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harlowcomehome · 1 month

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Jack Harlow X Love is Blind: Louisville edition.

A/N: Based off the Netflix show “love is blind.” You enter pods with a divide between the rooms, you spend your days talking without physical attractive coming into play.

Thank you @gratefulformatcha for all your help.

Jack finished shoving what was left of his wardrobe into a metallic hard shell suitcase, wondering if he truly needed as much as he was taking.

“Am I in over my head? Is this crazy?” Jacks inner monologue was loud, but Urban knocking on the front door was louder.

Jack swung the front door open, and Urban quickly made himself at home heading to the kitchen before really saying much to Jack.

“Well hello to you too?” Jack scoffed, touchy because he was overwhelmed.

“You won’t need these groceries, so I thought you wouldn’t mind” Urban winked as he started taking things out of Jack's fridge to make an omelet.

Jack had finally committed to building a house of his own in Louisville and the finished product was beyond his wildest dreams. The porcelain tile that covered the ground was marbled and matte gray, and the walls a bright white with a lot of vintage chandelier pieces to match the aesthetic.

It was a huge house with a lot of bedrooms and Jack and his dog were the only ones who inhabited it, which got admittably lonely. So Urban and the rest of the crew were always here, hence why he was so comfortable.

Jack went to the bedroom to wheel his suitcases to the front door, three to be exact. Urban’s eyes opened wider than normal, “You don’t think that’s overkill?”

Jack laughed “They told me to come prepared for anything” he rubbed the back of his neck a telltale sign of his nerves. He was very evidently in his head, and beyond overwhelmed at the thought of this being an idiotic career decision.

“Are you sure you’re okay with staying here? I can ask my mom” Jack looked around the living room for his phone. When he found it he quickly ordered a car and shoved his phone into his pocket as he waited.

“I’m sure! I would rather be here than at my own house” Urban only said half-jokingly as he used Jack's glass cutting board to slice some bell peppers and mushrooms. He and his girlfriend were going through a rough patch but he didn’t want to bother Jack with the details especially when he was attempting to go find love.

It wasn’t long before Jack and Urban said their goodbyes, and with a thirty-minute drive to the set, Jack had a lot of time to think. He sent a few messages to his managers and his parents and Clay, knowing he was going to get his phone taken upon arrival.

Jack unloaded his suitcases and was met by a producer named Ardell. “Jack?” The smell of her pungent perfume hit him like an 18-wheeler, suppressing a cough before he held out a shaky hand to introduce himself.

Ardell smiled, shaking his hand and immediately set him up with the production team. They took his phone, had him sign some waivers, and sent him to the guy's portion of the set where he would be meeting fifteen other men.

Jack was the first one in the room, taking his time to examine everything as he ran his fingers against the green velvet of the billiards table. As the rest of the men entered the room his nerves subsided, and the conversations started to slowly flow, a few men were starstruck but were trying to be “cool about it.”

It wasn’t long until the two hosts of the show came in to explain how the process would work, that reality was setting in. They had given each cast member a gold chalice and a personalized notebook before giving them the night to socialize with one another.

••••

The next day started the long process of trying to establish a connection. Jack was confident in his personality shining through, he was just nervous about ending up with someone who couldn’t handle his lifestyle since he couldn’t exactly be truthful about that from the start.

Jack sat on the medium-sized couch that he was frankly too big for with his notebook in one hand and his golden chalice in the other.

When you entered the pod, you took a moment to take in the room you’d be spending the next couple hours in, hoping that you’d hit it off with your second date considering your first one wasn’t a hit.

“Hi, who am I talking to? My name is y/n” You got a blanket and took a seat on the couch, ready for the date to start.

“Hi, my name is Jack. How are you doing?” He slid down to the ground with his back to the couch, more comfortable that way.

“Jack! I’ll remember that. I’m doing fine! How’re you? Is that accent from the Ville’?” You giggled nervously immediately getting butterflies at his southern drawl. You had moved to Louisville a few years ago and could hear the heavy accent immediately.

“Born and raised! Where are you from?” He opened his notebook remembering he was supposed to be taking notes.

“I always have a hard time answering that. I grew up in a military family so I’m kind of from everywhere.”

“Well-traveled? I like that” The laugh that escaped him felt nice, you were easy to talk to. “Okay, but here’s the true test of my heart. How do you say Louisville?” Jack teased knowing immediately that you called it the Ville’ for a reason.

“No! You can’t do that to me!” You giggled, covering your face with embarrassment although he couldn’t see it.

Jack felt good talking to you but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself, knowing this process was as long as he wanted it to be. It wasn’t until the third hour of talking that you both realized it was getting late.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Jack?” You yawned, holding your blanket against your chest.

“Goodnight y/n” he hummed as the pod door shut behind him.

The next day you woke up eager to talk to Jack but when you entered the pods you could tell something was off by the sound of his voice.

“Hey y/n- I’m having a tough time” he was nervous and you waited for him to finish his thoughts.

“Are you thinking about leaving?” You couldn’t imagine what changed overnight, but you were trying to be understanding.

“I’m not sure, I’m excited to talk to you and I think this process just makes me nervous” he sat down in front of the divide between the two of you.

“I’m nervous too, but what if I told you that was normal?” You sighed, hoping he’d stay.

Jack wanted to continue talking to you but his anxiety took over leaving immediately without a word.

“Jack?”

You waited for a response, only to be told by a producer that he was gone.

“Gone? As in he left the room or left the experience?” You were stunned and worried about what could have gone wrong in less than 24 hours.

As you were gathering your things, Jack walked back in the room, ready to continue the date.

“I’m sorry I just needed a minute, where were we?” It was then that you knew exactly who he was but chose not to say anything at all.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow fanfic

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chroniclesofbts · 2 months

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Call Me Home Part 5

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: implied sexual themes, smut, angst, fluff, polyamorous relationship, name calling, night terrors, drug use to cause shifting, auctions

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

Fingertips on my face wake me from my slumber, softly running around my face. My eyes flutter open, greeted by a fresh faced Jimin, a sight to behold. His face is still swollen with sleep, flushed slightly pink. He smiles when he sees I am awake, pulling his hand from my face.

"Good morning" He whispers, gesturing to the still sleeping bodies around us. He pulls me into his arms, guiding my face into his neck and sighing at the contact. Jimin's scent is unique, it has undertones of the pack scent, Cedarwood, but his Juniper Berry scent is more concentrated here. The soothing smell relaxes me further against his body, melting into him.

"Mornin' Jimin" I whisper, clinging to him. Looking over his shoulder I see Taehyung starting to wake and bury my head into Jimin's neck, not ready to get up after the long night. Movement from behind me alerts me to the rest of the pack slowly waking. Arms encircle my waist, rumbling from their chest soothing the nerves. Namjoon runs his fingers through my hair, coaxing me to come out of hiding. I look up at him and am met with a smile, eyes showing happiness.

"Morning Doe, ready to get up? We can't do much outside until you bare at least one of our marks, but the maknae's have been wanting to show you the game room." He speaks, slowly, keeping his eyes trained on mine. The authority he holds sends warmth through me, my animal wanting to submit.

"Still with us, baby?" Jimin's breath tickles my ear, causing me to shiver.

"Mhm" I hum, leaning into Namjoon and seeking out his warmth.

"Tour time?" Taehyung's voice chimes in from behind Jimin where he was more koala hugging than cuddling with Jungkook. Jimin sits up, pulling me up with him while directing Jungkook to find my small suitcase with the few items of clothing I was given.

"Hoseok ordered some clothes for you last night, they should be arriving tomorrow. For now, you'll have to either wear ours or what you have." Jungkook said handing me one of his shirts and an outfit from my bag to choose from. I grab his shirt and my shorts and stand to go to the bathroom, when Jungkook bends down and picks me up.

"No walking this week, doctors orders" Jungkook says while smirking.

"They didn't say I couldn't walk" I whine, not bothering to fight the muscle bunny. He sets me down and closes the door behind him as I fight a sarcastic remark about how I was left to walk, knowing he will stay while I change and not let me lift a finger if I did. Lifting his shirt to my nose, I pick up the smell of the pack, and his vanilla scent. The comfort of being able to finally smell them makes me smile, hating how they had to wear blockers when choosing their packmate. I dress quickly, startling when a knock sounds out on the door.

"There's face products and a toothbrush under the sink for you" Hoseok's voice comes through the door. I nod, before quickly thanking him once I realize he can't see me. When I finish getting ready for the day another knock comes on the door.

"Can I do your hair?" Jimin says, slowly opening the door and peeking in. I nod, earning a smile from him. He makes his way into the bathroom, picking up a brush and some bottles of hair product.

"Your hair is soft" he murmurs, focusing on brushing away any knots and tangles. He finishes my hair and pats my head, grabbing my hand and leading me to, a now empty room.

"Y/N! Come see the game room!" Taehyung speaks excitedly, tail swinging back and forth to match his mood.

"Okay" I giggle, now being pulled by two large cats. They stop in front of a door, opening it to a room filled with large tvs, comfortable chairs, couches, and blankets.

"It doubles as our movie theater too" he says, continuing to pull me to the large floor couch that Jungkook is sitting on. Jungkook looks up and smiles, scooting over for Jimin to sit, then pulling me onto his lap.

"I can't wait for you to smell like pack" Jungkook sighs, shoving his nose into my scent gland.

"Y/N! Jin-hyung made you some food!" Taehyung says as Jin enters the room.

"Why didn't you make us some, huyng?" Jimin and Jungkook pout.

"Yah, you're capable of making your own food!" Jin shouts, "It's already made downstairs, go eat" He mutters, soft for the maknae's puppy dog faces.

Jungkook slides me out of his lap as they jump up, yelling that they will be right back, before rushing out the door. Jin takes the opportunity to sit down next to me and start to feed me some fruit. Blushing, I let him feed me the fruits, humming in content. Jin smiles, cleaning my face where the juice has dribbled down my chin with his finger, sticking it in his mouth and sending tingles down my body as I watch him suck on his thumb. He chuckles, proud of the reaction he saw, giving me a knowing look.

"Don't let the maknae's push you too much, okay?" Jin said as he fed me the last of the fruit. "They aren't used to waiting"

I nod my head, leaning back on the couch just as the boys rush back into the room.

"Out" Jimin says, pulling Jin off of the couch. Jin smiles at his antics, letting the shorter man push him out of the room as he chuckles. They begin to show me all of their different gaming consoles, games, and movie selections. Taehyung beginning to scent my neck slowly, my senses flooded with the pack scent and his own lavender. His scent is relaxing, soothing me back into his arms as I show my neck to give him more room. Jimin puts on a random movie, his tail curling around my thigh. Jungkook turns the lights down, coming back and laying across us all, curling his head in my lap while grabbing my thighs with his arms. Being surrounded by the maknae line may have been a mistake as both Jimin and Taehyung begin to scent me in tandem.

"S'not fair you smell so strong of Kookie, want you to smell like me too." Taehyung mumbles against my neck.

"Wear my clothes next" Jimin's request was more of a demand as he nips at my gland.

"Wanna make you pack, make you ours" Taehyung says, his voice deaper showing his animal instincts are closer to the surface.

"I want to mark you, please let me mark you, let me make you ours" he continues, his teeth scraping lightly against me.

"Tae, we can't, hyung's will be mad" Jungkook speaks up from my lap, watching the scene before him.

"She should be pack, be ours" Jimin mumbles

"She would have to be with us at all times if we make her pack" Teahyung reminds Jungkook.

"But, won't the hyung's be mad?" Jungkook whispered

"They want to mark her too, Namjoon almost did in his animal form last night when she was disobeying him" Jimin points out, causing me to gasp.

"Please baby?" Taehyung whispers in my ear, a whine escaping from my throat.

"Your funeral" Jungkook says, sitting up and pulling Jimin further away from me to prevent Taehyung from becoming dominant if he does mark me.

"Say yes, let me make you ours" He whines against my scent gland, my neck showing submission naturally because of his pheromones. One second I can feel his rough tongue licking around my neck, the next, pain. I cry out, not expecting it to hurt, before my cries turn to a moan as the pain blurs to pleasure. I can feel Taehyung's emotions, feel the link settling. I also feel distant panic and nervousness, oh, the rest of the pack. The door slams open and in comes Namjoon and Yoongi, eyes shining in the darkened lights. I shrink against Taehyung, who is still licking my mark to soothe it. Jin comes in next, his face showing disapproval.

"I told you not to let them push you too much, and now you've let Taehyung mark you before you were ready." Jin sighs, causing Yoongi and Namjoon to growl.

"We talked about this" Namjoon growled at Taehyung, eyes fully taken over by his animal.

"Move over to Jimin and Jungkook baby" Taehyung whispers in my ear, drawing another growl from the two in front of me. I slowly scoot over and am immediately pulled by two sets of arms back in between them.

"Taehyung, you broke a direct order" Namjoon said

"Technically, you told Yoongi not to mark her" He sassed back, immediately regretting it when Yoongi pounced on him, shifting midair.

"Stop! I didn't say no!" I cried, trying to escape the cage of arms holding me back as Taehyung shifts.

"Take her to the den, Hoseok is there waiting to check her mark and make sure this doesn't mess up her heat schedule" Jin tells the boys holding me. Next thing I know, I'm over Jungkooks shoulders again. I thrash around trying to help Taehyung, feeling his emotions through the half bond.

"It'll be okay Doe, let's go see Hobi" Jungkook tries to soothe.

"But I wanted it!" I cried desperately.

"Y/N, you aren't able to be marked until your counseling is completed, we all agreed, he just didn't listen" Jin huffed.

"Speaking of which, you're late to your first session, and we need you to change into this turtle neck to cover up the mark for now." Hobi's voice came from the hallway we were walking towards.

"Go, we will deal with him" Jin said to Hobi, Namjoon and Yoongi already cornering Taehyung in the room.

