#i literally just need the note for catching every fish

[cerealmonster15]

i think jamie harvest moon was my first exposure to rivals to lovers as a concept. incredibly rude we couldnt marry them without the game ending tho

[hwajin]

☆°. — silly boyfie things | skz

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: i haven't posted headcanons in ages and this was SO much fun to fabricate omg hope you like it 🫶🫶

— CHAN

he would FIGHT with you over the check after you went out for dinner. like literally FIGHT and not budge when you propose to pay yourself, because you feel bad that he always, always pays for the both of you. you think you smarted him out when you invited him for dinner calling for you to pay but he has his wallet ready the moment you finish your food, telling the waiter the bill is shared and having his money out faster than you can look — it nearly enrages you every time, but he tells you he genuinely enjoys paying, doesn't mind it and wants to do it, so you have no chance other than letting it go (even if reluctantly).

— LINO

he's so annoying he thinks it's PEAK commedy to say "no" to every single favour you ask him only to do it seconds later. OR saying no and waiting, actually not doing said favour and waiting for you to get annoyed until he'd nudge and end up doing it after all. giggles as if he's the funniest mf like he enjoys seeing you being annoyed so much. acts like this in front of friends and in public in general as well, ALSO cringes sm when you show him affection whenever on a get together though the moment the two of you are alone he literally won't be able to keep his hands off you. like he pretends to be so disgusted when you even as much as touch him in public, and the moment you're alone behind closed doors he's slouching onto you like a koala.

— CHANGBIN

omg you can't tell me that he didn't invent the "no you hang up first" 😭 like you'd be coming to the end of a conversation (often while he's on tour or smth tho he literally needs to hear your voice every single day so he calls you like whenever he has a minute even of free time) and at some point he's like "aight hang up 🥰" and you play along and hit him with the "no you do 😆😝" and the quarelling goes back and forth (jokingly on your side, in ALLLL seriousness on his) and at some point you say goodbye for real and hang up AND YOU CAN BET THIS FUCKER CALLS BACK like all pouty and actually slightly upset that you had the audacity to hang up??? and you're like someone has to at some point we can't have an endless phone convo??? and he's like why not do YOU NOT LOVE ME???? yeah you get it.

— HYUNJIN

bro this man NEEDS him to be your lockscreen on your phone. like it's an actual need of his or else he's gonna cease to exist he thinks. like you're obviously his wallpaper (both on his lock AND homescreen) so when he catches a glimpse of your phone and you dare to have just a random pinterest pic as your lockscreen, one you've chosen mindlessly altogether he RIOTSSSS. pouts as if his life is depending on it, clutches his heart as if it's gonna stop any minute, gasps and side-eyes you as if you straight up cheated on him. takes a selfie RIGHT that moment (it takes him a while because he both can't decide whether he wants it to be cute or sexy, and because he wants to look good either way) and sets it as your lockscreen instantly. checks like daily to see if you've changed it (if you did to tease him he LITERALLY is moments from breaking up with you).

— JISUNG

he sends you pics of ugly looking animals with a 'you' attached to the message. like even if it has no resemblence with you altogether. like it'll be a fish, a whale, a bird, a funny looking dog and their all attached with 'you'. and like he finds it so funny even if you never react to it, in fact finds it SO hilarious that at some point he will send you pics of literally ANYTHING he sees ever — like furniture, tools, random fucking street lamps, you name it — with a 'you' attached to it and CACKLES as if he invented comedy himself. the bright side to it, he takes this to the romantic level and shoots pretty pics of flowers and sends them with the same 'you' attached to it, or pics of the sky, or of a particularly bright star. so maybe it's not that annoying after all.

— FELIX

he causes his friends to tease you because he literally can't shut up about you. like every single thing you do he even slightly adores (which is, every single thing period, tbh) is being reported to his friends because he's just so in love with you he has to get the words out or he'll combust :((. like you'd maybe get him a little gift, smth small about stuff he's interested in lately, or these "i saw this and thought of you" gifts and he presents said gift to his friends as if it's an artifact of love itself, and the next time you're over they're going at you, teasing the shit out of you because tbh, they've teased felix so much already for talking their ears off that they need another victim. you basically never stop blushing when around them, hearing constantly just how much your bf talks about you when you're not around (and you'd lie saying you don't like it).

— SEUNGMIN

bro just straight up leaves you on read except when your text contains something of advantage to him 😭😭. like you haven't seen him in a while and want to catch up a bit? he reads the message and responds like 5 hours later ("we've seen each other yesterday, you can't possibly miss me enough to talk again"). or when you send him random tiktoks or shitposts — opens and reads them and then doesn't ever bother to even leave a like 😭. though the moment you hit him with a text like "running to the supermarket, you want anything?" he's responding the same second and you grow salty every time, wondering why you put up texting him in the first place.

— JEONGIN

pretends to be jealous like a LOT. like the first time he'd be actually jealous, going fresh into the relationship with insecurities still gnawing at you and him and when he confesses you reassure him, making sure he understands there will never be an occassion on which he needs to be remotefully jealous, even. and after that he simply pretends to be, for shits and giggles and to piss you off. like you talk to the barista for your order? how could you even look their direction omg. you send a quick text to a friend while out with him? how dare he's not the single most important thing in your life rn. you tell him about a dream that didn't involve him? breaking up with you this very instant. can't stop himself from giggling at his one if a kind humour while watching you grow annoyed every time anew.

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[taesankisser]

bf!leehan thoughts <3

warnings: fem!reader implied, i am DELUSIONAL!!!, comforting (no serious content warnings!)

song rec: take my hand by zerobaseone

writing under the cut!

bf!leehan, who is so observant when it comes to you and your emotional needs. he’s always there for you when you need him, and can always tell when something isn’t right. it can sometimes catch you off guard with the way he’s learned to read you, but it’s become one of the many ways he makes you feel loved. he can see through even the thickest of your masks, and it makes you treasure him even more because he can see you in a way that most people can’t.

bf!leehan, who is the best at listening because he’s invested and nonjudgmental as well as really focused on your needs in the moment. he’ll let you talk forever if that’s what you need and it’s so endearing because he’ll watch you with the most engaged puppy dog eyes, paying attention to everything you said. he’s one of those people where when you talk to him you actually feel genuinely heard and not just listened to, he makes you feel seen and valued. he radiates quality time energy, so this is also be super beneficial in the sense that it satisfies that social part of him as well as his need to spend quality time with his lover. talking things out with him is genuinely just all around beneficial to your relationship because you both feel loved through it.

bf!leehan, who is so easy to love because of how laid back and calm he is. he has that silly/goofy side to him, but at the same time he’s quite calm, which causes him to be such a safe haven for you. when things get hard and stressful, he’s right there waiting for you with open arms. he’s reliable in the way that when it feels like everything in your life is falling apart, he isn’t and he’s by your side through everything. he makes things a lot more bearable through the hardest of seasons.

bf!leehan, who loves doing skin care with you. by the time you’re well into your relationship, you’re practically a beauty guru with the way he’s taught you everything. he makes sure you do it every night, even when you’re tired. you always opt to do with him so it’s not as tedious or boring. you two share products and he loves doing masks with you. you get into the routine of doing a face mask at least once a week as a way to bond, while also taking care of your skin! he’s so cute in the way he’ll look out for new products and share new tips he learns. overall, the cutest self care bf ever!

bf!leehan, who turns into a completely different person when you agree to go look at fish with him. if you initiate an aquarium date, he’ll literally look at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. you go to the aquarium at least once a month (sometimes different ones too to explore and see more fishies) and it almost becomes like a regular date you two have. you love going with him, even if you’re not the biggest fish enthusiast like your boyfriend. you love it because he gets so excited, it’s such a simple thing that makes him light up, which makes your heart happy just like his in those moments. you two really thrive off making the other feel happy, comfortable, and cared for in your relationship.

<3

author’s note: this was requested by a sweet anonie so i hope you all enjoy! i cried on the inside while writing this tbh because i am madly in love with him… we’re not getting into it so BYE! have a great day/night!!

- lots of love, solar!

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 4

Part 3

"And you said yes?", Robin said, her voice impressively even.

"I did", Steve said, phone on speaker as he got ready for work. "I figure, if he's going to have a sugar baby, might as well be me, right? I think this is the universe giving me a break."

"Okay, yeah, sure, until he takes you out and gets you involved in like drugs or something, or takes his anger out on you when he doesn't win a Grammy or something. Or worse, you're a mistress and his actual spouse comes for revenge. OR you actually get really involved with him, help him get even more famous, have very talented children, but then his drug running gets you arrested and when you get out of jail he acts like he doesn't know you and estranges your children!"

Steve paused in putting on his shoes, grinning. "You've been watching Empire."

"Terrence did Taraji so dirty Steve."

"But not enough to learn their characters' names. I need you to catch up so we can watch season 2 together." It hurt being away from her. Before, whenever one of them started obsessing over a show, they could literally sit down and put aside one of their days off to binge a bunch of episodes.

"Sorry, let's get back to you dating a rockstar? Steve? Steve."

"We're not dating. He's just gonna text me whenever he wants to fuck. That's it. He might buy me something nice from time to time." Steve grabbed his keys and went out the door, nearly stepping on something left on the floor in front of it.

"Okay, yeah, sure, but isn't this the reason you cut your parents out? Did they want this exact life for you?", Robin asked.

"No, this is totally different. For one thing, Eddie doesn't want commitment. He doesn't want kids out of me. And even if I attend events with him, I'm just arm candy, but you know, in a good way."

"There's a bad way to be arm candy?"

Steve thought back to the functions he had to go to when still under his parents' thumb. There was definitely a bad way to hang off someone's arm like a decoration. He looked to the little box in his hand. No note, but it had clearly been placed in front of his apartment.

He opened it and found an expensive looking watching inside. The face was a cool navy blue color. He didn't need a card to know who it was from.

"Eddie's different from the guys my parents wanted", Steve said. "And when it's over, I'll at least have something to show for it."

"Just don't be stupid about this, dingus. If this goes sideways, I won't be close by to save your ass."

"Noted", Steve said as he closed the box and continued on his way to work.

-------------------

The next time Eddie texted him, it was to go to lunch. It was a more casual setting than before, but still a pretty high end sushi restaurant.

"I must admit, I called you here under false pretenses, Steve", Eddie said as they sat in a booth.

Steve smiled at his serious tone. "I gathered, given our whole arrangement." Being taken out somewhere was typically a prelude for something intimate later, even in a normal relationship. When Eddie asked him out, Steve full expected sex. He wasn't complaining, last time had been very nice. He wondered how long until Eddie sent a simple 'u up?' booty call.

"I have to attend some fancy lunch meeting in a couple days and they're taking us to a sushi place", Eddie started to explain. "Problem is, I hate sushi."

"...Did you...are we here to train your taste buds or something?", Steve asked.

Eddie nodded. "These are some pretty important people and I can't sit there and tell them my favorite fish is whatever they use for fish sticks."

"Pretty sure it's cod."

"What? Nevermind. I just need to get one of everything and force myself to acquire a taste for it", Eddie said, eyes narrowing in focus at the menu.

Steve smiled. It was cute how serious he was being. He thought back to previous gatherings when some alpha would try and force a drink on him or when the hors d'oeuvres being served weren't to his liking.

"Want some advice?", he offered, continuing when Eddie nodded with his big Bambi eyes, "Instead of forcing yourself to like something, you should be able to say why you don't like something."

"Sounds like complaining", Eddie said, putting the menu down.

"No, you sound cultured", Steve clarified. "Watch." He cleared his throat and held up his glass of water. "Thank you for offering, but I only drink water from a natural spring. I prefer Canadian or Icelandic, but I'll take Swedish if you have it. Nothing from Switzerland though, it has this horrid mineral after taste to it." He set the glass down, adjusting under Eddie's wide eyed gaze.

"I don't know if that was bullshit or not but it sounded legit."

"It's legit what some girl said at a party once. I've never sourced where my water came from, but it works for just about anything. If you can articulate why you don't like something, it comes off better than just saying you don't like it."

"What kind of parties did you go to?", Eddie smirked.

Steve shrunk a little. "Just, you know, parties. So what's your experience with sushi?"

"Supermarket stuff", Eddie said simply.

"....You're kidding. How long have you been a rockstar?"

"I didn't realize this was an interview."

Steve tapped the table as he considered something. He looked to the other part of the restaurant. The bar where chefs were preparing the food. He almost asked Eddie a question directly, but remembered his role as a sugar baby. It wasn't his job to ask how much something would cost or even to ask Eddie to spend the money. All he needed to do was ask for what he wanted.

So he moved over to Eddie's side of the booth and leaned in close to his space. "I think you need something a little more...fresh."

"Fresh?", Eddie echoed as Steve led him to stand.

"And flavorful."

"Uh-huh."

"And satisfying", Steve whispered the last part before sitting down at the bar.

Eddie didn't know when Steve got him here but he did and he ordered something called 'omakase' and suddenly the chef's hands got really busy. He put a little filet of something on rice and then took a blow torch to it.

"I didn't know you could cook the fish..."

It was placed in front of him, but Eddie was still skeptical, which Steve noticed.

"'Omakase' means you're trusting the chef to pick out the best for you", he said. Then Steve took his chopsticks and picked up his piece. He ate it in one bite and Eddie subconsciously swallowed as he watched it pass his beautiful lips and then slide down that gorgeous throat. He wasn't even eating sexily, that was just how far gone he was.

Then Steve picked up Eddie's piece and held it to his lips. Eddie didn't even hesitate to open up and let it in. Tender rice, delicate fish, a total opposite to the sushi he'd experienced before. And it didn't stop there. The chef served cut after cut and each time, Steve asked him what he liked or didn't like.

Eddie was no slouch when it came to language. So he was able to come up with that on his own. He had just never considered respectfully refusing food and to do so with a haughty air deserving of a celebrity.

"Mmm, great choice on the shrimp", Eddie praised the chef. "Texture is superb. Sweet on the tongue too. Nice one, Tatsuro-san."

"Better than the crab?", Steve asked.

"I'm sorry, but nothin' beats an old fashioned crab boil for me. It's the only way I can eat crab."

"You've got opinions and you know how to voice them. I never imagined that be an issue for you, but I think you're ready now."

"Oh I've got opinions out the wazoo. I was just taught to never complain about food."

"Good boy", Tatsuro commented as he prepared something else.

