#wc: 991

[cuteselle]

⊱ 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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[paceprompting]

almost there

written for ‘icy roads’ | wc: 991 # | steddie | rated: t | cw: no warnings apply | tags: established relationship, alpha steve harrington, beta eddie munson, mention of steve's rut

@steddieholidaydrabbles

Holy shit, he was driving the Beemer.

He was driving Steve’s car.

In the dark, in the snow, on a road were he couldn’t tell what was asphalt and what might be black ice. The headlights were better than ones on his van, but he was also half-distracted by Steve in the passenger seat.

Panting, hands dug into the leather of his seat, and sweat lining his hairline. He’d stripped off his jacket before getting inside, but it did little to ease the rut thrumming its way through his veins.

Steve’s body heat warmed up the inside of the car practically by itself. Eddie could feel it radiating on the side of his face—Steve’s need, his want. He’d had to try very hard not to stare at Steve tenting his jeans as they rushed out of the bar to head home. Or as Eddie tried to keep the car in a straight line.

Wayne wasn’t an alpha, most people in his family weren’t, so Eddie hadn’t seen the signs. Steve scenting Eddie, his clothes, at every opportunity and not just when he wanted to be cute. Wearing less layers even in the middle of winter because his body was working overtime to get itself ready.

For four days where Steve would be half out of his normal mind, following instinct, following want. He knew he wasn’t built for it, not for what Steve needed—even if he had managed to take his knot before. When they could go slow, and Eddie wouldn’t drive Steve mad having to wait and prep and take breaks.

Eddie tapped his fingers on the wheel, trying not to let the sounds of Steve’s soft moaning get to him as much as it was. “Steve, are you sure you don’t want someone else. It’s not a big deal, I swear—shit!”

The car swerved a bit on the road, the smallest patch of ice under the tire. Just enough to lose control for a second, Eddie pumping the breaks slow despite how fast his heart was beating.

“No,” Steve gasped, hardly caring about Eddie’s panic. “Just you.”

Steve hadn’t had a rut since they got together. Given a biological break, alphas only had to deal with it twice a year, and almost like a belated six-month anniversary present, Steve was running headlong into his.

But Eddie was…he was a beta.

And it was all fine and dandy the rest of the time. Eddie was usually neutral to the hormonal nonsense. He could smell Steve when he didn’t wear cologne or when he’d been out of the shower for a while—sage and something like fresh woods in rain.

Steve said he smelled mostly like citrus and cinnamon.

They hit the streetlights of the main road through town, but Eddie didn’t feel relieved. Sure, right now, when Steve was just Steve, and Eddie could be everything he needed. Then, they’d be two days into it and Eddie would need a break because he was just a beta, and Steve’s alpha would suffer.

“Eddie,” Steve panted, his hand scrabbling for Eddie’s arm.

He gave Steve his hand, figuring they were close enough to the house to risk driving one-handed. Just a few turns, otherwise a straight line.

“We’re almost there,” he said.

“God, I hope so,” Steve muttered, his other hand rubbing himself through his jeans.

Eddie was glad, in that moment, that he couldn’t smell Steve’s arousal as well as an alpha or an omega. Otherwise, he’d have pulled the car overlong before he slammed the car into park in Steve’s driveway. He would have let them stay in the car when Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and crossed over the center console to press a hard kiss onto Eddie’s mouth.

“Steve, Steve,” Eddie gasped through frantic kisses. “Let’s get inside. Your own bed. Someone’s going to see us out here.”

Steve growled deep in his chest, hands digging into Eddie’s sides. He must have been holding off until they reached the house, nonverbal as he unbuckled Eddie’s seatbelt for him and then opened the driver’s door. He wasn’t yet to the point of climbing out after Eddie, but as soon as the front door closed behind him, Steve pushed Eddie against it.

He stuck his nose into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, inhaling deeply. Eddie shivered, carding his hand into the thickest part of Steve’s hair and let Steve have his fill.

