#jesus that’s a lot of tags holy shit this isn’t even all of the ones that would apply

[transboysokka]

Chris watches Howl’s Moving Castle for the first time

* Another one I’ve heard mentioned a lot and know nothing about

* HOLY SHIT GIANT MOVING CASTLE?? idk what I was expecting

* Oh, so Howl’s a bad guy?? omg is he a werewolf I s2g if he’s a werewolf named howl…

* Claiming Sophie on behalf of the Trans Community

* Oh no is that him why is he dressed like some anime guy, he reminds me of the beast in beauty and the beast after he turns human. Is this a beauty and the beast adaptation??

* Don’t let him seduce u Sophie be strong!!!

* I do love the wild fantasy elements of all of these movies, and this one feels like it’s gonna do some worldbuilding. Into it.

* What is with these movies and creepy old ladies?

* NO THATS SOPHIE WTF

* I do think maybe I have a weird phobia of old people? Wild way to find out

* Jesus Christ I just know that scarecrow is alive

* Oh maybe not

* JESUS

* Aw he’s so sweet

* This studio loves to animate flying things and old ladies. But hey, this is the first one I’ve seen that doesn’t start with someone moving somewhere new, so we’ve got that going for us

* Lmao the scarecrow did bring her a house

* This castle freaks me tf out and I haven’t even seen inside. Real Baba Yaga energy

* Bye Turnip, what a cutie

* Okay so the fire is a cute lil guy

* Magic door? Into it. So where is she really and why is it so Cottagecore

* “Calcifer said I could come in” “I did not!”

* That bacon looks so good and I don’t even eat bacon

* I love the idea of something being built into a spell to keep you from telling anyone about it

* I love calcifer and I love Sophie’s dynamic with him

* Turnip is back, yay!!

* I bet he’s under a curse too

* I wonder if he’s the missing prince!!

* I could probably paint that lake

* DONT LIKE THE WEIRD FLYING HOWL BIRD WTF

* I’m really intrigued by him as a character though

* omg that’s Christian bales voice as howl lmao no wonder these dubs are so uncharacteristically good

* omg I’m looking at the English cast kw this SLAPS

* goddamn am I having gay thoughts about a weird anime guy noooo

* I’m crying why does howl have to be such an ugly dog

* how does the Lauren Bacall witch fit in that little carriage thing if she’s so huge, I swear this is one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in a long timd

* ok but I still don’t really get why Sophie had the spell cast on her in the first place, she wasn’t bothering nobody before

* I’ve gotten some antisemitic vibes from characters in other ghibli movies so far and I’m not a huge fan of the fatphobia with the villain, I just gotta say

* Lmao the dog isn’t even howl?

* wait why tf does the castle have a mouth

* why is the bad witch tagging along dump her ass

* So Sophie is young when she sleeps? I don’t get that

* Ok…. So she’s just…. Young again?

* Creepy?? Toy cave??

* Wtf why are these movies so confusing

* I might be imagining it but Sophie does seem to be gradually getting younger

* I love how gung-ho Howl is about his family and his house. Love that in a man.

* Found family themes just Get Me, u know?

* On one hand I don’t Get What’s Happening with the war, but also… I Get this movie

* Also still don’t get the aging and de-aging and I’m not sure if it’s only supposed to be metaphorical or what

* So… why did he eat her hair??

* I gotta say that I love that the only sound the ugly dog makes is us a dry cough

* Maybe the dog is called heen bc he has chicken feet and heen is like hen

* DONT EAT THAT GLOWING ORB HOWL

* yeah I have no idea what the fuck is going on right now

* Wtf howl is just… right there?

* Why was his heart even gone in the first place? Seems like he had it the whole time anyway. Did he know calcifer had it? Like I really don’t get any of that

* TURNIP IS THE PRINCE I CALLED IT

* Lol why is Sophie his true love

* And now they’re just gonna end the war???

Okay that was definitely more fun than any of the other ones I’ve seen so far. CONFUSING AS FUCK like I don’t get it at all but it was really fun. Really funny, with GREAT characters, and I was loved Billy Crystal Fire Guy, so glad I happened to watch the dub.

Also I can’t explain it, but this one is just For The Gays

I’ll watch Princess Mononoke next

#ghibli

[docholligay]

Ep 4: Misty

Hello! This is about up to Episode 4 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 4 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the fourth episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me.  Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like  “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember  that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you  talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all  I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I  could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please  just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open

I feel like every time I watch this show and specifically every time I watch Misty, all I can say is “Holy shit, oh my god” and though it is not very interesting, it is always right. I laughed ALOUD at the “do people write notes…before they’re murdered, or is that more of a suicide thing?” I have never identified with Misty more even though I would not be surprised if in fact Misty did kill Travis. Why? I mean, at this point I’d be satisfied with “for the same fucking reason she pulled Nat’s starter” to bring her closer

Which is sort of a tangential segue into what I wanted to talk about with Misty and her being a CNA. I am so embarrassed I didn’t see this before, but it’s just a natural outgrowth of her desire for people to NEED her, to be placed in a position where she’s the one who can help. But she couldn’t hack it as a nurse, I guess, or the schooling, so here she is, and it’s not at all what she imagined, it’s bringing jello to old people. 

This is another reason why it wouldn’t surprise me at all if Misty were at the heart of a lot of this. It’s getting the band back together! It’s reconsturcting a part of Misty’s life that, so far, we’re shown is some of the happiest she’s ever been, because she is useful, and in groups like this, she can’t be on the outs. She can be teased, but even when they tease her about wanting to give a sponge bath to Coach Ben, she is more a part of this group than she has been before. She is more a poart of SOMETHING. 

So, even to the extreme negative, I absofuckinglutely think Misty is capable of this shit, and quite willing to engage in it--we see how she has access to people who can hack email, she can track people down, and she knows enough about being caught to know how NOT to be caught. 

So where do we think her obsession with coach Ben is going? I mean, TIMES ARE TOUGH, we’re out here with exactly two guys and a lot of women who so far assume they dig on dudes and also are swelling with hormones. But I think Misty was latched onto him long before we ever boarded that plane. His leg has made him rely on her, and that reliance feels like love to her, I think, even if there is no way in heaven or hell Ben would be interested. 

Fucking tailing Nat after Nat tells her the plans are none of her business, Jesus Christ, Misty, and it’s just another example of how Misty doesn’t understand why no one likes her and why she can’t have friends. Nat is no fucking peach, and I’m the first to say that, but Misty either has no actual idea about appropriate ways to act, or doesn’t care. And really, I think it’s a little of both, i think Misty has somehow talked herself into the idea that she alone, bullied and beleaguered, has the right to act however she wants because she’s HELPING. When she stalks Nat, she sees it as HELPING, she talks herself into the fact that she is looking out for her, she ‘has her back’ this isn’t creepy, it’s helpful. I think to a very large extent, she buys her own bullshit on this. 

It’s pathetic as fuck, but Nat is the closest thing she has to a friend. It’s such a perfect moment when the gal that she takes out as a cover (brilliant, by the way, I laughed. Great touch.) tells her that she reminds her of her granddaughter and “no one really likes her either” 

The show is working with Misty in such a way that it wants to show us how a person can be lonely and unliked and to what extent do we allow ourselves to feel like they have it coming?

#Doc watches Yellowjackets #yellowjackets S1 E4

[hidingoutbackstage]

thank u for hating once more with chris i read it all bc i was desparate but it just like sucked so bad. AND the way leon is written like he’s a child or something is like really fucking weird not to mention how much the writer seems to hate jill for like no reason?

G-d I HATE how the writer writes Jill because it is completely ridiculous and honestly a lot of this transfers over to how the writer writes female characters in general

Jill: Has mega feelings for Chris, who doesn’t return them, and instead of them being adults about it, she’s super sad that he doesn’t return her feelings and never gets over him and he resents her for it

Claire: Encouraging Leon to get dick. She really does not do much as a character despite being the sister of one main character and best friend of the other main character

Sherry: (adult) Also encouraging Leon to get dick

Ada: Abusive evil manipulative bitch and we hate her

Hunnigan: By the time 8 happens the writer makes her the HEAD of the DSO for some reason??? As if she would fucking do that she literally worked against them in 6 to protect Leon and Helena

Ashley: Annoying kid that Leon is forced to rescue and doesn’t really have an investment in her well-being aside from the fact that she’s his mission. ALSO during 8 she’s the fucking President of the United States of American which is so fucking dumb because 1) she’s 37 in 2021 which makes her 36 at the start of her candidacy which makes her the youngest president ever and 2) why the fuck would Ashley care about being president? Also the author makes her marry Mike the helicopter guy. I’m not kidding

Angela: Oh she’s such a nice girl she so sweet and good but…she’s not Chris…who Leon still has an incredibly complicated relationship with when this happens…so…Leon could never be with her…she’s a perfect woman, but she’s not Chris…

Merah: The apple of Piers’ eye but she has to die because that happens in canon (the author will save Piers, and motherfucking Mike the helicopter guy so he can marry Ashley, but won’t save Merah. Sure. Also the Marhawa Desire fic was tagged with chreon first and nivanji second even though chreon never interact in this fic and nivanji frequently do but hey this is the chreon series

Helena: Annoying sidekick who doesn’t really matter during 6 because this is the chreon series

Rebecca: The author has Leon suspect that there’s something going on between Rebecca and Chris for some reason? As fucking if. She’s like Chris’ little sister in canon. Also she’s only here because she was in Vendetta and also to encourage Leon and Chris to get together

Mia: Look I don’t like Mia either she is undeniably a bad person but HOLY SHIT is the author so fucking rude and awful to her like jesus christ

And this isn’t even TOUCHING on the racism the author does, specifically with Piers

#sid answers #anon

[oh-look-another]

hi guys do y’all wanna see my rant to my friend bc she posted smth on her status that talked abt hyperfixations and i couldn’t fight the urge to reply? no? welp too bad

(under the cut bc it’s damn long wish i cld write that much for my monday exam)

like wdym you don’t know that in the very very old myths about sirens they were described as having the lower half of a bird and the wings of said bird and they weren’t even found in water at all they could be found literally anywhere in the world and they sang about your deepest desires not just sex so asexuals (me) wouldn’t be exempted from their seduction but over time they got merged with mermaids and now all the depictions of sirens are just hot girls with tails ad singing about sex like they were seducing sailors do you think anyone who‘s stuck on a boat wouldn’t have sex and gay themselves also the odyssey was where the sirens were first mentioned and ody asked what was left of his crew to tie him up to the mast (also the reason one of the artists who draw ody/jesus (this isn’t a ship okay it’s just that wolfy draws them like not together separately of course) didn’t want to draw that one specific part in the odyssey was because we would ‘get horny in the tags’ so yeah) and the rest of the crew has earplugs in and ody wanted to know what the sirens were saying (if you think this is the plot of som it is bc each of the books in the pjo is based on a greek myth which is so cool but i kinda wish that there could be like a pjo x orpheus and eurydice book like the plot of the book based on that myth bc it’s so tragic he looked back too early he missed her she’s a hungry young girl no stranger to the world and he’s working on a song and when it’s done spring will come again) so that’s the reason of that and the sirens were actually singing about him reuniting with his wife and son back in ithica and the only reason why ody was in this mess in the first place was because he fucking revealed his name to polyphemus like buddy you had a good cover i get polites died i get that you’re grieving but this is no time to anger the cyclops reminder that it wouldn’t have happened if you just killed him like athena said so poseidon wouldn’t have left you with forty-six men from your six hundred men not including the twelve that the cyclops killed and i would say that ody deserves it but the butterfly effect is getting a little too big don’t you think like at least epic!ody doesn’t get seduced by circe but calypso is still there at least he tries to be loyal and you know when ody was killing the suitors it’s very dramatic but also he’s naked which is kinda weird like are you trying to turn the suitors gay before you kill them but okay and also circe i love her so much yes she’s done a lot of wrong things but she’s so hot like epic!circe’s voice is so good also hermes is amazing his voice is so good and all the ruthlessness animatics right yeah all of them show poseidon bullying ody which is sad but like that isn’t even the half of it ody i’m sorry also they named the moon rover yk after ody like why are y’all condemning the man to even more places that is very clearly not ithica like come on it’s been more than centuries let the poor man rest with his wife and son in peace also if you edit like i know you don’t but [name redacted for privacy] does i’ll recommend this to her later maybe but i know she was complaining about tiktok audios getting muted but maybe uh try scrounging in the depth of musicals because so many of them have so much potential to be edit audios like i know one from heathers which isn’t really an edit audio or anything but it’s just a bunch of teenagers going ‘holy shit’ like twenty times in the background you should check it out

hey guys look it starts with sirens and ends with heathers the musical!! they’re kinda similar tho bc both have themes of murder

#rants #not gonna tag anything else #bc most fandoms only show up for a fleeting moment

[foli-vora]

stay with me

A/N: LMAO where did this even come from? No idea. Dave decided to back the fuck up for a small while and let me finish a Whiskey WIP. I’m still new with the whole smut thing so please forgive me if it’s not decent! Let me know what you think! ☺️❤️

❗️It’s been bought to my attention that the creator of the GIF I’ve used isn’t correct—it was made by, and all credit goes to, @interstellarflare! Thank you for the heads up @rebelforthebadtimes ❗️

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x f!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+, minors please exit the vehicle! Swearing, mentions/descriptions of oral sex and p in v sex, hand job, cum eating (if there’s anything else, please let me know!)

