#also i have a backlog of ideas i wanna start writing but i really wanna finish this one first

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part four

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 4.3k

It didn’t stop after the first and it sure didn’t stop after the third, either. 

Depending on her schedule, you saw Alexia once or twice at most a week; most of the time it was on the night after a Barcelona match and by the next morning, she’d be gone before you even woke up. But you’d noticed her visits had been increasing in frequency lately, not to mention that sometimes she’d still be in bed when you awakened. The first time you found her still asleep beside you, you were dumbfounded, thinking it was a dream image of her in front of you. And what amazed you even further was that it kept happening.

It wasn’t an unpleasant development. In fact, it was something you gratefully welcomed. And it wasn’t just that, either. Sometimes when Alexia came over, you didn’t even have sex you just… talked: about her training and her health, her teammates’ shenanigans–and hers, of course–her family and bits of her personal life. Meanwhile you told her about places you explored and showed her photos of where you’d been. Then she’d tell you about places you could check out, food to try, and even went ahead and promised to take you to some of the places herself when she had the opportunity.

These times were rare, sure, but you found yourself enjoying her company more and more to the point you noticed yourself craving for it–found yourself missing her presence despite your constant back-and-forth messages. And still you didn’t ask where this was going for fear of ruining whatever the two of you had; you were content and you just simply wanted to watch this unfold as it was. And anyway, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to fleeting relationships, situationships–whatever you’d like to call it–because who was to say this wouldn’t end up like your previous dalliances–ending before it could ever truly begin? Despite you hoping otherwise, a large part of you already convinced yourself that this wouldn’t be anything different: just another highlight to your getaway vacation that you’d look fondly back on a few years down the line.

You had a month left in Barcelona, maybe an additional few weeks depending on the client. What could possibly go wrong?

———

A knock took your attention from your work to the door. You looked at the time–it was early evening on a Saturday and you weren’t expecting anyone. Perhaps you just imagined it? But then it came again not a minute later. You were reluctant to open it seeing as it was already dark but a ping from your phone that signalled a message from Alexia asking if you were home had you flying to the door. 

Upon opening it, you found Alexia there with Nala resting in the crook of her arm, phone in hand, and a paper bag in the other. 

“Took you long enough.” Alexia said playfully, all cool and confident but then her brows quirked upwards almost sheepishly as she said in a more tamed tone, “is this a bad time? I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

You smiled at her consideration before you ushered her in. “No, no! It’s fine, really! Come on in. Sorry, I just wasn’t comfortable opening the door when it’s dark without knowing who it was.”

“Ah, it’s my bad. I should’ve let you know before dropping by.” She bent down and let Nala loose before she untied her shoes and left them by the door. Nala bounded to the living charged with curiosity, nose to the ground, tail wagging as she carefully examined the new space. 

Alexia regarded her dog with an amused expression before she looked back at you. “I meant to bring this over after the game tomorrow but I saw the lights as I drove past so… here I am, I guess.”

You reassured her again as you locked the door behind her and you watched as she made her way to the kitchen. As you passed through the archway to the kitchen room, Alexia already situated herself by the counter taking out glass canisters from the paper bag she brought. When she took the lids off, a delicious aroma instantly filled the air, enticing your senses.

“What do you have there?” You asked as you leaned on the opposite side of the counter.

Alexia smiled at the eagerness in your tone and pride shone in her eyes as she spoke, “only the best fideuà and esqueixada in the world. Made special by my mother, of course.”

You peered into the containers and the sight made your mouth water instantly. As if it remembered that you hadn’t had any food yet, your stomach grumbled obnoxiously. Alexia definitely heard it because she fixed you with an amused smile and at that, your cheeks warmed so you tried to divert her attention. “You know what would put this all together?” 

“What?”

“Wine or champagne. Wait–are you allowed to drink?”

“I’m allowed since I’m still not qualified to play yet.” Her visage became somber for a moment–it fleeted so quickly you almost didn’t catch it–before the light in them returned again. “If you have it, white wine is the best complement for this.”

You hummed and tapped your chin, turning to make your way to the cellar. “I’ll have a look. I’m sure Derek has some wine stored in here somewhere.”

You’d mumbled the last part but it seemed Alexia’d caught it because she asked, “who’s Derek?”

Something odd in her tone stopped you and made you look back at her. Her face was unreadable, almost too neutral. She didn’t think Derek was your boyfriend, did she?

“Oh, Derek’s my brother. He hasn’t been here for a while but he owns this house.”

“Ah, I see,” Alexia cleared her throat, looking away and you could just see a hint of redness in her cheeks. “Well, I’ll lay out the plates. I suppose they’re just in...?”

“The bottom drawer to your right and the utensils are in the upper one.” You instructed as you continued towards the cellar.

“Oh, yeah, I see,” came Alexia’s muffled response. 

When you returned with the bottle of white wine, you found that Alexia managed to locate the glasswares by herself and were drying them with a tea towel. There was only one set of plate and utensils laid out though so you fixed her with a confused look.

“You’re not going to eat?”

Alexia shook her head. “I already had my fill with my family earlier. I’ll take the drink, though.”

“That’s nice that you visited your family today. How are they?” You sat at one of the high chairs by the counter, popped the wine open and poured each of you a glass. You noticed that Alexia’d heated up the fideuà for you from the steam that rose from its container which strengthened its aroma and made it all the more enticing. Alexia remained opposite you but she was close enough with her leaning forward on her elbows, her glass of wine in hand.

She sipped her wine and told you they were well, described little snippets of what’s been happening in her family life. She even told you about a prank she recently played on her sister, one that nearly made you choke on your wine. 

You listened as she talked, liking the way her brows quirked and her shoulders move as she spoke, how each gesture became more pronounced the more passionate or interested she was on a subject. You asked questions and engaged with the conversation every now and again as you savoured the rich taste of the pasta and the freshness of the salad. You’d never had anything like it and you told her as much. In response, she said she’d give the compliment to her mother when she saw her next which made your cheeks warm up again. Once you finished, you tidied up and though you insisted she didn’t have to, Alexia helped you wash up anyway. 

Afterwards, the both of you ended up in the living room with your glasses of wine. She gestured at your laptop on the couch with her glass.

“Work?”

“Yeah. Just double checking if I missed anything important and preparing for the match tomorrow.” You sat on the couch and put the laptop on your lap. Alexia opted to sit on the carpet, legs stretched and crossed, back leaned back against the couch, her head just beside your legs as Nala settled by her side.

She turned her head, looking up at you. “Can I see?”

You turned your laptop so she could see better. You flicked through the photos you were sorting through, explaining to her every now and then the thought process behind each shot. On some photos, Alexia asked you to pause so she could soak them in.

“These are great. You have a great eye.” Alexia complimented with an appraising nod as you got to the end. You thanked her as you pulled back. Then a question came to mind.

“Do you ever get used to it? The cameras, I mean.”

A pause.

“I’m not and I don’t think I ever will. I’m more comfortable with it now but if it’s possible to avoid, I’d do it. I know it’s a part of football and god knows how much more exposure women’s football needs,” Alexia released a heavy sigh, “but sometimes it just gets too much, you know? I mean, I really should be grateful, right? To have gotten to this point? But the media side of it is… not without its own set of miseries.” 

There was an inflection in her tone upon her admittance–guilt. You gently carded your fingers through her hair, Alexia leaned into your touch in response, and you replied just as softly, “it must’ve been difficult. It still is and for you, especially. And I don’t know if anyone’s told you lately but you have to know: you’ve given so much of yourself already. It’s not a sin to want a little peace, Alexia, and it doesn’t make you ungrateful for wanting it, it just makes you human.” 

Alexia took a deep breathe before she rested her temple against your knee. Then you heard her whisper, “thank you.”

A silence fell upon the both of you after that but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. She remained that way for the majority of the night, head against your knee as she watched a game of football on the TV. 

By the time you finished up your work, it was already late evening and Alexia’d dozed off beside you. You felt bad as you gently woke her up and groggy hazel eyes found yours when you did. The sight made your heart ache from how much Alexia looked younger and more at peace this way, and you told her to wash up so she could stay the night.

And she did.

Now, your cheek felt warm against her chest despite the slight dampness of her borrowed shirt from her hair. Her skin smelt faintly of the soap you were using and with her arm around your waist, you fell asleep content, lulled to a deep slumber by the steady rhythm of her heart.

———

“Hey, please don’t wear that, it’s dirty,” came Alexia’s reprimand from behind you.

You glanced at her reflection in the mirror: Alexia was propped up on the pillows against the headboard, an arm behind her head, nude except for the bundle of sheets that covered one of her thighs, the marks you’d left on her neck and chest last night and this morning generously displayed for you to behold. 

She was nothing short of glorious, you thought, looking relaxed and content like this. 

You turned your attention back to your own reflection: Alexia’s Barcelona jersey draped over your smaller frame and fell just partway down your bare thighs. It felt comfortable against your skin and the fact that it smelt just like Alexia made it feel all the more special.

When you looked at her reflection again, you found her with an affectionate smile, eyes lidded and brows inflected slightly upwards, and suddenly the attention warmed your cheeks.

“But you only wore it for a shoot, right?”

“I mean, yeah, but you know what I mean.”

You hummed, “do you need it?”

“No, I have spares,” she replied before she raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“That means I have time to wash it before I give it back since you insists that it’s dirty.” You said drily as you turned away from the mirror and padded your way to the bed, crawling on the sheets on your knees once you got there.

As soon as you got close enough, Alexia’s hands were immediately on you, guiding you to straddle her lap before she embraced you fully, resting her chin between the valley of your breasts as she looked up at you. You carded your fingers through her hair to see those fair, hazel eyes that never failed to make you shiver.

“I didn’t say you have to hurry. Plus… I kinda like seeing my number on you.” And then she was kissing your neck and you felt one of her hand creeping its way down to cup your ass. You gasped when you felt the heat of her fingers brushing against your core and you buried your own in her hair as she traced a path from your throat to your ear with her tongue, nipping at your lobe when she got there.

“Fuck… Alexia…” You moaned, “you’re insatiable.”

She kissed your shoulder and then she whispered, “only for you.”

———

Something flashed from the corner of your eye followed immediately by a string of whispered curses and a familiar whirring sound. You put your thumb over the line you were just reading so you wouldn’t lose your place before you looked over your bare shoulder to the corner of the room you knew Alexia was who you found, as expected, holding one of your Polaroid cameras. 

She was only wearing a pair of grey sweats which left her torso bare and–like all the time you saw her nude–you couldn’t help but appreciate the soft curves of her breasts and the carved muscles of her stomach. When she met your gaze, she smiled almost sheepishly at you not dissimilar to a child being caught stealing cookies from the jar.

You raised a playful eyebrow at her but instead of answering, she placed her eye over the viewfinder, aimed the camera at you, then pressed the shutter again.

The film came out with a whir and Alexia immediately tucked it into the pocket of her sweats. She then began to make her way towards you and at every other step, she’d stop to take a photo of you, carefully manoeuvring the camera to get the right angle as she did so. It was an endearing sight, really, and it was one that filled your chest full of warmth. 

Eventually, she ended up on you, turning you over on your back as she straddled your waist, leaving you at the mercy of Alexia and her camera. From this position, you couldn’t help but feel extremely vulnerable and exposed not because of your bareness, but because you knew with the way your chest surged with warmth from how Alexia gazed down at you with a satisfied grin, the dimple on her cheek showing as her tongue peeked out between her teeth at the corner of her mouth, seemingly focused on getting the right shot, that this was a woman who had the power to completely and utterly unravel you. 