“Want you, Eddie.”

He thought about being selfish and following Steve upstairs to his bedroom. Where they’d make a nest from Steve’s closet, the drawer Eddie kept at the house, and the comforter they shared every night. And it would be nothing but Eddie and Steve until the rut ended.

He deserved better than that.

“Steve, I’m not enough.” Eddie tried to squirm away, his chest aching at the thought of leaving Steve alone to call someone who could help him. Who wouldn’t be worn out halfway through, no matter how much Eddie would want to keep going.

Steve grumbled, dragging his nose up Eddie’s jaw and pressing it against his cheek. In a low voice, he said, “How many times have you told me that all that designation stuff is bullshit?”

To a point, Eddie wanted to say. All the grandstanding alpha or submissive omega roles were bullshit, but it was a hell of a lot easier to help an alpha through a rut as an omega. It just was.

“I don’t need an omega just because.” Steve held Eddie tight, breathing in his scent as Eddie rubbed gently at his scalp. “Please, I want you to be here.”

Eddie closed his eyes, breathing in time with Steve. Steve was pushing it trying to hold off his rut for much longer, and Eddie couldn’t ignore what they both wanted. Steve had never cared that he was a beta.

He only wanted Eddie.

Eddie eased Steve’s head up, pressing their foreheads together, and said, “I’ll stay, Steve. I’ll stay.”

[ksakiswh0re-xo]

✧ 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."

✧taglist: @enchantedforest-network, @darkstarlight82, @chifuyuskoneko, @honeybleed, @ranspuppy, @kokonoiscoconut

[katyawriteswhump]

driving me crazy (day 1 steddie holiday drabbles/whumpcember)

for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 1 prompt 'snowfall' & @whumpcember day 1 prompt 'broken bones'.

WC: 991 Rating: T CW: prescription drug use, and slight accidental abuse of prescription drugs. Tags: No Upside-Down au, idiots to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, snuggles, minor angst, seasonal rather than xmassy. Summary: When Steve breaks his arm, Dustin persuades Eddie to give him rides to work. Eddie does not expect his icy jock-despising heart to be melted.

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Eddie pulled up where Steve waited on the sidewalk, his arm swaddled in a cast and sling. Steve’s face was ashen as the skies, which spewed out the first snowfall of the season.

“Get in,” yelled Eddie, rolling down the van window.

Steve obeyed, bringing with him an icy gust. “Thanks, man. I appreciate—"

Eddie pumped up the stereo to max and accelerated off, wheels skidding in the slush.

He was helping Steve because Dustin had begged. Steve, obviously, couldn’t drive and his work-shifts at the amusement arcade were similar to Eddie’s at a bar farther up the road. Eddie would’ve refused anyhow, till he learned how Steve got hurt—confronting nasty-ass bullies who’d been hassling the out-and-proud ‘freaks’ at the arcade. Son-of-a-bitch was treading on Eddie’s turf!

“He didn’t actually lose the fight,” Dustin said. “He slipped on ice while winding up for the crit-hit.”

“It’s Harrington,” protested Eddie. “Doesn’t he have dickwad friends to drive him?”

Dustin sneered, like this was the dumbest suggestion ever. “None of us are old enough to have a licence.”

Now, Eddie peeped sidelong, wary. Steve boogied along to Aerosmith in an eerie foreshadowing of a ‘dad-dance,’ fingers drumming the dashboard.

“Cool track,” shouted Steve.

Eddie’s teeth grinded. Ugh, Harrington wanted to chat? Eddie turned down the volume eventually, because Steve’s voice was scratchy, and… he wasn’t the worst company. Eddie could genuinely believe this guy—despite his bitchiness about denim vests—might defend geeks from a cohort of a-hole jocks he used to belong to. On the ride home, Eddie found himself glancing in the rearview mirror to watch Steve giggling at his dumbass jokes. In fact, they might’ve crashed into a snowdrift, if Steve hadn’t shouted then one-handedly grabbed the wheel.