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The hammock sways softly in the cool spring breeze, the sun shining through the canopy of apple trees towering above you, holding you steadily suspended from the ground. The clucks of distant hens echo in your ears, tangling with the occasional buzz of an insect flying past, but all overwhelmed by the steady thump of a strong heartbeat in your ear as your head rests on a sturdy chest.

“You awake, darlin’?” The husky baritone vibrates beneath your cheek, your heart fluttering as it melts into your ear.

You hum lowly, tiredly. “Barely.”

“I really need to get goin’ now.”

“Five more minutes.”

Jack chuckles deep in his chest, your head jolting slightly as he does so. His hand is warm, fingertips calloused, as he rubs along your brow bone with a gentle rhythm, almost lulling your body to sleep. You make no effort to move from your position half on top of him, keeping your leg hitched comfortably around his thighs.

“Now sugar, you said five more minutes a good twenty minutes ago.” He tries to sound stern, like you’re causing him a great inconvenience, but he doesn’t move; doesn’t pat your leg as a sign to let him up. He stays perfectly comfortable, enjoying the sunshine and warmth of your body pressing into him.

“Mmm,” you nuzzle into his chest, fingers drawing random patterns into the soft fabric covering it. “Don’t go.”

He groans softly, arm briefly tightening around your body. “Darlin’, don’t do this to me.”

“Stay with me,” you purr quietly. He watches through fond eyes as your own flutter open and gaze up at him, his heart skipping a few beats as the rays of spring sun paint your skin. “Please?”

You watch the struggle play across his face, knowing he would love nothing more than to stay here at home with you rather than go on this mission. You knew it was wrong to feel like this—he had told you about his job early in the relationship and how he’d be away a lot... it was fine and you supported him, but today you were just feeling needy. He eventually shakes his head with a tired sigh.

“You know I can’t.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Not even if I... I don’t know... gave you an incentive to stay?”

“Darlin—”

His breath hitches as your finger traces lower, weaving between the buttons of his shirt before dancing along the waistband of his pants. You loved him in his work suits, all clean and fancy. Usually he would change and leave, but this particular day he let you lure him into your embrace, grumbling about creases but still climbing into the hammock nonetheless.

“We could move to the bedroom—you could spread me out on the bed... or bend me over in front of the mirror like the other day... you liked that, didn’t you Jack? You liked making me watch myself while you fucked me.”

His frame, previously relaxed, is rigid beneath you, muscles coiled and winding tighter with each word you breathe so prettily into his ear. He remembered... your eyes locked onto your face, a beautiful mess of tears and sweat, mouth open and singing his praises as he drilled into you from behind, a firm hand weaving into your hair to keep your head up when it started dropping.

“Or do you want your cock in my mouth? You know how much I love it, Jack. You’re so big, baby. I always make such a mess...”

He sees you on your knees, pretty eyes blinking up at him while you gag around his length, saliva smearing along your cheek when he pulls back and smooths his swollen tip along your jaw. He watches you watch him, wide watery eyes locked onto his hand jerking his cock in open admiration. You hear the catch in his breath, the tell tale sign of his impending release, and open your mouth, watching his face crumble in ecstasy as thick ropes of cum paint your tongue and cheek.

“Prettiest fuckin’ thing I ever seen.”

“Yeah? You like it when I’m messy? Like it when you cum all over my face?”

Shit. He was throbbing and you hadn’t even touched him yet. His hips twitch, the movement causing his pants to rub along his cock and he fights to keep his resolve. What was he meant to be doing again? Right, leaving...

“Fuck sweetheart, I really have to go—”

He doesn’t look at his watch. He doesn’t need to. He knows he’s already a good hour late. Champ is going to string him up alive—

His nostrils flare as your fingers move to his belt, releasing the clasp and unzipping his fly slowly. Your lashes flutter as you blink innocently up at him, tongue momentarily peaking from between your lips to moisten them. He watches the movement hungrily, eyes darkening as your teeth bite down onto your bottom one.

“Or we could stay right here. We’re so comfortable, after all.” You breathe, fingers lightly running the velvety skin you could feel between the open zipper. “You love my hand, don’t you, Jack?”

His teeth mash together as you delicately free him for the confines of his pants, fingers wrapping around him and giving an experimental jerk. He curses quietly, eyes squeezing shut as your thumb rubs at the drops of precum gathered on the swollen head and you watch it smear, glistening in the rays of soft sunlight. Jack’s incoherently mumbling as your hand starts to pump slowly, and it brings a small smile to your face.

“If you want me to stop, just say so and I will.”

His head is violently shaking from side to side before he can even think it through. He needs to leave—this is his job, people are depending on him but oh... oh fuck... how could he go anywhere with your hand doing that? Just five more minutes... five more... Christ—

“Don’t you love me, Jack?”

His brows pinch together, hips bucking into your hand as you move too slow for his liking. “Of—fuck—o-of course I do, baby—”

“But you’re leaving me...” Your grip tightens and his mouth pops open.

“Sweet Jesus—I’ll never... fuck baby—I’ll never leave you.”

Your thumb rubs over the tip again and he jolts, the hammock swinging under the sudden action. “No?”

“N-never—I wan’... I wanna give you e-everything.”

“Everything?”

He nods, groaning when you finally speed up. You reach up to kiss along his throat, nipping sharply at the skin before soothing it with a hot swipe of your tongue. He curses again, head turning and seeking your lips out. You indulge him, mouth opening when his tongue hungrily swipes along your lip and then he’s in your mouth, tongue raking along your teeth and then sliding passionately along yours.

You speak against his lips, “You gonna stay with me, Jack? Or should I stop? You’re so late, I should just let you go—” You halt your movements and pull away.

Lightning fast, his hand is covering yours and wrapping it back around his cock, leading your pumps as he growls lowly, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare—”

“You staying with me?”

He nods, face slack and mouth hanging open as you work him closer and closer to the edge, stomach tightening.

“Promise?”

“Holy sh—I—fuck—I promise, sugar—”

“Good.”

And then he’s cumming, groaning loudly into your hair, hips spasming wildly as he spills hotly over your hand and onto his pants. He sucks in a breath, twitching in your grip as you slow your movements and milk him for everything he has. He feels you shift and peaks an eye open to watch you bring your hand to your mouth, groaning deeply when your tongue peaks out and collects the cum from your skin.

“You’re gonna be the god damn end of me, woman.”

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“I really appreciate you helpin’ me out.”

He shoots you a half hearted glare from where he stands in the corner of the room, phone to ear, and you laugh quietly, legs kicking in the air as they dangle off the bed. Your eyes rake over his frame, taking in his creased shirt and cum stained pants, still undone and giving you a little peak of the neat patch of curls.

Tequila hums down the line, voice deep with mirth, “That little lady sure has got your head in a spin.”

“What are you talkin’ about, kid? I got a migraine.”

Tequila chuckles, “Yeah, okay. Have fun, gramps.”

Jack finishes the call and throws his phone onto the dresser before striding to the edge of the bed. He frowns down at you, but it does nothing to stop the heat curdling deliciously in your belly, the slick between your legs growing under his intense gaze. You bite your lip, grinning up at him innocently.

“You’ve gotten what you wanted, pretty girl, now it’s my turn. Spread those legs—show me that pretty little pussy that’s keepin’ me from earnin’ an honest livin’.”

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Tags: @anu-simps @seasonschange-butpeopledont @withasideofmeg @you-got-me-starry-eyed

#agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #Jack Daniels x reader #Jack Daniels x you #kingsman: tgc #kingsman fic #Pedro pascal #Pedro pascal x reader

[harrygroves]

part four

part three

of course i did a part four of the willing victim Steve/ lifeguard Billy fic.

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Max is getting ice cream with Lucas the next time she runs into Steve. They get to the front of the line, order, and Steve hands their respective cones to them with a smile.

“Oh, you got your name tag back.” She mentions casually, licking at her strawberry ice cream.

Steve looks down at his chest, like he’s confirming it’s there. “What?” He asks when he looks back at her.

“Your name tag.” She repeats, louder and more aggressive like she’s annoyed.

“I got it...back?” He prompts with a small shake of his head. Steve didn’t say anything to any of the kids, and Billy didn’t really seem like the type of brother to bond over a tub of ice cream and hair rollers while talking about all the mean shit he did that particular day.

“Yeah, it was in a box under Billy’s bed.” She says with a small shrug, like it’s no big deal.

Says it so calm and flippant that Steve doesn’t really understand at first.

Then he processes what she said.

It was in a box.

That’s weird.

Steve is caught up in his thoughts, heart deciding on it’s own to double in speed at this little revelation because it feels innately personal. Max and Lucas have the audacity to turn away and leave.

“Robin! Take the register!” Steve yells as they move through the crowd.

“Jesus, Steve, I’m right here!” Robin snaps back at him, no more than two feet away. She doesn’t ask where he’s going, just slides over to the register before realizing he’s not replacing her at the ice cream stand, then shouts after him to get your ass back here!

He ignores her and springs around the corner of the counter, chasing Max and Lucas who’re already heading out the door.

“Hey!” He yells after them.

He yells again when he exits the shop. They glance back and stop in their tracks, but they both appear confused and slightly concerned.

“Max!” He shouts, stopping in front of her. “Wait, explain.”

“Ex...plain?” She says.

Steve’s breathing is haggard, but it’s not the short jog, it’s this feeling that’s shooting through his body, a lightbulb goes off in his head that this is important. “Yeah, you said it was in a box under Billy’s bed?”

“Yeah, with like, a bunch of other weird shit. He never cleans his room.” She says with a disgusted face, a roll of her eyes.

“What else was in the box?” He asks.

“Uh…” She trails off, eyes defocusing like she’s trying to remember.

“What else?!” He yells at her. He doesn’t mean to do it, it just happens because of the roaring in his ears and the heat on his face. Whatwhatwhat???

“Okay! Okay!” She yells back, eyebrows drawing together, but she’s not mad, it’s more like wide-eyed concern. “Uh...there was like, I don't know, random shit. A party invite -- ”

“What did it say?” He interrupted.

“God, I don't remember, but I think it was, like...a Halloween party? And...um, there was one of those drawings from Will’s house, your name tag...a sock…”

“What?” Steve blurts out incredulously.

“Yeah, it was like a gold and green sock.” She tells him.

It’s his sock. It has to be. It went missing from his gym locker -- he kept thinking it had fallen out and the janitor had thrown it away. As for the other stuff...it sounds like a curated collection of items to remind Billy of...

“Oh!” She says, startling him out of his thoughts. “And your yearbook picture!” She says with a snap of her fingers.

“What?” Steve asks hollowly, but he’s no longer fired up. No. Now, it’s a molten heat pooling in his cheeks, tugging in his stomach, making the back of his knees quiver.

Oh.

Oh.

Max starts babbling while Steve is having his mini panic attack. “Yeah, like, I really don't know what his problem is. I don't keep shit that reminds me of people I ha--”

She stops, mid-word and her eyes suddenly get really wide, mouth hanging open. Lucas’ mouth falls open in perfect mimicry.

“Holy shit.” She says. The ice cream is trailing down her hand. She doesn’t appear to notice.

“Max.” Steve starts.

“Oh my god.” She says thickly, a little aghast, volume rising. The ice cream is now dripping onto the floor.

“Max, look.” He tries again.

“I...Steve. I think--”

“Stop!” He puts both his hands up and she stops talking. “I know, I get it, okay? Look, I need you two to...keep this quiet, okay? Seriously, no telling the others. Just leave it alone, alright? I’ll give you free ice cream for the rest of the summer.”

They look at each other. Lucas tilts his head at her, she nods shortly in return and looks back to Steve after their silent discussion.

“A year.” Max negotiates.

Steve scoffs. “God, okay, a year. Just keep it zipped. Promise?”

They both nod and walk off, moving close together, heads bowed in deep conversation.

Holy fucking shit.

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On Steve’s next day off, he goes to the pool. It’s blistering hot and the humidity hangs around through the afternoon, into the evening. The sky darkens a bit too quickly for this time of the year, thick gray clouds rolling in, the promise of a summer storm approaching.

He waits until the pool closes.

Pulls into the parking lot close to the end of the day, parks next to the Camaro and waits. Sweat drips slow down his back, gathers at his hairline. He’s in khaki shorts and a thin, white shirt but his body can’t keep cool.

