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peachesofteal · 5 months

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Soap on the escort mission with Cypher to her temporary base: they're both given rooms, but he tricks her into thinking they were only given one so they only have one shower and bed. He gets her into sleeping in the same bed, copping a feel and cuddling her so tight it feels like he's suffocating her

Oh my god yes but also this sent me off the deep end, sorry.

18+ mdni / soap x cypher (fem reader) / dark and twisty themes

First of all, the entire trip is nauseating. You weren’t given much notice. You’ve never ridden in a helicopter before, and Sergeant MacTavish has to show you how to buckle the straps, knuckles brushing along the tops of your thighs as he clips you in. You’re way outside of your comfort zone. You’re so off kilter, more changes, adjustments to your routines, more strangers. When you get to the outpost, it’s even worse. The systems are rudimentary. You can work with anything, because you’re good, but harvesting the data that Laswell has tasked you with is going to take longer than you’d like. The group you’re with is… small, as well, just you, Sergeant MacTavish, and Sergeant Garrick, who confidently ignores you unless you speak directly to him.

All of this piles and piles on top of you until you’re practically having a nervous breakdown on the first day. Nothing goes right, no one at the outpost is kind, and they all stare at you as you work, like you’re some kind of freak. You’re pretty sure you even hear someone make a joke about you under their breath, something cruel, something that sounds like the things kids used to call you in school. Awful, isolating things, things that always made you feel more alone than you already did. It picks at you, picking and picking, and then you break.

You run into Sergeant MacTavish in the hall, who stops you, alarmed. You try to tell him you need to go to your room, that you need some time to decompress and sit in the dark, but you can't get the words right, they come out messy and mixed up, and you get stuck on a few, repeating them more than once, embarrassment simultaneously trying to melt you into the floor. You’re ripping at the skin on your fingers, digging into the cuticles, trying to keep a lid on yourself when he informs you that the outpost is over occupied, and you’ll be bunking with him.

After the initial shock, he herds you with efficiency to the room, firm hand on your shoulder blade, and you’re surprised at how well the touch grounds you, closing your eyes, sinking into it, listening to the sounds around you, his breathing, the scratch of a door handle, a lock clicking closed.

"Keep 'em closed." He coos, and the command relaxes you. You like the dark, it comforts you, and you think he knows, because the lights never flick on, even though the room is nearly pitch, only one little window in a concrete box, the standard issue. When you don't respond, he hums, pulling you back into the warmth of his body. "Do ye need a lay down?" He murmurs into your hair, petting over your skin, under the neck of your shirt-jacket combo, and you nod, fingers still picking at your skin until his hands overtake them, separating them by force. "Words, sweet Cy."

"Yes, sir." You croak, and he rewards you, in a way, with his arm across your chest, pressing you harder against his front, his chest, stomach and waist, the pressure working like a tea kettle that's boiling, letting off steam.

"Good. That's good, bonnie. Let's get ye comfortable then." He works your clothes, unbuttoning your jacket, your pants. He lays you on your back, eyes still closed, pulling your boots off, divesting you of everything but your underwear, folding your feet onto the mattress together so your knees are bent, and then laid to the side, outwards. You let him move you, shift you around like a doll, unable to protest. The words just won't come out, half afraid you'll earn yourself a punishment, and half afraid he'll stop whatever he's doing right now. You don't want this, do you? Don't you? A hot mouth washes over the inside of your thigh, thumb pulling your panties to the side to expose your cunt, and he clucks his tongue. "Ye need a shave, wee sweet." Oh my god. Oh my god? Your cheeks burn, entire body doused in gasoline and then lit on fire with shame. "Dinnae worry, we wonae be doin' it tonight." His mouth is closer now, you can feel it, the thorned silk of his stubbled cheek against your leg, nose nudging into the curls between your legs. Your heart thumps inside your chest at the first contact of his tongue to your clit, and even with your eyes closed, you think you can see the moon, the sun, the fucking stars.

"Fffuuck." You moan, unable to keep yourself quiet, and he brushes his calculated touch back and forth at the perfect rate and speed, pad of his thumb rubbing soft circles into the flesh of your thighs at the same time, pressing them wider and wider, giving him more and more access to your weeping pussy.

"My sweet Cy." He breathes into your body, flicking around your clit, across it, electrical pulses spreading up through your belly. "Ye jus' need someone to help ye. Take care of ye and this bonnie pussy, aye? Treat it nice." He's working you over so well, like an expert on your body, pushing and pulling you towards the cliff, and you writhe on the bed, the burn spreading, shoving your too busy brain and too busy thoughts slowing slipping away with every second.

"Yeah." You pant, dumb. What? What are you saying?

"Want ye to come for me, baby." His voice goes serious, mouth pulling away a fraction, and you whine a little, confused. "But ye need to be good, and ask. Ask yer Sergeant for permission."

"S-s-sir. Can- Can I-" You struggle with it, brain overloaded, floating away on a cloud, and he smacks his palm against the flesh of your ass, from the side.

"Try again."

"Sir. Please. Pleeease. Can I- I come?"

"Aye, wee genius. Come for me, let me see it." It only takes a few more seconds, long strokes of mouth and tongue against you and then you're bursting into stardust, wild and fast orgasm slamming into you, as he coos to you about how good ye are, how ye wonae need anyone else now, he'll take care of everything, anything, how sweet, and your brain glitches trying to piece together his meaning until you're turning to putty, sinking deeper into the mattress under the aftershocks.

Later, not long after, he folds you into bed fully, nestled under the covers in the dark. He slides in behind you, blazing heat of his body against yours, hard cock against your ass in his boxers, and you gasp, squirming, trying to shift away until he tightens his grip, smothering you still, arms locking around you too tightly, and soothing you with calm touch in all the right spots until you're drifting off into sleep.

#peaches asks #peaches writes #soap x cypher #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader

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cryptidcr3ature · 3 months

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Rating Charles’s outfits because I’m an opinionated person. (None of these pics are mine)

Colter Charles: 8/10. There’s something so special about this outfit good patterns, the hand ™, and general snugness. -2 points for the hood. Is it practical? Yes. Does it cover his hair and thus burying the lead that this man has the best hair in the game? Also yes.

Classic blue shirt Charles: 9/10. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this outfit. Everything matches, it’s practical for changing temperatures, it works well with his little necklace. Overall a very good outfit. -1 point for the neck line just being a little awkward.

Poacher killing outfit: -10/10. Charlie boy what the hell? You have a monochromatic color palette and nothing matches. Why do we have so many layers? Why is the belt so high if you’re going to put a jacket over it. I hate this outfit

Sean rescue fit: (sorry for the bad quality but this one has little no pictures) 10/10 YES YES YES. Big coat, matching pants and boots and his hair is on display. Practical and good looking.

The hoodie ™: 6/10. This is a controversial take I know, but the hoodie has its problems. It looks comfortable and I’m an avid hoodie wearer, but I’m not a fan of the rough edges and the one brown patch. I do like the thick sewing lines, but I know this fit could be better. Of course I still love the hoodie and he can make it work but I have to be critical.

Lemoyne fit 1: 10000/10! YES I LOVE THIS FIT SO MUCH YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND! THE PURPLE SHIRT WITH THE TURQUOISE DETAILS ON THE VEST!!!! The way it’s not too baggy but not over constricting. It’s practical but it looks good, not even mentioned how good the tomahawk holster looks with the outfit. I’d wear this outfit level good.

Lemoyne fit 2: 8/10. I adore the idea of this outfit. The greens and the short sleeves are immaculate. The -2 points are for the dingy white shirt. Lemoyne is a dirty place, with all the swamps and dust and stuff, and the whites aren’t going to stay white respectfully. No blame to Charles whatsoever, it’s just not my favorite shirt.

Bank heist fit: 10/10 looks, 5/10 practicality. I love this fit, he looks so good, why so many layers? Why not lose the thick wool coat? If it was a normal day, maybe it would be fine, but you gotta move and I know he’s sweating. I know that wool doesn’t breathe well. Still slays though. A gentleman never gets hot.

Farm boy Charles: 10/10! The fit is RIGHT. Subtle patterns, cute little feather, AND no weird neck line. ICONIC! AND HE KEEPS THE LEG HOLSTER! SLAY KING, SLAY!

American venom: 3/10. I like the coat and his hair looks really good. I also like the pants. I hate this disgusting green vest and off white shirt combo, paired with the floppy hat. I know it’s the same hat as colter, but it doesn’t match the vibe.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption #rdr 2 #charles smith #rdr2 fashion #Charles smith saves lives #fashion icon #I’m gonna burn that green vest

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r3starttt · 2 months

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DINA’S CLOSET !!!

I picture Dina as someone with an undefined style that’s somehow’s very defined, like, she wears whatever’s trendy but somehow makes it look like something only she could wear. Her usual clothes are very basic but colorful, she has an aesthetic. (looks like she kisses girls, that’s it)

HC’S

Clothes: for a fact we know she wears blouses / shirts, I think she only has neutral tones on every piece of clothing she buys, like, no design, no texture, just casual clothes she can style with everything. Also, has one or two jackets and that’s it, she uses them over and over again. The only thing that brings more color to her fits are tank tops and t shirts (most of them are long sleeved duhh). Only wears jeans, religiously.

Shoes: loves boots, black boots.

Basics: boots, jackets, blouses

Her most used combo: jeans, a blouse or a long sleeved t shirt and if it’s cold a jacket that fits her just a tiny bit bigger

Accessories: she does wear lots of accessories I’d say, rings, colorful huge rings. Small earrings, very simple ones. And collars, lots of them too. I also think she likes using stuff for her hair

Very specific

She has many belts, I just know it. And she never wears them because her clothes fit her perfectly so they would be just to decorate the fit but it’s not comfortable lol

Her clothes always smell sooooo good like…. how’s that even possible

She’s the type to buy same clothes different color

Pajamas: I know the only oversized clothes she buys are por pijamas, a long t shirt and underwear, that’s all.

>tlou closet

#dina x fem reader #dina x masc!reader #dina x you #dina x y/n #dina x reader #dina fluff #Dina fanfic #Dina fic #dina tlou2 #dina tlou #dina nolastname #dina the last of us #dina woodward tlou #dina woodward x reader #dina woodward

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genderqueerdykes · 1 year

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what is androgyny? how do i be more androgynous?

we get this question a lot- a lot of people are curious about what being androgynous means, and what it means to present androgynously. some people believe they want to be more androgynous, but struggle with how to integrate that into their comfort zone. here are some tips and some information on what androgyny is, and how to accomplish it, from an intersex androgyne.

what is androgyny?

androgyny is a state where one's gendered behaviors, presentation, roles, and so on, feature both masculine and feminine elements at the same time. androgyny is not to be confused with total gender neutrality, or genderlessness- androgyny is often times very pointedly "both male and female", and this is the distinction between the two presentation styles and identities.

how can i be/look/present androgynous?

figure out which elements of masculinity and femininity call to you, especially, if you think androgyny, and not gender neutrality is right for you. if you like feminine clothing like skirts and 'women's' shoes, you don't have to forego wearing them just because you prefer to wear men's everything else. the point of being androgynous is to pointedly wear very feminine + masculine things at the same time.

facial + body hair with women's clothing are a wonderful combo, don't be afraid to wear bulky men's jackets, blue collar working clothes, thick flannels, and other hyper masculine clothing with tights, skirts, short shorts, body suits, leggings- creativity is the name of the game. there is no one way to be androgynous, the only goal is to combine masculinity and femininity at once. if you are seeking to gain a completely genderless appearance, you are looking for gender neutrality, not androgyny.

not all men and women dress the same, by the way, so you may just want to take the time to search and look at different men and women's clothing to see if there are different styles that appeal to you. if you are alternative, look into alternative clothing for both men and women, if you are into high fashion, combine elements from both men's and women's outfits- bulky masculine jewelry can change a look drastically, or, delicate feminine necklaces and earrings can make a statement.

have fun with the way you wear your hair. you can do literally whatever you want- try men's and women's hair cuts of all types. you will have a few you hate, but it's worth trying. if you really find that you hate shopping for shoes, you may just be shopping in the wrong gender's section. same goes for any other garment. you may naturally just find yourself wanting to combine mens and women's clothing- let yourself do that. don't feel like you "have" to dress any type of way- literally be free. break the binary in your head that outfits have to be 100% male OR female, masc OR fem

play with combining masculine and feminine names, terms, pronouns, roles, and so on. be a guy who's a wife. be a girl who's a husband, be a male girlfriend, a female boyfriend, a male mother, a female father, etc. combine gendered pronouns and use he/she or she/he together. call yourself both a boy and a girl in the same sentence. break the binary in your head that a person can only use 1 set of gendered terms at once!

drag is absolutely an option here and encouraged- please play around with drag looks. experiment with gender and go nuts with it- be over the top masculine one day and over the top femme the next. wear extremely garish, campy, ridiculous looks that highlight the enjoyable parts of your gendered presentation and have fun with it. don't be afraid of drag, drag loves androgynous ppl

what if xyz men's/women's articles of clothing, being referred to by male/female pronouns/names/etc., being seen as a man/woman make me dysphoric?

androgyny may not be for you- if you are very strongly dysphoric, and struggle with being called by the "opposite" gender's pronouns, names, etc. and struggle with wearing strongly gendered men's or women's clothing, androgyny is not for you. it's totally okay if you need to avoid things that make you dysphoric, just know that in being androgynous, you are adopting both 'male' (andro) and 'female' (gyn-) appearances, roles, presentation, and so on.

can being more androgynous help me with dysphoria?

androgyny can also help you cope with dysphoria, however, if you are in a stage of your transition where you are capable of being okay with being misgendered in a sardonic way, or are okay with seeing your agab as a separate identity, or a part of you, without invalidating your current gender. many trans people do in fact identify as both, or as a "guy who was a girl" or a "girl who was a guy," etc. it's okay if you want to play with both genders once you've lived as both for a while. it's fun. it's cool. it's sexy

how do you find out if you are androgynous/if androgyny fits you? does every androgynous person choose to be androgynous?

every person's journey is different. some of us are born like this- i am intersex and am naturally very androgynous. my body is very much 50/50 "male and female," so to speak. nature did not cleanly put me in one box or the other, i fell right between. so for me, adopting androgyny was a way of coping and healing and being myself- i did choose the labels, but i didn't choose my identity, if that makes sense. i've always been a genderfucker, personally, and i've always loved being "both", a "boygirl" a, a "he-she", a dyke AND a faggot, and so on. just be mindful that intersex people don't choose our traits, so many of us are just born like this and want to be ourselves. perisex people who choose to become androgynous are just as cool and important

if you like being a boygirl, a girlboy, a boy and a girl, a girl who's a boy and a boy who's a girl, whatever the case, you very well could be an androgynous person. the sky is the limit, but just remember that there are some basics. if you are avoiding gendered presentation, androgyny isn't right for you. but if you love combining male and female aspects of gender and being a "both", it could be right for you. good luck, take care.