As a photographer, you were well acquainted with how cameras had the capacity to capture the essence of a moment–to display in raw details the emotions of its subject and freeze them in time, readying them for the dissection and scrutiny of the viewer. You wondered then what Alexia would see written in the shadow, the light, and the colours in the photos she just took of you once she looked at them, and the thought both elated and frightened you. 

Alexia brushed away hair from your temple but as she was about to pull away, you put yours atop of hers and turned your cheek into her palm, looking directly at her behind the camera. You heard her breath catch and then she stuttered out a breath, and the flash barely registered in your mind because you were too focused on the strength and the warmth of Alexia’s hand as you pressed butterfly kisses on the inside of her palm. 

The next thing you knew, the camera was abandoned completely and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out from your throat when you finally felt Alexia’s lips on yours.

———

Alexia sat on one of the high chairs in the kitchen room, hair damp, a game of football on the mounted TV that was left forgotten in place of… something that you couldn’t quite see from this distance. Alexia’s shoulders were hunched over in concentration and you didn’t have the heart to interrupt whatever she was doing so you leaned on the archway, content with just observing her do her work.

“Are you just gonna stand there or would you care to join me?” You rolled your eyes and you didn’t fight the smile that graced your lips. So much for being sneaky–the fact that Alexia was an accomplished footballer who had crazy spatial awareness occasionally slipped your mind.

“Okay, Gwen Stacy, calm down.” Alexia looked over her shoulder then and stuck her tongue out at you, grinning. “How did you even know I was here?”

“Your reflection on the microwave.” She gestured to it with her chin and sure enough from this angle you were instantly visible especially with the white shirt you had on. The dark glossy surface almost made you look like a ghost.

Standing on your toes, you draped yourself over her broad back, arms wrapping loosely around her neck as you peered down. “So, what are we working on?”

“This.” 

A bracelet made of a dark-blue and red string that looped into itself with a singular, small gold diamond-shaped charm right in the middle, a vertical bar at the two corner points of the long edge of the diamond, dangled between Alexia’s fingers. She took your right hand and placed it in your palm so you could look at it: the bracelet was simple but it’s delicate nature made it all the more beautiful and elegant.

“Oh, wow, this is so pretty.” 

“It’s for you.” At that you looked at her, half-afraid that she’d feel the way your heart raced at her words against her back. 

You were so busy trying to find the right thing to say that you didn’t realise that she took the bracelet back until you felt the warmth of her fingers on your palm as she turned your hand over. You watched her as she wrapped it around your wrist, securing the tie. You turned your right wrist over and looked at the delicate bracelet, and something in your heart soared at the small gift. The fact that Alexia made it herself made it all the more special to you.

“Thank you, Alexia. I love it.”

“You’re welcome.”

That night while you were sufficiently warm nestled by Alexia’s side, naked except for the sheets, your head on her chest, a realisation hit you.

“It represents FC Barcelona, isn’t it?”

Alexia hummed in answer, the rumble from the sound a pleasant sensation on your cheek. Then she held your wrist in the space between her thumb and index finger, the width of her palm supporting your hand as she turned your hand just so so the gold of the diamond could catch the light.

“And what else?”

At that, you looked at the bracelet intently. The two bars: one and one–Alexia’s number. So she really was serious when she said she liked seeing her number on you.

You let out a small laugh, then you nuzzled her jaw as you spoke, “you little sneak.”

———

Minding her bad knee, you flipped the both of you over with a strength that even surprised yourself and with how Alexia’s brows raised high, you supposed it took her off guard, too. You settled your weight on her stomach and you bit your lip when you felt her abs tense against your core, and the desire in you blazed into a raging inferno that threatened to burn you inside out.

She grabbed your ass in both hands with a firm grip, making you gasp when her hold made you grind against her stomach, her eyes smouldering as she looked up at you. 

That look was your last straw; you couldn’t stop fighting your desire anymore so you let it swallow you whole. You fell forward, bracing your weight against your elbows as you craned your neck to kiss Alexia, rough and desperate, her lower lip between your teeth. The action rewarded you with a low moan, a delicious sound that shot heat straight down to your core.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Alexia gasped out between your relentless kisses.

“I like being on top,” was your simple answer whispered hotly against her ear, nipping gently at the soft skin there–teasing. 

Then it was your turn to gasp. 

Her fingers dug delightfully into your flesh, kneading your ass roughly before easing them apart with equal force. The harsh treatment caught you by surprise and the effect of it even more unexpected as you immediately melted against her, moaning her name helplessly against the crook of her neck. 

She knew just how to make a mess of you.

“Hmm, do you?” She asked coyly and then proceeded in a deliciously low voice that oozed seduction, smugness, and sex. “Too bad I’m still in control.”

“Fuck.” Your body answered for you in a full-body shiver. Her words turned you on to the brink of falling and you found no purchase as you slipped from the ledge.

It should be embarrassing how you could come without Alexia even fucking you, and it should scare you that she had this much power over your body but in this moment, when her hands were everywhere but your pussy and her filthy words were whispered hotly in your ear, you could care less. So you fell apart, shaking and weak, as you sank on top of Alexia’s firm and soft body, her name barely coherent from the sobs that came out of your lips. Euphoria lit every nerve in your body as you came, the fabric of your underwear latched deliciously on your pussy like a second skin and you were sure that you’d made a mess on Alexia’s bare stomach.

You only realised Alexia had stopped her teasing ministrations until you heard her thick voice through the haze of the afterglow which you barely caught.

“You came.”

It wasn’t a question, really, but you let out a small affirmative moan because what else could you do? You were mush–the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard and left you floundering that no thoughts formed in your mind, just pure bliss and ecstacy. But as the veil of euphoria began to lift, embarrassment bled into the edges of your consciousness and with it the instinct to apologise. The words were poised at the tip of your tongue when Alexia moaned.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” she breathed out and when you found the strength to lift your head to look at her, her eyes were lidded, pupils blown so wide they were almost all black.

And then she was pulling you in for a kiss, and then the wet heat of her tongue traced the edge of your ear, and she was nipping at your jaw while she dragged her palms from your ass to the side of your ribs. Your skin burnt at her touch and you could do nothing but surrender, to moan and whimper as your heat blazed anew despite having just been swept away.

“But this time, you’re going to come with my fingers in you.”

She didn’t even let the words sink in. Instead she wasted no time to slip her hand between your bodies and to push aside the fabric of your ruined underwear. Usually, Alexia liked to tease you and ease her fingers in you slowly as she sought as much reaction from you as she could, but the slick she found there must had been enough to satisfy her because she pushed two fingers in as soon as she found you. The thickness of her fingers slid in easily and you nearly screamed her name from the pleasure. 

She was relentless in her endeavour to make her words true with the way she gripped your hip steady with her free hand so you didn’t stray too far from her touch when you moved to meet her thrusts, the pace at which she worked her fingers in you left you lightheaded the same way her teeth on your neck worked to drive you insane.

“Alexia, Alexia, Alexia–” You chanted her name like a holy litany, burying your face into her hair that was now slightly damp with sweat and breathed her in: her scent of sun and freshly cut grass, of faint wintergreen, and an essence that was uniquely hers. The moment left you full with something heavy and warm, something that spoke of and hoped for forever, and clarity washed over you: this wasn’t like one of your previous dalliances anymore because you wanted more with her.

The realisation hit you hard, the gravity of it left your mind in a momentary stasis that when you came back to yourself, the shock of your orgasm knocked the breath from your lungs and you felt yourself being pulled by the tide. So strong was it that you could do nothing but pray the flood wouldn’t take you–that Alexia wouldn’t let you drown.

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: i think this is the halfway point guys for this one #ik alexia mentioned somewhere that she has dinner with her family on fridays but for this fic's sake i made it to saturdays lol #also i have a backlog of ideas i wanna start writing but i really wanna finish this one first #just a side note this part is 4.3k #so on aggregate this is officially the longest fanfic id written so far. #hope you guys like this and would love to know what you think about the story so far #just a reminder: im tweaking minor details as i go so the most accurate copy of all the parts will be on my ao3 (@thesunisatangerine) #apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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the idea of yoo - 1.4. what even is love? (written)

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“you sure about joining me for this service?” you looked at rei who was also putting her shoes on. nodding in confirmation that she does want to do this.

“i wouldn’t worry much about you being bored. father lee would keep you entertained.”

“why?”

“he says some… out of pocket things.”

rei looks at you confused as you fix her top. the sad smile is still evident in your features but not quite like the weeks before. an entire month, you were busy to say the least; working on backlogs and gaining extra for you and rei - mostly for rei.

the mass was quite the usual, you did have a responsibility for being the pianist to which you have to start looking for a new one.

your gaze travels around the people sitting below, rei is right next to you, looking around the amount of instruments just for you.

there’s jimin… i really messed up.

jimin lost her spark, the same gleam you saw when first meeting had been gone - like a star after a supernova, becoming a black hole. hoping that wasn’t the case for the shining star that is yoo jimin.

yeonjun was late, sitting next to his dad, who had quite the expression for whatever they were talking about. he still looked the same from the day he found out - disappointed, sad, and confused.

deacon yoo became white noise to you, you’ve heard the same message time and time again but you weren’t expecting jeno to stand in front. if rei was bored, this got her attention.

“thank you. love! what is love? love is patient, it is kind. it does not envy nor boast, it is not proud… which is why i love this little lady.”

if the heartbreak from the past month didn’t hurt, what jeno would say next will.

“and why - she’d make me a fantastic wife. Jimin, will you-“

“NO!” 

everyone turns around, yeonjun and jimin finally looks at you after a month. you were hoping not in this way, not letting your emotions get the best of you.

“i- uh- i just wanted to add that…” you maintained eye contact with jimin, within the friendship you had developed with yeonjun within the past months you learned one phrase. fuck it, we ball.

“love is-”

“love isn’t pretending.” yeonjun cut you off, taking a deep breath and a quick glance at deacon yoo then to jimin, looking at him so intently. “i know because i’ve been pretending. only for a few months, but it sucks.”

“yeon…” he’s being careful with his wording - not to cause mayhem in the small chapel. one that would make everyone question life and the little town that is kwangya.

“what sucks more is having to pretend to be - not you - your whole life.” that was directed at you, only yeonjun and rei know about it. 

“my whole life, i thought there was only one way to love, but there’s more. so many more - and i don’t wanna be the guy that stops someone loving… the way they want to love.” the yeonjun you first met months ago wasn’t like this. you knew him as the tall guy with pink hair and dances every now and then. he’s matured, understood where you were coming from, and he accepted it.

deacon yoo cuts him off, assuming this whole fiasco is done and getting ready to bring the attention back to jeno, the star of the show, the golden boy of the town, the one who everyone believed jimin is destined for. within years of observing, you learned one thing from yeonjun and jeno; fuck it, we ball.

“i also have been pretending…” gasps throughout the chapel, deacon yoo has given up at this point.

“i know where this is going, naoi y/n. i’m flattered, really, but you and i wo-”

“jeno, for once in your life - can it. i’ve been writing your assignments for the entirety of high school so stop acting like the hero in this story.” he shuts up, backs away and sits down next to father lee. taking a deep breath, you look back at jimin who has been looking at you for a while now.

“if you’ll forgive me, i will just rewrite you one last time.” you look at yeonjun who finally looks up at you, a sad smile, teary eyes, and flushed cheeks - nodding to let you continue on.