He slides out of his car when the last round of children and teens trail out and he waits, barely breathing, ears perked, jaw tense as he listens to the shuffle of Billy moving chairs back in place, the plastic sounds of gathering up floating devices and shoving them into the shed.

He watches the tall lights around the perimeter of the pool turn off.

That’s when he makes his move.

Steve, limbs feeling sluggish and numb but his mind in overdrive, heart in his throat, pushes open the pool gate.

“We’re closed.” He hears Billy grumble before he sees him. He’s over by the employee entrance, facing away from Steve but he turns his body halfway, glancing over his shoulder to see who has interrupted his shutdown routine.

Steve freezes, unsure. Confused. Billy’s eyes lock him in place, and he can’t move. Steve feels like an animal suddenly caught in a trap, like one of those metal rabbit cages, the gate to the pool slamming shut behind him only amplifying the tension. A sound threatens to spill out of him, but it dies in his throat. The heat in the air has seeped into his lungs, filling them to burst.

“Harrington?” Billy chokes out with a lilt in his voice, one of surprise and anger at the same time. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

That seems to be Billy’s whole deal. He’s as equally happy as he is annoyed when Steve is around, and Steve’s been thinking about all those moments -- ones filled with jabs and shoves but also with glints of light in his eyes and suggestive tongue wagging; he leans in, takes up space, like he’s trying to make sure he’s the only thing Steve’s focused on.

And, well. Steve’s finally paying attention.

“Drowning.”

He’s positive that he said it aloud, but the thunder in his chest, the electric fizzle crackling in the air making the tips of his fingers feel fuzzy; it’s overstimulation, and he can’t be sure that he said it, only that he hears it come out of his mouth somewhere very far away.

Steve can’t even be sure if Billy heard him.

He walks forward and pitches himself into the deep end of the pool.

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Steve hadn’t actually remembered to take a deep breath before doing this. He’d been too preoccupied with the way Billy was looking at him. Every thought in his head was solely focused on the curve of Billy’s back, the bulge of his calves, the angle of his long neck and the bob of his adam’s apple, the way his eyes bored into Steve when he realized who it was.

So now his dumbass is underwater and he doesn’t have any intention of coming up and it’s for two reasons: one, he wants Billy to jump in after him and two, he feels like an absolute moron for doing this and if he dies it’ll be a blessing. It’s a win-win.

He’s underwater for maybe a full fifteen seconds before getting a little worried that Billy isn’t coming to save him but then the water breaks next to him as Billy jumps in.

Steve watches as Billy swims down to him, staring at him through the water with a strange mix of bafflement and rage. Steve stares back, eyes stinging, letting bubbles of air fall out of his mouth and float between them. Billy grabs his arm roughly. The water is cold but the place where Billy holds him is warm, and he’s pulling Steve up to the surface.

They explode out of the water, Billy keeping his death grip on Steve’s arm.

“What the hell is your problem, Harrington?” He yells instantly, water splashing around them, rolling down his face.

Billy’s holding him close, their legs brush in the water below. Steve stares into his eyes, watches Billy’s face change between curious and irate, pensive and scared.

He hasn’t said anything -- he realizes this, and they both tread water while the low rumble of thunder builds around them.

Billy opens his mouth and starts to say Steve’s last name again but Steve pushes himself closer and slots his lips over Billy’s.

It’s unhinging.

They both taste of chlorine, Steve craning forward, the determined, wet weight of his mouth keeping him afloat as Billy’s hand relinquishes Steve’s arm. Steve doesn’t care though, solely preoccupied with the heated, damp feeling of Billy’s mouth balanced against his perfectly. Steve lets out a long, deep groan, the sound of it coming up from his chest, rumbling through him in a hum against Billy’s mouth.

Billy jerks his head back all of the sudden. Steve’s eyes slowly flick open, but Billy doesn’t explode the way Steve expects. He stares at Steve’s mouth, eyes heavy and lidded, mouth open. They continue to keep themselves afloat, bodies cutting through the water as they bob up and down.

The thunder grows louder.

Steve takes a deep breath and plunges himself below the water’s surface.

He stares at Billy’s torso, the swayed movement of his swim trunks for a moment before Billy lowers himself to match Steve head-on. For the first time ever, Billy doesn’t look angry, doesn’t look like he’s playing a game where only he knows the rules and the outcome. He looks...soft. His features aren’t tense, no pent-up emotion boxing his shoulders.

In this hastily-created private world they look at one another without apprehension for perhaps the first time in either of their lives. A crack of muddled lighting flashes above them, barely registering through the clouds and the water.

Billy swims forward and pushes his mouth against Steve’s.

It’s hard to properly kiss underwater. The space between them diminishes quickly. They don't grapple for one another, both too nervous but there’s hesitant slide of hands over bare planes of skin, the timid tangle of legs, eyes pinched shut.

They pull back at the same time and swim upwards, gasp in lungfuls of air simultaneously.

Steve doesn’t -- he can’t let Billy get away for too long, knows the moment will be broken so he moves back in, crowds close and kisses him, hands coming up to touch Billy’s shoulders. The soft pads of his fingers sink into his flesh, skid over the edge of his collarbone. Steve feels the tentative press of Billy’s fingers along his sides where his shirt has floated up. He opens his mouth, lets his tongue flash out and run against Billy’s bottom lip. Billy actually opens his mouth, let’s Steve teasingly dip his tongue in for the briefest moment and Billy makes this soft, strained noise against Steve’s mouth before jerking back again.

Apprehensive eye contact is exchanged before Billy starts swimming towards the edge of the pool, moving in skilled, even strokes.

Steve scrambles after him and hoists himself up onto the cement, and they both lay back against the warmed cement, staring at the sky. Steve lets his feet stay submerged in the water.

Time passes as the clouds roll and tumble past them, indistinguishable shape-shifting with sudden bursts of white lightning. Steve keeps trying to think of something to say but he’s coming up blank.

What the fuck is he doing?

Billy finally breaks the silence. “Like I said. The pool’s closed.” He says, sitting up. His face is angled away from Steve.

Steve sits up too, retracting his feet from the water, moving to stand in tandem with Billy, trying to decipher his tone, his body language, but he’s getting nothing. Billy is stoic, each movement purposeful as he starts walking away from Steve towards the employee building. Steve feels the moment pass, and finally -- the sky breaks. Soft rain starts coming down around them, dripping into the pool, cement exploding in dark circles.

Say something, Steve thinks angrily.

Billy stops walking, but he doesn’t look back. “Go home, Steve.” He says firmly before he starts walking again. A thread of lightning flashes, turning everything white and blue.

Say something! Steve’s mind screams.

Steve opens his mouth, but a loud crack of thunder steals his voice.

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[hotdamnhunnam]

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Doctor Who(re)

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, Charlie being ridiculously awk, hospital parking lot fuck Word Count: ~900 Emoji Prompt: 🧠🫀👩‍⚕️ (key words are in bold)

On this fine morning for a perfectly routine appointment Charlie Hunnam struts his cocky little (not so little) ass into his local hospital… only to catch a glimpse of something—someone stunning—in a white coat down the hall.

Practically bumps into the nearest wall and suddenly he doesn’t feel so damn cocky at all.

The poor boy literally has to psych himself up like a kid who sees the schoolgirl of his dreams across the playground. You’re the prettiest damn thing around. C’mon, don’t be a pussy motherfucker. Just go talk to her…

And so he does, as bashful and as bumbling as he ever was. “H-hi, I’m looking for—uh, Dr. …”

You turn to look into the most brilliant eyes of blinding blue. This handsome stranger’s voice has trailed off and he’s speechless as he stares at you; you manage to say something though you’re rendered breathless too. “… for Dr. Who?”

His big mouth blurts out a response that’s just as filthy as it is cheesy. “Oh now is this the BBC? All I’ve got is a BWC, apologies.”

… Jesus no you did not just say that Charlie. Honestly? His brain is broken and he probably needs a whole fucking lobotomy. Not from you preferably, as you’re the one who’s ruined him irreparably. Hopefully you practice some other kind of -ology.

You know exactly what his innuendo means, but you’re at work and don’t quite want your cunt to sploosh across the floor and cause a scene. “Do you have an appointment, sir?”

Well fuck if ‘sir’ off of your lips didn’t just raise the poor guy’s blood pressure. He’s suddenly imagining all sorts of dom/sub shit and wondering if that’s your pleasure. “Y-yes, though I’m afraid I’m running rather tardy.”

“You mean TARDIS?” you flash him a smile and curse yourself for being such an imbecile but then again he started this. You really can’t be blamed. “God that was lame—I’m sorry…”

He’s just glad that you’re a little dorky too so that he doesn’t have to worry. “Don’t be—I’m the one who started talking nerdy.”

Aroused to death, you mutter out these next few words under your breath. It’s not like you to be so flirty. “Bet you’re good at talking dirty.”

Charlie can’t believe his luck that you’re apparently just as horny as he is and that you find him hot, too. His mind runs wild with smutty thoughts of all the shit he wants to do. “This isn’t proper, Dr. Who. You’re giving me a heart attack which isn’t fair after I had to calm my nerves just to come talk to you.”

This cheeky bastard is so cute you just cannot. Now that his confidence is back a little bit he’s smirking at you and it’s super fucking hot.

You have some doctor shit to take care of, but once you’ve gotten off… you’re gonna get off even harder when you meet him for a quick fuck in the parking lot.

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You were supposed to do this in your car—but you just couldn’t wait to fling the car door open so now here you fucking are.

Your body spread across the bonnet, with this tall blonde sex god towering above you grinding his enormous bulge against your crotch and asking how badly you want it.

Fuck the fact you haven’t even seen his BWC yet but already know you definitely want to live and die on it.

His pearly whites gleam bright, here in the parking lot’s dim light, now as he reaches in his jeans and sets to work. He’s playing into all your pleasures with that pussy-slaying smirk.

And when he whips it out—a goddamn gorgeous monster of a cock—he brings the ‘B’ in ‘BWC’ without a doubt… you gape your jaw in shock, and groan out fucking loud.

He knows the power that he has over you now and damn he’s proud. Not long ago he was a mess of nerves and fumbling like a fool. It feels so good to have you under him and drowning in a pool of your own pussy juice and drool.

“You better keep that pretty mouth shut,” he taunts, tearing off your panties as he slides two of his thick fingers inside your swollen cunt. “You wouldn’t want this whole damn hospital to know that you’re my little Dr. Slut.”

Oh holy fuck but that’s exactly what you are?! He has his sleeves rolled up so you can grab his firm muscular forearms as he fingers you to pieces on your car.

In a few seconds you’re about to cum undone but he pulls out, sticking both digits in his mouth, pink lips locked tight around the slick shine of his knuckles. Savoring the flavor of you with a filthy little chuckle.

His other fist is wrapped around his rock hard dick which is now even bigger than it was before. Go fucking figure given that your wet hot pussy is the sweetest thing he’s seen or felt or tasted and he’s never wanted any woman more. He lines himself up at your entrance now that he’s made sure your soaking slit is ready for the absolute wreckage he has in store.

You want him just as much as he wants you—couldn’t be happier that Charlie Fucking Hunnam summoned up the nerve to talk to you. You went from saying Doctor Who… to serving as his little Doctor Whore.

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[jungwonenthusiast]

Friends Don't Lie Ch. 5 & 6

Pairing: Jungwon x reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: there will be a scene involving a knife and cutting a body open, I'll put another warning before the part

Based on: Stranger Things

El

The next morning, Jungwon sneaks into his sister's room and secretly hands you an outfit consisting of an argyle sweater and high waisted jeans.

“What about shoes?” you ask him.

“You’re right.” he says before dashing up the stairs and bringing you a pair of socks and Keds. “Okay remember, leave at eleven fifty and meet us by the fence in front of the gym.” he says and you nod.

You make your way to the school and smile at the group of boys waiting for you.

Jungwon waves at you as you peddle over.

“Hey El!” they all greet you.

“Hi guys.” you say and brake the bike.

Jay climbs up the fence and hops over.

“Here,” he gets onto one knee. “I’ll boost you.”

You shakily step onto his thigh and he spots you as you climb up.

You wobble once you get to the top and let out a yelp. “What do I do now?”

“Twist around and start to climb down.” Sunghoon says.

You attempt the twist but you fail miserably. The fence is about ten feet high. You’ve never been this high off the ground before and it’s freaking you the fuck out.

“I can’t do it.” you say quietly, tears are starting to well in your eyes. This is too much for you to handle.

“Yes you can El, you said you couldn’t ride a bike and look what you did today.” Jungwon says.

You whine and shake your head.

"Even if you fall, it's not that high of a drop." Niki says and Jungwon groans.

"That isn't very encouraging."

You take a deep breath before twisting around and climbing down. Just when you’re starting to feel confident, your shoe gets caught in the metal and you lose your grip.

You scream, awaiting your fall onto the grass when you feel multiple arms catch you.

“Jesus christ,” Sunghoon grunts, his hands are on your underarms, making sure you didn't slam onto the ground.