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shares-a-vest · 8 months

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alright, i gotta steddify these new pictures of joe keery. now just imagine an 80's looking combo of the jackets, wide-legged pants and belt as steve reluctantly gets ready to model for an art project.

Steve looks in the mirror and sighs.

He reaches up and picks at the gigantic shoulders of a long black coat Robin had managed to convince him he needed to wear for the sake of their friendship.

Or, whatever art project thing she has to submit for art class before the end of her last semester.

She made it all sound very important. Hence the clearly empty threat about their friendship. She didn't even give any details, just a big bag of clothes that he needed to try out before next weekend. Max and Vickie were in for the same nightmare too.

He doesn't know what this jacket was before his best friend unfortunately found it in a thrift store. He thinks it is supposed to be a raincoat. At least, that's what the tacky (vinyl? leather?) fabric feels like.

A knock on the bathroom door startles him, pulling him away from thoughts of the non-raincoat-slash-jacket and all the jewellery he is yet to dare put on.

The sound makes him jump forward and right into the sink. His chunky belt buckle hits the porcelain and pokes right into his tummy, which is already constrained by the too-tight-at-the-waist pants he'd wrestled into first.

"I'll be out in a minute!" he calls over his shoulder, panicked as he attempts to stifle the whine lingering from his stabby belt buckle.

He pinches his nose with one hand, bracing himself on the vanity with the other. How is he going to explain this to whoever is on the other side of the door!

"Steeevie!" comes Eddie's all too cheerful voice, loud like he is pressed right against the ensuite door.

"Oh no!" he gripes, running his hands through his hair.

Before he can think to block the door (or, come up with an excuse that won't result in Eddie barging in) Eddie barges in.

"Whoa!" he gapes, closing the door and collapsing against it with a hearty thud of his head.

He grumbles and rubs at the self-inflicted owie, mussing his hair.

"It's for Robin's art thing," Steve admits, voice barely above a whisper as he gestures to his outfit, "I don't even know what it is, so don't ask me to explain it."

"Wait," Eddie frowns, "Robin isn't even here?"

He tips his head to the side, now scratching at his bump to the noggin.

Steve sighs, "She wanted me to try everything in case she needs to make adjustments."

"Well, that explains the pile of clothes on the bed, then," Eddie says to the ground, likely now focused on the shiny black ankle boots half a size too small Steve hopes aren't snakeskin.

He belatedly sticks a thumb at the door, not tearing his focus away as he chews at the inside of his cheek. Steve groans, screwing his eye shut.

He thinks he knows where this is headed.

"Who are you to pass up a chance at modelling?" Eddie teases, cutting through a momentary silence and wiggling his brows as he grins.

He lifts himself from his spot with a theatrical kick against the door with an unnecessary amount of force. He tiptoes forward, still grinning like a devilish idiot and leans in so close Steve could kiss his stupidly cute dimples right off his damn face.

Instead, Steve backs right up against the sink, the belt now pulling at the back of his pants.

Eddie reaches forward and tugs at the wide lapels of the jacket-non-raincoat-coat. He feigns smoothing it out as he runs his hands over Steve and up to his shoulders. Steve gulps.

If he is finally going to kiss Eddie Munson, after months of teasing and flirting and standing this damn close, he refuses to let it happen in this stupid get-up. Soulmate's finals project, or not.

Eddie looks him up and down, eyes lustful and cheeky.

"You look nice," he purrs, running his hands over the coat front again.

"The-there's others," he blurts out, stuttering as he resists the urge to push off from the sink and close what little space is left between them, "A - Um... A navy jacket with these, ugh... bedazzled things on the..."

He waves his hand at the non-raincoat. Bedazzled? Really?

"I'd like to see you in that," Eddie teases, eyes going wide – they glisten under the yellow light of Steve's bathroom, "You look good in everything."

Eddie looks down, blushing like that last thought was a little too much. He must catch sight of the gold belt buckle, because he soon drops his hands, pausing before he reaches out to give it a hearty tug too.

He quickly balls up his fists and raises them above his head, sputtering, "And – uh, um... Where did you and Robin find these pieces..."

He trails off, murmuring a questioning "pieces" to himself.

Steve rolls his eyes, "She got them at some thrift store she went to with some of the art girls last weekend."

"And I wasn't invited?" Eddie gasps, clutching a fake set of pearls, "I love a thrift store!"

"Eddie, the art girls say you are scary," he bites back, "And not scary in a fun way. I mean, so they say."

Eddie merely nods, sticking out his bottom lip. He probably isn't listening, considering he usually defends his own honour with a good, long rant about everybody else. So, Steve decides that means it would be best to prattle on like an idiot and really bore his crush to tears about clothes.

"There's a bowtie, a black leather jacket," Eddie hums at that one, "A super sheer shirt that, honestly? Might look good on me. And a pair of really huge pants. You should see the legs on these things– "

He cuts himself off, going wide-eyed as soon as he realises he has in fact, technically invited Eddie to see said wide-legged baggy pants.

He reluctantly looks up to find Eddie smiling and bashful as he bats his pretty lashes.

"I..." Eddie stutters, gesturing nonchalantly in the thickened air between them, "Um, I mean... If you want you can try those on. And if you, y'know need help... If they're so wide... I could..."

Steve grabs his hand and reaches for the bathroom door.

#i am once again dressing steve up like he's my favourite barbie doll #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #stranger things #lilys ficlets #steddie fanfiction #👕🧥

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souperbloom · 3 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR3Bwg74/ yesssss sir🫡

i know where your head’s at anon. trust me.

the tiktok of ash talking crazy during the valentine genius interview can be found here.

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cherry pie. [A.I.]

🍒 boyfriend!ash

valentine’s day smut. tee hee.

a/n: happy belated valentine’s day soup nation <3 sorry for my inactivity. school has been whooping my ass but i promise ill be back soon ! :3

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, oral (f!receiving), pet names, overstim.

WORDCOUNT: 2.5k

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It wouldn’t take long for Ashton to figure out what your Valentine’s Day surprise held in store.

Your body, at his disposal, splayed out on his plush king-sized mattress; dressed head to toe in red lace and satin. You were like a gift-wrapped present, tied up with a little red bow.

It was everything you’d been dreaming about since the moment you saw that little red set in the window of your local lingerie shop. The perfect surprise for the most perfect boy.

"Ash, baby?" you call into the distance as you hear the shower turn off from the master bathroom.

After dinner, you told Ashton you’d rather head home and unwind, as opposed to going out and getting an after-dessert drink. And of course, despite putting up a bit of a fuss about it, your boyfriend agreed.

You told him to hop in the shower and get ready for bed: setting the expectation that there’d be no sugar tonight, and all you really wanted to do was cuddle in bed and watch a movie.

The disappointment laced through his features when you told him what you wanted from him was quite obvious. But since he had fussed enough about not going to the bar, he figured a little less bitching would do him some good on this special day.

It was hard enough for you to bite back your smile while lying in his face, already knowing what would be waiting for him after his shower.

"Yeah?" He finally replies from the bathroom, the echo of his voice bouncing off of the tiles and into your ears.

"You comin’ in soon?" you ask, hints of innocence in your question as you adjust your position to fit the steamy energy you were trying to exude.

"Yeah, yeah— gimme a minute. I’ll be out before you know it, sugar.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could practically hear the smile that sprawled across his face within his lewd reply. He knew how much you adored that nickname.

Maybe he had a better clue than you thought.

A few more minutes pass you by, subtly quiet music streaming from the TV filling you with anticipation. You couldn’t want to see the look on his face when he walked out to you like this. It took you long enough to find a set of lingerie as perfect as this one; only to have to speedily change into it the moment you heard the faucet turn on.

"Baby," you whine, faux impatience woven into your tone, "M’gettin’ tired."

You hear Ashton scoff playfully, slightly seeing his bare silhouette through the mirror as he takes a towel to his head to dry his hair off.

"I’m coming, I’m coming—" he coos, the towel still covering his head as he begins to whistle.

You dip your head back into the pillows for a moment, letting out a satisfied sigh. Seeing his body in the mirror was already getting you hot and bothered, not to mention the button-down shirt and leopard print jacket combo he had decided on wearing to dinner tonight. The thought of him drove you wild; and you were more than happy to submit to that.

Soon enough, Ashton emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and tucked into itself, accentuating his physique. Along with the other towel that was still on his head, causing him to lead himself back into the bedroom blindly.

"So I was thinking we could watch—"

His thought stops in its’ tracks the moment he slides the towel off of his head.

"—Holy shit."

When his eyes meet yours, they double in size instantly. There’s a longing in his gaze, as if seeing you whipped him through the space-time continuum and barely brought him back down to Earth.

"Oh, baby," he hums, his eyes continuing their journey down your body and taking you in, in all of your crimson, lace glory, "You’re too good t’me."

"Happy Valentine’s Day, Ash," you purr, running a seductive hand up your thigh and letting your index finger collect the fabric of your satin slip.

"My God. What am I to do with you, sugar? Wrapped up all pretty n’ nice for me… Fuck, you’re wearing the hell outta’ that thing, baby…"

His lovesick babbling continues as he nears the bed, dipping his knee down into the mattress. Your eyes still lingered on him, bottom lip caught between your teeth as the two of you have an erotic stare down.

"Do whatever you want t’me. This is your gift, after all." Your coy smile grows wider as he slowly starts to crawl towards you.

"Whatever I want, you say?" He repeats your question as if the answer wasn’t obvious, "I’m not sure if you’re ready for that."

His body now hovers over yours, savoring his last few glances before he tears you out of this outfit and has his way with you. You knew he’d get you out of it faster than you’d gotten into it.

"I’m ready for anything. I’ve waited all fuckin’ week for this." You giggle up into his sparkly fern eyes as he’s now fully on top of you, eyeing you like you were the last cookie in the cookie jar.

"All week? Jesus, baby… If I knew you were gonna’ get dolled up like this I’d have thrown a Valentine’s Day in January." His playful remark sends a chill down your spine as he takes the back of his hand and caresses your cheek.

"I’d get dolled up every night for you, you know this. Just thought I’d save it for a special occasion."

His hand begins a trail down your collarbone towards your chest, "I had a feeling you were up to somethin’. You had that look in your eye."

You chuckle, trying to ignore the moan threatening to spill from your lips, "What look?"

"The look you have when you’re up to no good. You’re a pretty shit liar," he teases.

"Well, I’d say I pulled this surprise off successfully, shit liar or not— That’s all I was really hoping for."

"Successful is an understatement, sugar. You look sweet enough to eat…" He hooks his finger onto the fabric between your breasts, tugging it down gently. "…Sweet like cherry pie."

Not another moment passes before Ashton is dipping down to wrangle you into a passionate kiss. His hands roam with fervor, feeling the contours of your body with his broad palms and taking breaks to gently squeeze the parts he loves most.

His tongue entwines with yours seamlessly, as he makes a sly effort to grind his hips down between your inviting thighs. You sigh into his mouth, lacing your arms around the back of his neck.

"Fuck me, baby, you’re obscene," he sighs, breaking the kiss momentarily to leave a trail of kisses down your neck towards the valley of your breasts, "Think I might have to have a slice of my cherry pie."

You nod as if to say, ‘duh, Ash', wordlessly consenting to his request. He always aimed to please you, despite sometimes being sent to bed unrewarded. But he was such a good sport about it; you sometimes believed that he preferred giving as opposed to receiving.

Generous. There’s the word for it.

"This outfit is gorgeous," he sighs dreamily between kisses trailing down your stomach, "I feel bad takin’ it off so soon."

You shake your head, an electric current shooting up your body as his kisses start to near towards the apex of your thigh. "Don’t feel bad, it’s served its’ purpose."

"Was it’s ‘purpose’ to drive me insane? Because— it’s doin’ a great job at that."

You shrug playfully, enjoying the fiery path of destruction that this little get-up was causing in your sweet boyfriend’s head. He could barely contain his excitement as he parted your legs, gazing at you hungrily with a smirk. His slender fingers then hook onto waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you at a tantalizingly slow speed.

"Gonna give you my hand. Squeeze when it’s too much for you, m’kay?"

You nod down at his mellow smile, and grab his extended hand as he positions himself.

"Mhm."

With a sigh, he caresses your inner thigh gently, taking in the sight of you. It was hard enough to be patient after he had promised something he was sure would drive you crazy; you knew him well, but not well enough.

You were sure he had some tricks up his sleeve.

"’Gonna make you feel so good…"

His gravelly voice trails off as he lowers his mouth to your core, lips hovering inches above where you needed him most. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t growing a bit impatient.

"Yeah?" you taunt, rubbing your thumb in circles over the back of his hand, "You’re all bark, no bite."

He chuckles lowly, still leaving patterns across the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, "And you’re gonna regret having such a smart mouth, sugar."

Without warning, he dips his head down and licks a stripe up your slit, gathering the wetness on his tongue with a sly smile. You groan on impact, naturally, watching his sandy curls scatter across his forehead with his movements.

You almost regretted what you said when he started to prod at your entrance with his tongue, letting his nose do all the work on your clit for him. It felt like a sensory overload; he had always shown his love for pleasuring you but, never to this magnitude.

"Ash, oh fuck—" your words come out choppy, staccato breaths breaking apart each syllable as your free hand flies to grip his hair. He hums into you in reply, the vibration from his baritone voice causing a ripple through his tongue to rip right through your lower half.

You start to writhe above him as his tongue works in tandem with the tip of his nose, all while peering up at you over your silky lace babydoll dress.

"Fuck, baby. F-feels so good," you groan, attempting to keep your eyes from lulling closed. The eye contact between you was far too mesmerizing to pull away from.

Upon hearing your sultry compliment, Ashton begins to move faster. He switches the focus to your sensitive bud, flicking his tongue quickly and causing another wave of pleasure to shoot through your limbs.

His free hand then moves to push up the fabric of your slip, resting his palm flat on your stomach while his mouth moves in circles. Your body lurches forward when he hits a particularly sweet spot, the pleasure almost becoming too much to bear.

You remembered briefly what he had told you about his hand… ‘squeeze when it becomes too much.’

So, you did.

It was too much.

Your heart rate was doubling and it was growing difficult for you to keep the stars away from the backs of your eyelids. You knew you were close to your limit.

But when your grip tightened around his hand—

He didn’t stop.

In fact, he began to move even faster. His eyes shimmered as he peered at you above your hips, watching your jaw fall slack as you’ve now lost any ability to keep your composure.

"Fuck, oh my god. Please—" you beg, mushing into a whining mess, "Ashton, please."

His ears perk up at your exasperated plea, quickly ripping his hand from your grasp and using it to replace his tongue. He pops his head up, upper lip and chin drenched in your juices as he studies you with a pout.