"Very good", Steve agreed as an oyster on a half shell was put in front of him and Eddie.

Tatsuro winked at Eddie and he tried not to think about it as they finished up the course. He was absolutely not thinking about how oysters were an aphrodisiac, or how he'd had a great time, or how this felt like a date and not an outing with a hot piece. He wasn't doing a good job of being a sugar daddy, was he?

Time to fix that up right away. He paid for the meal, leaving a generous tip and led Steve out the restaurant, arm around his waist.

"You were extremely helpful. I can honestly say I like sushi now", he beamed. "And I think excellent service deserves a reward."

"You gonna give me a tip too?", Steve teased. And there was certainly a tip Eddie wanted to give him. Really the whole thing, but he had another idea in mind. And thankfully the appropriate place wasn't too far from here.

"You're buying me a suit?", Steve realized as they walked into a tailor's.

"I've got an eye for these kind of things. And you need something to match your new watch", Eddie said. He had a feeling Steve knew what to do, so he let him free.

Steve gave him a look and Eddie made a 'go on' motion. So Steve went, picking out different pieces for himself to assemble a new suit. There was a man awaiting any need of assistance and did so once Steve came out of the dressing room and stood in front of the mirrors.

Eddie was sitting before him, watching as Steve appraised his reflection and the tailor took some of his measurements. The suit was in silver, with a black shirt underneath. He finished of the look with a dark blue handkerchief in the chest pocket. It already looked great. Eddie knew he'd be breathtaking once it was bespoke. He ached to put his hands on him but public decency kept him from doing so.

"You look good enough to show off", Eddie praised.

"You look like you have somewhere in mind", Steve said, looking at the other man through the mirror.

"There's a shindig goin' down that I wouldn't mind having a date to."

Eddie put in the order for the suit to be done the day before the event. "Let's head back to my place."

This time, as they traveled, Steve was the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself. His hand stroked Eddie's thigh, getting close to where he wanted but never actually touching.

"What're you thinking about?", he asked when he noticed how hard Eddie was holding the wheel.

"Oysters. And you." And how he really should get a personal driver on hand.

Steve laughed softly and let a finger do circles on his crotch. "I think our chef was trying to be subtle. But I know what oysters are supposed to do."

"Oh?"

"And I don't need any culinary suggestion to get me in the mood." Honestly, he kind of felt like blowing Eddie now and probably would have chanced it if it wasn't still light out. "Can you be a good boy like he said?"

Eddie nodded.

"Good. Because we still have to take the elevator."

They didn't get as far as they did the first time they took this elevator but Eddie did attach himself to Steve's back and kissed at his neck. Once again, Steve could see their reflection in the wall. Eddie's eyes roamed his torso, wanting to go further but holding back. He only got bold enough to pinch a nipple through his shirt when the doors opened to their floor.

Steve only moved because of Eddie's prompting, finding it very easy to melt in his hold. They got about two steps out of the elevator before Eddie pushed him against the wall, kissing his lips and running his hands up under his shirt.

"Saw you lookin' at yourself in the elevator. Pretty baby likes how he looks?"

Steve's only response was to moan against his lips and rub against his leg. The closest camera was all the way at the end of the hall, though they'd be screwed if anyone opened up their door. He knew he looked good and liked looking good. And he'd seen the way Eddie's eyes were glued to him at the tailor's. That was a good feeling too.

Eddie took out his key card to open up his door and pulled Steve inside. They migrated to the couch, just needing to get horizontal. Steve lied underneath, Eddie's leg in between his again and providing friction as he rutted up against it. It was so hot, Eddie wanted to watch him get off just like this. If he got his pants off he could watch that sweet pussy drag-

Steve nearly jolted off the couch when a loud guitar riff sounded from Eddie's back pocket.

"Shit", Eddie hissed when he realized who was calling. He could ignore it, but he knew they'd just keep it up until they got to his door.

"You need to take that?", Steve asked, voice a little breathless.

"Just-just gimme a moment, it'll be quick." Eddie answered and Steve could be patient. He just couldn't be good and patient. He rubbed at Eddie's arm before taking his hand in his own. He brought it to his lips and swirled his tongue around his index finger, keeping his gaze down at first and then looking up at Eddie.

The man above him was speechless, up until whoever he was talking to shouted at him from the other end and got his attention again. Well, half of it anyway. The other half was on Steve sucking down two of his fingers now. Eddie groaned both in frustration and the beautiful man under him. Steve was only half following the conversation but it sounded like their time together might be cut short.

Eddie hung up with a sigh. "Baby...baby I gotta go."

"Right now?", Steve asked.

"Yeah but...but if you could, I mean you can stay here until I get done. It'll be quick, just a couple of hours tops. And I can take you out to dinner too."

"You want me to stay?"

Eddie's hair shook as he nodded. He stood up, glad he had a bit of time to calm his boner down. Then he saw Steve lying there on the couch, lips kissed wet and certain his lips farther down were just as glistening. He leaned over to cup him between the legs, feeling the warmth through his clothes.

"Don't forget who this belongs to", he growled when Steve whimpered.

"Okay." And because this man was sent from above, he whispered, "Daddy."

Eddie couldn't hold back then, kissing him hard, tongue marking his insides while rubbing Steve through his pants. He unzipped them, thinking he could just get him off quick when the ringtone sounded again. Pulling back was the hardest thing to do.

"Keep it nice and warm for me", Eddie said before fully removing himself.

"Hurry back."

And then Steve was alone. In a rockstar's hotel room. He thought about what a sugar baby might do when their daddy went off for what must be a very important but impromptu meeting, especially when it stopped such a heated moment. It became very obvious what he needed to do and so he headed straight for the bedroom.

Part 5

I need you to know that when I first envisioned this fic it was literally just supposed to be smut with connecting scenes but it somehow turned to "don't catch feelings" and "oops we're accidentally dating" the fic so here we are.

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[corroded-hellfire]

Jitters - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: It's the first day of school for the Munson children--ever for Eliza, but their dad is being the biggest baby of them all.

Note: With all the back-to-school excitement going on I thought, "What would Eddie be like when Eliza first starts school?" So, voila. As always, I am so thankful for all of you who read and have the loveliest things to say 💕

Words: 3.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

If someone were to take bets on which Munson is the most miserable on the first day of school, they might pick Ryan. Sixteen years old, starting his junior year, and seemingly irritated by every move someone makes. 

They might pick fourteen-year-old Luke, the Tasmanian Devil himself, constantly lamenting about how boring his teachers are. 

Or they might pick Eliza, no longer getting to be the big fish in the daycare’s small pond, but now a full-fledged preschooler—one who is not happy about getting up early. 

Any of these would be fine guesses. But they would also be dead wrong. 

“My babies are all grown up!” Eddie bemoans, watching Eliza slide a comically oversized Little Mermaid backpack over her tiny shoulders. He stares at his sons as they shove their feet into their new sneakers, conveniently ignoring the repeated warnings not to break their shoes. 

Ryan catches his dad looking at them and rolls his eyes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” he quips, groaning when Eddie dashes into the bedroom to grab his camera. “Crap, I didn’t mean literally.”

“Swear jar!” Luke chirps, all-too excited to catch his big brother slipping up. 

“‘Crap’ isn’t a swear word, dumbass.”

“Another dollar in the swear jar!” Luke roars, nearly colliding with the wall as he darts away from Ryan before the elder boy can get his hands on him. 

You give the two boys a biting glare from across the room. If you can't keep them from using bad language all the time, they at least need to adhere to the rule when their little sister is in the room. Luckily, Eliza is currently admiring her new black Mary Jane shoes and was paying no mind to what was happening around her. 

Before Ryan and Luke can start bickering again, you herd them over to the side of the living room where the lighting is the best for pictures. 

“Come on, come on,” you say as you practically push them across the space. “Dad’s getting the camera, let’s get this show on the road.” 

Ryan groans and drops his head back in irritation. “Can’t you just take some of Eliza? You have enough of us.”

“We never have enough of you,” you tell him, moving towards him on instinct to press a kiss to the top of his head—only to come face to face with the reminder that he’s taller than you now. “Eliza, come on over here, baby girl.”

Eliza looks up from where she’s now inspecting the pink overall dress she’s wearing. Her two curly little pigtails bounce with every motion. She hikes up her green sparkly princess backpack as she skips towards you. She becomes derailed, however, when Eddie walks back into the room. Eliza diverts her attention and makes a not-quite-a-surprise attack on his legs.

“Rawr! Gotchu Daddy!”

“Oh no!” Eddie feigns, clasping the camera to his chest. “I guess I can’t take you to preschool then, huh? Such a shame.”

“Nice try,” you tell him. “She’s still going.” 

Eddie’s brows furrow together in another one of the little pouts he’s been giving you for the past few days. He thinks his baby girl is growing up too fast—does he think you don’t feel the same way? You just don’t show your emotions as expressively as your husband does. 

“She’s only three,” Eddie says about your daughter. “Shouldn’t we wait until she’s at least four?”

“She’ll be four next month, Eddie,” you remind him. “This is when she’s supposed to start preschool.” 

The sullen father has nothing to say in response to that, so he just looks down at the camera and fiddles with it, making sure there’s enough film and that it’s on the right settings. You take the opportunity to walk over towards Ryan.

“Was he this bad when Luke started school?” you ask in a hushed voice. 

Ryan considers it for a moment before shrugging. “In my childhood mind, no. But I also used to believe it when Dad told me I’d look like Popeye if I ate my spinach, so who knows?”

“I can only imagine how he was with you.” With a small smirk, you grab Ryan’s arms and give him a small shake from side to side. “His first born,” you coo in a sickeningly sweet tone. Ryan shoos you away from him, but you can see the smile on his face that he’s trying his damndest to hide. 

In the meantime, Luke grabs a Kleenex box from the kitchen counter, lowering onto bended knee and presenting it to Eddie. 

“A gift for thou, Sir Sobs-a-Lot,” he says, adopting an exaggerated British accent. 

Eddie thumps him on the back of the head, but takes a tissue regardless. 

“Wayne always said I’d be screwed if my kids were as weird as me,” he muses. 

“Dad,” Luke fake-whines, “don’t say that about Eliza!”

Eliza furrows her little eyebrows and makes a run for her brother, charging towards him like a provoked rhinoceros. 

Luke is quicker, though, and holds her prisoner against his chest with a menacing cackle.  

“Mean brother,” Eliza mumbles, face smushed against him. 

He grins triumphantly. “That’s why you love me so much.” He presses a big smacking kiss to her cheek and lets her go, gasping in feigned offense when she wipes it away and wanders back to Eddie.

“Time for school! Let’s gooooooo, Daddy!” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door, equal parts eager and exasperated. 

Eddie obliges, but you can tell that this isn’t easy for him. “Why is she so eager to leave?” he asks you under his breath. “Ryan and Luke were practically wrapped around my ankles begging me to let them stay home.”

“I think she’s just excited to meet new friends and learn new things!” you say with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. “Isn’t that right, Liza Bean?”

Eliza nods vigorously. “Luke says I get Play-Doh!”

“Remember,” Luke crouches down to tell her, “it’s important that you taste the Play-Doh before you use it.”

The comment earns him another thump to the head from Eddie. 

“Please don’t eat Play-Doh,” you beg your daughter. Or listen to anything Luke says, you silently add. 

“Yeah, just stick to your lunch,” Ryan offers, always the voice of reason. 

“Lots of fruits and veggies,” Luke jumps in. “Remember why?”

“SCURVY!” Eliza proudly shouts, beaming from ear to ear. 

Eddie exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose, at a total loss for words. “Can you crazy children just take the pictures so we can go?” he finally manages, patience sufficiently worn thin. 

“Sir, yes, sir!” the boys salute in unison. 

“Yes, sir!” Eliza chimes in, happy to emulate her big brothers. 

You take the camera from Eddie when you see his jaw clench. You’d been afraid of your daughter having a meltdown today, but you obviously should have been worrying about her dad. 

“Okay,” you say, nodding for them to arrange themselves in front of the wall for a picture, “all three of you, first.” 

Begrudgingly on the part of the teenagers, and happily on the part of the little girl exiting toddlerhood, they come together and manage to stand still while you grab a few shots of them.

“Now just Ryan, then Luke, then Liza,” you instruct. Ryan rolls his eyes as his two younger siblings step away from him.

“This is never going to end,” he mumbles. 

Figuring it’s just easier to ignore him, you get your pictures of Ryan before moving on to solo Luke and then Eliza. “Now get in there, Dad,” you tell Eddie, gesturing him over to join the kids.

The moment Eddie is within reaching distance of her, Eliza raises her tiny arms to her father and insists that he holds her in the picture. Eddie, unable to deny her anything as always, complies. 

“Just me and Daddy!” Eliza says.

“Eliza’s will be done,” you say before snapping one of just the pair of them.

“All right, all right,” Luke says, motioning for you to give him the camera. “You get in there, too. We’ve got a monumental day here. Another Munson in the school system.”

As you pose next to your daughter and husband, you see Ryan out of the corner of your eye. He leans in behind you and holds up two fingers as bunny ears behind Eliza’s head. His little sister didn’t see him, but she was going to get a kick out of that once you got the pictures developed. Luke also noticed the photobomber, so he takes another nicer picture. 

“We ready to go now?” Luke asks. “Big day for me too, ya know. Starting high school and all. No one’s all fussy over me and I bet it’s because I don’t have pigtails. Damn.”

Eddie claps Luke on the shoulder as you take the camera from your son. “Didn’t wanna make ya nervous, kid,” Eddie says. “Also, dollar in the swear jar.”

Luke scoffs and presses a hand to his chest. “Have I ever been nervous a day in my life?” 

“Well,” Ryan starts with a smug smile, “that depends if you count the time that you got paired up with Missy Collins for that science project.”

Luke’s face turns pink and his nostrils flare. You’re almost taken aback because you think this is the most flustered you’ve ever seen the usually cool and mischievous boy. Luke goes from standing perfectly still to lunging toward his older brother in milliseconds. 

Ryan just lets out a whooping laugh and dodges him by heading outside. Luke is hot on his tail.

Eliza looks up at you and shakes her head, little brown pigtails swaying with the motion. 

“Boys,” she says, an air of sophistication older than her three years in her tone. 

“Boys,” you agree, offering her your hand. Her little fingers slide into your own and you head out the front door behind the two teenagers. Eddie grabs his keys and follows his family out. 