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pepaldi · 3 months

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As we chat, the postman rings the bell, delivering packages. Council tree surgeons are working on the road outside. My son needs water, words of comfort, possibly he just wants another good long look at Capaldi. I’ve never interviewed anyone in my own home before and the limitations of the format are becoming apparent. But Capaldi seems to respond well to the setting and its lack of frills. His adult daughter and her family have been visiting, brand new baby in tow. When I apologise for all the noise and interruptions, Capaldi says it’s nothing compared to a newborn.

He and Collins were young parents themselves when his directing career fell apart. Arriving back in London from the disastrous Manhattan trip, “The initial feeling was shock. Then a pragmatic survival instinct kicked in.” Capaldi rejoined the auditioning circuit. “I was a psychiatrist in Midsomer Murders. I was a beekeeper in Poirot – AN Other Actor. Someone else would have turned down these parts first.” Collins, until that point an actor, too, decided to pivot into development and production, a career move that has worked well for her.

“This business is full of people who are not the real thing,” he says, “people I perceived to be artists ’cos they had posh accents, but who didn’t have it, they just sounded like they did.” He goes on to tell a tantalising but intentionally vague story about a major star he worked with, someone who revealed themselves through the course of an acting collaboration to be a dud hiding in plain sight. He won’t provide details (“Too easy to figure out. When everyone’s dead I’ll tell you”), but he says the experience changed him professionally, leaving him more aware of his own limitations, but grateful to have a little vinegar and grit in the mix. “There’s a kind of smoothness, a kind of confidence that comes from a good [paid-for] school. That’s what you’re struck by: they seem to know how to move through the world recognising which battle to fight, where to press their attentions. But it can make the acting smooth, which to me is tedious. I like more neurosis. More fear. More trouble, you know?”

In the new TV show, Criminal Record, he explores a more mortal kind of ageing, life’s third act, its inevitable professional humblings. Capaldi plays a London DCI in his 60s, coming to the end of a career, already moonlighting as a private security contractor, intimidated by the thrust and purpose of a younger colleague at the Met played by Cush Jumbo. As Jumbo’s character grows in confidence, Capaldi’s shrinks. It is a paradox of experience he can relate to. “I find the older I get, the closer I am to who I was,” he says.

I ask him to explain.

“Like I’m returning to… ‘roots’ is the wrong word. I feel more and more like my mother and father, more and more keenly aware of the values they had.” He provides an interesting example, how he has become all thumbs around the act of tipping in restaurants: “I can be in a complete sweat about that.” He can imagine his parents, both dead now, in a similar muddle. “From the background we come from, you can have a bit of anxiety about coming across as grand. So you have to allay that by making sure you are communicating with everybody, all the time.”

Capaldi shakes his head, chuckling softly. He has finished his coffee. He’s about to put on his big coat, say goodbye to my son, and walk back through Whoville to his home and his family. Before he leaves we return to the subject of actors from privileged backgrounds. He says he feels mean, like he took unfair advantage of them in their absence. “It’s not their fault,” he says. “It’s just that there’s less and less of my lot in the arts.” And this concerns him, he continues, because “people of all backgrounds are sophisticated, are interesting, are equally prone to tragedy and joy. Any art that articulates that is a comfort. Art is the ultimate expression of you are not alone, wherever you are, whatever situation you are in. Art is about reaching out. So I think it’s wrong to allow one strata of society to have the most access.”

He nods, feeling he’s expressed himself better. I agree.

The whole interview over at The Guardian.

#Peter Capaldi #The Observer Magazine #Criminal Record #Part of the interview but link to the whole thing

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vintagevict0ria · 4 months

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𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

“You brush past me in the hallway…”

chapter 1

pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader

content: n/a

a/n: omg i am soooooo excited for this you have no idea. Its been so long since i posted and this idea has been stuck in my drafts since july and since im back in my Adam driver era- id thought id finish this. This is mostly inspired by Taylor Swifts song "I can see you" and each chapter will be based on a lyric! So i am no expert on how film/actor/movie stuff works so bear with me. Hopeful as this goes on, it will get better. Im planning on finishing this by the new year (who knows if that will happen) but since im on break i should take advantage of my free time. Ok long story short I will be writing this shit non stop since im on a writing high so who knows if the next chapter will come out tommorow! Hope you enjoy! Notes are greatly appreciated!!

Y/n, a famous actress known for her beautiful face and captivating personality but also her incredible acting skills. You had been nominated for over 50 awards and won 5 oscars. It had been a while since you were on a set nor a movie. The last film was a roaring success and the critics were crazy about it! The media begged for another film starring Y/N Y/L/N.

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the sound of your phone ringing. Your agent- Carolina, was calling. You quickly answered- yawning and hoping she wouldn’t hear it. “Y/n! Great news!” You sighed, not really understanding what was happening. “You got the job!” The job? what is she talking about? “huh?” You rubbed your eyes, laying back down. “The movie!! Adam Driver is in it too! Oh my gosh i can hear them now! ‘Y/n y/l/n and Adam Driver are co-stars in the biggest hit of the year!” Once you heard his name, you sprung up “Wait what?” “Yeah! They want you here in LA by tomorrow morning. I’ve already booked you a flight to leave in..5 hours! Bye!” She hung up before you could say another word. You glanced over at the clock- 9:35. The flight was at 2:15 and it would take a while to pack and get ready. So, being the smart woman you are, you got up and started the day. Showering, packing, and of course- stopping to get starbucks.

Once you arrived in LA, you headed to the condo where you would be staying for a majority of filming. That morning you woke up and started getting ready for the day. Showering, and making a coffee before you headed out to the table read. You threw on a pair of leggings and a tshirt. It was late autumn so you took a jacket on the way out. At the studio you said hello to the crew and a huge thank you to the casting director. “Y/n!” It was Carolina- she ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. “How was the flight?” You smiled at the redhead girl “Great.” Carolina jumped up and down with excitement and handed you sheets of paper. On the cover was the name of the film, the name of the director-JJ Abrams- and your name. “Heres your script. You need to go ahead and head in there! Bye!” She walked away, the sound of her heals clicked across the floor. You quickly skimmed through the pages while walking and not paying attention. You soon enough ran into someone, your coffee spilling over you and the floor along with your script- which was on the floor…covered in coffee. “Oh gosh Im so sorry!” You apologized while picking up your script, wincing at the wet paper. “You might want to watch where you are going next time.” The voice was soft but stern. You looked up and realized it was Adam Driver.

He was wearing all black and his hair was messy. He glanced at you with a subtle stare. “Im so sorry!” You stood up, brushing yourself off. “No worries, happens to the best of us.” He rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck, closing his eyes. Damn he was attractive. ”You headed in?” You asked, trying to keep your composure together. Adam simply just nodded.

The first day of the read consisted of going over the aspects of the film and the time line of production. After the read through, filming would start, then the movie premiere would take place after filming and production in Hollywood, but that was a whiles away. When the read was over you walked out with another co star. Heading to your condo, you received a text from Carolina. "Girl, just talked to JJ and he just gave me word that there is a sex scene between you and Adam 😁" The stupid emoji at the end made you cringe. Carolina giving you this news shot your nerves through the roof. As if you weren't already nervous enough about working with Adam, having to film a intimate scene made it far worse. Kicking your shoes off and falling onto your bed, you opened instagram, an attempt to get your mind of the situation at hand, it didn't work.

#Spotify #adam driver #adam driver x reader #actor au #smut #fluff #angst #adam driver smut #adam driver fluff #adam driver angst #taylor swift #i can see you

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starlostseungmin · 1 year

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hi kei! idk if you remember me but i'm your handholding anon from months ago <3

what lip balm flavor do you think seungmin uses? 🥺 imagine him putting on lip balm before snuggling next to you in bed, the sweet scent making you stare way too long at his pretty pouty lips. he knows you're resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there, but he teases you anyway by pressing his forehead against yours. "jagi, you're so cute but it's just lip balm," he laughs.

— it’s just lip balm, ksm.

hi lovely! yes, i do remember you and i'm glad you're back <33 i made a short drabble for this soft seungmo thought and i got so excited when i read it. i hope to interact with you :'> so please drop by soon or be my emoji anon if you're shy ^.^ thank you for this! i enjoyed writing it. 🌷✨💕

pairing: boyfriend!seungmin x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: kissing, not proofread. word count: 996 notes: hello, i hope you’re having a great day! please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? don't let it flop! thank you very much love ♡

weekend.

seungmin’s favorite part of the week finally arrived. it’s always the best part of his life when he could lay and take his day off, be lazy and eat his comfort food. read and watch dramas like he always does. he just got home that friday night and went to take a shower where he finds you on your shared bed, reading the book he gave you from your birthday last year. all set with pajamas and night lights. the sound of the bathroom’s sliding door opened, followed by his footsteps, then the door closed again. seungmin ruffled his hair to dry with a small towel to prevent water droplets from soaking his favorite mahagrid t-shirt. a smile tugged on his face when he got out of the bathroom.

“enjoying the book so much?” he asked, teasing you about it. a chuckle escaped your lips as your eyes landed on him, immersed in how fluffy he looked in his pajamas with his hair getting dry. “it’s your 5th read,”

“you can’t blame me,” you defended. “i love it so much,”

seungmin let out a giggle before he leaned forward and kissed your forehead and proceeded to do his nightly routine. you share a vanity mirror with your favorite products aligned neatly on the flat surface. it’s a common sight every night on his day off as he ended up cuddling you after he’s done. your boyfriend misses you oftentimes when he can’t go home during his hectic schedule but he tries to give time to call or text you whenever he gets a break in between. nevertheless, you were always busy too, especially when you were in your last semester in college. but your clinginess to each other never fails to miss any time just to talk and ask how you were doing.

he sat down as he looked at himself in the mirror doing his skincare which you always find cute. you didn’t know why but he’s the type to be all clean and comfortable before going to bed. his sweet scent helps you sleep at night and his soothing voice sounds like a lullaby, he could invite you into a pillow fight or just talk about random things until 2 am. bedtime seungmin is one of your favorite seungmin. but he promised you’d sleep together a little early after an exhausting day.

you closed the book, setting it aside for the night as you watched him doing his finishing touch. that rosehip oil lip balm of his. you never tried that flavor before because of your consistent use of cherry or the original one of the brand.

“you’re no fun, y/n,” he’d say and you just have to roll your eyes at his statement. but rosehip oil had you hooked. you knew he’s been using it for a while now but you don’t care. yet watching him apply that roseate wax with a curios scent made you wonder what it tastes like, especially when it’s coated all over his lips.

“is it sweet?” you asked.

“you want to try?” he asked, not breaking his eye contact with himself in your vanity mirror.

“can i?” you beamed, but instead of handing you the small object, seungmin being seungmin leaned forward to kiss you. a smirk formed on his lips, a sign of triumph when he leaned away, leaving you a blushing mess. “you’re a teasing maniac, are you?”

“at least you get to try it specially,” he said, winking at you while giggling. “relax babe, it’s just lip balm,”

“pssh,” you hissed at him.

“how was it?” he said, still plastering that annoying smirk on his face.

“good,” you said. “the lip product, i mean,” you added back as he sighs in disbelief.

“how about my lips then?” he pouted like a baby.

“i don’t know for sure,” you said, letting out an evil chuckle as seungmin started to pout his lips even more.

“here, kiss it,” he said, pointing his lips.

“no,” you retorted playfully when he tried to shorten the gap between you two as he make kissing sounds.

“one kiss!” he laughed in between. “y/n!”

“no, back off!” you said, pushing him away but seungmin is persistent with the kiss and it is always a way to tease you because he knew that you won’t be able to resist it even if you try to avoid it.

“my lips are waiting,” he said.

“one kiss?” you asked as he took the same lip product again to apply.

“just one,” he reassured. “unless you beg for more?” he added licking his lips while wiggling his brows and that’s when you burst out laughing for making a reference.

“i love you so much,” you said in between your laughs and seungmin was proud of his sense of humor. “not just one okay?” you smiled.

“y/n, babe, i know you can’t just have one,” he said as you rolled your eyes in response before kissing him again.

his lips were hot as you tasted the flavored lip balm. it was bitter indeed but the sweet scent of it made it more addicting and having it on your boyfriend’s lips had it intoxicating. seungmin knows you are a sucker for his kisses and melt over it. that is one thing that you always miss when he’s not around, the thing you would always look forward to when he gets home and the thing that you always want the most when you two are alone. how can he blame you when you told him he is a good kisser?

“you’re so cute,” he said, breaking the kiss pressing his forehead against yours.

“and you’re annoying,” you chuckled. “in a good way of course,” you smiled. “i love you, seungmin,”

“i love you too jagi,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before taking you inside his arms and cuddled yourselves to sleep. you can’t wait to spend your weekend with him all alone.

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touteslespetiteschosess · 6 months

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Love To Hate Me || Kylian Mbappé

Plot: Kylian had it all figured out, he'd finally move away from PSG after one more year in red and blue, so why did this random woman have to come and ruin everything for him?

Warnings: Kylian being very mildly sexist (for character growth of course<3)

Word Count: 1276

Masterlist

"But you leaked it?"

"No, I didn't."

Kylian's face was a flat line, though with every word she said, his lips inched closer to a frown. His hazel eyes were fixed on her, sat across from him.

"Your team did and given that the main man in your team is your father, I'd say you were well aware it was going to happen."

Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, each strand neatly slicked back. Surely that hurt her head, maybe it restricted blood flow to her brain- maybe that's why she was such a dick!

His life had been perfectly planned out, his career finally making sense, looking like it was going somewhere. Then, the new manager had arrived and so had his stupid, new PR head. What had been wrong with the old head of PR? Nothing! Sure, he was elderly, out of touch, and not very good at his job and his replacement was young and sharp and beautiful and... that wasn't relevant to her work.