“love isn’t patient, kind, humble… love is messy, deceiving, selfish, and… bold.” jimin is confused as you walk down the stairs from the balcony. rei recording everything that is happening and you just let it.

“it’s not finding your perfect half. it’s about trying and reaching, and failing - despite the effort you put in with no promise of success. love is being willing to try something new.” a quick glance at yeonjun, he smiles at you, urging you to continue on.

“love is admiring your favorite art, despite it being overrated - but despite everyone looking your way and admitting that you are no different from the rest. yet, you are. the good thing about being different is that no one expects you to be like them.” everything finally clicks to jimin, from the letters, your actions, how different yeonjun is compared to the letters and conversations she had with him.

“love is accepting them for who they are despite the deception - making them fall for the idea of you.”

“you.”

“... yeah.”

you hold your breath, jimin makes her way. assuming she’d go after you - slap you, scream even, but no. she walks towards yeonjun, somewhat apologetic eyes and a loud smack was all you heard as she leaves. everything goes into mayhem. you started this.

“AMEN!” father lee shouted as everyone started screaming, fighting, having some bits and pieces of realization. yeonjun and his father talking, you couldn’t hear it but all you could is them hugging each other then the sudden scream from mr. choi.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” yeonjun turn his head away from his father smacking him in the head, a smile towards you and a thumbs up. mouthing we good? you nod as you sign him to cover his head for another smack from his father.

“come on, let’s get going. that’s enough of this chaotic mess.” rei pulls you out of the chapel, letting the noise die down as you walk out and head on home.

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[sailor-aviator]

Okay, so I've gone back and forth on whether or not to post this, but here we are. Long post under the cut.

I realize that I tend to post updates fairly often. However, I am not a machine, and I do actually have a full time job. The only reason I've been able to update like I have is because we've been in the off season. Eventually, things are going to pick up quite a bit and more than likely, I won't have as much free time to post like I do now. With that being said, I will try to get updates to you guys as much as I can, BUT there seems to be an attitude going around (not just towards me, but towards many other authors on here) that we should be updating almost every day. This is not feasible. Do I love that you guys love my stories so much? Absolutely! And I love talking about them with y'all. However, this is a hobby first and foremost. I am not being paid to write these stories and everything that I do post, I post for free. So, it's a little aggravating when I get asks in my inbox asking when I'm updating again after it's only been a week. It's a little aggravating when I get asks in my inbox for requests with not even a please or thank you, just a demand for something.

Which brings me to the next point. I don't mind taking requests. In truth, I'm a little backlogged right now, so until I can catch up, specific requests are closed. I will still talk about the stories with you guys, but I wouldn't necessarily expect a drabble until I can catch up on some of the ones that have been sitting in my inbox for about two months now. Along this same line, I really don't appreciate people coming into my inbox and telling me that you like my writing and then turning around and insulting it. I also don't appreciate when people come into my inbox and ask me to write an entire AU with specific scenarios while also insulting the way I write my characters. I love hearing about the different AUs you guys wanna see me do, but when you are sending me paragraphs of specific things you want to see in the AU, then it's no longer just an idea. At that point, you should be considering writing it yourself because it's not my original story at that point.

To clarify, there's a big difference between "I think it would be really cool if you wrote a mob AU and the reader could be a waitress or work in a bookshop or something" and "You should write a mob AU where the reader is a waitress and gets caught in a shootout and this character saves her! But then it turns out the waitress is secretly working undercover to bring down the mob boss and there's a shootout where this thing happens and then the characters have this specific conversation and then..."

I'm not trying to be a bitch, I swear I'm not. But it's frustrating when I can tell some of you don't even read the actual stories before ragging on them and then submitting a request in the same breath. It's also getting a little frustrating when I have the tag list at the top of my posts (with the trigger warnings) and I'm still being asked to add people to the tag list. I try to be accomodating and understanding, guys, but things have been a little much recently, and I just felt like I needed to say something. I know I'm not the only author on here experiencing this sort of stuff, and I'm not going to sit here and say that I'm speaking for them, but please start reading the author notes and the trigger warnings and what the author has posted before the actual story. And please stop pestering the authors on here about when they're posting. I know some people post daily, hell, I used to be one of them back when I was unemployed. But we have lives outside of this website guys, and a lot of us have plans with the holidays upon us as well as mental health problems with the changing seasons.

Again, I'm not trying to be a bitch, but I think people tend to forget that there are actual people behind these accounts, and while we love interacting with and giving you guys content, sometimes we need a break too. I know I have other hobbies other than writing, and sometimes I just need to take a step back so I don't get burnt out and stop writing altogether. Just show a little compassion and courtesy, y'all, that's all I'm asking.

Happy Holidays, and I hope to have something out for y'all this week if not a couple things. I have the entire week after Christmas off, but I don't know how much I'll be able to write given I have to go get my car fixed now and I have plans with some friends.

#long post #love y'all #just had to get this off my chest #but i'm very thankful for each and every one of you #liz rambles

[class-1b-bull]

hello! heard your drafts were empty, here’s a suggestion!

personal nitpicks you have about the characterization of class 1B/or just the characters in itself in any aspect?

also more of an ask instead of a prompt, but how often/do you do more full length fics? haven’t fully looked through your backlog yet xp

- 🎭

Not proofread we die like men

My personal thoughts/nitpicks for each character.

Awase - Honestly I have nothing to nitpick about his character itself (other than his lack of style) but I dont like how the fandom doesn't acknowledge how hard he has worked to become a pro (he litterally almost died for momo during the summer camp attack)

Sen - i have nothing to nitpick exsept I wish we could see his love for photography a little bit in the show instead of just having horikoshi saying he likes photography yk

Kamakiri - i dont like how he doesnt have a cannon backstory or cannon reasoning for being as loud and brash as he is. Bakugou and Monoma have their reasons for being dicks so I wanna know his.

Kuroiro - i have nothing to nitpick because he is perfect. (Seriously tho, i love his design, character, personality and quirk and it all fits him so well. I just wish we could see more of him)

Kendo - im not sure what it is about her character but theres something there I dont really like. I cant tell what it is tho so I cant nitpick it rip. Its been bothering me since ive first started bnha.

Kodai - my only nit pick with her is I have a hard time writing for her sometimes but thats about it. Shes kinda boring and she has no hard set personality traits so i struggled to wrjte her in the past

Komori - the only thing I have to say for her is we dont see her as much as we should in the show but that could be said about all of class 1B.

Shiozaki - i actually didnt like her when I started this blog and was originally gonna exclude her from the blog because she made me uncomfortable but the more i have written for her the more she grew on me so now I dont mind her.

Shishida - hes kinda boring to me but I like the memes that make him seem like the class dog instead of just a student yk? I saw someone say hes scared of a hairdryer before lmao. Not rlly a nitpick but idc

Shoda - hes kinda basic to me all around. His cannon personality, likes, quirk, ect. Its all just kinda bland in comparison to most of the characters in the show (especially since this show prides itself on unique characters)

Pony - i dont like how she stabbed ojiro in season 5 or 6 I forgot which one. But yea thats about it. Shes pretty fun for me to write sometimes especially when I talk about her being American. But yea all i really have to nitpick is her stabbing ojiro

Tsubaraba - his quirk and personality is more on the unique side when it comes to this show (considering most of the side characters are the quiet/shy type.) But his design isnt anything special. The only way I can tell kosei apart from a random background character is his eyes. If his back is turned I have no idea who he is lmao

Tetsutetsu - in my heart those things around his eyes is a mask. I dont care that the author said they're eyelashes, its a mask. (Same thing with tokoyami having hair and not feathers...)

Tokage - shes cool and all but she is so fucking hard to write (especially since im trying to not dumb the characters down to one or two specific details) but her entire wiki is just 'emotional girl that likes dinosaurs, she kinda smart too' yk?

Manga - i love him and there is nothing to nitpick because he is perfect. He has one of the more unique personalities and quirks out of everyone in the show (in my opinion) and it fits him very well.

Honenuki - i dont like his design all that much. I like the mutation and his quirk is ok in my opinion but I dont like most other parts of his physical design.

Bondo - i like him but ive struggled to write for him a lot of the time because hes kinda boring and lacks any unique personality traits. Talking to him would be like talking to a wall but idc i live him anyways.

Monoma - his reasoning for being a dick to all of class 1-A is better than bakugous reason for being a dick but people excuse bakugous behavior but not monomas for some reason. Not really a nitpick on him but oh well.

Reiko - all I have to say about her is her personality is a little hard for me to write sometimes. Maybe because i dont know as much about her as I do some of the other students but she lacks emotion sometimes.

Rin - he is called the martial arts hero so where tf is the martial arts? I wanna see rin do martial arts in the way weve seen uraraka do martial arts but we dont get that >:( also there is so little content for him it actually drives me insane.

And to answer the fanfiction question-

I have yet to do any actual fanfiction simply because I dont think I would be good at it. I have creative ideas and i can put it into words until a certain point but I am unable to drag things out properly and put proper care into longer writings due to impatience and my lack of confidencein my longer writings. I might think about writing short oneshots for charachters in the future but for now I will stick with headcanons :P

Anyways my life is slowly being consumed by sun haven.

#class 1b #bnha headcannons #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #awase yousetsu #sen kaibara #kamakiri togaru #shihai kuroiro #itsuka kendou #yui kodai #kinoko komori #ibara shiozaki #jurota shishida #nirengeki shoda #pony tsunotori #kosei tsuburaba #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #setsuna tokage #manga fukidashi #juzo honenuki #kojiro bondo #neito monoma #reiko yanagi #rin hiryu

[juniper-pines]

Help Please! Commissions! Art for Doodles! Drive to Immediately Stabilize!

So I have a little under 80 days as of this writing to make about $8,000.00 - $10,000 USD

I have been struggling without work. Unpayed bills from the past few months have piled up. I've lost so much already, and I'm at risk of losing even more. On top of that, I need to move halfway across the country by the end of October, since the family I'm staying with is moving out of the country. I can't really follow them with my financial situation.

This escalation happened about a week after I had finally reached a point where I'm able to complete commissions and take in new ones. So now I have additional plans and schedules and stuff that need to be done... Additional money needs to be made, and fast, before I can settle into a more sensible work flow.

So... I'm doing everything. EVERYTHING! Whatever I can do! It's crunch time x1000!

The Quick Summary:

I have a Carrd now! There, you can find links to all my socials, Patreon, Ko-fi, GoFundMe, the form for requesting Commissions or Doodles-For-Donations and Monthly Patreon Doodles, and more! Check it out: https://juni-p.carrd.co/

My Patreon has been updated and makes sense finally! Monthly Doodles can be requested from the form at the bottom of the Commissions page on my Carrd for each monthly Patreon contribution!

You can request Doodles-For-Donations on that same form if you're donated anywhere! Ko-fi, Patreon, wherever! Check out the bottom of the Commissions page on my Carrd for info and a link to the form!

Commissions are open for requests right now! I'll start taking new ones very soon, so get your requests in! Look for the form link on the bottom of my Carrd's Commissions page!

My GoFundMe is still available, and has been updated with info about the move and such. You can read that for more info about it all and donate if you're feeling generous <3 (Also, this still counts for Doodles-for-Donations, too, if you want!)

Soon I'll have a store! With stickers and stuff! Maybe even shirts! I'll send out notifications when there's merch and stuff up, and the links will be up on my Carrd too!

Lots more specifics below, so keep reading! And thank you in advance for any help!