They’d been riding together a week, when Dustin called asking Eddie to fetch Steve home early. Eddie now drove Steve regularly, even when their shifts didn’t coincide. Steve tumbled into the van wearing pink earmuffs and cackling his damp-flattened hair off. Apparently, Steve had accidentally taken a double-dose of pain meds, though not enough to be in danger. Eddie didn’t ask where the earmuffs came from, silently conceding they looked cute.

Oh. Fuck.

At Steve’s condo, Eddie helped him up the stairs, studiously avoiding clasping Steve’s butt. Shame he couldn’t ogle that in the rearview mirror. Steve groped Eddie’s ass shamelessly, which was forgiven in the circumstances. He fumbled so long to find his key that Eddie almost jimmied the lock.

“Wanna stay for a beer?” asked Steve, half-tripping through the door.

“I’m driving, dude.” Eddie grabbed and steadied Steve, who slammed him with huge puppy-dog eyes, which Eddie managed to ignore. He was absorbing the mouldy walls, the frost on the fucking inside of Steve’s windows. He’d known Steve had struggled since his parents threw him out. He’d not expected this:

“Jesus, Harrington, no heater?”

“No need. I usually get toasty in my hot-tub.” Steve snorted, rolled his eyes. “It’s broken, mom.”

Eddie almost dragged him home to the trailer. Instead, he failed to fix the heater then figured he’d have that beer. Steve, mega-keen to fetch it, stumbled beside his understocked fridge, then collided face-first into Eddie.

Again.

“Ow!” Steve shifted the pressure off his cast. Eddie grunted at the strain of having dead-weight Steve in his arms. Meanwhile, Steve’s glazed eyes focussed into lasers that seemed to pierce to Eddie’s soul:

“Thanks,” mumbled Steve, as warmth blossomed between their tightly-pressed bodies. “Honestly never thought you’d help after… y’know… High School… stuff. I couldn’t have got by without you and… um… I like you?”

Steve’s teeth pinched his lower lip. Eddie mirrored him, found himself dying to kiss him, while staggering disbelievingly over the words formulating in his head:

Disturbingly, I like you too.

“You feel that?” Steve exploded into fresh giggles, destroying the moment. “Electricity, Munson. Pffffzz!”

Riiiight. He’s high as a Guns ‘n’ Roses gig. 

They collapsed onto the fold-out bed, huddling beneath a blanket and arguing over what movies they’d watch right now, if they could afford VHS players. In the morning, Eddie awoke spooning Steve. The frost inside the window was patterned like snowflakes. He smiled into Steve’s hair, despite the fact his nose and toes were kinda numb.

This time, Steve’s groan shattered the moment. “Uuuuugh, sorry ’bout yesterday. Jesus, hope I’ve still got a job. Only got hired for being the sole applicant.”

“You’ll be fine.” Even Keith admitted Steve endured the kids and noise in the arcade valiantly and was injured in the line of duty—as a kickass babysitter and bouncer. Besides, if Steve was fired, Eddie would make Keith pay.

Eddie borrowed tools from Wayne, and they fixed the heater together. Things remained awkward-ish for a day or so, before normal car-share buddying resumed. They exchanged some loaded glances, but Harrington was still Harrington. If he was into Eddie, he’d make his move, give some kinda sign.

Then Dustin dropped his latest bombshell. “It’s cool you’re still giving Steve a ride. I mean, since he’s had his cast removed.”

Huh?

Next day, Eddie asked, casually, while driving, “You still need that sling, Steve?”

Steve blushed cherry-red and came clean. He’d sold his car last week, because he was behind on rent. He’d pay Eddie for gas and more, if Eddie could keep driving him.