The keys jingle in your husband’s hand, a nervous tic as he walks over to the car and unlocks it. The three kids pile into the back and Eliza and Luke bicker over buckling her car seat as you slip into the passenger’s side.

“Everyone have everything?” Eddie asks as soon as the arguing stops. “Backpacks? Lunches? Or lunch money?”

A chorus of “yes” comes from the backseat so Eddie starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, instantly wishing he could turn around and take everyone back home.

You, Eddie, and Eliza somehow arrive at the preschool on time, but not before your daughter had thoroughly embarrassed her brothers on the high school drop-off line. She’d begged Eddie to roll down her window so she could yell to them as they joined their friends. 

“Bye, Ryan! Bye, Lukie!” she’d shouted. “I love you!” 

You and Eddie thought it was hilarious. Luke and Ryan? Not so much. 

But now, your husband is a total wreck as Eliza marches full steam ahead towards the school’s doors. Truthfully, you’re almost as bad as he is, but you’re trying to keep it together—for Eliza’s sake and for Eddie’s. 

“You ready, Eliza?” You crouch down and place your hands on her shoulders. 

“Yep!” She nods, baby teeth on full display when she grins excitedly.  

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asks, making you roll your eyes. 

“Yep!” Eliza repeats; thankfully, she’s oblivious to his inner turmoil. 

“You’re going to have a great time and make lots of new friends,” you tell her. 

“And I’ll be right here, ready to pick you up when it’s over,” Eddie adds as he crouches down next to you.

It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes again or elbow Eddie in the ribs.  

Eliza nods her head, little pigtails bouncing with the movement. She hikes her backpack up higher and gives you both another wide smile. 

“Ready to go in?” you ask. 

“Uh huh.”

You take her hand and she leads you into her new classroom, Eddie following along behind you. He’s quite literally dragging his feet, a human version of Eeyore the donkey. 

A teacher, not too much younger than you, comes up to greet you all. “Hi, everyone!” she chirps in a tone that signals over-caffeination. “Welcome to preschool! I’m Miss Riley, your teacher.”

For the first time this morning, Eliza seems hesitant. She looks up at you for approval and you nod your head at her. 

“I’m Eliza Marie Munson,” she announces, and you bite back a laugh at her formality. 

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eliza,” Miss Riley says. “You’ve got both Mommy and Daddy with you here today, huh?”

“Yep! Was just gonna be Daddy but then Mommy said she didn’t think he’d really take me here.” 

You squeeze your lips together as your daughter calls out your husband’s behavior; Eddie closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. Both of you know (partially due to your experiences with Luke and Ryan when they were younger) that anything that went on in your house that Eliza knew about would be fair game to be shared with her whole class. 

“Well, I’m very glad you’re here,” Miss Riley replies, holding a hand out for a high-five that your daughter eagerly returns. “Would you like me to show you where your cubby is?”

“Okay!” Eliza turns around and waves to you and Eddie.  “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!”

“No hugs?” Eddie asks, a pout forming on his plush lips.

Eliza rolls her eyes as if this is the most unreasonable request she’s ever heard, but obliges. 

You give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re gonna have an amazing day, baby girl,” you remind her. 

“I know, Mommy.”

Eddie’s hug can only be described as bone-crushing, with Eliza letting out a dramatic grunt as he holds her. 

“Eliza Munson, you are the smartest, bravest little girl I know,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “I want you to go out there and kick some a—butt,” he hurriedly amends, but not before earning a glare from you. 

“Most importantly, be nice,” you emphasize, hoping your advice trumps Eddie’s little half-time pep talk. 

“I will!” Eliza happily declares before following Miss Riley over to the cubbies.

Eddie looks back and forth from her to you. “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all we get?”

“What did you want?” you ask as you slip your hand into your husband’s. “Want her to cry and beg you to take her back home?”

“Well, no.” At your disbelieving eyebrow raise Eddie shrugs and amends his statement. “Not entirely.”

“We got hugs and goodbyes,” you point out. “Ryan barely acknowledged us, and Luke gave you a Wet Willy. I think we should cut our losses.”

“I know,” Eddie says, letting out a defeated sigh.

You gently tug him in the direction of the door to exit. “She’ll be fine,” you reassure him with a whisper. “And she’ll be so excited to tell you all about it later.”

Eddie nods, and just as the two of you are about to walk out the door, something rams into Eddie’s legs. He looks down to see Eliza grinning up at him, little arms wrapped around his knees.  

“What’s up, Sweet Pea?” he asks, suddenly worried that something’s wrong. Was someone mean to her? Did she forget her lunch at home?

She jumps like a little jumping bean until she’s right in front of the two of you. 

“I love you!”

Your heart swells and the pressure of tears is heavy behind your eyes. There’s no way you can look at Eddie because clocking his emotion will absolutely send you over the edge. 

Eddie’s already tearing up though and has a bright smile on his face. “We love you too, Liza Bean,” he tells her. “So much.”

She giggles and you scoop her up in your arms. “We love you more than anything.”

You and Eddie press kisses to her cheeks at the same time, and Eddie blows a raspberry with his, making her giggle. 

Once you set her down, Eliza blows you both a kiss before skipping over to a table where a few kids are drawing, already settling in. 

Eddie wipes at his eyes as the two of you step out of the classroom and into the hall. “That’s what I wanted,” he admits with a tearful chuckle. 

You wrap your arms around one of Eddie’s and lay your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask him.

“No.” He sighs when you press a reassuring kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just trying to keep it together for your sake,” he says.

At his words, you pull away to look at him, eyebrows raised. “This was you holding it together?” you ask. 

“Oh, this could’ve been way worse, babe.”

You chuckle as he slips his hand into yours, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth. 

The two of you take one last look inside the classroom and see Eliza talking and laughing with a little girl and boy at her table. 

“Come on,” you say, patting the back of Eddie’s hand with your free one. 

With a reluctant sigh, Eddie starts to walk with you towards the exit. 

“And I know Miss Riley is younger than me but don’t get any ideas.” You smirk and nudge his shoulder with your own, trying to joke around and cheer him up a bit.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, she’s a teacher. I only go for babysitters.”

The late summer morning is hot as you make the journey back to your car. Still the gentleman as always, Eddie opens your door for you. 

“Man,” he shakes his head as you slip into the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe my baby is in preschool.” 

He closes your door and walks around to his side, giving you time to open your purse and pull out a small object, hiding it beneath your hands in your lap. He starts the car, though you’re fairly certain your heartbeat is louder than the engine. 

“Well,” you start before clearing your throat. Eddie looks over at you and there’s suddenly a million butterflies not only in your stomach, but throughout your whole body. “She’s not going to be the baby for long…”

You hand Eddie the test, watching as his expression shifts from sadness to confusion to awe as he stares at the two pink lines. 

“You’re pregnant?” The excitement in his voice rivals that of a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’m pregnant,” you confirm, grinning with your own excitement. The emotions that you've been trying to corral all day finally come out, relief and giddiness flowing through you as you tell your husband what you've been dying to amongst all the other chaos of the day.  

Eddie lunges across the center console to wrap you up in his arms, letting the positive test drop into his lap. “Holy shit, princess.”

“I know,” you say with a giggle.

Eddie’s still in shock, grinning from ear to ear and rubs his hands over his face. “We’re gonna have another baby,” he says, just to hear it aloud. 

“And just think,” you say, “you get to do this first day of preschool thing again.”

His nose wrinkles at that prospect. “Maybe I’ll just homeschool this one.”

[miniversse]

⭑ “snowbound” pt. 2 ⭑

╰┈➤ OTHER PARTS

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: drunk sex, established relationship, non-idol chan, non-idol reader, work relationship, mentions of (lip) bleeding, use of pet names (baby, babe, channie), releasing, oral (f receiving)

⭑ note: one of my shorter builds up but i advise you to read through it! i’m planning to make one final part to this series and move on. lmk want you think!

⭑ minors dni

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you wiggle closer to him, smelling the soft smell of his shampoo overridden with his enticing cologne. your lips follow the scent, and end up landing on his warm neck. he raises his head, giving you more to work with. his hand was settled on your back, bringing you closer and closer till you could feel the heat of his body against yours.

your mouth seemed to be the star of the show now, but that might change with the amount of emotions passing through your body. chan seemed to be going through the same thing. one minute he’d be resting his hand on your ass, locking lips with you. and one minute he zones out, staring into the crackling fire. you’re confidence led you to a good place so far, so you’ll keep the show up.

“if we were to fuck now, it would be our first intimate act. how do you feel about this?” you smile, tucking strands of hair behind his ear and looking deep into his eyes trying to fish for feelings, emotions, love, hate, hesitation but his eyes never spoke as loud as his actions. chan has always been the colder one in your workplace. always keeping to himself and getting his work done with exceeding performance. he never attended work parties or any party, really. it seemed like his life was black and white, but you brought color to it.

“i feel like i need to fuck you now. god your making my body tense with all these looks you’ve been giving me. get up.”

you oblige, struggling to stand still with how dizzy you began to get. chan knocked you out of it and grabbed your hand to pull you into his bedroom. the door slams behind you and you too, get slammed onto the door. his right hand squeezed the back of your neck and his left hand rested just under your ass. his kisses intensified, biting your lower lip and sucking at it till it bled. he licks the blood of your lip and continues to penetrate your lips with his, tongue intertwining and licking the inside of your mouth. he slightly moves away to catch his breath, and his warm breath runs through your body.

“you feel better when your mine”

the hand supporting your neck slides down to your back and he pulls you into his body.

“say it, say your mine baby”

“i’m yours chan, a-all yours”

your clothes laid on the warm floor, and chan had his hands on your neck and back again, pushing your body backwards onto the bed while exchanging sloppy tongues and bites. his hands guarded both sides of your head as his lean body lingered over you. you both reeked of soju, but what mattered when he was with you.

his finger separate your thighs once he notices the tension you tried to create to ease the pain. his face reaches down to look at your exposed sex, wet and ready for him. he traces kisses from your knee, down and into your thighs, and dangerously close to your folds. your body couldn’t handle his warm breath tickling you every second, and your legs begin to close in once his fingers guide their way to your folds. he tutted repetitively and raised his eyes to look at your flushed face, stretching your thighs wide open again.

you moaned ungodly things to him as he curls his finger- or fingers- inside of you, aiming perfectly for your good spot every time. the sounds of your wetness sloshing around with his long, slender fingers had you gripping the sheets and rolling your head back to avoid suffocating him with your thighs. his tongue takes charge and moves up to your clit and your breath begins to pick up its pace. you couldn’t control your legs anymore.

“baby you’re gonna kill me, literally kill me if you keep closing in on me”

“s-sorry channie, keep going. please”

his arms go from under your thighs and wrap them from the top, keeping you in his control. his tongue taps your bud again and let’s a string of his spit fall onto it, spreading it around with the pad of his thumb. your alarms begin to go off as your orgasm flows to and fro, waiting to crash at any minute.

“fu-ck chan, ‘m gonna come”

“come baby, let me taste your sweet cunt”

and with the last curl of his fingers inside you, you felt your cum drop down and onto chans fingers. he pulls them out and brings his face back up to yours, admiring your pink, flushed face and messy hair.

he hooks his fingers on your bottom teeth and you close on them as he pulls them out, letting you suck them clean. he goes back down to gather more of your creamy release and glides his fingers on his tongue, swallowing with his eyes closed.

your hands move to chans thick cock, stroking him slowly while straddling his thighs. he lets his mouth open slightly, helping him regulate his breathing. your lower body moves closer as he grabs your ass and guides you to his cock. you didn’t hesitate and wanted to let him fill you up, and be satisfied. it would be your first intimate session.

you slowly fall onto his dick, pressing your hands hard on his chest and letting your head fall down. collective grunts join the sound of the distant fire coming to a single flame. you pick up your pace and let yourself feel every vein inside of you. he would let his swollen tip leave your core, and come back into you. his whimpering quickened your pace and his eyes would stare into yours while you moved up and down him. you move your face down to meet his and let your lips linger over his slightly gaped ones, letting out small grunts. your kisses were interrupted to your heads being shot back as you neared your releases. you grabbed onto your breasts to avoid falling unstable. chans hands rested on top of yours as he moaned shamelessly.

“fuck shit fuck. oh my god”

his dick jerked inside of you, and you feel his warm release coat your insides. not too long after you came too, letting it drip out of your penetrated pussy. you let your body loose, and you fall onto chans chest, arms spread out onto the mattress.

chan cleaned up as you remained in a state of being half asleep half conscious. before your body gave in, his arm wrapped around your stomach and he played with your hair, humming your favorite song to you…

⭑ TO BE CONTINUED

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[jo-harrington]

Peak Sales Hours (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After his first Black Friday, Eddie is exhausted and takes comfort in his new relationship with you.

Previous Part: Promotion

Warnings/Themes: Established friendship/new relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort(?), idk it's a lot of comfort, working in retail hell, Eddie works at Tape World and Reader is the Store Manager at Claire's in Starcourt Mall, angry customers, weariness

Note: So...hi guys. Welcome back to the Store Manager Verse. This little installment is sort of skipping a step. I had a whole thing planned and half-written of Eddie and our favorite SM actually confessing their feelings and being fluffy...and it's still gonna happen I'm just...on day whatever of work and have a big deadline and have had sleep for lunch the past I-don't-know how many days.

And it just took me back to the countless Black Friday and Peak Holiday shifts where all I wanted was to get back home. So here we are.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Never, in his entire life, had Eddie Munson felt more akin to the heroes from his favorite fantasy stories.

Long journeys and harrowing battles.

Deep wounds and comrades lost to the beyond.

Hoards of villains and the promise of a better future if only there was hope.

Taran. Aragorn. Luke Skywalker. They had seen it all.

"What's taking so long? I just need a gift receipt!"

But none of them had ever worked Black Friday.

He had experienced Black Friday before, as a shopper.

Thanksgiving hadn't ever been anything magnificent in the Munson household, especially after his mom died. Wayne and Rick had always tried to make it still feel special for Eddie, with hearty midwest comfort foods.

There would always be a full belly and an even fuller heart with his uncle and his almost-step-dad around. Eddie could never complain.