How dare she barge in here in her six-inch heels and her tight, tight blouse and tarnish his name? Who even needed heels that high for work?

He was Kylian Mbappé; he'd given everything for this club and for his country and when he'd written that letter all he'd wanted was a peaceful exit from the team. Now, not only the Parisian media but all media in France and worldwide hated him. Maybe the only people who liked him right now were Spanish journalists.

"Kylian, I admire you greatly. You are a brilliant player and I know your worth." Enrique, the coach, said from his seat beside y/n, "So do my superiors and surely you're aware that we really can't let you go on a free transfer."

"I didn't ask to go on a free transfer, I just said I am not willing to extend my contract." he defended.

"But you want to play until the end of the season when your contract runs out, and no team in their right mind would therefore buy you weeks before you become a free agent."

Y/n spoke quickly yet clearly, sure in her words and sure in herself. When she finished, her lips, painted a dark rose, settled in a line, as she blinked once, twice, her long lashes fluttering.

"Last time I checked, dealing with transfers wasn't in your job description," he bit back.

"No, I'm in charge of the team's image which your transfers are really tarnishing, so you've kind of dragged them to my attention yourself."

"I told you, I didn't leak the letter."

"Oh, well if you say you didn't, you must be telling the truth. I will get my goons to slowly torture each of your teammates until one of them admits to the crime."

Her composed watch didn't shift from him. He glared at her. If looks could kill.

"That won't be necessary, Miss Briggs. Kylian, we have two options here." Enrique said, calmly, "Option one, you and your posse agree to start negotiations with us for a contract extension and-"

"I choose option two." Kylian cut in, bluntly, scowling at the entire room.

"Great. So, option two, we'll exclude you from the squad for the Japan tour and you can spend the Summer training with the loft." Enrique declared, standing up and gathering his files from the desk, "Great talk. Very productive."

As the coach exited, his team leaving with him, Kylian sat there dumbfounded. The only person who remained in the room was y/n, as she jotted something down in her notebook. Finishing writing, she snapped the cover shut and slotted her pen into her blouse's chest pocket. His eyes followed it. Glancing up, she watched him watching her for a couple of seconds before she stood up.

"So, that's it, I'm just fucking cut from the squad?" he seethed.

She nodded, easily humming, "Mhm. What did you expect?"

"You know I love this club. You and Enrique can't just march in here and bench me. I'm Kylian Mbappé."

"I didn't bench you." she scoffed, starting for the door.

"Please, I don't know who you are but for some reason, Enrique listens to what you say and I know you had a hand in this. I don't know why he trusts your opinions since you don't even know football, but stay out of my way, okay?"

She stopped dead in her tracks, spinning around slowly, her mouth slightly agape, though her lips curled up ever so slightly in a way that told him he was a dead man walking.

"Luis respects what I say because I'm good at my job. I know that you're not used to working alongside women and maybe your fragile ego can't handle being booted out of the squad but you brought this on yourself, Mbappé. I don't work for you or Luis, I work for Paris Saint-Germain and I'll do what's best for the club. So, here's my advice, from one master of their field to another, get your shit together and sign a new contract or come September time you might find yourself at a club you like a whole lot less than this one. How does the Qatari league sound? Your whole internalised chauvinism thing will go over a treat there. Like one of the locals already!"

With that, she stormed out of the door, her hips swaying, and he was truly alone in the huge meeting room. Hesitantly, he pulled out his phone and quickly punched in a Google search: chauvinism definition.

chauvinism: excessive or prejudiced support for one's own cause or group, in particular male prejudice against women

He frowned, surely that was a bit far. He didn't hate her because she was a woman. He hated her because she was ruining his life. That had nothing to do with her gender. Well, maybe his burning desire for her contributed to his hatred. He'd never hated the old head of PR this much and maybe that was because he was old and wrinkled and didn't wear blouses that tight or skirts that tight or watch him with eyes like that and-

No, he wasn't attracted to her. Well, not like that. Yes, she was a very attractive woman, that was a fact, but he knew lots of attractive women. He wasn't attracted to her, he could just appreciate that she was, well, attractive and- God, what was he doing? Why were his thoughts spiralling like this, perv?

Maybe he just hated her because she was loud and arrogant and seemed to think Kylian was the enemy and that in vanquishing him, she was doing Paris, nay France, a great service. Noble warrior.

Well, she'd made a big mistake.

Maybe journalists and fans would turn against him for a couple of weeks, caught up in the excitement of his gripping transfer saga. That didn't matter because at the end of the day, he was Kylian Mbappé. He'd lead France to that trophy in 2018, even if he'd been a teenager, and he'd scored three goals and a fucking penalty in the world cup final after that. The country wouldn't turn against him for long, that was for sure.

She'd tried to turn him into the enemy but all she'd really done was make the biggest mistake of all. She'd made herself his enemy, and she'd sorely regret that.

Groaning, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he did and stormed out of the meeting room. He wasn't leaving and he wasn't signing that new contract. Nobody could make him: not Enrique, not Al-Khelaifi, and most certainly not y/n.

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drippingmoon · 4 months

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Merry new year to everyone, again! 🥳💞🥂

I know it wasn’t an event this year, but writing a yearly wrap-up is really therapeutic, you know? So I decided to continue the tradition, and if anyone wants to join me, absolutely view this as an open invitation^^ Introduction is over, and now let’s see what 2023 looked like:

(spoilers: I adored it. I'm also probably going to make this my fixed post, in case anyone ever wants to catch up with me. And also because my second baby, AoS, is growing, and it doesn't have an intro, but I can't leave it out.)

Stats

Aquiver, Aglow: 181k (draft 4) + 195k (draft 5) + hmm, draft 6 is an outlier, because I didn’t rewrite from scratch, so I’m unsure of the written word count. I didn’t change much from draft 5, so I’d say an extra 15-20k. Total word count: 376k+

Remains of a Night: 120k

Aberration of Sunlight: 134k

This was definitely my most productive year to date. And I got so hungry: the more I wrote, the more I just wanted to keep writing, and honestly? I’m proudest of myself for literally carving writing time whenever I got a spot into my schedule. Mostly it was from 8pm-11pm, but I had a mad run where my only free window was from 1am till I literally felt I was dying… I’ll talk about that separately🤣🤣👌

Though, I'm seriously understating it.

Like a lot of other people, I would have all these hours when I was younger when I didn't have anything to do, yet I'd still find some excuse not to write. "I'm waiting for the right time." "I'm anxious I'm not going to get it right." "Tomorrow! Tomorrow I can start right from the morning, and I'll have more time to write, yeah?" or "I'm too tired now, it's late..." and so the snowball rolled down and downhill and I found every reason under the sun not to write, now that I think about it. Sigh. So much time wasted. But I can't regret it either, because I needed those baby steps at that time.

And now! Now I do what I thought I'd never learn to: I prioritize, and I actually organize my daily stuff so it's not so impossible anymore to have a little bit of writing time. I don't take it for granted either. It feels like such character growth for me, I'm immensely proud of it.

And for the record? This year was a huge improvement over yesteryear mentally, too. It turns out, what I needed to get over my word count anxiety… was to be faced with people who literally didn’t give a fuck about it, and just cared about the story. One of the most unexpected things beta stage managed to do to me… was to quench all my anxieties. It’s as simple as that. I read and enjoy very long books. People also do that. So, I’m very happy to say I’m no longer in a tizzy about ‘quiv. It might kill my chances for trad publishing, it might not. I’ll be happy come what may.

Because it’s so simple how working on ‘quiv or thinking about it makes me joyous, and now I can just enjoy that freely. I will miss writing this story so much. I really will. But at least I’ll have it forever to reread, and I hope this thought brings comfort to everyone who also has problems letting go, like it does to me.

Let’s break it down a little, shall we?🤩

Aquiver, Aglow◇◇◇

My little star of the hour. How fond I am of it.

Like you could glean from above, ‘quiv went through three drafts this year. More specifically: in the first part of the year, practically almost as soon as February arrived. I knew it was getting closer to the final version, and gave me the push to finish all three back to back. I couldn’t justify anymore the bazillion AUs I do with rewrites (basically, WHAT IFs from events, WHAT IF it went this different way, WHAT IF Tyrone actually said this here… and so on and so forth. I wanted to test out as many pathways as possible, and did I exhaust every one of them in existence? Definitely not. I don’t think that can happen, you just keep getting new ideas. On and on. What happened, instead, is that these couple different pathways, at some point, cemented themselves as canon in my mind. I didn’t want to tease myself with alternatives anymore, and that’s when I knew they would be it. Some bits from the first draft, some from the third, some from the second. Some were even draft 6 originals!

It’s a bit of a weird process. I definitely didn’t need to reach draft 3, and meet Mezusa, because I could’ve feasibly made it work with just Yles in the story. It still would’ve made sense, though in a different way. But if I hadn’t… I might’ve missed one of the best characters I’ll ever probably have created, and the story (and Yles) is much stronger for her, if you ask me.

For that matter, yes, full rewrites every single draft might take a lot of time and effort, but honestly I don’t think I’d ever change my writing process (save for the moments of frustration when I think I will lol) because of the sheer satisfaction of it. Whoever said so long never to settle on the first version, I owe you a beer and probably some curses as well lmao, but very lovingly. You shaped my writing life.

I don’t have much else to share about ‘quiv, other than it’s off with my beta readers my beloved, and maybe a tentative promise that, if anyone wants, you’ll be able to read this precious ball of hope of mine relatively soon. This story is so gentle to me. And as much as I loved to write and work on it, I dearly hope that whoever decides to give it a go, is treated just the same. That’s the only wish I have.

I also don’t know if I’ll go trad or self-published. Instincts say trad, because I fuckin’ suck at marketing (fact), and I know I’d grow resentful if I’d have to put so many hours into advertising when I know I could instead… write. I’m a writer. That’s the only thing I know how to do. Trad, however, might not be as kind on a ~200k as life’s been, so I might not have a choice. If it comes down to that… I’ll just treat it as I do everything. I don't love this story any less if I just write, publish without a fuss, hope that maybe, just maybe, a reader or two will stumble upon the story and we could talk. Maybe we can have the fun of our lives, create some genuine connection. I know that’s applies to a lot of writers. I hope we can accomplish it.

And so, I’ll finish this section of the wrap-up with a kiss to my ‘quiv, for all the warmth it’s ever brought me. It’s come so far, I know it can live distinct from me from now on. It brings me great comfort. And I look forward to the times I’ll reread it, and we can relive our best experiences together. Never thought I’d get to this point. Thank you, ‘quiv.

Remains of a Night♤♤♤

Mwhahaha! And because ‘quiv took all the pressure, this left AoS to be an extremely fun and spirited experience. Literally the chillest I’ve ever been writing. In many ways, it’s more my thing than I expected ‘quiv to be: I get to murder characters left and right, it’s more plot-heavy and banking on the tension created by a creature that horrifies the characters down to their marrow, but still the only way to defeat it is to know it better, which, uh, might have unpleasant consequences for them. It’s got chase and stealth scenes, and it always shoots me with adrenaline to think about them. In short, exactly my jam.

It’s not a new book, nope. You knew it before as Aberration of Sunlight, but from the get-go I felt it would be bigger than ‘quiv. Very fortunately for me, I had a place where to break it, and behold: there’s RoaN (book 1), and AoS (book 2). There might be a third book, which I dearly hope not because titling sucks, but it depends on the Sycamine arc. More on that in AoS.

One last thing to note, before we delve into the story (hoo-ray for earlier drafts, because I can talk more frankly about them). This is the culprit of my 1am writing adventures!!😫❤ My schedule became too packed, then NaNo came round and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to honor how AoS began, because it was last year’s NaNo, aaand I’m happy to say I won NaNo, somehow, with 56k down before I died. At that time, I only had one section left to write (from both books), otherwise, hahahaha, yeah, it wouldn’t have flown. Still, most of draft 2 I’d written in September-October, with my fairy lights, late nights, and cups of hot cocoa, exactly like how life should be<3

Alright. We’re going through them chapter-by-chapter again, exactly because I love seeing the titles so much:

ACT 1

Cracked Visor, Scorpion Grass

I did it! I did! Twas another shower thought I managed to get down in time. Bare broken sentences, but they did the impossible, and arranged this chapter into a structure I adore to bits and won't ever change. (And 'quiv's naughty voice left me alone for once and I could write it properly!) While I don't think I'll ever be happy with a first chapter (not as a concept, but the writing — part of me will always wish that the reader just had all the information already lol), this one is in the right place.

It pays its respects to the story of the broken helmet at the foot of a spaceship, and how it reconnects Madigan with all the people who'd suffered from being tethered to the planets when they yearned to fly, but the Beast punished them cruelly for it. It makes him feel phantoms of their efforts. The tone is exactly what I needed this story to start from: melancholy and numbly hopeless, against the backdrop of the Beasts's echoed cries.

Rain Through the Universe

Unlike 'quiv, because RoaN and AoS are way more plot-heavy, it's not as easy to change things willy-nilly (whereas 'quiv was all about character bonds and dynamics). As such, it's very similar to draft 1. Because of that, I'll frankendraft next (select and combine drafts 1 and 2, rewrite to connect them) and afterwards I'll try something I've always wanted to. (Scrivener keeps hinting at it!) I'm gonna split the chapters into scenes, and focus on those individually and how I can just rewrite them and set their purpose in stone<3 I'm excited!

As for the chapter itself, gods, I love the atmosphere. Just the wreckage of a sundered ship, and Madigan’s sudden madman appearance making a lasting impression on Spica, because how could it not. They no longer answer distress calls in that age, it just means more dead bodies. In fact, they're forbidden to. Madigan instead brings him what he himself lacks: hope. And a lot of crawling around while dreading the Beast's lambent eye opening, and oh my, the moments are really flying by😈👏 extreme fun for me as the writer.

