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cuteselle · 2 months

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⊱ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱.

𝓢 — enha maknae line saying you remind them of their ex in an argument

maknae line 𖹭 fem reader , angst , cussing , breakup in riki , u don't let it slide w jungwon , not proofread — 991 wc

ac 𖧷 .. when fluff comes yk i gotta double it w angst! this isn't that good because i haven't written it in months.. enjoy!

YANG JUNGWON ᰋ you and jungwon had been bickering all evening, and the tension in the room was thick. it felt like every little thing was setting the other off, and you were both getting more and more frustrated by the minute. as the argument escalated, jungwon's frustration finally boiled over. "you've been ditching our dates for two weeks, this is the first time i've seen you!" you yelled, not minding the fact that everyone else was only upstairs.

“oh my god yn, you're acting like my ex can you calm down?” he snapped, his words cutting deep. your eyes widened in disbelief at his words, and you felt a rush of anger and hurt. "i can't believe you just said that," you shot back, your voice shaking with emotion. "i'm not going to stand here and take that kind of disrespect."

jungwon looked taken aback by your reaction, but he didn't back down. "well, maybe if you weren't acting like her, i wouldn't have said it," he retorted, his voice defensive. you felt your anger rising, and you knew you needed to get some space before things got even worse. that's when jake had stepped down, listening to the argument and debating when to step in.

"i need you to leave," you said firmly, trying to keep your voice steady. jungwon looked at you in surprise, but he didn't argue. he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, but before he left, he turned back to you. "yeah okay," he said, his voice softening slightly. "we can talk about this when we've both had a chance to cool off."

you didn't respond as he walked out the door, and you heard the click of the lock as he left and slammed the door. you fell to your knees, feeling exhausted and drained from the argument. everyone quickly rushing downstairs to your side, “aish, don't cry yn.. i'm sure he'll come around, yeah?”

KIM SUNOO ᰋ “really, sunoo? it's not even that big of a deal, he's my friend.” you continued, running your hands through your hair. you've known gyuvin longer than sunoo, so why would be be so mad that you want to hang with your friend every now and then?

“do you not see the way he looks at you? it pisses me off,” he started, you and sunoo had been arguing for at least an hour, and you could feel the tension building between you. you were both getting more and more frustrated, and it felt like every word was just adding fuel to the fire. "you're acting like giselle, she always said he was just a friend." he snapped, his voice filled with frustration.

your heart sank at his words, and you felt a wave of hurt wash over you. giselle was sunoo's ex, and he had always spoken of her in negative terms. to hear him compare you to her was like a knife to the heart. “how could you say that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "you know how much it hurts me to be compared to her.”

sunoo looked away, his jaw clenched. "i'm sorry, my love" he muttered. "i didn't mean it, i swear." but the damage had already been done. you could feel yourself starting to overthink, wondering if sunoo still had feelings for giselle, or if he thought you were just as bad as she was. you knew you needed some space to clear your head.

"i think i need some time alone," you said, your voice still shaking with emotion. "i'm going to go for a walk." you grabbed your jacket and walked out the door, not looking back as you headed down the street. you didn't know how long you would be gone, but you knew you needed to sort through your thoughts before you could face sunoo again.

NISHIMURA RIKI ᰋ you and ni-ki had been arguing for what felt like hours. it had started out as a small disagreement about household chores, but it had quickly spiraled out of control. you were both tired from a long day at work, and your tempers were short. you felt like you were doing more than your fair share of the chores, while ni-ki felt like you were nitpicking and being overly critical.

the more you tried to explain your perspective, the more defensive ni-ki became, and before long, you were both shouting at each other. you knew that this wasn't productive, but you couldn't seem to stop yourself from engaging in the argument. “ni-ki it isn't that hard to just clean up around the house, i get you're busy but sometimes you're doing nothing!”

"you're acting just like my ex, can you quit it?" he spat, his words cutting deep. “i clean around, i tell you i'll do things later.” he continued on this rant, but you were still stuck on one thing. you? acting like his ex? he must have just hated you then cause he hated his ex with his heart. your heart sank at his words, and you felt like you had been punched in the gut. you knew how much ni-ki had been hurt by his past relationship, and to hear him compare you to his ex was the ultimate blow.

"if i'm such a terrible girlfriend, then maybe we should just break up," you cut him off, your voice trembling with emotion. "if that's how you feel, then there's no point in continuing this relationship.” you turned around to get your bag, ni-ki's eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately tried to backtrack.

"baby, i didn't mean it like that," he stammered, trying to apologize. "i was just upset, i didn't mean to hurt you.” you scoffed, opening the door to what was your shared apartment. “well you did, i won't be a burden to you anymore.” you took off the promise ring he gave you, and his eyes swelled with tears. “bye riki.”

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ksakiswh0re-xo · 6 months

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✧ telling hanma to bow to you instead :

cw: fem reader, role reversal, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk/degradation, fingering, impact play, brat-taming ig u can say

wc: 991

"On your knees."

His "Sin"-tattooed hand pointed down to the spot in front of him on the shiny, swirled-marble floor in his office.

Very characteristic of Hanma to demand head in the middle of him doing paperwork.

"How about you get on your knees for me?"

You quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him as you stood before his desk; all you were trying to do was ask him what he wanted for lunch.

You didn't have time for his shit today.

Hanma's golden eyes trailed all over your body, starting from your feet and moving up to your pretty fingers sporting those black stiletto nails with real 14K gold-chain detailing.

It came as no surprise to him that you'd say some shit like that; you've always been a brat.

Hell, that's why he liked you.

A dangerous, violent man like Shuji Hanma wouldn't dare put a weak-minded bitch at his side.

"Oh yeah?"

In an instant, all 6'4" of him was towering over you, skulking forward like a panther ready to pounce until he had backed you up against the bookshelf situated at the back wall.

In his pursuit of you, he had also grabbed his rolling chair from behind the desk to push in front of you once he had you trapped.

"Sit down."

"Shuji, I don't have time for this bullshit-"

"I said sit the fuck down."

With an exaggerated huff, you threw yourself into the chair, arms crossed over your chest indignantly. A true brat, indeed.

The corners of Hanma's lips turned up slightly, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead softly before grabbing you by the neck with the "Punishment" hand.

"Telling me what to do, huh baby? I kinda liked that glint in your eyes just then."

He tilted your head back to peck your lips, then put one hand on the chair to push it forward towards his desk.

Hanma slammed you against that desk, the sturdy oak material not even moving an inch with the impact.

"Can't say it's anybody's fault but my own, but that's okay. I like it when you get bitchy."

"What are you doing, Shuji? Stop messing around!" You moved to get up, but the look that he shot you quickly made you reconsider.

"You wanted me on my knees, so that's what I'm doing, baby."

He chuckled softly and dropped to his knees before you.

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor; this was new.

A small, golden key on a chain around his neck came into your line of sight as Hanma reached behind his head to unclasp it.

He used the key to unlock a bottom drawer on the desk and pulled out a pair of shiny, silver ankle cuffs along with a spreader bar.

“You like talking down to me? Making me into your little bitch? Huh, babe?”

Once he had you situated with your legs bent up at an angle and cuffed to either leg of the desk, he rolled his sleeves up.

Hanma spanked the fat parts of your thighs - left, right - alternating between “Sin” and “Punishment” as if you had wronged him, had betrayed him somehow and he wanted to make you suffer before he gave into pleasuring you.

Your body jolted and you flattened your back against the soft cushion of the chair with each strike.

He didn’t stop until your skin was so warm that it could’ve been glowing if you looked hard enough. His big, strong hands smoothed over the aching flesh and then slipped behind your knees to hike your legs up enough to slip his head between them.

The cuffs clinked against the legs of the desk, the cold material uncomfortably digging into your ankles.

“SHUJI, oh God!”

His hot tongue flickered over your clit; he used the tip to coax it from under its hood before pulling back and spitting a fat glob of spit onto it. The lewd sound echoed across the expanse of the large office space, making your face burn.

He moved his hands from behind your knees to grip your still-aching thighs and hold you steady as he buried his face in your wet cunt and went to town.

When Shuji was irritated and eating you out, he was doing it for his pleasure, not yours. It always felt like he was worshipping you, though. Doing his best to please you and show you that you didn’t belong anywhere else except with him.

“Mmm..,” he moaned, opening his golden eyes and staring up at your heated face as he continued to use his tongue to play between your folds.

With a loud slurp, he pulled himself away, reluctantly.

“Ahh!”

Three fingers sunk into you; “Punishment” while “Sin” pulled your folds back so he could watch how your little hole stretched to take him.

“You’re soakin’ me, fuckin’ slut.” Hanma grunted as your juices began sliding down his wrist and forearm.

After only a few minutes of this, he removed his fingers and flicked them - you could hear your wetness splash against the marble floor, further embarrassing you but also turning you on.

He switched hands in rapid succession and began fingering you once again, twisting and angling his fingers directly at your G-spot.

“S-Shuji, please…” Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, breathing labored.

"What's that?,” he leaned his ear towards you, “ready for me to get up, love?"

He sat back on his legs, knees spread wide so you could see how his cock strained against his pinstriped suit pants. You quickly shook your head.

"N-no, Shuji - please, don't stop!"

This brought a wicked smile to Hanma’s face and he licked over his lips before leaning back in to kiss each of your knees.

"Hmph, wasn't planning on it, brat."

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heartthrobin · 1 year

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here kitty kitty

miguel o’ hara x gn!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: sunshine reader, grumpy miguel, also lovesick miguel, tooth-rotting fluff, kittens :)

an: went to go see ATSV again today and was thinking about my man so i needed to get this out. remember to reblog and comment to support your favourite writers <3

summary: you want a kitten. Miguel doesn’t want to share.

the air on earth 991 was cold.

an icy white blanket draped over the tops of the roofs in Manhattan, broken only by the red streaks whizzing between buildings - the serene snowy landscape interrupted by echoing grunts of fist colliding with metal.

even over your suit, the cold bit into your arms and up between the tendrils of your hair as you free fell down the side of a bank.