Then after a late afternoon dinner, Wayne would pack up a plate of leftovers to make his shift at the plant that paid time-and-a-half, plus a little something extra from the plant manager, cash in hand. By the time Eddie woke up the next morning, Wayne would pull up with a box of fresh donuts, honk three times, and they would be on their way to the Kmart on Rt 9 and get some steeply discounted goods with Wayne's holiday pay.

It was always a madhouse, but Eddie could swiftly dodge screaming kids, empathize with over-caffeinated employees, and wait in long lines if he and Wayne didn't need to fret about things like work boots and gloves, t-shirts and underwear, and usually one nice little Christmas gift for each of them.

This year, of course, had been a little different. Wayne had been a little disappointed--he would never admit it, but Eddie could tell--that their tradition would be forsaken for Eddie's shift at the mall. But your addition into the Thanksgiving festivities had been a welcome one.

Eddie had extended the invitation weeks ago, when you mentioned you wouldn't be able to make it home to spend the holiday with your family thanks to work.

You, of course, promised to pull your weight--

"It's always really casual," he tried to ease your worries as you began to fret over what kind of dessert Wayne and Rick might like. "You don't even need to dress up. Come in your pajamas. Rick makes a really good pumpkin pie, and I have my mom's old scalloped potato recipe that will literally put you in a food coma."

"What about turkey?" you asked.

"We don't really do turkey." He shrugged. "There's only three of us. So we do different things every year. Rick usually catches some kind of fish if it's warm enough. Wayne has a good recipe for fried chicken. We were thinking of doing meatloaf..."

"I can do the meatloaf!" You perked up immediately.

--only to show up laden with a roasting pan for the meatloaf, a plastic-wrapped gravy boat full of some kind of mushroom gravy, a salad, and a casserole dish overflowing with green beans, cream-of-something soup, and heaps of french fried onions.

Eddie, of course, scolded you as you shuffled through to the kitchen, much like he had the first time you showed up for dinner at his place. But he also placed a soft peck on your lips, which earned him a bashful smile as you shoo'd him away.

That was a new development to your...friendship, if you could even call it that anymore. There really hadn't been time to discuss the logistics between the frenzied makeout session in his van outside of the Hideout this past Tuesday night and Thanksgiving dinner.

Now that he had been trapped at the cash wrap, ringing out ungrateful customers for the past 8 hours, he was almost loathing his past self for wanting to be a little discreet in front of Wayne and Rick. For not...making himself have the "what are we" conversation with you, because your lips had soothed every frazzled nerve he had the other night.

Knowing that at the end of the day that he wasn't going through it alone, that his girlfriend was also in the mall suffering through the mass chaos and that he could go upstairs and steal a kiss whenever he wanted...well it certainly would have done him a world of good to mentally prepare him for this.

For the entirety of his time working at Tape World, he thought he had been doing a pretty good job. Sure there were some hard days, some rude customers. But at the end of the day, an 8-hour shift was an 8-hour shift, and he was only selling tapes. Not...ending world hunger.

"Ah you say that now," Kyle told him on Wednesday as they were putting together cardboard "dump bins" for the discount tapes that would be placed every 10 feet in the store. "But Black Friday is a beast, and Christmas Eve is worse. You're honestly lucky you only work here and not at, like, Radio Shack or something. My buddy Todd has seen some shit.

"Actually, I'm almost regretting scheduling you as a mid but I needed a second key." Kyle rubbed the back of his neck. "Peak Hours. Mid's a rough shift for Black Friday weekend."

"I'll be fine," Eddie scoffed. "I've done mid shifts before. I'm almost excited. How bad could it get?"

Famous. Last. Words.

He had barely been able to squeeze into the store when it was time for his shift, the line for the cash wrap blocked the way to the stockroom door. As soon as people saw his name tag, they started shouting at him to open the other register, how they needed help; he could barely get a word out to explain that he wasn't clocked in yet. They didn't care.

He was no longer Eddie Munson, Tape World Keyholder and your boyfriend, probably, maybe...

He was a body who could unlock the electronics case and ring them out.

He was a husk who said "welcome in" and "thanks have a great day" and smiled until his face started hurting.

And for the first time since he had gotten this job back at the beginning of summer...it really fucked with him.

His legs were cramped from standing at the Cash Wrap for so long, he wasn't sure which of the associates had his keys, his hair was damp with sweat even if he threw it into a some haphazard bun hours ago.

He'd been yelled at by more people than he could count, counted so much change the edges of his fingers were pretty much stained from all the muck and grime on everyone's money, and had made so many returns from people with buyer's remorse that he was sure they had given more money back than they had made in sales today.

Eddie hadn't even gotten a chance to take his lunch out in the mall and pay you a visit like he typically would. He had just collapsed in the little metal folding chair in the break area of the tiny stock room. Kyle had clapped him on the shoulder with a quick "good job kid" as he left for the day and Eddie hadn't even moved.

"Alright Ed," Paulie shuffled over as Eddie wrapped up the last in a long line of transactions and was about to wave the next customer over. "Quitting time."

Eddie sighed and backed against the counter as Paulie counted him down. The adrenaline of the day finally started to wear off as he came to realize that it was all over, and a weariness unlike the one he had been feeling his entire shift settled deep into his bones.

He went through the motions as he went back to the stockroom to grab his jacket and punch out. He wove his way through the still-crowded store and out into the mall, sighing in relief as the cooler mall air hit him.

It was gonna be a mercy once he got out to his van. He'd drive home with the windows down.

His ears rang as he headed towards the employee entrance and he wondered if it would be worth waiting in line at the Orange Julius before he left or if he should just stop through the McDonald's drive thru or something on his way home.

"Eddie."

But then, he didn't really need to stop for anything. There were leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner at home. He could smoke a little bit, make some kind of meatloaf sandwich, and then sink into his bed.

"Eddie."

And sleep until...

Fuck.

He was gonna have to do it all again tomorrow. And the day after that.

He thought back to his favorite fantasy heroes and wondered how they did it. How they put themselves through endless journeys, practically sacrificed themselves time and again.

And he could barely make it through a shift at the Starcourt Mall of all places.

"Eddie!"

He crashed right into your hands as you planted them on his shoulders and prevented him from absolutely barreling into you.

"Jesus are you ok?" you exclaimed and pulled him off to the side of the walkway to get out of the way of foot traffic.

Was he? Probably not.

"Yeah," he shook his head and answered. He finally looked at you, finally actually saw you. Dressed in your Teen Vogue best, as you called it, although a little worse for wear, if the eyeshadow smeared where it definitely shouldn't be and your jewelry all askew was any indicator. "Yeah I'm fine.

"You sure? You looked like you were in a trance," you explained. "I've been calling your name for a little while."

"Oh shit," he sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Yeah, no...it's...It was just a long day."

You didn't hesitate. Your arms immediately wrapped around him and you pulled him in. Pulled him back from whatever precipice he was about to launch himself off of, and straight into the comfort of you.

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Before long, Eddie found himself in your apartment, fully upside down with his legs propped against the wall as he enjoyed the Blizzard he'd picked up on the way.

"You know just cuz you can hold it upside down, doesn't mean you're supposed to eat it upside down," you laughed as you filled a pot with water and put it on the stove.

"And what are you, the Blizzard expert," Eddie scoffed. "If you'll recall I was the one who took you to Dairy Queen for the first time."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes and turned to grab some cans from the cupboard.

You had offered to make dinner--again--while he vented about his shift. Nothing as spectacular as what you made for Thanksgiving dinner, but it left the leftover meatloaf for Wayne to take for his lunches.

"You're lucky I like your spaghetti sauce," Eddie grumbled, a little sad that he couldn't have his meatloaf sandwich.

So he talked as you ran to your bedroom to rid yourself of the remnants of who you became when you were at Starcourt, and as you emerged the person that, he liked to believe, was reserved especially for him.

He told you about the back to back returns he had dealt with when he came back from lunch as you dropped dried pasta into the boiling water and grated garlic into sizzling oil.

He complained about the man who demanded help from a manager only even though all he wanted was a special edition cassette deck that had all the bells and whistles and anyone with keys could help him. His voice got louder and meaner as he quoted the jackass verbatim, but the sharp strike of your wooden spoon against the side of the pot brought him back down to earth.

And as he finished up his story about having to count Sam's register three times because he forgot that there were large bills under the cash tray, you joined him on the couch with a bowl of steaming hot pasta for each of you.

He righted himself and discarded the empty blizzard cup on your coffee table.

"First Black Friday in the books," you announced and you passed the bowl to him. "I'm proud of you."

"Proud?" Eddie groaned. "Seriously? It was a disaster."

"They always are," you explained sagely.

"You survived," he pointed out.

"So did you."

"Barely."

"So?" you asked and twirled noodles on your fork expertly. "Doesn't that count? This is, like...my 5th Black Friday? My 6th? I count each one as a victory. And so should you."

You leaned over to kiss his cheek, then clinked plates with his in a salute, and then the two of you fell into contented silence as you ate.

As Eddie worked ravenously through the layers of starchy, cheesy, garlicky goodness, he realized that the weariness that had settled within him after his shift had started to alleviate. How he felt more like himself now that he was sitting next to you, basking in the warm glow of your company.

He briefly considered this ritual the two of you had been engaging in for months. The way you shared stories and foods and got closer to one another. He had always been a little worried that things would change if he ever got his wish, if this friendship with you ever became more.

But it was like nothing had changed at all.

He wanted to ask, was tempted to ask, what this was? If this was a date, like all the dates that weren't dates hadn't been before? If you were his girlfriend now?

But then...he recalled the time that you had a bad day and you immediately found relief in him, how he thought that he didn't need to be your knight as long as he could be your home.

And Eddie realized that whatever the two of you decided it would be, whether you were still just his friend, or if you were his girlfriend, or maybe...maybe something else...

You, too, would always be his home at the end of a long battle.

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Next Part: Disaster Preparedness

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[keikakudom]

another old note I have about how Alastor & Vox's friendship ended

I think the idea is cute and dramatic that Alastor and Vox's friendship ended after Vox was so lovestruck and got overzealous, confessing to Al, only to get burned. 

But. 

Consider the following:

Vox and Al worked together for decades(give or take 20 years), they're best friends and know exactly how each other operate. Vox knows the reaction Al will give him if he confesses, especially that he wants Al as a romantic partner.

So Vox never does, not for years. He lives off being in Al's  presence and company alone, and is contempt with that. For years. It gets frustrating, and hard to hide that Vox wants to go the extra mile. Alastor, naturally, spots the minute expressions on Vox everyday, and what does he do about it? Well he /teases/ Vox about it! Teases Vox affectionately about how often he flusters, messes up, short circuits, unknowing(or knowingly...) that it's not because Vox is just a silly picture box, incompetent at doing work without help. It's because of Al himself. 

Gradually, Vox gets tired of this treatment. It's like chasing something he will never catch, a fishing line of meat indefinitely dangled infront of a shark. 

And maybe, after all these years - Vox doesn't even love Al with the same capacity at tht point anymore. 

By the time Vox confesses-- it's not out of puppy love. It's an ultimatum. You don't want to love me romantically? I can live with that. But will you atleast be by my side, in work? That you see and want me in any mutual sense possible. That I know the minute you tire of me, that I don't entertain you, everything between us won't be discarded? That worry consumes him the most. We have something to signify we are together. Vox needs something to show for all their friendship. Alastor is content with his say-so alone(something something nature/conception of radio. He IS the source. The originator of info).

So, moment of confession and Alastor --

A) doesnt take Vox's proposal seriously, "you're far too incompetent as a work partner"

B) is offended by Vox, who got too close and Al thinks Vox sees Al as vulnerable enough to need to ally with anyone(Not in weakness, but in capability. Al is very obsessed with his cryptid, detached from humanity, persona).

(Vox would still get all bashful and romantic though. He's just suddenly reminded why it wouldn't work out and why he pressured himself to force this decision after Alastor rejects him).

Either way, Alastor didn't want to appeal to Vox's needs even once. I feel like even in a friendship, there still has to be some sort of sway and compromise here and there, but it was just so suffocatingly one-sided for Vox. Fondness turns to hate, and we all know the story from there.

In their current rivalry status:

- Vox can throw a huge tantrum all he wants, slander and hatepost about Alastor on every big screen in Hell - show everyone that HE HATES THIS FUCKER.

- But in part, Alastor/as the Radio Demon being the (not literally but I feel his personality leans towards radio symbolism) originator/source of information, he is comfortable not caring about their feud because at the end of the day he is confident Vox isn't over him, or will continue to like/love him. 

- That isn't to say Alastor isn't bitter in his own way. He and Vox had a good thing going on but 'oh Vox had to go and ruin that'. So he just expresses that with his own opinions by demeaning Vox's tech and using his own actions to prove that he doesn't need Vox or any of his proprietaries in ANY capacity whatsoever. Very telling. 

[babayagakeanu]

outer harbor sunsets*

pairing: Shane falco/reader

Summary: Shane takes you out on the water for your third date, and even against the cool breeze, Shane doesn’t fail to heat things up.

Warning: smut, NSFW 18+, fluff, water play, literally every other smut warning

Washington in the summertime is hot, with the glaring sun beating down against pavements and waves, it’s almost impossible to stay cool until nightfall. At night, there’s a slight breeze that rolls in from the west, fluttering against your cheek, kissing you coolly, and it’s cold enough to wear a light shawl. That’s what you’d worn tonight, on your date with Shane. You donned a distressed white shawl, and it looked like that of a fishing net, wrapping around your shoulders, providing ample room for the breeze to roll in. Underneath the shawl, is a beautiful, silk and sapphire-colored, slip-dress, which against your soft skin, felt amazing in the subtle heat of the night. Strapped sandals were your choice of footwear tonight, you didn’t wanna take your chance on the dock to Shane’s boat.

Shane’s boat, your destination tonight, is where you’ll have your third date with him. You’d admit that you are a little nervous, as things between Shane and you have grown more serious. He’s incredibly kind, keeps you guessing in the best possible way, and best part of all, he’s always made you laugh like never before. Shane, with deep eyes, always seemed to relax you at the sight of them, and you’ll find solace in looking at them every chance you'd get. Ever since he quit football and the fast-track life, he’s slowed down in life, enjoying everything it has to offer, especially with you by his side.

He’s busy at the dock right now, he’d said in a text early, and said to meet him later on this evening wearing something pretty for him. Even through text, he never fails to make your cheeks heat up. The sun was setting slowly as you walked the short distance to the pier where Shane’s boat rests. Wind flying past you, shuffling your hair around, Shane catches a glimpse of you and calls out your name. In the far distance you see him, waving his arms with a wide grin on his face.