"Can ya’ give me a few more minutes, sugar? Tastes so fuckin’ good…"

As his skilled fingers move in place of his tongue, he makes sure not one moment of your time is unoccupied. He uses his thumb on your clit to draw moans out of the back of your throat; index finger dipping in and out of your entrance.

"B—but… It’s too… too much…" you whimper, interrupted by your own moans betraying you, "M’ so close…"

"Please? I’ll go slow…" Ashton pleads, starting a gentle trail of kisses onto the inside of your thigh, "Not gonna be too much for you, sugar… ‘Said I could do whatever I wanted… Just need a few more minutes t’ taste you, my love."

You open your mouth to reply, but the sound of your voice is replaced by a pitchy moan as he dips that index finger fully inside of you. He curls it upwards and starts that familiar ‘come hither’ motion, creating pressure in your tummy and bringing you to cry.

"O—okay…" you mumble meekly, "F—few more minutes."

Ashton lets out a quiet chuckle at your words; finding the audacity to smile before he’s diving back in to indulge in you. You no longer had control over your shaky limbs, nor any control over the loud expletives tumbling from your lips. The sounds of your wetness boom through your head, as that familiar feeling begins to creep up on you.

"Ashton, baby— gonna’ cum… Gonna’ cum really soon…" You try your hand at warning him; but he was one track minded. He kept his pace, never faltering, using his fingers and tongue in cohesion with one another to send you hurdling towards the finish line.

As he savors his last few tastes of you, he groans in delight. The sounds of his smug satisfaction are just what you need to fully push you to the brink of your orgasm.

"Fuck, Ash! Oh, shit—"

Your pleas were merely encouragement for Ashton. His rhythm continues to pick up speed, climbing and climbing until galaxies were fogging your vision and your legs were tensing up.

"Ashton!"

The final shout of his name had you doubling over in ecstasy, yet his tongue continued on, as did his fingers— you were relishing in the feeling of your orgasm as the butterflies once encaged in your abdomen had set loose and began fluttering throughout your body. He rode you through your high with a final few kitten-licks to your clit, for good measure.

The tension in your shoulders and thighs had finally cracked once his movements came to a slow. Your breathing, heavy and labored, started to readjust to the oxygen levels back down on Earth.

"Ashton… oh— oh my god," you sigh, watching as your boyfriend tenderly starts to massage your jittery legs after he had practically sent you into orbit.

"I know, right?" He smirks confidently at your airy reply, pleased with his ability to ruin you so effortlessly.

You can’t help but giggle, listening to the thunderous beating of your own heart through your chest. He moves to comfort you instantly, kissing your thigh gently before resting his head in its’ place, "Dinner and dessert for Valentine’s Day? What a lucky guy I am…"

"The luckiest, I think," you hum, petting his head with a smile, "We should celebrate holidays like this more often."

Ashton chuckles, reaching up to interlock your fingers before planting a kiss on your knuckles.

"Got time for another round, sugar? President’s Day is right around the corner."

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#5sos fanfic #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton 5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #soupster requests

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thedroneranger · 1 year

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Précis: Jake's favorite duo gifts him an anniversary surprise he'll cherish forever.

Note: An imagine in the To-Do List collection. This one is for @cherrycola27, who came screaming into my dms with this idea after reading Car Wash. 🖤

Third image is what I envisioned for the described panty-garterbelt combo. Courtesy of Honey Birdette.

Warnings: 18+ only, nudity, body parts, adult themes.

Word count: 1.1k

Jake hustled into the house, worried he was going to be late. Tossing his keys on the table in the entryway, he thudded up the stairs to the bedroom. As he crossed the threshold, he pulled his shirt over his head. Once he could see again, he stopped in his tracks. There, on his side of the bed, lay a neatly wrapped package. Curious, he walked over.

As he approached, Jake read his name in her handwriting on the card tucked under the bow. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jake pulled the package into his lap and unearthed the card.

Enjoy. xo

He sat the card beside him and tugged the bow until it fell apart. Once the ribbon was off, he lifted the lid to find a square black leather book with “For your eyes only” debossed in the middle of the cover. He ran his hand across the small words and curled his fingers around the edge to open it.

The cover page read, “Happy anniversary.” A smile graced his lips as he flipped to the next page to see her leaning out the window of his 1967 Ford Mustang parked on a scenic cliff somewhere along the coast. Her chin rested on her haphazardly folded arms, and she was smirking into the camera. Jake loved everything about it.

His smile widened as he turned the page to see her in the first of several traditional pinup poses.

She donned an open black bomber jacket that revealed just her sternum and the inner curve of her breasts. A gift from Jake to mimic his flight suit, it bore his squadron patches and a call sign patch that read “Mrs. Hangman.” She paired it with the most delicate black lace panties and garterbelt. Jake wasn’t sure how the belt was even holding up her stockings. She was perched on the hood of the car, legs on full display.

In the next photo, she was standing back to the camera, looking over her shoulder, clutching a soapy sponge against ‘Stang, the nickname they gave his vintage muscle car. A smirk curled Jake’s mouth as he noticed she was clad in the infamous black triangle bikini and high-waisted cutoff denim shorts.

The outfit took him back to the day he came home to find her washing ‘Stang in the driveway. His heart began to race as he thought about her riding his lap in the front seat parked in the garage. The mental replay had him shifting in his seat. For a minute, he tried to think about less sexy things to keep himself together. After all, he still needed to get ready for dinner.

Clearing his throat, he thumbed further through the montage, enjoying each pose of his favorite duo.

The upcoming page was thicker than the previous ones. Interest further piqued, he turned it to learn it was the middle of the book and folded out twice its size.

“Holy…” he trailed off as he unfurled the centerfold to reveal her draped naked across the hood. ‘Stang’s shiny chrome grill with the iconic wild mustang galloping in the center was the least impressive part of the image.

She was casual yet sultry with her elbows resting on the hood and her temple pressed against the knuckles of her interlaced hands as she stared at Jake from the page. Her biceps strategically covered her nipples, but left the bottom swells of her breasts exposed. Suddenly, Jake had cottonmouth.

When his gaze fell upon her barely parted pouty lips, he felt a sudden rush of blood to his lap. Her hair was also mussed just right and her skin had a certain glow, reminding him of how she often looked after they fucked.

Next, he was drawn to the slope of her shoulders that led to her back then her waist and finally rolled up her perfectly shaped ass. The soft curves of her thighs trailed to the backs of her knees where her legs extended off the hood, jutting into toned calves and ending with perfectly pedicured toes.

Jake’s fingers traced her figure on the page. His mind autofilling the feel of each curve.

“Do you like it?” Jake jumped up, nearly dropping the book. Instead, he caught it by the pages. Terrified, he inspected it and found no damage. Once he was sure his gift was ok, he looked at his wife in the doorway.

Immediately, he did a double take as she leaned against the door jamb, donning the bomber jacket outfit from the book.

She swaggered over to Jake, and together, they sat back down on the edge of the bed. She sidled up to him so she was pressed against his side, a hand planted behind him on the bed as Jake held the book in his lap. “We should look at the second half,” she added.

Jake looked between her and the book. “Do we have time?” He was thinking about their dinner reservation.

Her smile said it all. She folded the pages back in, so they could browse the back half. “These are a little more intimate,” she added.

His mouth fell open as she flipped the page to reveal herself nude and laying upside down in the driver’s seat. Her forearms tastefully covered her breasts as her hands cupped her neck. Head hanging off the seat, her hair cascaded out the open door. Her long legs reached up to the ceiling, the balls of her feet anchoring her.

Mesmerized, Jake held the book as she reached across him to reveal another set of images. On the left, ‘Stang’s hood was open, and she was leaning into it with one leg popped. All her scandalous bits in shadow, but the lighting perfectly shone the silhouetted curves of her backside and supple breasts.

On the right was a straight-on view of her wide hips, round ass and long legs as she leaned into the trunk. Of course, she was naked, but her core was shadowed perfectly to keep the image in good taste.

They finished the rest of the book, her flipping pages as Jake stared in awe. In his wildest dreams he had not thought about having a keepsake of professionally shot images of his wife and vintage car.

She closed the book and slid it off his lap, revealing an impressive bulge. A smile pulled her lips as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. His green eyes were dark with lust. “We’re gonna have to skip dinner…” he trailed off, as she straddled his lap.

“That was the plan.” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

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ughgoaway · 4 months

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matty leaving the studio early and bringing teacher girlie a travel mug of peppermint tea to the school during her lunch breaks when shes early on in the pregnancy because he knows how nauseous shes been 🥺

Oh, this is SO SWEET. I just know Matty would be doing absolutely everything he could to make sure you were as happy as you could be, pregnancy is rough as fuck (from what I've heard lmao) so he does whatever little things he can to make it better.

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You've probably been violently nauseous the first trimester, the only thing you can stomach is peppermint tea and crackers. So imagine your disappointment when you get to work, and there's no peppermint tea left in the cupboard. Despite you labelling it a thousand times, someone had stolen it.

You fight the tears brewing and take a deep breath, you almost text Matty to complain to him but you are starting to feel bad about how much he is dealing with from you.

Every morning you wake up and immediately rush to the bathroom to vomit, to say the morning sickness has been bad would be the understatement of the century. And each time, despite your protests, Matty comes to sit with you. Sometimes he rubs your back or holds your hair but mostly he just sits with you. And once you're done coughing up your guts, he escorts you back to bed and doesn't let you get up until he's made you some herbal tea.

He kisses your forehead with a cheesy smile as you hands you your tea, and feels his heart flutter each time you grin up at him before taking your first sip. Matty always waits for you to take one sip, he loves the little happy wiggle you do each time. It was the little things like that that made him fall so unbelievably in love with you. And you doing those same things whilst pregnant with his child? well, lets just say the fact that he's not just staring at you lovesick all day is impressive.

But you're feeling pretty high maintenance about it all, despite Matty assuring you he would do this and more if it made you even fractionally happier. so you don't message. You take a shaky breath and shut the cupboard, going back to your classroom with no tea and trying to prepare for the energy of god knows how many 5-year-olds.

When lunch swings around and you finally get 5 minutes of silence, you once again feel like crying. God pregnancy hormones were making you a fucking mess. you felt as if your brain was swimming in them, and you weren't even that far along.

The kids had been gone for just 10 minutes when you get a knock at your door, and you assume it's one of them coming back to annoy you. You love them, but you sometimes just need time away.

However, it was literally your job to look after them, so you plaster on a faux smile and say, “Come in!” in your fakest sweet voice.

You can't hide the gasp of surprise that escapes you when Matty walks in, he's wearing the leather jacket and douchey rockstar sunglasses combo you loved so much, and holding your favourite travel mug.

He pulls his glasses off with a smile, pressing a kiss on your head when he finally reaches your desk. “Hi my love, just popping in to drop you some peppermint tea. Assumed you wouldn't get a second over lunch to grab your own, and I know how nauseous you've been so I brought it from the studio for you” he softly says, leaning on your desk and stroking your cheek with his cold hands.

“But the studio is so far from here?” you say, sipping the tea happily. And Matty can't hide the Cheshire cat-like grin that pulls at his cheek when he sees you do that little happy wiggle he loves so much.

“I know, but I had to come and see my girls! And this little one of course. Saw Annie running around like a maniac outside already” Matty rubs your stomach with a grin on his face, flicking his eyes from your face to your bump. He was obsessed with your little bump, even though you're only a few months along matty insists on having his hands on you whenever he can.

You immediately tear up at his words, and you can't help but let them fall, borderline sobbing in the middle of your classroom over some tea.

Matty immediately snaps into overprotective dad/boyfriend mode, “Woah woah woah. Whats up sweetheart? You okay? Is the baby bothering you or something?” he crouches next to your chair and tries to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks, but they keep streaming as you blubber and sob even harder at his words.

You try to give him a coherent response, but nothing apart from vaguely word-sounding gibberish leaves your lips, matty gives you a worried look and pulls you into his neck. Rubbing your back gently and shushing you softly, “Oh it's okay darling, whatever it is we can fix it okay? Do you not want the tea? Because I can go throw it away right now” he assures you, pulling your head from his neck and holding your face between his hands.

His worried eyes scan your features, desperately trying to figure out what made you suddenly burst into tears. You sniffle and eventually, your tears stop falling, now you just have wet pink cheeks and a slightly snotty nose.

You suck in a shaky breath before answering Matty, “No no, it's perfect. You're perfect.” you say, smiling at him with love swimming in your eyes.

Matty smiles bashfully and goes to wave you off, but before he can start speaking again, you cut in, “No, I really mean it. You have just been the most perfect boyfriend I could ask for. I don't know how you knew I needed peppermint tea right now, but you did. And you came out of your way to bring it to me. Just love you a lot, s’all” You feel your cheeks heating up at the slightly embarrassing confession of your unbelievable love for him. But any embarrassment fades when you see the same pink flush rising on Matty's cheeks.

Very few things felt as good as making Matty Healy blush, an almost impossible task for anyone but you.

“I love you too sweetheart,” Matty whispers back at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You quickly shoot back and shake your head at him, trying not to laugh at his disgruntled pout.

“You can't kiss me! Im all gross and snotty” you pout back, wiping at your face and laughing at yourself.

“I don't care. You're the mother of my children, I always wanna kiss you” Matty smiles as he moves in again, and this time you don't pull back.

#soppy teacher au content is BACK!#(i say with this one blurb completed and 0 energy to do anymore tonight... IM SORRYYYYY </3)#matty would literally be the sweetest human ever during your pregnancy #also i hate peppermint tea but i am willing to comprise for this cute concept <333 #teacher au!#matty healy fluff #anon!

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the bucket list ✘ [twelve]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, fluff, angst, comfort, eventual smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death in later chapters.

word count: 5.5k

chapter content: heavy on the food this chapter, it's a dinner party after all! Lee Know Seungmin Changbin Jisung interactions! Alcohol consumption, Robin's back! little moments of vulnerability, a very short mention of a character's passing, friendship, friendship, friendship!

author’s note: we love friends

The apartment is quiet as you scroll through the list of recommendations that Lee Know sent you. Everything looked so intimidating, but Lee Know insisted that it would be fine, especially with both of you in the kitchen. Next to you, Jisung is on his laptop looking at options for drinks tonight.

“Do you want just one drink or do you want to offer a couple?” Jisung’s finger flicks the mousepad, looking through pretty pictures of the cocktails.

“Well,” You tear your eyes away from your phone, peering over to his screen. “There’s only going to be five of us here, right?”

Jisung nods simply, eyes never leaving his screen.

“Maybe we can find one that everyone likes?” You question, looking at him for confirmation.

“Let’s see, then.” Jisung grabs a pen, scribbling down notes on a notepad to his right. “Lee Know will want something that pairs well with the food. Seungmin likes beer. Changbin doesn’t like beer.” Jisung laughs at how incredibly difficult catering to his friends’ alcoholic beverages of choice is turning out to be.

You quietly heave a sigh and give him an anxious smile, “Why is this so hard?” You run a hand through your hair and scrunch your face before placing your forehead flat against the surface of the kitchen island.