MILESTONES:

I have an income tracker on the Carrd, under News. When I hit a milestone, I'll be doing something special! ...though I haven't figured out what the special thing is just yet! Pls let me know if you have ideas. I wanna make it nice b/c TYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYthankyou~

PATREON INCENTIVES!

All Patreon backers now get a Doodle per month! Details and request form are on the Carrd! It's the same form as Commissions, so just make sure you pick the "Patreon" option, okay? I'm still thinking of what other incentives I can put on there. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know! I really appreciate y'all so much~

KOFI and Donation Doodles!

Like the Patreon doodles, but for one-time donations and things like that I'll be doing these whenever I'm on stream, too, so come say hi! Same request form! It's all on the Carrd!

Commission Requests are open!

I'll be taking new ones soon, once I get more of my backlog done, so if you want a commission, get your requests in! Pricing and details all on the Carrd! I'm working hard <3 <3

Also I'm doing Animations now, too! And YCH stuff soon! I'm excited about it!!! :D :D :D Pic related to both <3 (Thank you X!!!)

GoFundMe

My GoFundMe's been updated to explain my situation some, and to help give me some relief from the amount of work I now have to do in such a short time. Shares, reblogs, etc, are just as appreciated as the donations. Thank you <3

I'm also opening a RedBubble with stickers and prints and stuff!

I don't know what to put there yet, but I already have the storefront and such. More to come soon, of course <3 It's empty at the time of posting, but there'll be stuff there soon!

Finishing commissions comes first, of course~

If you read all of that, TY

I am going through the climax of this whole ordeal I've been in for the past few years and/or most of my life Honestly, the uncertainty hitting such a high is scary, but I'm gonna do my best ( TuT)9 My DMs on Discord are always open if you have any thoughts or questions, okay? TY, everyone, for sticking with me through it all <3

#juni p text post #commissions #commissions open #gofundme #kofi #patreon #artists on tumblr #redbubble #carrd #ryo satsuma text post #my art #text post

[iraprince]

hi ira! im p sure i remember u regulary scan ur traditional stuff n also times where u said u didnt do it for a while or smthg. do u have any tip on where tf to start w a big backlog...i didnt have acess to a good scanner or camera for a long time and now i do but i have so much shit i wanna scan in (both sketchbooks n loose papers) i have no idea where and how to start :')

[wheezing softly] yeah "regularly" is the goal, but hitting big backlogs every few weeks is more accurate to reality lmfao. but that means i have a lot of little things i've folded into my workflow to make it more doable!

that being said, i'm sure what works best will vary person to person, but the core rule that works best for me is: scan the backlog in batches, but digitally clean/edit/organize each batch in one sitting. picking up in the middle of where you left off in a physical stack is easy; picking up where you left off in a bunch of nebulous digital files is a fucking nightmare.

what i mean by that is, like, let's say i have a stack of 60 sheets of paper to scan in. maybe i don't have the time/energy/attention span to scan all 60; i start running out of steam at page 20 or something. in that case, that's fine, set the rest of the pages aside; but if i sit down to start cleaning/editing that folder of 20 scans, i should do them ALL NOW. if i don't think i can clean them all tonight, i'm going to wait and start tomorrow.

the reason i'm adamant about that is like, say i get through cleaning scans 1-6 out of 20, then i want to pick them up tomorrow.... frankly unless i remember to write myself a note (and i probably won't) i'm going to forget which one i was on. it's a pain to open a bunch of the scans trying to remember which one i did, i lose the "flow" that you can kind of get into when doing tedious stuff like this, etc... these are all tiny problems that i know ppl can come up w a million simple solutions for but the fact of the matter is for a task that is already kind of overwhelming + tedious that i'm already dreading, ANY AND ALL sources of friction are going to make it more likely that i'm just going to keep putting it off, and then it just Won't Get Done.

basically, discover anything that potentially throws you off or makes you lose your spot or just makes the whole thing more of a pain in the ass (i can't remember where i saved everything, the papers are disorganized and i can't remember what i've already scanned, etc) and ELIMINATE IT (throw everything into sub-folders of one big folder called "SCANS" even if it's ugly, gather ALL the stuff u need to scan into big piles in one place even if it's ugly and then move them elsewhere when scanned, etc). it's tempting to want to be like "i will get all my shit perfectly color-coded studyblr organized first and THEN i'll do my scans" but realistically that just means you're never ever going to do it. shit does not need to be organized. shit needs to be EASY!!!!!!

now some technical stuff, which is again super personalized to what works for me but maybe it'll give ideas!

i use a free scanning software called NAPS2 and it's a godsend. there's a batch scan setting where u can tell it how many pages u have to scan, then set how many seconds it waits between each scan (i.e. 10 seconds, just enough to take each finished page off and swap in the next one/flip to the next page of ur sketchbook) and then it'll just automatically keep scanning/waiting 10 secs for the next one/scanning until the stack is done, WITHOUT having to click "scan" every time. ymmv but for me this is really nice bc my scanner is on the opposite side of the room from my computer lmao (walking back and forth to hit "scan" every time is a friction point. ELIMINATE.)

NAPS2 also makes batch-saving things really easy with placeholders! for example, let's say i have 120 pages to scan and i want to save them to a folder. instead of having to save and name each one individually as i go (friction point. ELIMINATE.), when i'm done scanning i can batch save and name them "april 7 scan $(nnn)" and the program will automatically name each one "april 7 scan 001.png," "april 7 scan 002.png," etc etc all the way up to "april 7 scan 120.png." it saves me an incredible amount of time. (you can also do placeholders for current date/year/etc if that's useful to you, but i already tend to manually sort my files into monthly folders so the placeholder numbering is the only thing i've used personally.)

if you have one of those "all-in-one" home office printers that has a top-loading feeder you can use for stacks of loose pages instead of putting them directly on the scanner glass, that can also be a good way to get a high volume done without having to open and close the scanner/place each individual page on the glass/hit scan every time etc; but i would only advise that for casual scans where the quality/alignment doesn't matter much, bc there's a higher risk of jamming/wrinkling and sometimes a lot of the scans come out a bit crooked that way.

when you're digitally cleaning (this is clip studio specific but i'm assuming a lot of software operates similarly): once i've done whatever correction/adjustment layers i need to crisp up my scans, usually a tone curve + saturation adjustment in my case, i hold off on merging the adjustments down right away!!! you can copy those adjustment layers and then paste them on top of all the other scans you have to edit. i.e. copy the tone curve layer from scan 1.png, switch tabs into scan 2.png, ctrl+v. scan 3, ctrl+v. scan 4, ctrl+v. rinse and repeat and now look, you basically only had to do the tone curve once and then you can get the rest of the batch 90% done with one keyboard shortcut each. depending on each image you'll probably have to tweak them for them to look their best, but it's still way faster than navigating the menus and redoing your tone curve/level adjustments/etc from scratch every time (friction point. ELIMINATE.), especially if you're trying to fight your way through dozens of files.

uhhhh what else. well here's just a quick flowchart of my scan process in case it helps visualize! my philosophy is for everything to be in service of the end goal (get scans organized into patreon sketchbook compilations/set aside for later refinement/ready to upload, then i'm probably never going to look at them much again); i organize just enough to make that EASY, but i don't bother with any form of organization that i won't need to reference later. again, more steps just = more reasons the shit is not going to get done. ELIMINATE. STREAMLINE. WIN

(there's also a folder by year but i forgot to stick that in and also who cares. i hope this makes, like, any sense at all)

#tutorials #resources #long post

[whisperingrockandroll]

WR&R MYSTERY KIDS LORE & WORLDBUILD MASTER POST

Gear up, kids, because this will be a long one.

It's been a while since I posted a new comic. Pretty soon there'll be a bunch, because I've been sitting on a mountain of scripts and just started making progress on actually making them into comics. I wanna build up a nice little backlog that I can queue up and not worry about for a long while. In the meantime though, I have something I hope will tide you guys over.

There's been a problem with my comic from the very beginning I've never really thought to address for years, and until now, I never found a good place for it. That problem is "worldbuilding." Originally when this comic started out, it was just a Psychonauts comic. Then I got into Mystery Kids, and the MKs just showed up out of nowhere.

If you're still interested, click under the cut. If you already find this post boring and kind of long, just skip it.

We never got any information on how the Mystery Kids club started or how they all met. For the longest time, I kind of just defered to the collective fandom's various disorganized headcanons and ideas and stuff. But I think enough time has passed that those ideas have all changed, been forgotten about, or branched off into their own individual works.

So, it's finally time for me to fix that by giving this comic its own set of lore and backstory. In this post I'm going to explain how everything happened, how the kids came together and what order everything happened in. This is kind of written for my own personal amusement, but also as a guide to keep in mind when I'm writing new stories in this setting, to keep things consistent.

PART ONE: THE CANON HISTORY

The first step for this little exercise is to figure out when all the stuff in the original "canon" happened. This is where things get a little messy, because we have to figure out a proper order for everything so all the pieces can fit into place.

First, we have to come up with a system for naming the different eras and phases where things happen, so we can more easily compartmentalize the different events. So we'll call the first year the Mystery Kids are together "Year One." Anything before that we'll call Year -1 or -2.

Year -2 is where we'll put the events of Paranorman. They happen in Fall, around Halloween probably. Nearly the end of the year. It's important to set this part the furthest back for reasons we'll get into later.

Year -1 is where we'll put Coraline and Psychonauts. Dipper and Mabel are still in Pidemont. There are a few references in the comic to Raz still having a water problem due to "the curse." But in PN2 he conquers the curse. We'll chock that up to lingering after-effects and him trying to get past the mental block.

Near the end of Year -1, Aggie returns and reunites with Norman in events identical to how they played out in Ask-Norgatha. A lot of things that happen are very similar to that old blog, with the exception being Norman and Aggie don't get together. That comes later.

Year 1 is when Gravity Falls happens. Coraline and Norman are family friends (or cousins? I haven't decided, maybe not. Maybe 'honoary cousins'?) Anyway, so: things play out pretty much how they did in that fan episode people made. Doctor Loboto (during a villainous relapse, or a manic episode) comes to Gravity Falls, Raz and Lili chase after him, Coraline and Wybie come with Norman's family on a vacation to Gravity Falls. Aggie stays behind because Norman doesn't want her to get lost. At this point, her Poltergeist powers haven't kicked in yet and other people can't see her, meaning she'd have no way to get home.

So, during Loboto's shennanigans, the kids all come together to stop him. That's when we move into…

PART TWO: THE FANON HISTORY

Note: in this period, my comic has a lot of Holiday specials. We're operating on Peanuts rules here, where the time-scaling slides around to keep the characters from aging. But we'll say in the "real" canon, the stuff that happens on Holidays actually happen on regular days, for the most part. If things "have to" happen on a Holiday, they'll all happen on the same one, just at different times. We'll try not to think too hard about this, because it's just a cartoon. We're out to make a consistent world, but not to arbitrarily restrict ourselves. None of this stuff happened in the "real" world anyway.

Anyway, moving right along to the rest of "Year 1." This is for the comics I made while the show was still airing, so things all kind of click together.

This is where the first Mystery Kids Adventure happens. The kids are all united and save the day. All of this happens right in the middle of the events of Gravity Falls. From then on out, the kids have adventures together on and off, but its a little hard because they have to travel a pretty great distance to hang out together. They keep in touch on social media and stuff, occasionally finding ways to fake excuses to go out and travel together. But mostly, the group is pretty disorganized.