“Y/n! You made it!” He exclaims as you grew closer, and he embraces you in a tight hug that makes your heart flutter. “You look and smell fantastic.” he smirks, and enjoys as your cheeks turn as red as the sunset.

“Thanks, Shane.” Your soft smile makes him grin even wider his cheeks might hurt. Your wandering eyes take note of the table topped with piping hot Italian food and large glasses of wine, even glancing at the candles he placed around the boat. “Sure the candles won’t be a fire hazard?” You crack, relishing in the sound of his deep laughter that rumbles from his belly.

“Even you, Y/n, can’t resist poking fun at my romantic schemes. That’s what I love about you, girl.” The sentence makes your heart jump in your throat, and you clear your throat to cover your surprise.

“Well, I guess you’ll need to plan on me sticking around more often, huh?” You tease, and he gives you an equally teasing look of his eye.

“Maybe I already did.” He states, pulling out your chair for you as your mouth catches flies. You sit with a sly grin as he takes the seat across from you. Somehow, you felt hot under his heavy gaze, and maybe it’s the way the candle light warmed your skin, or the way the light teasing flickered and danced across your skin for him. Either way, he’s staring at you like you derived from the stars, placed down onto this earth just for him. To be his, and only his.

“I can’t believe you did all this for me!” Your smile is uncontainable as you take everything in again. “This is just so beautiful, Shane.” Looking at him, his eyes grow soft. “Of course I did this for you, y/n, I feel really good about us, and sorry if it’s too crazy, but, I can’t stop thinking about you.” Your hand pauses in front of your mouth, hiding your giddied smile. His hand grasps onto yours that rests on the tablecloth, and plays with the delicate Pearl bracelet you adorned, gifted by your grandmother a few summers back. Little things like this, made life so much more intimate that us as humans know—how close we can be to another person, to be able to share the same breath with that person.

You could tell Shane was it for you, and you were beginning to think he’s feeling the same way. “Shane, I’m so glad you said that. You are a constant track in my mine, and it just plays on loop.” He smiles at you, giving your hand a soft squeeze, his index finger running along your palm. As you finished your dinner together, he never let go; he needed to prove to you he was here to stay.

About ten minutes went by since you’ve finished your meal, and your leg occasionally brushed along Shane’s as the waves slightly rocked the boat, he stood up, not before sneaking a quick kiss on your cheek, and grabs the dishes and walks them downstairs into the boat’s lower deck. Suddenly missing his presence, you follow him downstairs where you let out a short gasp at the sight in front of you; rose petals scattered around the bed and floor, candles lining the bed’s shelves, and Shane, standing against the counter with a smirk on his face.

“You didn’t—“

“I did,” he shrugs, “but it was supposed to be another surprise.” he states, tsk-ing you as your giggle fills the room.

“I’m sorry,” you pout, stepping down the stairs and throwing your arms around his waist, where you then rest your chin on his chest looking up at him with big doe eyes. He sighs, smiling and rolling his eyes, annoyed at how quickly he gives into your charms, how weak he is for you.

“Luckily for you, with a face like yours, I can’t even be fake mad with you.” Another giggle from y/n, and the sound of it fills something he didn’t know he needed in his heart.

“Y/n?” he asks after a moment in silence. To which you hum in response. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Your heart almost leaps out of your chest as you nod fervently, allowing him to press his lips to yours. It’s like a dam breaks, and he’s on a mission to taste you. The wine leaves a sensual bitterness on your tongue in which Shane savors, his tongue dipping in to caress yours, and his hands are seeking purchase on your body. First, they land on your back, splaying and smoothing circles as his lips continue to work with yours, and a small gasp leaves your throat as he bites your lip.

“Tell me you want me just as much as I want you.” he breathes, his hands snaking lower to grab at supple flesh through silk. With another gasp, you reply, “God, please Shane, I’ll always want you.” Another smirk forms against your lips from Shane, and his knees slowly back you up, before you’re met with the soft sheets of Shane’s bed. Your hair lays around your head like a halo, and gravity has worked on pushing your breasts further into his view. You look like an absolute vixen before his eyes.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, and dips down to kiss you again. You’re on cloud nine, still reeling from when he’d asked you to be his girl, and you’re about to fuck each other’s brains out right now!

“Shane!” You gasp, grabbing at his chocolate locks, “Please,” you bed, and he hums. He discards your shawl with about the same ease as trying to fit a square peg in a round hole, and you laugh again. The comfort you have with Shane, scares you and surprises you, but with the way Shane has been nothing short of a gentleman with you, you shouldn’t be worried.

“I got you, baby.” He smiles up at you as he kisses the middle of your clothed-stomach, “Jus’ want you to relax and let me pleasure you.” His calloused hands, from years of football and working on his boat, remove your dress, and you’re naked for the first time in front of Shane. Heat festers in your cheeks but your shyness evaporates when you look at him and he’s looking at you like you’re the last giant stuffed prize from the carnival.

“My God, woman.” He stares at you hungrily, “Can you get any hotter? You’re killing me, here.” Giggling, you pull at his shirt, desperate to get it off, and when he does, your hands are finding their way around his body as he kisses you. Your hand dips lower and finds he’s already hard as a rock, and you can tell he’s big.

“Fuck, your hand on my cock is almost enough for me” he breathes, and he stands up, unbuttoning his jeans that you forgot to mention, looked sinfully good on him, and his cock sprung free, red and angry at the tip, and leaking too. Your mouth waters as he stands there in all his naked glory.

His lips find yours again, only this time staying there for a quick second before dipping down to leave hasty and hot kisses on your neck, getting drunk on the scent of you. Warm vanilla and amber. The waves lap against the boat sides as Shane’s lips finally land on your nipples, nipping and sucking and teasing gasps and moans from your throat as you get lost in the feeling. You’re unraveling before him and it’s the most sexiest thing he’s ever seen; needy and begging for more of him.

“You’re so fucking sexy, my girl.” Words are mumbled from being preoccupied with your nipples, and all you can do is mewl and paw at him. “Gonna make you feel so good, make you feel so loved.” Lips travel further and they dance across your navel, sending shivers up your spine and goosebumps litter your skin.

“So sensitive there, little girl?” The statement ended more like a question and when he doesn’t get a response, a light smack lands on your inner thigh. You jolt, unbeknownst to such pleasure from slight pain, and you whimper. “Shane,” you beg and again, a slap on the inner thigh.

“No, baby, I asked you a question.” He states, a teasing look on his face. A finger lands on your clit and presses down, causing you to moan loudly. “Yes! It’s so sensitive there!” You whimper like a little brat, and in your drunken haze of pleasure, you fail to notice him grab from a bucket of ice. His finger remains on your clit, slightly wiggling around and adding some friction.

“Shane!” You gasp as you feel the ice on your clit, the mixture of cold and the heat from your dripping cunt are almost enough to send you over the edge as he marvels at you.

“Does that feel good, princess? Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks as the ice travels lower, and rests against your hole. This i something foreign to you, but you’ve never felt hotter.

“Yes, fuck!” You squeal, and the ice is flung somewhere and your waist is pulled towards the edge of the bed, your cunt meeting face to face with Shane’s devilishly-smiling mouth. His eyes latch onto yours as his tongue dips in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. His tongue expertly dips into your hole, while a finger plays with your clit.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” he moans into your pussy, and your hand flies to grab onto his hair. He switches his rhythm, his fingers replacing his mouth, two digits slowly pumping into you. You can feel the familiar knot building in your stomach, and you warn him. “Shane…!” You cry.

Speeding up his movements, “Let go, baby, that’s it.” He states as you peak, your orgasm hitting you hard. His name falls off your lips like a mantra as you come down from your high, and you feel his kisses against your forehead, bringing you back down to earth.

He shifts you two, so you’re laying back up at the head of the bed, and tugs on his cock in front of you, which pre-cum has soaked the tip. “Shane, I need to fuck me, now.” Your words are breathless, but he gets the point. You feel his tip teasing at your hole, before slowly and deeply entering you. You moan at the fullness of him, and he can feel your cunt tighten around his cock, a groan rumbling in his chest.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so fucking tight, shit,” he breathes as he slowly pumps into you. You can feel him sliding inside you, that fullness never leaving and the burn of his cock stretching you is fading fast, pleasure soon replacing it.

“fuck, Shane, please fuck me!” You cry, as he’s driving into you now, his tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You’ve never felt so full, and his lips press against yours sloppily and greedily.

“Yeah, I bet you feel so full of my cock, probably already addicted to it.” His words are filthy in your ears and it only heats up the moment more.

“Shane, fuck, you’re so big!” You whine, whimpering as his hips snap against yours at a bruising pace.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last long, baby,” he states, and you can feel the falter in his hips as your orgasm sneaks on you, the tip of his head hits your g-spot just right and sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as his orgasm follows shortly after, feeling him fill you full of his cum. Slumping against your body, his eyes find yours and he offers you a smile that’s so lazily in love with you.

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Post-coitus, your legs are entertained with each other’s under the covers in Shane’s bed, an old Seinfeld re-run playing on his laptop, but you’re too lost in each other’s embrace to even care. You’re Shane’s priority now, and he’s going to make sure you’re only his for the rest of your lives.

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YALLLL, I’ve literally sat and did this in maybe like two hours??? record-breaking if you ask me! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[kaiso-woo]

Soonie, Doongie and Dori

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-> Masterlist

PART 11 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE OTHER ONE BEFORE THIS!!

WC: 4.7k | Synopsis: I don't really want to spoil anything, but Chris takes you out on an adorable... rather significant date.

Notes: Fluff OVERDOSE, Angst, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - REFERENCE NEAR END

PART 11

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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Complete with an amused smile and a laughing man at your side, you gently shove Minho out of your Café, encouraging him to leave for the umpteenth time. “Min they will be fine,” Chris insists, his cheerful face hidden between his fingers, trying his best to stop his laughter.

“Turn the TV on for Soonie if he misses me; he’ll watch something with me in it!” The worried man yells, craning his neck to try and catch sight of his cats one last time before he leaves. “Yes and Dori’s favourite toy is that fluffy mouse on a string, and Doongie likes to sleep on pillows, and all three of them like the same cat snacks,” you recite, the specificities ingrained in your braincells.

Minho’s cats have come to stay while his parents go on vacation. They can’t stay at his dorms obviously, so instead you offered to help him out. Your Café does have that pet day/night care… but this one would be free of charge. “I’ll be back as often as I can Y/N, thank you so much,” Minho bows, and you shake your head at him. With one final fleeting glance through the windows, Minho disappears from sight.

Chris wraps his arms around your waist, snuggling into you from behind, “He loves his cats more than he loves us, I swear.” “They’re his kids, what do you expect?” You grin, turning your head slightly to kiss his cheek.

"And you’re sure it’s definitely okay to leave his kids alone in your apartment for a few hours tonight?” Chris questions, pulling away from you to head upstairs. “Absolutely, I’ve made my place cat proof and there’s plenty of entertainment. I might just leave the TV on too and put on a playlist of Stray Kids content,” you chuckle, following your boyfriend upstairs.

Right, Chris has organised a little date - but he hasn’t told you what. Sound familiar?

“Hey Chris- can you at least give me a hint so I know what to wear?” You sigh, rummaging around in your wardrobe, stressing. After a second of silence, Chris walks in to join you. He looks a little flustered, his hands fidgety and eyes wide. Biting his lip, he tugs at a random pair of pants from your shelf, tosses them at you, then after a brief hesitation, disappears to his wardrobe and fishes out one of his hoodies.

You raise your eyes at him and he shrugs, “Comfy is all you need, don’t stress.” Then he disappears around the corner again, sprinting away with tiny steps. “Comfy is all I need,” you repeat, voice mocking as you throw his hoodie over your head, “Then what the hell are you wearing Christopher?”

It’s a valid question. 

He’s dressed in a light blue collared button up with the sleeves rolled up, faded-grey ripped denim jeans and stylish black platform boots with innumerable laces and even a decorative zip down the side. You supposed he looked comfy, but still he was a lot more dressed up than just a pair of jeans and his hoodie.

You sigh and brush your hair out of your face, trying to neaten it up in a way that it’d still look okay underneath a hood. You’re half contemplating taking your fashion into your own hands and finding something to wear yourself, using Chris’ fit as a guide, when the man in question ricochets into the bathroom.

“Hey- how far away are you from finishing up?” He breathes, eyeing you from head to toe. “Like five minutes- I just need a little makeup since you said ‘dress comfy’,” you frown, staring at him through the bathroom mirror. Dress comfy. He’s wearing makeup himself and has his hair all styled… and you’re… in his hoodie. “Chris- why are you-”

“Can you make it ten minutes? Take as much time as you need…” he pleads, puppy eyes emerging from nowhere. At this you turn to stare at him, hands disappearing into the sleeves of his hoodie since it’s a little oversized.

“You want me to take longer?” You breathe. He’s got silver jewellery on too; thick, circular earrings and pearled bracelets. “Yep,” he simply replies, and then disappears again. “Uhm…” you’re left dumbfounded as you slowly turn back to the mirror.

Rather than the five minutes you had proposed, you extend it out to fifteen, trying to find jewellery that compliments the jewellery Chris is wearing. By the time you exit the bathroom, sneakers and socks in your hand, the sun is beginning to set. Chris is crouched by his bedside drawer, scrummaging through the contents.

“Where the fuck did I put it?” You stand there, watching him as he bends to peer under the bed, “Where the fuck- how the fuck?” When he props himself back up on his knees swiftly, he freezes at the sight of you staring at him.

“Need help finding something?” You laugh, stooping to put your socks on. “No,” he curtly responds, hoisting himself up scratching the back of his neck, “No- it’s fine… I’ll find it-”

You shrug and finish putting on your shoes as Chris returns to his frantic search, “Wanna tell me what it is? I might’ve seen it.” Chris laughs and disappears into the office, shifting a stack of papers out of the way by the sound of it, “You won’t have seen it. It’s fine, I’ll find it.” 

You frown and poke your head around the door, watching him open drawers roughly and slam them shut with just as much force. “If you’re looking for your wallet… it’s in the kitchen…” you helpfully add, smiling as Dori pads up to you and rubs up against your leg.