Aberration of Light

If you remember, the books follow two timelines, which will connect at some point. The first and main one is Madigan and Spica’s story. The other is Holloway’s, in the distant past of that universe, and who’s been dubbed the most selfish man in existence. That’s important, because of how the Beast came to be. But that becomes important later. For now, a weird-ass new recruit has joined the ship, and the witchy crew will very soon start making bets if she’s the Beast in human flesh, which really wouldn’t bode well for their future.

Night Falls On Their Reflection

Draft 2 became Spica’s draft. It was high time. He didn't exist in the original idea beyond chapter 2, but he refused to die with his story untold. And now he's one of the most independent thinkers I've ever written. Now he's Madigan's son (yes, even at 25), best friend, back-to-back partner all in one, and I could watch the trust and mutual respect between these two forever. To be sure: Madigan comes up with the dumbass plans, and Spica's only too happy to follow him through everything (it is good fun.)

He's repaying the incredible kindness Madigan's shown him when answering his distress call, after all.

But it goes a bit further than that, doesn't it? Madigan is used to watching over myriad people. He's the Superintendent of his planet, and while he genuinely loves people, kindness is his default. It doesn't go further than that for him. He doesn't necessarily think people need, much less desire his presence there beyond Madigan extending help, and most of the time, he's content with that. Kindness does make him happy. And it should be the same with Spica now, shouldn't it? He's kind, but he's not Spica's family, nor ever will be. Yet he immediately feels a connection with the boy, that has nothing to do with bonding over escaping-a-cosmic-disaster. And so does Spica.

This is the moment when Madigan starts feeling guilty, for stepping where he should not. But here's the beauty of Spica's character: he's nothing if not dead sure of his own feelings, and what he sees with his eyes. It's okay if Madigan keeps unexpectedly taking steps back. For very long, there'd been nobody to support Spica's beliefs. So he does the same, as when he followed his heart to go into dead space: he believes in himself and Madigan, and that their paths aren't meant to diverge. They mean too much to each other for that to ever happen.

(In short, and legend says you can still hear me screeching about these two ten thousand years later, I love these two so much, and especially the parallels between Spica going alone into outer space and loving Madigan.)

(And, okay, obviously all these developments don't happen in a single chapter, but I couldn't stop gushing🤭🥰.)

Who Puts These Tombs in Ice

Overall, I think draft 2’s Luitgart performed worse than draft 1. Mainly it's the setting I want to revert (still an icy, sempiternally dark hell, but with different ice constructions) because some of the beats are a huge improvement, and again, I gotta combine the two. Otherwise, I’m still as obsessed about the Luitgart arc as I’ve ever been, and huge thanks to it for being so strong it could function as an ending of its own, allowing me to split the book.

Gettin’ into spoilery territory, but I have to un-kill Madigan so many times it leaves me in hysterics. That was what I was supposed to fix this draft. It got worse. Considerably.

(One constant: the chapter being a love letter to Madigan, and how his first answer will always be to help the other, no matter if they deserve it or not<3 and finally, finally, he gets acknowledged for it, and the favor returned.)

ACT 2

Lemon-Dotted Days + Remnant

Two Holloway chapters! I’m actually massively pleased with how they’ve turned out. Last year, I said the main issue was that I had an outline, and that never works for me. So I did what I do best and rewrote everything from scratch, and the result is both uncanny and… unexpected.

Unexpected, because I never in my life thought Holloway’s voice would make me laugh so much. He’s supposed to be unsympathetic, but then you get his interactions with Saintlark (the new crewmate, possibly Beast) where they’re contemplating the harvest of a nebula, and he’s harshly critical of it, which gives Saintlark hope… only to go deadpan One Moment Later: if they’d used the nebula to prolong their lives instead of bolstering the war, they wouldn’t have died like clown idiots.

And, they could’ve maybe stolen immortality from the nebula. They would've had to share it with him, of course. Or he would've murdered them to get it.

That, my guys, is his personality in a nutshell.

I have a lot of feelings on Holloway now, and most involve me huffing and slapping my forehead while groaning, but oh my gods. Was it ever so fun. And wait, wait, wait. Since I'm talking of humor (apparently a lot of comedy fit into this horror lmfao) I have to show you guys the following section🤣🤣👏:

Corpse Snow

The drifters are set howling on the ice. They share glances, five separate vehicles nodding at each other. Madigan revs up the engine, splitting the air with a jet of steam and vibration.

The last of the marines are climbing into the box. A figure flashes past Madigan’s drifter — and he leans over, teeth grinding because of his ribs, and he does his very best to grab someone by the back of their suit and pull. Workout days were never his strength, though. He only succeeds in stopping them in the frost smoke.

It’s Spica dangling from his hand, expressionless.

Lieutenant Hahn instantly seizes on the situation. He throws Madigan a long, withering look. “Whatcha doing, Boss?” he asks softly, about to unhinge his jaw again.

Madigan nudges Spica into the drifter. “Picking up your boy.”

Spica gets the hint and deposits himself into the front seat, glancing from his father to his Superintendent. He seems to give up on whatever’s going on, and makes himself cozy in the frosty spot. And Madigan, of course, pretends not to notice Hahn’s drifter sliding closer.

“And you didn’t consider I might want to have my son with me?”

Madigan looks up and sighs. “Lieutenant, dear Lieutenant,” he starts pleadingly. “Why won’t you show some leniency to a poor, wounded man?”

Hahn’s drifter stops, summoning a breeze across the icy floor that gently rocks the other vehicle. His breathing distorts the comms with static. “And what exactly is my son right now?”

“My trusty navigator,” Madigan answers easily.

“Sir’s emotional walking stick?” Spica pipes in at the same time.

They both look over. Spica’s quietly turned to the navigation, as serene as daylight, seemingly oblivious to how Madigan's expression changes, lightning-fast. He quickly hides it under the guise of a polite mask, as the marines stir and turn their attention on them. They’re snickering.

Lieutenant Hahn throws up his hands, giving up on everything.

This is also the first 30k chapter I’ve ever written. It's everything I've ever wanted to do with ice.

Heart of the Void

The end of the book. Originally, it was the ending section to Corpse Snow, but since it already got so ungodly long, I chipped off that bit and I have to say I’m very happy with how it works as an epilogue! So it ends the frosty, weary journey, and I can’t see the two books as separate yet, but here we bid goodbye to the first.

Aberration of Sunlight♧♧♧

I did the unthinkable and created a fifth arc. This might not seem like much to you, but I was screaming bloody murder you guys😭😭😭. Sigh. It’s so sigh. For so long, AoS consisted of four clear-cut acts, but it was necessary. With the introduction of Sycamine, and making it two books, it was just needed. It’s still one of the worst things I’ve ever done because I was used to four😃💔

(The chapters continue from where RoaN left off – from chapter 10, to 21.)

ACT 3

Retro Spectrum

Sycamine, oh Sycamine. Definitely the break I needed before Days in Darkness. It made for a really neat beginning. It’s calmer, focusing on the knowledge they have on the Beast. It’s also a reflection on Procyon (their main star) and the story of the two straggler dog constellations, and what they'd been running away from. I liked the direction it took. It veered away from the Beast for a bit, so the tension kept expanding in the background. And when it returns, well... maybe they shouldn't have been so eager to see it again🤭.

It suffers from the same syndrome as draft 1’s first chapter… it’s there in the vicinity of the idea, but too much to the left. Not bad for a first attempt. The setting annoys me – I really don't enjoy writing cities, and AoS didn't change that. So, for our next try, I was thinking... maybe we don't need to be on the planet, but up close and veeery personal with it. It's a secret❤.

And, oh gods. I put a moustache-twirling villain in this. And then I couldn’t stop myself from naming some sucker Sweetman Calories. I don’t know what happened to me during those days, but I’m crying🤣🤣🤣.

Toast to the Light

Holloway and Saintlark’s story is slowly coming to an end. Unexpectedly bleaker than draft 1, yet it feels much more sincere. Holloway has a way of saying everything Saintlark needs to hear. No surprise. They did that to themselves.

Dissonant Recognition

Ahhhh, the Madigan-is-slowly-losing-his-grip-on-reality chapter, or maybe he should really stop staring into the suns. One of my favorites<3 Also because it features Moren (!!!) who has a blast staying in the grey morality area, because she doesn’t know if her actions could ever matter, or if she could change anything. Does she just exist? Is she a player or just pawn? Who knows. Besides that, she gets along great with Spica. They form such a teasing duo, the level of mutual respect they felt for each other on sight was a delight to write. My favorite ally of theirs, even if her destiny lies elsewhere.

Night Beneath the Elevator

Best title hands down, dethroning Solgesis. I’m going batshit crazy about the visuals, it's exactly my thing. This half-light slanted over an elevator waiting in a rundown basement to be boarded. And there's something underneath it, and always has been. Something insidiously creeping up and waving its tendril fingers at you as you're just waiting for the fucking thing to ascend. Immaculate, guys, I'm telling you, and I'm cursing my hands because I can't make a wallpaper of this. I want to eat that atmosphere.

Time-sensitive missions, y'all.

And why the heck did nobody inform me I was going to add Command as an actual character and have them talk with Madigan?! That entire convo, made up entirely on the spot but somehow with a direction, made me realize what an idiot I’d been for not doing it sooner. They mean so much to Madigan, after all.

(And Mariya. So much Mariya in these chapters.)

ACT 4

Loop System

Like Who Puts These Tombs in Ice, draft 1 might’ve done it better. Not Spica and Madigan, though, because of the sheer development Spica’s been through and the dynamic he’s managed to form with the crew. It's different from Madigan’s, but similar enough that it’s got Hahn commenting lightly: [Spica’s] picked up quite a few habits from Madigan, hasn’t he? Almost as if they’ve gotten very very close, huh? How about Madigan tell him more?

(I adore writing Hahn.)

Outreach

Another Holloway chapter. Doesn’t have the punch of the kids subplot from draft 1, but this just makes it worse for Saintlark personally, because, this time, the consequences are on her.

Days in Darkness

I knew the moment I first got the idea this would be my favorite chapter. Well, it finally happened in draft 2: when the entire crew is here, this time, and ready for the final countdown, to relive the experience of being trapped in a ship that's disintegrating. No more heroes left behind. I'd been so tired writing this chapter in draft 1, but this time around it was incredible. Everything went up sharply from here, both in terms of events and how on fire I was.

(Maybe less than the gorgon, but I was.)

ACT 5

Echo Terminal

The first of the two log chapters.

I've never written smoother, more visual chapters than in this period. Days in Darkness changed me so much, I was writing day and night by this point and couldn't get enough. Well, I hit my limit in the second half of the very last chapter, but I am beyond satisfied. Even the Beast's metamorphosis took me by storm, because I'd been wondering what the final verbs, the final images, the final design for it was going to be. I didn't expect it to come to me this early, and with such thrill. Those were my very best days of the year, and I toast to them.

(And I knew it was going to be fantastic when Halo's Warthog Run OST started blaring in my head, with as much adrenaline.)

Where, Now? + Solgesis

My beloved. The second and last of the two log chapters, but it’s Noelle Saintlark’s log.

Holloway’s timeline ends here. Or maybe it just gets carried into the future. I thought I’d want to rewrite his parts again, make the plot just a tiny bit more psychedelic and nonsensical because it’s so close to the Beast… but Solgesis put all my fears to rest. Even the formatting and layout is a bit of that special thing I’ve always wanted to try, and it really changes the perspective of the previous chapters. There's a new confession that stands at the heart of Holloway's stories.

Honestly, the only thing that needs urgent working on is the anger at the end of the chapter.

Anger is so hard for me to write sometimes. Not because I don’t connect with it, but because I feel self-conscious writing it. The wildest I felt it was when I tackled 'quiv's chapter 3 and Imera's Turning speech, both in quick succession (before I'd even written draft 1. I'd been taking notes.) Since then... I just thing back to how keenly I'd felt that anger, and I kind of intimidate myself out of it. Kind of like a natural resistence, I quench it from myself. Which is actually hilarious when you think about it. It’s like I’m going I BANISH THEE FROM MY BRAIN because generally, as a person, I dislike feeling and operating on anger. But no worries. I’m going to find a way around it.

Watch me😎.

What Goes Around…

(Now it’s the time for me to start crying some rivers, and, alright, it won’t be visible so I’ll say it: the chapter titles are holding a conversation, guys. They speak to each other. And sometimes it’s both sides of the same coin, like how What Goes Around (comes around) hints here. If you take two chapters, one from the beginning and one from the end (for example 1 and 21) it'll tell you a little secret. Okay, What Goes Around and Rain Through the Universe communicate through their plot, which I can’t spoil but of course it has to do with Madigan and Spica and how they first meet… but there is one title pair that does it best visibly.

Lemon-Dotted Days and Days in Darkness.

And I hadn’t even planned this. All the parallels I wanted to draw… I feel like they built themselves, guys. They really did, and it makes me so wildly happy I don’t even know how to stop my hands from flailing.

And, with them being 21 chapters, they meet in the middle, on the one unpaired chapter.

Called Toast to the Light.

I friggin’ love everything.

New Sunrise, Forget-Me-Right

Of course, Forget-Me-Right is a play on Scorpion Grass. But it’s also such a gentle name for the chapter, because everything ends here. Lying on their backs, staring out into the universe, and it really, really is over. Just a dark horizon on which stars flare and bloom. And suddenly, that maddened rush to make every sacrifice count, to remember every soul they’ve encountered because the legend says the Beast absorbs you when it kills you – all that suffocating pressure dissipates. Lightness remains. Because they’ve protected each other.

For the first time in my writing journey, blood rushed to my head with such emotion I had to stop writing, which never happens. I had to look up and exclaim, holy fuck. But how could I not, considering how the story ends for the Beast? I am speechless. A lot of gorgeous surprises this draft.