“Pav, on your left!” Jessica’s voice echoed down your earpiece.

you spat out a web at the building adjacent, body twisting and turning between the flailing green arms of the Dr Ock that had appeared on this earth where he most definitely did not belong.

a crack rung down the alleyway where Miguel’s foot connected with the anomaly’s jaw. a groan followed quickly after it and metal arms grappled at low hanging ledges, crumbling them beneath monstrous pressure.

“hey Pav,” you called your best friend over the microphone, sing-songing his name. “bet you can’t pin down more tentacles than me?”

“ha,” his voice bounced quickly back. “you are so on!”

you kicked off the edge of the red-brick side of the building, swan diving between flying metal.

thick white webs tangled over the nearest tentacle, your ankle wobbled dangerously beneath you when you landed against slippery ice-bitten tar.

“yn—“ a voice called through your earpiece again. “—stop being reckless. focus on his abdomen, it’s exposed.”

you giggled merrily, stomach swooping when your released a web and arched into a backflip far over Dr Ock’s head. “take a chill pill, Miggy.”

he hated when you called him that at work. preferred when it was shared in the privacy of his bed, when you’d lean lazily over his broad chest and pick at flecks of hair over his forehead.

“you’ll crease that pretty forehead, baby.” you crooned and then grunted, tugging down on the web that you’d managed to tangle around a metal arm.

Pavitr flew past in your peripheral vision. he sent a splatter of web straight at the anomaly’s face: there was a giant roar and the kick of Jessica’s motorcycle.

“para.” Miguel scolded, but you could hear the blush in his voice.

your mouth opened - in the corner of your eye you watched Jessica turn her head away - unleashing a supersonic scream that rippled down over the figure of Otto Octavius. trembling hands came over his ears, a useless attempt at defense, and four tentacles writhed painfully against the grey coloured sky.

Miguel and Pavitr came down in unison towards his exposed cranium.

it all seemed to end within seconds. Dr Ock concealed in the chamber of the portable prison and you panting over the sidewalk.

snow fell gently over the scene, the air unshaken by the violence down in the street. crumbled bits of rock littered car roofs and bodega doormats.

Jessica was leaning against the seat of her now parked motorcycle, Pav was strutting towards your figure and Miguel was edging down the side of the nearest building.

“i took him down so, technically, i won. you owe me a soda.”

Pavitr’s palm closed over your shoulder, warming the spot under his grip. “woah, woah woah. technically, you wouldn’t have done anything if i hadn’t screamed—“

the end of your sentence dissolved, abandoned. on the inner side of the sidewalk, close against the wall of the shut laundromat: you noticed a tiny black figure against the pure white snow.

“what—Pav look …”

you crunched through the knee high snow towards it, kneeling to scoop up the shivering creature.

two giant yellow eyes blinked down from where you held it up against the dying afternoon light.

“it’s a kitten.” your heart clenched tightly in your chest.

Pavitr reached a hand over, scratching a spot on the creature’s head with a single finger. the cat was barely bigger than a barbie doll. he meowed softly.

you tucked him against your chest, wrapping your arms over his small figure. “are you cold, sweetheart? you wanna come home with us?”

a tiny black tail swished under your arm. Pavitr laughed, “yeah. like Miguel would let that happen.”

you huffed. “that softie? he’s easy to break.”

“let’s get moving. back to HQ.” as if summoned by the mention of his name, Miguel was moving towards the team.

Jessica didn’t need to be asked again and disappeared through a blurry yellow, orange and red portal before Miguel had even fully reached the sidewalk.

the portal floated in place, buzzing and hissing with it’s brightness.

you turned to your boyfriend, black kitten tucked against you. his gaze was focused over his watch, tapping at the little yellow keyboard.

“Miguel.” you whined lowly. his eyes flickered down to you, drifting curiously over to the creature in your arms.

“mhm?” he hummed lowly, cautiously.

“isn’t he cute?” you pressed.

Miguel’s arms fell to his side. his face remained stoney. “yes. very cute.” his words were as interested as his expression. scarcely.

you stepped closer to him, invading his space in a way you knew nobody else ever could. your arms nudged his lower chest.

“he looks kinda like you, baby. all dark hair and big eyes.” as if he knew he was being mentioned, the cat stuck his little head out from the crevice of your arm to look up at the giant looming spider.

“what do you want?” he sighed softly, like he wasn’t absolutely dissolving under your sweet syrupy gaze.

“can’t we take him home?”

“you know we can’t do that.” his hands found his hips.

“he’s cold.” you shuffled forward, pressing up against his figure: jutting out your chin to rest on his warm chest. “he’s shivering, look.”

“that’s too bad for him.”

“are you really so heartless, Miguel?”

Miguel shrugged. lashes fluttering where his eyes were raking up and down your figure.

“yes.” he settled on.

it made you chuckle. your laughter bubbled against his suit, rumbling the kitten in your grasp. “no you’re not. you wouldn’t let me annoy you like this if you were.”

“maybe.” one hand came off his hip, running it’s palm over your sweaty forehead and pushing stray hairs back in place. he leaned down and pressed a warm kiss there. “but that doesn’t mean you’re keeping the cat.”

“aw, you guys are so adorable.” you’d just about forgotten that Pavitr was there. “it’s making me sick.”

Miguel flashed shining white fangs at him, a growl echoing from the depths of his throat.

“yeah, yeah.” Pavitr groaned, sidestepping his boss before disappearing into the portal. “i’ll see you two back at HQ.”

Miguel ushered you away. you set the kitten close to the door of a bakery where warm air was curling out from inside.

he was waiting for you by the portal, hand outstretched.

you took it, bumping into his side with the purest intention of annoying him.

“you gonna get me a cat, Miggy?”

he huffed. “what, so i can fight for your attention in my own apartment? no ways.”

you fell into step beside him through the portal. the headquarters appeared fuzzily into view.

“we’ll see.”

it took less than a week of pestering before Miguel arrived home late after work with a tiny black kitten in a box.

you’d kissed him drunk and promised that he’d forever remain your favourite clawed and fanged creature in the apartment.

he didn’t seem to mind too much after that.

to be fair, his lips were too swollen and your tongue was too far down his throat for him to protest anyways.

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lleoverse · 4 months

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WELL NEEDED BREAK

chat i finally finished this 😞🙏🏽 this was written with a male reader in mind but like, i realized it can read as a gender neutral reader so mb </3 also i hope Kid’s character isn’t too ooc & i hope yall enjoy !! pls lemme know what yall like or want me to write next 🤟🏽

summary You need a break and find Kid already a step ahead of you.

WC 991

The tie around your neck seemed suffocatingly tight.

You were an hour into your shift and the VIPs showed no sign of slowing down. It was the weekend and Kings was the hottest spot for a rich man to get off on women and free drugs. And your job was to serve them and say nothing as you attended to their needs. Though the uncomfortable air was starting to get to you.

Your eyes couldn’t help but stare as you watched men roughly handle the escorts, listened as they obnoxiously laughed and hollered, and the way their brash conversations blended loudly with the blaring music. It was beginning to form a headache behind your eyes as the grip on the tray in your hands tightened.

You needed a break from this overwhelming scene. Fresh air. Water.

Anything would satisfy you as long as you were away from the flashing pink lights that only worsened the pounding in your head. And as if an angel had stepped through the elevator doors, another server had began to walk towards you to take over your shift. Your saving grace if you will.

The moment they reached you, you wasted no time in making your way towards the exit as your hands were already working to loosen the tie around your neck. As you passed down the multiple floors of the hotel you finally reached the bottom. You had to go through the kitchen but you didn’t mind much, it would allow you a chance to see more of your workplace.. and see Kid.

You and Kid had met before he had began working with you at Kings, getting first acquainted at the underground ring he fought in. And Kid had an interest in you first when he had laid his eyes on you in the front row, you followed suit after getting to know him better outside of the ring.

As you walked through the busy kitchen your eyes searched for the familiar tall lean figure. Not finding him anywhere near the cleaning station near the back but assuming he was outside in the alley. With that in mind you made your way out, enjoying the cold air that hit you the moment you opened the backdoors.

As the door behind you closed with a click it seemed to alarm Kid who was crouched down watching as a small dog ate in front of him. His eyes were quick to meet yours but his startled demeanor quickly melted into a more relaxed and calm one, his big eyes softening at the sight of you.

“I was hoping you’d be out here.” You said with tired eyes and a gentle smile on your face.

“And I was hoping you’d come out sooner.” He responded as he stood up and made his way closer to you.

Once he was right in front of you your head landed on his chest with a soft thud as you let out a loud sigh. His hands reaching towards your tie as they played with it, folding the silky fabric around his fingers.

“Guess it was a hard shift tonight, huh?” His eyes focused on the top of your head as he let out a small chuckle.

“God it was the worst. I have a headache just from standing in that room.” You grumbled as your arms wrapped around Kid’s torso.

Kid hummed as his hands moved from your tie to your chin to raise your face up to him. You two stood like that for a while as his hand held your cheek in his scarred palm, his eyes admiring your features and gentle expression. It was moments like these that you cherished whenever the two of you were alone. This peace that sat between you two, something you rarely got to see with Kid considering how stressed he always was. This constant tension in him that was never unceasing, even in these moments it was still present.

“What’s got you so deep in thought?” His question came off as teasing but it was genuine. “You. You’re all I can think about right now.” You truthfully responded as you leaned into his hand.

For a moment you can see him get bashful with the way his eyes looked down at where his hand met your cheek. A small shy smile adorning his face as he shook his head.

“You play too much..” He was still smiling as he looked back to your eyes.

Your hands seemed to pull him closer as they were still wrapped around his body. Leaning up to capture his lips in a small kiss that Kid melted into almost immediately. His hands went from your face to around your shoulders as he ducked his head lower to deepen the kiss, his head tilting ever so slightly. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss though when the feeling of his mustache began tickling your upper lip. Your hands trailed from around his waist to his neck as you slowly pulled away, watching as Kid slowly opened his eyes to see your loving look.

He could never get tired of the way you looked at him. As though he was the moon above, you would stare at him like there was nothing else to stare at. And every time he was met with this stare he swore he would drop everything for you. One word and you would have anything and everything right at your feet.

