over at her and gave her a dopey smile. “Jeana sucked. Only wanted the Harrington money and not me. Called Eddie over to make me less sad. He brought me sunflowers and made me very happy.”

Robin looked over at Eddie who half shrugged around a clingy Steve. “That’s the gist of it.”

“Got it,” she said. “I’m happy for you both.”

She grabbed a plate and pilled on the pancakes, with Steve releasing Eddie to do the same.

As the three of them sat down and ate Eddie’s pancakes, Steve smiled happily to himself.

He was with the two people he loved most in all the world and he wouldn’t change a thing.

***

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{💌} ARMIN ARLERT MOODBOARD

★ general armin hcs ★

— sweetest soul who is 100% down to earth, will scold you for not recycling your fork into the correct trash can and will pick up plastic / any trash on the ground

— nerdy golden retriever boy, and is the biggest people pleaser

— played hockey growing up and in college, he’s a right winger

— reads a shit ton of books, will press pretty and colorful flowers he finds outside into the book spine to save it

— is academically and naturally smart, gpa is a strong 4.2, majors in business, economics, or biology, some smart shit like that ( will grow up to be that hot rich dad every single mom wants )

— SLEEPER BUILD 🗣️🗣️AND A V LINE🗣️🗣️

— hands are big but they’re like bony and soft, he also plays piano so he’s good with his hands *moan*

— his most used app is spotify, google classroom, and messages

— lana del rey coded. i will argue with anyone who thinks otherwise.

— listens to cigarettes after sex, clairo, and this one random 63 hour playlist called ‘band cafe soft jazz music’

— speaking of cigarettes, armin also smokes cigarettes (ik i’m sorry) but this guy is a student athlete, ofc he’s gonna have to de-stress somehow

— drives the newest model of a white range rover with beige interior

— 6’1 teddy bear with attachment issues

— speaks french fluently

— so so so soft spoken like you will never see him yelling at another person, even when he’s frustrated

— also doesn’t like cursing, will give someone a quick glance if they cuss but won’t mind it

— has a gold chain around his neck, yes the slutty kind

— came from old money 🤭🤑, he dresses like it too i’m talking quarter zips, sweaters, khakis, and neutral colors, wears his gold thin wire framed glasses occasionally

— knows all girl shit bc of his little sister (who he adores) he learned how to take care of her so he’s really reliable when it comes to treating girls right

— his phone case is the apple silicone one that’s cream color, keeps one of his credit cards in the case behind his phone

— phone screen is him and his puppy ( spot the difference game for everyone 👍 )

— every woman he knows or did a favor for all say “his mother raised him right”

— the most organized person ever, his whole pantry would labeled and organized like khloe kardashian’s

— eren and armin are 100% that black cat golden retriever duo, take a wild guess on who is which lol

— 2 deep dimples on his cheeks that pop out when he smiles, also has light freckles dusted on his nose n around it, has the straightest whitest teeth + an adorable smile **he’s so grateful for braces existing

— overall the most genuine human out there, no detection of fuck boy here 😁😁😁

{💌} new message from mica

armin is actually my baby i love him so much i need me a soft spoken tall nerdy blonde white boy in my life now

[talkfastromance4]

Alright, since I’m a big ball of stressy-drepressy lately, I was wondering how Jake would help Sugar through a day that she’s just not feeling it. ♥️ luv u fren.

I hope you like this bb! it's a little bit more descriptive, I hope you don't mind.

An Arrangement Masterlist

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word count: 1.9k

warnings: migraines, bad moods

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Enjoy!

You’re not sure how it started, but whenever you were feeling down in the blues you always scampered off to Jake’s room. It was so big and open and he always had the fireplace on so it felt cozy all the time. His pillows were the fluffiest you’ve ever felt and the whole place smelled of him, rich and musky. Even with the fireplace on, his comforter was cool on your skin. 

The day started off bad as soon as you woke up because you slept through your alarm. It was also Rhea’s day off and Jake’s early day to fly so you were in the house alone. It’s been a bit stormy lately and the wind kept you up from outside your window. It must have hit a power line or something because the coffeemaker was off when you got into the kitchen thus the coffee was cold and tepid. 

You planned on taking a shower before work but now you were running late and your hair looked so gross. Even the luxurious dry shampoo couldn’t save the mess of your head so you opted for a messy bun. Then you got frustrated because your messy bun wasn’t the right type of messy. 

“Miss y/n?” Reynolds called to you from downstairs and you were rushing again to get dressed. 

When you were finally ready you asked Reynolds if you could stop at the coffee shop near Jake’s house before going to the shop and he said yes. That didn’t end up happening because the drive-thru line was obnoxiously long and Serena texted you that there were a ton of people in the store already wanting to do orders. 

Your stomach grumbled and you wanted one of Rhea’s muffins. 

The wind was still horrendous and you could smell rain, the clouds were dark and gray which matched your mood perfectly as you walked into the shop. Recognizing you, customers started bombarding you with questions and shoving phones in your face of what type of arrangement they needed. 

The back of your neck began to throb signifying the onslaught of a migraine. 

It’s going to be a long day.

***

By the time you got home your feet ached, your arms ached, you had bandaids on six of your fingers from thorns and yanking off leaves and your head was killing you. You worked through lunch and you know you didn’t drink as much water as you should have. The storm kept rumbling in the distance which only made you more antsy because the lights flickered every now and then in the shop.

Dom assured you he’d check that the back-up generators were up and running before he closed up. He sent you home early because he could tell how miserable you are. 

The whole drive home you were battling with yourself whether or not to text Jake asking if he could pick up food from your favorite restaurant. You don’t want to seem needy but he told you to ask him for whatever you’d like. Would he be bothered? What if he had a bad day and wanted to come home and relax and your request pissed him off? 

Not wanting to make him mad you stare at the contents of the fridge for a good twenty minutes before you nibble on some pasta salad. Your head was still killing you and you just felt so sad and tired and exhausted and your body ached–

It was like your feet were on auto pilot as you trudged up the stairs, down the hall past your room and walked right into Jake’s. The remote for the fireplace was on his nightstand so you pushed the button to turn it on, the flames engulfed the space quickly as wind roared on outside. You bit your lip as you contemplated going to his bed or the big couch on the other side of the fireplace.

You decided on the couch, it had a huge knit blanket that felt like a hug and you could watch a movie on the tv up above the fireplace. You settle in and pick some romcom from the early 2000s you haven’t seen in a while and wait for Jake to come home. 

Twenty minutes into the movie you hear the front door open and close and then torrential rain is hitting the windows. You keep your eyes on the characters in the movie but peek at the doorway waiting for Jake. Your head is pounding as loud as your heart as you wait for him, neck aching, body aching…aching for him. 

Jake finally appears in the doorway, his hair wet from rain and his flight suit is tied around his waist so the white shirt he has on is spotted with rain drops. In his hands is a carrying tray with two strawberry shakes and the other holding a big bag that you recognize from your favorite restaurant. 

“Reynolds told me you weren’t having a good day. I’m sorry I’m late, the roads are terrible and the line at the drive-thru was long. I got all of your favorites, and the dessert they had is the chocolate pudding you love so I got extras,” he explains making his way over to you. 

He sets the goodies on the coffee table in front of you then kneels on the floor, resting his elbows on your blanket covered body. 

“I thought I’d find you here. Migraine?” he asks and you nod. “Did you take anything?” A shake of the head. “I’ll get your medicine and peppermint oil. Start eating and I’ll change, okay?” 

He stretches forward to kiss your cheek, he smells like rain and then he’s gone. As he leaves, he yanks his shirt up and over his head; your tummy flutters at seeing his muscular back. You force yourself to sit up and grab your shake, the hearty sip and sweet strawberry flavor makes your taste buds sing. The coolness of the shake also feels good in your throat. 

Jake returns in gray sweats and a different t-shirt, his NAVY one that you secretly have a favor towards. The color looks wonderful against his skin. A small tub of lotion and bottle of peppermint oil is in hand, he keeps it in his bathroom because you normally retreat in his room during bad headaches. He likes to be prepared.

He touches your shoulder and you shift forward so he can sit behind you on the couch, it’s big enough that you can fit comfortably. He places your medicine on the table.

“Your head might feel better if you take out the knot of your bun, Sugar,” he says softly knowing loud noises hurt your head. 

“It’s all gross,” you shake your head which makes the throbbing pain worse.

“Want me to wash it?” his fingers probe at the base of your neck and up your head, his thumbs rubbing with just the right pressure to alleviate the pain. 

“How would you do that?”

“Well, I have a pretty nice tub in my bathroom…or yours,” he muses, continuing to rub your head. You continue to suck up your shake. 

“Maybe later,” you sigh.

“Okay,” he kisses the back of your neck delicately. His lips are cold and you sigh.

“Stay there for a minute .... lips are nice and cold.”

You feel his smile on your neck as he kisses you again and keeps his lips there, skimming them over your neck gently. The tip of his nose is also cold and you relax a bit from the temperature change. He pulls your shirt down a little so he can kiss even lower past your neck and onto your back. 

“Ready for the peppermint?”

“Mhm,” you hum and his lips are gone. 

He unscrews the lid of the lotion, you faintly pay attention because now that you’ve got some shake in you, you’re paying more attention to the movie onscreen. You can tell he adds the peppermint because you smell it, that even helps your head a little. 

Jake’s hands are cold as he presses the peppermint coated lotion onto your neck and he begins to massage you again. His fingers knead gently at your cranium, up into your hair and down to your shoulders, his thumbs paying extra special attention at the center of your head. A soft moan escapes and you tilt your head forward so he can really rub at the taut muscle. 

“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he murmurs. 

“Everything just went wrong. This is helping…”

“Good. What movie are we watching?”

“50 First Dates.”

“That’s a good one.”

“It’s almost over…what do you want to watch next?”

“How about The Princess Bride?”

“As you wish,” you tease, quoting the movie. The throbbing in your head lessens but you grab your medicine and take it with your shake. “How was your day?”

“Busy, we kept waiting to fly but the storm prevented it. Had to stay grounded and I kept thinking of you.”

He massaged your head until the movie ended and joined you in eating the dinner he brought home. You selected his movie of choice, which was also one of your favorites, and cuddled up on the couch, he slipped under the big blanket with you and you rested your head on his chest. Jake’s fingers played with your hair and unworked the hair tie.

“No, my hair is gross–”

“Shush, I don’t care. I bet that feels better, huh?” he asks. The tightness is released and you burrow further into his chest. You start to skim your fingers over his forearm, creating designs. He sighs.

“What?” you ask stopping your tickling.

“That feels nice,” he sighs, his cheek pressing to the top of your head. “Don’t stop.”

You smile into his shirt and start tickling his arm again, jumping slightly when thunder cracks.

“I know you hate it,” he says, running his fingers down your back and waist. “But I think I like when it rains.”

“Why?”

“Because that means you’ll be here with me.”

He squeezes your waist and you tilt your head so you’re looking up at him. He’s already looking at you. Feeling brave and bold, you place your hand at the back of his neck pulling him forward so you can touch your lips with his. It’s slow building, this kiss, his lips soft and supple giving you full control. You part your lips slightly but when you don’t feel his tongue against yours, you slip yours against his. 