Jisung laughs, if only to ease your stress, and rubs a soothing circle on your back. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll make something and they’re going to have to like it. They won’t have much of a choice.” He shuts his laptop and places his notebook on top of it, hopping off of his chair and bringing it back to his room. “If anything, I’ll just grab a beer for Seungmin.”

You raise your head just in time to catch him disappearing into his room. “Thanks, Ji.”

He comes back into the kitchen in a change of clothes, ready to head out. “Anytime,” Jisung looks down at his phone quickly, then places it into his pocket, heading towards the door. He opens it and Lee Know is on the other side, hand raised up mid knock.

“Oh, hey,” You perk up at the sight of Lee Know, your saviour that would help you get through the main part of the dinner party: food. “Perfect timing!”

Lee Know comes inside and kicks off his shoes by the door, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at Jisung. “Did you check my location again?”

Jisung gives a sheepish smile and waves goodbye to the both of you as he steps out, “Gonna’ go meet up with Changbin and Seungmin!” He closes the front door behind him.

Lee Know and you make your way to the grocery store, opting for a simple pasta and steak combo with a salad and charcuterie board as appetizers. You push the shopping cart in front of you, letting Lee Know guide you through the aisles.

“Thank you,” You suddenly say, turning into the oil and seasoning aisle right behind him, “for helping me out tonight.”

Lee Know looks over his shoulder before turning his attention back onto the aisle’s shelves. He reaches for a green glass bottle of olive oil. “I should be thanking you for helping Jisung out.” He places it in the cart.

“What do you mean?” You’re quick to follow after him as he walks to another aisle.

“Jisung’s circle is small, he can’t come to us with everything. I feel like you’ve been a nice change for him, someone else he can rely on.” Lee Know turns into the pasta aisle.

“It’s nothing really,” You shrug your shoulders, trying to brush off the praise. “How did you become friends with Ji?”

He places a large pack of spaghetti noodles into the cart and comes around to your side of the cart. He nods his head forward towards the produce and places his hand on the side of the cart, helping you push it. “Chan.”

“O–Oh…” The answer almost catches you by surprise and as if you feel like you’re tiptoeing around the subject, you slow your pace while pushing the cart, adding a little bit of resistance on Lee Know’s side.

He looks to you with a small smile before looking ahead again, pulling the shopping cart next to the aisle with all the leafy greens. “It’s okay. I can talk about it.” He picks up a head of cabbage, turns it around, then places it back. “I met Chan after Jisung did. I think I was almost nineteen when I met him. He was so clingy and stubborn,” Lee Know says this as if he’s annoyed, but when you pay attention to his facial features, they’re soft: eyes full of admiration and respect, the corners of his lips turned slightly as he reminisces on an old friend, “But in a good way. In the best way. Changbin met Chan before me, but was introduced to him by Han. The three of them clicked so seamlessly together, it was a wonder how they hadn’t known each other their whole lives. Seugnmin joined us shortly after I did.”

He furrowed his brow, this time leaning into the frustration, “Chan, Changbin, and Hannie I could handle. Whenever Seugnmin came around they really knew how to test my patience.” Lee Know laughs it off in the end though.

In the time he tells you all of this, he’s placed lettuce, carrots, and radishes into the cart; all ingredients for the salad. Lee Know takes you to the bread aisle and you follow him without even thinking about it, engrossed in how he spoke about him and his friends. “We were all friends. Individually and as a group. We all had different bonds with one another. So it really hurt when Chan passed.” He paused for a moment, fighting the tightness in his throat. “But Jisung and Chan… Chan was his hero. He probably felt hurt the most.”

Chan was his hero.

Something within your chest hurts at those words, like they were pulling at your heartstrings. You can’t help but to relate. Holding someone on that pedestal of ‘hero’, made you believe that nothing could harm them, they were indestructible. So when your hero falls, when you’re hero is no longer superhuman and the reality sets in that this person you’ve idolized is just a person like you, it’s tragic.

You’re left alone in the bread aisle, stuck in place, and you only realize this when Lee Know comes back into the aisle when he found you were no longer behind him. He clears his throat, gaining your attention with raised brows. He makes his way to your side and places a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ve come a long way since then.”

You nod your head and let Lee Know take the shopping cart, pushing it towards the check out. You walk beside him, your hand lazily on the side of the cart. Lee Know places some of the groceries onto the counter, looking at you with a small smile. “Thanks again. For being someone that can be there for Jisung.”

The front door opens and Jisung comes through, back first, carrying in a small dining table. On the other end of the table was Changbin. You can hear him from down the hall with how loud he was shouting. “It smells delicious in here!”

Behind them, Seungmin closes the door with a kick of his foot, in his arms a cardboard box filled with supplies from Loudmouths. “Why do you always have to yell?”

Changbin laughs and brushes Seungmin off, following Han into the small area he has for dining, placing next to the existing table. They scoot it closer so that the edges are touching. All three of them stare at the tables side by side.

Seungmin is the first to say something. “I told you it was taller.”

Han releases a huff of air through his lips, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Yes. We know. You were saying that the whole ride back.”

To alleviate the tension, Changbin pulls both of them close, wrapping his arms around their necks with a little bit of pressure to pull them close. “Guys, calm down. This is okay.” He places his palm on the new table they brought in, just barely 2 centimeters taller than the other. He places some weight on it, and when it doesn’t creek or tip over, he knocks twice on it for emphasis. “See? Sturdy. It won’t be falling apart on us in the middle of our dinner.”

You smile from the kitchen island, slicing your apples for the pie, a soft hum of classic rock playing through the television just audible enough to fill in the silence. You and Lee Know worked well in the kitchen together; granted it was mostly just you staying out of his way, but he made sure to tell you what he was doing and often asked for your assistance with chopping or washing things and asked for your opinion regarding flavors.

As Lee Know checks on his steak on the cast iron skillet, he looks over at the large pot of pasta boiling in water. “Y/N, can you check on the pasta?”

“Oh, of course!” You quickly abandon your chopping board and go to the boiling pot. With a ladle, you attempt to grab a noodle, but fail. Jisung observes you from the tables and laughs when the noodle splashes back into the pot. He makes his way to you, picking up a pair of chopsticks from a drawer, grabbing a noodle effortlessly. He blows on it, steam coming off, then bites a piece off. He offers the rest to you and you give him a quick nod before shoo’ing him out of the area.

The whole thing is so incredibly domestic, it makes Changbin giggle like a school girl, Suengmin rolls his eyes albeit with a smile on his face, and Lee Know’s expression softens.

You start on the sauce and once the aroma fills the room, Changbin is by your side. “Do you need any help?”

You give him an appreciative smile and nod your head to the apples. “Do you mind cutting those up for me?”

Seungmin laughs, “As if. He just wants to be the taste tester.” He takes your previous place by your bowl full of apples, knife in hand. “How should I cut these?”

“Thin slices.”

You sit at the table, the spread of food in front of you and the table decorated by both Seugmin and Jisung upon your request. There was definitely an attempt: a tablecloth and runner placed over both of the tables, placemats at every seat. In the center was the food: Pasta, steak, garlic bread, and a cucumber-radish salad.

Your eyes water in anticipation as Lee Know starts to cut the steak. “Lee Know, this looks so good!”

Lee Know shakes his head, nonchalantly. “I didn’t do much. You actually did most of it. I just made the steak.”

Changbin looks around at the table, noticing that everyone is in their seats – which by the way were four proper chairs and Jisung’s desk chair since he didn’t have a set of five – except Jisung. He was at the kitchen island, making a bunch of cocktails for everyone at the table. “Are you almost done? I’m hungry!”

Jisung sighs, feigning annoyance, though that’s given away with the small smile on his lips. He pours the contents of his shaker into the last two cocktail glasses. “Help me bring these over.”

Changbin gets up from his chair quickly and helps Jisung bring two over, leaving Jisung to balance two in one hand, one in the other. They go around the table, placing one at everyone’s table seat. Changbin gets back in his chair, scooting it closer to the table. His eyes follow Jisung as he makes his way to his own seat. Once Jisung sits down, Changbin smiles brightly. “Now, we eat?”

You give him a playful laugh, then nod. “Let’s eat.”

Surprisingly enough, Seungmin is the first to grab a serving of food. This makes Changbin mad, switching his plates with Seungmin to effectively be able to eat a forkful of pasta first. Seungmin clicks his tongue and points his fork at him. “What does it even matter if I eat first, it’s not like we’re taking turns!”

Jisung speaks up, his voice loud to talk over Changbin and Seungmin who were already bickering back and forth. “If you were just going to do that, what’s the point of waiting for everyone to sit down?!”

Lee Know leans over to you, seated at your left and sighs heavily. “You see what I mean?” He clears his throat before raising his voice even louder than Jisung’s. “Hey! Can’t we just have a nice dinner for once?”

The three other boys quietly look between each other. They settle back down in their seats, each with some variation of a small pout or huff. Lee Know gives them a sickly sweet smile before placing food on your own plate.

Once everyone has some food on their plate, Seungmin raises his glass in the air. “Thank you for the dinner!”

Changbin raises his own glass. “To Y/N for getting us under one roof to have a nice dinner instead of us ordering Chicken Takeout.”

Lee Know chuckles, glass raised. “To Y/N’s spontaneous trip to Korea. Come visit us, soon.”

Jisung and you steal glances at each other before you raise your own glasses. Everyone brings their hands towards the center in a cheers and takes a swig of their drink.

Seugnmin makes a face. “Ah, what is this?”

You set your glass down with a smile, looking at Jisung. “French ‘75?”

Jisung nods and stuffs his hands in his pockets, a little shy. It was the drink he made for you back at Loudmouths.

Seungmin places his drink towards the middle of the table, forcing a smile. “I think I’m okay.”

You can’t help but to laugh, quickly standing up and going to the fridge. You come back to the table with a beer in hand. Seungmin’s face lights up and happily takes it from you, twisting the top open and taking a sip. “This is more like it.”

At that moment, your phone rings. You answer it, putting the phone up to your ear. “Hey Robin. Everything okay?”

Before she can answer, Changbin clears his throat. “Who’s that?”

Immediately after, Robin asks a similar question. “Is that Jisung? Who are you with?”

Jisung answers Changbin, “Friend from home.”

You answer Robin, “Jisung and his friends.”

Changbin yells, loud enough for Robin to hear through the receiver. “Have dinner with us!”

Robin, on her end, presses a button to make the call a video one. You quickly answer and Robin is in her bright pink striped pajamas, hair up in a silk bonnet, and thick-lense glasses. The camera is facing you, so you twist your body to put the rest of the boys in frame. Changbin, Jisung, and Seungmin wave while Lee Know stares. Immediately, Robin takes off her bonnet and tosses it aside, fixing herself quickly. She clears her throat. “Oh, hey!”

You give her a small look before turning back around so that you’re the only one she can see. “It’s early for you.”

“Yeah,” she chuckles nervously. “I just wanted to see how you are. How things are going, you know.” You smile with a shake of your head, knowing exactly what she means. She wants more details about whatever is happening between you and Jisung. “But I also wanted to know when to pick you up at the airport.” You frown a little, trying not to think about that. You just wanted to have a nice dinner.

Robin picks up on the miniscule mood shift on your face and recalls the invitation Changbin threw at her. “Hey, why don’t I make breakfast for myself and we can all have a meal together. It’ll be like I’m there with you guys!”

Changbin gets up from his seat and grabs your phone, placing it against the bowl of bread on the table on the far end. “That sounds perfect!”

You don’t overthink it and instead, let it happen. You smile a little, imagining a life where Robin was actually there having dinner with everyone, your best friend and your new friends getting along. Before your mind goes into thinking about your return flight, you tune back into the conversation at the table which consisted mostly of Robin trying to get information out of Jisung and Changbin and Seungmin answering for him, leaving Lee Know laughing at how embarrassed Jisung looked.

“So you let a complete stranger stay in your place?!”

Seungmin laughed, “Yeah, that was my idea.”

The night goes on, people get tipsy, everyone gets louder. Even Robin who, when both you and Lee Know questioned her choice to drink alcohol so early in the morning, said, “Mimosas were made for the morning. If they didn’t want me to drink, they wouldn’t have made it a thing!”

“Hey, Robin, how is Y/N like back at home?” Changbin leans towards the phone’s camera.

“Ugh,” Robin dramatically rolls her eyes, taking another sip from her mimosa. “She’s always been kind of….” She pauses to think, trying to find the right words, “Type A? Throws herself into work, projects, won’t see her for days because she needs to meet a deadline. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a very hard worker!” Robin sighs and disregards the fact that you’re in the room. “

“But,” Robin continues, placing her chin in the palm of her hand, smiling into it. “She’s my best friend. She’s thoughtful and caring. I can always count on help. There are rare times where she just gets to be herself which I think is more carefree, more relaxed, less anxious.Once in college, she was pulling an all-nighter studying for a final and I called her at 3am because I was drunk and I couldn’t find my way home. She came to get me. I mean, I think we were only 4 blocks away from the dorms, but still. She didn’t have to!”

You laugh, recalling that night. “Robin. You were one block away. You said you were on the other side of town and I was about to head over there, but I found you on my way to the parking garage.”

Robin waves her hand in the air, dismissing the details of it all. “Okay, but wait, that proves my point! You would have gone all the way to the other side of town!”

“What are her bad habits?” Seungmin snickers. Throughout the course of the night, you find that Seungmin is an absolute menace; the instigator of the group.

Robin answers quickly, a little too quick to your liking. “She doesn’t sleep enough, she cracks her neck all the time because she’s sitting at a computer at her desk job 40 hours a week, she drinks way too much caffeine–”

“One of us, one of us!” Seungmin chants.

“–she says yes to almost everything so she often takes way too much on her plate, she’s one hundred percent a workaholic–”

You clear your throat, loudly, trying to get her attention. When Robin starts, it’s hard for her to stop. “Robin, can we go back to how I’m a nice person?”

Robin rolls her eyes with a smile. “Her biggest flaw is that she doesn’t let people know how she’s really feeling and doesn’t ask for help. I feel like Y/N has made this person of who she’s supposed to be in her head and if she’s not that, then she feels like she’ll just fall to pieces.”

As Robin speaks about you, a frown starts to settle on your lips. You didn’t know how obvious you were being. You thought you hid it well. You look around the room, worried about how the others may think about you now. Jisung particularly is looking at you with a sad look on his face. He hates that you’ve had to basically put yourself on auto-pilot for you to keep going.

Lee Know shifts in his seat, playing with the leftover food on his plate. Hearing about you and how you are in your typical environment reminds of him Jisung used to be. He feels a little uneasy, thinking about his own best friend during those times, but finds solace remembering that Jisung pulled out of it. He doesn’t know you well, but he hopes you either have already or will find your way.