“You have such pretty eyes you know that, right?” You titled your head as your hands played with the curls at the back of his neck.

“Oh please, you and these compliments. Just be quiet for a little bit, yeah?” He smiled as he shook his head with fake annoyance. His head leaning back down to capture your lips in another kiss. “So demanding -“ and again you were cut off by his lips.

This was definitely a well deserved break.

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bettyfrommars · 4 months

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I came to make a request. Due to recent dream-events happening in my skull cavity.

We dream we're stuck in a post-apocalyptic world, in one of those dreams that seems to go on forever. We're scared and lonely and to deep to wake up soon. Eddie's nightmare sense tingles and he hurries to join us.

This request has been in my asks for monthsss, and I can't believe I never answered it. I think I got too precious about it instead of just writing the damn thing. This is more wasteland than some of the post-apocalyptic worlds we've talked about, but the sentiment is there, and I think of you whenever I write for our nightmare boy. Just a quick lil blurb on this Saturday afternoon.

nightmare!Eddie x afab!Reader

18+ONLY, nightmares, being lost in a strange land, mention of blood, mention of dehydration and deadly tumbleweeds, use of pet names.

wc: 991

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The ground at your feet shifted with every step until you lost balance altogether, stumbling to your knees. The scorched earth was as inhospitable as the hot air that burned in your throat, tongue swollen from dehydration. The only reprieve was the sun disappearing on the horizon, exploding from tangerine to purple, making room for cool moonlight to temper your fevered flesh.

Water, you needed water. Patting around your body, you felt for the canteen you were sure had been full but tilting it back to your chapped lips produced barely a drop. How long had you been walking? It felt like days. You were sure there had been other people with you at some point, but then perhaps you'd always been alone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw it coming your way at full tilt, rolling across the desolate land on a burst of wind that caressed your skin like sandpaper.

A tumbleweed, several of them. They roamed the wasteland in gangs, sensing their way along like jellyfish do in the sea.

A very different breed that the ones from the other world you could scarcely remember, these were as tall as you, a round tangle of dead branches. The thorns that covered it were as thick as your finger, and just as menacing as a thousand rusty nails.

You had to get out of its way before it sliced you bloody.

But then your legs refused to work, and you couldn't move, all you could manage was a whimpering sound at the back of your throat, frozen in place as it barreled down on you.

You closed your eyes for the inevitable assault, but then you were tackled to the ground...

by a person, not a tumbleweed

he rolled his body on top of yours to act as a human shield so that one of the horrid, sharp things would fly over his back instead of touching you.

When the wind settled, he shifted up, bracing himself on an elbow to refrain from crushing you. His dark hair was messy with a touch of static sticking out on one side, and his shirt said something about Hellfire. His chocolate eyes flashed between joy and fear, and then he licked his tongue out to wet his lips and you mirrored the gesture.

"You hurt?" The dead ground felt like uneven pavement as he helped you to sit up, dusting you off with a firm but gentle touch. "That was a close one, shit I almost didn't make it in time. I was on another job but then I felt you were in danger, and I said fuck it, Kevin will have to---" he chuckled, a dimple popping up in his cheek, noting the confused expression on your face.

"How do I know you?" He was so familiar that it warmed your insides, but you'd been alone in that world for so long, it was as if maybe you knew him in another life.

He got to his feet, extending a hand to help you up. "I'm your boyfriend," he said proudly.

"I have a boyfriend?" You strained to find reason in your foggy brain, but maybe this was a symptom of heatstroke.

"That's okay," he sighed, opening the lid on his own canteen. "Sometimes you remember and sometimes you don't, but I'm always yours, regardless. Names Eddie."

You grabbed the metal container eagerly with both hands, like a squirrel with a nut, and began to gulp the velvet liquid. Three, four swallows, but then he stopped you.

"Easy now," Eddie grinned. "You'll wake up if you drink too much."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and gave it back to him, albeit reluctantly.

He stared down that the cap he was screwing back on as he spoke. "Is it alright if I kiss you?"

A wash of memories came back to you with such an impact that it almost knocked you off your feet again. You knew then that you'd kissed him before, many times, and you loved it

You loved him.

"I love you," you said, nodding, and he saw the recognition bloom in your pupils.

"I love it when you remember me," he leaned over to smile against your mouth, holding your head to plant a few soft, lingering kisses.

"You ready to get out of here?" He intertwined his fingers with yours and then started walking, urging you to follow, practically pulling you along.

"Wait, Eddie, where are we going?"

There was nothing around for miles and miles, but for some crumbling, abandoned buildings and stacks of charred rubble from fires.

"I promised I'd take you to the mall," he said over his shoulder, squeezing your hand a few times for reassurance. "There's a movie theater and an arcade and I thought we could, I don't know, just be together."

A few yards later, Eddie came to a halt and seemed to be staring at something you couldn't see in the empty space in front of him.

"Stay behind me, sweetheart," he cautioned just before tapping a button on his wristwatch.

A huge rectangular door appeared, making you jump. It opened up into a compartment with metal handrails and a column of numbers.

"An elevator?" You whispered it more to yourself, but then he stepped inside first to show you that it was safe, keeping a firm grip on your hand.

"I'd rather not take the stairs," he pulled you close with a huff so that the door could slide shut with a ding. "There's like, a billion of them."

Once inside, there was a smooth jazz instrumental playing, but the round numbers on the column were confusing. They were not in order but also, there were half numbers, symbols, various color shapes, and words that seemed to be spelled wrong like "dragun". He pushed one of the numbers, and then was quick to settle back in the corner and put his arm around you, urging you hug him fully and rest your head on him.

He pressed his lips to your forehead as the elevator began to ascend.

"Thank you for coming to save me," your voice was muffled in his t-shirt. "I've been having a lot of really bad nightmares lately."

"I know, sweetheart," he hugged you tighter, speaking softly. "I know."

#the nightmare factory #nightmare!Eddie #Somna my liege 💙

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eternal 07 | what if

genre slice-of-life, angst. warning none. wc 991. playlist ml.

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yunjin laughed from the space on the rug beside you, her hand resting atop your raised arm as she flailed about. you couldn’t help but to join her, eyes beginning to water as you continued to scroll through the photos you had taken together only minutes ago. sakura rolled her eyes, smile on her lips as she placed the tray of snacks down onto your coffee table. you sat up, breathless and mouth feeling extra dry due to your previous state. you jumped up and headed for your glass of water, your eyes scanning over yunjin who was still attempting to compose herself against the rug.

‘y/n, come here!’ kazuha called from your bedroom. you took the glass with you, peeking your head through the doorframe to see what she was up to. ‘i’m gonna paint your nails.’

‘ok,’ you stepped into the room and headed for your bed, where she was sitting. she rifled through the colours in the basket in front of her in search of the shade of red she had just laid her eyes on. ‘there’s snacks in the other room.’

‘later,’ she smiled softly. ‘i wanted to check in on you.’

‘well, i’m doing fine,’ you offered your hand towards her so that she could get to work. ‘and you?’

‘i’m good,’ she cut her response short. ‘and i was talking in terms of him. how are you feeling?’

‘really, zuha?’ you smiled, rolling your eyes satirically. ‘i thought this was supposed to be girls’ night.’

‘it is,’ chaewon added from her spot on your desk chair. ‘what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t give you the space to talk about it?’

‘there’s nothing to talk about,’ you focused in on kazuha dipping the brush back into the bottle of nail polish, feeling yourself tense up. ‘it was just a weird thing that happened to me. a whirlwind romance, quite literally.’

‘you know what i think?’ yunjin stepped into the room, a bag of salted popcorn in her arms. she sat beside you, offering the bag towards you as she looked into your eyes. ‘you need to put yourself out there. your relationship was short lived, it shouldn’t hold you back from moving on.’

‘i don’t think i’m ready to move on,’ you shook your head, reaching towards the bag with your free hand. ‘not yet.’

‘even just a fling,’ sakura agreed, standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. ‘anything to help you move past the awkward post-breakup feelings.’

‘a fling?’ you laughed shortly, almost dropping your handful of popcorn. ‘do i seem like the fling type to you?’

‘yes,’ kazuha smirked. ‘you’re not the girl you used to be.’

‘kazuha is right,’ chaewon nodded, more to herself as she observed her own painted nails. ‘before your friendship with yeonjun, you were just so reserved. now you’re out there at the clubs and parties, and you have the greatest friend group of all time to fall back on if things do go horribly wrong.’

‘i don’t know,’ you tilted your head in thought. ‘maybe… well, if it happens, it happens.’

you felt the guilt hit your stomach like a sharp punch.

there was no real reason to feel guilty. the relationship you’d had with beomgyu was messy and short enough to just toss aside. there was no way you were going to fix it, having left it so long, adding fuel to the fire by trying to prove a point that you were better off without him. but were you?

if not for the distraction of your freshly sprouted friendship with the girls surrounding you, you wouldn’t be doing so well. you would notice that sickly feeling in your stomach whenever you stepped out of your own apartment, being faced with the vacant one in front of you; the flashes of beomgyu’s short greetings and gentle smiles, and everything that had followed. reminders followed you everywhere. in a rose, or a glass of malibu cola. in minimalistic decor and the red solo cups sitting atop a stranger’s kitchen counter.

you wondered if things would have been different if not for the girls. who would have held you back if you’d made a move to contact beomgyu?

within a week of meeting them, you’d created a strong bond with the four girls that had became a part of your daily routine. you hardly had the space to mourn your relationship. no time to listen to the songs you used to listen to with him, no time to stalk him on instagram in fear that maybe he’d already found somebody new. no time to rot in the hoodie of his that you still had in your wardrobe. you only had time for them. for that you were grateful, but a part of you couldn’t move past the ‘what if?’ mindset. what if you were still that reserved homebody that he knew all too well? would you have given him another chance? would he have came back, begging on his knees for you to take him back? you weren’t the girl you used to be. you weren’t the girl he’d fallen for anymore.

‘earth to y/n?’ yunjin nudged your shoulder gently. as you blinked yourself back into awareness, you noticed the four pairs of eyes focused in on you. ‘we’re going to set the living room up for the movies.’