Jake groans when your tongues connect and he shifts you up higher so you’re more level with him. Your leg is fully over his waist, both your arms around his neck. His kiss is giving you shivers all over, his hands hot on your waist and back as your shirt rides up a little from your movements. 

“You taste like strawberries,” you huff, breaking away to take a breath.

“So do you,” he smiles rubbing your nose with his. He moves his hand to cup your cheek, tracing his thumb over your lip. “How’s your head?”

“Better. Thank you,” you kiss his nose. 

“You’re welcome, Sugar. Let’s finish the movie, hm?”

You nod and fall back into your original position, lips buzzing from his kiss, heart hammering from how it made you feel. While you watch Wesley and Buttercup fall in love, you secretly hope it rains every day so you can be in Jake’s room all week.

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Love Story

content warnings: none! just you and finnick at the eras tour :)

Both of you had gotten up super early to get ready. You had convinced Finnick to wear matching costumes. Well, it didn’t take much convincing, Finnick was more than happy to wear the plastic gold crown and the “Heartbreak Prince” sash you bought him. Anything to make his girl happy.

The whole car ride to the stadium was practically its own concert.

Scream singing new romantics, you belong with me, and a ton of other songs, you both had the time of your lives.

And once you guys arrived at the stadium, the excitement you had in you skyrocketed.

Instantly Finnick went on the merch line and got you as many things as you wanted.

“Finn, please let me pay for something!”

“No no, it’s all on me pretty girl”

You sigh in defeat and allow him to pay.

Once you have your merch, you both head to your seats. And of course since Finnick wanted nothing but the best for you, he did manage to score front row tickets.

Sure he had to sign up for the presale, set multiple alarms, have the website up on his phone, laptop, ipad and on your laptop and then wait on line and FIGHT for those tickets. But it was all worth it to see the smile on your face when he gifted you the tickets.

Now you both were in your seats and Finnick was taking a ton of pictures of you.

“Finnick I think we have enough pictures” you say as you laugh.

He scoffs dramatically. “I never have enough pictures of you”

“Finn, you have an entire album of my pictures”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Well, I just think that this night is gonna be memorable…so I wanna be sure I capture every moment of your pretty face.”

Your heart melts at his words. You walk close to him and give him a quick kiss.

“I love you so much Finny”

“I love you too pretty girl”

Finally after waiting a while the concert starts.

You and Finnick sing along to every single song from Lover set.

Finnick pulled you in close and slow danced with you to Lover, he even sang the lyrics to you making your heart race.

As the set ended, you could see that Finnick was fumbling with a small piece of paper. You brushed it off as him finding a random piece of paper in his pocket.

What you didn’t see was him passing it back to the people behind you two.

As the Fearless set started, you noticed that Finnick was getting more fidgety and nervous.

“Finny? You okay?”

He looks at you with wide eyes and smiles. “Yea, yea I’m okay, I think I just ate something bad. Don’t worry about me pretty girl, just enjoy the show”

“Oh, alright then” you say reluctantly.

As love story starts playing, you and Finnick both start singing your hearts out.

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

As the bridge ended, Finnick was getting nervous and sweating a little.

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come,

You don’t notice when he starts focusing on the lyrics of the song. He’s muttering the lyrics to himself, he wants to get this just right.

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring,

Before you know it, you feel a tap on your back. Looking to the side, you see Finnick on one knee.

You hear the cheers and screams of people around you.

And said, "Marry me, Juliet, You'll never have to be alone.”

Finnick’s still singing the lyrics, but replaces Juliet’s name with yours.

You’re crying tears of joy, looking down at Finnick with love in your eyes.

I love you and that's all I really know, I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress.

Struggling to find your words, you manage to nod your head.

Finnick starts crying too. Carefully placing the ring on your finger, he stands back up, wraps his arms around you and kisses you.

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

You pull away slightly. “I can’t believe you did this for me”

“I would do anything for you, Mrs. Odair” he says with a smile.

You can’t stop smiling as you pull him in for another kiss.

He was right. This was a very memorable night.

hope u guys liked this little finnick fic :) (lmk if u guys want more in the future) I know it’s different from my usual billy dunne content but i have always been a finnick odair girly at heart <3

the next part of wait for your love should be done by this weekend so watch out for that!

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Basically what it says on the tin. 1. Holy Water 2. Exorcised 3. Thrown 4. Stabbed 5. Demon Hunter +1. Betrayed

Crowley's Armageddon and Recovery by Wolfgirl4vr Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley couldn't stop Armageddon. Adam changed his mind, and now the war is finally happening. Crowley is captured and there is no sign of Aziraphale. As a prisoner of Heaven, Crowley endures more than he thought the Angel's were capable of. Especially from the Angel Gabriel, and through it all, all he can think about is Aziraphale, and hopes that his friend is still in hiding. Crowley only hopes that he can escape before the Angel's kill him, but is help closer than he realizes.

my first Good Omens fic please be gentle by taylor_tut Summary:

My first Good Omens fic! There's not enough Crowley whump in the world so I'm here to p r o v i d e for y'all. This one was a request from my tumblr. Aziraphale and Crowley are in charge of a holy object, and even just being close to it drains Crowley's energy. Eventually, he collapses, and Aziraphale is there for him.

Suspendin' Gravity by ahyperactivehero (ahyperactiverhero) Summary:

Takes place directly after the bus ride in episode 6. Aziraphale rejects Crowley's offer to come home with him, only to change his mind. He finds the puddle of Holy Water and assumes he's too late.

Black Lines by Eladriel Summary:

Two years after the not-apocalypse Crowley gets attacked by an old enemy and left with a wound that will kill him slowly. What will Aziraphale do when he finds out? Will they find a way to safe him?

Holy Mistakes by winterspirit13 Summary:

anonymous asked: Can you do a piece where Crowley is accidentally burned by the holy water Aziraphale gave him, and while it isn't enough to kill him he's hurt real bad and Aziraphale feels super guilty? I love your blog!

When Aziraphale gives Crowley the thermos full of holy water, it's like a leap of faith for the angel. Crowley basks in the newfound trust, but that's quickly taken away. Hurt, he sulks, and things get out of hand when Aziraphale won't pick up the phone. One thing leads to the next, and there's a very hurt demon being helped by a very worried, guilty angel.

Things turn out for the best, somehow.

I Stretch Out My Hands by sherlocktheholmes Summary:

With no final prophecy from Agnus Nutter, and no word from Heaven or Hell for months, Aziraphale and Crowley are cautiously optimistic that neither of them will face retribution. They never considered that they should fear personal revenge.

My Life With You Means Everything, So I Won't Give Up That Easily by PositivePumpkin for jessikast Summary:

After the apocalypse, house hunting with Aziraphale gets an interruption. Or, Crowley is summoned by some humans who actually want to start the apocalypse.

Palliative Practices by VerdantVulpus  Summary:

Based on the following prompt. What if every time Crowley does a good deed, he suffers pain after because it goes against his demonic nature (and the greater the good, the more intense the pain)? Then Aziraphale finds out that Crowley has been living with that pain ever since the Arrangement. or 5 times Crowley masked his pain and 1 time he accepted help.

Hell Freezes Over by lilac341 Summary:

Crowley is not supposed to be cold. Or silent. Or still. Heaven puts an icy curse on Crowley to get rid of him once and for all. Aziraphale must find out how to unfreeze his demon companion. Tenderness and angst ensue.

let sleeping snakes lie by kythen Summary:

The world doesn't end. Crowley falls asleep. And Aziraphale stays by his side, waiting for him to wake up again.

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm Summary:

As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following: --His clothing was expensive and stylish; --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne; --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;” --He looked angry; --He was wearing sunglasses. What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

Growing Pains by hope_in_the_dark Summary:

“So if he comes back, you’ll… what? Take him into your arms, let him back into your life? No questions asked?” Crowley grunted. The therapist — Mark, Nina had said — was sitting forward in his chair, looking at Crowley with a kind smile and wide eyes. He was what the humans would call ‘emotionally intelligent.’ Crowley was looking to tap into a little of that. Crowley goes to therapy, because he needs it. This is a story of healing, learning, growing, and an eventual happy ending. Post-Season-2.

And Will Again by justajemreally  Summary:

Crowley hasn’t breathed for seventeen minutes. His heart has thumped twice in that time.

The Deepest Pit by EdosianOrchids901 Summary:

Stricken by unexplained depression, Crowley gets stuck in bed. He can’t even cheer up once Aziraphale comes to check on him. But as always, Aziraphale is happy to keep him company even in the darkest moments.

All Good Hearts are Heavy by Sarah_hadeschild Summary:

Crowley has always dealt with bouts of depression-- periods in which he cannot bring himself to do much more than exist. Over the centuries, he grew accustomed to enduring these episodes on his own. But now, Aziraphale is with him. And although the angel cannot miracle away his lover's distress, he can try the only remedy he knows with any certainty. He can love him. (A comfort one-shot with lots of love, and very little plot)

Late For Lunch by obsidian_boi Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale have a lunch date and Crowley is running late. He just can't seem to pull himself off of his couch, but he knows he has to get up, has to be there for his angel… He just can't seem to do it. Part 1

Never Late for Lunch by obsidian_boi Summary:

Crowely's late for lunch and Aziraphale grows worried. The demon is never late for lunch, well, at least never this late. After not hearing from his friend for a stretch of time, the angel finally brings himself to go check on Crowley, but he isn't prepared for the state he finds his friend in. He immediately wants to help Crowley, but what if there isn't anything he can do? Aziraphale's POV of Late for Lunch

Cold Showers and Dark Thoughts by obsidian_boi Summary:

Crowley's sleep is plagued with nightmares and when he wakes from one, he doesn't want to disturb his angel. Dragging himself to the shower instead, Crowley succumbs to his dark thoughts. Will his angel find him in time?

Rushing In, Rushing Out by Smooty Summary:

Crowley has a nightmare

walk like christ in grace and love by wartimelovers Summary:

“Just tell me, please, if it hurts too much.” As if, Crowley thought. Would be a funny old world if we told each other how we feel. or Crowley feels some very human effects of stepping on consecrated ground and Aziraphale tries to help.

Somebody to Love by Bookwormgal  Summary:

Everyone knows that demons can’t feel love. It was one of those well-established facts that no one even bothered to doubt anymore. The sky is blue, the Ineffable Plan was beyond comprehension or understanding, angels do not question or doubt Her commands, and demons can’t love. Angels could sense love and none of them ever sensed love in the presence of demons. Everyone considered that to be conclusive evidence and moved on. Believing otherwise was foolish and a waste of time. But while it was considered an unquestionable fact of the universe, it wasn’t quite accurate. Demons were perfectly capable of feeling love. Any form of love. Despite common knowledge and despite the fact that the Fall ensured that they could no longer sense Her love, demons can experience love. What demons can’t do, however, is feel love and survive.

Tension by supernaturaltimemachine Summary:

"Crowley was in pain. Not the acceptable kind either. Not anything human, like loss or doubt or a stubbed toe. Living on earth more than made up for those inconveniences. No, what Crowley was feeling was ethereal." Or, Crowley's wings hurt, and Aziraphale is determined to do something about it.