Conclusion□●□

Whew, what a year it's been! As for how 2024 will probably look like, though I don't like making plans: finishing the beta stage for 'quiv, and tackling RoaN and AoS's draft 3. Thaaaat one I'm actually starting on Christmas, when I can (finally!!) reread draft 2 with my mug of hot cocoa (or maybe mulled wine for a change) and, no surprises here, I'm hyper stoked for that<3 <3 <3 I legit can't wait to see where the new draft brings them. I might not have set any expectations for them, but they're vying to keep up with 'quiv and I adore it🤭❤

As for my lovely friends... well, you know by how I spam your tags how much I adore you and wish you happiness forever🤩🥺🥳 I don't know what my activity will look like in the near future, so for now I won't be saying anything, and my semi-hiatus continues. Semi, because you're unforgettable and I crave to see what everyone's been up to and (!!!!) what you've written!

So let's meet in 2024 again, and all the best wishes to you, the reader🥰🥂❤.

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the-wip-project · 6 months

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SloMo WriNo: Finding the Perfect Time to Write

Imagine your perfect writing setting. It’s peaceful and perfect, and the words flow easily.

But reality intrudes. Those perfect moments are hard to find, and, when you find them it can be too much pressure, so the words won’t come. Other times, when the inspiration is strong, and words are ready to pour out of you, you have no time or space to write.

It seems impossible to find both the time and inspiration to write at the same time!

That’s because it is.

To have a consistent long term writing practice, you cannot rely on perfect moments or bursts of inspiration.

I’m going to discuss inspiration in a later post, for now let’s focus on finding the time to write, in less than perfect times and places.

For me, I used to write whenever I could, just squeezing writing time whenever. And I was pretty inconsistent in how much I wrote, and didn’t get much finished.

When I decided I wanted to write a novel I knew I needed to get more organized.

I happen to be something of a morning person, and wake up about half an hour before I actually need to get up. I was in the habit of using that time to lie in bed reading, checking messages, scrolling socials etc. It seemed like a no-brainer to optimize that morning time to write.

However, when I tried, I found that I couldn’t stick with it for more than a couple of days at a time. I was frequently breaking my concentration, and easily distracted. And it felt like a grind. Eventually I realized that I simply did not want to write immediately after waking up. (and my ADHD brain will sabotage any attempt to force myself.) See, even though I’m a morning person, it doesn’t mean that I’m ready to do heavy mental lifting when I first awake. Time for quiet, more passive activities are an important part of me transitioning from sleep to full wakefulness.

But wait! Here I am at 6:30 am writing this! Happily! On a Sunday no less! Because I figured out a work around. Another look at my schedule showed me that I had another block of seemingly unused time. The later evenings after my kids are in bed. I’d dismissed that time period because I’m generally too brain tired to do anything productive. The solution was to use that time for sleeping (boring I know) enabling me to wake earlier, keep my gradual wake up routine, and still have time to write.

Strangely enough, knowing that I’m going to write in the morning is incentivising for me, and I find that I simply don’t want to stay up as late anymore. Because I have a fun reason (yes, writing is fun!) to go to sleep.

Now this little story might be helpful for you if you’d like to write first thing in the morning. If the idea feels like torture, then perhaps not.

But the idea is, assess your daily time, and cut something that isn’t refreshing or valuable. And possibly jiggle your schedule around so that you can open up a block of writing time at a time that is good for you.

For me that was the mindless doom scrolling or binge watching that I tend to indulge in after 10pm.

Some times that might work for you (besides the obvious first thing in the morning or last thing before bed): Commute time, Arriving at work or school or other daily appointments early, lunch or other break times in your day, time while you’re waiting. Remember, you’re not looking for massive blocks of time. Fifteen minutes will do. Thirty minutes would be amazing.

So examine your schedule and see where you can block out a regular time to write.

Once you’ve found a few options, try them out. Do you feel good, or harried? Tired or refreshed? If it doesn’t feel right, is there another task you can swap into the time slot to open up a different spot in your schedule?

Which leads us to the question: does this mean I need to write every single day?

Absolutely not. Take rest days when you need them. Either a scheduled day or two each week, or just a floating flex day taken when needed.

Focus on establishing a habit of writing for at least fifteen minutes 5-6 days a week. (And don’t worry about word counts too much while you’re figuring this out.)

Once you create a habit, the words will come!

— Maree

SloMo Wrino Introduction

Setting Word Count Goals

the WIP Project discord

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Comfort - Extra

Extra scene for my fic , Comfort ( read it first to understand the context of this drabble ) Pairing : Din Djarin x F!reader. Mature theme.

Imagine Din going to the market when you were in the shower cleaning yourself up. For you @groguspicklejar masterlist for other stories in the heartbreak Universe

Din stands in front of the stall, dumbfounded. There are so many… products, he is at a loss. People walking past him, staring and whispering. Must be wondering what a Mandalorian is doing staring at all the feminine products. Old lady comes up to him, enquiring with a quivering voice what he needs. “I…. I need.. Some… products.” Was all he could squeeze out. “ For your wife?” “... She’s not my wife.” “ Your girlfriend?” “ She’s not my girlfriend.” “ Sure. that’s what they all say.” Din Sighed. “ Look.. my companion, she.. She is in a bit of pain. Um. I ,I don’t know what I am supposed to do. Or get for her.” he admitted. Old lady smiled and nodded. “ Well… You will need these first of all.” choosing a few of the sanitary items, she put it into the bag. “ How much would you need?”

“ We travel around quite a bit so… um. Give me a few months' supply please.” �� If she is in pain she will definitely need some pain relief. And oh,” Taking out a few herbal smelling sachets from the earthenware containers on the side tables, “ You can make hot tea out of these for her. Remember to brew it for about five minutes before drinking.” “ If she is cramping, this will help her too.” She took out a square pouch. “ It’s a heat pack, it will relieve the discomfort of cramping. You press this button here, and it will start to heat up. If you have a cooler, you can put it in there, and use it as an ice pack too.” Din ended up with a whole satchel full of product. Should last you for the next few months until we stop at the next port. He flashes back to the moment he arrived back at Razor Crest. His heart dropped and panic set in when he saw you facing down, a bit of blood pooling beside you. Din shook his head. Trying to push away that feeling. Two of you only travelled together for a few months, but you have proved yourself to be a great companion. Keeping the ship in tip top shape, diagnosing and fixing the problem before it blows up, welcomes him home when he comes back from a bounty hunt.

Home.

That is a word he hasn’t used for a long time.

Finish making his round in the market, getting other essentials and food supply while he is at it as well, he hurried back to the ship.

He can’t keep you waiting.

His home. His heart.

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lala3244 · 11 months

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When the protectors are gone Part TWO

PART 1 PART3

Hello again!

This part is not violent and quite self-indulgent. It was nice to write stuff I have been feeling but dealt with a long time ago.

Warnings: Talk of injuries, nightmare, some lightly suggestive stuff, some angst I think that's it.

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So, Lucifer announced at breakfast that it would be Satan who would stay at home with me. I nodded and looked at the Avatar of Wrath. He stared at me, some guilt shining through his green eyes. I smiled at him. He hadn’t been the worst of the brothers, he would still talk to me sometimes or share books but otherwise he didn’t have any interest in my protection.

After breakfast, the rest left to go to RAD. Satan walked past me and went straight to his room. That’s what I thought: Awkward… I sighed, I wanted to get to my room but STAIRS! I held myself to the ramp and started my trip, it took me about five minutes to arrive at the last step. I was sweating and panting when Satan came running to me. “I am sorry! I forgot you struggled earlier going down the stairs! You should have called me.” I looked at him with wide eyes and laughed. “Satan. If I need help, I will call you”. He stood there speechless while I started limping towards my room. All the wounds started to hurt again. The demon left to go back to his room. I entered mine and I had received a message from Simeon, telling me to apply the balm before it starts to hurt again. Well, I guess it’s too late. I looked at my injuries and I am repulsed by them. I don’t think I could touch them, let alone applying something on them. I grabbed the balm and shuffled towards Satan’s room, embarrassed. So I would need his help then…

I knocked on the door and waited patiently for him to answer. He opened the door but just stared at me. “Can you… I…” I sighed, so ashamed to ask “Yes?” “Can you please help me? With the balm, I… I can’t bear to touch my wounds nor can I look at them…” I lowered my head, cheeks red from embarrassment. His face softens “Of course, enter”. He opened the door wider for me to go inside. I shuffled past him and sat down on his bed. “Thank you Satan. I really can’t do it yet.” He walked towards me, taking the balm from my hands and opened it. I was wearing a tank top and some shorts, I didn’t want the fabric rubbing on my injuries. Satan stood in front of me, wondering where to start. “Where should I start?” I thought about it and my legs were where it was hurting me the most. “My leg please.” He nodded “Of course, lie down on the bed” I moved and he settled between my legs. He took some of the product and warmed it up between his hands then started to apply it on the top of my leg to my toes. After a few seconds, the balm started to work and I felt better. Once he finished on my leg, he straightened and looked at me, I moved up my top a bit to show the carved letters. My heart was beating faster when I saw his face frowning. He probably wondered what they were going to write. He applied the balm again and then stopped, waiting for me to show him where to next. I showed him my armpit then my cheek. He stopped and looked at my chest covered in deep marks, he blushed a bit but applied the last of the product. I stood up, thanking him and walked towards the door. He grabbed my wrist. “If you are not busy, you can stay with me and we can read some books.” I smiled and said “I’d love to but I think I prefer to be in my room. You can come and if you are lucky my cat will come onto your lap”. His eyes lit up and he nodded rapidly. We gathered a few books and headed back to my bedroom. We stayed the whole day snuck away on my bed with my cat between us. Satan went a couple of times to the kitchen to grab some food.

I fell asleep while reading, I woke up, startled by a knock on my door. Satan was still there and opened the door. I heard him gasp and I looked to see Lord Diavolo standing there. I sat up and greeted him “Hello Lord Diavolo, what brings you here?” He ticked at the title I used and my formal greeting, I would call him just Diavolo before as I thought we were friends but I was so disappointed in him I couldn’t pretend that nothing happened. He forced a smile “I just wanted to see you and to make sure you were feeling better, Barbatos made you a cup of tea to help with the healing.” I nodded but didn’t say anything else. “And is there anything else I can do for you?” My head perked up “Yes. I don’t know if you remember, just before I was attacked I asked you to go back to the human world but you denied me for whichever excuse and next week it’s my mother’s birthday. I want to celebrate it with her and my family. Would that be something you can do for me?” I said all of that with a bit of poison in my voice. I was not one to hold a grudge but it’s been going on for so long now that I couldn’t control my anger anymore and I didn’t care that they were all powerful demons. The three demons flinched at my voice, they weren’t used to me being cold when talking to them but I didn’t care anymore. Diavolo laughed, impressed by how I made my demand. “Yes, it is something I can do for you. Also, we came to tell you we are organising a birthday party for you as it was last month if I remember correctly and we didn’t do anything so we’ll do it before you leave”. I scoffed “Yeah thanks for remembering it now. Do whatever you want.” And I turned my back to them signalling that the talk was over. I heard the door closing then I felt the mattress of my bed dip. Satan touched my shoulder “Do you want me to leave?” I shrugged and before I could say something, there was another knock. I sighed and Satan stood up to open the door again. I turned back around and saw it was Simeon and Solomon. I sat up and smiled at them. “Hey guys! I am glad to see you!” Satan was still by the door when the two entered and I saw him looking down at the floor, guilty at my words and left. I felt bad for him but the two men were always there for me and I was genuinely happy to see them.

Solomon sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. “How are you feeling today?” I squeezed his hand. “It still hurts but I’m okay.” He nodded and looked at Simeon who moved his head back. He went to the bathroom and I heard the water flowing. I hummed, happy to be taken care of without asking for it. Simeon came back and put his hands under my legs and my back to pick me up. I laughed and let myself be carried away by the handsome man. He undressed me and placed me inside the tub then sat down behind me after undressing himself. This time we didn’t enjoy the bath as Solomon was waiting for us. Simeon explained to me, while helping me clean myself, that the sorcerer concocted a new balm more potent than the precedent and that it should help me heal quicker. I nodded, enjoying the touches of the angel. After rinsing the soap, he lifted me up and wrapped me in a towel then brought me back to the bedroom, lying me down straight away on the bed. As last night, both of them knelt on each side of my body and started to rub the product. I didn’t know why they would do my whole body as not all of it was wounded but it was so soothing I couldn’t care the second I thought about it. I started to fall asleep when I felt their touches lingering around the wrapped towel as if they wanted to sneak their fingers underneath it. I opened my eyes and they finally stopped, I smiled at them. I sat up and kissed them on the cheek to say thank you. I yawned and they said it was getting late so they should go. I nodded and asked them to help me to dress myself at least for my top then I went downstairs with them to send them off.

I could smell food being cooked so I went to the kitchen. I saw Mammon cooking and smiled. I went silently behind him, wrapped my arms around his stomach and gave him a hug. He got startled and turned around, relieved but flustered to see me so close to him. My arms were still around his waist when he turned and I put my chin on his chest, still smiling. “What do ya think ya doing, human?”. I hugged him tighter “I am hugging the great Mammon, my saviour” He started to talk but froze, realising what I was saying. Finally, he wrapped his arms around me, cheeks flushed and mumbled “of course ya’d like to hug me. I AM the great Mammon after all”. He nuzzled my hair and we stayed like that for a few seconds. I pulled away “Mammon, cooking.” He fumbled around a bit and returned to his cooking, cheeks still flushed. I knew he was one of the brothers who let me down because of Amelia but he saved my life and couldn’t bring myself to hate him. Also, since I first met him I had a weak spot for him. “Go and sit at the dinner table, it’s almost ready”. I nodded and sat down. Everyone came one after one around the table. Nobody talked to me nor did they look at me. I sighed and waited for Mammon to bring the food so I could eat quickly and go back to hide in my room. Satan was last to join us, he walked past me and kissed me on the cheek. He sat in front of me and started speaking to me. “How do you feel?” I smiled, glad that someone took an interest in me even though I guessed it was kind of forced. “Solomon made a new potion and it’s supposed to help me heal quicker. I can feel it working already.” He nodded with a kind smile, happy with my response. I looked at him fondly then Mammon arrived and served me some food. I thanked him, ate quickly and stood up “Lucifer? I know you don’t like it when we leave the table early but the tea Barbatos made and the potion are working right now and they make me sleepy. Can I, PLEASE, leave?” I glared at him, he looked at me, pride shining through his eyes and despising my tone but he caved in “Yes, you can.” I nodded sharply and left.