‘yeah, ok,’ you forced a smile onto your face, nodding weakly. ‘are you almost done with my nails?’

‘beauty takes time,’ kazuha joked.

you watched the three other girls leave your bedroom, laughing between themselves over something sakura had said. you loved them, truly. you forced away the ridiculous thoughts of beomgyu, reminding yourself of the way your relationship had ended. of the inability to trust his word, and the insecurity on the side. you smiled up at kazuha, ready to change the subject to something less of a waste.

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Week Two: Masterlist

Week Two is in the books! You all did so great, and I appreciate your participation so much! This week, we covered 7 prompts and there were 62 total entries: 59 Fics Written, 2 Pieces of Art & 1 Other Works submitted.

Don't forget there is also an AO3 Collection if you'd like to use it!

Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

Day Seven: Celebrate Good Times, C'mon

Fic Submissions:

it's a celebration by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 922 | CW: alcohol | Tags: bisexual gareth, friendly teasing, birthday party, famous corroded coffin

JULY 7: celebrate the good times by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 994 | CW: Wayne Munson, Corroded Coffin, Susan Mayfield, Fem!Reader!Mayfield

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 7 - Celebrate Good Times, C'mon by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 930 | Tags: Friendship fluffiness, some angst, hurt/comfort, it’s supposed to be a celebration but I’m a sad little asshole so here we are, FOI References, Ronnie Ecker, I don't know...are they in character? Probably not and I don't care.

Day 7: Celebrate Good Times, C'mon! by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 535 | CW: feeling sick (no vomiting/nausea), drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, album release party

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 379 | CW: None

Day 7: Celebrate the Good Times by @lilmissdoomandgloomfics | Rating: T | WC: 775 | CW: None | Tags: it’s someone’s birthday and the whole crew drops everything to make it special

Day Eight: Band Politics Fic Submissions:

we share that really by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 905 | CW: none | Tags: famous corroded coffin, reunion tour, future fic, steddie dads, everyone has a family and is happy

JULY 8: band politics by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Angst, dishonesty, strong language, allusions to oral sex, Gareth’s big mouth that unintentionally outs Eddie… and Steve | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Steve Harrington, Steddie, ex-flame!fem!Reader, gossip columnist

There Will Be No Tenderness by @rip-quizilla| Rating: T | WC: 985 | Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, backup singer!Reader, female!Reader, enemies to lovers, bratty reader, arguing counts as foreplay, strong language

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 8 - Band Politics by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 991 | Tags: Swearing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Eddie's an asshole but hurt people hurt people so...

Day 8: Band Politics by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 614 | CW: conflict, mild political discourse | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Robin Buckley, angst, arguments

All Riled Up by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 726 | CW: Language | Tags: Tensions arise when one band member wants a specific band as Corroded Coffin’s opening act because of a shallow reason

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 308 | CW: sometime in the 90s, some playful arguing

Day Nine: The Hideout Fic Submissions:

selling at the hideout by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 780 | CW: eddie sells drugs | Tags: corroded coffin friendship

JULY 9: the hideout by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Hearing loss, Gareth Emerson’s lack of boundaries, poorly fitting earplugs | Tags: Steve Harrington, Gareth Emerson, Jeff, The Party

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 9 - The Hideout by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 739 | Tags: Time skip (sometime in the 90s), nostalgia, very little dialogue, the Hideout is a character on its own fight me.

Day 9: The Hideout by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 715 | CW: hurt/some comfort, canon compliant, drinking, grief, mention of Eddie's death | Tags: Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, The Hideout

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 411 | Pairing: None (maybe steddie and ronance crumbs if you really squint)

The Hideout by @pastafairyy | Rating: T | WC: 690 | CW: some curse words in my writing, mentions of underage drinking | Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Day Ten: Pride Fic Submissions:

i'm coming out by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 880 | CW: none | Tags: coming out, bisexual king gareth, side steddie

JULY 10: pride by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 999 | CW: Some self-doubt, maybe, but overall this is pretty fluffy. Teeny bit of angst with a happy ending and a smooch between bros | Tags: Grant, Jeff, Eddie, Gareth

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 10 - Pride by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 898 | Tags: Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie, Asexual!Eddie/Demi!Eddie, Discussion of Sexuality, self-discovery, mention of relationships (Steddie and other), mentions of sex (non-graphic?), it vibes more than describes

Heartbreaker (Eddie Does Drag for Charity) by @rip-quizilla| Rating: T | WC: 994 | Tags: supportive band mates, gay Jeff, drag queen Eddie Munson, brief Rockie reference

Day 10: Pride by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 940 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader | CW: coming out, part of the Trapped Under Ice universe but can stand alone | Tags: Eddie Munson, Reader (Ms. Sweetheart), Harris Munson, Hendrix Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Will Byers, pride parade

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 411 | Pairing: Steddie mention

Art Submissions:

Furry Versions of Stranger Things Characters Go to Pride by @kassifieddocuments2 | furry ST au

Day Eleven: Jeff Fic Submissions:

jeff by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 782 | CW: none | Tags: jeff backstory, friendship

JULY 11: jeff by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 768 | CW: Strong language, high parental expectations | Tags: Jeff, Grant, Corroded Coffin

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 11 - Jeff by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 987 | Tags: Nervous!Jeff, Friendship, Banter

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 370 | Pairing: None

Art Submissions:

Corroded Coffin Fest Day: 11 “Jeff” by @luciferssworld | Since when did Miss Perfect Nancy Wheeler become friends with a band nerd?

Other Submissions:

Jeff McKay: Fluff Alphabet @hawkinsmafia | Other Type: Character Alphabet | Rating: G | CW: None | Pairing: Jeff McKay x Reader (no assumed gender)

Day Twelve: Ow! Fic Submissions:

JULY 12: ow! by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 822 | CW: ER visit, mild depiction of injury, set in early 2000s – Eddie and Jeff are in their late 30s | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Corroded Coffin

Love Me Mercilessly by @rip-quizilla| Rating: E | WC: 1000 | Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, Female!Reader, Backup singer!Reader, fingering, P in V sex, degradation kink, bratty reader, enemies to lovers

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 12 - Ow! by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 987 | Tags: Food, Gareth is a glutton (for punishment), poop talk, vomiting, food poisoning

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 470 | Pairing: Steddie, CW: light mentions of blood

Day Thirteen: Sex, Drugs & Rock n Roll Fic Submissions:

three's not a crowd by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: E | WC: 995 | CW: gareth and eddie fucking steve | Tags: steddie established relationship, dom/sub, dom eddie, sub steve, face fucking, anal sex, off-screen negotiations, mentioned daddy kink

JULY 13: sex, drugs, and rock n' roll by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 994 | CW: prescription drug abuse, technically speaking. what really happens is Eddie Munson is a menace and never backs down from a dare. (but he still takes something he's definitely not supposed to, and has to live with the consequences)

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 13 - Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 991 | Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Pornstar!Reader | Tags: minor discussion of the rockstar/pornstar life (of which I have no experience), mention of smut but nothing graphic, strangers to...somethings, AU within an AU, satire, metafiction, angst, fluff, friendship

You Know, This Used To Be Fun by @dreamwatch | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, mention of rehab, mentioned overdose | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, hurt/no comfort (sorry!), a whistle stop tour of the Sunset Strip through the eyes of someone who has never been there, stream of consciousness, run on sentences, Eddie's head is a whirlwind.

#corrodedcoffinfest #masterlist #mod post #week 2 #days 7 thru 13 #ccf

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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hi moss can we please get a smut continuation of the making out w sage short please :’D

✮ — NOT JUST A FLING ; ling ‘sage’ ying wei

SYNOPSIS . . . continuation of ‘ MAKING OUT WITH SAGE ‘ with the mindset of jett didn’t disturb the reader and sage MINORS DNI . . . afab reader. nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, fingering, soft feelings, service top sage vibes going on, neither sage or the reader is sure what to do, so much feeling, this is really just sage fingering you and you whining

wc ; 991

MOSS' NOTES . . . here you go dear anonie, this isn’t as long as it was supposed to be, but hope you like it anyway :)

"sage…" you breathed, panting lightly. she pulled back a little, brushing her forehead against yours, her breath hitting your lips. you ran your fingers through her hair, tangling your fingers in the long strands as you stared into her eyes.

you saw the desire in hers mirrored in yours as she bit down on her lower lip, a nervous gesture. the heat of the moment was starting to dissipate but you knew that if you pushed this now it wouldn't end well, you weren't ready for this kind of relationship, nor would sage ever be. your mind was muddled with the fantasies of you and her together, in this exact position, wanting to full fill them.

"i don't want us to stop, not yet." sage confessed with an exasperated sigh, her hand slipping out from under your shirt and the tips of her fingers moving under the waistline of your sweatpants. your eyes shoot from hers to her hand, your breathing picking up at what she is suggesting.

it was a wild dream that was coming to life right in front of you, the heat in your chest and between your legs rising as sage’s hand nudged your pants further down under your hips. “i have thought about this more than i am willing to admit…” she confesses, her eyes locked onto yours. her hand slipped under your underwear, and when it made contact with your bare skin it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight through you, making your heart race. sage looked up at you, biting her bottom lip nervously and hiding her face in the crook of your neck.