“I guess I lied, sorry, though my arm’s still pretty sore. It’s just… I…” Eddie drew up outside Steve’s. Steve sighed hard, turning away. “I really do like you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” Eddie reached to coax Steve back around, two fingers on Steve’s reddened cheek. Their clouded breaths mingled, and Eddie grinned like an idiot. “When you were high… Yeah, I felt that dumb crackle, too.”

The brush of their lips felt more like lightning. They made out for so long that snow grounded the van, forcing Eddie to stay the night.

And every night, till they moved somewhere better together, with a decent heater and endless shared warmth and snuggles.

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@wheneverfeasible 💚 My ST fic on AO3

[heartthrobin]

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]

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.

[beom1e]

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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[urauntiefaye]

Calling 1-800(CrisisinLove) ••●•• EP.4 Why is he talking to me?

TW: Cussing, Y/n panicking, Isekai jokes, Woonhak being Y/ns main Opp.

Writing portion in the middle WC:991

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Entering the school that morning y/n wore a black hoodie with the hood up hoping no one would see or recognize her. But her attempt fell as she could feel everyone's eyes on her, people even leaning close to one another whispering. She knew she shouldn’t have come to school today, maybe her parents will let her move back in and will be okay with her dropping out?. No, that wouldn’t work. Her parents had a hard time accepting the fact she decided to go to school for Art instead of Medicine or any other ‘real’ degree. What makes her think they’ll be okay with her dropping out?. Holding her head down pulling the strings of her hoodie she sped up trying to get to her first class of the day.

Stopping in her tracks though when she saw a few of the Soliel girls standing in the hall chatting away. ‘Fuck’ she said to herself as her attention landing directly on NingNing. Knowing she will have to walk past NingNing as her class was literally right there. Taking a deep breath she gained whatever confidence she had left in her. Lifting her foot up to take a step forward she instantly turned around and began to walk back to her dorm. There’s no way in hell she can do this, getting ready to leave the art and music building she felt someone interlock their arm with hers. Jumping at the interaction she looked up to see that it was just her friend Natty. “Oh thank fuck it’s just you” she sighed in relief. Natty scanned her and turned her right back around “you’re not skipping” was all she said as she led y/n to her 3D digital design class. Filled with dread and the impulse to isekai herself Y/n let her friend drag her. Walking past the Soliel girls as they felt their eyes; especially NingNings eyes on her. One of the other girls whose name was Karina leaned in to whisper to NingNing to which she only nodded and sent a rather chilling glare towards Y/n.

It was at that moment y/n officially made a mental note to follow through with the isekai later that night hoping a truck would be ready to run her over. “There ya go” Natty said, breaking y/n out of her miserable thoughts. Natty gave Y/n a reassuring smile as she patted her head, “it’ll be okay, with how the people are at this school they’ll forget about this in a week tops”. Knowing Natty was probably right y/n sighed and nodded. Saying their goodbyes as Natty left to go to her own class. Y/n made her way to her usual computer. Pulling out her tablet and getting everything set up for class, praying to whoever was up there to take it easy on her today.

Getting everything set up she saw someone sitting down next to her in her purview vision. Not really minding as she continued her tasks until she felt the person tap on her shoulder “hey, you’re y/n right”. Looking over to place a face to the person she screamed internally. Right beside her was Nicholas, giving her his signature smile that used to make her heart flutter with his black hair falling slightly in his sharp intense eyes. “Uh, um yeah…that’s me” chuckling nervously as she tried to be polite while she screamed inside questioning why he’s talking to her and what the hell he wanted. “I’m Nicholas, but you already know that right?” he teased lightly making Y/n wish she could disappear in her hoodie. “Heh. yeah I know…um don’t you usually sit in the front? Not trying to be rude but”, Nicholas hummed at her words as he nodded, “yeah, but I thought I’d switch things up today”. Nicholas' eyes never left her, his body even facing hers as he leaned in slightly closer to her. “I didn’t know we had this class together actually, what are the odds right?” only nervously chuckling at his statement still weary of him but now also irritated as they’ve been in this class for about five months. “Yup, we’re also in Art History with Professor Kim together” trying to hide the annoyance in her voice, Nicholas now taking the turn to look awkward not realizing he shared two classes with her. Only really knowing about this class because of Taki.