“No… it’s fine I know where that is. It’s fine. It’s okay, I’ll be with you in a sec just head down stairs babe, I just need… five minutes,” he mutters, whizzing past you and out into the living room. You follow him out and see that he’s desperately searching every nook and cranny of the couch. “Christopher- what are you looking for?” “Sorry Doongie, you’re gonna have to move mate… did you eat it?” “Chris.” “Where the hell did I put it?” “Christopher.” “How did I manage to lose…” “Honey.”

Finally, he stands to look at you, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. “Is it that important…?” You tilt your head at his silence, at his eyes drilling into your own. “You have no idea…” he whispers, then throws his head back with a groan, “Just go downstairs, I’ll be with you in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, yeah?”

You do as he says, mind spinning excessively as you idly scroll on your phone. Chris rubs your back to let you know he’s behind you, and when you turn around your heart fades a little at the sullen expression on his face. “Couldn’t find it?” You whisper calmly, and Chris smiles sadly. “No. Nope. I’m an idiot… but…” it takes him a great deal of effort to say the next few words, his voice strained, “but it’s okay, we should just go before it gets too late.” 

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“Where’s your car…?” You ask, blinking at the empty spot where it usually sits out the front. “It’s already there,” Chris sheepishly smiles. His overall posture is still deflated, and even though you’ve assured him countlessly that he’ll find this important object one day, nothing seems to cheer him up.

“It’s… already there…” you repeat, eyes narrowed, “if… the car is already there then how are we supposed to- okay none of what you just said makes any sense.” Chris pulls you towards him to kiss your forehead, and then with a soft smile, links his hand with yours easily. “You’ll see when we get there. It’s not too far,” he strokes some hair out of your face and begins to drag you in the direction of his… mysterious date.

He’s right. He’s taken you to the park around the corner, the place where you’d go to eat ice cream, or feed the ducks, or bask on a picnic blanket in the sun. Sometimes you’d go for a walk, or for a bike ride… skateboards was always the best. In no time, you spot Chris’ car parked on the grass, and you dimly wonder if this is even allowed. There’s no one else around though - the sun has just about disappeared behind the horizon.

As you draw nearer, Chris unlocks his car and drags you around to the boot. “Okay wait here,” he insists, and with a deep breath, he opens up the boot to reveal… a picnic… set up? He’s pushed the back seats down so there’s more space, and there are cosy blankets and pillows strewn about everywhere. Your favourite books are nestled in the corner, and you have a feeling he’ll want you to read to him - one of the many things he asks you to do when you’re together. 

There’s a little picnic basket waiting to be opened on the other side, and a box of sweet treats carefully decorated. Chris takes another deep breath and reaches into the car to fiddle with a switch. In just a second, a string of fairy lights flickers to life, twisting and bending in and out of the blankets, along the interior of the car and dangling down from the roof.

Your mouth falls open in pure shock. “I’ll… I’ll turn these off later and open up the sunroof and we can…” he begins, but you finish his shy sentence before him, “Lie back and look at the stars?”

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He smiles and nods slowly, biting his bottom lip nervously. Your face breaks into a delirious grin, and you charge forward to tackle him with a hug, positively knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“I love you,” you huff, burying your face into his chest and squeezing him as tightly as you can. His warm chuckle and arms snaking around to squeeze you back make your heart explode, the safety, adoration and security he brings with just those actions making your head spin. "I love you too..." he whispers, his voice breaking slightly.

“I love you, you’re adorable. You’re so- you did this all yourself?” You ask, breathing heavily into his shirt. “Mhm…” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head affectionately, and then one more time for good measure, “Only for you…”

You pull away slightly to stare at him, and your heart stops at his gaze, his tender expression. All you can see is you, reflected in his eyes.  “I love you,” you breathe again. His eyes narrow slightly with happiness, and the corners of his lips quirk just a little. 

He’s silent as you stare at him, grinning childishly. He’s silent as you grab his wrist and hop up into the car, dragging him with you. He’s silent because he’s watching you. Watching your happiness, watching the twinkle in your eyes. Watching the curve of your smile, and the gentle flow of your hair.

He’s watching you and wishing to god, wishing with his soul… that he hadn’t misplaced that ring. 

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A/N: HAH HAHHAHAHAHA.       HAH.

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“Jagiyaaa! You sit back down right now, I will feed the cats in two seconds,” you yell, trying to shove your books back into the bookshelf. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” Chris shouts back, his head already buried in the pantry.

“I’m the one who offered to look after the god damn cats. Can you sit down for one second and pick out a movie?” You chide, rushing over to him and practically yanking him out of the kitchen. “I just want to help,” he pouts, laughing as you use all your strength to push him back to the couch.

Chris’ little date had felt like it lasted for eternity; giggling, reading, snuggling, staring, eating. The stars seemed especially bright tonight. Now you were back home. You’d only been out for a couple of hours at most, but it was enough to make your heart swell with love for this man. There was absolutely no way he’d be allowed to lift another finger for the next week, you swear.

You manage to shove him back to the couch, and he flops onto the couch when you force him to sit, pushing on his shoulders, but he follows you immediately when you turn away to get the cat food.

“Chris go away. I’m feeding the cats, stop being so stubborn,” you groan, speeding up your pace to the pantry. You swipe the tinned food into your hands and dash off towards Soonie, Doongie and Dori’s feeding bowls. Chris chases after you, leaping over the back of the couch to halt you in your path.

“Give me the food,” he grins, spreading his arms wide to stop you. “No! I’m feeding them!” You scowl, trying to get passed him, but he scuttles in your way again.

“Give it,” he insists again, this time gesturing with two of his fingers, his bottom lip between his teeth. You sigh and walk closer, pretending to give in, but instead press a chaste kiss to his lips.

When you pull away, his head follows you slightly, looking for more, and in his distracted state, you slip past him smirking. “Okay. Foul play,” he states, swivelling around to follow you again, “Just let me feed the cats.”

“Why do you want to feed them so badly?” You question, opening the tin and kneeling down to pour it into their bowls. He could be asking you the same question. Chris sits down next you cross legged and shrugs, watching you fill the three bowls with your tongue sticking out of your mouth, trying to estimate the portions correctly.

“It’s just one little job. And I wasn’t about to make you do it, not after that date you set up,” you continue. Chris has fallen silent, but you hardly notice, fixated instead on the cat food and your train of thought. He’s simply watching you again.

“I can’t believe you did all that by the way. It was so cute.” By this point, Chris practically can’t even hear you. He’s sitting with his hands in his lap, his head tilted to the side slightly, watching the movement of your lips.

“Anyways, I’m feeding the cats because you shouldn’t have to care for everything.” He’s smiling as he waits for that particular strand of your hair to slip past your ear and flop onto your face, his mind a haze, heart steadily beating in his chest.

“I’ll look after Minho’s cats, and I’ll look after you too, just like you look after everyone else.” Finally, you look up at him, and immediately you know he hasn’t heard a word.

“You’re not listening are you?” You chuckle, smiling at his dazed expression. He’s still silent for a second, just staring lovingly, and then the words tumble out of his mouth… the words you’ve been waiting for, and with a jolt of your heart you realise this is it.

“Marry me,” he whispers, not a fleck of insincerity in his voice. He’s not joking this time. He swallows in your silence, sitting up straighter to continue, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“Look I know- I know I’m not on one knee like I said I would be- I was meant to propose properly like an hour ago during our date- but I- I lost the ring, I can’t for the life of me find it, and I’m so-  I’m so sorry- but I mean- I just want so badly to be your husband- and even though there’s no ring-”

Your smile has only intensified into a grin with each passing second of him rambling. Slowly, you put the cat food down and reach into your front hoodie pocket, hands fumbling around for the item you’d stowed away, kept on your possession the moment you’d found it amongst his clothes two days ago.

“There is a ring though…” you interrupt, and he abruptly stops his heartfelt explanation. “What?”

Chris watches, his mind stuttering, as you prop yourself up on one knee in front of him and withdraw a familiar ring box from your (his?) hoodie. His mouth falls open slightly at the sight of it, growing exceedingly dry as you flip it open, revealing your ring.

“Will you marry me, Bahng Christopher Chahn?” You grin, struggling to contain your laughter. “Hang on- wait a minute- where did you find-” Chris begins, rubbing his face. “Awh just answer the question~” you tease. “No that’s not- I’m asking the question not you, that’s not how this is supposed to-” “Will you marry me?” “Wait- wait no this is insane, this is not-” “Will… you… marry… meeeeeeeeee?” “I’m so stupid.” “And I’m waiting.”

(A/N: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TELL ME SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS THIS PARALLEL)

Chris looks at you, then down at the ring, and then back up at you. He caves in those seconds, his voice cracking as he sits up on his knees and cups your face, “Yes. Yes of course you fucking shit, yes I’ll marry you.“

Finally, you let your laugh escape you, and his own face breaks into a grin at the sound. “This is unbelievable- I cannot believe this,” he murmurs, his voice feeble as he pulls you into a suffocating hug, “You had it this entire time? Don’t tell me you knew even when I was searching for it earlier.” “Oh I knew.” “You’re a fucking shit- I was so sad. I was so fed up with myself, I thought I ruined that entire date- you’re a fucking little shit.” “I could tell - you looked so defeated, but it’s okay… because it just made the whole date 100x sweeter.”

“I fucking hate you.” “And you’re sure you want to marry the person you seem to hate so much?”

Chris glares at you, then pulls you in for a mind-numbing kiss, your senses tuned in to only the feeling of your fiancé in front of you. You don’t even hear Soonie, Doongie and Dori meowing at you to move out the way so they can eat their food in peace. (A/N: Yeah! Move out the way bitches, us cats are hungry and our Dad would be mad at you right now!)

--

The sun was warm on your back, the sand ticklish between your toes as you took steady steps down the aisle, clinging tightly to Noah’s arm. You smiled happily at the adoring gazes of the rest of your family - Kiara, Dennis and Ryan. Chris’ family was here too, Jessica and Jack Bahng standing proudly with matching grins. Hannah and Lucas, you noted, had already been for a little dip in the water. 

Stray Kids, and Ashley of course attended the wedding too - and as you walked passed them you couldn’t help but bow your head and laugh at their wolf whistles and cheers. Chris’ was a grinning mess, looking as handsome as ever, and once you finally reached him, he couldn’t resist kissing you happily. This of course, resulted in yells of dismay and laughter alike.

You weren’t wearing a veil, and your hair was completely out, blowing gently in the sea breeze. It felt... unnecessary here.

You barely managed to get through your vows, struggling to form a coherent thought with the way Chris was looking at you, and when it was his turn your brain completely malfunctioned, admiring the way his tie sat snugly on his neck, his windswept hair, the happiness on his face.

“You’re not listening are you?” Chris pauses, smiling softly and brushing your hair out of your face. You blink and turn away slightly, trying to wake yourself up. “Yeah sorry- I am so sorry- you’re just- hoo you’re hot in a suit I swear to god.”

As soon as the official ceremony was over, the Stray Kids members swooped in… grabbed you by your wrists and ankles… and sprinted you all the way over to the water, Chris being roughly tousled over too. You laugh at the familiarity of the situation, squealing slightly as the cold water drenches you.

Everyone surrounds the pair of you, Chris getting shoved into you as you try to stand, and you cling to him desperately. Jisung starts up the chant, and you grin at your husband, knowing you’re both thinking the same thing. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You do. This time you do. Chris pulls you into a searing kiss, tasting slightly of salt water, one hand cupping your face, the other clinging tightly to your hip. When you separate, his forehead remains on yours, and he whispers, “What do you say we dunk Jisung first, hey?” 

You laugh and nod, then kiss him swiftly one more time before you both turn with mischievous grins towards Jisung. His raucous cheering ceases, and he morphs right back into a quokka, trying to hide behind Minho as you and Chris race towards him.

--

You’re sitting with your head resting on Chris’ shoulder, waiting patiently as he opens up a video on his computer. You’ve just gotten back from your honeymoon, spent travelling all over the place. To Perth, where your family lives, to Sydney, where his family lives and even back to the place where your other Café is located - where he first met you.

“So… this is something I’ve made…” Chris smiles, sliding his finger on the mousepad, “Actually, the Kids’ helped with the song… but I produced it, wrote the lyrics for it, and I filmed almost everything in this video.”

You snuggle into him more, excited to see what new Stray Kids’ content was to be released. He seems to understand your train of thought, “It’s not for Stray Kids though.”

You frown and look up at him, confused. He only smiles and slides the mouse to the top of the video, so you can read the title.

‘For My Love’

“Is this that- wait is this that song you started writing ages ago?!” You ask, jaw completely slack.

Chris kisses the top of your head happily, then after a shuddering breath, presses play.

(A/N: And you should pull up the song "Mixtape: OH" by SKZ too. I've tried to time the writing with the music, so I hope it's okay. When the song starts, continue reading onwards!!)

As soon as the music reaches your ears, you’re tossed into disbelief, the nostalgic tune hitting you hard immediately. On the screen, there’s only the title, flickering in and out of sight. 

The footage fades in when Jisung begins to rap, beginning with carefully edited videos of you. Just you. Walking ahead of Chris, unwrapping your birthday present, making coffee… cooking dinner, working in your office, sleeping… dancing around in the living room, playing with the animals in your daycare, reading… brushing your hair, talking with customers, listening to one of Chris’ new songs, swinging on some swings.

Then you notice the videos start to include Chris. Eating ice cream together, snuggling on the couch, walking hand in hand… watching a movie, messing around in the JYPE dance rooms, in the studios, in the dorms…

I thought I knew I was arrogant as if I knew everything But I didn't know, with you Why does it get harder the closer you get?

During Chris’ part, his vocals distinct, he’s standing as a relatively distant silhouette on a beach, the sun setting wistfully behind him, dancing and singing as a shadow. Your heart is painful in your chest.

As the chorus hits, the videos of both of you return, but they seem brighter, more vivid. Perhaps there was a filter on the previous videos muting their colours. This time it’s more than just you and Chris. You and Chris are with Stray Kids’, then with Ashley, then with your family, then with his. Your eyes are misting over, and you barely register that the real Chris is humming softly along to the tune beside you. You don’t even remember half of this footage being taken, but you remember the events.

All the Stray Kids members are now yelling into the camera, but they bob down to reveal Chris behind them all, just so he can say “Can I call you baby?”

