I dunno, I think the recipient may have some things to say to this…
…. my hand slipped?…
Oh my god.
imagine your otp
omfg it just keeps getting better when is the novel coming out do I get royalties
every time I see this post my brain whispers Jack and Eugene and it makes me smile
“So when’s the wedding,” some guy wearing the most regrettable shirt — lavender, Taylor Swift, v-neck, — Eugene’s ever seen hollers from the other side of the street and the guy he’s still, well, cradling in his arms goes redder than his hair.
“Sorry, sorry, I swear I’m going to murder him just as soon as—” he squirms and lurches forward without much success, and Eugene must be more jetlagged than he thought because it takes way, way too long to realize what he’s trying to do.
“Oh, God. Sorry,” he tips him back upright and jogs back half a step before he can give into a strange, half-formed urge to brush off the guy’s shoulders like he might have gotten dusty from tripping and falling.
“No, don’t apologize,” the guy scruffs his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and lets out this little, awkward chuckle. “Getting a face full of pavement would have been worse. I like my skin where it is.”
“Then I’m glad—” he starts, except suddenly there’s a tight grip on his wrist and he’s being hauled forward against the guy’s chest and—
There’s a blast of horn and he looks back just in time to see the taxi cab go screaming through the crosswalk behind him, close enough that the breeze rustles his jacket.
“Guess the light must have changed,” the guy says, apologetic, and uncurls his arm from around Eugene’s back.
“Get a room,” Taylor Swift Shirt shouts from where he’s still watching them, and Eugene can’t decide whether he wants to duck into a sewer grate or ask the guy still practically holding his hand whether he wants to go indoors somewhere, away from traffic, and maybe get a drink.
Oh hey I wrote some radio boyfriends porn for the kink meme. What else is new right?
Eugene said one of the things he misses is honey. So when he and Jack find some, they indulge and have some fun.
This could technically be read as a sequel to that other post SM1-3 story I wrote a little while ago. Or not. Up to you.
Title from this silly little song. Tonally inappropriate but adorable!
Reminder for the morning crowd that I’m taking radio bfs prompts today in anticipation of a glorious post-election May long. Send me an ask with and AU suggestion and I’ll tell you how they met.
I have projects (both work and fic) I should be focusing my attentions on…
So instead I wrote some Eugene Woods, Bookseller AU for the kink meme.
In Our Bedroom After the War
Jack and Eugene, post SM1-3.
In which there is a reunion, and Jack lives up to his TV Tropes page designation as “innocently insensitive.”
Thiswas originally going to have slightly different dialogue in one spot and then Kas posted this and I pretty much couldn’t write anything else. So hat tip to you, Thewondersmith.
All the living are dead and the dead are all living
The war is over and we are beginning
I don’t even know what this is, but if anything I have ever written meets the definition of a PWP it’s this. Also, I don’t think this is what my Trope Bingo card actually meant by this prompt.
In which there is dirty talk about getting breakfast. Yup, actually. Radio boyfriends, no spoilers.