[snobgoblin]

sobs that's a great request...

CHAOTIC ACE (GORILLAZ) X READER

rated: PG probably I dunno. nothing sexual

plot: see above image

(this was saved as a draft like over a month ago and to continue working in it I had to post it privately (too many drafts to keep taking breaks) so if the times are weird that's why)

Ace was sooo excited like really excited like the kind of excited you get when Gorillaz actually drops lore instead of teasing you with the thought of lore

and you know why?

he got to take his amazing date to go look at a bunch of junk at the gym... if he wanted to do that he could've just stayed home but this junk was DIFFERENT

SO! he picked you up in the car he found at the dump that one time it's NOT stealing if they obviously didn't want it anymore

and you both walk in. and everything's perfect. he's so handsome. you're so [PREFERED TERM OF ENDEARMENT] and you're so excited to be in each other's company

THEN BOOM

there's somebody that DOESNT approve. how homophobic (gender neutral) THE GOT DAMN SECURITY GUARD

"Ace?"

"Yeah"

"Of the Gangreen Gang?"

"Yeah" He had his arm linked with yours, and he pulled you closer, nervous

"No way bub. Last time you guys were here you busted a Mesopotamian vase, an expensive one. AND disturbed a mummy. Not to mention you guys stole that uh, candy cane and made Sedusa all big and stuff. She crushed my candle making business! I haven't recovered. Now I'm doing this!"

"Ah... yeah, kids do that."

The security guard raised an eyebrow

"Well, if it makes ya feel better I got a uh... this is my parole officer. Yeah- the jail thought I could use a little culture so they're showing me around," he lied. he was good at that. sometimes. let's see if this was one of those times. you nodded along to try to help "Yeah, soon as I step outta line uh, yeah"

The security guard shrugged. "I hear that about 10 times a day. And you frankly I don't get payed enough to care. Go ahead, get yourself arrested again. see if I care" he waved a hand

Ace pulled you in tight and quickly went in. he had one hand over his face, he stopped. "Yeah I... guess I shoulda expected that. Sorry about that toots."

You patted his back, reassuring him. "It's ok. You're not like that anymore. Let's just have fun ok? Stop moping" you smiled at him, held his hand, and he smiled back. then you guys went to go look at some paintings. Ace giggled whenever he saw any nudity, and you couldn't help but do the same.

it was fun until-

BOOM. POWERPUFF GIRLS COMING IN THROUGH THE WALL. they destroyed a painting of an orange with hyperrealistic eyes and teeth... for some reason

"STOP RIGHT THERE GANGREEN GANG!" Blossom said

Bubbles blinked "Where are the rest of them?"

"Probably wrecking stuff somewhere else" Buttercup accused

Ace yelped and hid behind you. "I CAN EXPLAIN! WAIT A MINUTE"

People were staring. Waiting for another ppg victory

Buttercup was about to do something, but Blossom held her back "He's got a hostage! Be careful!"

"HOSTAGE?" His voice cracked "KID, THIS IS A DATE. THE GUYS AINT EVEN HERE, HONEST... if threes a crowd, eheh, six must be a parade. Nah, i didnt bring the guys, you gotta believe me"

Blossom looked suspicious, and turned to you. "Is that true?" Ace clung to you.

"Ace is my boyfriend, yeah. We've been dating for a while. I got a ton of pictures on my phone if you don't believe me" You smiled and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze

Bubbles looked down at her feet "Are you SURE... he's kind of..." She didn't finish the sentence, but Buttercup giggled

Blossom just sighed. "I don't know why you would want him, but it's not our job to question it. I've got my eye on you Ace, so don't try anything. GIRLS! Let's go do something more important."

The girls flew out again, this time breaking a painting of a sad clown on their way out

You turned around, as Ace was still hiding behind you, and you cupped his face in your hands. He looked terrified. Before he could even speak, you told him it was ok, and he didn't need to apologize again. And that, if anything, you were probably gonna get arrested today for breaking some assholes nose. He laughed and gave you a hug, and you tried to go back to what you were doing before. He kept apologizing to you, but you told him it was ok. You look at the statues next. Ace didn't like the Medusa statue.

There were a lot of weird looks, a lot of people holding their kids closer to them as you walked by, but there wasn't another outburst, thankfully

You guys had fun despite what happened. But, Ace told you the next date would have to be somewhere without people

[earthgrudgefear]

hidan!!! for the ask game

YES right to it

obviously this is going to be a long post

you've been warned !

favorite thing about them: oh man. i think he's a really unique character. he's only like 2% justified in his anger and he makes it everyone else's problem. he's never depicted as anything BUT evil. the shinobi world is insane right? toddlers are raised as soldiers the second they can hold a knife. and so was he, no different from the rest of them. and the series Doesn't like to push that blame onto people, really early on you hear about all the awful things zabuza did and at the end of their battle he still dies as a respectable shinobi. BUT from start to end with hidan he is ONLY bad. he's doing this for FUN he's not doing it for a mission, he's not doing it because he needs to do it to survive like it was NEVER in question that this guy is JUST EVIL. but you CAN find these human sides to him. he has a Real bond with kakuzu, like they Actually are concerned for each other. in Akatsuki Hiden he meets a kid and he forms a bond with That Kid to the point of giving him funeral rites (burial rites?) when he dies. not as a sacrifice but as someone he cared about. when his village turned on him and he felt REAL betrayal. if he didn't care about them to some extent, he wouldn't still be mad about it. it's just FASCINATING.

least favorite thing about them: i don't even think there's anything i don't like about him. he's so fucking annoying and if i had to deal with him i'd try to kill him too BUT because i don't have to deal with him he's my best friend i like him SO much

favorite line: to be so transparent i like when he's picking on kakuzu for keeping the headband for him.

AND if i can use the book - i like this, it's less about the line itself but more about the repetition of it. like this is how they start every fight and i just think that's delightful

brOTP: y'all already know it's kisame. my defense for this has absolutely no basis in their interactions because honestly? kisame doesn't care for him too much. HOWEVER kisame is the easiest akatsuki member to get along with and hidan is basically impossible to get along with. i think it's a good match.

OTP: kakuhida, motherfuckers. they're everything to me. they were on screen for all of three seconds and i already knew that was it. i haven't been normal about them since. and they're canon as far as i'm concerned. stated or not they were Something.

nOTP: k*nan (sorry for censoring you name queen i don't want it to be searchable) i have such a Visceral reaction to them together i Cannot stand it. their characterization is so BUTCHERED for that ship that they become Unrecognizable. and i don't fucking get it like ??? yes they're both hot PICK ANYONE ELSE. also shipping him with any of the kids. like. that's not cute. he's young but he's not that young also holy shit they don't deserve that anyway

random headcanon: i probably mentioned this somewhere before and it's so easy but i think his favorite color's pink. like red sure because i mean look at him but also. Pink. i like pink for him.

unpopular opinion: i've touched on this before i don't think jashinism is real. i think he made it up and i think maybe he's convinced himself it's real. but i don't think there is a single other person who's ever heard of or tried to join the religion before. there's the kid i mentioned from the book but he learned straight from hidan, and then goddamned ryuki from boruto who i swear to God the writers wanted him to literally be hidan but they weren't allowed. neither of which really compel me to believe it. it just doesn't make tons of sense

song i associate with them: ouuh choke on one another death spells. that's been a big one recently

favorite picture of them:

favorite's a big word but i had this one saved to my phone which is probably good enough

OKAY 10000 points if you made it to the end you win idk what you win but you win

[caixxa]

Thank you @arsi-lehkonen for tagging me! ❤️ Let me warn you tho, I don't even know if I have 2, 3 or 4 wips because I haven't touched them in weeks, and they're very crude fragments of rough drafts, saved all over the place, and just before seeing this tag I had thought of deleting them all. So, you kept them saved for another 12 hours.

Rules: share seven wip lines/parts.

I'll share longer parts under the cut for the reasons told above. If I decide to let these ideas go, at least I've posted some of it out there.

Smut heavy, be warned. Tried to pick tame bits.

1. "No, not whipped cream," Roope said when they were planning for the show. "Cupcake frosting will hold up so much better and we can take it slow. Cream gets runny."

"Should the frosting be pink?" Sebastian suggested. "It's a Valentine's day special after all."

Roope snorted out a short laughter and shook his head, letting it hang slightly tilted to the side and shooting a mildly amused look at Sebastian.

"No, man," he said like stating the obvious, "Pink will look like you had a nasty skin condition going on, and nobody will believe that I would put my mouth on your dick with it. You could as well suggest chocolate."

(From a sequel to money shot where Sepe is still a Brind'Amour boy and Roope is an onlyfans star and ig hottie, and they're shooting a live scene for Roope's OF. Ao3 draft set to be deleted next Friday)

2. "Do you want to be fucked into the dirt? Like a filthy little animal? Or do you want me to get you back into the house and in bed?"

Sebastian looks up at Brent, bites his lip and releases it slowly, licking the bit, red mark moist and clean.

"Yes."

(From a pwp piece where Sepe takes a trip to the ranch. This one is a Tumblr draft bc I'm afraid of Google docs. I'd have to research shooting to make any progress with this bc I'm not in the mood for writing porn and the scene needs a setting and some build-up anyway)

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3. Sebastian smiles as he greets him, and his eyes linger in Rod’s, the gaze smoldering enough to slow down time the same way Sebastian can do with a puck around the goal.

A languid blink, like the kid's lids were heavy from wet dreams, it's like a slow motion deke that takes out the goalie, leaving the net gaping, offering itself to be taken.

The little pink tongue slips out to wet Sebastian's bottom lip as he nods his greeting, "Hi, Roddy. How're you tonight?"

"Oh, I'm fine if you're fine. You're fine, right?"

"Sure. I'm fine. Prepared and hungry."

"Hungry sounds good."

Sebastian lets a rippling smile flash on his lips. He stops right by Rod’s side and brushes the sleeve of his jacket lightly with his knuckles.

"So hungry," he says, lowering his voice and locking his eyes in his coach's. "Starving." He pauses, further lowering his voice until it's a soft whisper. "Desperate."

(Coach x player smut, working title Game Day Suits might as well be the summary)

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4. "You want to throw me in as a bait for Burnzie?" Sebastian chuckled and scratched the back of his head before sticking his tongue out from the corner of his mouth and running it over his upper lip. "Not gonna lie, that sounds hella hot."

(A super messy pwp that might be a gangbang or tons of tension or may just become a build-up for the ranch fic. Anyway, I found a pun in a Tumblr text post very inspiring and use it as a working title: call him jesus the way i make him bred and whine)

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5. Pekka wakes up to a bunch of notifications on his phone screen: three missed video calls, two from Juuse, one from Sebastian. In addition to that, his inbox is flooded with video messages.

(All Stars '22 where S and Juuse promoted beverages, this is all I have written for the idea @hard4softthings gave me as an independent sequel to Summer Kisses)

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6. Teemu wandered in wearing a patterned silk robe.

"Playboy night," Trevor said from the corner of his mouth.