“Ah, sorry about that, I don’t really pay attention to my classmates I guess” Nicholas attempted to apologize. “But you’re paying attention now?” Y/n asked the irritation levels slowly rising in her, taking Nicholas off guard a little but regaining his composure, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I guess I am, can’t believe I missed such a pretty girl in my classes” his effort of flirting only made y/n panic inside. She won’t lie she did enjoy the attention slightly, but something inside her just made her want to throw up. “Oh…thanks” was all she could respond with, awkward silence now taking place as they stared at each other. Nicholas had no idea what he should be doing, she’s not reciprocating to his flirting. “Um, look I know this might be weird since we haven’t really talked before. But would you like to go with me to the party next weekend?” expecting her to agree with his invite to the party.

“No” was not the word he was expecting to hear though, “oh, are you going with your friends then?” Nicholas asked. “No, I'm not going to the party....don't like them”, taking in her response he let out a little oh. He didn’t think it was going to be this difficult to talk to her. Not only is the conversation not going anywhere but he feels so nervous talking to her. He’s never felt this nervous talking to a girl before, so why is he now?

[paceprompting]

by firelight

written for ‘fireplace’ and ‘cabin’ wc: 991 # | steddie | rated: m | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, winter cabin getaway, implied sexual content, soft romance

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“Aren’t these more of a Halloween thing? Or summer camp?” Steve asked, settling down on the rug with a soft grunt.

Eddie, braced on his hands and knees, poked at the logs starting to catch with a fire poker. He only had a vague idea of setting a fire—just enough to know to get a starter log and use crumbled paper to light it with. Or maybe he was about to burn down their rental cabin in a blaze of well-meant idiocy.

He backed off before any of that happened, clapping his hands to get the residual wood grain off his hands.

“Hey, not all of us got to spend two weeks goofing off in the woods, singing kumbaya,” he said, cocking his head in Steve’s direction, curls falling over his shoulder.

Steve raised his brow, leaned back on both hands with his legs outstretched. “The only time I was at camp, I was a lifeguard.”

Eddie hummed, dragging his eyes along Steve’s chest, picturing the familiar sight of Steve’s bare chest—except this time sun-tanned and dripping wet as he climbed out of a lake in tiny red shorts.

“Guess I did miss out,” he said.

Steve smirked, because you could take the jock of the court, but not so much the ego out of the jock. And Eddie did plenty to inflate his…ego.

“Weren’t you in the middle of something that’s probably going to cost us our deposit?”

Oh, how Steve could ruin Eddie’s ill-advised plans. Wasn’t usually with another ill-advised plan, though.

“I suppose you can have dessert first,” Eddie said with a drawn-about sigh.

Neither of them believed him; not with the bright grin on his face on he shifted on his knees and pulled over a tray from the kitchen, loaded with supplies.

Graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows.

Perfect for romance by firelight.

Whatever Eddie had done, the crackling flames had enveloped the logs within the polished dark wood fireplace, emanating warmth and flickering orange light. Eddie glanced at Steve to see it dance across the line of his jaw and reflecting off the soft brown of his eyes. Making them almost hazel.

Steve nabbed a marshmallow as soon as they were in reach, popping it in his mouth and chewing with puffed out cheeks. Eddie faux-scowled, skewering two other marshmallows. Steve winked, and damn it how gone Eddie was for him that he blushed because of it.

He offered one skewer to Steve, who went about pushing it down further while Eddie stuck his right into the fire.

“You do this often?” Steve asked as he shuffled to Eddie’s side and hovered his marshmallow just above the top of the flames.