“Are you okay?” Jungwon scans your body, making sure you're not injured. “Fuck, I should’nt have made you do that, I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay,” you say, still catching your breath.

Jay hops over the fence. “You okay man?” he asks and you nod.

“I’m sorry El.” Jungwon says again.

“It’s okay Jungwon, you apologize too much.” you assure him.

“Let’s get to the heathkit, we don’t wanna waste time.” Jake says.

You all scurry to the main building and sneak into the AV club room.

“Sit here.” Jay pulls up a chair for you right in front of the giant radio.

“Find Sunoo, okay?” Jungwon says. “You can do it.”

You close your eyes. You know what you need to do, you’ve done it many times before, but you’re still scared.

You feel your brain buzz and electrify as you enter the Void.

Your heart goes cold when you see him. His face is pale and his lips are almost blue. All the life has left his pretty face.

“Hyung?! Heeseung hyung?!” his voice comes through the radio and the boys look at each other, paralyzed from shock.

“Hyung please! It’s coming!” Sunoo screams.

“Sunoo can you hear us? Sunoo it’s Jay!” Jay yelps.

“It’s like home, but it’s so dark and cold! It’s dark and empty!” Sunoo shrieks. “Hyung please! I’m scared-”

His screams of terror are cut off by the radio bursting into flames.

“Fuck!” Sunghoon curses as the fire alarm begins to ring.

Your neck lulls. You’re drained like a battery now and Jungwon notices.

“Can you get up?” he puts a hand on your shoulder and you weakly shake your head. “Shit. Jake help her get onto my back.”

Jake tugs you onto your feet and helps you hop onto Jungwon’s back.

Everything is so overwhelming and you’re too tired to refuse his service.

“Where do we even go? We’re fucked if anyone finds out it was us.” Niki says while you all jog out of the building.

“Let’s just skip.” Jay says.

“And go where?”Jungwon grunts.

The sun is shining bright in your eyes and you bury your face into Jungwon’s neck.

“Sunoo was talking to Heeseung hyung, we should go to his house.” Sunghoon says.

Jungwon carries you all the way to the Camaro. They were able to sneak out of school without being noticed thanks to the chaos.

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“Can you stand now?” Jay asks you once you all arrive at the Kim house.

You shake your head and he picks you up bridal style, just like how Papa used to whenever you were too tired to move.

Jungwon bangs on the door. “Heeseung hyung! It’s me!” The door flies open. There’s a distressed young man at the door, eyeing you before asking Jungwon what was going on.

“We know what’s going on, we can help.” Jungwon says.

Heeseung looks around before ushering you all into the house. And the place is a fucking mess. Beer cans and dirty clothes are scattered on the floor, and most jarring of all, the dozens of strings of Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling and taped onto the walls.

Jay lays you down on the couch.

“Is she okay?” Heeseung nods your way.

“No, she’s out of juice.” Jungwon says.

“Juice?”

“Energy.”

“Okay, so what do you know?” Heeseung sits at the coffee table.

“That Sunoo is in some kind of other world. It’s just like ours but-”

“Upside down.” you croak, cutting Jungwon off.

“Exactly, upside down. He’s hiding from some monster.” Jungwon says.

Heeseung raises a brow. "How do you know all of this."

"Her." Jungwon looks at you.

"Who is she?" Heeseung asks.

"We don't really know," Jake says. "but she knows a lot."

"How?" Heeseung's brows furrow.

"She hasn't told us." Sunghoon says.

"How can you trust her." Heeseung crosses his arms.

"We just can okay?" Jungwon says.

Heeseung shakes his head. "Okay whatever."

"She has super powers." Niki says proudly.

“What?”

“She can… do things.” Jungwon says.

“Like what?” Heeseung asks warily.

“We don’t know everything but so far, she can move things with her mind and communicate through radio frequencies."

“What the fuck.” Heeseung says. “I swear if you’re lying-”

“You have to believe us, she’s our only hope.” Jungwon pleads.

“Okay fine, I’ve seen enough crazy shit already I might as well.” he comes over to sit next to you. “So where are you from?”

“Bad place.” you whisper.

“She’s on the run from bad people.” Jungwon says.

“Bad people?” Heeseung raises an eyebrow. “Who’s bad people?”

“Papa.” you say quietly.

“Who’s Papa?” they all ask.

You shake your head. “Bad.” But also not bad, because you love him. He raised you and taught you everything you know, up until you met Jungwon, who showed you a world you never even imagined.

“So what does she have to do with Sunoo?” Heeseung asks.

“She knows him,” Jungwon says. “We don’t really know how but she knows where he is.”

“Then-”

“But she doesn’t know how to get there.” Jungwon cuts him off.

“How the hell does she know him?”

“I can feel him.” you say. “That body. It’s fake.”

“I knew it was!” Heeseung gets up. “And no one fucking believes me.”

“Well we do.” Jake says. “But we need to confirm it.”

“How?” Jay asks.

“We need to go to the morgue.” Jungwon says.

CHAPTER 6

TW!!! There will be a scene involving a knife and cutting a body open, please do not read if this could be triggering

“There isn’t enough space for all of us.” Niki says.

“We need our strongest people,” Heeseung says. “Jay, Jake, Jungwon and the girl.”

“Her name is El.” Jungwon says.

“The rest of you stay here and if I come back and you smell like whiskey, I’ll fucking kill you.” Heeseung warns.

You feel good enough to walk, but you’re still not one hundred percent. You rest your head on Jungwon’s shoulder in the car as Heeseung zooms to the lab.

“How are we gonna get in?” Jake says. “No one’s gonna let a group of kids into a morgue.”

Heeseung looks back at you. “So what else can you do?”

“She’s not gonna be our guard.” Jungwon shakes his head. “She’s tired.”

“Then who is gonna be our guard?” Jay says and they all look at Jungwon.

“What?” he says.

“Well you've been doing taekwondo since you came out of the womb.” Jake says.

“I cannot fight off adults.” Jungwon asserts.

“You’re all we have.” Jay adds.

“Too dangerous.” you say. “I’ll do it.”

“No,” Jungown refuses. “You’ll get hurt.”

“So will you.” you argue. “We’ll do it together.”

Jungwon takes a deep breath. “Fine.”

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“We can’t just go through the front door.” Jay says.

“We have no other choice.” Jungwon says.

“How do we get there without being noticed?”

“I have an idea.” you say.

You all hop out of the car. You stand ground and close your eyes. One of the windows shatters and immediately alarms begin to blare.

“Go go,” you usher everyone to run through the door as the staff are distracted by the window.

“Holy shit.” Heeseung whispers.

“Where is he?” Jay says as you all run through the long halls.

Jake begins to read the tags next to every door. “H, i, j , k.” he stops in this tracks. “This is K, he should be in here.”

He rattles the door knob but it doesn't budge.

You take his hand off the knob and cock your head. You hear the door unlock and you quietly push it open.

You wait for everyone to get inside the dark room before shutting the door behind you.

Jungwon rushes to yank the tarps off of every body, trying to find “Sunoo’s”.

You’re surprised that he isn’t freaking out. Death still scares you even though you’ve seen it many times before.

“Jesus christ.” he whispers, while standing over a body. You all scurry to get a look.

It’s Sunoo. Looking as dead as ever. It looks so much like him. They even got the two moles on his face right.

Heeseung touches Sunoo’s face before taking a pocket knife out of the back of his jeans.

“Whoa whoa whoa.” Jay grabs Heeseung’s arm. “What are you doing?”

“We have to make sure.” Heeseung says.

“Isn’t there another way to make sure that’s not cutting him open?” Jay asks, alarmed.

Heeseung shakes his head. He places a steady hand on Sunoo’s shoulder and holds the tip of the blade at his sternum.

You grab Jungwon’s hand as the knife plunges into Sunoo’s skin. You turn your head into Jungwon’s shoulder as Heeseung drags the knife down his chest. He looks away and musters up some courage before sticking his hand into the gash. He freezes.

“What is it?” Jake says.

Heeseung pulls a clump of white fibers out of the wound. The kind that is used for stuffed animals.

“HEY! HEY WHO’S IN THERE!” a voice comes booming through the hall.

“Shit, there’s nowhere to run.” Sunghoon whispers.

You begin to walk towards the door and Jungown grabs at you. You shake him off and push the door open.

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING KID?” The man comes running towards you but you lift a hand and send him flying into a wall.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jay smiles in delight.

You gesture for them to run out.

Jungwon’s hand latches onto yours as you all flee the vicinity.

“Get in, hurry!” Heeseung orders as he puts the car into drive.

“That was so fucking cool.” Jungwon beams at you and you smile.

“Seriously, that was wicked.” Jay claps your shoulder.

Jungwon

“So what happened here?” Jungwon twists to look at the wall covered in Christmas lights and messily painted letters of the alphabet.

“Sunoo he…” Heeseung hesitates. “He talks to me through lights.”

Everyone raises their eyebrows.

“I’m not crazy alright?” he runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how it works, but it happened, okay?”

“I don’t get it,” Jay shakes his head. “Tell us what happened.”

Heeseung inhales. “I kept hearing him call my name and seeing crazy shit. I thought I was just in denial but I knew that he was alive, I could feel it in my heart. Then the lights around the house started to flicker all weird which wasn’t that unusual but they kept doing it even after I replaced the bulbs.”

Jungwon’s heart skips a beat when he remembers how the light in his bathroom had flickered the night Sunoo went missing.

“A bunch of other shit happened then I figured that he was trying to talk to me. So I bought a fuck ton of lights and painting this.” he gestures to the alphabet on the wall.

“What was he saying?” Jake asks.

“He said that he isn’t safe and I asked him where he was and he said right here, and then run.” Heeseung says and everyone’s blood goes cold. “And that’s all.”

“So that proves our Upside Down theory.” Jungwon declares. “El said that he’s hiding from something, some monster.”

“I know, I… I think I’ve seen it.” Heeseung says quietly and everyone’s eyes go wide.

“What?” Jay stiffins.

“What’d it look like?” Niki asks excitedly.

“It looked like a human but so many things were wrong. It was so tall and pale and it didn’t.. It didn’t have a face.”

Coldness looms over the group.

“Didn’t have a face?” Jake whispers and Heeseung nods.

“I need to kill that fucking thing.” Heeseung hisses.

“Where’d you see it?” Niki asks.

“It-it stretched the wall. It was pushing through the wall like the plaster was made off pizza dough or something and eventually it broke through. I didn’t know what to do so I just ran out into the car.”

Jungwon can tell how distressed Heeseung is. He has bags under his eyes and his shoulders are caved in instead of tall and broad like they usually are.

“And then I,” he pauses and closes his eyes like he can’t believe what he’s saying. “I kept hearing Sunoo. It sounded like he was in the house so I was running around until I heard him coming from the wall,” he nods at the wall in front of the groups that's been axed in, there’s a gaping hole in it with the sun shining through. “I tore at the wallpaper and the wall was like this weird fogged red glass. I could see him. I asked him where he was and he said that it’s like home, but that it’s cold and dark and empty. I could hear that fucking thing growling so I told him to run. And then the plaster covered the glass and he was gone.”

The boys look at each other in disbelief.

“So El is right.” Jake says.

Sunghoon shakes his head. “I don’t get it. How’d he even get into that dimension?”

“Well dimensions can only be traveled if there’s a tear in time and space,” Jake explains. “Almost like a gate. I think that thing somehow left the gate, took Sunoo, and then went back to the Upside Down.”

“How do we get to the gate?” Heeseung asks.

“We can’t.” Jake says.

“Well why not?” Jay challenges and Jake rolls his eyes.

“Okay, so picture an acrobat on a tightrope where the tightrope is our dimension and we are the acrobat. Our dimension has rules. We can only walk forward and backward right?” the boys nod. “Now let's say there’s a flea next to us. The flea can move forward and backwards like us, but it can also move along the side of the tightrope and even underneath.”

“Why can’t we just become the flea?” Niki says.

“Humans just aren’t capable of doing that, if we tried it’d probably obliterate the  Earth.” Jake says.

“How do you know all of this?” Sunghoon snorts.

Jake gives him a smug smile. “Just because I get girls doesn’t mean I’m not smart.”

“I think we already have a flea though.” Sunghoon says. They stare at him for a moment before turning to look at you sleeping peacefully on the couch.

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“No way man what if she fucking dies?” Jungwon whisper yells.

“She’s the only one who can do it!” Jay argues.

“Absolutely not.”

“I swear you’re in love with her or something.” Niki jokes and Jungwon punches him in the arm. “Shut up.”

“Just because he cares doesn’t mean he’s in love.” Jake says.

“Thank you hyung.”

“You’re so whipped man.” Jay chuckles cheekily.

“Fuck off.” Jungwon gets up to wrestle him but Heeseung pushes him back down into his seat.

“Shut the fuck up, all of you. You’re stupid bickering isn’t gonna get us anywhere.” Heeseung orders.