Jamie would learn in a moment that Playboy night meant bunnies.

(From my eternity project where Mr Selanne hosts sex parties, pimping out young guys as treats for his friends and associates, this is probably the AU version)

7. “Of course. That's what they're here for. I keep a petting zoo, not an exhibition! It isn't look, don't touch. Whatever you can look, you can touch, too,” Teemu grins.

(From a later part of the prev draft)

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If you read this far, thank you for your interest! As I said, these are this long for reasons.

Tagging @hard4softthings @isconnormcdavidok @aleksrothis and @thosedaysthatwill in case you have something you'd like to share!

[tex-was-taken]

So I caved and decided to make an OC for COD. Why? Because why the hell not.

TeX

"At a press of a button, I'll be the one laughing here."

Picrew used (I WISH A COULD DRAW)

Meet 141's target new recruit: Angelo 'TeX' Salvador.

He is Task Force 141's new fillipino cyber expert and excels as a frightening hacker. Unlike the operatives in the team, he is unable to take arms on the field due to missing a leg the frontline.

But that doesn't mean can't put his skill to use!

Short story ahead!

Once a soldier, always a soldier. But in Angelo's case, losing a leg meant he couldn't fight in the frontlines anymore. Nowadays, he is a freelance hacker who takes on contracts from even the shadiest of people, all for the fun and money.

As long as they don't involve the government that is.

"Here's your coffee, Angelo." A waiter approached the table where Angelo sat, holding a cup of hot liquid and offered to the man. "Busy as always, huh?"

"You betcha, salamat." He takes the cup in his hand, the warmth absorbed into his hand as the aroma of freshly brewed java filled his nostrils. "Got tons of report to analyse and send off. Can't waste time, and besides why not enjoy it with the best coffee in town?"

The waiter chuckled, "The best indeed. Anyways, howl if you need me."

RING

Before he said anything, his phone began to let out a buzz. Every second, it vibrates. Angelo frowned to see the name that popped on the screen, 'Annoying', he was hoping it was someone completely different.

He sighs, picking up the phone.

"TeX, have you gotten our information yet?"

Of course.

Straight to the point.

"Their systems are slightly outdated but their security is hardcore." He responded, observing his screen as the loading bar continued to increment.

"So you can't get crack it?" The voice sounded disappointed. "Such a shame, I thought—"

"Now hold on a minute, buddy. I didn't say I gave up, didn't I? Took a couple of days to break their encryption. Had to sacrifice a shit tons of resources to keep them from tracing me."

"Cut the bullshit, TeX. Our deal?"

Angelo rolled his eyes. Quite a persistent fellow. "Yes, I have it here. Will have a drop point ready for you in a few hours." Twirling a USB around his finger.

"Good. You'll have your pay as soon as the exchange is made."

"Pleasure doing business with ya." Angelo smirked, the files finally ready to be transferred. The call ended and he sets the phone done next to the laptop, plugging the drive into the port. "What did this guy want anyways..." he uttered as he browsed through the files.

It didn't take long to realise what he had stolen.

Reports, logs, secrets, and Operative information. A file drew his attention as it was clearly out of the ordinary in a directory full of sub directories.

Read me

...

A bright red laser appeared on his chest, moving carefully towards the top of his head like. Even if he moved, he wouldn't get away with a leg like his.

He was caught.

"Ah shit."

He clicked his mouse on the text file, reading what was saved as he felt sweat dropping from his temple. He never felt this pressure since he was a soldier.

The fear running down his spine as he is in enemies sight.

Not bad. Your actions haven't gone unnoticed but I'm impressed you made it this far. We had our eyes on you for quite some time now, TeX.

You got two choice.

Angelo read the next lines, it looks like he will have to decide what comes next. Surrender and confess to his crimes or...

He slowly picked up his phone. Dialing the number that was on the screen and waited.

"So?"

Angelo drew his sight towards the source of the light.

"I'm in."

[magnorious]

The Winchesters is Unnecessarily Competent

I like to have TV on as background noise while I work and the other day, I put on The Winchesters because I thought it would be dumb and campy and I wouldn’t have to pay attention. I’d forgotten a Supernatural prequel series existed until scrolling past it on HBO Max. I had never seen a trailer or read any press about it, and I had no idea what I was walking into.

I’m halfway through episode 1 when I see John Winchester team up in a poorly choreographed fight against a demon with Mary Campbell and I start paying attention, waiting for something to swoop in and roofie John to next Thursday, and wipe his memory. But that doesn’t happen. This John knows exactly what demons are.

Having skipped seasons 8-15, save a few episodes here and there, of Supernatural, I missed most of the Men of Letters and Jack shenanigans. But I remember very clearly that a ton of drama in the earlier seasons came from the boys having no idea that their mother was a hunter, and came from a long line of hunters, until a reveal in season… 4, I believe. John never had any idea of his wife’s history, as shown through a couple time travel episodes.

This was a big deal to Sam and Dean. Earth-shattering revelations had all around.

So when The Winchesters decided to retcon that… morbid curiosity had me paying attention solely to find out if this would crash and burn spectacularly with how little the writers seemed to understand about the source material.

Only, The Winchesters didn’t crash and burn. It has solid acting, decent period-appropriate costuming and set design, fantastic characters with a lot of depth, a very Supernatural main antagonist, especially toward the later seasons, and a very clear love and respect for the source material.

And I’m… baffled?

The show was clearly designed for those who had seen Supernatural. The title credits are the same font and the title card has the same sound cues from Supernatural. There’s that old familiar classic rock soundtrack and tons of winks and nods to famous lines from the show, “Saving people, hunting things” being one of them, “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole,” as well.

When actors came to reprise their roles, the music swells upon the face reveal, there’s a big dramatic pause so fangirls can squeal and point at the screen like DiCaprio in that meme. Jensen Ackles reprised his role to narrate and eventually makes an appearance on screen. It’s a good time. It’s a fun time. They rely on familiar faces just enough to have a laugh, and let the main cast of this show have the spotlight, all the way to the end.

There’s some heavy character moments, like Carlos confronting Loki and really, confronting himself, and Lata finally opening up about her past. They also brought in some unique and interesting monsters of the week that felt like the old show. I did think the convenience of using CB radios in lieu of cell phones was a bit, well, convenient, but it never broke the immersion.

But it screws the canon up so badly that I was still baffled until the very last closing info dump explaining that (spoiler alert) this entire show is one big AU, explaining away why Loki (wink wink, nudge nudge) goes down the way he goes, why the actors look different than those from Supernatural playing John, Mary, and Samuel, why these Akrida are never mentioned in Supernatural even though they were a massive threat in this prequel.

At first, I thought that was a massive cop-out. Making this an AU removes any complications the writers would have to face trying to maintain continuity– none of what happens here matters in the main show and none of it adds any nuance because we’re not looking at the 1960s past of anyone we cared about in Supernatural. I’m also sick of multi-verses at this point and studios thinking “multi-verse” adds any sort of stakes to a story.

Then the credits rolled and I had some thoughts.

Now I will say, there is some weirdness. Team Free Will this time around is rounded out by Carlos, who’s gay and hispanic, and Lata, an Indian woman, and their Bobby stand-in, Ada, a black woman. And, the thorn in their side all season is a young, unmarried hispanic cop…. In Kansas. In 1960-something. Surrounded by white men.

All these characters are well-acted, well written, and well-developed, but given the time period, and the setting of middle-America… there’s no racism or homophobia? And, apparently, there’s a solid support system for vets suffering PTSD that totally, absolutely existed back then, for sure.

Weirdest nitpick to have, I know. I’m happy not having an obligatory racist or homophobe bullying these characters, but the script almost seems to ignore that it existed entirely. Maybe on this Alternate Earth, everyone was living in Candy Land, but something definitely felt too polished about how un-hateful the side characters were. Not even surly Samuel is racist. Unless I missed something, of course correct me, it was on in the background for some moments and I don’t remember every single scene after binging it all at once.

Dean’s ending expository monologue feels like an info-dump slap in the face, that can’t be ignored. The final fight ends and none of these characters know who he is, he’s there for the audience, so he’s talking and I believe only John and Mary even get to ask him questions. The other characters are awkwardly silent, standing off-screen.

Cas doesn’t exist. It would be weird to have him there when Sam never showed up, but given what happened with the Supernatural finale also pretending he doesn’t exist, it was a little disappointing not seeing an appearance of his character in another vessel, or any of the angels, back when he was his old, awkward, stick-in-the-ass self. Sam gets a name drop, Bobby comes back, Crowley isn’t mentioned by name, but there’s a wink and a nod there, and... no Cas. At all. 

But with all that said.

The Winchesters is just a fun romp in the past… and it knows it. It’s not burdened by the chains of continuity. It can make these characters do and be whatever it wants. And, watching it post-pandemic, when so much of TV is stripped and streamlined into one long movie with no room for filler or side-quests, seeing filler and side-quests was refreshing. (I recently watched season 1 of Gotham for the first time and that same nostalgia for old storytelling hit. Sometimes filler is a good thing, damn it). The Winchesters, for a prequel series to a show that ran 15 seasons into the ground and blew up with a spectacularly infamous finale, is unnecessarily competent.

[peternelthorpe]

Fathers Day Gift Ideas That Show Just How Much You Care

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Fathers Day Gift Ideas That Show Just How Much You Care

Fathers Day Gift Ideas That Show Just How Much You Care

Whether your dad has just been born or has been a long-time dad-figure in your life, he deserves a gift that says just how much you care. Fortunately, we’ve got a ton of cool Fathers Day gift ideas that are sure to be his go-to this year.

From a splurge-worthy massage gun to an outdoor grill that’s sure to elevate his summer cookouts, here are some of our top picks for your favorite dads this June.

Smart-Home Devices

Smart-home devices make your home more automated, safer and easier to use. They can do everything from turn your lights on to vacuum your floors to control your door locks — all with the press of a button.

For the tech-savvy dad on your shopping list, a smart-home device is an excellent Fathers Day gift idea that will help him live a more convenient and hassle-free life. Some of the most popular smart-home devices include Alexa speakers, Nest learning thermostats and security cameras.

If your Dad likes to watch movies and TV shows on a big screen, give him a smart-home device that can stream his favorite content to his TV. A device like an Apple TV 4K is great for watching Netflix, Hulu and Amazon Prime Video. The Apple TV also has a built-in speaker, so he can listen to his favorite music while watching.

Another great option is a wireless Bluetooth speakers that allow Dad to play his favorite music from his phone or tablet. These devices are compatible with Amazon Echo, Google Home and Siri, so he can use voice commands to control the music in his home.

Finally, if Dad enjoys playing games on his tablet or iPhone, he can set up a smart-home game console with a touchscreen display and wireless controllers. Depending on the model, he can even play games with other players in his home network, giving him an immersive gaming experience without leaving his couch!

The Philips Hue line of smart lights is great for lighting up a rumpus room or family room. These bulbs come in a variety of colors and can be adjusted for ambient light or specific scenes. These bulbs are also easy to control via voice command and work with Amazon Alexa or Google Assistant.