Dib is also a mindless fanboy of the group and wants to join, but everybody thinks he's weird and annoying, so they try their best to politely blow him off. Then he builds a teleporter that lets the kids get together easier, but the thing just barely works. Dib is made a "junior member" and just sort of hangs around.

The kids have a "clubhouse", but it's just a shanty shack built by Soos, half a mile away from the Mystery Shack.

At some point during this period, the Bedlam returns and the kids have to team up to stop her. Aggie helps somehow with her newly-emerging poltergiest powers. The Bedlam is defeated, and that's the last "real" adventure they have for a little while. They don't have a reliable way to meet up anymore, so they only get together for parties and stuff. This is where the Season 3 Finale happens, if you've read my archives.

PART THREE: THE CURRENT SITUATION

From Season 4 and onwards, everything that happens to the Mystery Kids happens in Year 2. That's where we are now.

It starts with Dib on one of his own little adventures. Somehow, he ends up stumbling on an abandoned treehouse that used to belong to the Kids Next Door. It hasn't been populated in years, but its full of still-functional tech that just got left behind. With it, Dib's able to power-up the teleporter technology and now the Mystery Kids can come together whenever they want. You need to stand perfectly still for like five minutes for the teleporter to work, so it isn't a "get out of danger free" plot device.

Seems like a REALLY important development to happen offscreen and go totally unmentioned, right? Well… I thought of it retroactively, so, whoops! But it's fine. We'll just have to make a flashback comic later where the kids find it.

So, from now on, everything that happens in the comic happens here, in Year 2.

If you've read this far, I'd like to thank you for humoring my nonsensical fanfiction ramblings for my silly mspaint webcomic. I hope you had fun and got as much out of that as I did. I'm really happy I was finally able to put it all together in one coherent place.

#Mystery Kids #Psychonauts #Gravity Falls #Coraline #Paranorman #Invader Zim #Long Post #Lore Dump

[damnslippyplanet]

@leupagus requested, and her wish is my command. At least on a Monday morning when I'd rather be thinking about fic than my weekend email backlog. So:

List five of your least-popular fics, as well as when/why you wrote them.

the green place, Word of Honor modern AU, YeXie, 2021

This was a little string of YeXie Week ficlets based on word prompts. Friend Ritualist* and I had been batting around some ideas for a Plant Witch Xie'er fic in the DMs and I thought I'd use YeXie week to play around with the character voices/world a little and see how I liked writing those two. I had a lovely time writing it, but semi-connected short ficlets where the rimming is (just barely) off-screen are a hard sell. Also I left it marked incomplete for a long time thinking I might go back and finish out the week's prompts, so I'm sure it got passed over by the very wise people who don't read WIPs. No regrets, I like knowing Plant Witch Xier'er is out there even if he'll probably never really get written.

*babe, I'm blanking out and can only think of your pro author tumblr name and not your fandom one, if you're seeing this and wanna be linked, drop your fandom url in the comments and I'll link you up

The Desert Dreams of a River, Darkangel Trilogy, Aeriel/Irrylath, Erin/OFC, 2019.

Yuletide fic! With the hit count you expect for a Yuletide genfic based on one of your formative pieces of circa-1982 fiction about a girl trying to reform a vampire while they live on the terraformed moon. Written in a frantic haze just short of deadline, if I recall, as I'd started a different angle on it that didn't quite work. I'm not saying this story was just an excuse to get Erin a wife, but it was sort of that, since the prompt didn't really allow for Erin to wife Aeriel. (But she SHOULD HAVE. Let Aeriel Have A Husband And A Wife.) I loved these books so much. Unfortunately something must be really fucked with the licensing because only the third of the trilogy was available as an ebook at the time and that doesn't seem to have changed? Pick up a hard copy of the first book if you ever see one, though.

every word is nonsense, Only Friends, Ray&Sand, 2023

Another little tidbit of a fic as an exercise in character voice again and also how much I liked how much the show likes their smoking scenes. Look. I'm a person of a certain age who smoked like a chimney as a teenager and into my early twenties, and I can't help the programming that got into my bones about the inherent eroticism of sharing a cigarette. (lolsob, high five to my fellow Thai BL nerds, how are we all doing this week with the one-two- punch of the DFF shotgunning scene and the new 4 minutes teaser? it's fine, i'm fine.) I wrote this thinking that next I would write some RaySand smut and then didn't because the whirl of Thai BL fandom pulled me on to something else, but at some point I want to rewatch this show and may still write it then because it fed my FirstKhao shipper heart so well.

dizzy in your wake, Nirvana in Fire, Changsu/Jingyan, 2020?

I'm not the one who said "what if Mei Changsu were a were-octopus," that was a series of amazing twitter threads by @astronicht. But people just KEPT sending it to me because I am known to think octopus content is very cool and also to be a Mei Changsu Girlie, and eventually a couple of friends shook me until 600 words of ridiculousness came out. What surprises me is not that this one has few kudos, but that it has >10 kudos at all. I would say this is the most niche and silly thing I've written except I've also written MDZS/Jupiter Ascending fusion fic, so let's not pretend I have any dignity left. Written in 2020 but it didn't get posted until later because I don't usually post things this short. At some point I was in one of those "it's an ARCHIVE, we should put ALL THE THINGS THERE" moods and slapped a few NiF ficlets written for the group chat up there.

A Second Dose, Hannibal, Bev/Freddie, 2016

This was the thing where you write an odd little rarepair and it's so much fun you come back and do a sequel you hadn't meant to write. I'd written Bev/Freddie before and then when a Hannibal rarepair fest came around I was like, hey, what if I did that again. Possibly I just wanted to revisit the cat named after Rosalind Franklin that I'd made up for Bev.

#slippy writes things

[manchasama]

Not sure how long this is gonna be, my hand really hurts (and my back just kicking in lol thaaaaanks), just wanna get some thoughts out

Been recovering lately, defo feeling better but not there yet.  Been so stressed and busy since, well, November really.  But January and February defo took the cake.  Work was brutal, but I was taking advantage of an opportunity before it vanished.  In a better world, we would have started getting ready back in August when I first started asking (thinking that was late to start planning for the Feb event), but because of politics and all that guff we didn’t even get the go until late Dec/early Jan. 

I am not going to get into the details, but rest assured I was working my batutty off.  Then I got covid lol.  While in another state.  *throws hands up*

So yeah, it was about what I expected, with some minor differences.  Took a full week off work (which sucked bc half those days were supposed to be vacation recovery days, not sick recovery days), worked from home for a week and a half, and finally went back into the office today (tested negative a few times and took a few extra days anyway, it was fine). 

I just have this lingering cough that, guess what!  Gets worse when I talk!  *snickers*  That week off where I just slept a lot, I didn’t have a cough.  Minute I get back to work (remote but phone calls), suddenly I start coughing.  Bah!  So that leaves me pretty tired at the end of the day.  Also my back is acting up because of all the sedentary laying around I’ve been doing, but that will work itself out as I get more active again.  The biggest problem with today is for some reason my hand feels like it’s cramping up constantly, without actually cramping.  owie :(

Anyway, before my hand gives up, I just wanted to get some thoughts out that weren’t just whining.  I have been trying to keep my submas interest up (or any interest, let’s be real it’s hard for me to do anything extra when I’m so work tired) through the months, but leaving an avenue to revive the spark when I have the time and energy to work on it.  Threw on my submas playlist on the way home, and yeah, I’ve definitely forgotten what songs go to what scenes/ideas other than vibes.  Just need to do a few daydreaming sessions to pick some of it back up I think, plus go over my notes and all.

I’ve also been thinking I should just...post the raw ideas to Ao3.  Started thinking it when I saw a post going around about how...historians? I forget what their job/passion was, but people who like to ready histories, understand why people liked the stories they saved, highlights and notes in the margins, the every day small loves that don’t make the big history books, that sort of thing.  How those people were basically writing a love letter to people who save those little snippets, print out fanfics, things like that. 

I think it was another post, might have been the same, that was also encouraging people to use Ao3 as the archive it is.  It doesn’t have to be complete works.  It’s there to archive the words, that’s all. 

So yeah.  As much as I want to and intend to try to write the full stories, I’m thinking of just transferring some of the tumblr posts/ideas, some of the snippets from my notes, into Ao3.  Because I want to share the stories with people, and if I can’t write them in full, at least I can share the heart of the ideas.  I still need to transfer old fics to Ao3 too, unfinished as they are.  And I’m kinda hoping that new eyes and new interactions spark my interest again, get my brain going into story-mode again.

I’ve been trying to do some reblogging on my backlog of tumblr stuff.  I know I could just hit the heart button.  I know I could reblog without comment or tag.  But I really like leaving people comments.  It’s just another thing that takes a bit of energy, that I haven’t had too much of.  But doing a bit at a time is good too!

My pain and energy levels have prevented me from doing much of anything for so long.  I can’t say it will change much.  I spend time with friends, which don’t get me wrong i love, but it eats into my free time, and more importantly my energy.  I have a trip coming up in May, which yeah sounds so far away, but it will be upon me way faster than I expect.  Who knows when I’ll have another flare-up (hand plz im almost done), or if work is going to drain me.  But now that the hardest is behind me, I’m hoping to keep things reasonable and have a chance to be creative again.

I want to start my garden (made a few small moves toward that).  I want to make more bracelets, and maybe sell some (character bracelets!  seriously i love my submas bracelets, i wish i could take pictures that do the colors justice).  I want to hang out with friends.  I want to write.  I want to write.  I want to write my stories and share them so much.  Just need to wrangle my brain together.  Balance them to my energy.  And not let my responsibilities pull my mood down or stress me out too much (guh just thinking about some of them make me so tired buuuuh). 

Okay hand is too ow now.  If you made it this far, feel free to let me know what you think about posting the ideas to Ao3, even if I later post a full story about them.  Or anything really.  Gotta get my brain juices flowing again!

#personal opinions ahead #whine whine whine #but only partially #there's more but for now my hand is giving up lol #want to start having energy and me time again so i can play in fandom #and so i shall

[saltymongoose]

It's really fun having been here when your blog was JUST getting started to reading how excited ppl are to find you. You were literally the first madcom writing blog I found and I never looked anywhere else. I mean I was here before you changed your blog theme!! It's fun being one of the veterans haha -Vibrating anon

Cont.

Actually I just found where we first interacted haha. "currently vibrating waiting for part 2" December 21st, 2021 :D First contact back when the blog was just barely getting started. Man it's been a WHILE. Crazy how a year has almost passed already- Vibrating anon 2/4

Actually it was December 25th!! Lol that's so Jewish of me, Fuck Christmas I wanna see the Madcom headcanons -Vibrating Anon 3/4

LOL you actually answered MY ASK for the part 2 headcanons dhdhswhw- Vibrating anon 4/4

Yeah dude, I vividly remember it too. :D I spent most of Christmas day finishing up those last few ones so I could post it (when I wasn't doing normal holiday stuff ofc, gotta help out the fam). I'd say that having you guys here made it one of my better holiday seasons lol.

(In fact, I also remember opening that ask and being like (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) since I was in the middle of finishing up when I got it hehe.)

It is pretty surreal to think about how it's already been a year since this whole thing started - only a year, really, since it's grown in such a small amount of time. I honestly expected only a few people to really stick with this blog after I stopped focusing on the Soldier!Reader stuff I was making in the beginning, but the exact opposite happened. Now the AU and this blog are a lot bigger; people are making their own little spin-offs and "mentioning" me constantly with new exciting things for me to read, and there's a lot of art too (like I actually have a backlog of it), all made by very talented individuals. I have hundreds of asks in my inbox now, and I can remember how incredibly excited I was to get like three haha. It's the same with getting those first few followers too, and reading those kind reblogs in the beginning. 😄

It's just a bit weird, I guess, since I wasn't expecting to be noticed this much or become "big" in this community by any stretch. I have been thinking about doing a follower milestone special, since there are quite a lot of you (understatement), but I have yet to decide on something that would properly commemorate you guys. (If you all have any ideas though, I'd welcome them.)