“Jungwon and El sitting in a tree~” Niki begins to sing. Jungwon lunges at him over the small dining table and despite being knocked onto the floor, Niki is still laughing.

Heeseung groans and yanks Jungwon off the other boy. “I’m gonna lock you in the shed if you don’t stop.”

Jungwon huffs and Niki winks at him.

You begin to wake and Jungwon hesitates before jogging over to the couch. “You feeling better?” he kneels down beside you and you nod.

He thinks about how cute your sleepy face is before shoving the thought into the back of his head.

“Jake found a way to find the gate.” he says excitedly and the look in your eyes changes. “What’s wrong.”

You shake your head. “You can’t go there.”

“Why not?” he says and you shake your head.

“Too dangerous.” you look down. “You’ll die.”

“But we have to, there’s no other way-”

“No,” you cut his sentence short. “You. Will. Die. I will go.”

“What? No,” He knits his brow. “No way.”

“You don’t know enough.” you say.

“Well can I at least go with you?” he asks. “Heeseung hyung is gonna wanna go, it's his brother.”

You shake your head. “You don’t understand. It’s not like going into a different state. It’s a dimension. And it’s not a nice one.”

He holds your hand in both of his. “Please El. I need to go. Please, I have to.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes and you sigh.

“What if you get hurt?” you say.

“Then I get hurt, it’ll be fine.” he replies.

“What if you die?”

“Then I die.”

You frown. “You’re so foolish.”

“What do you mean?” he pulls away, taken aback.

“Think about your mother, your father, your friends,” you say. “Think about me.”

His heart sinks. He hadn't even considered how the people in his life would feel if something happened to him.

He lowers his lead. “I’m sorry. But I still need to go. What will it take to convince you?”

“If you somehow became immortal.” you say and he snorts.

“Hey, so is she gonna help us?” Jay asks and Jungwon looks at you.

You sigh, and then nod.

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#enhypen imagines #enhypen angst #Jungwon angst #enhypen fluff #Jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader

[raincityruckus]

hold tight, nothing is complicated

triple frontier - the boys/ofc

arguably fem!reader but with 3rd person pronouns not "you" unnamed, nearly featureless original female placeholder

rated e despite having no penetrative sex content warning for being millercest adjacent the millers don't actually have direct sexual contact, you're welcome/apologies depending on your point of view. if millercest really squicks you it may still be to much for you tags: everyone/everyone, but most explicitly - will/ofc, pope/benny/ofc, exhibitionism/voyeurism, shockingly little actual sexual contact, just a little finger banging, someone has blood on their face, a little pining a little jealousy, mostly just why have a love triangle when you could have a threesome fivesome

In the wake of another mission Will just really doesn't want to think about being shot again. Or about another night time drive through a jungle a world away from home. Or all the ways he could have been better, all the little things he's counting. So he distracts himself by saying the first unhinged thing that comes to him.

And it goes a lot better than expected.

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“What if you suck my brother’s cock.”

The nagging pull of annoyance at not being the center of her attention vanishes when her gaze snaps up to his where he’s half turned in the passenger seat. The hot flash of annoyance makes them spark, her brows drawing together. Her mouth opens, closes. Opens again as she tries to figure out what to say to that. She’s squished between Benny and Pope in the back seat of a Jeep that is strictly too small to fit all of them. And she always gets the middle seat. Because she didn’t serve with them until after and they call it paying dues. Which always makes her mutter about a boys club.

“Jesus,” Frankie hisses behind the wheel, another rut on another piece of shit back road they’re flying down making everyone jostle.

“I’m bleeding out, it’s the least you can do,” Will offers with a one armed shrug. Because there’s a bullet hole in the other one.

This beats the hell out of counting bodies. Thinking about the ways they could have been cleaner, faster, better. The ways he could have been better. Her eyes glitter with irritation and her lips pull back in what might be a snarl. Beside her Benny looks distinctly uneasy and that just makes it better.

Yeah, this beats the muzzle flashes he sees behind his eyelids when he blinks

“You’re not bleeding out,” Pope says placatingly at the same time Benny says “Holy shit.”

“He got shot,” Frankie says, shrugs when everyone in the back seat looks at him incredulously, “I kinda want to see where the crazy goes.”

“Even if that made any kind of fucking sense,” she says, breaking through the voices of the men around her trying to argue about exactly what kind of crazy Will has, “which it does not. You get shot like weirdly a lot.”

Will shrugs again, uses his good elbow to push against the seat and turn to face the back better. There’s blood on Benny’s neck, a smudge from her thumb where she cupped the back of his neck, bumped their heads together and whispered something Will couldn’t hear. Which is supposed to be fine, after all it’s his blood on Benny’s skin, him that she half dragged, half carried behind cover.

Her gaze searches his face, looking for some sign that this is a joke, that he’s just giving her a hard time. He was, at first. When he was just annoyed that he was in pain, that he’d been shot again, that she wasn’t paying attention to him. But then he’d said it and he doesn’t often say things he doesn’t mean. A little blood loss isn’t enough to push him over that line and as soon as it’s out he means it.

Her throat bobs as she swallows, realization colouring her cheeks a hot flush of pink. She knows he’s not kidding and so far they’re the only two who are totally sure of his sincerity.

“Did you hit your fucking head?” she asks and it manages to be both scathingly dismissive and genuinely worried about him being maybe concussed. She fits with them better than she thinks she does. And Will knows she worries. Because he sees her, more than he probably should.

“C’mon, darlin,” Will’s voice pitches low, like it’s only them. Like the men who are his family aren’t packed in shoulder to shoulder with them. She kicks the back of his seat, Pope’s legs in her way so she can’t get much force, “Show me what a good girl you can be.”

“Hello?” she spreads her arms to encompass the jeep, the jungle, the blood and sweat and cordite stinking up the enclosed space, “I think we blew past good girl a country mile ago, William. What with being Garcia’s little vendetta hit squad and all.”

Beside her Pope opens his mouth to argue. Probably to point out that they pick jobs as a team. Sure most of them are his to begin with but they never go anywhere they don’t agree on. All of them go or none of them go, that’s how this works. How they keep walking out of whatever shit hole they find themselves in. He shuts it before he says anything, turning to scowl out the window.

“You’re right,” Will says, “blowing my brother in the backseat is definitely more bad girl.”

“Punch him in the bullet hole,” Benny suggests and Pope wraps his arms around her shoulders to haul her back when she goes to do just that, her teeth flashing in a snarl.

“What?” Will asks, “He wants you to.”

Benny splutters out a denial, some half true waste of air designed to keep him out of the line of fire. But Benny wants her, Fish and Pope want her. You can’t keep killing people together, keep living on adrenaline and bloodshed without getting all your wires crossed and all your wanting confused. It’s obvious every time Benny spars with her, when he helps her grapple, learn to use her lower center of gravity to deal with bigger, stronger opponents. He walks out of that cage and the smile falls off his face leaving heat and wanting in its wake.

“This is fucking weird. Drop it,” Pope says. His face is solemn, sober, “She doesn’t want to.”

Will knows he’s smirking when he slips his gaze one place over to meet hers. Her pupils are blown wide, dwarfing her iris to a thin ring of colour. His gaze drags down the column of her throat to the heavy rise and fall of her chest, her breasts pressing up against the black sports bra he can see where her henley is unbuttoned.

No, his Henley. It’s a smear of Frankie’s blood that turns the collar from a mission months ago in much better weather. The stain had never come out but it almost blends into the faded blue material, almost invisible except that Will knows to look for it.

Her breath comes deep and heavy and her lips part, tongue darting out to wet the center of her upper lip. Her eyelashes flutter and for a second he thinks she’s going to look away first. Not wanting him to know just how turned on she is by his crass suggestion would probably be a good reason to blink first.

She just swallows hard, tips her chin up in a challenge he isn’t sure either of them really is ready to go forward with.

“I don’t know, Pope,” Will says, slow and lazy, “I think she wants to.”

It’s not the first time they’ve fucked the same girl. Maybe not like this, not in this configuration but it’s that tangled up wanting again. They’ve done this before, or near enough. It’s just never been her. Pope’s adam’s apple bobs when he swallows and he can’t help himself, his gaze flicks off Will and onto her face. She turns to meet his gaze, close enough in the back seat that their noses almost brush. She gives a sharp intake of breath and tries to back up and give Pope room. But Benny’s chest is behind her and there’s no where else for any of them to go.

“That true?” Pope asks, one large hand lifting to hover at her neck, her jaw. He doesn’t touch her although they’ve all been in much closer quarters than this.

She gives a shaky little breath, a soft panting sound that Will’s never heard her make.

It should make Will jealous. That’s what started all this, after all. But she isn’t his, they’re all just sort of each other’s in this fucked up blood soaked little family. And he’s still calling the shots.

“Bet she’s wet as October,” he says, watching the way her head bumps back against Benny’s shoulder, “aren’t you darlin?”

"Are you?” Benny asks, his cheek pressing against hers where she tips her head back against his shoulder. His stubble has to scrape at her jaw. It’s been a long couple days and shaving isn’t high on the priority list. She doesn’t protest, if anything she rubs her cheek against the scruff of it.

Beside him Frankie shifts, Will catching the movement of his head as he tries to look into the back seat in the rear view mirror while simultaneously not wrapping them around a tree. Any accident at the speed they're going would be real fucking bad. That helps to sober Will. There’s a fine line to walk between distraction and self destruction. Especially because it’s never just himself anymore. Not since Pope’s first text.

Which is sort of ironic since it was the first time they’d operated as individuals, not the long arm of the military-industrial complex.

Will’s not so in his head he misses the way Benny’s fingers flash over her belt, the way the soft click of metal echos in Jeep even though it should be barely audible. Frankie swears under his breath and Will reaches out blindly. He bumps his knuckles on the other man’s shoulder, finds a place for his hand to sit where his fingers brush the warm side of his neck.

“We’re minutes from rendezvous,” Frankie says and there is a deep thread of regret in his voice.

“Minutes not seconds?” Pope asks and doesn’t wait for an answer.

The angle is all fucked up but he gets his hand in the front of her jeans, works between the denim and her skin until she makes a bitten off sound in the back of her throat. Her head thumps hard enough against Benny’s shoulder that he grunts. Frankie doesn’t look back at them but his head jerks, his mouth bumps Will’s hand. Will shifts his grip, rubs his thumb against Frankie’s jaw, feels the stubble there like the low burn of need at the base of his cock.

“Wet as the day is long,” Pope's voice is husky, burned out and she whines when he slides his hand away from her body. His long fingers shine slick in the low light and Will presses the heel of his hand against his cock, gives himself a little friction.

“We’re all like extremely fucked in the head,” she hisses, but the edge of her lips quirks in a smile, carves a dimple in her cheek.

Will’s pretty sure Pope lifted his fingers for her to suck them clean, it’s a favourite of his. But Benny beats her to the punch, lips closing over his fingers with an ease that Will certainly didn’t expect. She curses low and rough in her throat, treated to a front row seat of Benny swallowing down Pope's fingers like a pro.

“Fuck, babe,” he says, cuts off with a grunt when she elbows his ribs.

“If you say some dumb shit about how sweet I taste I swear to god,” she mutters and even in the dim light Will can see that she’s blushing. The colour spilling up from the flash of her cleavage exposed by his stolen Henley all the way up her throat and cheeks.

“We’re about to have company,” Frankie warns, his jaw working against Will’s hand. He reaches across the space between them to squeeze Will’s knee before they break apart.

Pope pulls her up off of Benny’s chest, close enough that their foreheads bump, their noses, their jaws as they pant in the same breath. She gives a little shake of her head, dispelling whatever worry she sees in his eyes. Before the tree cover breaks there’s nothing to show for whatever the fuck it was that Will just instigated.

Of course there isn’t because they’re professionals, and they couldn’t do this job if they couldn’t stow their shit when they had to.

They spill out onto the tarmac, buckle on bags, guns, gear. It’s a smooth oiled machine, five people who know each other too well to let a little thing like searing sexual tension get in the way. It’s not until they’ve piled into the ancient little Bonanza that’s supposed to get them one step closer to home that Will lets his gaze track back to her. It’s a damn good thing that this time they’re just transporting themselves because even with light gear the small plane feels crowded.

Her hands are on her weapon, her finger tapping her trigger guard in a pattern that is as familiar as his own heartbeat by now. He’s not even sure that she realizes she does it.

She feels his gaze and lifts her head to meet it, blowing hair out of her face where it’s fallen loose from her braid. When they’re in the air she’ll rebraid it, the silky strands dancing between her fingers in a mesmerizing ritual that means Will can relax.

“We’re not fucking finished here, Ironhead,” she warns, her voice crystal clear through their headsets.

“So you are going to let me watch you blow my brother or…” The laughter that cracks over the line is low and masculine but rather than being uncomfortable she just rolls her eyes and lifts her legs over the bags between them to rest her feet on his lap.

