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breathe me in, breathe me out (E)
Jisung hums in response and burrows himself into Minho’s stomach, breathing in deep when his nose makes contact with the fabric of his shirt. Minho’s scent, normally a subtle citrusy fragrance, is heightened today. He smells absolutely mouthwatering. Jisung can feel saliva pooling in his mouth—one slip of his lips away from drooling—he wants to put his mouth on Minho, taste him.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
The fantasy shatters. Jisung jumps back. Drags himself away from Minho and scrambles to the top of his bed. He pulls his knees into himself and refuses to make eye contact with the man in front of him. “I’m better now hyung, you can go.”
or, jisung is a beta in love with his best friend minho, also a beta, so why is he going into heat?
You, Me, and a Baby Makes Three (E)
Jisung nods his head but doesn’t look up at the other man. The word pregnant is ringing loud and shrill in his head. Pregnant? He isn’t. He can’t be. That would make no sense. He and Minho are safe, except for that very first night, but like he’d told Seungmin the chances are one-in-a-million.
But never zero.
Or, Minho and Jisung meet at a club, hook up, and then end up in a situation.
Baby, Won't You Light My Fire (T)
He wanted Minho so overwhelmed by his Christmas decorating that when he came over tomorrow, he would promptly scoop Jisung into his arms and carry him back to the bed, so they could make super hot sweaty love to each other. That was the real Christmas he wanted. Not this. Alone and now mildly turned on, while pathetically untangling lights.
Or, Jisung isn't working Christmas for the first time in years and he's really unhappy about it.
uhhhhh... 10 more inside :)
you're the rainbow in my soap (E)
He sighs, uses whatever strength he still has to push himself up onto the board so he can straddle it. Up here he has a better view of the other person and is amused to see them in the same position astride their own surfboard. They make eye contact across the waves and the other person holds their hand up in a friendly greeting. Chan smiles and does the same.
Or, Chan returns to the ocean, sees a cute boy, and does unspeakable things in the shower.
you'll taste me too (M)
He opens his eyes, takes a deep settling breath and pushes away from the door. He draws closer to the bed and Seungmin’s nest of blankets, lifts his knife in the air so the blade is pointed down at Seungmin. He stands over the bed, watches as Seungmin’s eyelashes flutter in his sleep, studies the drool that drips from the side of Seungmin’s open mouth, disgusting, and readies himself for the plunge. As the blade slices through the air, Seungmin’s eyes pop open to stare up at Hyunjin. His eyes aren’t wide or frightened, instead they fall immediately into a heated glare. Seungmin pushes the nest of blankets off of him and Hyunjin sees the other man was curled around a shotgun.
Or, Changbin used to be Hyunjin’s and now he’s Seungmin’s. Hyunjin isn’t going to let it stay that way for long, though.
let's cross the lines we lost (M)
How long is he supposed to let this continue?
Chris calling him up, coming to him in the middle of the night, fucking him, and then leaving. Everytime Chris walks out, Felix promises himself it’ll be the last time, that when the call comes through he’ll ignore it–and he’s broken that promise every single time.
Series
Part 1 of if you want, gimme all of you
i wanna lay in your world (E)
He'd meant for it to be a one time thing. Just a night.
But when Felix had asked for his number, he didn't say no. And when Felix had texted him asking if he wanted to meet up again, he didn't say no.
And one night turned into a few, and then a dozen, and then so many times that it felt like Felix had become an integral part of his routine: work out, eat, lose himself in Felix, and then repeat.
He knew they couldn't keep it up forever. Knew that eventually Felix would want more, deserved it. He'd need more than the bare minimum Chris forced himself to offer.
Series
Part 2 of if you want, gimme all of you
you're pulling on my habit lines (E)
Jisung wants to bite him. Which might be an insane thing to ruminate on. Maybe even more insane to consider saying out loud.
Minho, I want to bite you. I want to dig my teeth into the supple flesh of your neck, your shoulder, your thigh. Minho, I want to press so deep that I taste blood.
Want to savor you from the inside out.