Anyway, this got way more rambly than I'd have liked, so I apologize haha. The bottom line is: I really do appreciate you and the other people who've followed my work and stuck around this whole time. I genuinely don't think this blog would be like it is now if it weren't for your continued interest in the beginning, so I'd say I owe you at least partially for all of this. ♡(>ᴗ•)

#shoutout to everyone who remembers the old theme on desktop lol #(Also a note: I have quite a few fics to promo/review and rb (so many mentions lol) so expect a ton of those this week) #(And some more hcs from me since I finally have time to write) #ask #chat tag #vibrating anon #i ❤️ anons

[ufuckingpastry]

Forgot I was gonna make this post, so here it is, keeping me from sleeping on time.

I'm gonna be taking a small break and put What Remained in Pandora's Box on hiatus. Thought making an actual post about it would be a good idea, rather than let y'all linger in agonizing silence over it. Again.

I'm not taking a break from writing, but rather the monthly upload schedule. It was cool while it lasted, but I simply do not have a backlog anymore, and I haven't touched PB in about a week. My plans are pretty much the same as when I wrote chapters 10-12, which was "I'm writing all of these before posting them cuz I need to figure shit out."

More details under the cut

So here's the thing. PB is one of those fics where I started writing and posting chapters before I fully figured out the plot, and it's starting to really bite me on the butt.

I've always known how PB ends, and I knew how it was gonna start. This isn't a common thing for me tbh, where I know exactly where I wanna go with a story. However, the middle is fuzzy. And it's getting longer and longer. I've moved events around and added stuff in to do character development when I felt like it needed it (ch 10-12, anyone?). I'm worried about losing focus, and I'm worried about one day I'm just gonna end up dropping this fic into the sand and ignoring its existence forever.

I'm also worried about the fact that, in my head, I hit ch 19 and I don't know what happens next. Which is kind of a problem, actually.

I'm figuring it out slowly, but I don't know how I get there. And I don't feel comfortable in trying to wade through things until SOMETHING makes sense, all the while dragging you guys along with me. That's not fair to you guys. This hiatus was always gonna happen, and I wish it was gonna happen later, but oh well. Better take time for myself now rather than later.

Speaking of that though, I really need to sleep. I'll try to actually be consistent in updating my progress on here. I don't wanna keep you guys in the dark.

#pastry noises #pb fic noises

[bonesandthebees]

Do you have any future WIP's that you're going to post to Ao3? Because obviously you have Strings of Fate and you've been talking about rewriting someone else's dream, but I'm curious you have any other fics or anything you plan to post. Obviously don't answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious.

-🌼

oh daisy anon i always have wips in my drive. i'm trying not to let myself work on them rn since i have such a backlog (ie: finish stars, continue strings, start someone else's dream) but yeah, I have more plans for once I catch up on those

since someone else's dream rewrite is gonna be a long-form fic, my current other wip ideas besides are all gonna be my shorter-form stuff like what strings is gonna be. I have several options I'm letting sit in my drive rn and I haven't decided what I'll do next bc, again, backlog. I have other shit to focus on. but some possibilities include: more 'weird mind fuck' that's like looking for a creation myth but a bit less fantastical and more grounded in family problems, a midwest gothic horror thing that I'd have to rework a bit bc i originally planned it a while ago but I still REALLY wanna write, or hell maybe I'll get around to actually writing out the full plot idea i had for that cyberpunk au i was talking about a while back. i wrote over 10k words for it while i was in oklahoma lmao.

also, I don't have concrete plans to write it, but I mentioned in an earlier ask tonight that I've been watching house of the dragon and it's been giving me medieval royal politics brainrot and I do actually have kind of a plot for that?? more just like a setup for who's who regarding sbi. again, no plans to write it actually, but it would be fun lol. we'll see!

#ask #daisy anon #btw feel free to send me asks about any of these wip ideas i mentioned #i love talking about them even if i dont end up writing them

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Random ask that may or may not be foreshadowing; if you were to completely drop persona cold turkey, what other rpg series do you think you'd hyperfixate over instead?

Hmmmmmm hard to say.

If it's something I've yet to play then I dunno.

But if it's going back and playing older games I've played the hell out of.....hmmm let's start there I guess:

I like Pokemon, but I'm not gonna compete to be the biggest know-it-all with that franchise (esp with the amount of conflicting info and canons and possibly mistranslations). It's astronomical compared to MegaTen.... (what applies to Pokemon can also be applied to Digimon and Yu-Gi-Oh too....)

Dragon Ball.......Tbh I'm not that into fighting games, maybe if I ever get a Legacy of Goku 4 fkjdlajf; Gimme some good RPG DB games and I'm down (I have Kakarot and the Legacy of Goku games tho)

There's really no plot/character/story analysis I can do on the Tony Hawk games.....

I like DMC and Nioh, but I feel like those games and fandoms are more focused on the gameplay mechanics....plus they aren't exactly easy games to just "kick back and enjoy" I have to really concentrate which is draining...... (more so Nioh than DMC, but I'm more invested in Nioh than DMC so that's an issue TT0TT)

I love Assassins' Creed, but even I know the amount of content I'd have to hard core consume (between AC and AT LEAST Watch Dogs......oof). Just thinking about it might explode my brain. u_u

Love Rule of Rose, but other fans have dug deeper done everything with it. So there's nothing for me to really bring to the table.

.hack.....maybe I could get back into that? My knowledge is mostly in the novles/manga I've read tho. ("But Silly! Isn't that technically a fantasy game?" I mean.....yes but it's modern day chars playing a video game. I dunno I always found that idea novel alongside 'oh people are dying' mystery. It's why I watched SAO because it reminded me of .hack! ....I'm not getting into SAO tho >_>)

Most heavy fantasy.....probs not likely but not impossible. The thing with Persona/Megaten is that they usually have a very "grounded in real life" kinda vibe going on. Which was nice because it felt like less stuff I had to memorize to understand the world. Plus it was more of a vibe I liked..... (but I'll mention some of the well known franchises....mostly cause they are the ones with the most entries to get into)

Love KH but I don't really wanna deep dive into it (I think the writing was best in KH1 and CoM, I think Sora's char has really devolved over the games, and I hated 3D and KH3). I am keeping an eye on KH4 and maybe even Verum Rex (which I'm pulling for us to get, outta all the FF games, FFvs13 was always one I was super interested in).

FF.....I'll play them, but I'm not that invested into them. (12's ok, 7's ok, 7R's ok but I need to finish those three first.... I liked 15 even tho it was messy, I hate 13 with a passion, I should try 10 cause it reminds me of Destiny Islands. 15 and 10 are the best contenders for me to be invested in tbh).

Tales of...... tbh Xillia always interested me the most. I should go through my backlog......I'm like halfway through Arise so I should probs pick that back up.

Maybe I should try Ys? Or finish the Trails of/Legends games I have too, tho I'm not very invested in that that.

Atelier series.....I should finish the games I have of that....then again....it's related to Mana Khemia right? I actually played and liked the first game of that (I sucked at it so I don't think I finished, that and I think I got P4 within that year so that ended up consuming me not long after)......I should give Mana Khemia another chance.

Oh there's also the Lunar series......I was always interested in that after I was graced with the game Lunar Dragon Song as a kid. :'D Weep for me yes, weep. I know. u_u IYKYK

I like Harvest Moon/Story of seasons.....but not enough to like...deep dive into stuff.

I mostly play Slime Rancher for the gameplay loop than the analysis too tbh.....

Far Cry 5 is a heavy contender. I did get lucky, outta all of the FC games....at least this one not only got a direct sequel with New Dawn (even tho it deals more with the Highway men than the cultists *sobs*), it also got a tie-in DLC with FC6......plus I got that novel, and the little bit of supplementary material. The issue, which is a double edge sword....is that it ends there. There's a lot of side content I could probs find and dissect, but once I find it all it ends.

At least with Persona, I can expect the world to keep going and expanding (either it's main continuity or the larger continuities in general). FC I'm not sure.....they might have diff timelines but no in an interactive way like MegaTen does.....

I guess I can try a swing at Mind=0, Tokyo Xanadu, Caligula 1/2, or Monark. Both with finishing and attempting to hyperfixate....but they just don't hit the same. Plus I run into a similar problem as with FC5....it's pretty much it when it ends (and unlike FC5, I doubt those games have as much content).

.hack might be a heavy contender.....

I am very Avatar-pilled atm....and I'm going through those games. Which was something I meant to do like 10 years ago during my last hyperfixation on the franchise (but I think I got distracted by PQ1 jklsdfj;). So maybe expect a small deep dive on those? Platinum's Korra will probs reign supreme for me tbh klfdjsa;f

Hmmmm I've heard good things about Suikoden......same with Phantasy star, Chrono trigger, Mother/earthbound.....maybe actually finish FE 3Hs......

Tldr; I dunno. At least game wise. Other media (either exclusively a diff format or one that's multimedia'd)? That's a bit more easier/open ended. (I'm juggling Atla/Korra, Addams' Family, and Naruto like a lil' court jester, we'll see how this goes)

#silly asks #silly answers

[gurugirl]

Little question! how long goes it usually take you to get around to all the requests you get?

I’ve written a few fics and kinda wanna start posting and maybe taking requests if anyone’s interested but I’m a bit worried about keeping up!I’m sure it must take months to get stuff written? Especially doing series’ and updating Patreon too!! I really admire all your work btw, it must take so much time and effort🫶 xx

Oh it really depends on the request! Some I can get our super fast and others not so much. It also depends on how busy I am outside of writing (just regular life stuff) plus updating as often as I do on patreon makes it even harder to get my requests written quickly.

I have a massive backlog. I’ll just say that 😭

I like requests because a lot of readers have amazing ideas and can spark inspiration for me but it’s tough too because not getting to all the requests makes me feel a little bad.

Hope that helps hon! Thank you so much and good luck 💕

Xoxo

#ask

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

You…

changbin x fem reader

Trigger warnings: n/a

Content warnings: names (pumpkin, good girl, pretty, baby, sweetheart, tiny baby, nasty baby), oral (f receiving), manhandling if you squint, dirty talk, biting, changbin has a size kink, unprotected sex ends in reader being a glazed donut (wrap it up guys come on now we’ve been over this), reader is a virgin, this is just really soft tbh. the end made me cry a little :’)

Summary: it’s been a week since your big brother’s best friend took you home from the club and he’s just popped in for a visit. when chan isn’t in.

Word count: 4958

A/N: sooooo i’m finally getting this to y’all 🥴 i hope you like it, i’m not thrilled with how it starts but whatever. anyways i have an idea of what i wanna do for the next part but ugh i’ve got a backlog of writing to do for you guys. seven more weeks, guys, and then i’m free to write as much as i want/can. anyways, as always, consider giving me a follow here or on my main. hard thoughts welcome! also check out my ko-fi, i’m taking commissions!

Tags: @hyuckilstan @yeosanghwas @jasirii @sxnshineskzx

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Smut below the cut

It had been a week since the incident at the bar and Changbin had been texting you nonstop. Not that you wanted him to stop. He’d initially texted you to check you were okay since he was sure Chan was going to scold you for going to the shitty part of town (he assumed correctly). But then he didn’t stop, messaging you throughout the day about mundane things. Neither of you had addressed the kiss and it almost seemed like it had never happened. Almost.