Will wraps his hand around her calf to hold her feet there as they start to taxi.

“Let you?” she asks, stressing the let part. Will’s not one to give up control easily.

“Sure,” Frankie says from the front with Pope, “He’s gonna show you what a good girl he can be.”

This time the laughter is at Will’s expense and she joins in, bumping knuckles with Benny across the aisle. But her eyes are hot, her pupils still blown. When she pulls her headset off Benny makes a low “ooh”. Will mimics her move and leans towards her, both of them curling their fists around their mic for a little added privacy. His arm is curled around her legs to give her extra balance. Even over the rattle of the engine she drops her voice low.

“Sorta thought you’d want me to choke on your dick first,” her tone is so mild, so matter of fact that it’s Will who chokes. Her smirk tells him she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Darlin, order doesn’t matter. It aint like that.”

For a second Will worries it’s the wrong thing to say, that what she’ll hear is that she doesn’t matter. Or that all that matters is fucking her. He should know her better than that. Her eyes go soft, her smile gentles.

“Yeah. More than a team,” she says, chucks his chin softly “You’re a softie, William Miller.”

“Oh I’ll show you hard, darlin,” he teases, rocking his hips up under her legs over his lap. Her laugh crinkles her eyes at the edges and she lets herself fall back into her seat, pulling her headset on.

Pope asks him how the shoulder is and Frankie gives them their ETA for the next leg of the journey and it’s all normal. It’s all so fucking normal that Will could believe that Pope hadn’t fingered her in the car just minutes ago, that Benny hadn’t licked it off his skin, that Will wasn’t the reason it all fucking started.

Except when she meets his eye she winks at him, catches her lip between her teeth. It's almost coquettish, almost shy and it makes Will think of all kinds of unspeakable things they can try. Yeah they’re not fucking finished by a long shot.

#triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier smut #william ironhead miller #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #will miller #benny miller

[neonponders]

👀 👀 👀 👀  Oh jesus oh lord. Deeper Than Skin is finished so I’ll enable another wip.

@ghostofjellyfishforgotten I hope you don’t mind me using your tags on this vampire!Billy / blood donor!Steve post as inspiration! Your brain is just too big for me not to pass up an opportunity to write vampire shenanigans.

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Steve didn’t judge people who worked as donors—

Fine, as an adult with a better awareness and compassion, Steve didn’t judge donors. He might’ve said some shitty things to Jonathan Byers when he worked to make his family extra money.

Honestly? Steve admired that. Jonathan being underage and having the guts to figure out how to get into the donation clinic, and then to let…

Steve knew he was a coward in a lot of ways. He knew it when he called Jonathan a queer who enjoyed leeches sucking on him. He knew it when he lost to the punches Byers threw. For a skinny, half empty blood bag, the guy could really hit. And Steve knew it when he almost ran away from Nancy and Jonathan fighting off the rogue vampire who kidnapped little Will Byers.

But Steve didn’t run away.

Just like he didn’t run away from the couch he sat on with his mother while his father explained…a situation that left Steve digging deeper and deeper into the gap between fear and bravery. Maybe call it disassociation. Or confused shock.

“You what?”

Harrington senior never took well to being interrupted. But he sighed from across the coffee table and reiterated, “The family is in debt.”

“No. You. You’re in debt. This is your problem.”

The man certainly didn’t take well to having his own mistakes shoved under his nose. “This isn’t for debate. This is the way things are and need to be.”

“No,” Steve repeated like a broken record clinging onto its song. “This is your fault. Who’s made me work minimum wage jobs to teach me a lesson? Who’s refused to pay for me to go to community college? Who hasn’t let me work in their company? And who made the shitty gambles with your company’s stocks? You shoved me out, so it’s definitely not my problem—”

“The contract has already been signed.”

Now his mother shifted her posture on the couch beside him. “Excuse me?”

Steve’s father moved his blunt nails over the armrest of his wingback, fidgeting. At least something put fear into the old bastard’s heart.

“There’s nothing I could do. The market has been evolving ever since vampires gained their rights and opened up their decades and centuries old bonds—”

“Vampire legislation passed over a century ago,” Mrs. Harrington purred. Sometimes the worst anger was the quiet kind. “You have no excuse. You lost the game, and you sold our son. Is that what we’re to believe?”

“That’s not possible,” Steve intercepted. “Slavery isn’t a thing anymore. Even I picked that up in history. And I would have to be there to sign the contract! It’s my—”

“Steve,” his father silenced. “When enough money is involved, anything is bought. And you’re not like anyone else.”

Mrs. Harrington fumed, “Do not talk to him like he’s a prize pony!”

“Except to a wealthy vampire, he is.”

Steve could only sit in weighted silence for a moment. He always joked to himself that he’d be disowned one of these days. For being a disappointment. For all of his bad grades. For giving his friends alcohol and cigarettes. For only being able to get jobs that required no qualifications or experience level at all. For discovering he liked kissing boys at the grimy music venues Robin took him to. Maybe living at home for too long. Or leaving the smell of burnt pancakes in the air too often because he always struggled with the first one—

“Vampire?” he croaked. For some reason it hadn’t dawned to him until now but…shit.

Holy shit.

Steve wasn’t being sold off to be some billionaire’s secretary for life. He was being…truly sold. Like…goodbye, Steve, who likes spring nights and summer mornings. His favorite food is breakfast and he wishes he kept with the music lessons his mom paid for instead of being peer pressured into sports. Whose best friend was Robin Buckley because she was brave and funny and stuck with him during his ironic and a little bit terrifying queer awakening…

Hello, Donor 0235. Blood type O. Allergic to nickel and checks off all vaccination requirements.

“Steve’s not wrong,” his mother echoed like a voice deep in a cave, drawing Steve out of his thoughts. “He is the one to sign the contract. Not you.”

“He is still classified as our dependent and on our insurance,” his father refused.

“So being an adult means nothing in this country?”

“They have our family records, Annette!” he exclaimed. “There is a dual government in this country even if nobody below upper-middle class sees it. The human government had to cede a great deal because the vampire population is massive. And they’ve kept track of all the Sanguis families! Name changes, and two World Wars did nothing to save us—”

“The what?” Steve all but whispered.

His mother rotated her hips to face him. “We only have legends about how it happened. Paleolithic gods making deals, vampires crossbreeding humans to make a certain kind of blood donor, human evolution after symbiotic deals were struck—but that doesn’t matter. The point is that there are people in this world with abilities that preserve themselves against vampires. That’s why you healed in less than two days after that silly fight by the movie theatre.”

His father intercepted, “The genes skipped your mother but fell to you.”

Steve’s eyes widened as his mother confirmed, “To protect us, girls have been promoted in the family tree for generations. Through marriage, their names could change, and make them harder to track.”

Steve countered toward his father, “So this really isn’t your place to sign my life away. Like five times over.”

“I quite agree,” his mother turned back to the man she’d married. The man who was supposed to protect her and her children with his name and promising, growing business.

At least Steve wasn’t the only failure in the family.

His father massaged his forehead and defended, “As I said. Humans’ government is far easier to corrupt our way into forgiving any debt. The vampires, however, are inconsolable. The bastard would have my business, the cars, our house, and taken his time discovering Steve on his own if I hadn’t—”

Steve took after his father, but he was his mother’s son as they both stood up from the couch, furious that this man had thrown his own kid under a vampire’s bus—

“Get out of the house, Steve.”

His head whipped around at her. “I-What?”

“Get out of the house,” she seethed, but not at him. “I don’t care where or what you do. Go.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice but he hadn’t managed to grab his car keys or his shoes before the house and his ribcage trembled with his parents’ arguing. He went in his socks outside and put the shoes on in his car.

Then…he didn’t know where to go. Running the hell away seemed like the obvious solution, but if vampires really had such a network, what was the point? And if he left, what would happen to his mom?

Steve drove on autopilot to the video rental store. Robin. All he had was Robin, who took the lollipop out of her mouth when the bell on the door twittered. “Hey, dingus, it’s your day off—Steve?”

He couldn’t really remember driving. That probably should have raised more red flags than he already had, but for now, the black and neon carpeting of the Family Video was blurring and swirling…

“I’m gonna throw up,” he heard himself say.

And Robin in that distant, echoing cave his mother had spoken from, “Outside! STEVE!”

#harringrove #vampire!billy #blood donor!steve #sanguis #neonponders #pondermoniums #ghostofjellyfishforgotten

[blossom-hwa]

fashion major!kevin

ANYWAY THERE WAS LIKE ONE PERSON WHO CALLED FOR A FASHION MAJOR KEVIN SPINOFF OF THE COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON AU I JUST POSTED (linked below) anyway! hope you enjoy, please reblog if you did, and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3

pairing: kevin x gender neutral!reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing

college model!juyeon

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kevin moon is known on campus for two things: 1. his bright personality literally everyone loves him and if you don’t you’re jealous of him like sorry not sorry i don’t make the rules you know i’m right and 2. his.... unorthodox fashion sense. like eric thought his snake patterned shit was weird as hell?? but there are weirder things in kevin’s closet i swear to you. anyway this unorthodox style is what got him accepted into the fashion program at the university and even though there are a few assholes who stick their noses up at kevin’s work the vast majority of people are cool w his outfits even if they personally wouldn’t wear them and kevin is v well-liked in his major and on campus in general bc he knows everyone and is nice and polite and really a v cool person to be around when he’s not being a fucking idiot

and on campus there are fashion shows a few times every semester to show off the fashion majors’ work, and let’s just say that this university if p well know for its fashion major so some famous people sometimes come along to these events so EVERY TIME a fashion show rolls around the fashion majors get nervous as FUCK and there’s a lot of speculation on who will get noticed and whatever and everyone is secretive about what they’re working on and just. everyone goes fucking haywire and kevin is always v happy when the stress winds down after a show

(no one knows it but kevin has gotten offers from several companies to work with them after he graduates. he hasn’t told anyone except a few friends like juyeon/jacob and his family)

anyway you are also a fashion major who secretly really admires kevin’s stuff?? like you just think he’s so daring and creative and all of his work is absolutely amazing even if it’s a little weird and honestly you don’t even feel overshadowed by his talent and hard work you just feel in awe that you can be in his presence at all. you’re p sure kevin has no idea who you are bc even though you have a lot of the same classes you’re always too shy to sit or work near him bc even though he seems so nice and approachable he’s also just.... god he’s so good

BUT THEN. one of your professors announces that for the next fashion show they’ll be modeling projects that he’s assigning right now. which is weird asf bc usually you’ll all take your best clothing and like fix it or tweak it for the next show, like sometimes people will make something completely from scratch but that’s nerve-wracking and not many people do it unless they’re in a real pinch but it gets even WEIRDER bc this is not a regularly scheduled fashion event?? it’s like a smaller event apparently that they’ve organized just for this project AND THE WEIRDNESS TAKES THE CAKE when your professor says that YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE MODELS. YOU ALL ARE GOING TO PICK SOMEONE IN THE CLASS TO MAKE CLOTHES FOR AND THEY WILL MODEL YOUR OUTFIT

and this SENDS EVERYONE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT??? bc oh god you can’t rely on the models you’ve been using all semester now??? and you have to make flattering clothes for someone you might not even know v well and it’s just. holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK

meanwhile you already know who you want to create for (/ahem kevin moon/) but you’re also chicken so like??? you’re just sitting in your seat looking over at him but not saying anything until your friend chanhee just pushes you out of your seat in kevin’s direction and is like GO ASK HIM BEFORE YOU LOSE THIS CHANCE and you’re like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CHANHEE but kevin’s noticed your movement and he’s looking over with a smile on his face and you’re like jfc i can’t do this but chanhee shoves you again and so you kinda smile (you really hope it looks like a smile) and your voice is LITERALLY shaking when you go over and ask if it would be ok to use him as a model for this assignment and he’s like.... oh my god yes

because what YOU don’t know is that kevin has been ogling your designs all year?? like he enjoys his own style and is comfortable in it but he loves your work as in LOVES IT. he thinks your designs are absolutely flawless and original and you combine styles so effortlessly that he just wants to look into your brain when you come up with ideas bc what the fuck?? you may have different styles but kevin knows how to admire art AND YOUR DESIGNS ARE ART. 