“She’s a gem, she truly is. So I will throw hands if someone comes for my girl”. Robin shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly as she sips again on her mimosa, casually waving the butterknife she was using to spread her avocado on her toast in view of the camera.

Changbin nods. He gets it, that’s how he feels about any of his friends. At the end of the day, if they were in trouble, he’d be there in a heartbeat.

Suddenly, a sweet aroma fills the air. Changbin inhales deeply and his whole face lights up. “That smells like dessert!”

As you make your way to the oven to take the pie out to rest, you call over your shoulder. “Apple pie!”

Jisung sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, “We went apple picking yesterday and I was wondering what we were going to do with all the apples. I told her, I'm going to be eating apples even long after you’re gone! Honestly, I was thinking of bringing some apples to the cafe or even the bar so that they wouldn’t go bad, maybe there’s a cocktail i could make that I could garnish with apple slices.”

Suengmin laughs at Jisung’s rambling.

Robin gasps, voice a little higher with how tipsy she is. “Y/N made you guys her apple pie?!”

“I did, but it probably won’t be ready for a while. I’ve got to let it rest, so maybe I’ll just send it home with you guys.”

Robin whines, “Man, you better make me a pie when you get home! I swear, guys, it’s so so good! It will ruin every other apple pie for you ever because nothing will taste as sweet, as perfectly soft and gooey with that perfect amount of crunch in the crust as her apple pie!”

Ever the queen of dramatics, Robin places her head down on her dining room table.

A couple of simple drinking games ensues, Robin opting out since she had mentioned she had errands to do and that she still wanted to be a functioning human being in broad daylight. Eventually, Robin leaves, citing that a little tipsy shopping never hurt anyone.

You check the time, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. It was already 2am.

“Pie!” You exclaim, standing up and steadying yourself on Jisung’s shoulders before making your way to the kitchen. Everything is a little wobbly, but mostly funny, not only to you, but to the guys too who are laughing at you between asking if you were okay and if you needed help.

“Nono, it’s okay!” You reassure them. You don’t want to interrupt whatever riveting conversation they were having.

“Jisung is so bad at sports!” Seungmin blurts out, laughing immediately after.

“Oh he’s terrible!” Changbin doesn’t join in the laughter and instead groans, tossing his head back in his chair, arms dangling at his side.

“Hey!” Jisung playfully stomps his foot on the ground, gently banging his fist on the table. “I’m not that bad! We just never had even teams before so I always volunteered to sit out.”

“You can’t kick a ball to save your life!” Changbin yaps back.

“Take that back!” Jisung’s brows furrow.

“Hannie, you can kick a ball as far as Seungmin can throw you.” Lee Know tries to stifle his laughter, opting to give Jisung a raised brow in suspicion. Eventually, his lips twitch and it gives out, no longer concealing his laughter. Changbin points and laughs at Lee Know’s slip-up which in turn makes Jisung laugh along with them.

As you cut the pie and place them on paper plates for everyone, you take the time to observe the four of them. Sure they were bickering, but it looked like banter between best friends. You could see the small up turn Jisung’s lips that eventually evolve into a gummy smile as his eyes turn into half crescents, head tossed back in laughter. Seungmjn’s eyes start to crinkle at the sides whenever he grinned wide, smile lines showing in his cheeks. Changbin’s high-pitched cackle as he braces himself against the edge of the table, the front two legs of his chair lifting as he balances himself on its hind legs, his whole body shaking in merriment. Lee know’s brow isn’t furrowed, no menacing smile, he just watches the younger three with an admiring expression on his face, giggles escaping the grown man every so often that would become a full-on belly laugh.

You bring the first two plates of pie over to the dining table before Jisung scrambles out of his chair to help you. You thank him and place the two slices in front of Changbin and Lee Know. This time, Changbin takes his spoon in hand but waits for everyone to be seated.

Jisung brings the rest over, placing yours in front of you as you take your seat, then Seungmin’s and thin his own.

Changbin looks around the table and the moment Jisung even touches the back of his chair, he takes a spoonful and shoves it into his mouth. His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Oh my god, this is so good.” He quickly shovels in another spoonful.

Seungmin takes a small bite before going into the kitchen, straight for Jisung’s coffee maker. “This would be so good with an Iced Americano.”

Lee Know eats his pie quietly, smiling between bites. When Changbin looks around for more, he offers Changbin his place and gets up for another slice of his own.

Jisung takes a piece of his slice and brings it over to your lips, his free hand underneath to make sure no crumbs fall to the floor. The pink tint on your cheeks from the alcohol deepens and you lean forward to take the bite. You sigh in relief, tasting how delicious it truly was. Sometimes you get worried that people are just being nice about your desserts, but you could firmly say that this was one of the best apple pies you’ve ever made.

Right after, Jisung takes a bite of his slice and similarly to Changbin, melts into his seat, his posture slouching as he nearly slides off of his desk chair. “Robin was so right, I’m going to be dreaming of this apple pie the rest of my life.”

Seungmin comes back with his iced glass of Americano, leaning his head down between yours and Jisung’s with a smug look on his face. He’s enjoyed watching the two of you for the majority of the night: the way you and Jisung will catch each other’s eyes and hold your glance for just a beat longer than normal friends would, how Jisung lets you know he’s right behind you with a gentle hand at the lower part of your back, the couple of times of times you’ve slipped your hand under the table to rest your hand on his thigh whenever he got a little too loud, a little too excited, in an attempt to avoid another knock on the door from a neighbor complaining about the noise . “Just get married so you don’t have to leave.”

It was a light hearted joke, you knew that.

So why did it kind of sting?

Seungmin is at the sink, finishing up the last of the dishes. Jisung and Lee Know are struggling to get Changbin out the front door as he sways back and forth. Changbin waves goodbye to you and Lee Know offers an apologetic smile. “Have a safe flight.”

You wave them goodbye, “Make sure he gets to the car safely!”

The door closes behind them and Seungmin laughs, drying his hands on a towel at the sink. “He had a lot to drink tonight.”

“Three drinks?” You lean yourself on the counter, chuckling lowly.

“Hey, three drinks is a lot for some people.” He laughs with you, then holds up his hand in an oath-like way. “I’ll get him home safely. He just needs to sleep it off.”

“Good. Get yourself home safe too, it’s late.” You glance at your phone, noticing the time. It was nearly 4am. “Hopefully you’re not starting shift at the cafe tomorrow.”

Seungmin shakes his head, gathering the to-go boxes of pie he had made for himself. “Nope.” His fingers play with the seams of the box, a little bit of awkward silence filling the air between you. “Um,” Seungmin hesitates for a little, then clears his throat, as if finding his words finally. “Hey, I’m not going to pretend to know what happened, but I just wanted to ask if you’re okay.”

Seungmin really doesn’t know anything about your life. Just your name and the story about your spontaneous trip to Korea. Jisung kept the details of your life private, only letting Lee Know that you were going through a hard time. But Seungmin knows enough about loss to know that it’s important to check on the people around you. He knows you’re only here for vacation and that it’s coming to an end, but he wishes that weren’t the case. Though Seungmin would never admit it, he trusts in Jisung’s sense of character and if you were someone special to Jisung, you were someone special to him, too.

You offer him a smile and he takes it for what it is. A little sad, but mostly hopeful. “Yeah, I think I am.”

Seungmin nods, satisfied with your answer. “I know this whole trip for you was mostly unplanned and you definitely didn’t expect to meet 3 highly obnoxious men – and me, of course –, but I hope you can consider us friends.”

You can’t help but give him a genuine wide smile. “I do.”

“Good.” Seungmin quickly grabs your phone beside you. He gives it to you so you can unlock it, then takes it back, entering his details in. “Friends reach out to each other and ask for help.” He reaches out his hand for you to take your phone back. “No matter where they are.”

You take your phone from his hand and place it on the table in front of you, staring at it momentarily before looking up at Seungmin.

Just then, Jisung comes back through the door, running his hands through his hair. “How is Changbin the biggest and most fit out of us but such a lightweight?”

Seungmin laughs and takes his to-go boxes with him. “Because at the end of the day, he’s just a big baby.”

Jisung pats Seungmin on the shoulder as he heads out. “You good?”

Seungmin rolls his eyes. This wasn’t the first time he’s had to drive Changbin home. He’s often the designated driver in these situations. “Getting Changbin home is not the issue. Getting him upstairs and into his bed is.”

The door closes behind him and it’s just you and Jisung in his apartment.

Jisung walks over to you, placing his hands on your hips. “I hope it wasn’t too much for you. I know my friends and I can be a lot.”

You smile and shake your head, your hands sliding up his chest to clasp together behind his neck. “No! Not at all! It was fun. We basically stayed up –”

Jisung raises a quizzical brow at you. “What’s wrong?”

Your smile grows wider as you recall the leather bound notebook in your bag. “Stay Up All Night Talking. That was on my mom’s bucket list!”

Jisung brings you closer for a hug, wrapping his arms around the small of your back. “We got to accomplish not only something on your mom’s list, but yours too.”

You lean into him, sighing contentedly. You close your eyes and Jisung starts to sway you to the imaginary tune playing. You want to stay in this moment forever: dancing in his apartment, the morning sun starting to peek through the tall buildings in the window.

“Jisung?” “Hmm?”

“You’ve got some really good friends around you.” You mean it, he really does. You can tell how much Lee Know, Changbin, and Seungmin care about him. You’re happy, too, because leaving him was going to hurt a little less knowing he was surrounded by such love.

Jisung chuckles and it echoes in his chest, tickling your ear. “They’re your friends now, too.”

You take a moment to let that sink in. Changbin, Lee Know, Seungmin are your friends. They have shown you, a complete foreigner to them and their country, nothing but kindness. Jisung, too. Especially Jisung. He has made the past two weeks fun, exciting, spontaneous. But he's also made it safe, warm, welcoming. With the end of your trip coming up, you are unsure of what it means for you and Jisung, but regardless, you know that you have a friend in him.

ending author’s notes: the more i've worked on this chapter, the more I've become pretty excited for the next two. I've always known how this was going to end, but I think writing this one has really shaped the next two. See you for the next chapter!

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Eddie Munson, Boy Scout

Part two here! Part three here! Part four here!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, asks you to go camping with him, and (while he is wildly sweet) it makes you realize you’re not used to being taken care of. Eddie x reader

Content: Angst?? Fluff?? Idk what to categorize this as?

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Am I very obviously processing my feelings about volume two alongside my own emotional issues? Yeah babes. Anyway, fuck canon,, smut parts of this to come later

“Eddie,” you whine, sweat beading down your back, “how much longer?” “Quit your whining, princess,” Eddie calls over his shoulder. He’s walking in front of you, his dark colored clothes almost blending into the trees around the two of you. You can see traces of the blue sky between the very tops of the trees, but down here, feet trudging through the carpeting of discarded leaves and pine needles and dirt, the air seems thicker, darker, as it winds in between tree trunks.

Last week, Eddie had asked you at your regular breakfast date if you wanted to go camping with him today. “There’s a football game that night,” he had said, eating his scrambled eggs with syrup (one of the kids in Hellfire Club had recommended the nauseating combo and, you did have to admit, the syrup made your goodbye kisses even sweeter). “Everyone will be at the game, so it’ll be nice and quiet out there. I’ll bring everything we need–you just bring yourself.” He had grinned as he said this, leaning forward a bit and slightly puckering his lips. While you weren’t exactly a fan of camping, you would have to be stupid to say no to a night of starlight and Eddie. “Okay,” you had said, shrugging, “but you had better make me some s’mores.” He had laughed at that, reaching over the table to hold your hand. He had spent the rest of the morning in silence, watching you eat your breakfast with a gleam in his eyes, his thumb stroking long, rough lines over the back of your hand.

But this morning had come sooner than you had anticipated. When you woke up this morning, your stomach had constricted with anxiety over spending the night out in the Hawkins’ woods. You had picked out a few pieces of clothes to bring for tomorrow, as well as your truly necessary toiletries–toothbrush, toothpaste, and hair brush were first on the list. The drive out had been quiet, Eddie quietly tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he took you farther and farther from civilization. Now, on the trail, you’re sweating in the unreasonably warm November sunshine. Eddie had cautioned you to wear “light layers” so you could strip as needed–a possibility he seemed particularly excited by–but you had decided to wear nothing but jeans and an oversized jacket, zipped up over one of Eddie’s Hellfire shirts. Eddie, on the other hand, was dressed like you had never seen him before: his jeans didn’t have a single hole, both the long sleeved shirt and the short sleeved one he wore over it looked relatively unstained, and–most startling of all–his hair had been pulled back into a long, low ponytail. “Eddie,” you called ahead again. “I’m so serious, where are we even going?” Eddie stopped, setting down his full-to-bursting backpack, and turned towards you. “We’re going to my favorite little secret spot–seriously, it’s going to blow your mind,” he said excitedly. His hands fidgeted at his sides, silver rings glinting, and when you got close enough he immediately reached out to squeeze your fingers with his. “Okay, but how far is it? We passed Skull Rock over an hour ago.” You couldn’t keep the slight whiny note out of your voice. In your defense, it was much hotter than you had anticipated, and you were sweating, and you had really only even agreed to do this so you could spend the night curled up with Eddie– “We’re practically there, princess,” Eddie said, a note of reproach in his voice. “It takes me about forty minutes on my own, so I figure we’ve got about twenty minutes left at your pace.”

“Are you…calling me slow?” You asked, mock incredulously. “Only in speed, babygirl,” Eddie grinned. “I don’t hold it against you–not everyone can be as outdoorsy as I am.” “Outdoorsy?” You say, smiling slightly as your eyebrows raise. “You were in the boy scouts for one summer, Eddie.” “Yeah, well, I learned morse code, how to read a compass, and the best knots to use,” he said, a devilish grin sneaking over his lips as he mentions his rope-tying skills. “What more do you need?” “I’ll show you outdoorsy,” you grumbled to yourself, tightening the straps on the backpack Eddie had given you. You began to stride confidently in the same direction the two of you had been walking, forcing your legs to power down the worn trail at a faster pace than before. After a few minutes, Eddie called out to you: “Babygirl, where are you going?” You stopped. You sighed. You blinked. “Where am I supposed to be going?” “Over to the left, my lady love,” he said, laughing. “We’re going off the trail?” You asked. You waited as Eddie came to stand next to you, intertwining his fingers through yours. “The best places–and people–are always a little bit off the beaten path,” he said quietly, ducking his mouth down towards your ear. You huffed out a sigh of mixed exhaustion and desire. “Lead the way, Munson,” you said, and he tugged your arm slightly as he led you forward.