Ayy (Baby) Can I call you baby? Ayy (Yeah, baby) In front of love, I'm still a kid

From here on, the music fades slightly, disappearing to become merely background music. The footage is now the main focus, the music quietened so the other audio can be heard.

Chris has propped his phone up on the bedside table, and it’s with a start that you realise he’s sitting on your old bed, the one you had before you moved to Korea. “I got you back. You’re back with me now. I’m so glad that you’re- I’m never losing you again. I should have paid more attention. I’m just glad that you’re back with me.” Chris swivels around to stare at the bathroom for a second, “Mhm, yeah you’re in the shower right now. You’re home. You’re with me.”

New video, new environment. Chris is sitting on the common room couch of your old Café, playing with a pillow in his lap. “It’s your birthday today!! You’re upstairs with Ashley, she’s doing a good job of keeping you entertained. I’ll see you in a bit. I’m gonna call you. Oi! Seungmin stop hitting Changbin!” “He hit me first!” “No- no fighting-“ The video cuts off as Chris reaches for the camera, his attention elsewhere.

The next video displays you, sitting on the floor trying to understand how to put the bed frame together. Chris peeks the camera around the door frame, talking in hushed tones in the background. “Welcome to your new home. Look at you, so hard at work already. You must be so tired jagi. Your plane fight must have been tiring, and yet you’re up and busy trying to look for screws. Behind you… nope other way ah there we go. You found them. Just like you found me. I’m glad you found me. I’m so glad you found me.”

When the bridge of the song hits, the mood is slightly different, and you know you’re going to have puffy eyes by the end of this video… because the footage shows a bridge. One that you distinctly remember. One that changed your life forever.

Chris holds his phone out to include him in the footage, and he stands there, leaning against the railing, smiling. “This is where I met you, jagi. This is where you found me. Right here, on this bridge. I tried to die. I did. I told you I just wanted to see what it looked like, but I lied. I genuinely- I wanted to drown. But you saved me. You still save me. Every day. Thank you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for loving me.”

The footage swiftly changes and now Chris is leaning on a sign post, and his mood is considerably happier here. “I kissed you for the first time ever here, right after you ran into this pole. Aha, I remember that so clearly - I don’t know how you managed to- but anyways… I finally kissed you, after wondering for soooo long what it would be like. I did it. And now I’ve kissed you a million more times and will do so millions of times more. If you’ll let me.”

Chris is climbing a set of steps now, and he’s muttering into the camera, the footage shaky as he climbs. “I had to get permission to come up here, because you don’t live here anymore. The manager of this Café Studio does- but anyways. Look here we are, your old house! It’s a bit different now, obviously… but… if we go through here… ta dah! You said you loved me here. I was so happy, so unbelievably happy you have no idea. I’m never going to forget the way you did that. You were so cute wow… woah being in here is a trip down memory lane. Wow… you’re still cute by the way, just saying.”

The video fades to black, the final few notes of the song ringing in your ears, and in the same font as the introductory title, the words ‘Thank you for loving me’ fade onto the screen, resounding and final.

You turn to the real Chris, who’s softly smiling at you, his eye’s utterly full of adoration and love. “Thank you for loving me,” he repeats, and you pull him into a hug, crying into his neck openly.

Thank you. For loving him.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　

-> PART 12 -> Masterlist

A/N: I'm a puddle right now.

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

[dangermousie]

Farscape rewatch - 2x13, Look at the Princess Part 3

I am very very fond of Jenavian. She’s one of my favorite one-off characters in fact, a Lady Bond who’s very very cool.

Also, pretty on brand that Crichton does not get the heart of a princess that is so typical of that sort of set up. Instead he gets a NSA one night stand with an agent, all sex and no feelings on either of their parts. (One of the things I love about him btw is that he sees a strong deadly woman and goes - attractive. I do think that progression of his one-off flings from tech and innocent with possibility of mutual feelings Gilina to murder factory tough nothing but sex Jenavian says a lot about his character progression.)

And this one night stand is the last time he voluntarily even looks at another woman, isn’t it? We are only halfway through season 2 of a show with four seasons and a mini and that is it for him. At the end of the episode Aeryn gives him hope that a relationship is possible and that is all John “I have hope or I am nothing” Crichton needs. Think of second half of s3 with Moya Crichton or Crichton in the beginning of s4 - he thinks he lost Aeryn as much or more than he believes for the bulk of this three parter and all he does is love her harder and pour his obsession into wormholes and…finding her.

Side note and digression: for a man who for so long put hope as his most important thing, his reason for going on, to declare in the end of s3 that he loves Aeryn “beyond hope” is just…no words.

So ominous. And then of course we see John (who had no problem killing the Scarran) fail to kill his bete noire and just let him off with a warning which is so so wrong that even without knowledge of the rewatch it sets off every alarm bell in the universe.

Anyway, I find the ending very very on brand: dark and heartbreaking, but with a glimmer of hope. Crichton has let Scorpius walk away (and knowing what I do now, about the chip, it is only the beginning of his madness arc), and he has had to leave behind a child he will never see (and of whose existence he didn’t know until it was too late, as the medics artificially impregnated Katralla and only then told him), which is something that he has enormous issues about.

His ‘good guys win for once’ is tinged with bitterness but also total lack of surprise. He has learned by now that the universe isn’t kind, and that any victory is not really that. But then there is also the amazing scene at the end (I still remember the first time I saw it, I literally screamed out loud) with Aeryn and the compatibility vial. And that is hope. It must take a huge huge deal of courage for Aeryn to be the one to make the first step, however tentative, and in a way, that step is enormous. She has learned in this three-parter that children is something that will always be something John will want, and with the compatibility vial test, what she is offering, however, tentatively, however hypothetically (and you see her brace herself as if for battle), is a chance to them together for that future, acknowledgment that this might be a possibility for them: a relationship, a real one, with possibly future children even. I have rewatched that scene literally dozens of times: her fishing the vial out, the way his breath catches when he sees, the utter silence with which they place the drops and the tentative, fragile way they kiss. And their eyes. Their eyes throughout. And then her walking away still in complete silence and he sits there, stock still, just staring after her, his eyes shining and full of so many inexpressible things being expressed, after all, and as she walks away, poised, you see her smile.

But then - it’s such an interesting thing to me. The guy Aeryn goes climbing with in this three parter tells her that emotional pain is worth it because of the good times before it hurt. And Aeryn decides to risk this by the end of this ep - she decides the risk of hurt is worth it for the possibility of happiness. But that gets calibrated and recalibrated for her during the show. She gets skittish more than once - think beginning of season 3 where what spooks her is not that controlled John killed her but her own feelings, her growing emotion and her terror at how consuming it is. Or think about her after Talyn-John’s death where she goes through the worst hurt (and how telling is it that John’s death breaks her the way her own never did) and she decides that no happiness is worth going through this pain again.

But! And that is what gets me so much - no matter the risk and even the certainty of pain, no matter the suffering she can never stick to her attempt to leave him, to not get involved. She always always always comes back, always gives in to her heart. She can’t be without him any more than he can be without her, whatever the price. And I love it so much. (The thing is, I think John never wavers, never tries to fight it the way she does not just because they are different people with different backgrounds and personalities but because his love for her is what he latches on as a reason for living, as a way to keep some sanity, as the one thing to hold to in the horror pit his life thrust him into. John is a deeply obsessive person and Aeryn replaces his desire to go home and even wormholes for him but I love that despite her nonlinear way to get there, her devotion is no less.)

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 3 Crazy Bastards!

Ah shit, sorry this one's so late! I didn't realize it hadn't scheduled it like I told it to!

Ferid Bathory

🤍♦️You want to celebrate Christmas with him? He’s down! Of course he’ll make time for his favorite pet! He probably knows at least a little bit about Christmas activities, even if he hasn’t fully celebrated it before. He’s sure to make this the most entertaining Christmas in the world!

🤍♦️Ferid goes ALL OUT with the decorations. The day after you mention it to him, there’s gigantic boxes of decorations everywhere. 90% of them are covered in glitter and/or sequins. It’s going to take at least a week to get everything decorated, there is a LOT of mansion to decorate.

🤍♦️Oh he fucking LOVES Christmas music, especially when he can annoy people with it! Catch him singing along to ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’ at full volume, his voice absolutely SHATTERING on the high notes.

🤍♦️Ferid would absolutely love to watch Christmas movies with you! He really just wants another excuse to hold you close and smother you in affection. I recommend Home Alone, a funny movie that might keep him entertained. Be warned, if the movie isn’t enough to keep him interested… Let's just say that neither of you will be doing a whole lot of ‘watching’.

🤍♦️He is absolutely delighted to partake in these silly human traditions! His favorite is definitely the one surrounding mistletoe. He carries some with him everywhere, just to force kisses out of you (he doesn’t need it, he's just being dramatic). Gingerbread houses are also a riot. Everything is a riot, actually. Ferid is just a funny guy. He likes to sneak up behind Crowley and slam-dunk giant snowballs on his head. Crowley does not find this nearly as amusing as you and Ferid do.

Envy

🌴🖤I am so sorry. Envy is the WEIRDEST mix of tsundere and yandere. Of course he doesn’t want to celebrate some stupid human holiday… but don’t you DARE celebrate with anyone else!! It’s honestly so confusing.

🌴🖤This bastard is the laziest decorator in the world. I hope you didn’t want your house to look good, because he kinda just sticks something somewhere and then leaves it there. He has no artistic talent at all.

🌴🖤He HATES Christmas music, unless he happens to be using it to annoy someone else. His usual target is Greed. He is absolutely tone def, and cannot carry a tune to save his life.

🌴🖤Christmas movies are only fun for him if he gets to make fun of literally everything. He’s definitely one of the most annoying characters to watch movies with. Oh, and he’s going to sit on the other side of the couch. He wouldn’t want some filthy human touching him. Definitely not. No he is totally NOT thinking about cuddling you.

🌴🖤Envy doesn’t see the point in a lot of traditions, and he is VERY vocal about it. He especially hates mistletoe. Greed will follow you two around with a fishing pole that has mistletoe tied to the end of it. It drives the palm tree up the wall!

Tsubaki

🖤🦊You are lying to yourself if you think Tsubaki and his gang don’t celebrate Christmas together every year. Prepare for the craziest Christmas of your life!

🖤🦊Decorating is a whole-squad kind of activity. ALL of his besties come over to help out, and it is CHAOS. Beru-Beru had to drag Sakuya by his collar (his SHIRT COLLAR, get your mind out of the gutter). Tsubaki himself has no decorating style, and just sticks everything everywhere. Everything is covered in glitter.

🖤🦊Christmas karaoke is a must. Beru-Beru brings a karaoke machine to their favorite sushi bar (it’s the only place they’re allowed in), and everyone takes turns singing carols. Again, Sakuya does NOT want to be there, but they forced him to because ‘team bonding time’. Tsubaki and Beru-Beru are the ones that dominate Christmas karaoke every year, because they’re just cool like that. They’re not good, they’re just the only ones that REALLY love karaoke. Sometimes Tsubaki gets into a laughing fit in the middle of the song. Oh, and everyone’s drunk by the end of the night.

🖤🦊Tsubaki’s gang has seen every Christmas movie at least twice, but they are all 100% willing to watch them all again. Christmas. Movie. Marathon. I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping! Aside from that, Tsubaki would also love to have a movie night with just the two of you. He thoroughly enjoys cuddles! His hysterical laughing fits make it a little difficult to hear the movie, though!

🖤🦊Gingerbread house competition! Everyone gets their own house, and then they vote on whose is the best. Literally everyone votes for themselves, though, so it isn't much of a competition. There are some… interesting designs. Needless to say, a lot of red frosting is used up. Snowball fights are scary intense. 6 vampires going at it with ice-laced snowballs? Terrifying. I’d sit on the sidelines if I were you. Beru-Beru likes to throw mistletoe at you and Tsubaki, and he also spikes the eggnog. By the end of any Tsubaki Squad Christmas party, everyone is absolutely hammered.

[luckylsoer]

Alright, finally getting around to updating this…

Hello there, you who clicked on my username!

I call myself LuckyLsoer, a small artist (like, literally, physically small) amidst the vast Tumblr.

Currently residing in the mystical land of the easternmost West; my foreseeing ability is matched by few. New Zealand. UTC+13. Currently doing a CS major in uni.

He/him, last time I checked.

I draw both OC arts and fanarts. I do digital art, and my style is very anime-like. I try my best to post art weekly. If I haven't posted for this week feel free to barge into my house and drag me out because I would likely be procrastinating.

Currently I'm not doing comms, unfortunately. I do accept any request that catches my eyes however, so feel free to ask!

I may be very, very shy at times and may need to be dragged out of my shell. Please do it. It's how I make friends.

I may also be seen wandering around on:

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Discord: LuckyLsoer2

Me hobbies:

I play games. My favourite keeps changing every few weeks or so. I've found that I really enjoy singleplayers or slower-paced combat games. Just got out of War Thunder, and is currently playing Elite: Dangerous Naval Action. Wait, what?

I don't watch animes that often but I inhale mangas. Do recommend/ask me for recommendations!

Music! I listen to a bunch of music. Usually I'd get hooked on a single genre/artist/album for a while, then an “intermission” phase when my taste almost makes zero sense, before finding my next target. Currently, it's “intermission”, and depending on my mood, I can be found listening to: Utsu-P, Futakuchi Mana, Yuyoyuppe's SICK Yanderu EP, Yansan/es, Ye Banished Privateers (because of Naval Action), Fish in a Birdcage, Dirt Poor Robins, checks notes ZUTOMAYO, The Ink Spot?, Electric Light Orchestra?, Shostakovich's The Jazz Album??, ImRuscelOfficial's Reeds and Seeds??, …The Red Army Choir???

Seriously, my Spotify front page is an absolute mess lol. Feel free to throw more artists at me.

[purest-vanilla]

I posted 868 times in 2022

That's 868 more posts than 2021!

131 posts created (15%)

737 posts reblogged (85%)

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I tagged 696 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#abra-cookie-cadabra! - reblog - 41 posts

#dailywiz - 36 posts

#the musings of the almighty wizard cookie! - 25 posts

#cookie run - 24 posts

#magic is an art form - 24 posts

#friend! friend! - 23 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

dark cacao kingdom incorrect quotes bc i’m bored

Dark Choco: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this. Dark Cacao: What did you do Dark Choco? Dark Choco: a Mistake.

Affogato: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Caramel Arrow: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Caramel Arrow: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container. Crunchy Chip: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.