so you’re reeling a day later bc now you have kevin moon’s number and he has yours and he’s now texting you on when you think you’ll have the first preliminary designs ready and when you can meet up so you can get each other’s measurements and all that and when you eventually meet up your hands are shaking so much that you can barely take his measurements and kevin is screeching in his mind as well bc oh my god you’re going to model his clothes YOU’RE GOING TO MODEL HIS CLOTHES

most people are again being secretive about their designs and even though someone in their class is modeling for them this time so there’s a bit less secrecy they’re still working alone so you get a shock when kevin asks if you want to coordinate your outfits. like work on designs together and maybe make something that matches a little though ofc retaining your own styles and you just shriek when you get the text and poor childhood best friend younghoon spills his coffee (you have been friends since basically birth and there are no romantic feelings whatsoever ok it’s strictly platonic like you watched younghoon vomit after eating too much bread when you were like 10 and he watched you get tangled up in a soccer net when you were 13 there are no romantic feelings stemming from any of that)

needless to say you reply yes yes ye sYES and kevin is grinning so wide on the other end that juyeon wonders if he’s gone slightly insane (which he has but we’re not gonna dwell on that) and both of you show up to the work rooms nervous as all hell (i’m not a fashion major i have no fashion sense i still think t-shirts/leggings are the way to go so idk how any of this works do not sue me) but kevin has a natural ability to defuse any tension in the room so within minutes you’re comfortable and laughing with him and wondering why you were so scared to approach him before and THEN YOU’RE REMINDED WHY when he shows you his design for you because... oh god.... it’s unbelievable. like it has a distinctly kevin feel to it but he’s clearly been paying attention to what you wear and what you design because it’s something you would like to wear and something you even think you could look good in. holy shit

and you just blurt out like kevin what the fuck this is so good did you like stalk my designs or some shit?? and you mean it as a joke ofc but kevin just goes beet red and mumbles something about how he really likes your work and how it’s so sharply elegant but also insanely creative and you’re just. open-mouthed like. dude i’m in love with your work too oh my god i’m gonna cry my fashion idol just said he likes my designs i’m gonna screaM

kevin stops you from screaming though even though he also feels like he’s gonna scream and this is the start of a very productive partnership between the two of you like most of the fashion majors are friendly despite the competition but you and kevin are on a whole other level?? and you start hanging out more and more often even when you’ve finished designing and are actually sewing (you ask him if this part can be secret bc you want to add a few things as a surprise - he ofc says yes and winks and tells you he has things he wants to add too which just makes you want to scream out of excitement)

and it’s a week before fashion show day and you and kevin are finished with putting together the designs and you’re excited as all hell and kevin is literally about to burst from his own skin and you insist that he goes first and when he pulls the outfit from the bag you’re just. in absolute awe. the colors match the design you made, it looks like it’ll fit, and even though it screams kevin moon it also has a distinct vibe from your own fashion style and you just yell KEVIN MOON YOU GENIUS as you snatch it from him and go change

(you don’t know obviously but kevin is blushing like a tomato while waiting for you to finish changing)

it fits almost perfectly, kevin marks a few places to fix and is debating whether or not to compliment you bc??? that sounds like he’s complimenting his own work and that’s egocentric as hell but then you say something like does it look fine and he just blurts out more than fine. you look great

AND YOU’RE SO FLUSTERED THAT YOU ALL BUT THROW YOUR OWN BAG AT KEVIN and are like GO CHANGE 

so he takes out the clothes and goes silent and you’re like.... oh my god does he hate it i mean we worked on the designs together and he said he liked it then but what if he changed his mind but then he looks at you and his eyes are sparkling and he’s like y/n this is perfect. literally perfect and he rushes to go get changed and when he comes out your eyes are bugging out of your head bc holy hell you pictured kevin in these clothes obviously since they were made for him but he looks so much better than you ever imagined

and then you blurt out something like holy shit you look beautiful

and kevin blushes again

anyway you both take your measurements and run out and then the day of the fashion show rolls around and both of you are freaking out backstage but the instant you two go on it’s like you both are literal gods bc you feel so confident in each other’s clothing and the crowd can feel it THEY CAN FUCKING FEEL IT and they go nuts when you two walk out!!! and even though it isn’t like a huge major fashion show, it’s just for this one project that your professors cooked up, you and kevin are both beaming like the sun when it’s over despite the fact that it wasn’t an important event bc holy shit you two had fun and everyone’s complimenting your clothing and it’s great it’s just great

finally all the chaos is over and the clothes have been put away and the makeup removed and you and kevin are now standing outside the venue in a kind of stunned silence that all of it’s over. it’s all over. and then you suddenly thrust out the clothes you made that kevin wore and tell him to keep it. it’s a present. and kevin takes it but he also forces you to take the outfit he made for you. and then there’s silence again

but if there’s anything you’ve gained over the past few weeks it’s a bit of courage. courage that let you talk to kevin, courage that let you design clothes for him, courage that let you become friends (and maybe something more) with him. you’ve also learned that kevin is a massive dork and a lovely human being and you’d really love to at least stay in contact so in that the moment you smile and say ‘if i asked you on a date, would you wear that outfit?’

poor kevin looks like he’s about to have a fucking aneurysm and you start to lose confidence but then he’s nodding like there’s no tomorrow like yes ye sYE S OH MY GOD YE S and omg you now have a boyfriend whom you like very very much and kevin has a partner whom he likes very very much

you two may not be a pda couple but you ARE that couple that matches every outfit they wear, you make jewelry and accessories for each other and also make each other clothes every so often. everyone is jealous of your combined fashion sense bc even though the outfits might look outrageous, you two both manage to pull them off and look fabulous at it, but also they can’t even be that jealous bc you two are the sweetest couple and are absolutely lovely 

both of you do wear the outfits you made for that show on your first date which is to like a musical or smth bc theatre kid kevin is something you can pry out of my cold dead hands and everyone’s staring but you two are in your own little world and it’s amazing

kevin admits at one point that he was afraid to ask you out bc he thought younghoon was your boyfriend and you just snort and tell him everything stupid younghoon’s done and by the end younghoon is done with you, kevin is about to vomit he’s laughing so hard, and you are smirking like no tomorrow

for the end of year fashion show you and kevin fix up and accessorize the outfits you two made for the show that brought you two together and there is absolutely no surprise that several different fashion companies scout both of you (and a couple modeling agencies too since you and kevin decided to model your own clothing again - younghoon whines that you’ve replaced him but you shut him up with chocolate bread)

kevin’s a sucker for romance (you CANNOT tell me this isn't true) so your first kiss is on the roof of the fashion building at sunset when kevin does the cheesy thing where he says you look more beautiful the view and you almost slap him but you’re laughing so hard and kevin’s cackling and somehow it turns into a kiss

you are a dork and kevin is even more of a dork and it just works out beautifully bc you’re so absolutely in love that it makes people fake vomit from the sides (looking at chanhee right here) but it’s also really sweet in that you two trust each other completely and would do absolutely anything for the other except murder. kevin made that v clear but really only bc blood would stain his clothing and he doesn’t need that. you agree wholeheartedly (younghoon/juyeon are looking from the sides like what the fuck is this couple do they need help and you two are like just go away and let us be the weird couple we are ok). the conversation ends in a v soft v sweet kiss and just. ik i said it with juyeon but kevin moon is also best bf ever ok you cannot convince me otherwise. 

and that’s how it goes :)

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[waka-chan-out]

Heyday Meg! I'm sorry about your headache :(

To aid in your recovery, enjoy the first part of the sequel to the Atsumu Event Fic I mentioned a while back. Forgive any typos this is unrevised and I wrote it in one go.

It's not a dry spell, it's just... it's been a while since you've had sex, okay? You've been busy, you're focused on other things, like work, and... various other things that have kept you from enjoying the pleasures of the flesh.

Who are you kidding, it's a dry spell. The last time you can remember having sex is vague, blurry. You remember some things, a sculpted body, dyed blond hair, a deep drunken laugh, a slurred "let's get married" that made you smile. You remember them fondly but the details have been dulled by alcohol and time.

You remember waking up at his apartment and sneaking off before he woke up. It's not that you regretted it, it's just that you were... nervous? Shy? No, that wasn't it. You just couldn't shake the thought that it had been too perfect. This hot guy and this great sex and this... really really nice apartment, Jesus. It was all too much. You didn't want him to wake up and break the spell. So you left.

You'd never regretted a decision more because now it was months later and the last time a guy made you orgasm you were too drunk to really remember it. You wish you'd stayed. Even if the sex had been bad, it would have been sex. Hindsight was 20/20, its not like you could go back to his apartment and beg him to take you back. "Hi remember me? We fucked in my car a few months ago and I haven't been able to stop thinking about your dick!" It would be a disaster.

You're picturing it now though. You might just be that desperate. It's a funny thought for a moment. What would he say?

"Y/n!"

You can almost hear him saying your name.

"Hey! Y/n!"

You do hear him saying your name. You're not hallucinating (you aren't gagging for it that hard), some guy is actually calling you.

You turn and see him running towards you and you have to blink a few times to confirm but he's just as gorgeous as you remember. Maybe more so, he's wearing g tight jeans and a t-shirt that moves with his heaving chest on every breath.

"Atsumu?"

His face splits into a grin. "It is you! And ya remembered me."

You look at him for a trace of hurt or accusation on his face but he just looks pleased to see you.

"Yeah." You smile, it's hard not to get wrapped up in his enthusiasm. "It's been a while."

He grins and flushes and you get a flash of that same expression, drunk and appreciative and shameless. It's all coming back. You see memory dawn on his face too and your heart breaks a little at the genuine remorse you find written across his face.

Atsumu's hands clasp around one of yours. He holds the hand up between the two of you, almost gentlemanly. "I'm sorry, I just saw ya walking by and I... I had to talk to ya. Sorry. I'll go."

"No." It comes out of your mouth embarrassingly quickly. You see hope light up on his face. He's an open book. You make up your mind. "Walk me to my car?"

He grins again, bright and edged with something smug and knowing. "Where have I heard that before? Up for a repeat performance?"

You roll you eyes. "The asshole act is a little less charming when I'm sober."

"Still pretty damn charming then."

A laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it. You walk in silence for a moment before you feel you have to say something. "I'm sorry too. For leaving, that morning."

He shakes his head. "Ya don't have to apologize for that."

"I do. It didn't have anything to do with you, I swear."

"Ya know 'it's not you, it's me' is not a line of reasoning that works ever, right?" Atsumu laughs.

You groan "I'll figure out another way to word it."

"Ya don't have to, I mean, clearly my performance wasn't the problem." He strikes a silly pose and thats the only way you know he's not 100% serious. He doesn't miss the way your eyes track over his body. He smiles. "Is that how it is?"

You tear your eyes away. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Ya want me, ya don't want me, ya think I'm hot, ya don't think I'm hot. The messages are a little mixed, princess."

"Don't call me that. Who said I thought you were hot?"

"You." He said. "With every part of your body except your mouth." His eyes settle in that particular part of your face. You swallow and watch him follow the motion.

"Is that how it is?" Your voice sounds breathless.

Your car comes into view, the sun setting on the abandoned parking lot. You look at him. He's still looking at you. You lead him to the car and he spreads his arms. "My old friend! Lots of good times in this thing."

You smile and watch his arms move under his t-shirt. You let him catch you watching. He moves closer to you, till there's barely any space between the two of you, your car is warm against your back.

"Why'd ya leave? That day?" His voice is low and soft, vulnerable, but hesitant, like he's ready to go back to joking in a minute.

"I was scared."

"Of me?"

You shake your head. "Of us. Of... this." You gesture between the two of you.

"And now?" There's that hope again, bright and wonderful.

You shrug. "No one... no one has touched me, since that night. Since you."

Something dark and lustful blooms in his eyes. "That so?"

You nod.

He smiles. "Well we can fix that."

He dips down to kiss you. His hands spread across your back and pull you closer to him. His tongue slips into your mouth and his thigh comes up between your legs. You grind down and throw your head back to moan.

"Shh," he says softly into your ear. He lifts you up so that you're sitting on the trunk of your car.

His hand comes down under your waistband and it's so warm.

"So wet, just for me. Did ya think about me? After ya left? Think about me fucking ya in this car, making ya laugh? Making ya come? I did. I couldn't stop thinking about ya."

"Atsumu-" You throw your arms around  Atsumu's shoulders and bury your face in his neck as he fucks his fingers into you, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit. "I remember. Ya said I had a pretty smile."

You move back and grab his chin while he gives you that pretty smile. "Atsumu make me come." You plead. "Atsumu make me fucking come."

He picks up the pace and sends you over the edge and it's better than you remember, better sober. You kiss him as it wears off.

When you pull away he grins. "Come home with me."

You nod. "What if it ends up like last time?"

Atsumu pulls you close and shakes his head. "I'm obnoxious. Not an idiot. I'm not letting you slip through my fingers again."

fay………..i can’t even begin to describe how goddamn perfect this is. it feels like you’re living in my brain with how much this aligns with the original story and i don’t even know how to comprehend that. WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS. THERE ARE EVEN CALLBACKS TO RANDOM THROWAWAY LINES IN THE ORIGINAL. i feel like i’m losing my mind in the best way possible. i had to take a break and lay on the ground for a while reading this. holy shit.

(for context here is the fic this is a sequel to)

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want to be added? send me an ask!