Finally, Eddie came to a halt, pulling his backpack off his broad shoulders and setting it next to a small circle made of rocks. “Alright, princess,” he says, grinning at you, “This is the place.” You pull your own backpack off, setting it next to his, and do a slow circle to take in your surroundings. Somehow, Eddie has led you to the very edge of what you assume is Lover’s Lake, though you’ve never been to this side before. There are plenty of tall trees and heavily wooded forest on one side of you, and the water is lapping quietly where the grass turns into soft mud. “This is…beautiful, Eddie.” Your voice comes out hushed–the air around you is so still that you feel that to disturb it would be to sin. You look at Eddie again, and he is radiant. The slight sheen of sweat on his face is glowing with the joy in his eyes as he takes a few steps towards you, bringing his hands up to your waist. “I’m glad you like it,” he says, voice equally quiet–possibly the most quiet you’ve ever heard him–and you bring your own hands up to rest on his forearms. “How’d you find it?” You ask. “Running from the law,” he says, shrugging. You giggle at his words, his bad boy persona that doesn’t quite fit the man you know. “I started coming out here a few years ago,” he says. “I made the campfire ring so I could always find my spot.” You purse your lips at him, leaning your head slightly to the side. He always thinks about the details, your Eddie. “It’s nice,” he says, thumbs brushing over your hips as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth just slightly, “to share these things with you.” You blush slightly and smile back at him. “Thank you for bringing me here.” Eddie leans in slowly to brush his lips, feather light, over yours. Your hands tighten around his forearms as you lean into the kiss, trying to deepen it as you slightly open your lips, but he pulls back.

“Wait,” Eddie says, pulling back. “I want to show you something. Up for more hiking?” The groan that comes from between your lips is completely involuntary. “Okay, okay,” Eddie says, laughing and stepping back from you. “Maybe after dinner.” “Oh!” You say, delightedly. “Munson’s going to cook for me?” Eddie cocks an eyebrow high. “My lady, I am practically a four star chef when it comes to camping.” You laugh, the noise sending a few birds scattering out of the trees. “Alright, I’m looking forward to it,” you say, grinning. “What can I do to help?” Eddie puts you to work quickly, unpacking the backpack you’ve been carrying as he unpacks his own. Yours, you find, has the tent and a mallet, bottles of water, and a few firestarters, as well as the spare change of clothes and toiletries you brought, tangled together with Eddie’s. Eddie's own bag has apparently been packed with the various groceries he had brought for dinner, as well as a small portable grate to set over the fire, a lightweight pan, more water, and– “Eddie,” you ask, “did you just pull out a hatchet? And condoms?” “Well yeah, princess,” Eddie says, eyebrows furrowed. “Why?” You ask, face scrunched in confusion. Eddie froze, eyes wide like a startled doe. “Oh, shit,” he said, “Did I make an assumption? Incorrectly? I didn’t mean to offend you, it just seemed like–well, I mean, we’re out here all alone–” Eddie’s hand has found its way up the side of his neck, fisting and then stretching his fingers out long behind his ear, leaving bright red scratch marks along his neck as he draws his fingers back into a fist on the side of his neck.

“Eddie,” you say, quickly, trying to stop him from panicking more than necessary, “It’s just–we don’t…really use condoms. I’m still on the pill. You know that, right?” Eddie’s hand lowers to his side, and his eyes meet yours again. “Yeah,” he says, relief coloring his voice. “I know, I just wanted to be prepared. In case you forgot to bring them or something.” You laugh at the slight blush that dances over his cheekbones and pull the small, circular compact out of your jacket pocket. “Trust me, I’m not forgetting this.” Eddie’s eyes crinkle at the corners and he turns back to his backpack. “Okay,” you say, “But are you going to explain the hatchet?” “Oh,” Eddie says, looking back up at you. “Self-defense first, babygirl, branches for the fire second.” You shake your head, almost rolling your eyes at him. Eddie was almost always overprepared, as made evident by both his unnecessary condoms and his apparent weapon of choice.

As the sun starts to descend in the sky, you’ve finished setting up the campsite and you hear Eddie calling out to you. He had to help you with most of the tent set-up, tying knots and hammering poles into the ground. He had gotten too warm at one point, stripping the short sleeved shirt off over his long one, and you hadn’t been able to stop your eyes from lingering on the slight darkness where sweat had colored the fabric straight down the planes of his stomach. Eddie had caught you looking at the sweat on his shirt and had lifted the hem to wipe his brow, letting his shirt fall to reveal a grin, a look of “caught ya!” on his face. You had flushed and turned away, rolling your eyes. After he had gotten the tent erected, he had told you to “domesticate away” while he went to find dead, dried branches to break down for the fire. You had pulled the two sleeping bags loose from the bottoms of the backpacks, thrilled to find that Eddie had rolled each of them around thin, foam mats to sleep on top of. While settling the mats in the tent, you noticed that they each still had price tags on them from The War Zone, the neon numbers higher than you would have guessed. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, thinking about how much preparation Eddie had put into this night for you, before settling the sleeping bags close together.

Eddie’s head popped through the tent’s opening. “Darling,” he said, grinning at you widely. “It’s dinner time.” His grin was borderline manic, his teeth bared like a wolf out of some children’s storybook as he slowly tilted his head to the side. You stood up from where you had been kneeling on the floor, reaching out to take the hand he extended to you. “As pretty as you look on your knees,” Eddie said, lips turned in a crooked grin, “I’ve got better ideas for what you can do with your mouth right now.” He pulled you out of the tent, back into the open air where the sun was dropping closer and closer to the water of Lover’s Lake. “Still about thirty minutes until sunset,” Eddie said as the two of you walked to the campfire. The smell of campfire smoke had mixed with spices and food, and your stomach rumbled loudly as you inhaled, long and deep. “God, that smells fucking amazing,” you said. Eddie turned to you, mock seriousness on his face. “Old Munson family recipe,” he said, “Only a privileged few ever get to taste it.” The two of you sat down in the grass, cross legged next to each other and began eating the meal he had prepared. After you had eaten enough to stave off your stomach’s bullying and complimented Eddie’s cooking skills, you looked at him.

“Hey,” you said, “there were stickers on those foam mattresses still.” “Oh,” Eddie said casually, “I guess I forgot to take them off.” “I left them on–in case you wanted to return them or something.” Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Why would I do that?” “I mean, the price on those stickers? Eddie, that’s kind of expensive. You didn’t buy them…just for us, right?” You were suddenly embarrassed at the words as they came out of your mouth. The idea of Eddie spending any money–much less the considerable amount he had clearly spent on the mattresses, as well as the other groceries and necessities for the night, made you feel awkward and just…like a burden. You felt like a burden when you thought about Eddie taking time out of his day to shop for this trip for you. You felt like a burden when you thought about Eddie spending his money on you. You felt like a burden when you thought about Eddie chopping up branches and cooking a meal for you. “Of course I bought them just for us,” Eddie said, a slight smile on his face while his forehead betrayed his confusion. “In fact,” he said, laughing now, “I plan on making them absolutely non-refundable by the time we leave tomorrow.”

Eddie laughed, truly tossed his head back and cackled. When he looked at you again, the mirth on his face slipped suddenly into shock. “Princess?” He asked. “Are you okay?” Maybe it was the campfire smoke, but your eyes had started to water. You sniffled once, pathetically, and reached up to brush the underside of your nose with a fist. “Mm-hmm,” you mumbled. “Just fine.” Maybe Eddie would have been fooled by this lie, too, if you hadn’t immediately felt tears slipping down your cheeks. “Hey, hey,” Eddie said, panic clear on his face as he reached out for you. He wrapped his long arms around your shoulders as they shook, his rough fingers squeezing your skin. “What’s the matter, babygirl?” He murmured, pressing your head into his chest. His hand stroked your hair while the other kept your shoulder pressed to his body as you shook, physically shook, with the power of the sobs breaking out of your chest. “Shhh,” he whispered, continuing to pet your hair, “You’re okay, it’s okay.” You continued to cry, letting the whimpers and heaving inhales of breath force their way out of your body as you birthed your sadness into the world, recognizing it fully for the first time. As you quieted, your shaking shoulders starting to still, Eddie took his hand from your shoulder and placed it under your chin, the cool metal of his rings sharp against the heat of your face. His fingers, rough with guitar-string calluses, tilted your face up to look at him. The blur in your vision couldn’t hide Eddie’s concern from you. “Princess,” he whispered, “What’s the matter?” You took a deep breath, feeling your lungs shake with it. “Did I fuck up?” Eddie asked. “I can fix it, whatever it is. Just tell me what to fix.” You shook your head. “No,” you said, voice still shaky from the sobs that had only just quieted, “Not you. It’s me.”

“What do you mean, princess? What’s you?” Eddie’s face made you feel so guilty. The way his warm, brown eyes glowed in the evening sunlight, his loose curls catching the gleam of the glowing sunlight; all you wanted to do was love him and love him the right way. Eddie deserved so much to be loved, and to be loved correctly. “I don’t know how to do this, Eddie,” you said, a small gasp finding its way out of your throat alongside the words. “Do what?” “Love you the way you should be loved.” Eddie pushed your frame back, ever so slightly. “What do you mean?” His face had turned serious, suddenly, dropping any humor or lightness that had still been visible. “You’re so good to me, Eddie and I just– I just–” Eddie interrupted you, his face hard. “If you’re going to break up with me, please just do it now.” He closed his eyelids as he said these words, cutting you off from your honeyed brown guides to his heart. “What?” You gasped. His words snapped you out of your own head; how in the hell could Eddie Munson think you were breaking up with him? “I’m not–Jesus H. Christ, Eddie, I’m not breaking up with you,” you hissed. His eyes snapped open again. “Really?” “Yeah, of course, Eddie.” “Oh, thank fuck,” he said, his chest moving with the release of the heavy breath that came out of his lungs. You wiped your nose again, and he asked “So what is the problem, then? If it’s not me?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking hard at the grass between his legs and yours. “I just–I don’t think anyone has ever taken care of me like this. I don’t think anyone has ever loved me enough to make sure I didn’t have to take care of myself all the time. And I feel like I’m a burden to you,” here, you ignored Eddie’s sharp inhale and continued, “because you’re thinking about me and taking care of me, and I just feel like I’m not doing enough to show you that I love you too.” The two of you had never said those three words before–at least, not out loud. You had said them in a million other ways–like when Eddie ordered your breakfast for you, asking you if it had been “a pancake week or a hashbrowns week” as soon as you sat down in the bleary early morning sunshine coming through the diner windows; when he held you, tightly, as you cried over whatever stupid movie you had forced him to rent that night and kissed your head while lecturing you about choosing sad stories; when you found his guitar on the bed and moved her, reverently, back over the mirror; when you went to his Corroded Coffins shows every week, even though the drunks at the bar creeped you out; when you asked him to take a picture of you, a joint hanging between your lips and his guitar held over your body to cover your exposed skin as you laid on his mattress and he snapped two polaroids to keep one for himself; when he asked you to stay the night the first time and he snuck out of bed twenty minutes later to put a load of towels and your clothes in the washing machine so you could feel clean in the morning. You knew without any doubts that you and Eddie Munson loved each other, the kind of love that brands itself into your heart so you can never be truly free of it again, even if you want to be.

But now you had spoken the words out loud, and you had decided to tell Eddie you loved him in the midst of your nervous breakdown. God, you thought to yourself, I am just fucking this all up. You were still staring at the grass, waiting–hoping, hell, maybe even praying–for Eddie’s response. His hands entered your line of vision, his silver rings glinting in the sunlight as he placed his fingers on your knees. “Babygirl.” His voice was warm and deep, like the quiet crackling of the campfire next to you. “You are not a burden to me,” Eddie said, squeezing your knees. You tilted your head up, looking at him. Your eyes met the warm brown of his, and you were shocked to see that they were red-rimmed with tears. “I love you so much,” he said. “You do things for me too–not that you have to, but you’re not a burden. I just…I want to do nice things for you. Because I love you.” Your heart jolted so hard in your chest that it felt like it had cracked on the impact of his words, shattering the fear you had been feeling. You could feel your anxiety, your fear that you were simply too much, melting and sliding down your spine to pool in your core. For whatever reason, despite already knowing it, you couldn’t get past his last words. “You love me?” You asked. “Princess,” Eddie said, “I would go to the ends of the earth for you.” At this, you leaned forward slightly. Eddie noticed the slight shift in your body, leaning towards you as well. His mouth met yours, gently and cautiously tasting the tears that had slid over your lips as you sobbed. You reached your hand up, curling your fingers into his hair as you let your lips fall open against his. His kiss intensified, his nose pushing into the skin of your cheeks as his tongue pressed between your lips to taste your mouth. “Eddie Munson,” you say, pulling back for a moment. “You’re my hero.” At this, Eddie throws his head back, laughing loudly. “I’m no hero,” he says, grinning, “But I’ll be anything for you.”

#feral fics #my fic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson angst #Eddie Munson fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #stranger thing s4

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momowritings · 18 days

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Love Bites pt. 5

The holidays are right around the corner...

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an absentminded but affectionate gesture since she couldn’t actually feel the kiss through your hoodie and beanie covering your head, but you warmed up from it nonetheless.

“You’re doing fine..."

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Chapter Five: Pumpkin Spice

The warmth of Toji’s hand sears through your gloves even in the nipping cold. You look around in the skating rink and see a little girl in a sparkly pink jumpsuit who is doing a camel spin before evolving it into a salchow. Your eyes couldn't even keep up with how many rotations the child was completing, and you weren't sure if cheering her on would distract her or not. You watch in amazement before she realizes that the little girl who’s finally slowing down is Nobara, one of Megumi’s friends. She hadn’t recognized her for a moment because her copper hair was tucked inside of her beanie.

“That was beautiful,” you compliment and Nobara beams up at you before giving a curtsy. You were about to give another comment before you lost your balance again. You stumbled forward, trying to steady yourself, but fell short and the ice below you was rushing up to your face fast. Luckily for you, Toji was a steady boulder who was quick to hook his hand underneath your arm to prevent you from ending up in the hospital.

“Thank you,” you giggle. “This is much harder than they make it look,” you say sheepishly when you are finally standing up straight. When Toji invited you out to come skating you agreed without hesitation, then later realized that you had never gotten on ice for any recreational business. You tried to look it up online to prepare, but it was hard if you didn’t have any skates to practice on your own. You were relieved to see that you weren't the only person unable to skate in the rink, but it was still a little embarrassing.

“Follow my feet,” Toji says, gliding in front of her to grasp both of your hands tightly. Toji wasn’t wearing his usual suits, instead opting for an all grey sweatshirt and pants combo, with a black puffer jacket and beanie to match. It was a simple outfit, one that you had seen a thousand times before on other people, but he looked devastatingly handsome. Suddenly your feet started to shuffle frantically because you were admiring his face instead of following Toji’s feet like he told you. Your face crashes into his chest with a thump that even Toji groans at. You try to pull back but your feet slip again, causing you to make the same mistake.

You slump in defeat and scowls at the ice below you. You rub your head into his chest, then lift your head up, digging your chin into his sternum to look at him.