Neither of you had mentioned it but you sure as hell remembered it. Every time the thought crossed your mind, flames filled your body. Which explained why you were currently two fingers deep, searching desperately for your g-spot. Chan was in class for the next four hours and you were set on firing off at least three orgasms while he was away. Heavy breathing and occasional whines of frustration filled your room as you failed to find your sweet spot. Your vibrator was dead and you were too afraid to get a dildo because you’d never had sex, the idea of anything larger than your fingers kind of scaring you. So you were stuck with just your fingers and whatever porn you could find, not that any of it was doing anything for you.

Suddenly the video stopped and it was replaced with the ugly picture of Changbin that you’d drawn all over before setting it as his contact image. Why was he FaceTiming you? Panic washed over your body and you quickly angled the phone so it only showed you to your shoulders as you answered. “Hey.” You were breathless. Fuck.

“Hey, pumpkin.” He’d taken to calling you that after he saw your reaction to it that night. He was in his car, his phone resting on the dashboard where he had a hook for his pop socket while he drove. “You okay? You sound a little out of breath.”

“Hm? Oh- yeah, I’m fine..” you lied, clearing your throat. You definitely were not fine. Your brother’s best friend had just decided to video chat while you were trying - and failing - to bust a nut.

“You don’t sound fine.” He said flatly and you shifted a little, sitting up. You didn’t notice but as you moved, you exposed almost your whole chest. “Wait, oh my god, why are you naked?” He practically shouted and your eyes bugged out. Shit.

“What? I-I’m not!” You lied, shaking your head vehemently as you covered yourself. The roll of his eyes told you he didn’t buy that and you tilted your phone to hide from him. You didn’t expect him to laugh though.

“If you wanted to put on a show for me all you had to do was ask.” He teased and your face flushed a bright red as you whined. “Hey, come on. Don’t hide from me. I’m just teasing. Anyways, I’m turning on your street now. Come unlock the door.”

“Wait, why?” You asked as you laid your phone down, careful not to expose yourself further. “Chan’s in class.” You wiped your fingers on the towel you’d laid out and got up to retrieve your panties. So much for those three orgasms.

“I know. I’m coming to see you.” He hummed as you dressed yourself in an oversized graphic tee and a pair of shorts. “I told him I was coming to pick up the clothes you borrowed but I just missed you.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks were still red but this time you smiled. “I missed you too…” your voice was much softer now as you tried not to squeal. You made your way to the common area and unlocked the door, phone in hand as he parked. “You can just come in, it’s open.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you in a second.” He beamed and you bit your lip to calm down as he hung up. The video you’d been watching resumed just as he opened the door and you quickly locked your phone but not before he heard a moan.

He froze in the doorway and you hid your phone behind your back as you turned to face him from the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind him. “Hi.” You smiled, hoping he’d just let it go. Of course, he was a nosy bastard and you didn’t get your way.

“Watching anything good?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you tried to maintain your smile, though you appeared far more nervous now as he walked towards you after locking the door. You backed up with every step he took until your back met the counter. “I wanna see.” He reached behind you and plucked your phone from your hands.

You tried to take it back but he just used your Face ID to unlock it while he squished you to the sink. You were mortified as he pressed play and some untitled amateur lesbian scene played out on the screen. “Please stop…” you whispered, hiding your face in your hands. You couldn’t look at him, you were fucking mortified. You heard your phone lock and you were about to take it back when you felt his arms slip around your waist.

“I’m not a woman but I can do that too.” His voice was strained and you felt frozen in place. You’d thought about fucking him plenty of times over the course of the six years you’d been crushing on him but you didn’t expect things to play out like this. “Actually, I’m willing to bet I can do it better. The bottom wasn’t nearly loud enough.” Your face heated up more, if that was possible, and the flush spread to your chest and the tips of your ears as he leaned even closer. “I bet I can make you scream.” He whispered, his breath hot on your neck and ear.

You whimpered helplessly, afraid to look him in the eye. You were ashamed at being caught and you wanted to fall back into the sink so it would swallow you up. The moment your phone rang, you’d lost the desire to carry on, but now he was getting you worked up again. There was a fire in your belly and you were so close to jumping him.

His hands slowly moved from your back to your hips and he pressed impossibly closer, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Do you want that?” You were nodding before he even finished speaking and he paused. “Words. I need to hear you say it.” You whined and buried yourself in his shoulder, embarrassed to be put on the spot as he chuckled. “Are you always this shy?”

“I dunno. I haven’t done it before.” You squeaked out and bit your lip, your whole body burning in embarrassment. Suddenly, he was changing his tune. He pulled away, his hands just above your elbows as he held you at arms length, and you withered.

“Christ, y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Well of course he didn’t know, you didn’t go around wearing a sign dubbing you a virgin - though your red face would probably be enough to illuminate a backlit sign that said as much. “I really hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” You shook your head and finally lowered your hands from your face, looking up at him as you murmured a soft ‘you didn’t’. You were self conscious. If it weren’t for that, you probably would’ve presented yourself to him right there on the kitchen floor.

You took a deep breath as your eyes found his, fighting the urge to fan yourself. “I just…I want it. I just don’t know what to do or how to act.” You admitted quietly. You wanted him to teach you and tell you what to do. You had consumed so much explicit content, you knew how it was supposed to go (though you knew the real thing was nothing like a porno), you just didn’t feel confident. “And…”

“And you want me to guide you through it?” He finished for you, his voice low and gentle. He had always been concerned about your well-being and he needed to see to it that you weren’t just agreeing because he wanted it. He needed to know that you wanted this for yourself. When you nodded, his hands slid down your arms and he laced his fingers with yours. His expression changed from concerned to fond as he pulled you away from the counter. “Come on. But for this to work, I’m gonna need you to talk to me, okay?“ You muttered some generic agreement as he released one of your hands and started towards your room.

Every step you took made your gut wrench in anxiety - excitement? - and you found yourself gripping his hand tighter as the two of you approached your room. He led you inside and pushed the door shut, locking it as he backed you up against it. His expression was almost unreadable but if you had to pick, you’d guess he was looking at you with adoration. His warm hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, and he offered a tiny smile. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and not even a fraction of a second later, his lips were pressed against yours. It was slow and sweet just like the first time in his kitchen. You could hear your heart racing and wondered if he could too (he couldn’t, he could only hear his own). You suppressed a soft sigh when he nibbled on your lip, the sensation sending a chill down your spine. His large hands moved from your face and he gently placed your arms around his neck as his tongue swept over your bottom lip. Tentatively, you returned the favor and he let out a soft sigh before sweeping his tongue through your mouth, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from you.

He pulled back far too soon for your liking, just like last time, and you let out a soft whine, just like last time. He chuckled softly as you both tried to catch your breath, slightly pulling you away from the door so he could slip his arms around your waist. With his hands splayed out on your back, holding you to him, there was no chance of escape - not that you wanted to get away as his lips connected with your jaw. Your head tipped back instinctively and you bit your lip to stifle a soft groan when he gently bit down on your neck. The idea of being bitten had always excited you but actually experiencing it was enough to force your arousal to return tenfold.

He noticed the choked sound you made and repeated his actions until you stopped trying to hide your noises. “Good girl.” He gave a satisfied smirk when a weak moan tumbled from your kiss-bitten lips and you keened as your knees went weak. The realization hit him when he felt you clinging to him for support and he let out a low groan. “Fuck, you like that? Being called a good girl?” You nodded fervently and his grip on your waist tightened. “You gonna be my good girl?”

His town was low and sensual, forcing another pathetic sound out of you as you nodded. “Your good girl, Binnie…” you whimpered out softly. He let out a soft curse at your agreement and lifted you up from the floor, his hands supporting your ass. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed, your confidence growing at his reaction.

He gently dropped you onto your bed and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight. Your hair was a halo around your head and your eyes were half-lidded, a soft blush dusting your cheeks and chest. You were so pretty. He felt his pants tighten as you reached out for him and he found it impossible to deny you. He gently nudged your legs apart and settled himself between them, capturing your lips again. He was on cloud nine just from this, just from being so close to you, he was certain he would lose his sanity before everything was said and done.

His hands were on either side of your head as he leaned over you. He dropped down to his elbows as he broke the kiss and smiled softly at you. “Hey, pretty.” He whispered as you slipped your arms around his neck again. Your cheeks went a soft pink as you mumbled out a quiet ‘hi’ and bit your lip. His dick twitched at your innocent expression and he let out a long sigh before pressing his forehead to yours. He wanted you so bad, wanted to just go completely feral, but he also wanted to take his time with you.

You took his proximity as an opportunity to crash your lips back to his, one hand tangling in his soft honey-colored hair while the other splayed out over his muscular back. While it felt good to make the move yourself, you quickly let him take the lead as his tongue explored your mouth. You’d wondered what his lips felt like for so long and last week left you craving more. You couldn’t get enough.

You wanted to whine when he sat up but his fingertips edged just under the hem of your shirt and you bit your lip once more. “May I?” You nodded and sat up a bit so he could take it off, shivering slightly as the cool air hit your skin. Your nipples perked up instantly and you saw his eyes grow heavy upon seeing you had decided to forego a bra.

He instantly pushed you back so you were laid flat on the bed and leaned down to kiss across your chest. He’d almost snapped when he saw you hadn’t put on a bra. The sight was beautiful and he wanted to appreciate every inch of your gorgeous body. His lips pressed sloppy kisses all the way from your neck to your chest before he began to tease your nipples. Your sounds were heaven to him and by this point he was unbearably hard. The moan you let out when his teeth lightly raked over your nipple was enough to make him meet god.

You felt yourself getting shy as his lips trailed lower and you threw an arm over your face as he began to tug your shorts down. Your baby pink panties displayed your wetness rather than concealing it and he let out a groan at the sight. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Is this for me?” You nodded all too quickly as his lips pressed against your thigh and he cursed under his breath. A series of wet kisses were pressed to your feverish skin, drawing out soft moans and whimpers the closer he got to where you wanted him.

The tip of his nose brushed against your clothed pussy and you gasped softly. Your mouth hung open as his lips ghosted over the thin material, a wave of arousal crashing over your body once more. “Binnie…” you whispered, wiggling your hips. You lifted your head to look down at him, propping up on your elbows. The expression he wore made you clench around nothing and another sound caught in your throat.

“You want me to take these off, pumpkin? Want me to eat your pussy?” Your breath hitched at the dirty talk and you nodded at him. He smirked and laved his tongue over the last bit of material separating the two of you, drawing a whimper from you. “What’s the magic word, baby?”

Your face burned in embarrassment but you knew he wasn’t trying to make fun of you. You could tell by his eyes that he was in a daze. He looked desperate and eager to go down on you, like he wanted it just as much as you did. So you did your best to shake off the embarrassment and decided to beg him. “Binnie, please…wanna feel your tongue. Want you to finger fuck me and make me cry..” you whined out and his jaw dropped slightly. You felt like hiding when he didn’t immediately move.

He was expecting a shy ‘please, Binnie’ but instead you told him exactly what you wanted. And what you wanted was going to drive him up the wall. He let out a low groan as his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. You bit your lip when he hitched your legs over his shoulders and hooked his arms around your thighs, his hands splayed out over your pelvis. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart…” he praised, his eyes locked on your soaked pussy.