This three-switch touchscreen smart home panel is a great gift for any Dad who enjoys controlling every aspect of his home from a single touch screen. This panel is compatible with Alexa, Ring, Google Home and Apple HomeKit, so your Dad can easily control his smart-home devices from a single screen.

Lawn Mower

Whether your father is an avid gardener or simply enjoys watching his yard grow, a lawn mower makes for the perfect Father’s Day gift. Whether he prefers to mow the lawn himself or enlists help, a good mower can make his job easier and more efficient.

For a more affordable option, try getting him an electric lawn mower instead. This type of mower is a great choice for small to medium-sized yards and will save your dad a lot of time and energy in the long run.

Another way to help your dad with his yard is by giving him a gift certificate for lawn care services. These companies can take care of everything from cutting and edging to weeding and blowing the lawn, saving your dad time, money and energy while also keeping his yard looking great.

This is a great gift idea for those who live in an area where the weather tends to be less than ideal and it’s easy to get caught up in mowing and trimming during the summer. Having someone else do the work allows your dad to relax and focus on other things, like spending time with his family or working on his next big project at home!

If your dad has a big yard and wants to save time, he could use an electric string trimmer for those tough-to-mow spots. The STIHL brand offers a great selection of trimmers, including models that are ideal for mowing and edging as well as ones that can be used to remove dead leaves, pine needles and other plant debris from the ground.

You can also buy him a pole pruner, which are perfect for pruning smaller branches or unruly trellis growth. These tools can be used for residential or commercial projects and are also handy in removing dead and decaying tree limbs, making your yard look neater and more appealing.

Lastly, your dad can also purchase a hose nozzle for his yard that will make watering the grass much easier. This nozzle can be set to spray in a circular motion or for specific areas like the edges of a fence or flowerbeds. This will save your dad a lot of time mowing and weeding and it’s sure to be a hit with him!

Home Beer Brewing Kit

If you’re looking for a great Fathers Day gift for the beer lover in your life, consider getting them a home beer brewing kit. This is an easy and fun activity for both children and adults, allowing them to make their own beer from start to finish. It’s a fun and rewarding hobby that can be shared with friends or family.

A brewing kit is an inexpensive gift that will be appreciated by anyone who enjoys beer. A brewing kit comes with everything needed to start brewing at home, including a hydrometer, a sanitizer, hops and yeast. It also comes with instructions and a guide to help you get started.

The main thing to consider when choosing a brewing kit is whether it includes the equipment that will be most useful. The More Beer Premium Home Brewing Starter Kit is a good choice, with all the basics–carboys for fermentation and bottling, transfer tubing and a bottle capper–you need to start making your own beer.

Another important feature to look for is a wort chiller. It’s a must-have for any brewer, as it helps you chill the wort to a safe temperature so that it can be safely bottled after fermentation.

One of the biggest concerns that a new brewer has is contamination. A sanitizer is essential for keeping the brew clean. The more contaminated your wort, the less likely it is to be a quality product.

Using a wort chiller can help you reduce the amount of ice you need, saving you money and energy in the long run. It’s also a great tool for transferring your brew between carboys and the bottling bucket, as it keeps the liquid cool while you work.

It’s also an excellent way to prevent cross-contamination, so you don’t have to worry about your brewing gear catching something from the rest of your kitchen or the family.

Lastly, make sure the room where you’re brewing is free of traffic. This is because someone can tip your fermenter, sneeze on it, or even open it accidentally and ruin the mixture. It’s also a good idea to keep the area completely dark, since light from the sun can affect your beer.

Gift Cards

When it comes to shopping for your father, there are so many things you need to think about. You need to figure out whether he’s a sports fan, a fashion guru or a sentimental sap who loves to travel back in time.

If you’re struggling to find something he really wants, consider gift cards as an easy way to get him something that’s more than just a generic present. These gift cards come in a variety of amounts, which means you can pick one that’s affordable for him without sacrificing quality.

For example, a $100 gift card to Amazon will let him purchase anything on the site. You can even order him a Kindle Paperwhite, which weighs just seven ounces and offers a glare-free screen and access to thousands of books.

Alternatively, you could give him a subscription to Winc, a monthly wine club that sends him four bottles of different wines every month. He can select which ones he likes best or you can let the site decide for him (which can be a fun surprise).

While gift cards aren’t always the most personalized option, they can still make an excellent gift for any man. You can personalize them with his name, favorite colors or even a special message.

You can also give him a personalized leather journal. He’ll have a place to write down his thoughts and inspirations, and it’ll come in handy when he’s traveling or on the go. You can add his monogram to the front and a thoughtful message to the inside, or you can go all-out with a pocket-size version that functions as a wallet, too.

Finally, a personalized phone charger is another great idea for new dads. He can charge his device without any cords or plugs, and it’s sleek enough to be tucked into his pocket when he’s not using it.

For the dad who likes to brew his own beer, a home brewing kit will be a welcome addition to his collection of tools. It’s lightweight and durable, plus he can create his own fresh brew right in his own backyard.

[tartt9]

Jamie shakes her hand [ fuck, she's got the softest hands he's ever touched ] and has to do his best not to stare at Keeley fucking Jones in his chair. She's not, like, famous-famous, she's just... famous enough that he had a poster of her on his wall. Sort of famous. Famous that people would recognise her modeling, but not famous that she'd get stopped in the street - or so Jamie assumes, he doesn't really know much about how famous people have to be to be stopped in the street. "Yeah, yeah, y'are, yeah," he tells her with a nod, wiggling his fingers [ you look like fucking Simon, you idiot, stop that ]. He looks down at her phone, swiping between the reference photos, nodding. Simple enough, easy enough. Lettering is one of his specialties [ even if he can't spell for shit, that's what autocorrect is for, but this one's only two letters, so it isn't like he can mess that up ]. And the heart is just lines and curves. He's got a steady hand, he'll be able to pull it easily. "And you want the heart in pink like that?" he asks, gesturing to her phone before allowing her to take it back, starting his own prep. His station had been prepped well before she arrived - at the time the appointment was actually slotted to begin - but he has to get his gloves on, everything sanitised that had yet to be sanitised... Jamie is incredibly dedicated to cleanliness; his standards are as high as all of the shop artists. But, before all of that, he taps his iPad to wake it up, swiping past the lock screen [ a picture of himself and Tanya in the shop, taken on a slow day ] to pull up Procreate and mock up the designs quickly.

"Y'don't have to defend your tattoo decisions to me, y'know. Some people think that some of mine are cliché." He's got Roy Kent's number tattooed on his hand, it doesn't get much more cliché than that. At least he didn't get the man's name on him, that'd be fucking embarrassing. Probably best that he didn't meet Tanya until well into Roy Kent's decline, so he wouldn't foolishly make any bets on the man's playing [ even if he would argue with her that Roy Kent was a better player than Thierry Henry until he died ]. "But good that you've got a few, yeah? You're used to the feeling already." He grabs his pencil, quickly drawing up a simple heart, tongue poking out from between his lips as he does so, until she mentions his tattoos. He looks up at her - at Keeley fucking Jones, holy fuck - and grins. "Yeah? Cheers. Took a lot of time, my artist fucking killed it, though," he glances at his own left arm - the massive piece she's definitely referring to, as all of his other [ visible ] pieces are significantly smaller. "I love it, yeah, but massive work isn't for everybody." It cost a ton, and had required Jamie to save money for months, but he's glad he did; it's perfect, in his eyes. Jamie turns his iPad to her, to show her the font he'd picked out for the initials based on her reference pictures, the simple heart directly below it. "How d'those look?" he asks, pushing himself back and forth on his stool as he waits. He just wants to make sure she likes everything before he prints out the stencils and inks them onto her permanently.

she totally hadn’t meant to be late today,  even if this appointment had been a somewhat spur of the moment booking.   keeley had been making big decisions for her life recently and when she had spotted the 1897 parlour whilst checking out a potential storefront for her own business,  she had called up to book a tattoo the day she secured her shop.   they would only be small ones,  nothing too wild  —  she fucking loved looking at other people’s tattoos,  but her own body?   she just preferred the little and delicate ones.   tattoos she could cover if her modelling gigs required it.   that was,  ironically enough,  the reason she had been late to the parlour.

the bell above the door tinkles in the background as she lets the door close behind her,  eyes wide with an apologetic glance as she catches that hint of sarcasm before he went silent.   but he drops it,  so she does too,  and instead crosses the space in a slight hurry to settle into his chair and shake his hand.   hopefully she hasn’t thrown his whole day off with her lateness.     “  hiya jamie !   i’m assuming i’m in your very capable hands then?  ”     her grin is easy as she casually chats.   ( more like fucking flirt,  that nasty little voice of her ex's in her head accuses  —  and so what if she was?   new life meant new people and none of his rules. )   jamie asks what she wants,  and she slips her phone out for reference photos for him to see.   not that she really needs them for what she wants:   her initials on her right wrist and the outline of a heart between her cleavage.   to remind herself who the fuck she is,  and to always have heart when this world gets a little too dark.     “  they’re a bit cliché,  i know,  but i like the small little ones.   i already have a few actually !  ”     keeley tells him,  not tearing her gaze away from him as he preps everything,  glancing him up and down. maybe these tattoos would be extra lucky, considering her day so far — and the fact that her artist was so fucking fit.     “  —i like yours too though.   they’re wicked,  suits you !   never thought about having anything fucking huge like that.  ”

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Not a ranking but some thoughts on the twst characters and porn

Riddle: DOES NOT WATCH PORN AT ALL. He thinks it’s completely inappropriate even in private and the thought embarrasses him too much. The kind of guy who wouldn’t even know what to look for. I think he if ever did jerk off to something it would be something embarrassing and soft core. Like, 50’s pin ups you could have on your wall soft core.

Trey: does watch porn, probably pretty often tbh. I feel like he has a preference for povs. Prefers homemade stuff bc he finds most porn shot in a studio tacky and overdone

Cater: doesn’t actually watch porn that much, he’d rather use his own imagination (Or his clones but we aren’t gonna talk about that) He does probably have a couple favorite actors he sticks too when he does watch it tho. I feel like he’d have a think for tattoos?