I didn’t remember how or when I fell asleep but I woke up drenched in sweat face down across the bed and on top of my sheets. I dreamt I was being attacked again and I could feel every bite, every cut. I could smell my blood which was flowing abundantly. I could hear their every word and I saw their demon form distorted and monstrous even more than they were. I still had my D.D.D clutched in my hand and I used the flashlight feature to find the switch for the light. I turned it on and sat down on my bed, shaking from my nightmare. I took my phone from the human realm and put some videos I had saved to stop thinking about my bad dream. My cat came over and laid down on my lap, his purring calming me down slowly. I had watched a couple of videos when I heard footsteps coming from the corridor then they stopped in front of my door. Someone knocked softly on it and I stopped the video which was playing as I was unsure of what I was hearing.

The knock came again a bit louder, there was someone at the door. Shakily, I said “Come in” Lucifer opened the door slowly and stood there watching me, with an angry stare. We looked at each other for a few seconds and his gaze softened by the second as he saw my scared face, the bags under my eyes and my shaky form. He finally stepped in and closed the door behind him. He approached my bed and stopped in front of it as if he was asking for my permission to sit. I shuffled to make some space for him and he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Why are you still awake? I thought you were tired?” I sighed, hoping my shakes would stop. “I am but I had a horrible dream and when I have bad dreams I need to get up and do something else before I try to go back to sleep.” He nodded “What kind of dream was it?” I scoffed and replied angrily, annoyed by his stupid question “What do you think had me traumatised like that?” He gasped silently and his expression moved to one being hurt “Yes, I understand. Can I get you anything else or help you in any way?” I looked at the demon and frowned, I didn’t like the fact he was being nice. “Lucifer… There is no need for you to be nice to me. I got used to being ignored by all of you, I needed your help before now it’s too late. I didn’t even need your help, I needed all of you as my friends, as you all were before Amelia arrived. You broke my heart and all that’s left is the attack that I suffered to remember all of you.”

Tears started to fall from my eyes, I was crying for my broken heart, for the attack, for my friendships, for my phobia of now seeing any of them in their demonic forms. While I spoke, he lowered his eyes. I didn't imagine one day seeing the Avatar of Pride looking shameful but I was glad. A sob escaped my mouth and he looked up, his crimson eyes widening as he realised I was crying. He held his hand out to wipe my tears and I let him. I had no more energy, mentally, to fight him or anyone else for that matter. Basically anyone could have taken advantage of me, physically or mentally.

He moved and leant against the headboard. He grabbed my hand carefully then waited for me to do something and when I didn’t, he stroked the back of my hand with his gloved thumb. We stayed silent for a few minutes as I was still crying. I was mad at myself for being weak in front of him, not that I was ashamed of it but that the demons didn’t deserve to comfort me when I needed it. He turned his head to me “Do you want me to stay with you?”. I looked at him, curious by his question. “Why would you stay?” He stared into my eyes intensely, he looked hurt and I smirked at his expression. “I don’t want your pity or that you think you MUST be there for me. I might still need your protection so I am not being eaten by demons but for my emotional needs I don’t. I have a few years of experience and I am used to finding myself alone because my supposedly friends preferred the new girl but I suppose it’s kind of my fault because I am not cute, nor sweet, nor extroverted, nor promiscuous.”

I shrugged and he squeezed my hand “I don’t feel any pity for you, you know. Actually, I feel pride when I look at you and true you are not as cute or sweet as Amelia can be but you have always been honest and genuine when you were showing your love to us. You are such a strong human being, I know many who would have descended into madness after what happened to you but here you are, being angry at the most powerful demons in the Devildom and at the Prince himself without flinching or mincing your words. I know an apology won’t cut it but I promise to make it up to you one way or another. It was my fault to think you were fitting in nicely and didn’t need as much attention as Amelia anymore.” He lifted our hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles. My heart started to melt at the attention and at his words, I was still mad but his words comforted me as he showed me a part of him I haven’t seen yet. I smiled at him “Okay, I will hold on to your promise. BUT if you fail I will make your life a living hell.” I winked at him, laughing. He chuckled, “Oh, I know.” “Good, you have been warned Lucifer Morningstar! If you are staying, do you mind if I carry on watching my videos?” He shook his head and let go of my hand then opened his arm so I could snuggle up his side. I took the offer and settled under his arm, my head on his shoulder, my right hand on his chest holding my phone and my leg on his. I was careful to not rub too much on my injured limbs. I put the video on and a few minutes later I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was alone but at least I didn’t have a bad dream again. I looked at the time and saw it was the middle of morning. Everyone already left for RAD and I wondered who stayed behind. Before I decided what to do, the door opened widely and violently and I saw Mammon walking purposefully towards my bed. He plopped down on top of me, nuzzling my hair “Ya’re lucky, today, the great Mammon is staying with you and ya’re having me all to yaself the whole day.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. I whispered “I am lucky to have ya to myself but first I need you to do something for me.” He looked at me and waited for me to carry on. “Can you apply the balm on my body please?” I could see his brain stopped working as he stared at me without blinking and his cheeks getting red. I smiled and waited patiently for him to speak again. After a few seconds, he blinked and stuttered “Of…Of course, ya’d like me to do that!” He struggled to get up and picked up the potion. I took the sheets off my body and he looked at my body. First he was flustered and then he was worried about the extent of the injuries. I didn’t think he looked at them properly. He sat down near me and started applying the potion. His face became redder the more he touched me. I stared at him the whole time and when he finished, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. I stood up and waited for him to get some breakfast.

We went downstairs and before we reached the bottom of the stairs, there was a knock on the entrance door. Mammon opened the door and Barbatos was at the door. He had a box in his hands. He walked towards me while greeting us and handed the present to me. I looked at him, confused. I saw there was a card on it and I read it to myself.

“Today is the day I start fulfilling my promise. Wear this for tonight and be ready at 8 PM”

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I might or might not be sorry about Lucifer as I know some people don't like him but I kind of like him even though he is not my favourite.

Nevertheless, I hope you like it and would like more :)

Thank you for reading till the end!

Much love to everyone

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snippy-tano · 1 year

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I have a soft Tech request that I think we all desperately need.

Reader is in college and is staying up late to finish assignments in the library and Tech comes looking for them and sits with them once he is told that they'll be there for a while. He just pulls out a little trinket from his belt and fiddles with it while they work

You're absolutely right Pro, we need soft Tech in these trying times.

I hope you don't mind, but I made this more of a modern-AU. it was really the only way it made sense to me in my head and I thought it would be fun because I haven't done of those before. I really hope you like it!

please send me more tech requests! i'm emotionally distraught still and it helps!

((also fun fact, the bit I mention in the fic about a comically slow elevator is based a little in reality from my last year of undergrad and when I liked in an apartment building on campus and the elevator was so fucking slow. like. think of the slowest elevator you've ever been in and this one was slower by like two whole minutes))

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Chilly Nights

It was late in the library, the only others who remained were in a position probably similar to yours.

A student nearby was buried within a mountain of books, looking just as haggard as you felt. Another was fast asleep, snoring softly among a mess of papers. There was another who was weaving in and out of the rows and rows of books clutching a small note in their hand, clearly lost and confused.

You took another sip of your long since cold coffee, not even tasting how bitter it had become. You adjusted the noise-canceling headphones on your head and picked up your pen once again.

It was so dead in the library that you never expected anyone to approach you, at least that was until you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Your reaction was a little over-the-top, but you were beyond sleep deprived and totally not paying attention. Your pen went flying as you jerked in your seat, heart pounding. Your headphones slipped off your ears and you turned abruptly in your chair to see Tech standing beside you, not looking the least bit phased by your reaction.

“Apologizes. I did not mean to startle you.”

You pressed your hand to your chest, reaching up to take off your headphones. “It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“You were not responding to my messages and I determined you would likely be in the library.” He said, adjusting his glasses on his face. “I was correct.”

You laughed softly. “Yeah you were. Thanks for coming to check on me, but I’m going to have to stay here for a bit. I have a lot left to do and I know I won’t get anything done in my apartment.”

“Ah. I see. Then I am sorry for bothering you.”

“Don’t. It’s okay really. I’m sorry I can’t leave with you.”

“It is quite alright. Let me know when you decide to leave and when you arrive home.” Tech said and you nodded.

“I will. I promise. Thank you Tech.” You said with a smile and he nodded once before turning and walking away.

You let out a sigh before turning back to your table. You picked up your pen off the floor and replaced the headphones over your ears, playing the next song. Without much more fanfare, you got back to work.

Seeing Tech had been a surprise, but it did seem to help your productivity. His presence, though brief, was enough to jump-start you and help you refocus. It still took a few hours, but you managed to finish everything you had hoped to accomplish and then some. It was right at the moment that your eyes started to burn from exhaustion that you finally decided to call it a night, noticing it was way past midnight.

You tugged your headphones off before stretching your arms above your head, wincing at the sound of your joints popping from lack of use.

“You should really see a doctor about that.”

A voice once again had you jumping on your seat. You spun to see Tech sitting at the end of your table, a few small trinkets spread out in front of him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, staring at him.

He didn’t even look up, just picked up a screwdriver and continued fiddling. “It is late and you should not walk back alone.”

“Did you leave?”

“No.”

You blinked. “You didn’t have to stay.”

“I am aware.” Tech said, ever the conversationalist.

Your shoulders deflated as you sighed. “Thank you for staying, it was sweet of you.”

“It was no bother. I had a few things I wanted to accomplish and the library has adequate lighting. Besides, I believe Wrecker already to be asleep and I did not want to disturb him.” Tech replied and you smiled softly at the mention of Tech’s much larger brother.

“Well, give me a few minutes to pack up and we can go.” You said and Tech only nodded, continuing to work on the small piece of machinery in his hands.

You watched him work for a moment before begrudgingly beginning to pack up your things. It didn’t take long and by the time you finished, Tech had tucked away his small device and shouldered his own backpack. You pushed in your chair and followed his retreating back as you walked through the silent library. You waved to the student on duty at the front desk as you left and they gave you a tired wave back.

The doors opened and you were hit with the chill air outside. You tucked your hands into your jacket pockets and picked up your pace to match Tech’s long strides as you turned to head to your apartment.

The walk was largely quiet, which was fine with you. Usually silence was something you did not like, but for some reason with Tech you never really seemed to mind. Campus was just as quiet, you could see the occasional student or group of students walking, but for the most part, it was just the two of you.

It was calming.

Far sooner than you would have liked, you reached your apartment building. You turned to say goodbye to Tech, but froze as you watched him walk up the steps to your building and place his hand on the door. He turned back to you when it was clear you weren’t following.

“Are you going to unlock the door?” He asked and you quickly moved to scan your ID at the door. There was a click and Tech opened the door for you, following after you stepped inside. He waited with you at the hilariously slow elevator and waited as it began its crawl up to your floor. He also walked with you up to your door, waiting as you unlocked it.

“You didn’t have to walk me to my door Tech.” You said and he shifted on his feet, adjusting his glasses.

“I was merely confirming that you did in fact make it home. I will take my leave now. Goodnight.”

He gave you a nod before turning to leave, you reached forward and caught his wrist.

“Wait!” You said too loudly, wincing and hoping you didn’t disturb anyone else. Tech didn’t move and you quickly released his wrist. “Thank you for walking me home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Tech looked back at you, meeting your gaze as a wave of warmth filled your entire body. “Yes. I will message you. Goodnight.”

This time you let him go, watching as he walked to the elevator and stepped inside as no one else had called it yet. You gave him another smile before opening your door and disappearing inside. You shut the door behind you and let out a breath, smiling.

Tech truly was a sweetheart.

And you’d find some way to thank him, but for now, the warm feeling he left behind would keep you company for the remainder of the night.

#i hope this is soft enough for you pro!#seriously tho #send me your tech thoughts or requests!#i think we all need them in this trying time #asks #askBri #tech x reader #clone x reader #the clone wars #the bad batch #star wars

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azucar-skull · 13 days

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Shedding some light on my situation:

Yesterday, I opened up emergency commissions out of the blue with a very brief explanation on the current crisis at home. As promised, here are some more details on the situation.

Last Thanksgiving, I got disowned by half of my family on my mother's side after I exposed my abusers for what they are. Ever since I got home, it's one thing after another.

Recovery (physically from injuries too), chronic illness diagnosis, Grandpa having a hospital emergency (where I had to clean up his blood), Green Eyed Mask going on hiatus due to stress, finally finishing GEM...then my dad broke the TV.

It was so unlike him to be shouting at my mom for no reason, in my gut, I knew there was a bigger picture.

Dad getting upset, my aunts and uncles coming to visit more often, telling everyone to not say "Happy birthday" to Grandpa because he's too far gone, my abuela bringing out Grandpa's antiques from his time in military.

Last week, I was let out of class early and arrived home to everyone huddled in the kitchen with paperwork. While no one was looking, I saw that the paperwork was for Grandpa's will.

My grandpa is now 88 years old, the youngest sibling in his immediate family. His older brothers and father died at war, his sister and mother of old age. It was a given that this year is his last, he'll be lucky if he makes it to July.