He didn’t give you a moment to respond, his tongue flattening over your heat as his eyes turned back to your face, which contorted in pleasure almost instantly. He didn’t bother with teasing licks, he just got right to it, his fingers spreading your soaked folds for him. You wanted to lay back and just feel what he was doing between your legs but you also couldn’t tear your eyes away from where his mouth was connected to you. The sight was only serving to further wind you up, high-pitched whimpers and moans filling your room.

You lost the battle of holding your head up when he sucked on your clit. You let your elbows slide from under you, your back meeting the towel you’d laid out earlier as a pathetic whine left your lips. Wet sounds mingled with your moans as he carefully pushed his index finger into you, curling it almost immediately. When had he let go of your hip? It didn’t matter. Your hands tangled in his hair as you mewled in pleasure, your back arching as his finger dragged over your g-spot. “Oh my god, there-!” You cried, almost all inhibitions gone.

He switched between sucking and flicking his tongue as he sped up, groaning at the way you pulled his hair. He’d thought about this so many times but he never imagined you’d be so responsive. He was on cloud nine, dizzy from the pleasure he was receiving from finally getting to go down on you. He added a second finger as you babbled on about how good it felt, determined to make you cum at least twice.

He was too good at this. In some far-off corner of your mind, the thought of him with another woman made itself present but you pushed it away. You didn’t care how many women he’d slept with before you. You had him now and it was special. The knot in your belly grew tighter as he sped up, his lips encasing your clit being the last straw as you babbled some warning about your impending orgasm. He didn’t care, he was set on making you cum. He heard your warning and held steady as you let out a series of high-pitched moans, your orgasm crashing over you.

He only pulled back when he felt your orgasm letting up, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. He didn’t think he’d ever get the chance to do that but now that he had a taste of it, of you, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop in the future. He couldn’t let this be a one time thing just because Chan said he couldn’t have you. “Binnie…” your airy voice pulled him from his thoughts and he stood over you. “Please fuck me…” you bit your lip as you looked up at him towering over you, feeling tiny under his heated gaze.

You watched as he tugged his black tee over his head, revealing what you already knew to be a six pack and massive pecs. His jeans were slung low on his hips, his V line on full display. He had a faint happy trail, which you hadn’t noticed when you curled up in his arms a week prior, and your mouth watered at the sight. His burning gaze didn’t leave your naked form as he deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops on his jeans. Why did you want him to spank you with it? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was him.

Your eyes practically fucked him as he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them before slipping them down his legs. God his legs. Everything about the man was fucking built but you’d wanted to ride his thigh for ages now. His pants always clung to his muscular legs in just the right places and it drove you insane.

You were pulled out of your daze when you saw him sliding his boxers off. Fuck he was big. You were certain it was going to hurt, he was a thick eight inches. Your uncertainty must’ve been obvious on your face because he crawled over you and kissed your forehead. “You okay, pumpkin?” He asked softly despite how badly he wanted to fuck you into the mattress. He’d have his chance to go feral with you next time. Right now, he needed to take care of you.

You nodded at him but he didn’t move, waiting for what was clearly on the tip of your tongue. Your cheeks were tinted pink once more as you looked up at him, your hands tentatively coming to his sides and tracing lines there. He was warm and firm. You felt safe despite your hesitance. “You’re so beautiful…” you whispered. It wasn’t what you’d intended to say but you felt like he needed to know. The tiny smile that settled on his lips as he ducked his face into your neck made your heart swell. With his lips on your neck, you made your request, knowing he would never dream of denying it but still feeling like you needed to say it. “It’s so fucking cliche, but please be gentle…”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” He murmured against your neck and pulled back, looking down at you with pure adoration in his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself and surged forwards to kiss him. You could taste yourself on his lips and it sent a shiver down your spine. He gently guided you back so you were laid flat once more, his lips not leaving yours as he reached between you to line up.

A single curl of anxiety ripped through you but you ignored it, far too eager to have him fill you up. It stung only a little as he put the tip in. You suddenly didn’t understand how people could find this unbearable. It wasn’t really painful, even as he pushed the rest of the way in. The anxiety you felt was completely gone, replaced instead with a feeling of giddiness.

When he broke the kiss, it was to let out a soft curse. Your pussy was hugging him just right and it was making his mind go numb. When you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles, pulling him into you, he let out a groan. “Fuck, baby, you’re driving me insane…” he sucked in a deep breath and bit down on his bottom lip. Hard. His face was screwed up in pleasure and what seemed to be concentration, his eyes squeezed shut as he rested his forehead against yours.

You wiggled your hips, wanting him to move. He hissed at that and slowly rocked his hips as his eyes opened for a brief moment. He caught your lips in a searing kiss as he set a slow, torturous pace. Both of you wanted more but were afraid to say it. He was terrified to hurt you, you were terrified to change the tone.

Your bodies began to find their rhythm, your hips meeting each of his thrusts as he started to lose his grip on his sanity. His lips alternated between crashing against yours and sucking hickeys into your collarbones, careful to leave them in places easy to hide. “Mine…” his possessive streak was fucking intoxicating.

You realized he liked feeling big at the nickname he gave you after a few minutes. “Tiny baby…” he groaned out, pulling back to admire your face, which was twisted in pleasure. “You look so pretty and small underneath me, baby.” His words went straight to your pussy and he let out a huff of laughter as he sped up. “You like when I talk like that, baby?”

You nodded, not trusting your brain to give you the words to form a coherent response. “You had me fooled this whole time, thinking you were so innocent and pure. You’re getting all worked up just from me saying dirty things.” You whimpered helplessly, his tone sending wave after wave of arousal crashing down on you. “Who knew a tiny thing like you could be so nasty? Are you a nasty baby?”

Every word that left his plump lips made you want to scream. If he kept on like this, you’d go up in flames. “Fuck- yes, Binnie! I’m your nasty baby. Like hearing you talk dirty and call me pretty. ‘M your tiny baby!” You cried out, his hips working faster.

He was silent for a moment but you felt his dick twitch inside you. “Shit, baby, that was fucking hot..” he groaned, his praise bolstering your confidence as the bed protested his pace. He made you feel so sexy and wanted.

You writhed beneath him as the fire under your skin began to feel unbearable, your nails digging little crescents into his back. You didn’t have to announce it for him to know you were close. He could tell and he made it his mission to finish you off as his hand slipped between your bodies, middle finger pressing firmly against your clit.

He massaged tight circles until white-hot pleasure flooded your body, your back arching from the bed as you cried his name. He didn’t stop, guiding you through it as he fought off his own orgasm. He waited until you were coming down from your high to pull out, his cum spilling across your belly not even a second later. He slumped against you, his sweaty forehead resting against your shoulder.

He rolled off you after a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. You were in a similar state and after a few minutes of recovery, he got up from the bed. You thought he was leaving you but instead he gently pulled the towel from under you and cleaned up the mess he’d made of your tummy before cleaning himself. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on before going to your dresser to find you some clothes.

You wanted to cuddle but you knew if you curled up in bed with him then you’d fall asleep and Chan would come home and throw a fit at the sight. So you stood on wobbly legs and joined Changbin across the room, hugging him from behind as he pulled out a pair of panties from the top drawer. “Thank you.” You whispered into his shoulder, giving him pause. He quickly grabbed a pajama set from the second drawer and turned in your arms, wrapping his own arms around you.

“For what? I should be the one thanking you.” His tone was hushed as if he feared speaking too loudly would ruin the moment. You cocked your head in confusion so he continued. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

“Probably not as long as I’ve wanted you.” You quipped and both of you let out a brief laugh before he continued.

“Y/n, I’ve had feelings for you for over two years now. Even when Chan declared you off limits and I had to act like I wasn’t interested, you still lit up like a neon sign every time we spoke. You still wanted me even after I gave you mixed signals. And you gave me something special just now.” Your cheeks went a soft pink at his confession.

“That night…I was pissed when I saw you with another man. And I was even more pissed when I realized what was happening. I was afraid for you. The next day in my apartment, I couldn’t help myself. You came to me for comfort in the middle of the night and you showed that bright smile when I fucked up what I was trying to say.” He let out a mocking laugh as he remembered his words that day before growing serious again. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I know Chan doesn’t want me getting with his little sister but-“

“But his little sister doesn’t care what he wants. And it’s a little too late to worry about what he wants anyways.” One of your hands moved to rest on his cheek, your thumb tracing lines over his cheekbone. “I don’t want you to see me as your best friend’s little sister. I want you to see me as me, Binnie. I have had the biggest crush on you since I was in eighth grade. I have been dying to get your attention. Forget about what Chan wants. What do you want?”

“You.” It was simple. His tone, the single word. But the implications behind it were what made your heart race. “I want you and everything you’re willing to give me.” He almost sounded desperate.

“Then I’m yours.” You said simply, smiling a little as you leaned up to kiss him. You were his. You had always been his.

#kpop smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids changbin #changbin smut #changbin #thank you updates #this is so soft omg #i’m in love #i wish changbin would actually #anyways have this #alura’s works

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hey sorry if it’s too much to ask but I was wondering what’s the process for choosing what stories you wanna write on your Patreon? Do u have a list and just get started on the ones you feel the inspo strike in first or do you do it by order. Sorry if it seems intrusive I was just curious😅😅😅

So the significant majority of what I do on Patreon is stories that have been requested by Patrons, mostly because I get enough requests that filling them keeps me busy enough that I don't actually have time for writing that isn't requested. At least not if I ever want to do a story on tumblr, or work on my novels.

Anyone on the Fast Track Snippet Request tier ($7) or higher gets priority if they ask for something, because that's what the Fast Track means. I aim to get any of those requests written up in a working week (providing I'm not drowning in Fast Track requests, just because unfortunately I am a human with limited amount of time and capacity to actually write in a week...for context I aim to get at least three new pieces up a week, but it does depend a little on word count and how long any given piece takes me. If that is the case, I will chronologically work through the Fast Track requests first.)

All requests go onto a word document, which working around the Fast Track one week rule, I try to respond to more or less chronologically (e.g., I do the ones that have been their the longest first.)

The three exception(s) to this are:

a) I am really genuinely stuck on a story and I can't think of what happens next in a way that isn't appalling and terrible writing (in which case it sits on the document while my brain ticks it over in the background) because I'd rather give people something good? Also, sometimes I think as the writer, a story is done. Adding more would ruin what made it work in the first place.

b) The second I get a request I instantly know what I want to do with it and cannot keep myself from writing it because I have such a strong idea in my head that I don't want to lose if I wait. Because I always say I won't forget what that idea was, and then I forget because I am dumb!

c) Some people request more often. I like hearing from people and what they want, so this makes me happy. However, for the sake of fairness if I notice one person has (random example) three requests pending on my doc submitted in fairly quick submission (e.g., before I have had time to write something for their last one) I will be more likely to pick whichever of the three I have the most inspiration for to do first, and also will slot another person's request between like request 1 and request 2, just to kind of try and keep it balanced. I'll then work through the other requests alongside whatever else is on my to do list.

My to do list currently tends to be between 10-20 story requests long at any given time. Applying the three stories a week minimum aim as rough estimate, with four weeks roughly in a month, I'd like to say that my turn-around for non Fast Track is usually about a month/month and a half, just because there has been no point in the last two years where I haven't had a backlog of requests going simply because of the whole 'writer can't write all the time, it's not physically, logistically or creatively possible' problem.

TL;DR It goes Fast Track, then chronological. I hope this helps!

For anyone curious, my Patreon is here.

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