“I suck at this,” you pout. You bat your eyes at Toji and let your arms dangle at your sides while he continues to hold you up from your underarms. “Even the kids are better than me,” you grumble. You look at Yuji who also said he has never skated before, which was true since he was struggling to take baby steps on the ice with the help of Nobara and Megumi when they first came in, but now he was attempting a triple axel because Nobara had dared him to.

Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an absentminded but affectionate gesture since she couldn’t actually feel the kiss through your hoodie and beanie covering your head, but you warmed up from it nonetheless.

“You’re doing fine. Yuji’s freakishly good at everything.”

“He could go to the Olympics at this rate,” you comment, pointing at how he landed yet another obnoxious turn that Nobara suggested. The kid was only ten years old for crying out loud. You groan and turn your forehead back into Toji’s chest again.

“Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want to leave?” Toji sets you right on your feet, his eyes grazing over your body.

“How could I have been hurt? You’ve been holding my hand or body this whole time,” you laugh, then slowly shuffle to the nearest bench looking into the rink. “I don’t want to leave just yet,” you say, sitting down and stretching out your legs in front of you. Toji occupied the space next to you and you both watched the three of the children race around the rink together. You scoot closer to him, closing the gap between you, then rest your head on his shoulder. You hum along to the Christmas song that is playing overhead, threading your hand under Toji’s that was resting on his thigh. By instinct he brings up your hand to kiss the back of it and you grin in response. You sit quietly and listen to the sound of jingles and laughter for a moment until Toji speaks up.

“What are your plans for Thanks—“

“Is this the reason why you can’t pick up the phone, you fucker?” A deep voice asks behind the couple, and your eyes widen at the interrupter. He must have been taller than Toji, with tattoos on his face and creeping up his neck, and spiked pink hair to top it off. Toji didn’t even turn around to acknowledge the man. He replies with a simple, “It broke.”

“If you’re gonna lie, at least make it a good one,” the other man grumbles. He finally looks down at you, who Toji scooped and tucked closer to his body. The other man crosses his arms over his chest and whistles.

“What’s this? You actually got yourself a woman now?”

“What do you want?”

“She’s really cute. What’s your name, honey?”

Toji pulls you closer and glares at the man. ��Sukuna,” he warns.

“Sukuna me all you want, I asked some questions first.”

“Baby, this is the bane of my existence. Bane of my existence, this is my baby. Now go back to whatever the fuck you were doing before this.”

“I was looking for you, asshole. We have a problem,” Sukuna says after winking at you.

You give a small wave of your hand but stay quiet during their interaction. You can see Toji getting increasingly stressed out from the conversation so you rub his thigh consolingly.

“Can’t. Busy. Take it to Nanami.”

“Nanami is pulling the same shit as you but he’s smart enough to stay inside to avoid me.”

“Gojo then.”

“He’s being disgusting with his girl right now. They’re feeding each other whatever baked goods she made for him this time and rubbing each oher’s noses,” Sukuna shivers.

“Sounds like you should get yourself a partner,” Toji sighs.

“Don’t worry about me, I got my eyes on someone. Speaking of partners, are you gonna bring her to the family Thanksgiving dinner?”

“I was getting to that before your big ass showed up.”

“I’d love to go. What should I bring?” You pipe up.

“Anything you want, sugar, I’m sure it’ll taste amazing,” Sukuna purrs and dodges the arm Toji threw out in an attempt to punch his stomach.

“Great. That’s settled. Call the kids over so I can drop them off at Nanami’s place as punishment for blocking my number again. We have some work to do.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. It looks like your…friend needs you,” you smile.

“Thank you,” Sukuna nods. “Here you go,” he hands you a cafe cup. “The lady in the store gave me a sugary pumpkin spice latte instead of black coffee.”

“Don’t take that,” Toji scowls and snatches the cup from Sukuna. “After I take her back then we can talk. Fuck off.”

“Love you too, baby,” Sukuna teases. He walks down the street hauling Yuji and Nobara on his shoulders and Megumi walking close behind, leaving Toji and you alone to walk to his car.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Toji says once you get in his car.

“I want to. I want to meet the rest of your family,” you assure him.

“They’ll love you, but I’m greedy and wanted to spend Thanksgiving alone together.”

“We’ll have some alone time when we leave,” you say, leaning on the armrest and looking at his lips.

“Oh yeah?”

You hum in response, drifting closer to his face, but place a finger on his lips before you could touch.

“First you should get me a pumpkin spice latte. I really wanted that one,” you grin.

<<<Chapter One

<<<Chapter Two

<<<Chapter Three

<<<Chapter Four

Chapter Six>>>

#minimoe #momowritings #jjk #x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #jjk fanfic #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #dilf toji #kid megumi #kid yuji #kid nobara #sukuna ryomen #toji fluff

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max-the-d0g · 1 year

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Two Goths

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Emily walked into the office, everyone was around working on paperwork. However, a person was undoubtedly missing. You. You came shortly after Gideon's leave. You had obtained the ravens-haired interest from day one. She frowned slightly, it was very unlike you. Your coat and bag weren't at your desk. Maybe you were with Penelope.

Not long after, Penelope came running in, you on her tail. She smiled gently, looking at the joy spreading across your face. Though there was a little hint of mischief. Penelope was grasping at a piece of paper, her eyes met with Emily for a split second a cheeky smile graced her lips. This can't be good, she thought.

"I've been doing some digging," Penelope promptly announced to the team. Penelope waited patiently for everyone's attention.

"Our dear agent over here," She pointed triumphantly at Emily, who stared wide-eyed at the blonde woman."Was an 80's Goth." Penelope properly stated.

Emily looked elsewhere, a frown graced her face. The blonde waved the piece of paper around, and Derek snatched it. It was Emily in goth entire, jet black hair with a pale complication. The unique makeup was of course black. The black eyeshadow and eyeliner did wonders for the brown of her fierce eyes. What pulled the entire together was the fished netted top with the leather jacket combo. It was a unique look, a look that she kind of pulled off.

"Wow, Prentiss. Who would have thought?" He uttered, a laugh echoing around the room as the others chuckled along, playfully of course. Her frown deepened slightly, her eager eyes locked into yours. You had a soft smile on your lips and a delicate look in your eyes.

"Remarkably, something like this makes you question everything you thought you knew," Spencer typically said as he carefully looked at the picture of Emily. "So there was a time that this was.... acceptable" He carefully added.

"You're young, 80's left many people confused," Penelope muttered. "This is especially sad though..." She added teasingly, looking at Emily in the corner of her eyes.

"All right, very funny," Emily muttered, seizing the piece of paper from spencer hands. Biting your lip at her little huff, genuinely trying to hold in the boisterous laugh. "Guys very funny, what did you do to it?" She eagerly questioned.

"You altered it in a photoshop or something, that hair!" She stated, looking slightly annoyed. Not exactly remembering this look.

"Oh no, pussycat. That is all you." Penelope said smugly.

"You really didn't change anything?" She sheepishly asked, she naturally looked at you. A slight grin on your lips as you looked at her.

"I would have been friends with you back in high school, Em" You accurately stated causing Emily to become flustered. She lowered her head slightly at your attention. She could feel the heat gracing the apples of her cheeks, no doubt causing a crimson hue to build there, she covered it up by pretending to look thoughtfully at herself in the picture.

"Oh, you definitely would be..." Penelope instantly began digging into her bag. You instantly froze, seeing your yearbook in her hands. Shock coated your features, she stayed at your place last night, of course, she would do this, you thought.

"You stole my yearbook!!" You yelled frantically, trying to stop her from flipping the pages. She flipped the book to your picture. There on the devoted page was you, with dark purple hair and almost the same entire as Emily.

"We have two goth agents in the room." She yelled, before showing everyone your goth picture. Emily looked up shocked, willingly letting a hearty laugh out herself. You would definitely have been friends back then, she thought.

Aaron came walking down the steps, David following him. Both of them looked around. They observed you and Emily dramatically hiding the goth pictures. They knew someone would spill once they get on the jet.

"What was that about?" Emily eagerly questioned.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds

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mister-mickey · 8 months

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Hi, if possible do u think u could do outsiders hc, on the topic of little quirks they would all have? Like for example idk maybe someone has like lots of stuffed toys in their bed, or like someone who enjoy weird food combos ykwim? Love love love ur writing and ty!

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AH I DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL TODAY?? lol sorry

Darry

- He used to eat glue 💔

- Like, he thought it tasted really good! His dad had to confiscate all the glue for a month because of him.

- If anyone ever mentions this he pummels them into the ground

Sodapop

- He likes to collect flowers and plants and tear them apart

- Not in a destructive way, in a “I need to keep my hands busy” way

- He especially likes tearing everything except for the spine off of a leaf, it’s his fave

Ponyboy

- he walks in circles while listening to music

- He just paces around the kitchen for actual hours and honestly it worries darry a bit

- He’s having the time of his life though, even if he looks crazy doing it

Twobit

- he refuses to drink things normally, he always chugs whatever he’s got

- His record is 20 seconds for a gallon of milk

- He feels awful afterwards but it’s worth it to him for some reason

Steve

- He still plays with the toy cars that Mr. Curtis got him as a kid

- Secretly of course, but soda knows and just doesn’t say anything

- But he’ll be in his bedroom going “vroom!” With them. He loves mimicking car crashes

Dally

- he LOVES those tiny glass animals!

- He steals a bunch of them every-time he sees them, just because they’re so TINY AND THEY FIT IN HIS FIST SO EASILY

- He doesn’t play with them or anything but he still likes looking at them. He’s got them shoved in his dresser with his underwear.

Johnny

- he collects things from the schools lost and found lmao

- He’s not usually much of a thief, but he can’t help himself. He loves all the weird clothes especially

- Sometimes he wears the clothes he took to school to see if anyone recognizes them (so far nobody has. He would be scared shitless if someone realizes)

Tim

- he doesn’t wear pajamas, he straight up goes to sleep in the clothes he wore all day

- Like, jeans and leather jacket. He has woken up multiple times to see that his arms are both asleep

- He says it’s because he doesn’t care, but he actually outgrew all his pajamas and doesn’t want to get new ones

Angela

- she steals peoples pets

- Sometimes she returns them for money, but usually she keeps them until either they run away or Tim kicks them out

- She’s an animal girlie what can I say. She names them all variations of Angela too (Angel, Angie, lala, etc…)

Curly

- he still sleeps with the stuffed rabbit he had as a kid

- It’s got one ear completely gone because he chewed it off as a kid

- Tim and Angela tease him to no end but he knows they wouldn’t ever tell anyone. He hopes that at least.

Bryon

- mf hates cats

- He’s not superstitious at all, but he’s convinced taht they’re bad luck

- Maybe they just remind him of Angela idk, but he will scowl and groan if he sees one (loser alert!)

Mark

- he loves worms so much man

- He picks them up and holds them in his hand until he eventually drops it. He goes digging for them sometimes

- he is a hero and saves them after it rains! He picks them all up and puts them back in the grass

Cathy

- adores porcelain dolls. She isn’t really a materialistic person, but she used to have one and she still loves them

- The outfits? The hair? She wants one so bad but she doesn’t ever buy one because it’s “a waste” and she’s “too old for them”

- But she stares at them for so long when she’s in the store

M&M

- he gets cold so easily!!! Warm this boy up!

- He wears jacket after jacket but still gets cold, his bed has a million blankets on top, it’s like a mountain

- Ofc, this means winter is his least fave season, this kid turns straight up blue in winter

#I don’t know why I didn’t get a notification #the outsiders #curly shepard #tim shepard #dallas winston #steve randle #angela shepard #darry curtis #cathy carlson #m&m carlson #bryon douglas #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis

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vveakfish · 6 months

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do you have any thoughts about the core four whose gender(s) are basically just a trans fruit cocktail that you would like to talk about? because I would love to listen

oh boy DO I !!!

I have So Many thoughts about them Anon, so thank you for giving me an excuse to try and put it into words beyond “Damn, these bitches trans! Good for them.”

Honestly, there are so many different ways to explore these characters genders based on how you choose to interpret their life experiences, and their aesthetic changes, and their relationships with each other. I am of the belief that any of them could be trans in any direction

But, that said, I Do have particular gender headcanons for YJ that i am very fond of, so thats what I’ll be talking about today.

(Small disclaimer. I have not finished all of the comics referenced in this. I am using the information i have to inform these, but you know, i might come back to this post at some point in the future and look at it like “wow, i don’t agree with any of this anymore.” And i think thats okay.

I’m just here to have fun, and i thoroughly enjoy these little guys, and think abt them alot, so enjoy

(also if you dont want to read 4.1k words of blorbo gender analysis, or would like to avoid spoilers for Superboy (1993), Young Justice (1998) & (2019), and Red Robin (2009) in varying degrees of detail, or you just want to see what lables i assigned them, scroll down to the bottom <3))

lets get started.

Bart:

Bart's gender is the most complex, but his thought process about it is also the most simple. I think his view of gender would be very much influenced by the fact that he grew up in VR in the future like…

A body is just an avatar, do what ever the fuck you want with it.

That said, the lil guy has always given me transmasc vibes. These vibes, however, are by no means binary.

He understands that in the 21st century a lot of people do not have his sort of “throw things at the wall and see what sticks” approach to gender, so he’s okay with being put in the box of Boy™. But his gender is a lot more * hand waves vaguely *

Clothes don’t have gender in his eyes, they’re fabric you put on your body. Wear what ever you want forever!

Bart in skirts is something i have seen many people draw/talk about before, and its something i agree with wholeheartedly. He likes hair clips, and like, those loud (actually loud and visually loud) beaded bracelet type things that ravers wear. He like nail polish. He doesn’t grow facial hair, but he wouldn’t care if he did. He’s not on hormones, but he definitely considered it for the bit. “Gotta drink my boy juice” Kind of vibes.

For him gender has Nothing to do with performance, its all about comfort. About wearing what feels right, regardless of whether or not he’s adhering to expectations of masculinity.

Yes, he Will wear that god awful outfit out of the house, haters can die mad

Cassie:

Anon, I need you to understand how much i love early yj98 cass. She is everything to me — her process of coming to terms with herself, and being able to watch her start to feel at home in her own skin. It makes me absolutely feral.

lets see if i can explain why… succinctly

When we first meet her in yj98, her identity as “Wonder Girl” is this sort of amalgamation of What it Means To Be A Hero in her eyes. She has her party city blunt bob wig (Because Diana is who she looks up to), the gloves, leather jacket, goggles combo (that so clearly take inspiration from Kon).

At this point in her life Wonder Girl is not really her. Its very clearly a mask she’s putting on. which is what makes it the perfect avenue for her to explore gender expression without it having to actually be about her gender.

I think the part that specifically makes me feral though is her… we’ll call it admiration of Kon.

The girl is a self proclaimed Superboy stan + theres all the weird not-drama between Cassie and Cissie over wanting attention from Kon. (And i say Not Drama bc its like… Kon flirting with cissie (which like… have you met 90’s Kon?? he flirts with everything that moves) and Cassie being upset that he’s Not flirting with her. and cissie is just along for the ride. She’s not quite as much of a flirt as kon is, but she has her moments)

All of this to say i feel like its impossible to have a conversation about Cassie’s gender without also talking about her experiences with comphet and lesbianism.