“i know, i have too…” you say quietly, your hands running through her tangled hair. she was so close, your bodies were pressed together. your stomach felt as tight as a rubber band, every nerve ending screaming at you to just take that leap and let go.

your words gave her enough courage to slowly start rubbing your clothed folds, the friction of her hand barely being enough to settle your hunger. you groaned softly in frustration, your hands reaching out to hold onto her shoulders. “i can't wait anymore, please...” you asked her huskily, her fingers moving at a languid pace that you had never felt before, “please, sage...” you whispered again. she nodded gently, her thumb sliding over your clit, making you whimper and reach to grip the hem of her t-shirt.

sage leaned back slightly to look at you properly, her expression was still shy, still scared. "do you want me to make you come?" she asked, looking away briefly. her voice was soft and you could hear the insecurity behind it. it pained you to see her like this, all unsure and afraid, but the thought of her touching you, making you feel even closer to complete bliss than you'd ever been, was too good to pass up. “yes, please, that's all i want." you whispered, a hopeful smile playing on her pink lips as she listened.

you heard her take a deep breath before the pressure on your core intensified, panties being pulled aside and without wasting any time on any more foreplay a finger slid inside of you. the first touch was light, barely there. then you felt her finger press inside of you, and the pressure increased steadily until you were moaning loudly, your whole body arching off the bed and your hands grabbing at her arm to steady yourself. sage seemed to grow bolder as you moaned louder, your legs tightening around her torso in a silent plea for more. sage took her fingers out of you and started massaging you instead, her fingers working at your clit, which was pulsating wildly.

it was almost enough to send you over the edge but sage didn't seem to notice, too focused on pleasuring you. your arms wrapped tightly around her neck, your nails digging into the soft flesh of her shoulder as you tried to keep up with her gentle ministrations. “sage,” you whimpered, your thighs shaking as she continued to work at you. “sage...” you repeated again, the moan growing in intensity and desperation. you could feel your orgasm building, seconds away, and the pressure on your clit was becoming unbearable.

“sage...oh god, sage...” you whimpered, your fingernails biting into her skin even harder as your whole body shook violently. you screamed out, one hand grasping onto her shoulder and the other dropping to grip at the sheets below your trembling form. you couldn't control yourself, the sensations overtaking you, the need to get everything out flowing like lava, burning away all of your inhibitions. sage kept her rhythm up, pushing her finger deeper inside you until finally when your body exploded, your entire being consumed by white-hot ecstasy.

you stayed like that for a while, your muscles relaxing and your breathing slowing down, and sage was left to caress your sweaty skin with her hand, watching you silently as you recovered from your climax. she smiled at you tenderly, her eyes sparkling in adoration. you blushed and smiled back sheepishly, turning away from her in embarrassment as she pulled out of you.

sage sighed fondly and leaned up to peck you on the cheek. “do you want to shower?” she asked, pulling away from you slightly. you shook your head as she sat up to get off of the bed, grabbing her by the wrist. “no, no i just... can you stay with me?" you asked meekly, "please..." you added quickly, knowing how needy you sounded. sage's lips curled into a tiny, teasing smirk and she nodded, sitting back down beside you and taking your hand in hers.

you cuddled into her side, leaning on her shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut. the feeling of her warm embrace made you feel safe and safe made you feel loved. you wanted to stay like this forever, maybe even after that.

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justnerdy15 · 1 year

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Prompt Writing (Daily snippet 9.6.23)

Prompt posted by @theworldofprompts "Construction worker finds Alien ship on site."

wc: 991

Well damn.

Allan spits at the ground, scuffing his boot against the red clay dirt, and cusses at the sight before him.

Boss man wanted them to start pouring concrete by next Wednesday, having nearly the entire site excavated except for this piece of shit corner that refused to cooperate, and had Allan and his crew come in on overtime to finish it.

That sure as fuck wasn’t happening now.

He doesn’t even know what he’s looking at. Some shimmery, metal. . . thing, dully pulsing where it peeks through Georgia clay.

Allan spits again and reaches up to the walkie-talkie clipped to his shoulder.

“Hey KitKat, need ya over here at the dig,” he says, scratching at his nose.

“On break, Dipshit. Whatcha need?”

He scowls. “You’re always on break. Get your ass over here or you can find another way home.”

Another voice chimes in. “Oof, someone’s in a pissy mood. Don’t worry, KitKat, you can come home with me.”

“Shut up, Nate. No one was talking to you.”

“Both of you shut up,” Allan breaks in, stopping Nate from putting his dumbass foot any further in his mouth, “And come ‘ere. Now.”

He ignores the chatter on the other end and peers back down into the ditch, having half the mind to jump down and check it out.

Fuck that.

He’ll make Nate go.

It takes a few minutes for the others to actually get there, Nate a couple yards behind KitKat, who raises one hand in a brief acknowledgement to Allan.

Allan grunts, barely flicking his fingers in response, and rolls his eyes when the opened hand turns into KitKat flipping him off.

“Took you long enough,” he calls out, crossing his arms, “Afraid you got lost.”

“So what’s wrong, old man?” KitKat replies as she approaches, adjusting the hardhat on her head. “You break something?”

He shakes his head and points over his shoulder. “Take a look.”

“Jesus.”

KitKat strolls past him, knocking her shoulder into his with a grin, and Allan motions to Nate to hurry the hell up.

“What the fuck?” KitKat asks from behind him, incredulous and confused. “What the hell is this?”

Allan grabs Nate by the shoulder and drags him along, ignoring Nate’s curse as he stumbles over his feet, until they’re standing beside KitKat at the hole.

“I know,” he says, letting go of Nate. “No clue.”

Nate pops his gum. “I thought all of this was undeveloped?”

“It is. That’s why we spend the last two months hauling shit out of here.” KitKat steps closer to the edge. “Even if it wasn’t, how would this end up six feet under solid clay?” She looks back at Allan. “How did you find this?”

He tilts his head toward the excavator. “Moving dirt. Went to clear out some more when the bucket scraped and got stuck. Thought it was rock. Clearly, it wasn’t.”

KitKat hums, taking a step back, and looks at Nate. “Well, get down there.”

Nate sputters nearly choking on his gum. “What? I’m not going in there!”

“Yeah, you are,” Allan says, nudging him with his boot. “Consider this your initiation.”

Nate looks back and forth between them, mouth slightly agape, when he huffs. “You both suck. I hate you.”

Allan claps him on the shoulder. “That’s okay.”

“Besides,” KitKat adds, “Think of all the double time we’re about to get.”

Nate makes a face at her, but still walks over to the ditch. “So do I just. . . jump in? That doesn’t seem, uh, OSHA safe.”

“Pussy,” KitKat says, grinning when Nate whips around to glare at her. “I’m playing, Nate. Go get a ladder.”

“Go get a ladder, go into the weird fucking hole, you losers ever do anything?” Nate asks as he walks away.

“I do,” Allan replies. “Not sure about KitKat.”

While they wait for Nate to come back, Allan and KitKat observe the weird metal.

“Maybe it’s Chinese,” Allan says. “Or Russian.”

KitKat slaps him on the back of his head. “You’ve been listening to too much AM radio.”

“Well what do you think?” Allan asks, rubbing the back of his head. Should’ve had his helmet.

“I dunno, maybe Nate will find something down there.” She looks over her shoulder. “And speak of the devil. He got the wrong fucking ladder.”

Allan frowns and turns around. “Oh, well. Better too long than too short.”

“I’m going to start calling him Dipshit instead of you.”

Nate’s huffing as he approaches, ladder banging into his side, and he unceremoniously drops it to the ground.

“Overcompensating much, Nate?” KitKat asks, tapping her foot against the sixteen-foot ladder.

“It’s the shortest one I could find! Fucking Lazlo doesn’t know how to put shit where it needs to be.”

Allan holds his hands out. “It’s fine. Let’s just get a move on.”

They get it set up, making sure the legs are solidly on the ground, before sending Nate down.

When he’s merely a step above the metal, they run into their first issue.

“The fuck?” Nate says, helmet obscuring his face as he looks down.

“What is it?” KitKat asks, holding onto the ladder. “Nate?”

He looks up at them, a frown on his face, and shrugs. “I can’t step down.”

“What do you mean?” Allan looks over the edge to see Nate’s foot dangling off the ladder.

“I mean I can’t step down. It won’t let me. Look.” Nate puts his foot back on the ladder and steps down like he’s trying to get off, but his foot stops about two or three inches above the exposed metal. He strains, a small grunt escaping, but his foot doesn’t lower any further.

“This is weird as shit,” he announces, “I’m coming back up.”

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jiracheer · 2 years

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Hello! First off, thank you so much for reblogging my Isekai'd reader post, I'm glad you liked it! I saw in your carrd that you're open to doing Matchups, so if that's true, I hope it's okay to ask for one for Pokemon Sword and Shield. Here's my info, sorry if there's too much:

I’m 20 years old and Bisexual. I also have Autism, ADHD and some health issues like weak bones and scoliosis. I’d probably prefer to be shipped with either a Gym Leader or Champion from Galar, and definitely someone who’s an adult lol. I’m really short, only 5’ (152 cm) at most, with long, wavy and fluffy brown hair. My two favorite hairstyles to do are either the Legolas-style half-ponytail (I don’t know how to describe it…) or two braids hanging over my shoulders. I either look kinda disheveled or I’m really dressed up, there’s seemingly no in-between. I also wear glasses and am very slender.

I’d probably be really good friends with Allister because I’d definitely be studying Ghost Pokemon, and also I can be very gentle with people. Helping others makes me feel better so I always make a point of being friendly and helpful with everyone I meet. I’d 100% be some kind of researcher in Galar. I'd probably meet them by accompanying Allister to an event with all the other Gym Leaders because he's shy.

I’m actually a pretty fun person with a witty and sometimes dirty sense of humor, though I’m also very sweet and polite. I enjoy drawing and baking, and I will not stop writing for the life of me. I write whenever possible, and I write very fast too. I once finished an entire nonfiction book in a week. I get flustered easily but I don't have a hard time connecting with people, I'm really not afraid to go up and ask for things. Whenever I do get flustered I giggle a lot (I've been told I have a very cute laugh) and tend to cover my face with my hands. I also have a weird habit of calling people endearing names like "honey" and "sweetie" at random. I give really good advice too.

I'm very soft but have been called argumentative before, but I generally give passes easier than some. I HATE making people feel bad. But if you insult someone I care about there is no mercy tbh. So yeah, sweet but fierce when provoked. I'm very protective over my loved ones. I'm always a little overprepared for everything and have a hard time accepting compliments.

Thank you so much!! I hope you have a wonderful week, take care of yourself! Stay hydrated!

authors note ; hi tori!! <3 I literally was pissing my pants at it 😭 it was SOOO FUCKIN FUNNYJSINGH If y'all haven't seen Tori's post, PLEASEEE check it out here! sincerely the funniest thing I've read in a hot second

never worry about it being too much! the amount of info you gave me helped me a lot with writing this for ya!!

tags ; match up / gender-neutral / set during SWSH events / slightly suggestive, but only one part lmao

wc ; 991

I match you with... Kabu!