Ace: definitely watches porn lmao. And it’s the corny “oh no I am stuck in this random hole in the wall, whatever will I do” or “I’m sorry mr pizza delivery man, I don’t have any money” type shit. He has zero taste

Deuce: also watches porn, not very often tho. He probably started out with very basic porn and one day he tripped and fell into a very specific niche kink he hasn’t been able to escape. He will never admit to it tho

Leona: the type of mf who would watch porn and not even delete the tab before letting someone borrow his phone. Also a fan of povs. Most when the other person is receiving. I feel like he would mostly watch it with the sound off bc he finds the exaggerated moaning irritating

Ruggie: doesn’t watch it super often but when he does it’s probably something that toes the line between satire and porn. He strikes me as a gangbang man

Jack: knows of porn but is too shy to actually look it up. He might find a loophole in erotica or playboy style mags (tho I don’t see him being into that stuff either) rip wolfy

Azul: doesn’t watch it super often but he does have a super secret account where he saves his favorites and revisits them. I think he might enjoy audio povs

Jade: I feel like he’s into porn but he’s so fucking weird I feel like he’s on a mailing list for like. Niche porn where it’s just people fucking in the woods while foraging or something. He watches it 50% for the porn and 50% for the plot

Floyd: another one that would enjoy satirical porn. Mer porn definitely exists in this universe and I think he would specifically enjoy porn involving land ppl and mer people. He’d probably find all the ways to mesh their anatomy fun

Kalim: has access to porn and has watched it but prefers his own imagination. Something about him doesn’t strike me as a porn guy. Maybe some like? Really fancy erotic artwork? But even then that’s more of something to get him in the mood, not to Jack off to

Jamil: likes role play porn with clear D/S tones. He knows what he likes. Too bad he doesn’t get much time to himself 💀

Vil: another one who doesn’t really enjoy watching porn. If he did he’d probably support individual adult content creators on other platforms. He’d send them lingerie and stuff and even then it’s more of a beauty thing than a sexual thing

Rook: another fan of the more homemade style of porn. He likes how intimate it feels. Probably another one who takes interest in specific actors tho he usually only stays interested for a little bit before moving on

Epel: didn’t have access to porn really until he got to NRC. Now he’s a mean lean masturbating machine. Just holes up in the first empty room with a lock at his dorm and picks the first video he finds. He’s got range (or a ton of pent up hormones)

Idia: hentai, I don’t need to elaborate. He’s a freak

Malleus: does not watch porn, probably doesn’t know what it is, would be somewhat interested but not really into it. He strikes me as the kind of guy who’s really only turned on by someone he knows well and is attracted to.

Lilia: he’s seen porn throughout the ages! (Id love to see an exhibit on that) a few videos might check all his boxes but over all there’s not much that does it for him. He’d rather use his imagination

Sebek: lmaooooo too repressed to watch porn. Some of the other first years might show it to him and he’d be scandalized. If he did give in and get off to it he’d be so ashamed afterwards tho

Silver: falls asleep in the middle of it. Probably watches it and tries to jerk off before bed but passes out before he’s done. Hopefully he wears earbuds or something.

NO THESE ARE SO ROGHT IM CRYING.

Ace has such shit taste and thinks those "stepbro" memes are funny. Floyd likes to find very fucking weird satire or expirmental videos like "how many ___ can i shove up my ass" and occasionally sends them to other people to mess with them. Jade and Deuce are part of the 'hyper specific and niche kink club'. Malleus can watch it with a straight face cause he's not interested.

Riddle and Sebek are so unbelievably down bad and repressed.

[steddie-thirst]

Let's Play | Steddie x Fem!Reader | 18+

(Do not report the post it is a re-post from an old account that got shadowbanned and tumblr refused to fix it!))

Warnings: explicit language, daddy kink, perv Eddie, dirty talk, rough sex, oral (male receiving, voyeurism, dom/sub dynamics, some (fake) blood. Sub!Steve and Dom!Eddie

Summary: You are spending some down time at home trying to wait up for your boys. However, a strange phone call leads you to become rather concerned. It's time to play a little game to keep the stranger from on the other side of the line from spilling Steve's guts, all over your porch only to learn it's all part of the game.

It had been a grueling week of exams and mid-terms which had lead to tons of sleepless nights as well as all nighters. Thank goodness it was Friday, and that Steve had been kind enough to drive you home. He was such a golden boy all the girls loved him including you. Some said it was the hair others said it was his charm. Maybe they were right? But to you he was a good friend and no matter how much of crush you developed, it would break that bond. "You okay?" Steve's voice interrupts your thoughts. He had noticed how quiet it was and usually it wasn't on these quite frequent rides home.

Shifting in your seat and leaning against the window in attempt to get comfortable for the long ride ahead. "Uhm, yeah." You reply rubbing at your temples to alleviate the oncoming headache. "Just been thinking about my grades." Steve taps his fingers against the wheel as the radio quietly plays in the background.

"Careful, Y/N. Thinking can be dangerous." He warns earning a giggle from you and he smiles, "I'm serious!" He chuckled as you reach over and gently smack his arm.

"Just focus on the road, Harrington."

"It's hard to focus when there's a pretty girl in my car." He replied with a quick retort. You scoff at such an accusation and turn to look look out the window. "What?" He asks. Most girls would beg at their knees for a chance for Steve 'the hair' Harrington to call them pretty. "Don't believe me?" Steve was shocked that you didn't believe him. He meant it. Unbeknownst to you he had the biggest and dumbest crush on you.

"Its not that I don't believe you, Harrington," You argue, "It's just hard to believe that you think that. I know I'm pretty." He grins at your newfound confidence and nodded in agreement.

"Nice, Y/N." The vehicle comes to slow halt as Steve pulls into your driveway. "But I meant what I said." He re-stated putting the vehicle into park. "You are pretty." Steve cuts the engine and turns his full attention to you.

"Whatever, pretty boy." You tease him back and gather all of your things, reaching over to grab the extra bag in bag in the back. As you do this he gets a perfect view of your ass. Your backside had been on full display, round, and absolutely perfect. He shuts his eyes and turns to look away when you pull back after retrieving the bag from the backseat.

"What?" You huff eyeing a very flustered Steve.

He shakes his head and sighs, "Just, just get out." He muttered and you smile leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Nothing special just a quick 'thank you' peck. Climbing out of the vehicle you turn your head and smile, "Thanks for the ride, Stevie. Eddie offered to pick me up tomorrow for work so I'll see you then." With that said you shut the door and walk off towards the porch, Steve watching your every move like a hawk.

To save some face Steve speeds off down the road towards his own house. He had some 'problems' he needed to deal with. Damn you. He decided tonight was the night he was going to put his plan int motion.

On the other hand as you made yourself comfortable in your own home the phone rang. Ugh, had Steve forgotten something. He had a habit of leaving stuff in your bag and then calling to say he left said object. It was like he just wanted to hear your voice sometimes.

"Hello, L/N residence may I ask who's calling." You adjust the pitch of your voice in order to appear innocent. There was the sound of heavy breathing through the other line.

"Steve?" You try again forgoing the innocent act.

"Who's Steve?" A voice questions and you take the hint that it's not Steve.

"He's.. He's my boyfriend." You lie. Why were you lying to this stranger let alone speaking to him any longer.

"That's to bad. Would've like to of had my shot." The voice was new and kind of sexy but in a 1980's horror cliché kind of way. You find yourself giggling and getting all giddy.

"Don't know stranger. Steve's a pretty jealous guy." Again another white faced lie. Why put on such an act for someone you didn't know let alone just met.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm." You hum sweetly into the receiver and walk over to the couch taking a seat. Maybe your night would take a turn for the better. There's the sound of shifting on the other end before the voice comes back even more flirtatious than the first time.

"You sure that he'd let you run around the house dressed like that then?" Your heart plummets down in your chest and all fun goes out the window.

"Wha-What did you say?" You ask trying to make sure this was all some sick joke.

"You heard me, Y/N. Does your boyfriend let you parade around in short little shorts and that little see through tank top?" The threat of the of this stranger was now very clear to you. Not only was it not Steve, but he could see you.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke?" You ask completely unaware of how anyone could possibly see you in the safety of your own home.

"Aww, are you scared Y/N?" The voice cooed harshly. Your heart thumps in your chest as each second passes by. "Good, you should be."

You whine and go to check the front door before deciding not to let some pervy asshole get the best of you, "I-I'm hanging up and calling the cops." You declare shutting the blinds and double checking the front door's locks.

"You do that and I'll gut Steve on your back porch and make it look like someone fucking ran a chainsaw through him!" The stranger practically shouts at you through the phone. You let out a horrified sob and turn to face the sliding glass door.

"We're going to play a little game."

"What kind of game?" You sniffle walking over to the door and peering out into the dark, until the lights flicked on outside, There sat Steve. He was duck-taped down to one of the lawn chairs blood trickling down the side of his head. He locked eyes with you and shakes his head. You reach for the door handle, but stop on the stranger's account. "Ah, don't do that. Wouldn't want poor old Steve to get cut from the picture." You bring your hand back and let out a whine.

So torn between telling this guy to 'fuck off' but at the same time didn't want Steve to end up on the six-o-clock news. "Now, this game is simple. You answer and get it right, Steve lives, but if you get it wrong.." The stranger's voice trailed of and you swallow your fear.

"Okay, okay, just fucking ask me the questions." You snap into the phone and grip the item tightly in your right hand. Steve watches from his side of the glass as you battle with the stranger.

"Three questions. One right answer. Genre is Horror." God, you hated those movies. It was just a bunch of chicks running around getting murdered, but yet here you were living a real life scenario.

"First question. What is the name of the infamous killer in Halloween?" Shit. You had just went to see the movie with Eddie weeks ago. "Tick tock, sweetheart." You were so busy in thought the nickname went unnoticed by you.

Oh! It hit you. "Michael! Michael Myers!"

"Correct, looks like poor Steve might make it, after all." You look back at your best friend through the glass and he looked you in the eyes. He had to hold on just a bit longer.

"Next question. What movie did Freddy Kreuger make an appearance?" Shit another movie Eddie took you to. A pattern was beginning to form. Why had all these movies been something your friend practically begged you to go see with him.

"Uhmm… shit." You gasp scurrying to find an answer. Something about a street right? Nightmares? Fuck this was so hard. Nightmare Street? No that sounded fucking stupid. Fear Street. Elm Street. Wait! That was it. "Nightmare on Elm Street!"

"Good, now for the final question." Thank fuck you had made it this far. Steve was not going to die tonight and definitely not before admitting how you felt.

"Who is the original killer in Friday the 13th?" Finally a movie you actually enjoyed.

"His mother. Pamela Voorhees." You reply effortlessly and everything goes quiet. The line goes dead and you drop the phone hurrying to pull open the door and rush to aid Steve. Quick hands carefully rip the duck-tape of his mouth.

"Y/N?" You smile at him and hurriedly move on to undoing the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists. He watches every move you make in freeing him from the chair.

"Steve, as soon as I get this off we have to go inside and call the cops. There was some psycho on the phone asking me questions and… and threatening to kill you." You were so focused on setting him free you hadn't noticed the smirk that flashed across his face. Struggling with the last bit of tape, before just ripping it off you sigh in relief. "There."

Standing up and pulling Steve to his feet and out of the chair it was then you noticed something was off with your friend. "Steve?" He stares down at you practically emotionless. Okay, something was definitely going on. He suddenly reached forward and grabbed you by the waist and oh so effortlessly slings you over his shoulder.

"Steve!" You cried hands going to smack his shoulders, "What the fuck?!" He finally dropped you down on the couch and chuckled.

"Man, you are such a brat." Steve huffed his demeanor going from caring and sweet to sour in an instant, "Isn't that right, Eddie?" You look over your shoulder and find a figure standing their clad in all black robe, a ghost like mask hiding their face, a phone in their other hand.

"Sure is, Harrington." No, it couldn't be.

"Surprise, Y/N." The voice is to altered to be sure, but it's all made clear once the mask is removed. Familiar dark curls spring free and big brown eyes stare back you.

"E-Eddie?"

"God, that was fucking amazing!" he cheered tossing the mask aside and waltzing over to you and Steve. He leans over and gets dangerously close to your face, before turning to Steve.

