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“How much do you need?”
“Uh, that’s okay,” Jisung tells him. There is no way Jisung is taking money from a stranger, he has no clue what this guy would ask for in return. “I’ve got it under control.” He presses Felix’s contact again and sighs when he doesn’t answer.
The guy gives him a knowing look, “Are you sure? It’s not like it would dent my pocket.”
“I’m happy for you,” Jisung tells him. Of course, the guy had money, he looked like he just walked out from modeling for Gucci. “I’m not taking money from a stranger.”
“Well,” The guy pushes himself off of the wall, and holds his hand out, giving Jisung a grin, “I’m Minho Lee, VP of Gucci. Now, I’m not a stranger.”or, Jisung finds himself unable to deny the help that Minho offers him.
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Minho’s gaze is intense and unyielding. It’s something Jisung’s never felt or experienced before—being looked at like this. He swears he can feel Minho’s gaze tripping over every inch of his exposed skin, could feel fingertips brushing over his waist—like a stone skipping water, it just went on, and on, and on.
Here’s another moment in time branded onto his brain. If he could pinch just one, and let it carry on forever, Jisung thinks he may choose this.
Something inside him is cracking, splintering apart.
Jisung is stubborn, likes to get what he wants. Minho has been at the top of that list for as long as he can remember. They're close to strangers, really. He's just Jeongin's older brother, Chan's best friend. A passing ship in the night.
But Jisung is stuck with no way home, and has no one else to call. -
wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
25 Sep 2022
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Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital.
And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might.
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"I find myself wondering, sweet reader, when exactly someone will take a shovel to the back of this racist statue's metal head and begin dismantling our university’s scandalous love affair with the most problematic donors they could possibly find. I’m looking at you, President Zarkon, kindly remove your hand from the Republican Party’s dick. This is a liberal arts college for God’s sake."
When Galra University's Tumblr page, meant for football game updates and pleads for attendees for club meetings, is plagued by a mysterious writer determined to eviscerate every toxic part of the college, Lance is intrigued. When he becomes a leading character in the anonymous letters, well, he gets a little more curious. Lance becomes determined to unveil the writer and find out a) what is his problem exactly and b) does he really think Lance's eyes are that blue?
A tale in which Lance is oblivious and pining for the hot nerd in the back of his Greek mythology class, Keith can wield a pen with deadly cruelty, and you, dear readers, suffer from the pains of dramatic irony.
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- Part 1 of The Dear Reader-Verse
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12 Feb 2025
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I needed smth like this, so refreshing and fun, but also angsty... Ugh shef's kiss!
Lowk hits harder now that I'm in college myself.
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“Wait, wait,” Lance stood up. “You are driving to Houston.”
“Yes.”
“A drive that’s over thirty hours.”
“Yup.”
“By yourself.”
“Sure seems like it.”
“To clean out a storage container of your dead mother, that you have never met, that is now legally under your name.”
“Correct.”
Lance wondered if Keith had lost his mind.
“Keith, there could be dead bodies in that storage container!” He argued. “Or a meth lab. Or worse, mannequins dressed up like dolls sat at a tea party or some weird shit like that.”
Keith offered him an unimpressed blink. “I’ll be fine.”
“Keith, this is insane. You can’t go by yourself!”
Keith glanced at him as he shouldered his backpack.
“Come with me then.”
And that small, damned smirk tilted Keith’s lips as he held Lance’s gaze.
“What do you think, Lance?” He asked. “2,251 miles. Think you could handle it?”
Lance stopped short.
Contemplated.
And, well. Lance had nothing to do either.
So. That’s how this all started.Two disasters drive cross-country to clean out a storage container that may have dead bodies hidden inside and, hey, maybe a bit of love as well.
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Bookmarked by Stoblitz01597
06 Feb 2025
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INCREDIBLE OH MY DAYS
Loved this just as much the second time