🔥 I feel like Kabu is really just drawn to you! Not only do you care extremely for the people around you, but you don’t let people walk all over you! It’s something that attracted him to you and made him want to get to know you more.

🔥 But when you two first met, it was at some dinner party celebrating the newest Champion’s rise to the throne. Everyone, and Leon ofc, were there alongside the new Champion. So when he saw you were, he was rather confused as it was an event for them, but then he caught sight of Allister clinging to your leg.

🔥 He honestly thought you were his parent, rather than his emotional support. So he def made a fool of himself when he introduced himself to you and told you that he never thought he’d meet the shy boy's parent.

🔥 You laughed so hard at the poor man, you missed how red his face got and how smoke almost came out of his ears. Allister found the situation just as funny, even if he didn’t express it.

🔥 Allister liked Kabu. He was like an uncle to him, as he was very kind to him and helped him with whatever he needed- even if he was a bit rough around the edges, and bold with his approach when it comes to certain topics.

🔥 So it was really no surprise that the more the two of you saw each other at events, and even outside of these events, the two of you pursued a relationship.

🔥 Kabu was the one who confessed to you. The two of you were walking through Motostoke, making your way to some sushi place the gym leaders recommended to try out before Kabu would face a challenger.

🔥 He randomly stopped you and told you that he liked you, a lot, more than friends should. He would then express that he found you alluring and that you kept him on his toes. He was much older than you, obviously, and his life was becoming dull, but you... You brought such warmth and brightness to his life.

🔥 From your witty jokes to how shy you’d get when he’d tease you back. When he’d try to flirt with you and you’d cover your face with your hands, giggling to express just how happy it made you to hear his kind words- Argh. You have him completely wrapped around your finger.

🔥 You did have your concerns initially when he confessed. You shared with him your health issues, and it was important that he knew these things, even if you did speak of them in the past with him... You wanted him to be aware.

🔥 It’s there that Kabu told you that he loves you entirely for who you are, health issues or not, you are who he wants to be with and he’ll hold your hand through your worst days and through your good ones too.

🔥 So you agree to go out with him, much to his relief.

🔥 Allister is happy to hear about it. Very happy to hear about it. As are the other gym leaders and Nessa has become rather good friends with you, Milo has as well, so they were happy to see their father figure be with you.

🔥 Obviously with both of you having significantly different jobs, he always finds some way to connect with you. You need to borrow one of his Pokemon to figure out a theory? They’re yours for however long you need them. You need someone to go out with you in the Wild Area? What time? He’ll pick you up with breakfast./lunch

🔥 Once you moved in with Kabu when your relationship progressed, his favorite thing to do with you is doing your hair in the morning. He always took note of how you styled it, and one morning he asked to do your hair.

🔥 You agreed, as you wanted to see what he would do, and you were surprised to see he managed to do your usual hairstyles- probably even better than you.

🔥 It warmed your heart to know that he noticed these small details about you. So now every morning before you two go to work, he does your hair for you and kisses the crown of your head before your lips to wish you a good day.

🔥 On your days off, you two often go out to do domestic things like shopping for groceries, doing laundry, and cleaning the house up. Sometimes Allister joins in on your hangouts, and it’s become a thing now.

🔥 In a way, Allister has become your son, and it makes you happy to see Kabu feels the same way.

🔥 Kabu feels like you’d be a good parent. The bag you carry with you always has something he or Allister, even those around you, need. Like band-aids, snacks, tissues, pain medication, etc. Someone could name something and you’d more than likely have it. He likes how prepared you are. It makes him less worried about your well-being when he’s not around, because he knows you can take care of yourself.

🔥 The first time Kabu got a taste of your rage, it was when someone couldn’t understand Allister when he decided to be brave one day and order his own food, but obviously his anxiety got the best of him. The vendor snapped at Allister and you didn’t hesitate to drag the vendor through the dirt, and although you said some unsavory things, Kabu felt himself blush.

🔥 It was just attractive. Very very attractive. He showed you how much he loved that side of you later that evening.

🔥 Overall, Kabu feels like he lucked out with you. You’re the person of his dreams and he can’t wait to see what else the future has in store for you two.

#pokemon x reader #kabu x reader #pokemon kabu x reader #swsh x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #x reader matchup

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gardenergulfie · 2 years

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I posted 51,517 times in 2022

That's 1,670 more posts than 2021!

2,805 posts created (5%)

48,712 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yb-cringe

@theminecraftbee

@tangodyke

@harley-the-pancake

@renchanters

I tagged 7,046 of my posts in 2022

#mcyt - 1,570 posts

#asks - 991 posts

#empires smp - 710 posts

#shubble - 234 posts

#alsmp - 210 posts

#mythicalsausage - 169 posts

#hermitcraft - 160 posts

#katherine elizabeth - 139 posts

#nature wives - 129 posts

#rats smp - 123 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i dont even read wc that much but please please please let there be interclan conflict and a plot against the leaders that would be so cool!

My Top Posts in 2022:

Every time they talk about how the session went i get more and more scarred.

2,036 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

Scott: I have things to do

Tommy, a menace: Like men?

Scott, also a menace: I wish, i wish

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CANONICALLY MUMBO DIDNT EVEN TAKE A VACATION HE WAS JUST PASSED OUT AT HIS SLIME FARM FOR A MONTH. MY DUDE

2,487 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

Yall are sleeping on Ren saying to Pearl "You came here and you caused Death. Whether you tried to or not, there is something wicked within you"

LIKE I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT LINE

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My #1 post of 2022

Posting this with no context

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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leilanihours · 4 months

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LANI'S MASTERLIST ! 🗄️

— a location for all my works

women's college basketball !

# 5 — paige bueckers, the university of connecticut

# TALK THAT TALK TO ME ALL NIGHT (wc: 849)

summary: your first personal encounter with uconn's favorite athlete goes surprisingly smooth

# I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY IF YOU SAY IT WITH YOUR HANDS (wc: 642)

summary: sleepy paige doesn't want you (her favorite pillow) to leave

# IMGONNAGETYOUBACK (wc: 4880)

summary: your "rivalry" with a certain uconn blonde has its speculations, but no one knows what happened behind the scenes

# TO MY BED (wc: 2055) *18+

summary: you can't help yourself when paige is sitting on your couch looking sexy as ever

# I LOVE TO LOVE (wc: n/a, social media)

summary: you and paige find the wnba draft as a perfect opportunity to hard launch your relationship

# LIKE CLOCKWORK (wc: 1532)

summary: in a heated game, your girlfriend doesn't hesitate to step up and defend you

# HAND UNDER MY SWEATSHIRT, BABY, KISS IT BETTER // YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS (wc: 613)

summary: paige takes care of you after you get hurt during practice

# SHE WAS CRYIN' ON MY SHOULDER, ALL I COULD DO WAS HOLD HER (wc: 815)

summary: you and paige both have things you need to get off your chests one year after you break up

# ADORN (wc: 1657)

summary: your relationship with paige gets exposed, but with her still in your arms, is it really the end of the world?

# YOU ARE IN LOVE (wc: 2177)

summary: the picture-perfect story of your love.

# PARDON MY EMOTIONS, I SHOULD PROBABLY KEEP IT ALL TO MYSELF (wc: 354)

summary: your bus buddy wants to be more than buddies.

# 44 — aubrey griffin, the university of connecticut

# SUPERNATURAL (wc: 1322)

summary: you meet some of aubrey's teammates for the first time

# GET YOU (wc: 1808)

summary: even when you get injured in a game against your girlfriend and her team, she ignores all common sense to help you

# 23 — morgan cheli, the university of connecticut

# I KNOW WE'RE HAVING FUN BUT WHAT'S THE RUSH? KISS AND THEN MY CHEEKS ARE SO FLUSHED (wc: 991)

summary: you and your roommate may or may not have developed feelings for each other, displaying your secret crushes through fleeting touches and light affection

# ALL I KNOW SINCE YESTERDAY IS EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED (wc: 966)

summary: morgan gets a little lost at orientation, but luckily has you to help her out

# 35 — azzi fudd, the university of connecticut

coming soon !

women's national basketball association !

# 1 — nika muhl, the seattle storm

# UNTIL I FOUND YOU (wc: 2243)

summary: your perfect girlfriend loves to spoil you with her deep love and meaningful presents, especially on your special day

# STEAL MY GIRL (wc: 1750)

summary: even in a sea of nika's most supportive fans, you always stand out the most

# EVERYTHING (wc: 1215)

summary: the day you and nika become dog moms

# SATIVA (wc: 1382) *18+

summary: after watching nika play your favorite sport at the beach, you had to get a taste of her (maybe a little more than a taste...)

# I JUST WANNA FUCK YOU 'TILL YOU CRY, VINTAGE DIOR (wc: 897) *18+

summary: after a dior photoshoot and a certain blonde getting too close to you, nika needs to show you that she's the only one who deserves touch you

# YOUR LOVE IS A SECRET I'M HOPING, DREAMING, DYING TO KEEP (wc: 896)

summary: apparently azzi and nika are with their..."boyfriends"

# 20 — kate martin, the las vegas aces

# GOLD RUSH (wc: 1780)

summary: kate being the cutest most adoring girlfriend ever while you get ready on live

# YOU KEEP ME OPEN, I'M SO DEVOTED (wc: 710)

summary: you show your love and appreciation for kate after she had a difficult time at practice

# TO THE MOON AND TO SATURN (wc: n/a, social media)

summary: you spend your twenty-fourth birthday with your girlfriend and teammates

# SHOW U OFF (wc: 1185)

summary: you surprise your girlfriend at her home game on her birthday

# WHERE'S THE TROPHY? SHE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME (wc: 914)

summary: kate has her priorities set when her team wins the final four game

# WHILE WE'RE YOUNG (wc: 1084)

summary: you and kate hard launch your relationship to your teams

# SHAMELESS (wc: 1299) *18+

summary: you're tired of pretending you're not attracted to kate and kate is just tired of your attitude

# SUPERPOWERS (wc: 1111)

summary: kate is the only one who knows how to keep you centered when you drift away from your priorities

# 22 — caitlin clark (no longer writing for), the indiana fever

# SO HIGH SCHOOL (wc: 1290)

summary: caitlin’s drunken actions have you feeling like a lovesick teenager

# DRESS (wc: 3790) *18+

summary: after a long day of unbelievable success, you end the night with your girlfriend in the best way possible

# END GAME (wc: 2493)

summary: caitlin acting like an obsessed fangirl when she show up at your concert

# 5 — angel reese, the chicago sky

coming soon !