#is this…….technically fanfiction of a piece of fanfiction since it’s a derivative of a derivative of an original work #whatever it is #it’s GOOD #what have i done to deserve you fay. i need an explanation because i can’t believe you share this content with me on anon for free #i’m so glad you’re here #fay anon :)

[jeonqquk]

tattooing | jjh

Pairing- Jaehyun X Reader

Genre/ Tags- fluff, crack, bi jaehyun, lucas royally fucks up, tattooing

Age rating- 13+

Word count- 2.6k words

Summary- Tattooing doesn’t go as planned.

POV- Third person

Your whining wasn’t gonna get you anywhere, you were well aware of the fact. But you supposed that you might as well give it a shot. The ‘it’ here being the fact that you really wanted Jaehyun to get a tattoo. It wasn’t that you wanted to somehow blackmail Jae into getting a tattoo. Oh god, no. You’d never want that. It was just that you had always been fond of tattoos, the meaningful ones, not the totally unnecessary, really weird looking, out of the world ones. Jaehyun with a tattoo would be fucking hot though, that was just a plus point- not the main reason as to why you wanted him to get one. 

You were thinking a sweet quote or something, but that would only be possible of he was willing to get one.

“Jae, baby, what do you think about getting a tattoo?” your boyfriend of 3 years sighs, rubbing his hand on your knee that had been placed on his thigh. “I don’t know..maybe later. Why are you so intent on me getting a tattoo though?” he wiggles his eyebrows, suggestively or whatever, and you look at him in confusion, trying your level best to stop the blood threatening to creep up your cheeks. You clear your throat and reply simply “I feel like a tattoo would be beautiful. Just permanently inked onto your skin. It should be something purposeful though. I don’t want you going bald and tattooing a zipper on your scalp.” 

A snort is heard from him “Don’t worry, I’m not going bald. Although it’s a very tempting idea.” Rolling your eyes at his lame comment, you sit up and move over to cuddle closer to him on the couch. He wraps his left arm around you “Why don’t you get a tatto Y/n?” he questions and you look up at him in mild shock. Well, you could get a tattoo. You are of legal age and stuff but the thought had never crossed your mind. You don’t know why.

“....I could...” Jaehyun smiles, his dimples popping out and you can’t help but mirror the sweet action. “So why don’t you? We’re not even doing anything and I know for a fact that you have a lot of designs saved on your Pinterest board. Even if they were for me, you can try finding one that suits you too.”

Suddenly feeling giddy, you quickly grab your phone from the coffee table and unlock it, clicking on the app you needed. As you find the board, you see that you’ve gained 18 followers in the time span of 2 weeks. Huh.

As you scroll through the pins of small intricate designs that could be engraved onto a finger or hand, Jaehyun points out one that looked like watercolour art and was in the form of a small flower with red petals. It did look quite cute, to be honest. “Hmm, this does look nice. Won’t it look good on my collarbone?” Jaehyun nods in agreement “I was thinking that too.” Smiling up at him, you look into his eyes “Well, should I get this?” Your boyfriend chuckles at your excitement, and pats your head in adoration. “I know that you’re excited, sweetie. But don’t you wanna try looking at other designs before deciding?” Humming, you scroll a bit more as Jaehyun reads a novel. But you don’t find anything that captures your attention a lot. Sure the sweet quotes, couple tattoos and nature-related  designs are great ideas for a tattoo but you were set on the one with the rose.

Jaehyun coos when you tell him that, squishing your cheeks and telling you that the two of you could go to a shop tomorrow and get design inked onto your collarbone forever. 

It’s 9:28 am when you wake up from your slumber and turn to give Jaehyun who looks like he had also woken up just a few minutes ago a peck on his lips. His dimples are visible as he smiles and greets you. The two of you get up and freshen up before you’re sitting at the dining table to eat blueberry pancakes. 

The clock shows that it’s 10:30 am by the time you two leave the house and head for the tattoo store you had researched last night. It takes 15 minutes to reach said shop and Jaehyun parks the car before looking at you with concern evident on his face. “Y/n, you are sure about this right?” Smiling fondly at his worry, you keep your hand on his cheek “I’m sure Jae. Don’t worry.” One kiss is enough to relax him and you pull away before you get too carried away and end up dirtying his car again. Oops.

You enter the cosy shop hand-in-hand with Jaehyun and see someone sitting at the reception wearing an oversized blue shirt. Definitely not the vibes you had expected to get from a fucking tattoo parlour but oh well. You had expected everyone to be intimidating and were ready to hide behind Jaehyun as soon as you entered. But it seems as if that wasn’t happening because all you had deciphered from the shop called Inkphoric was that it was built in a way not to scare the people who had gathered the courage to even stop foot in it. 

The receptionist, she said her name was Nara, leads you both to a room in a corridor. Your hands are sweaty and thankfully she allows Jaehyun to go inside as well. When you’re seated on the chair comfortably, Jaehyun grabs a stool to sit beside you and you wait for the tattoo artist. The wait isn’t long because a minute later, a man who looks about your age is walking towards you all. His all black get-up matches the tattoos littering his arms and he also seems to have a piercing in his right ear, a silver dangling. 

“Hello, I’m Lucas. I’ll be tattooing…” he introduces himself and looks between the two of you, silently asking which one of you he would be tattooing. Honestly, you would have expected him to at least  know who he would be drawing on but quickly brush the thought off as you greet him, telling him that you would be the one getting the art onto her skin. He smiles cutely and nods, and you look at Jaehyun, his comforting smile relaxing your tense body. 

Nara talks to Lucas for a minute or so and then walks off, shooting you an encouraging smile before closing the door behind her. 

“So what is it that I’ll be tattooing onto you, ma’am?” Lucas speaks and you show him the image of the flower. Jaehyun is holding your left hand in his, the warmth seeping throughout your entire body and you’re grateful for Jae’s beautiful ability of being able to calm you down in only a matter of seconds- no matter how serious the situation would be. 

“Oh, that’s very pretty.” “Thank you.” you smile at him, and he prepares his stuff. You’re pulling down the hem of your shirt slightly and exposing part of your left collarbone, where you want your collarbone. 

Lucas says that he’s tracing the design out first and you wait patiently. 

“Now, don’t be scared. It’s gonna hurt at first, especially at the bone but it will soon go away. You can hold your boyfriend’s hand.” he instructs and gives you an encouraging look as Jaehyun moves to your  right to give Lucas space, his large hand completely enclosing yours. 

“Okay, here goes…” the sound of the gun whirring to life fills the room that has tattoo designs filling the wall. 

“Fuck!” your voice pierces through the air and you jolt from the sudden pain. It felt as if someone was impaling you with a sword- which was partly true- but they were doing it continuously. Jaehyun is shocked from your sudden movement and struggles to catch you in his arms. Lucas quickly tears the gun away from your neck and you whimper out, the pain searing through your entire being and Jaehyun tries shushing you, his attempts all going in vain. 

Shitshitshit. This is torture. It’s only the first touch of the needle against your skin and you’re already this close to crying. How the fuck do people get those huge ass tattoos?! Trying your best to calm down and ignore the pain spreading throughout your entire being, you squeeze Jaehyun’s hand hard enough for it to pain but you don’t really care at this point, the throbbing of your collarbone enough to send you flying. He’s stood up from the stool by now, standing behind you.

“Okay..sorry sorry, you can continue.” you whisper out and clamp your lips shut so as to not let out any more weird noises. You’re sweating by the time Lucas gets the gun closer to you and bite your tongue hard enough to draw blood when the feeling of the needle pressing against your skin fills you up again.

Holy heck, I can’t do this. 

Your face is an accurate representation of agony, your entire body tensing as Lucas tattoos your collarbone with his long hair slightly brushing against your neck. You try leaning your head back and lean against Jaehyun. He’s whispering soft comforting words as countless profanities leave your mouth and you feel sad for Lucas, having to hear the shit you were spewing. 

“It’s alright, baby. Just think about other things, happy things.” your boyfriend pecks your cheek and hugs you lightly, trying not to disturb Lucas.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale inh-

“I think I just popped a boner.”

You gasp. Lucas chokes. He moves. You shriek.

“Ah, shit!” the gun’s needle scraped against your skin, it was all so sudden. The pain suddenly shoots throughout your entire body, tears filling your eyes. Nononono. 

“Jesus! It’s paining too much!” you’re sobbing by now, Lucas is frantic and Jaehyun..well..he is burning. He’s too busy regretting all his choices to even notice what’s happening around him. Jaehyun bends down to fix his problem and emerges 5 minutes later, when you’re still twisting in torment. Everything is red, your lip being abused by your teeth in order to calm down.

“Y/n! Ma’am! I’m so sorry! Shit, no!” Lucas apologises and sprints over to get a cloth to wipe something you feel trickling down your chest now. Blood. You’re bleeding. 

Writhing in agony in your seat, you clench your hands as if that would somehow reduce the sting, and pant, trying to relax. Your eyes are widened at an attempt of keeping it all in but the throbbing just doesn’t seem to dissipate.

Oh God…

Lucas is now carefully dabbing at the source of blood with panic written clearly all on his face. You look at Jaehyun through the ache to see that he is now coming back to reality and upon seeing your state, a gasp tears his throat and he’s looking at you with his eyes widened. 

The distress prevents you from speaking properly but you manage to call out, “J-Jaehy..Jaehyun.” Said man is desperately looking between your blood gushing out and your face twisted in discomfort. He figures it out and as soon as he does, takes your whimpering form into his, murmuring endless apologies and if you could, you would stop him from saying that but the sting is still there, only lessening a tad bit.

It’s hell, trying to clean the blood away and getting it sorted out. You cried a bit during the process as well but you were perfectly entitled to do that, the gun had pierced your skin quite deep when Lucas had jolted upon hearing what Jae suddenly said. 

30 minutes later, you’re hiccupping slightly and trying to breathe normally after the mad incident. Surprisingly, no one had come in during that time and you were thankful for that, not having wanted anybody to see the mess that had been caused because of Jaehyun’s unexpected confession. Speaking of which, you wince and turn around to look at him and when his eyes meet yours, ask him what he meant “What was that about you popping a boner?” the incredulity just hit you now and you wait for his response impatiently.

“Nothing babe...just forget it. I’m so sorry for saying it so randomly, though. I should’ve thought before speaking. I’m so careless.” the look on his face melts  and you are about to pull him into your chest when you realise that you can’t.

The pain has subsided by now, it’s bearable and you turn to look at Lucas who- when he catches your gaze- immediately walks over to you and starts speaking. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry! That was so sudden and I messed up your tattoo. It’s all my fault, please forgive me if possible.” he looks scared, and you understand why. He probably thinks you’ll sue him or something but you weren’t planning on doing anything of the sort. “It’s alright Lucas. I’m also not gonna tell anyone. We’ll just tell everyone that as soon as the gun touched me, I chickened out and told you to stop.” you keep your hand on his head that’s bowed and he looks up. There are tears brimming his eyes and you don’t know if it’s out of fear or the fact that he genuinely feels terrible for what he did. It really wasn’t his fault anywhere though. You didn’t understand why he was so stressed. 

“I’m sorry Lucas, I just said something stupid without even thinking before. You don’t need to take nay of the blame.” Jaehyun’s voice fills the room and Lucas’ features relax a little before he smiles forcefully. “Well, if your cuts get better, then maybe I can continue the design?” he jokes and you laugh along, knowing all too well that you wouldn’t be coming here again. Your first tattoo and this had happened.

“So do you wanna tell me about that boner-popping now? Lucas isn’t even here.” you’re sitting at the dining table, having just finished your dinner with empty bowls of pasta in front of each of you. Jaehyun shifts slightly in his seat and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable, although you don’t understand why- the reason couldn’t have been that  bad. As soon as you start to backtrack, Jaehyun’s voice is heard.

“Well..just..you know when you were getting the tattoo?” you nod slightly “Lucas was just, his black clothes..and he was bending over and I don’t know. You were whimpering..” “So the scene was too hot and you popped a boner?” you complete his sentence and he meekly nods before you’re howling with laughter, almost falling iff the chair and forgetting about the pain around your collarbone. The bisexual in Jaehyun was showing and he was afraid to admit it, you don’t now why. He had told you about this when you started dating, and you were totally fine with  it, because you knew that he wouldn’t cheat on you. 

“Hey..” your boyfriend half-heartedly attempts to stop you but you’re too far gone to realise that he may be feeling bad. When your laughing fit is over, though, you look at him for any trace of sadness but are relieved to see that he’s only blushing lightly, his dimples showing when he smiles. 

“So, do you wanna get a  tattoo now?” the answer is obvious, given the fact that today did not go as planned. You’re surprised when he answers.

“I don’t think so. My body is a shrine and a tattoo will take away its chastity.”

“Shrine indeed.”

Ty for reading! Yes lmao ik the ending is weird asf, as is the entire story, but nvm

Feedback is always appreciated!

this was supposed to be a drabble for jae’s birthday 😭excuse the typos they’re terrible and i’m literally the most impatient living being you’ll ever encounter

also, the shop name lmao i just got it from google- not creative i know

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