"And you, pretty boy." His gloved hands grab him by the collar pulling him closer, "Were such a good actor. Had her believing you were in real danger." Their lips were dangerously close. Eddie closed the distance and kissed Steve you onlooking the scene with so many emotions crashing down on you at once.

Steve pulls back and looks up at Eddie longingly, "Good boy." He whispers dangerously low and then turns to you. Steve stands there by Eddie's side as he speaks. "You must be wondering exactly what's going on so I am going to let you in on something. Steve and I have been planning this for month's."

Months?

"Steve and I knew about your little crush on both of us and we thought about how fun it would be to make you ours." You look between the two boys. This wasn't the carefree 'freak' who played DnD and shredded on his guitar. This was a much darker side of him and Steve was feeding off of it.

"Why?"

"Because you belong to us." Steve confirmed earning a chuckle from Eddie.

"And you just had to be a fucking brat." He seethed reaching over and grabbing you by the throat pulling you up to be eye to eye with him.

"E-Eddie please." You whimper softly. Steve steps in behind you keeping you sandwiched between the two.

"Eddie, please." He mocked in your own voice. "Baby, the only thing you are going to be begging for is more."

"I don't understand, Eddie." Your voice is quiet. Every movement by Eddie leaves you on edge and he's eating up like it was his last meal. You played right their hands. The silence is cut short when the metalhead speaks up. Steve paying full attention and hanging on every word that fell from his lips.

"She doesn't understand, she says." Eddie tsks turning his gaze to Steve. The other chuckles at his statement his arms sneaking around your waist as Eddie steps closer his chest pressed flush against your own. "I think you do understand and just don't want to admit it."

Steve's left arm leaves the comfort of your waist to pass an object over to Eddie, something that glinted in the moonlight. He brings the object into your line of sight pressing the tip of the knife to your cheek the metal cool against your skin, letting out a whimper. "She's shaking." Steve comments to which Eddie responds with a chuckle.

"You scared, sweetheart?" He asks guiding the tip of the blade down your cheek and pressing the edge to your throat. One wrong move and you'd be done for.

"He asked a question, angel." Steve is kind enough to remind you.

"Y-Yes." Your response is pathetic really. Voice coming out high-pitched and whiny trying to convey the exact opposite of fear. However, everything was betraying you tonight. Including two people you felt had been friends.

"Good. It's time for another game then." Eddie's brown orbs flick towards Steve who took the hint once he stepped away.

You eye Eddie as he steps back away from you. "W-What kind of game?"

"Oh you will find out soon enough, sweetheart. First we are going to get somewhere more comfortable." Steve releases your waist and Eddie gives you a warning look before taking ahold of your forearm. He presses the knife to your side, the rings digging into the skin and most likely leaving a mark. Eddie practically manhandled you all while Steve stood there waiting. "Up the stairs and no funny business. We plan on fulfilling every desire we've had about this moment so I would not even try it." His voice was gruff and demanding. Something about it sent a very familiar warmth between your thighs.

Glancing back at Steve who followed behind the brunette as he ushered you upstairs. Once they step foot into the room Eddie lets out a chuckle, "So this is it huh?"

"Not what I pictured, Eds. You?"

"No, not at all. Of all the times we've been over none of us had ever stepped foot in this room. Now I see why." Eddie was being condescending about the contents of your room and you were enjoying it. Steve eyes the large bed covered with stuffed animals, ranging from bears, to bunny's, and even a little cat. The room was light in contrast to the boys. Beige walls with a pink carpet, and a huge flower rug laid out on the floor. Eddie shoved you forward towards the bed while Steve took a seat at the small desk in the corner of your room. Being shoved and ordered around was starting to get into your head and so slowly grew your arousal.

"Cute little room, princess." He compliments making your heart flutter, and filling your stomach with unnecessary butterflies.

The warnings from your mother flashed in your mind briefly. 'There's just something about that Munson boy, you should go for Steve, he seems nice.'

"Thank you." Eddie smirks lips curling into a thin smile as he looks past you and at Steve.

"What do you think, pretty boy?"

Steve's own heart jumps at the nickname and he responds. "Perfect room for a princess. But, I cannot help but wonder how many times she's gotten herself all wet and needy on that bed thinking about us." Your cheeks flush at the statement alone knowing full well it had happened way to many times.

Eddie sets the knife down and backs you against the edge of the bed, forcing you to sit down his leg wedged between your own. "Probably more times than she can count. Isn't that right, baby?" Dark brown eyes flick down to eyes you over as your response leaves you.

"Yes, Daddy." Steve sat back in the chair as he watched Eddie take his time warming you up.

"Such good manners." He praises fingers curling around your jaw lifting your gaze to stay on him. "Let's see if we can add to the count. Hmm?" You whimper eyes glancing down at the other hand that finds it's way to the thin waistband on your shorts. The pads of his fingers ghosting over your skin left you breathless.

His fingers easily find their way beneath those pretty lacy panties and to your clit. "Fucking knew it. She's soaked, Harrington."

"She likes it when you boss her around, Munson. She's dirty like that." Steve replied causing a light blush to dust your cheeks as Eddie's fingers work against your lips. He chuckles a breathy moan slips past your parted lips.

"Shit, who knew the prettiest girl in Hawkins was such a slut for the freak and some preppy jock?" You lock eyes with Eddie as he plays with your sensitive little bud drinking up the little moans. Suddenly the pleasure is lost by you as he removes hand and brings his fingers up his lips.

Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie as his fingers press past his lips tasting the slick that coated his fingers. Humming as the sweet taste invaded his senses pulling his finger from his mouth and sighing in content. "Fucking delicious. Harrington, come get a taste." Steve stands up and walks over expecting Eddie to place his fingers past his lips, but instead presses his lips to his. His tongue battles Steve's winning and pressing against his won. The tase of you overwhelming Steve's senses as he moans into the kiss. Eddie pulls back and stares down at his swollen lips swiping his thumb over his bottom lip smiling. "You have such pretty lips, baby boy." Eddie compliments sweetly.

God, they both were pretty. Everything about Eddie was especially attractive, from his big hands, to the tattoos and the rings he kept on each finger. Steve was just naturally a pretty boy, good looks, and perfect hair. The two notice your staring and Eddie chuckles. "Sorry, baby. We need to take care of you huh?" You nod weekly.

"I'm not gonna be gentle, sweetheart I have been waiting months after all." He reminds you. He climbs onto the bed and gently presses your back onto the mattress by your shoulders. "Steve's going to eat that sweet little pussy of yours while you suck my cock." As he speaks Steve is quick to fall to his knees and tugs your shorts down so he can get a full view. Eddie is above you legs on either side of your chest as he unbuckles his belt.

"God, Eds. She's got such a cute little cunt." Steve sighs fishing the panties to the side as his fingers work your sensitive folds. His fingers felt good, but you desperately wanted his mouth. Steve presses a kiss to the sensitive bud awaiting his attention and laps at your folds like a starving man.

Eddie pulls his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock a sigh of relief escaping him. His fingers tap your cheek and you look up at the swollen cock before you. "Come on, princess. Open up need to fill up that mouth." You whine in anticipation as his cock stares back at you. Parting your lips the brunettes stuffs your mouth all full with his shaft.

Steve's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as Eddie throat fucks you on the bed above him. "F-Fuck. Such a hot little mouth you've got, sweetheart." Eddie gasps hands digging in the pink cotton sheets, beneath you. His hips jerk forward and press his cock further down your throat. He stares down at you eyes dark with desire. You looked so pretty choking on his cock, spit covering his length, and drool dripping down the corners of your mouth surely ruining the man's jeans.

Steve on the other hand was fully diving in to your pussy, tongue diving into your walls, getting ever last drop making your toes curl and knees week. Thank goodness you weren't standing up. The sweet, wet sounds filled the room.

Eddie admired the way his cock disappeared down your throat which each thrust of his hips. "God, you are such a filthy thing." He groaned using one hand to balance himself as the other found it's way to your hair forcing you to take more and more each time. Steve on the other hand was working extra hard to try and get you to cum. He wanted to taste ever last drop of you. He could feel your walls clenching around his tongue and were sure you would cum any second. He pulled away replacing his tongue with his fingers. "Hey, Eds. I think she's getting ready to cum. Her little pussy is tight and completely soaked."

"Fuck, she's a little slut, getting off on completely being filled." Eddie curses picking up the pace brutally throat-fucking you.

"Yeah?" Steve chuckles. "Bet she'll come if we keep telling her how well she's taking us."

Eddie groaned eyes rolling into the back of his head as he gets close to the edge. "Fucking, shit. She is." He sighs lips parted as he moans, "My dirty little girl." His fingers wrap around your throat making your thoughts disappear. A light, fuzzy feeling washes over you at the lack of oxygen. Then you feel it. The pressure in your abdomen is building, the tingly feeling pools in your tummy as Steve works your clit.

"Come on, princess. Go ahead an cum for, Steve, yeah?" The brunette above you encourages and you let out the filthiest moan muffled by the cock stuffing your mouth. Bach arched and whole body shuddering as your first orgasm of the night crashes over you. Eddie smirked down at you, "Good girl." He praises fingers loosening up on your throat. You could tell Eddie was ready to come just by the way his dick was twitching on your tongue. You hummed around him, tongue swirling around the tip bringing him over the edge.

"Holy shit." Steve whispered watching the scene before him unfold. Eddie's head fell back as his lips parted a string of curses flowing from him as he pulled you to the very hilt of his shaft. Your nose filled with the familiar scent of smoke and musk. He came down your throat and held you there until he was done. Steve watches as some of the cum leaks from your lips as Eddie slowly pulls you off his dick. You look up at him and chuckles, "Swallow, baby. Take all of Daddy's cum."

Steve watches as you willfully obey every word. "Open." Eddie demands wanting to check and see if you'd listened. Mouth open tongue hanging out as he tilts your chin to inspect you then lets go shoving your head back into the mattress. "Good fucking girl."

The other is breathless as he watches Eddie climb of the bed cock hanging limp between his leg. "You turn, pretty boy. Let's see how you handle her." You sit up and look between both boys, but Eddie stops you. "One sec, sweetheart." He reaches for the knife a quickly works at cutting away the tank-top you'd been sporting. Oh well, it had already been ruined anyway. He quickly works off your panties and tossed them off to the side leaving you completely bare. Steve walks over to you unbuckling his belt and quickly working his cock out of his jeans.

"Now, Steve. I'm gonna teach you how to properly handle a girl like Y/N." Eddie instructs him as he ushers you off the bed and down to your knees before Steve. He sits comfortably at the edge of your bed and watches his boyfriend stand before you cock standing hard and proud. He reaches into his pocket and fishes out a cigarette lighting it and taking hit. Eddie relishes in the numbing affects as the nicotine rushes through his senses, blowing the smoke through his nose as he locks eyes with Steve. He pushes the butt to the corner of his mouth as he takes a fistful of your hair yanking your head back.

"Fuck, Munson." Steve sighs watching as the other curls his fingers in your hair putting you on full display. Eddie chuckled as he watched Steve's cock twitch at the sight. "You gonna keep starin' pretty boy or you going to fuck her throat?"