Series
Part 1 of i won't be lying when i tell you, i don't want anyone else touching you like i do
i could stay forever more in your eyes, babe (M)
Minho didn’t watch Jisung sleep on purpose.
He never set an alarm, or really intended to watch the steps Jisung took from being asleep to awake. It just happened.
Minho would blink his eyes open into a new day, dig his fists into them to rid himself of the morning blur, wipe a hand down his face and then he would remember. And his heart would jolt in his chest at the daily realization that he was sleeping in the same bed as Han Jisung.
Series
Part 2 of i won't be lying when i tell you, i don't want anyone else touching you like i do
we feel so electric when we work things out (E)
Jisung wasn’t wrong, he was ignoring Changbin. It’s not that he didn’t want to see Changbin, in fact, it was that he wanted to see him too much. It was that Changbin took up so much space in Chan’s brain that sometimes it felt like he didn’t have room for anything else. Like he had to dump entire files like the names of random classmates, or the name of a song he liked, or even lunches he’d scheduled, all so that he had plenty of space to think of Changbin’s dimples, or his favorite meal at his favorite restaurant, or an itemized list of everything Changbin was allergic to.
or, chan is in love with his gym buddy and it's really messing with his workouts.
wanna lock you up in my sight, but (E)
Sometimes Seungmin would come out of his room, flushed and freshly fucked and look at Felix in surprise. “Oh you’re still here?”
That question always sent a zip of burning annoyance down Felix’s spine and into his gut. What did Seungmin mean? Oh you’re still here? Of course he was still there. He lived there. Felix felt like maybe Seungmin just thought he ceased to exist once his bedroom door was closed. Once he ensconced himself inside a room with Jeongin, Felix became a ghost.
Felix didn’t want to be a ghost.
or, Felix is not a ghost and Seungmin and Jeongin have been trying to get him into their bed for months.
in my next life let me be a tomato (T)
Finally he decided he'd start with the tomatoes, messy but probably the easiest thing to cut through.
He grabbed a tomato and put it in the center of the cutting board. He wrapped his right hand around the handle of the knife and used his left to stabilize the tomato. Felix looked for the bump where the tomato had once been attached to the vine and then cut through the center of it—mostly the center. He was sure the tomatoes didn't have to be exactly the same size.
"What are you doing?"
Felix glanced up, balking at Minho's horrified face.
or, minho teaches felix how to properly use a knife
touching you i catch midnight (E)
Minho looked from Jisung to Chan and then back to Jisung. "What is going on?"
"Nothing," Jisung said.
"Jisung asked me to fuck you!" Chan blurted.
Minho's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped opened enough to expose his two front teeth. "He what?"
Jisung sat back up and placed his hands on the tops of Minho's thighs. He dug his thumbs in, tried not to moan at the feeling of the taut muscle beneath his hands, and he frantically rubbed his hands back and forth like the movement would explain everything.
or, Jisung just wants Minho to feel as good as he always does and Chan is just happy to be invited
We all know Connor Storrie is a shapeshifter when it comes to his different roles, but we don't talk about how much of a different person Ilya is after Shane tells him he loves him too. Connor was able to convey just how much Ilya has been holding inside and how knowing he's loved turns him upside down and reveals who he really is. Ilya in the last half of episode 6 can finally breathe for the first time since he was 12 years old.
my youngest is such a picky eater that he only has like five meals he’ll actually eat and I have to find ways to hide veggies within those five meals but every time he wants an apple he asks for mustard to dip the slices in…. make it make sense
i know ilya literally cranked it in the shower at shane to really set things in motion but lowkey,,,,shane shot his most shane shot possible by introducing himself and shaking Ilya’s hand twice (twice!) and really hollanov never would’ve happened without that. They would’ve just made angsty gay eyes at each other every game for forever
Writer culture is looking up the definitions of the most basic words during editing because suddenly you don’t trust your skills and are worried you might be using ‘stare’ incorrectly.
writers, you can and should be proud of your fic even if you personally are not satisfied with it. because even if you think it's "not good", you can be proud of the fact that you wrote it and it's something you created. you can be proud of the fact it's not ai.
repeat after me, it's something you put your soul and dedication in — and that's something ai could never achieve.