# 10 — kelsey plum, the las vegas aces

coming soon !

# 22 — a'ja wilson, the las vegas aces

coming soon !

series !

coming soon !

other masterlists !

1k celebration

the people on this list are currently who i have requests/drafts for but feel free to suggest others !

requests are currently open !

please be patient !

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rkkyul · 5 years

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190627 MGA SEASON 5 + EPISODE ONE ⟨ ━━ ❀ ° PART TWO: THE INTERVIEW ⟩

MENTIONED: @rkyq, @rkxminkyung, @rkxbin, @rkyuna, @rkheejin, @rkharuto, @yuzurk, @rkumji, @rkseunghun, @rkyuri, @rkkhg ~ let me know if this is okay or if something needs to be changed !

after everyone had finished their performances, kyulkyung expected to just sit around and wait while the CEOs discussed their fate on the show. much to her surprise, however, it was time for them to do interviews about the day’s events. the woman originally thought she wasn’t too good at interviews, but last week had proven her wrong. she thought she did pretty well, so to say she was excited about this was an understatement.

she was relieved to have someone touch her makeup that had no doubt become overly shiny by now. kyulkyung closed her eyes allowed the makeup artists to do whatever, thanking them afterwards and preparing herself before the camera turned on. “you good?” the woman who kyulkyung assumed would be giving the interview asked, returning her question with a nod and smile before they were beginning.

Q & A SO NOW THAT YOU’RE HERE, IS IT WHAT YOU EXPECTED?

“i have never been on a set like this, so i didn’t really know what to think.” kyulkyung didn’t think it was amazing or lack luster, and honestly didn’t pay too much attention to it. the woman paid more attention to the other contestants and the judges than the setup, in all honesty. “i was just so excited to be able to watch everyone else - i didn’t know if we would get to do that. there were a lot of talented people and then there were... others?” she laughed, waving her hands wildly in front of the camera. “i don’t mean that in a bad way!”

“there were just some people who were really inexperienced, it was just surprising is all!”

Q & A WHAT WAS IT LIKE FINDING OUT YOU GOT A CALLBACK?

“it was a huge relief.” thinking about how anxious she was made her almost nauseous. "waiting is always the worst part of auditions, i couldn’t wait to figure out - good or bad.” the whole week prior to the email, kyulkyung told herself that she had made it, there was no way she hadn’t but in the end, that all meant nothing until she opened that callback email.

Q & A HOW DO YOU THINK TODAY’S PERFORMANCE WENT?

“i did it without shoes!!” she groaned, not even bothering to filter her thoughts. “i don’t now why i did that, i guess i just got caught up. i was just trying to hurry!” the more she thought about it, the more she grew embarrassed about the whole thing. she put her pointe shoes on before going up on stage, and held her introduction up in the process. maybe it’s karma for being slow, but now she’s worried she screwed the whole thing up.

“oh my god, i bet my feet were dirty.” she really just needed to quit thinking about it.

Q & A WERE THERE ANY PERFORMANCES YOU LIKED?

“easy! hmm there were a lot actually. yuqi was not doubt amazing, but i’m a little biased.” it wasn’t hard for her to admit she enjoyed her competition; otherwise, it was boring. “oh there’s heejin and haruto, they were just so cute. i couldn’t imagine doing this at their ages. and yuri, i’m honestly a sucker for musicals.” she paused for a moment, trying to mention all of the ones that really caught her eye. “oh and there was some rapper... changbin i think it was? yea, he was really cool. i don’t know much about rap, but it sounded good! there was also seunghun and hyunggu who were really good. ”

Q & A AND WHO DIDN’T YOU LIKE?

“also pretty easy... um let’s see.” kyulkyung began thinking back, listing all the performance who were just a let down and then the one that were just not good. “that one yuna girl was... not my favorite. baby shark is so... bleh. the song choice just ruined it for me, really.” she was more hesitant with her next words, not really sure how she felt about the next performance she was about to mention. “there was also yena who i thought did pretty well, her charisma was amazing - like a little firecracker. but i’m not sure how i’m feeling about her sound while she was dancing.”

Q & A HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT KIM MINKYUNG’S PERFORMANCE?

“how did i know you were going to ask me that...” minkyung, the pretty girl who was sitting next to her today. the girl who seemed to not mind talking to her throughout the performances and they exchanged a few opinions. “she’s so pretty, but don’t you think she’s a little too cocky? it kinda ruins it for me.” kyulkyung didn’t want to admit that the other intimated her in a way. she had finally found the competition she was looking for, and she was right next to her the whole time.

Q & A DOES SHE THREATEN YOU?

kyulkyung’s cheeks lit up as she wildly shook her head, trying to dismiss the idea that the interviewer had seemed to catch onto. or maybe they were just trying to start some kind of drama, she didn’t know. “no! i mean she was average? i don’t know, don’t you think it’s too early to say?”

the woman pauses and smiles after a moment, teasing the interview. “i’ll let you know if we both pass the next round.”

Q & A AND FINALLY, WHO DO YOU THINK WILL BE ELIMINATED TODAY?

“ah, i don’t feel like i should say this.” she shook her head and laughed, not really wanting to put anyone down. of course she had her opinions, but when elimination came into play it was kind of tough to be honest. the interviewer shook her head and motioned for her to continue despite kyulkyung’s hesitance. “i mean, it’s a competition so someone’s going to go home... i think that umji girl might. she just doesn’t seem experienced and i think this will be really tough on her.”

#rkmga5 #rkmga5callback #❀ ° ～ once upon a time.#rkxbin #rkxminkyung #rkumji #rkyq #rkyuna #rkheejin #rkharuto #yuzurk #she mentioned so many people #asdfghj #also #rkseunghun #rkkhg #rkyuri #wc: 991

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fairybinie · 2 years

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shortcake // k.th

wc: 991 genre: fluff warnings: taehyun calling you short 💔

taglist: @iyeonjuni @soobnny @taeyun @yyx2 @odxrilove @ifwtyun @luvrbin @iuwon @moondust-zia @jakekgs @soobintoyou @ijhyo @cherr-y-eji @peachy-yabbay @ameliesaysshoo @mondayisrain @enhacolor @cherrybeomgyu @wccycc @hyukabean @strawberri-uyu @hyuntaena @feyregels @boba-beom @loverhyunn @ericyjun @hotboyyeonjun @ashxxkook @bibinnieposts

a/n: red tyun on the brain lately 🥴 also happy 500 i love you all <3

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taehyun was usually quite a collected person. he tried to tolerate any plans someone made with him even if it didn’t fit his description of a perfect day.

you wish this was one of those instances.

“i can’t believe you dragged me here just to make a stupid cake,” the walking strawberry mumbled for the nth time tonight. it was almost robotic, like every five minutes he has to find something to complain about.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grab another ingredient to put into the cart. sprinkles, a very essential need.

“it’s not stupid! don’t be grumpy tiny boy,” you remind him, pushing the cart to the next aisle as he followed loosely next to you. though he’d rather do anything else, he does find some amusement seeing you attempt to steer the contraction on wheels that’s practically as big as you.

choosing to ignore the last statement he continues on. “we’re literally in a grocery store y/n,” taehyun points out, not missing the chance to gesture around to the fruits on display. “if you wanted a cake so bad we could just buy one. why go through all this trouble?”

he’s got a point. but it would kill you to admit that he was right yet again. plus, who doesn’t enjoy baking cakes?

you supply a fresh batch of strawberries into the cart, laying a hand on the handle and the other onto your hip.

“and where’s the fun in that, hmm? baking is fun, you had fun with me last time.” you attempt to persuade him, hoping that the recollection could bring him on your good side again. your first time at baking was with cookies, and it was when you were going to meet taehyun’s friends for the first time. he offered to help you, and it’s one of your fondest memories.

“right, it was during the day though,” taehyun side tracks watching you organize everything that was starting to clash to each other in the cart. “we’re well near ten o clock y/n.”

“so? are you saying you’d rather go back to studying for a test you don’t wanna take, or would you rather occupy your night baking a delicious cake.”

you finally got him.

you sneak around the cart so you’re standing face to face with your best friend. “it’s gonna be strawberry, your favorite. it’ll match with your hair too.”

you grab the end of his sweater that was hanging around his hand all paw like and begin to rock both the sweater and his hand back and forth. he’s looking down at you with slight disgust, almost like he’s trying not to give in.

“plus, more memories together,” a sly smile forms as your eyes rest onto his.

taehyun squints his eyes as his mouth hangs half open, questioning your motives. but if he really had to choose between studying and preparing a cake to treat himself to, he’s gonna choose the ladder.

he sighs in defeat as he gestures a hand to continue forward. “fine, what else do we need then.”

you can’t help but let out a squeal in excitement as you begin to cheerily head to the next aisle, taehyun taking over pushing the cart.

“last thing is flour, oh- it’s right there!”

taehyun watches you rush over to the bags of flour stacked onto each shelf, only the ones on the top are left over. he relaxes onto the cart as he’s ready for what’s about to happen. he watches with a smile.

you attempt to look around to see if there’s any other bag on a lower shelf, but no luck. of course the last few batches have to be on the highest shelf. where you have no chance of reaching.

you’re not the smallest of people, you’re just a little below the average height. but next to taehyun, it’s like you’re an ant. which makes no sense to you because even taehyun himself is the shortest within his friend group. he’s still a tall guy, it just baffles your mind sometimes.

how does that work?

you didn’t even realize you were reaching onto the shelf like a toddler trying to grab cookies on a no touch zone. fully on your tippy toes, not missing the chance to jump higher to yank that bag off the shelf.

you defeatedly stop in your place as there’s only one last thing to do, and it’s the one you dreaded the most. ask your snarky best friend to reach it for you.

embarrassing.

heading to look his way, there he is, leaning against the cart with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. he begins to head towards your direction, standing side by side with you. he looks up to the desired object and looks back down at you.