A long anticipated death causes stress on the entire family. I've noticed that my body is out of balance, sobbing at random intervals all day even if I'm feeling fine. It's messing up my sleep, appetite, even my fucking periods which were already a bitch in the first place.

I avoided telling you guys because art is what kept me going. I would hide in my room and draw all day, the rest of the world fading. That's all I do now, hide.

But everyone else in my family is suffering too. My dad broke the TV 2 months ago and home is falling apart by the day. My brother opted to stealing food from the grocery store and living off of chicken tenders and fries from the deli. Mom is never seen, absorbed in her own work as much as I am. The house is a mess, the fridge is empty, bills piling up, riding pay check to paycheck.

It's not that we are poor or losing financial stability (I think), if we were I could turn to my community college for help but I'm not eligible. It's the fact that everyone is so down and busy that we forget the basics like food, long overdue haircuts, doctor appointments, taking care of the dogs, etc.

It's an "every man for themselves" kind of situation. And as a disabled person, I'm unable to work a stable job. So that's why I opened commissions. Money that I can hold of my own should there be a situation like now where I had to buy food the second I got my first order.

But this also means I am going to be more busy taking care of myself and my family. Comic production will be delayed a bit, and I unfortunately can't say for sure if Feral Casey AU will be ready by the end of May.

All I ask is for your support and patience. Reblogging my commission post helps a lot more than you think. And thank you again for everything.

Commission Post

#azucar skull #emergency commissions #explained

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greentrickster · 3 months

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So something good that started in my life last December was that I stumbled into a bit of luck and now have a deal with a nearby geek culture shop to sell plush mages I make. This was extremely fortuitous, because I created the design and concept back in 2017, had made about ten before forcing myself to stop, and, other than gifting one to a friend, still had them all, and was planning to find a holiday donation bin for a charity that accepted handmade stuff, because I was tired of them taking up space in my room. Like literally the only reason I still had them was because life was hectic and I kept forgetting to go check for where any local donation bins were.

This is very exciting, the owner's super nice and helped me set some stuff up so I'm selling on consignment, which means I only get paid when someone actually buys one, but I get a bigger cut of the money when they do.

My dudes, I have an income again.

It's teeny-weeny and irregular, but I have one, and, almost more importantly, a bunch of them sold during and right after the holiday rush, so I get to make more, and it's giving me something to actually do besides working on my mental issues and trying to fill my time while I gain the mental health and stability to get, you know. An actual job. I'm currently making a few more to put in the store, then I'm going to focus on making extra stock to have available for when the local anime convention (and it's stale, stale vendor's hall) arrives this spring.

Not only that, it means that I can make as many of these things as I want for now! And while it takes about a day to make one mage, I'm flexing hard on my status as a professional ADHD haver by having three or four on the go at once, but in different stages of completion. So if I feel like sewing I can one on this one, but if I want to do some pinning I can work on that one, and the third one's ready to finish stuffing and assembling whenever I feel like it, now I want to take a break to watch anime, oooo~ sewing mood again-!

Like, this is in no way I can turn this into an actual career, just because, like I said, it takes about a day to make one from scratch, going at a pace that's both productive and physically healthy for me and also, given that they're about twenty inches tall, made of primarily minky fabric, and being done by hand, that means that I am selling them for nowhere near what they're worth, because people wouldn't be willing to pay that much. Like, the minimum wage where I currently live is (a ridiculous) $7.50 an hour. If I made one of these guys in six hours, that would mean they'd need to cost $45 just to cover my time, never mind materials and the fact that this is skilled labour, and that is not the price on the tag, let alone my cut. They look deceptively simple for all the tricks and techniques that go into one (never mind the fact that minky is expensive fabric, the craft safety eyes I use are special-ordered and very good quality, and, oh yes, these little fellows are machine washable). I literally cannot make a livelihood doing this.

But, like I also said, it's giving me something creative to do that isn't just more reading, writing, and gaming. I love doing all those things, but this is a kind of physical activity that I've needed in my life, and making something physical is so different than writing, with the wonderful bonus that minky fabric is one of my favorite textures! As long as I'm strategic about my acquisition of materials, I'm not going to be losing money on this, and while it's something I think is going to end up paying dividends more in my mental health than in my wallet, I will be earning money for this. I'm getting paid to make plushies to my heart's content (or until I run out of materials for the moment) while watching anime/youtube and working on my mental health, and, for now, that's not only enough, it feels really good!

#my life #would have told you all sooner but was busy with holidays. catching plague. and going through an entire character arc in a couple weeks #my mages

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ellie-24 · 1 year

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Behind the scenes

Summary: So this a prequel to my story Maybe one day. But you don't have to read it in order to understand this one. Enjoy!:)

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: pills, addiction, mentions of blood, talks of Gladys' death

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Working for Elvis Presley truly was a once in a lifetime opportunity. So it wasn't really a hard choice to leave your job in Memphis behind and get introduced to this crazy show world and Las Vegas. Meeting him was an certainly experience in itself, his whole persona was just magnetic. You could tell he absolutely lived the rockstar image, which actually made you a bit wary of him at first. Though he was charismatic and charming he could get intimidating as hell when he wanted to.

Over the course of your first week working for him the two of you developed a kind of routine. You started to get to know his habits and got more involved in his schedule, which made you more than happy. After a few days of being more or less close to him you knew just exactly how and when he liked his coffee, when he would eat and what he liked, you made some phone calls for him, picked up things he needed and you would clean his suite every evening. He also asked you to pick up his prescribed medications a few times and while this kind of worried you, he really shouldn’t perform when he felt sick, you tried to put on a neutral face as this was really none of your business. The only thing you couldn’t really figure out in this week of being closer to him was, ironically, him.

It was this one evening after another successful show where you would catch a glimpse of him behind the scenes. Although nothing about it seemed out of the ordinary at first. Like every evening you would leave the after show party early in order to clean his suite while he remained downstairs and got his usual high on women and alcohol. You had finished cleaning and were just busy ironing one of his jumpsuits that he wanted to wear for the next show tomorrow when you heard the door to the suite open. You watched him enter with his wet hair sticking to his forehead and a towel around his neck that he now dabbed against his sweaty face.

"Oh Mr. Presley! You’re early tonight!" you said as he looked over to you with a surprised look on his face. "I'm almost done here." you added, not wanting to bother him. Normally you would be long gone by the time he would arrive.

"Well darlin’ the party was rather boring." he shrugged. "But what a lovely surprise it is to see you here." he drawled, gesturing in your direction. "Should’ve come up earlier." he smirked.

You quickly got used to his almost constant flirting, so you just laughed and rolled your eyes at him.

"And I already told you to call me Elvis.

Mr. Presley makes me feel even older than I already am."

"Of course, Elvis. Sorry." you said. "Shall I order your usual food right now?"

"Yes, baby that would be great thank you."

With that he excused himself to the bathroom to take a quick shower, as you picked up the phone to call the kitchen staff and place his food order. You then quickly wanted to finish ironing the jumpsuit when he suddenly emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, a robe lazily hanging off his broard shoulders. You tried not to stare at the hairy chest peeking from underneath the deep v neck of his robe and the way his wild hair was sticking to all direction, rid of any products. He sat down on the couch but instead of turning on the tv set as he usually did he watching you intently. You started to grow nervous under his intense gaze and threw him a quick smile before resuming your work. Yet you still felt his eyes shamelessly wandering over your body. You cleared your throat and started talking, the silence between you becoming too much to bear for your nerves.

"I know I’ve told you so many times already but your performance tonight was absolutely brilliant!" you rambled and clasped your hands together. "Really you completely blew my mind... you seem to do that with every show." you smiled softly.

Elvis kept his intense gaze fixated upon you. He knew what you wanted, what every woman wanted from him, really. He hasn’t gotten any action today anyway, so he slowly got up from the couch and approached you with a slurred "That’s really sweet of you darlin’."

He was so close to you now that you could feel his body heat radiating off of him and the scent of his cologne clouded your senses. His massive frame towered over you and you got even more flustered. He licked his lips and watched you squirm with a shit-eating grin on his face. "You’re really pretty you know that sweetheart?"

You swallowed hard when you felt his warm hands caress your bare arms, his fingertips incredibly rough from playing the guitar for years. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt a hand grabbing the hair at the back of your neck, while the other grasped your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. You felt hot and cold at the same time, but then little alarm bells started ringing in your head.

No. No this couldn't happen.

First of all, he was your boss and this would create a highly inappropriate work situation, which you weren’t comfortable with. You didn’t want to endanger your job at all costs, as you were now to not only able to take care of yourself, but also support your parents due to the considerable salary. Second of all you really didn’t want to be another one of his flings. You saw the way the women clung to him within the last two weeks and how he would take some of them up into this very suite, only to never see them again.

No. No this just couldn't happen.

"Mr. Presley… what are you doing?" you whispered tentatively, his fingers now brushing along your cheek.

"Elvis." he whispered, correcting you.

He started to lower his head, almost touching your lips. You started to back away a little bit and he pulled you closer again. He shushed you gently, thinking you wanted to play coy with him and lowered his head again, coming dangerously close.

However when you started putting your hands against his chest, pushing him away from you firmly, he finally backed away and looked at you with a stunned expression. With a deep breath you hugged yourself and took another step backwards. For a few seconds you just stared at each other, as if desperately trying to read each others thoughts.

You, on the one hand, started regretting what you just did. What if you pissed him off? What if he took your rejection badly? Your mind worked at lightning speed trying to figure out what to do next. Your palms started to sweat and your heart started beating so fast, you were almost worried he could hear it. You already saw yourself in a plane back to Memphis. The silence was, again, deeply uncomfortable but this time you didn’t dare to say anything.

Elvis, on the other hand, felt guilty. The way you were standing two steps away with him, hugging yourself and looking at him without that usual twinkle in your bright eyes. He didn’t like the fear and worry he saw in them now. He was certain you would appreciate this kind of attention from him, confident in his belief that you had a little crush on him. Had he really misread your behavior that much?

Clicking his tongue he started "Damnit, Y/N.." He ran a hand through his hair. "...I- I’m sorry I-I... didn’t want to make you uncomfortable."

He had barely finished his sentence when you interrrupted him. "No! I’m sorry-"

He held his hand up, silencing you. "You have nothing to be sorry for... Forgive me. I just thought..." he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

Strangely encouraged by his obvious lack of words, the first time you had seen his usually quick-witted self like this, you lifted your chin and said "I just think it would be better for the both of us if we keep this professional. This-’ you gestured between the two of you. "-would be highly inappropriate."

He scratched his chin and after a few seconds he nodded "...Yeah I- I guess I agree Y/N... I think you’re right... But you still haven’t answered me. Do you accept my apology?" He looked at you with a bashful expression.

"Yes I do." you said with a small smile, instant relief flooding you. He smiled back at you, again with his damned boyish charm. "There’s that pretty smile of yours. Will you please stay for a bit and eat dinner with me? That’s the least I can do as an excuse, sweetheart."

He paused for a bit. He figured that it would be better if he didn’t mention the fact that he couldn’t stand the thought of being alone with his own mind for too long. "...And I won’t try anything funny I promise." he said with his hands held up, trying to lift the mood.

You now couldn’t contain your laughter, whether it was still nervousness, relief or happiness you weren’t really able to tell. He started to laugh as well, his eyes twinkling, and went to pull out a chair for you, waiting for you to sit. "Thank you." you said with a chuckle. Deep down that southern gentleman was really still in him, you thought.

When he sat down he opened and closed his mouth a few times, wanting to say something but apparently not knowing how. You also noticed the way his fingers were shaking a little, although you couldn’t figure out why. He wasn’t nervous was he? He quickly looked over your shoulder towards the kitchen counter. He was so unlike himself right now, but when he saw the worried expression on your face, he just smiled reassuringly at you and opened his mouth again.

"...Y-you really think it was a good show today Y/N?"

"Yeah! I stopped counting how many times I got goosebumps, really!"

"I forgot the damn lyrics like three times." he said dryly.

"Elvis, I don't think anyone noticed. I didn't... stop being so harsh on yourself."

"The tabloids notice. Every damn time... Bastards." he ran his hand over his face.

It was then that you noticed the many new bloody scratches on his fingers. This was a regular thing for him as the fans would often try to snatch the rings from his fingers as souvenirs or just wanted to hold onto him. You had seen it multiple times already until Jerry eventually told you about it.

"Elvis... your hand.." you whispered.

He looked at it as if he saw it for the first time.

"Oh it's nothing sweetheart. Don't worry."

"Elvis... please take care of yourself. You really gotta clean these or they'll get infected as well." you gestured at the patches and badages already around some of his other fingers.

"Mhm." he hummed, looking at the ceiling.

You wanted to open your mouth again, but decided against it as you saw that his mood began to sour. In that moment there was a knock on the door, indicating the food was there. You got up and quickly set the table, putting the food on both of your plates as he watched you in silent contemplation. The two of you then opted to eat in relative silence, both deep in thought. The only sound that became more and more prominent was the clinking of his cutlery as his fingers started to tremble even stronger than before. After he saw you staring at this he curtly excused himself and walked over to the kitchen counter. You turned around and saw him fumbling with some kind of pills he just retrieved from some cabinet. Didn't he keep his medicine in the bathroom? He quickly popped some in his mouth and dry swallowed them.

Noticing your confused expression he laughed, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and stated "Don’t worry sweetheart, just some vitamin pills you know? Being locked up in this-" he gestured around, just managing to repress a curse "-deprives you of uh Vitamin D. Says the Doc at least." he shrugged. You narrowed your eyes at him, not sure if he really expected you to believe this but he didn't even give you the chance to respond to this.

He sat down again and promptly asked "So... Y/N. How do you like the job so far? I can't believe I haven't asked you yet."