Affogato: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone. Caramel Arrow: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

Dark Choco: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. Dark Cacao: And you came to me?

Caramel Arrow: What’s your favorite color? Affogato: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Caramel Arrow: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Affogato: My favorite color is pink.

Dark Choco: Hey Dark Cacao, can I get some icecream? Dark Cacao: Only a spoonful! Dark Choco: *Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.*

Caramel Arrow: I hate Affogato. Crunchy Chip: "Hate' is a strong word. Caramel Arrow: I have strong opinions.

Crunchy Chip: Why do I always try to tell people we're cool? We are so very uncool.

Caramel Arrow: When surrendering, Dark Choco is to hand the sword over HILT first.

Caramel Arrow: Editor's note: What the fuck?

Caramel Arrow: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Crunchy Chip: Maybe a bit tipsy? Affogato: Drunk. Dark Cacao: Wasted. Dark Choco: Dead.

Crunchy Chip: Affogato is not a morning person. Or a night person. There’s really only about seven minutes a day you are fun to be around. Affogato: The best part is you never know when they’re coming.

Affogato: You can de-escalate literally any situation by asking ‘are we about to kiss?’ Affogato: Doesn't work with getting out of betraying people, though.

Crunchy Chip: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

Affogato: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you. Dark Choco: Being a fish. Affogato: Well, shit.

Affogato: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and- Dark Choco: No returns. Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad...

34 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

#4

so uh. tried to do a funny [k]night sky costume thing

43 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#3

bullying :(

55 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#2

He’s fucking dead guys. Perished. Gone. Fainted permanently. 

56 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[kazewhara]

the bell chimes above the door signaling a customer’s arrival. “hello,” kazuha says from behind the counter. “welcome to… ah, it’s you.” a smile warms his expression when he lays eyes on you. “how are you feeling today?”

you feel your heart kick up an unsteady rhythm at the sight of the barista’s smile. it’s been a few months and yet every time you see it, you feel a little weak in the knees. sometimes, you aren’t sure if you keep coming back for the coffee or for kazuha. maybe it’s both.

“pretty tired,” you shrug. months of interacting with him have granted you the ability to navigate your conversations with ease. “and you?”

kazuha tilts his head to the side slightly and you think you can see the tips of his ears turning red. “would it be too forward of me to say that i’m feeling better now that you’re here?” his ruby eyes never leave your face. “i missed you this morning; i was wondering what happened since you didn’t come to get your usual.”

…maybe you might need a couple more months before you can feel like a normal person in front of him.

you blink at him a few times, unsure of how to respond. he’s being… bolder than usual. it’s not unpleasant, but you’re absolutely floored by it. you hope it’s not showing on your face. you try to smooth it over with a half smile. “it was a pretty hectic morning,” you reply, not addressing his flirtatious comment. “i would’ve been late for class if i stopped by, but i’m here now.”

if kazuha is disappointed by your lack of reciprocation, he doesn’t show it. his smile grows just a bit wider. “you are. welcome back.” his gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer before he drops his eyes to the register. “anyways, um… will you have your usual, then?”

shit, were you staring at him just now? you try to stomp out the flames of panic before they grow too big, but you can’t contain them fast enough. your face starts to grow warm. “ah, uh, yeah, sorry.” you walk up to pay for it and avoid eye contact the entire time. god only knows if you’d end up lost in his eyes or something again.

you head towards your usual table and pull out some study materials. you can see the words in the book you’re reading and you’re writing down notes like usual, but your head really isn’t in it. you’ve been daydreaming a lot more these days and you know exactly why. lately, your thoughts have been occupied by not one, but two men. it feels like a situation straight out of a bad romance movie — hell, it would be if one of those men wasn’t literally a masked vigilante.

over the past couple months, during the day, you’d find yourself here, studying and picking up light conversation with kazuha, the barista who also happens to be a student at the university you go to. he’s been an absolute sweetheart from the get-go; the first time you came here, he noticed that you were struggling with some work and offered to help you study. he’s not a med student, but he tried his best anyways.

after two weeks of showing up regularly, you started to learn more about him during your study breaks. you learned that he often catsits for his friend tomo and that he likes fish quite a bit. you remember jokingly calling him a cat and watching his cheeks go pink with embarrassment. he’s a literature major, hence the quotes on every napkin he hands you, he wears contacts almost every day, and he actually prefers tea over coffee.

you pause in your writing. you really should have forgotten some of that info by now — you have enough to remember as is. you peek up at the register to see kazuha working on your drink behind the counter. his sleeves are rolled up and even from here, you can see how focused he is. suddenly, he stops and turns to face you. again, you’ve been caught staring. to your horror, kazuha actually smirks at you, the corner of his lips curling into something so teasing that you really can’t help but let your face catch fire. you re-focus on your work and hear him laugh softly from where he is.

you’re knee deep in your work when a white mug on a matching platter slides onto your table from the corner of your eye. you pause and look up to see kazuha with a gleam in his eyes. “here you are,” he says. “and a fresh croissant for you, too. i’m not sure if you’ve eaten yet, so i didn’t want to overwhelm you with something too sweet.”

little does he know that he’s already overwhelming you by being sweet. you open your mouth to ask him to take it back, but you feel your stomach roll at the smell. “thanks, kazuha.” you pick up the croissant and pull off a small piece to start eating while he sits across from you. “don’t you have work to do?” you ask with a small frown.

“it’s a slow day,” he says, “so i’m all yours for a while, if you’ll have me.”

you can’t help but smile. “i could use the distraction, i guess.” you peek down at the napkin tucked beneath the mug and raise your brow at him. it’s blank. “no quote today?”

for the second time, you swear you see his ears changing color. kazuha points at the napkin. “no, but there’s still something written on it. take a look.”

you take the napkin and unfold it to see a string of numbers. your heart stops and restarts. “is this..?”

“my phone number,” kazuha answers for you. he keeps his eyes fixed on the napkin. “i’d been meaning to get yours for a while but i never knew how to ask, so… i figured i’d give you mine.”

your mouth feels dry. is this the universe’s way of telling you to make your decision? you fumble for something to say. “what were you going to do with my number once you got it?” you ask. you begin to eviscerate yourself mentally for asking such a stupid question.

kazuha doesn’t seem fazed by it. he meets your eyes again, and you hold your breath. “i was going to ask if you wanted to go somewhere with me sometime. preferably not here, though.” he chuckles softly. “i’m here enough as it is.”

“so a date, then.” you blurt. instantly, your face burns up again. this isn’t good for your health. “i mean..! um– not.. not a date date, but–”

“it could be one if… if that’s what you wanted.” kazuha’s smile doesn’t fade. “i certainly wouldn’t mind. i’d prefer that, actually.”

“o-oh, then…” you can feel yourself growing more embarrassed by the second, but kazuha remains as patient as ever. you try to give yourself a moment to recover by pulling out your phone and texting him a quick hello.

across from you, kazuha raises his brows and pulls out his phone.

[me]: hey

[cute barista]: hello

[cute barista]: is this how we’re going to talk now?

[me]: if i open my mouth and say something stupid again, i think i’d scare you off, so yes

[cute barista]: well rest assured, there’s literally nothing that could dampen my interest in you.

you make a pained noise in your throat. kazuha laughs.

[cute barista]: you’re really cute.

[me]: please shut up

[cute barista]: okay, okay

[cute barista]: but since we’re talking here, i guess i’ll ask:

[cute barista]: do you want to go on a date with me this sunday?

[me]: … yes. i really do

[cute barista]: sunday it is, then :)

as soon as kazuha sends that last message, the bell above the door chimes. a few people walk in — it must be the daily lunch rush. kazuha stands and pockets his phone.

“you have class soon, right?” he asks. when you nod, he smiles. “then i’ll see you sunday. i’ll text you about the details later.”

and just like that, he’s gone, off to tend to the customers that just came in while you stew in your euphoria.

[echoalyssa]

Through His Window | Marcus Baker

Authors Note: Marcus is 18 in this and will be for every time that I write for him! Plus look at the boy, as if he’s 15 😒 I love this boy with all my heart, and could not write about anyone younger than 18 ever. Oral sex! Female receiving.

Y’all get yourself a man (or a woman) like this. I never KNEW until i experienced it. Don’t settle for less!

It’s late at night when you scurry across the street and into the Bakers’ yard. Normally it was your boyfriend climbing through your window, but today, or rather tonight, you decided that you wanted to switch it up.

You reach for the lowest branch of the tree below Marcus’ window, hauling yourself up and wedging your foot into the crevice before reaching for the next branch.

Its really not the most comfortable, stray leaves and twigs hit you in the face and if you weren't wearing leggings you'd certainly have some very scratched up legs.

Thank god it wasn’t a fern tree, that would be utter hell. How Marcus climbed up so gracefully was beyond you.

You finally reach his windowsill and with a might haul, you manage to pull yourself up. You wiggle so that a butt cheek and a thigh rests on the ledge, your other leg still on the tree branch and then you push the window up.

Luckily he hasn’t locked it, otherwise this whole thing would be ruined. Plus, stairs were boring.

You focus more on climbing into the room safely than looking for him. And when you’re seated on the floor, gasping slightly because it sure was a workout, you look up.

Marcus is standing by his dresser just staring at you, looking downright shocked. He blinks, his jaw opening and closing like a fish. His eyebrows rise and then fall again.

“Hey baby!” You say with a giggle.

He blinks another confused blink and then his face lights up. Your boyfriend crosses the room to you and then hauls you up so he can kiss you.

You melt into him, the ever so present fact that the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces looming over you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks with a chuckle of disbelief after he’s pulled away.

You stroke your jaw and grab your crotch, like teenage boys did for their instagram pics. “I’m Marcus Baker. I crawl through windows at night.”

He eyes you, and then simultaneously the two of you break into laughter.

Your fingers find the hem of his tshirt and you tug lightly, before backing away from him to slide off your shirt (one of his old ones, though it unfortunately didn’t smell like him) leaving you in those black nike running shorts that you loved.

He obliges, not because he enjoys being shirtless but because he likes you in his clothes. Or nothing at all. He wasn’t picky.

You slip it over your head and then dart for his bed, you fling yourself onto the mattress and your body bounces back up after impact.

He darts after you, jumping on top of you and pinning you to the mattress. His fingers go to your sides and he begins to tickle you, knowing all the right places.

You squirm, all giggly and thrashing. You can feel the lack of air and you smack at his shoulders playfully, trying to escape his wrath.

He pulls back, knowing you need to breathe. “Give me one good reason as to why I should stop.”

You gasp, and gasp again, sucking that precious air back into your lungs. “I-I-“ You suck in more air, a stray giggle following. “I’m horny!”

At that his eyebrows raise and he peers down at you. “Horny eh?”

You nod curtly and then for extra effect add a little army salute.

“I’ve got a spectacular solution for that problem then miss. Will you allow me to assist you?”

“Yessir!”

He rolls over to the right of his bed so that he’s no longer on top of you and then pats the space between the sides of his head.

You give him a blank look.

“Ride my face babe!”

You feel your eyes blow out wide. Oh. OH. “Isn’t that dangerous? What if you can’t breathe?”

“Death by thick thighs, I would not complain!”

“No death Mar!” You exclaim.

He pats the mattress again. “Bless me with the glorious juices of your body.”

This kid. This kid would be the end of you.

Reluctantly you tug the shorts off, and because of the built in underwear you didn’t need to wear underwear. You straddle his chest first and look down at him.

“Are you sure?”

You knew he loved eating you out, loved cleaning you up and he loved giving. But you’d never sat ON his face before.

Slowly you scoot up, seeing his face disappear between your thighs. Though you hover over his face, reluctant to put too much weight on him.

His arms wrap around your thighs from the back, his palms resting on your hips, and then abruptly he pulls you down onto him.

His lips land on your clit and you gasp, trying to rocket back up but he holds you there, his grip firm but not tight.

He drags his tongue through your lips and you whimper. It’s always so good when he does this, but the fact that you’re on his face is ridiculously enticing even if you’re still worried. His tongue then flicks upward and- he catches your clit and your hand shoots downwards, wrapping in his hair.

“Oh god-“

He groans from underneath you and you know it’s because he loves the way you taste. The vibration of the groan rockets through you and your legs shake.

His tongue picks a steady rhythm on your clit and you find your hips rolling forward ever so slightly.

“Is that o-okay?” You gasp out, worried you’ll hurt him.

He lets out a ragged moan in response and tugs you further into him.

Something about this angle, about this position, it was stirring a fire in your belly already. If only there was a mirror, if you ever did this again (and you had a feeling you would) you’d definitely be adding a mirror to the equation.

Your body is succumbing to him, you fall forward, grabbing the headboard for support, fisting his hair.

His tongue stays steady and when he needs a slight break for air he’ll pull you off just slightly before tugging you back onto his face.

Your eyes are glued to his face between your thighs, the source of all the pleasure coursing through your body. At the way just his eyes and forehead are visible below you. His gaze flickers to you occasionally, watching your reactions every time he changes the angle and alters the pressure.

He drags his tongue down to your opening, plays with you there for a bit and then returns full force to your clit.

It’s enough to make you keen out his name.

“M-mar-marcus b-babe p-please” You beg.

The sound of your voice, racked with your impending orgasm and the taste of you does him in and his tongue speeds up, his lips curl around your clit, he sucks on it, like a cherry.

“Oh I-“

Your legs are shaking and you knew that if you wanted to pull off of him you wouldn’t be able to. You hoped he was doing okay on oxygen down there.

It hits you like a truck. Like the first time you vape but have no idea what it’s like. But harder. Your entire body seizes up and then… heaven. Euphoric bliss.

You release onto his face, into his mouth and he laps it all up, urging you through your orgasm and then further. He’s obsessed. His arms keep you pressed onto him.

Your hips jerk, reaching over sensitivity but he doesn’t stop. Instead Marcus keeps going, showing your body how it’s down. What a real orgasm is. You’re seizing above him and the pleasure just won’t stop.

Eventually his pace slows and he slowly pulls off. He helps you lay down next to him, where your entire body is shaking, especially your legs. Who knew post orgasm shakes were really a thing?

He grins at you, mouth and chin glistening with your liquids and then as you watch him, he uses a finger to collect and literally cleans himself.

It’s about one of the sexiest things ever and you don’t think you’ll ever recover from this. Not that that would be such a bad thing.