At the beginning, Cassie sees Kon — this cocksure, conventionally attractive boy with powers that (at first glance) seem very similar to hers, and felt something about it. And, in the way of teen girls who have been told since grade school that they’re supposed to like boys, Cassie comes to the conclusion that what she feels for Kon must be romantic in nature, right?.

All of this, the jealousy over Kon and Cissie flirting, basing her costume off Superboy’s (intentionally or otherwise), the fact that she wont let her team see her without the wig and goggles at all for so much of yj98. To me it all reads as the tangled mix of undiscovered lesbianism and gender dysphoria that the poor girl simply doesn’t have the words to define yet.

So, then what IS cassie’s deal with gender???

i am so very glad you asked.

She, too, is a transmasc of the nonbinary variety.

I think her relationship to femininity is complex, and ever changing. She doesn’t feel comfortable performing femininity the way the world expects her to, but she is also part Amazon. And i think having a relationship with both Diana and Donna would greatly influence how she felt about femininity as a whole.

The Amazons are strong, their femininity isn’t about beauty, or being soft spoken — it isn’t about Men at all. On Themyscira, to be a Woman is about bravery, honor, skill, and in some ways, divinity. Getting closer with her Amazonian sisters would change her relationship to womanhood immensely.

But it still wouldn’t feel Right. She would be able to see that womanhood can be defined differently, but that wouldn’t change the connotations that womanhood had as she was growing up. She’d never be able to lean into it the way Diana or Donna do — they both grew up only having woman defined as strong and brave and confident. Their experiences are not analogous.

The baggage of growing up a girl under the patriarchy wouldn’t just… vanish because she sees that it Doesn’t have to be that way. In some ways, the knowledge that it didn’t have to be that way could make her dysphoria all that stronger (especially if she hasn’t quite deciphered that dysphoria is what she’s feeling).

but i think there would be a point where two things sharpen into focus for her.

fiirstly she has a big fat crush on cissie king-jones.

and second (which would only come AFTER realizing her feelings for cissie) is that what she feels for Kon is Not the same as what she feels for Ciss.

She didn’t want to be with Kon romantically, she just wanted his gender.

I could see her experimenting with wearing a binder, liking that she can get rid of her boobs if she isn’t feeling them that day.

She already has her short hair, and her leather jacket and jeans, and shes big and buff and strong (because she deserves to be butch!!! okay???).

I still think she would use she/her pronouns, but she wouldn’t be picky ab it (if she gets called sir while at the pizza place, she’s not going to correct them.)

But here’s the kicker — I think leaning hard into her masculinity would be EXACTLY what she needs in order to actually ENJOY expressing femininity again.

When putting on the mask that is ‘womanhood’ becomes something that she can Choose to do, rather than something that is being forced on her, it can be pleasant. Like playing dress up.

She has a new appreciation for it, especially since her friends respect her gender, and she knows at the end of the day, when she takes the makeup, the clothes, and the wig off, underneath it all she’s just her.

(Small addendum re: TT’03 Cassie’s fem phase. I have Many thoughts about this as well, and while they end up in roughly the same place, i exploring her experience with comphet and her decision to dress in a more traditionally feminine in that run is something id like to explore in another post (once i’ve actually read the run too.)

Cissie (bonus):

This one should be shorter than Cassies, mainly because my reasoning for it is much simpler.

YJ'98 (#11)

She lists all these names, all of them feminine except for Fucking Ralph. “One weird phase” she calls it.

To me, Cissie is a transgirl through and through. She has this huge list of femme names she tried on while she tried to find the one that fit best. She mentions ralph in this off handed way, as if its not important, and i think thats just her way of dismissing her deadname as something of little consequence.

(that said, i think there’s lots of fun to be had with transmasc cissie, or tried transing-her-gender and realized it wasn’t for her Cissie. But as a transfemme, tgirl cissie is So important to me <3)

Kon:

other people on here have made posts about Kon’s gender that are much more coherent than this will be, but i’m putting the words down anyway. bear with me.

Kon’s experience with identity (especially in his earlier years) is almost entirely about the external rather than the internal.

Kon has his whole life planned out for him from the moment he opens his eyes. It’s simple really — become Superman.

So you have this freshly hatched teenage boy, saving the world as Superman (not the Only one, but definitely the coolest one (Kon would argue)). All eyes on him, all the time. In some ways, performance is inseparable from who he is. From the very beginning, everything he does is on display.

He starts his life with a Name (Superman), a life path (…again, Superman), and all the confidence of a sixteen year old jock with nothing but wins under his belt. then it all gets taken away.

Turns out Clark ISNT dead, and the world doesn’t need its pint sized superman anymore now that its got the real thing.

enter Superboy

Kon’s entire identity, his whole purpose for being alive, was to step into the shoes of a dead man who is no longer dead. So where does that leave our genetically engineered test tube baby?

lost, and extremely confused.

But he’s good at using his charisma as a shield, and even better at keeping himself busy. His problems aren’t there if he doesn’t have the time to think about them, right?

and i think that’s true about his gender as well.

Similar to Cassie, his discovery and exploration of his gender feels incredibly tied to his sexuality (to me). If you’ve read sb93, you know Kon’s deal with women. He is cute & conventionally attractive & he's like superman with a fashion sense, so of course there are people fawning over him.

And he loves the attention. He likes that people want him, or that they are looking at him. The issue is he doesn’t have the life experience to realize that their reasons for paying attention to him are often very shallow, manipulative, or selfish.

He isn’t treated as a person very often. He’s a brand, a product, a tool, a weapon. He’s arm candy, he’s a photo op, he’s a headline, he’s a paycheck. And it takes him a long time to be able to tell the difference between someone Liking Him & someone Using Him.

For the longest Time, Superboy is all he is. He doesn’t have a name outside of that identity (except for the various pet names the women in his life give him (kid & pup, mainly)).

And even when Clark does give him his real name, Kon-El, its still Attatched to his identity as Superboy.

I dont think that he would really even be able to start dissecting how HE feels about his identity until he’s much older.

Part of this would come from the space to be someone else that gaining a civilian identity would give him. As Superboy, the goal has always been to stand out, to be seen, to shine like the sun.

As Conner Kent, he has to blend in. He doesnt want to draw attention to himself, or the Kents, or Clark. He has to fit in, which was never something he had to do as Kon. And i think it would kind of chafe at him — but he wouldn’t really know why.

I think he’d chalk it up to how different of an experience it is. Not being loud, having to be normal™. And so i think he’d just… continue to play the part. For a while anyway.

And like, part of being Normalest Boy Conner Kent would also involve actively un-queer coding himself for the sake of fitting into the ecosystem of Smallville High. and its like…

Young Justice, as a friend group, is SOOO queerplatonic. The lines between romantic and platonic intimacy are so blurred, and Prior to Kon’s YJ days he he was also like… living with these woman who he had complicated relationships with that also blurred the lines between platonic, romantic, and sexual (…looking at you, Knockout).

So learning where the line is when it comes to how he can acceptably interact with his civilian friends (particularly the boys) would Really open his eyes to just how close he is with Bart and Tim, and how similar his feelings for them are to his feelings for… lets say, Simon Valentine.

But i dont think That is what would actually tip the scale. I think realizing that these feelings for his friends aren’t considered ‘normal’ would make him shove them down deeper. As ‘Conner’ anyway.

from here it could go two ways, right?

Either we get Teen Titans ‘03 t-shirt Kon, who sheds his GNC 90s swag in exchange for adhering closer to traditional (read; boring) masculine gender roles.

or we get a Kon who leans Harder into his punk roots, but its a conscious choice now.

(this isn’t even digging into how he would feel once Jon comes into the picture, because while Kon cares for that boy Deeply, his feelings abt the new kiddo in the family could also be very complicated. But that’s a post for another time.)

Personally i prefer the second one.

Kon has always been a curious kid, i love the way he makes pop culture references, and how he bases his behavior off of 90’s teen tropes that he Most Definitely learned from TV. In his early days this wasn’t done in a research way necessarily, but he Did want to learn what it was like to Be a Teen™, and TV was the easiest way to figure that out.

(and, playing in the space of Kon adaptations, his love of media/pop culture, and just over all thirst for knowledge, are present both in the Reign of the Supermen Movie, and in his iteration during the n52 (which is one of the few things i personally have internalized from reading n52 Superboy/Teen Titans)).

But post gay awakening, i feel liked he’d be interested not just in behaviors, but also the context of them. Digging into punk as a subculture rather than as an aesthetic. Learning about its connections to queerness, and community, and self expression. And i think this would be extremely freeing for him. (especially if this were around the time of Jon becoming Superboy v.3, but again, not the point of this post.)

this all culminates in Kon being like yk? gender just… isnt for me. Like, it takes im a long time to get to this point, but realizing that the path that was set out for him is just one of the potential paths he can take, and while he might not know where this new path will take him, its his, that that matters.

And also like, Because his friends are who they are, he’s seen different versions of queerness, and transness, but i think it would take him a bit to see himself as someone who Isn’t Cis bc like… he doesnt have dysphoria in the traditional sense.

He’s still the beefcake he’s always been, but i think he’d start playing with makeup when he realizes it makes him feel good (he shows up the the cave one day with smudgy eye liner and Cissie is immediately like a) you look so good and b) can i Please do your makeup? (and then she does it, and he looks so pretty, and he gets these weird giddy feelings that he doesn’t realize is gender euphoria until his friends start talking abt gender euphoria)

His uniform starts to get more personalized too, like the designs where he has knee patches, and all his little belts, and stuff. maybe he starts experimenting with showing skin. bc he deserves it

(’its for maximum sun exposure!!!’ is the what he tells clark… he’s not sure if clark bought it or not)

And hey, exploring gender presentation more as Superboy might help him do the same as Conner. Cassie will take him thrifting, he’ll try of a flowy skirt or a sun dress or something and then its Over. Gender euphoria part two, electric boogagloo.

In the end, its about realizing that adhering gender roles (and truthfully, any socially imposed ‘rule’ about self expression) is something he can simply Choose not to do. And i think this freedom would be something that benefits him in his civilian life as well.

His gender is: literally what ever, man.

Tim:

Ok, here’s the thing about Tim and gender, right? I think he’s kind of just comfortable as he is. He’s good at playing the roles he needs to in what ever situation hes thrown into. ‘Robin’ and ‘Tim Drake’ (and even ‘Tim Drake-Wayne’ if you want to split hairs) might be masks he wears, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less him. if that makes sense. like…

Lets look at the differences between Bruce (or Brucie) and Batman for a second. They really are different people. Batman is who bruce is at his core, ‘bruce’ is this sort of liminal space between the cowl and his public persona, and then theres Brucie™, and well, you know how he is. These are personas that Bruce puts on.

With Tim its like he just highlights different aspects of himself when a situation requires it. (oh no, the autistic!Tim head canons are being loud today.) But like, he’s Always been masking. And i think this is something he would look at as like… getting a good grade in adapting. or something. He’s comfortable, all the roles he plays are ones he’s familiar with, and he doesn’t really question who he is outside of who he needs to be.

That is, until Caroline Hill makes an appearance.

I feel that the decision to go undercover as a woman was a wholly practical decision in the moment. It’s what the mission required, and therefore tim stepped up. Its just another mask, right? Surely this wont awaken anything in him…right?

But this is an entirely new mask. And i think it might like… shift the way he looks at/thinks about the other masks he puts on. He was able to step into a role that was very foreign to him, and it Worked. (and he felt pretty, which like… woah, thats a new feeling. and he kinda liked it? file that under ‘thoughts he doesn’t have the bandwidth to process right now.’ Bruce needs him back at the cave! its time to debreif! and he has a biology test tmrw! no time for gender scaries!!!).

I think it would take a while for him to be able to admit it to himself though. Because like… hes Not uncomfortable with his body, but he also keeps thinking about how good he felt dressed up femininely, and how he felt powerful, in a way. That putting on that mask felt just as good as putting on his domino.

Personally, i think itd be funny if instead of coming out right away, Tim doing undercover missions essentially in drag becomes a recurring thing. And i imagine some people give him a hard time. (not in a transphobic way or anything, i just mean like, teasing him fondly or what ever.) (Also, i like to imagine that when cissie Did kons makeup, bart and Tim jumped in there too bc like hey why not, and hoooooo boy, if Tims egg hadn’t cracked before then, it sure would have cracked after.)

The thing about him is, i’m not sure if he’d come to the realization himself. You know, that he would like to present femme sometimes, in a situation that has Nothing to do with a mission.

I could see Tim convincing himself that its a pointless or frivolous desire, which is Why he relegates his time presenting femme to when he can prove that it’s useful.

but i have this image in my mind, right? Of him, taking his makeup and wig off, and hes chatting with whoever is in the room with him (literally anyone else mentioned above… or Dick). And Tim’s just talking about how he wishes he could present this way in situations other than missions.

and the other person in the room is just like… i mean, you literally can.

and hes just like…. shit you’re right. i Can :0

I could probably go further into depth abt this, but i think this just frees him to start playing with gender more as Tim. and start to recognize when he’s feeling more masculine, more feminine, or somewhere in between.

His gender isn’t consistent, its this thing he’s constantly listening to, and trying to understand. but in the mean time, he can paint his face, and wear pretty clothes, or dress like just Some Guy, or be a hedgehog dressed in traffic light colors, or what ever his heart desires.

As far as like… how He describes his gender, i think he’d say something corny like bi^2 (bi of both the sexual and the gendered varieties). Or shrug, handwave, generally give a non-helpful vague description. Or tell who evers asking to buzz off.

(small addendum wrt Kon and Cassie in TT’03. I haven’t read this run yet, so i didn’t really include it in this post. But i Do have thoughts about what might cause the two of them (my gnc besties from my comics books) to lean sooooo hard into traditional gender roles after being So Queercoded in their other appearences. Before i talk abt that though, i want to read the comic. So, that will have to be a post for another time)

ANYWAY, heres that TL;DR i promised.

Bart: NB Transmasc Cassie: NB Lesbian (of the transmasc variety) Kon: Agender Tim: Fluid (bi-gender) + Cissie: Transgirl

Thank you soooooo much for giving me the opporrtunity to ramble abt the silles and how Not Cis i think they are. Love you forever.

#𓆟 #𓆟 | 📨#anon #disclaimer: this all for fun! i love these kiddos & am working on reading more of their comics #And my thoughts here are based on things that i have extrapolated from what they have gone through in canon & how that might influence #their relationships to their own genders #Core Four #Young Just Us #Bart Allen #Cassie Sandsmark #Cissie King Jones #Kon-El #Tim Drake #LOL will Tumblr let me post this now?#(i spent like... 15 minutes futzing with the formatting just for it to go 'srry cant post this hehe'

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