“something you want me to get for you y/n?” you swear you saw a twinkle of revenge in the boy’s eyes and you hated it.

you bite your tongue as you close your eyes and breathe in to contain your annoyance. gotta play nice.

“just grab it.”

and so he does, still letting out a slight chuckle while doing so. although taehyun has to tippy toe a little as well to reach, he’s far more successful than you had been because now the bag of flour is secured. your dignity and pride, however, isn’t.

back at the register you watch your items get scanned by the cashier as you see the price slowly go up with each ingredient.

“we’re not going to talk about that by the way.” you mumble with your arms crossed.

taehyun swipes his card on the machine as he looks at you while putting his card back into his wallet. a small smile on his face, his dimples not going unnoticed. you two begin to grab the bags and head out into the cool brisk of the night.

“whatever you want, shortcake.”

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guys if you think about it taehyun is actually a menace i strongly believe he would do this and it makes me so mad.

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babyzzz · 2 years

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Comfort with Akaza. Fem! Reader whom has issues with her irresponsible father (verbally abusive, if that's okay with you?). She comes to Akaza during the middle of the night, sobbing violently and saying she wants to run away after a bad argument with her father.

n/a: just like you said it could be nsfw, i wrote a smut. Well, I really hope you like it, and I would be very happy if you'd consider reblogging!

when you came to tears looking for refuge in his arms, in the middle of the night, Akaza saw no other way out than to comfort you. he knew about the problems you had with your father, and he knew exactly how to calm you down and make you feel better.

warning: daddy issues, slight dracriphilia, unprotect sex, creampie

wc: 991

that delicious burning sensation that came from the inside out as his cock pounded your pussy roughly, made your lips part to whisper how much you wanted more and needed him to never stop until you felt the luckiest woman ever. you wanted him deeper and deeper in you, you wanted him to fuck you with agony so that all that bad feeling bothering you in your chest would disappear and be replaced by his grunts in your ear along the kind words coming out of his mouth telling you how good you were for him, and that your crying made him feel miserable and weak — even though you knew that your red, puffy and watery eyes, looking for protection in his arms, turned him on.

you were feeling so good. he made you feel good. he fucked you so wonderfully that the careless words you had heard from your father were now nothing more than a vague memory like a bonfire that was slowly extinguishing in the depths of your subconscious until not even a spark remained, because now all that it burned you inside and kept you warm it was his eyes fixed on yours as he took his cock out of your pussy to rub the wet tip on your throbbing clit, making you shudder against his strong chest as you felt that feeling of relief forming in your underbelly, leaving you on edge.

Akaza was like a fortress you could retreat to on difficult days.

you were clinging onto his firm and broad shoulders for dear life when he grabbed your thighs and circled them around his hips to push himself back inside you in one fell swoop move, which became little by little firmer, slower, and deeper in you.

"kiss me, please," broken words left your trembling lips.

he didn’t hesitate to take your lips in a gentle kiss, moving slowly and tangling his tongue in yours, now and then holding it in his lips to suck it and make you moan and move your hips so that your cunt narrowed right around his cock earning from him a moan against your mouth, and his thrusts becoming even more aggressive.

when you were already feeling overstimulated by his cock hitting you hard, you stretched your right foot, still keeping your left leg tight around his hip and moved a little, making you feel him exploring every corner from inside you. his cock was thick, and it filled you so good you just couldn't get enough of it. you both moaned in delight.

you wanted to complain when he suddenly stopped fucking you, lifted his torso and grabbed your outstretched heel, but you soon realized he just wanted to watch you. you lying on your yukata bunched up against your back, with your thigh so beautifully around his waist, your ass over his bent legs, and you both still so – wonderfully well – connected by your intimacies, all this was enough ammo to drive him crazy. your lips so wet from the recent kiss along with your crying expression – of pure pleasure, this time – made his mind go blank. with rough fingers, he slid over your entire torso – collarbone, shoulders and in the valley between your breasts – until he reached under your belly and rubbed his thumbs there, making you throb against his cock, earning from him a dangerous glance. he continued with the teasing until he had his fingers on your pulsing clit, where he massaged until you felt the heat building and spreading and the sounds of pleasure roaring from your lips as you panted and squirmed and grabbed one of your breasts, tighten it.

“fuck me hard, please, I'm cum-,” and you didn't have time to finish speaking when you felt him pound you roughly, as your cunt tightened in agony around his cock, making him moan loudly.

and in a grunt, you came together, him filling you with his seed.

still inside you, he bent over your body again so that his face was pressed to yours. your bright eyes – from the tears and the feeling of euphoria taking over you –, your trembling and parted lips composing an expression of pure accomplishment were the thing he liked most after seeing you cum so good for him; in him.

he kissed all over your face and caressed your cheek with his fingertips and finally withdrew from you, making you feel his warm cum coming out of your pussy.

“perfect,” he said, after getting up holding his cock and slowly jerking it off, looking at the state he had left you in: with your arms thrown by the sides of your head, your expression in delight and your legs slightly apart, from where he saw his release dripping between your thighs.

before you cringed in shame, you asked weakly:

"take me with you."

"what?" he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I don't want to go back there. please take me wherever you go, and if you don’t want to take me with you, I'll run away anyway and you'll never see me again!” you said, feeling your eyes teary and starting to cry again.

he sighed and ran his tongue over his own lip and leaned over your body again, fitting between your legs. but he didn't do anything, he just stood there, holding you and wiping your tears with his thumbs before you started to sob.

“I'll take you with me,” he said. “although I like to see your crying face and I think you’re fucking cute when you’re sobbing, I like even more to see you smiling happily at me.” he kissed your lips and smiled at you before nimbly changing your position, placing you on your stomach, with your back against his chest and your ass in his crotch. with his husky voice, he said in your ear: "but are we done, starlet? it's not the time to threaten me yet."

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bearseulgs · 2 years

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enhypen with a cute barista s/o

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff

wc: 991

warnings: food (duh), sad attempts at flirting, tiny mentions of creeps and rude customers but i don't go into detail !

requested!! tysm

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he always appreciates when you make him caffeinated drinks or small snacks during late night gaming sessions

so when he finds out you're working at the new internet café downtown he was ECSTATIC (if internet cafés don't actually serve food or coffee or whatever i'm sorry i've never been to one 😭)

he never bothers you when you're working, but he'll come in and order a drink

and then once he's seated he just glances at you from time to time, admiring how well you work with the customers <3

bc Lord knows you deserve the appreciation for putting up w working in the food industry

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he loves loves loves it

sometimes he comes in to order a coffee or smth when you're on shift

and he just sits at his table, admiring you in your element 🥰

i feel like he really appreciates candid moments with or of his partner so he loves watching you do your thing

also if your café doesn't have a uniform he lovesss seeing the outfits you pick

bc like obvi you're gonna dress up and get all cute and cozy

otherwise what's the point of working at a café

sometimes you even let him pick out your outfit and mans goes ham

plenty of my moots can testify to this, i think that brown is THE best colour in fashion

and it's the perfect colour for a cute barista like yourself to wear

so i think he'd pick an outfit based on that + cozy vibes, like cottagecore academia??

and he'd probs prepare a matching outfit for himself on these days <3 he's so cringe for it but i love him

anyways Jay when s/o is barista-ing = in love

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he always shows you off

like he and some friends or the members will go to your café to hang out

and if you're working the register or making the brews he points at you and goes "see them?? they're my partner 😌 jealous??"

bc like,,, who wouldn't be jealous of him, he's dating you

cutie -3-

gives you tips every time he comes in

you're always like "whatttt you don't have toooo why would you waste your money like that" but it's in the telling-your-relatives-no-the-first-time-they-offer-then-accepting way of rejecting

false kindness and bashfulness, i like your strategy

he's so proud of you, his cute lil barista

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

will wait in line every time you have a shift just to flirt with you

"i'd like a breakfast sandwich with a side of you to go"

what a dork

he actually bothers you on shift SO MUCH but you don't really mind

or maybe you do idk your life maybe you're trying to make that bank and i respect that

defo comes in EVERY shift you have just to watch you and make sure you're safe bc there are creeps out there :(

as much as he likes to pretend he does it to bother you and make jokes he's really just protective of you and wants to make sure you're okay STOP i'm so in love ✋

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he always asks for randomized latte art bc he likes seeing what you make for him

more often than not it's some cute critter or a lil sun bc he's your sunny boy

he loves coming towards the end of your shifts so that y'all can have a lil date together over some coffee

he even pays <33 but insists that you use your employee discount (if you have one idk how the food industry works)

which you don't mind doing bc like saving money and being responsible with your spending is attractive don't judge me on that

he's so precious, he always encourages you after a day with particularly rude customers

what a sweetheart

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i feel like he doesn't actually come into your work a lot ?

but that's just bc he doesn't wanna bother you

you've told him repeatedly that you don't mind him coming in on shift, esp if it's kinda boring and not super busy

but he doesn't out of respect HE'S SO PERFECT UGH 😩🤍

however he does enjoy dropping you off and picking you up to make sure that you're safe and had a good day (my brother does this with his gf it's so sweet)

sometimes you make him drinks when he pulls all nighters studying and he's so 🥺🥺every time you do

even tho he doesn't see you working very often he still notices the skills work taught you and loves them a lot

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he's only dating you for discounted pastries /J I'M KIDDING he loves u <3

he actually thinks it's so neat that you're a barista bc like . that's his partner 🥺

idk something in him goes 💖💖💖 (like specifically the sparkly hearts) when he sees you working, esp when you're making food

maybe he just likes eating who knows

or maybe you're just extra attractive (if it's possible for you to get more attractive) when baking

i vote the latter

bc you're just so in your element and it's like this candid domestic moment despite it being in the work place

and he admires you so much

a/n: i actually had no idea where i was going with any of this but here we are. also calling k-pop boys dorks is my new default setting. e s p r e s s o that's who i am

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