“Never,” Eddie replied happily, as he brought his marshmallow out of the flames and abruptly blew it out. Charred. Perfect. “Usually do this in the microwave and watch them puff up.”

Steve hummed and leaned into Eddie. They stayed shoulder to shoulder while Eddie prepped his s’more and Steve carefully toasted. Steve finished by the time Eddie took his first bite, stretching out the gooey center as far as it would go.

He gathered the mess on his fingers to get the rest of it into his mouth, ignoring Steve’s chuckle. He did notice, however, that Steve merely ate the second marshmallow straight off the skewer.

“You’re supposed to add the chocolate and graham cracker,” he said, shoving the rest of his own into his mouth.

Steve just stared as Eddie swallowed.

“What?”

Steve waved toward himself. “C’mere.”

“Seriously, what?” Eddie nearly laughed just to ease his thrumming pulse.

Steve smiled and leaned forward on one hand.

“You have chocolate. Right here,” he said and then planted his lips onto Eddie’s.

His mouth was sticky and sweet, and Eddie opened eagerly when Steve swiped his tongue along his bottom lip. He placed both his hands on Steve’s jaw, knowing that he was leaving sticky fingerprints. Wasn’t worse than the hickies and other possessive marks he’d ever left on Steve.

“You do this for everyone?” he asked, mumbled against Steve’s mouth.

Steve hooked his hands underneath Eddie’s thighs and lifted him to straddle his lap. He nipped at Eddie’s bottom lip and rasped, “Save it for special occasions.”

Eddie slid his hand underneath Steve’s sweater, dark blue and handsome, but utterly in his way. He trailed his fingers up and up, dragging through Steve’s chest hair until he captured Eddie’s mouth again and his hand was pushed down between them.

Even better, anyway.

Steve gasped once he realized what Eddie was doing, flicking open the button of his jeans and wrangling the zipper down. It’d seemed like a good idea when he started, but Steve’s damn boxers and his own hips were in the way of what Eddie really wanted.

“You have to work with me here, big boy,” Eddie murmured, and Steve let him push him down onto his back, hair a fucking mess laid out on the rug. He panted while he watched Eddie yank down his clothes until he could slide his hand underneath his pesky layers.

Steve moaned at Eddie’s touch, pushing up with his elbows to drag a hand into Eddie’s curls and urge him into another kiss. They met in the middle, with Eddie half kneeling over him, slowly stroking Steve in time with the rocking of his hips.

“Ed—” Steve tried, but Eddie twisted his wrist and pulled out another gasp instead. He tugged at Eddie’s hair in retaliation. They both moaned at that, and heat not from the fire shot through Eddie’s spine.

“Not fair,” Eddie whined, speeding up his hand.

Steve pressed his face to Eddie’s throat, breath hot and wet on his skin. “Let me cum and I’ll repay you twice over.”

Steve had to be drawing close, to give Eddie that kind of ammunition.

“Only if you say please,” he teased.

Steve tugged hard on his grip in Eddie’s curls and hissed, “Please, Eddie.”

[corrodedcoffinfest]

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.

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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.

Tonight Isn't The Night by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Older Steddie, Man Plans and God Laughs, Grand Romantic Gesture

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

Wedding Blitzed by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 726 | CW: alcohol consumption | Pairing: minor hellcheer | Tags: It's Jeff's wedding and the guys are wasted.

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

Spoilin' for a Fight by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 912 | CW: language, lot's of language! | POV: None | Pairing: None | Tags: Transcript, band fight, arguments, petty bullshit, our babies are divas now!

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

Luck of the Draw by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: Making Decisions, Fussing and Fighting, Like Overgrown Children

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...

Landslide by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Referenced drug and alcohol abuse, chronic pain, language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: Angst, future fic, older Corroded Coffin, fighting, arguments, unreliable narrator

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.