Steve whined and pressed the tip of his aching cock to your lips, and you open your mouth taking him down your throat so well. "Take her by the hair, baby boy. It'll help her enjoy the experience." Steve's fingers replace Eddie's grip on your hair and you moan around him as his nails dig into your scalp. Eddie sits back taking another hit of the cigarette in his mouth as he watched, blowing the smoke out into Steve's face chuckling as the boy coughed.

"Come on, Steve. Fuck her throat like you mean it." He ordered hands wandering past your shoulders and down to your exposed breast. Eddie's fingers brush past the sensitive nipples and you cry out around the cock muffling your noises.

"Fuck.." Steve grunted hips thrusting forward at a much harsher pace. His gaze is down on you as his cock fills your mouth, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. Eddie smirks as he takes on last drag of the cigarette inhaling it through his longs and huffing it out. The smoke surrounds you and Steve and you inhale the scent. You moan around his shaft tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. His hips stutter and he throws his head back, pushing you further down to the hilt of his cock.

"F-Fuck.." He breathes, the scent of smoke and musk filling your senses. His cock twitched in your mouth and Eddie chuckles. He takes the cigarette he was nursing and douses it out on the nightstand. His fingers take each nipple between his fingers and pinch them. Earning another moan from you sending a warmth to your core.

"God, fuck.. Eddie I'm.." Steve huffs getting closer and closer to that edge. You can feel him pulsating against your tongue. Eddie takes notice of the labored breathing as Steve's thrusts become lazy almost slowed. His fingers retreat from your breasts and find their way back to your shoulders.

"You close baby boy?" Eddie questions. Steve locks eyes with him and whimpered.

"Yes." Steve answers pathetically much to Eddie's pleasure.

"You wanna cum, pretty boy? Hmm?" You had never experienced something so erotic as this. You were practically dripping due to the exchange above you. Steve whined knowing full well what the brunette wanted.

"God, Eds. Please let me cum." He begs eyes locking with his dark brown orbs. His cheeks flush a bright pink when Eddie replies.

"Then you better ask me nicely. Let me hear those words, baby." He smirks and Steve whined desperately, but obeyed.

"Please, I've been such a good boy. I've done everything you asked, let me cum." Eddie chuckled reaching forward and prying you off Steve's cock with a loud 'pop' ringing through the room.

"Yeah? You wanna cum?" The brunette asked. Steve nods glancing back at you before turning his eyes back on Eddie.

"Where? My mouth or hers?" Steve's breath hitch's as he thinks it over. As pretty as you would look taking his load. Steve wanted Eddie.

"You, Eds. I want your mouth on my cock." He replies and something about the scene unfolding before you had quite an effect on you. Something about the desperation lacing Steve's words as he begged for Eddie.

The man does not hesitate as he takes your place down on his knees before Steve. Eddie was probably the only guy in the world who could look pretty while sucking another man's cock. He takes the shaft in his hand glistening with your spit and takes the head into his mouth with ease. Your fingers travel down to your soaking clit and begin to rub little circles around the sensitive bud biting your lip as you watch Eddie take Steve's cock like a champ.

"F-Fuck, Eds." He cooed down at the brunette. Eddie bobs his head up it down pumping his cock at the base. Your flingers move faster in rhythm with Eddie's strokes. He hallows out his cheeks and takes Steve all the way down his throat. Steve's head lolls back as his hips stutter forward a grunt escaping his parted lips.

"Fuck, Eddie! I'm--" Eddie swallows every drop of cum, enjoying the taste of it on his tongue and slowly pulls off looking up at Steve through half-lidded eyes. He locks eyes with you and Eddie smirks.

"You liked that princess? Getting off to me making our pretty boy cum down my throat? Hmm?" His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he crawls over to you on all fours. You stop your movements as Eddie reaches down and shoves your hands away. He presses his lips to yours and you can taste Steve's cum mixed with saliva as his tongue pry's at your lips.

His fingers find your entrance and slides two fingers inside making you gasp. Eddie pulls away and chuckles, "We'll have to do this more often princess." He grins watching as you spread your legs wider for him hips rocking down onto his fingers. Basically fucking his fingers like it was his cock.

Eddie chuckled, "Look at her, pretty boy. So desperate to get fucked she's riding my fingers." Steve chuckled taking a seat on the bed as it was his turn to watch Eddie get what he really came here for. You. He had been wanting to fuck you since that first day senior year. Now here he was about to finally get what he'd been wanting.

He shoves you back onto the carpet hissing as your head hit the floor. His fingers still inside you as he crawled over you. "Such a fucking little slut." He hissed at you.

"M'not." You argued meekly reaching up to grip Eddie's forearms. He removes his fingers and you whine. The metalhead chuckles, "Don't worry baby. I'm gonna take care of that pretty little hole." As soon as the world left his lips his cock was filling you up. His arms holding him up as he fucked you on the floor. Steve grips his own cock and strokes it in time with Eddie's thrusts. He was relentless making sure you felt every inch and managing to hit that golden spot each time making you see stars.

"That's it, slut. Fucking take my cock like the greedy princess you are." He grunts making sure you knew how much of a slut you were for them and only them. Steve's grunts filled the background as Eddie practically growled at you. That same feeling from earlier was building up once more and Eddie could feel it.

"Already gunna cum on my cock. Fucking dirty bitch." Eddie sneered hips slapping against your own. You throw your head back moaning, as your walls flutter around his cock, and your second orgasm crashes over you.

"Fuck-Oh, god Eddie!" You cry out nails digging his forearms as he fucks you through your orgasm, Making you ride that high for as long as possible, until his own cock twitched, being completely milked by you and came deep within your cunt.

"That's it, baby. Take it. Fuck." He groans followed by Steve who's cumming in the palm of his hand as he watched Eddie fuck the living daylights out of you.

Eddie sighs completely relieved and totally spent, pulling out of your aching cunt leaving you shuddering. He leans down and kisses your forehead brushing away the stray hairs stuck to your face. "You were such a good girl, baby. So good for me." He kisses your cheeks and helps you climb into his lap letting him hold you whilst Steve takes his leave to go clean himself up.

"Mm, thank you Eddie." He chuckles, "You're welcome princess. But we are seriously going to have to come over more often, I'm already addicted to that little pussy of yours." He whispers earning a hum from you as your eyes flutter shut and his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

[do-ray-mi]

Heavy Metal(NCT Dream Jisung x male reader)

Pairing: NCT Dream Jisung x Male Reader

Genre: fluff, humor, couple of sexual jokes but only jokes.

Warnings: mentions of piercings

Description: Jisung and Y/n could go a couple of days without kissing... right?

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"What do you mean "I can't kiss you for a couple days"!?!?!" Jisung exclaimed on the phone, to him, he felt like he just received the worst news of his life.

Y/n chuckled at his boyfriend's dramatics.

"I told you, I just got my snake bite piercings, my lips are gonna be sensitive for at least a few days. Plus, I rather avoid any ways of getting infections." He mumbled the last sentence.

Jisung froze for a second before sitting on his bed, "I still can't believe you were able to convince management to let you get those piercings... usually they only allow piercings or tattoos when they're easy to hide."

"Well I used their love for "trying new things" against them. You know how good I could be with words~" Y/n totally teased him with that last sentence.

Jisung let out a shaky sigh thinking back to all the times Y/n would casually drop a smooth pick up line and flirty comment before they started dating. He's never been so easily flustered until Y/n debuted in the group and turned his entire world upside down.

He wouldn't have it any other way tho, he's ready to destroy the world just to see Y/n smile.

"... tho, if it bothers you that you can't kiss my lips, you could always kiss my di-" Y/n was cut off by a panicked scream, making him laugh.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT FINISHING THAT SENTENCE!!!" Jisung reached notes so high, Ariana Grande felt a disturbance in the force.

... He forgot how much Y/n loves making dirty jokes...

"Anyways, I'm almost home. My lips may not be available, but my forehead is and I expect to get a big ol' smooch there once I walk in!" Y/n said, eyeing the apartment building they live in that isn't too far from the car he's in.

A chuckle was heard from the other line. "Yeah, I could make that happen. I love you, see you soon!" Jisung said.

"I love you too, sugar plum muffin"

"Nevermind, I hate you, don't come home"

All Jisung got was a loud laugh.

*

Y/n walked in, his bottom lip still pulsing slightly. Not being the first piercing he's got, he's used to it. He's already got tons of piercings on his ears, even one on his nose. Yuta and Ten are planning on taking Y/n to get his belly button pierced on his birthday.

Jisung once asked him what the point of a tongue piercing was if you could barely see it.

Only to regret it once he found out why, he swears his face has never went more red.

Y/n wasn't even able to take off his shoes before getting pulled into a bear hug from behind and having a face buried in his neck.

"Who are you?" He asked playfully.

"The best Jisung in Kpop"

"Han-Sunbaenim!?!? Omg I'm such a huge fan!!"

"DIVORCE!!!!!" Jisung yelled while aggressively(but not too much) removing his arms from his boyfriend's body and dramatically stomping of into their shared room.

Y/n was clinging onto the wall gasping for air as he wheezed. Renjun got out of his room to check the kitchen thinking his kettle was going off, only to see Y/n fighting for his life in the hallway before sighing and going back in his room.

*

Day 3 of no lip-to-lip contact. I'm alive, but barely.

The snake bite piercings are becoming a challenge. I didn't expect him to look that good with them.

I try to resist the temptation, but I am but a man, I can't fight the feeling(stan EXO) for long.

379 times, that's how many times I've almost kissed him on the lips in the past 72 hours.

Cheeky bastard always smirks everytime I catch myself. He's lucky he's so gorgeous or I...

... who am I kidding, I can't threaten anyone to save my life.

I don't know how long I could survive like this. This is far harder than any moment in my trainee and idol career combined.

His lips just look so nice... I'm considering therapy.

"Babe, they're just piercings. It's not like it's the apocalypse. You'll be able to kiss my lips all you want tomorrow." Y/n said over Jisung's shoulder, peering onto his Survival Journal.

"... life's been tough, Love. You don't understand..." Jisung sounded awfully miserable. Maybe Y/n should look into a therapist for him.

For now, he can only roll his eyes.

"Oh please, at least you could still kiss every other part of me. I can't kiss you AT ALL! So who's the real loser here?" Y/n shot him down real quick.

"This is what I get for dating someone who had to choose between idol training and law school..." Jisung sighed, basking in his new found defeat.

*

Jisung felt all his burdens leave him the moment his lips made contact with Y/n's. He's been getting twitchy these past couple of days. Probably going through some sort of withdrawal syndrome.

Y/n wasn't faring much better, but he was able to hide it more.

Jisung was getting so twitchy and paranoid, fans recently started comparing him to Tweek Tweak from South Park.

But it's okay, cause Y/n was being compared to Craig Tucker.

They finally let go for air, leaning his forehead against the other, releasing a content sigh.

"So? How does it feel?" Y/n asked.

"Like... kissing a fork." Jisung chuckled at how fast the smile dropped from his boyfriend's face.

"I better a good looking fork!"

"The sexiest fork in South Korea!"