Just Have to Feel It by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: None | Tags: Getting Started, First Gig at The Hideout

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 Sixth Drunk by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 998 | CW: Language, asshole date (not Eddie) | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: One of the five regular drunks brings a date, and Eddie doesn't like how he treats her.

One Day It Will All Fade by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: language | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, the people of Hawkins are mean, Eddie's going through it but Steve's got him, pre-steddie

July 6th: I heard it in a love song by @lilmissdoomandgloomfics | Rating: T | WC: 986 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Reader (no specific gender or description mentioned) | Tags: Theres a dive bar just outside of Hawkins with a ‘Help Wanted’ sign out front

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

Let's Hear it For the Boy by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Famous Older Corroded Coffin, Pride Parade

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

My Daddy-O by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 998 | CW: Language | Pairing: None | Tags: Corroded Coffin plays a gig at a fundraiser in Hawkins and Eddie understands what it's like to really make it.

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

Pretty Goddamn Metal by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Piercings/Needles, Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: Jeff & Goodie: Best Friends, Goodie's At Home Piercing Palace, No, No, No, Yes?, Don't Try This At Home Kids, Eddie Munson is a Bit of Freak, In Case Anyone's Forgotten

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

Day 11: Jeff by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 620 | Pairing: None | CW: older Corroded Coffin, takes place in 2024, all of the guys are idiots | Tags: Jeff, Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, TikTok, modern!Corroded Coffin

Baby Bandmates by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 592 | CW: Language | Pairing: None | Tags: Jeff makes a new friend on the playground

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:

ow by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 926 | CW: injury, hospitals | Pairing: steddie | Tags: established relationship, steddie, famous corroded coffin

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

Zipper by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Aftermath of a Sex Injury | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Minor Steddie | Tags: Gareth's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, And Eddie Tries To Make It Better, While Goodie Tries To Make It Worse

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

There Goes My Hero by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: language, canon typical violence, fat shaming, mention of blood, injuries, mention of past bullying | POV: Matt | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, violence, fighting

Day 12: Ow! by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 620 | Pairing: None | CW: sunburn, the guys are idiots | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, Robin Buckley, California, tour

Hard Head by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: descriptions of sex | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: Eddie explains how he injured his wrist, much to your embarrassment

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

Living the Dream by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Explicit Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Established Long-Term Steddie, Famous Musician Eddie, Regular Guy Steve, Fucking After a Gig, Anal Sex

Day 13: Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll by @munson-blurbs | Rating: M | WC: 677 | Pairing: None | CW:drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, moaning, general debauchery with the guys | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Wayne Munson, competition

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.

Wanna Bet? by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language, talk of sex | Pairing: (All in relationships that are talked about) Eddie x Reader, Jeff x Barb | Tags: The guys make a bet to see who can go the longest without sex

[portraitsofguilt]

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.

TAGLIST . . . @mxyx-rx444 @darlingmisa @eveningdaydreamz @pixiegirlz @wolfheartsstuff @femmelvr

[8-rae-rae-8]

My OCs

[CoD] Wesley Liam Withers - Shadow Company

[CoD] Lukas James Withers - Shadow Company

[CoD] Joseph Antonio Garcia - Los Vaqueros

[CBP77] 'V' (incomplete)

[CharacterHub has more indepth backstories ^]

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2017 - Lukas & Wesley (WC: 991)

In Loving Memory... - Lukas & Wesley (WC: 1.2k)

[justnerdy15]

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.”

[claraxbarton]

Jan 2 accountability:

MTH werewolf is now at 1826 wc

MTH soulmates at 991 wc

Jan 3 goals:

500 words on hrpf things

Bonus:

Words on both gold rush AND playing favorites

Jan 1 accountability:

MTH werewolf Winterhawk: 304 words

Goals for Jan 2:

1k total words on MTH werewolf

500 words on MTH soulmates

Bonus:

500 words hrpf

[rkkyul]

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.”

[fairybinie]

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

…

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.