You looked at him with big eyes, not expecting this sudden change of mood from him. "...Oh uh it’s great really! Um you know I’ve never been out of Memphis my whole life. Coming here… Las Vegas… It was overwhelming at first, but I think I’m getting used to it."

"Small girl in a big town." he smirked.

"Hey!" you said in mock offence while he held up his hands and looked at you with innocent eyes. "No, but you’re kinda right. Last week-" you briefly laughed at the memory "- I was on the bus and all of the sudden there is this guy next to me, who like snorts a line of cocaine or whatever right off his arm! And then he complains that he lost all of his money in the casinos and he just wouldn’t stop talking to me! When the bus stopped I just… ran out." You made a straight line with your arm to emphasize your story, still laughing. "I swear I’m such a newbie."

"...Would you like to have a car?"

"That would probably solve a lot of problems, wouldn’t it!" you snickered.

"I’ll arrange it then." he said with a serious expression. You searched his eyes for a joke and waited for the punchline, but you got the feeling he really was dead serious.

"...Don’t you dare." you said with a face that matched his. "That was a joke. I don’t need a car."

"It would be no problem, sweetheart."

"I would probably just crash in this city with the way they’re driving here! It's nuts." you stated, trying to keep him from buying a car. "Thank you so much for the kind offer Elvis, but I really don’t like the idea. It’s way too much money."

He looked deeply into your eyes with a slightly bewildered look on his face. No one had ever turned down his offer to buy them a car or other materialistic things. You really were an odd one, rejecting his advances and his gifts. Yet, he was kind of intrigued by this. "Alright sweetheart... don’t want to make you uncomfortable again." he said, raising an eyebrow.

You smiled. "No, really I’m happy the way it is. More than happy. With the money I make now I can support my parents. It’s not much, but god knows they need it… I’m glad I can do something for them. They always did their best for me."

Elvis felt like he could relate strongly to you. "You know..." he started a bit hesitant. "This is why I started in this business. I mean music has always played a big part in my life, but I wanted to support my parents as well."

"Really? I didn’t know that."

"It’s true, i-it was for them. E-Everything I did at the beginning of my career. You know, when I was this... little bitty guy, shaking my legs and going-" he made a funny face, impersonating his younger self from almost 20 years ago. "...You youngster probably don't remember that." he added with a half smile.

At that you started laughing so hard it made your stomach hurt and you couldn’t stop until you felt tears escaping your eyes. As you wiped your eyes, your laughter slowly subsiding, you saw him looking at you, rather proud of himself.

"I’m happy to provide this for you. Makes you sleep a lot better at night knowing you can do something for your folks."

"Yes, definitely!"

"I remember when I bought Graceland. I-It was one of the most happiest moments of my life. Knowing they would never have to worry about rent, landlords, or housing itself ever again." he recalled with a fond smile. "Seeing that smile on my mama’s face..the happiness in her eyes... that’s something I’ll always cherish."

"That’s beautiful, Elvis." you managed to get out, visibly touched. Of course you knew that his mother hat died rather early, and according to the media, this loss hit him very hard. But now you saw it with your own eyes. The grief was still written all over his face, although he tried to conceal it. He watched you carefully, opening and closing his mouth again. He wanted to say more, but he made the experience that nobody wanted to hear what he really had to say.

They wanted to be entertained by him, they wanted him to lift everyone up. Nobody wanted him to be serious or, god forbid, sad. As soon as he started going in this direction, the people left. Yet you looked at him with an encouraging expression, as if you really cared. He continued "When she… died… I felt like something of me died with her. I didn’t want to live in a world where she wasn’t by my side. After all… everything I did... was for her."

"...Oh Elvis... I’m really sorry... I see it in your face, you loved her very much. I’m sure she was more than proud to have a son like you. Remember, she is watching over you right now..." You swear his eyes were glistening for a second, but he quickly ran his hand over his face again and took a deep breath.

"Thank you Y/N."

"Nothing to thank for."

"N-No really. I-I mean it."

"Alright." you smiled gently. "You’re welcome... I’m always here if you need someone to talk to."

He looked deep into your eyes an unreadable expression on his face. "Wouldn’t this go beyond your duties as my personal assistant?"

"We can make an exception." you said with a wink, suprised at your own confidence.

He started to laugh and you joined him, finally completely at ease with him. The two of you continued to talk on and on into the night. You now saw him with entirely different eyes. You liked this version of Elvis much more than the rockstar image he liked to portray in front of everybody else. Even himself sometimes.

You eventually started to get up and started doing the dishes, while he sat down at the piano and played a tune, softly humming to himself. After that you finished ironing the jumpsuit that sat forgotten and lonely atop the ironing board for the last hours, and checked the time. Surprised about how late it was already you quickly said goodnight to Elvis, wanting to head to your room and get some sleep.

"Alright Y/N. See you tomorrow, sweetheart. Sleep tight!" he said. You looked at him with a warm smile and approached him, still sitting at the piano. "You too." you slowly leaned down and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. He raised his eyebrows at you with a surprised expression, taking in the joyful look on your face. His eyes softened and he carefully lifted his fingers to the spot on his cheek that you had just kissed. With a smug smile he then continued to press them onto his lips, imitating a real kiss.

"Oh, you!" you laughed and lightly smacked his shoulder. "I’m leaving now. I hope the bed bugs bite you!"

You could still hear him laughing even after you closed the door behind you.

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#elvis presley #elvis #big daddy elvis #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis movie #ellie writes

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icequeenbae · 2 years

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Now or Never (m) KIS KSW

Pairing: Rowoon (Seokwoo) x Reader x Inseong

Polyamory AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, softdomvibes!Inseong, creampie, threesome, facesitting (messy oral, I warned ya)

Word Count: ~4.5k

Summary: If your partner is ignoring your needs, is there anything better than having another partner to tend to them?

Author’s note: Hi hi hi!! I feel like I haven't been posting for ages, so I'm super happy to finally be back ❤️ So... This time I bring something different (big thanks to my beta @baekshoney for bearing with me 🙃). AHHH so nerve-wrecking!! Anyways, this is my first non-EXO (non-Baekhyun??) story on here, which I had dusting in my gdocs for some time. Since I am about to hit 500 followers, I felt like it is as good of a time as any to experiment a little~ I really really hope that you enjoy it! Don't worry, Baekhyun stories are also coming!!

Since it is a different fandom, I just want to state my usual greetings - I am Ri, very chatty and welcoming of all asks/ comments/ questions etc., please don't be shy to reach out! Okay, it's getting too long, I'll just leave you to it hehe

It has been two hours. Two torturous hours since you’d gotten home, ready to pounce, and your boyfriend Seokwoo was still not giving you anything but crumbs. Apparently, his friends waited for weeks for this day to come since he was too busy to play during the promotions, and now he was gaming like crazy for much longer than you were willing to tolerate.

At first, you took the opportunity to soak in a nice hot bath and take a relaxing shower. Then you took your time applying all of the skincare, hair products and whatnot to give him some extra time to finish up. You checked on him while your face mask was on, yet his session didn’t seem to be nearing an end. When you were all done (and slightly disappointed by the lack of attention), you rejoined him on the living room couch, looking for ways to distract him and coerce him to call it a day for his gaming. However, your advances didn’t produce much of an impact: Seokwoo simply nodded, asking you to wait for a bit longer.

He didn’t even glance your way. His eyes were glued to the screen the entire time you were ‘interacting’. Seokwoo was so deep into his game that he didn’t even notice the way you glared at him for 10 minutes straight before the noise came from the entrance.

‘Kids, I’m home!’

At this time, you were quite upset, so you weren’t in a rush to respond to Inseong, who was probably headed straight to the bathroom anyways. He had developed this habit of jumping in the shower as soon as he arrived home, probably because he became a sloth soon after – too lazy to remove his makeup or wash up. It was kind of endearing, the way he fell asleep in a matter of seconds sometimes, but personal hygiene was also a thing.

With the little patience you could muster, you waited for your older partner to finish his routine and proceed to the bedroom in order to put his home clothes on. But as Seokwoo continued to ignore all of your signals – the uncharacteristic pouting (you usually made use of it with his hyung instead), the hand on his thigh, the audible fuming – you were growing more and more frustrated.

You simply wanted him to spend some time with you! It was his fault too that you were this spoiled, basking in the ocean of his affection along with Inseong’s most of the time. The two of them were usually extremely clingy, and despite them being back home for several days already, you had hoped that their neediness would match yours and last for a bit longer.

And here you were, angry almost to tears from being completely ignored for the whole evening, especially after the extensive wait prior to this. Still, you were determined to get your share of attention in this house, one way or another.

The fact that Seokwoo simply gave you a casual pat on the butt when you stood up to leave only aggravated you further.

When you trudged into the bedroom, you were greeted with the familiar sight of your significant other splayed on the bed in just his shirt and sweats. His blond hair was a mess, his eyes were closed and his phone was on his chest. He was going to check something on there and then just decided to laze about for a minute, you figured. The sloth in him prevailed once again.

‘Oppa, are you asleep?’ You murmured, climbing onto the bed and taking a spot right next to him.

Flush to his side, you laid your head on his chest, and hugged him with both your right arm and right leg. The reciprocation of your gesture was instant, and his arm curled around your back, somehow tugging you even closer to him.

‘No, I was just going to join you,’ he replied, giggling softly as soon as you pressed an intense kiss to his neck. ‘What’s that about? Missed me?’

Inseong laughed in the charming way he did before looking at you with one eye. He caught the expression on your face way too quickly.

‘Why are you sulking?’

Multiplying your already exaggerated pout, you huffed and hid your face in his chest.

‘Seokwoo is ignoring me. All night.’

Reaching for your hair, Inseong brushed it away from your face and poked your cheek playfully. You huffed again like an angry little hedgehog.

‘Did you two have a fight?’

His tone was affable, and your defensiveness was down for the time being.

‘No. He’s… playing games!’ You frowned. ‘Instead of playing with me.’

‘I see,’ he hummed knowingly, digging his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply. ‘So, you’ve been pampering yourself all evening, and he gave you no attention at all?’

‘Yes!’ You replied begrudgingly.

This time, he didn’t give an immediate response. You lay there for a long minute, with his fingers brushing through your locks steadily. It was calming, you could not argue. There was something about Inseong that made you go mellow like this. He was chaotic at times, but when he was in his lazy domestic mood, you two would be melting together like two scoops of ice-cream on a pretty little plate.

And Seokwoo could very well be the plate. Since he was pretty and also unyielding (to your desires and whatever else) on days like this. Oh, you just wanted to smack his dumb little head every so often! What a meanie. He probably didn’t even notice that you weren’t around anymore, so your time was certainly better spent with someone who at least didn’t refuse to hold you for a good minute.

Acting all childish wasn’t something you did often, but sometimes a girl had to get what a girl wanted. And thankfully, it happened to work great on Inseong, who was a couple years older. Maybe it was him having a soft spot for you that made you this demanding, but who cared?

‘Cute.’ The blond finally replied. ‘You two can never stay out of trouble without the adults at home. It’s either fucking or fighting, no in between.’

‘Sometimes we’re playing around,’ you offered, cheeks suddenly getting heated at his comment.

Inseong snickered, chest shaking underneath your head.

‘I know how you ‘play around’. It counts as fucking, aegiya.’

You squirmed, feeling like you were trapped in rich honey. The hand that was patting your hair moments ago was now gently stroking the curve of your back, making your whole body tremble with excitement already. It wasn’t even anything special, but it was Inseong. His touch was just magical like this.

Relaxing in his arms and inhaling his fresh scent, you slowly turned into a purring kitty. The disappointment you felt from Seokwoo not giving you an ounce of his time this evening faded away, and you eagerly allowed your hand to snake under your elder’s shirt.

He hummed as his warm skin welcomed the caress of your fingertips, and you gripped his pec impishly. Both of you loved skinship a lot, so for some time it was just squeezing, and stroking, and rubbing, and hugging… You groped each other all over in a lazily sensual pattern, the tension growing just as steadily as Inseong’s boner underneath your palm. He startled you though, by reaching down and pressing two of his fingers to your clit.

You moaned before you could help it.

The shirt you were still wearing was all folded over your exposed breasts, so Inseong leaned in to press a wet kiss to your nipple. You squirmed, entangling your hand in his hair, and sort of pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

‘Mm, why are you wearing a thong at home?’ He murmured, licking at it broadly, leaving a moist trail over your breast.

‘Because my oppa is a pervert,’ you teased with a naughty smile, which quickly fell when he tapped you on the pussy.

‘Don’t be a brat,’ he warned in a singsongy tone, and circled your nub with just his middle finger.

The exhale that escaped your lungs was too breathy not to indicate your current state. But Inseong didn’t require any hints. He knew your body better than he knew his own, so pushing your buttons in the most efficient way came easy to him.

‘Next time don’t even bother wearing them,’ the blond continued, two of his fingers crawling underneath the triangle of fabric over your pubic bone to rub between your wet folds. ‘If you aim to please oppa.’

The soft squelch followed, and you moaned again, bucking your hips forward. Inseong smiled at your reaction, repeating his action a couple times to stimulate you further. You huffed impatiently, fingers digging into his deltoid, and presented the advanced version of your pout. It was a sort of ‘innocent baby girl wanting to get messed up by daddy’ kind of look. Very fitting for the current state of affairs, where you were reduced to watching him play with your pussy, all while wanting to curse him out to have him speed it up.

You’d had enough of waiting for tonight. It was time to be taken, and if anyone was to know better, it was him.

‘Inseongie,’ you called, skipping the honorific on purpose.

He knew it meant you were in a different state of mind already, too impatient to drag it out. So, he rolled his pants down, pressing your palm to his length.

‘You don’t have to wait for much longer, Y/N-ie,’ he murmured, voice sounding salacious without him even intending it.

There was just this… aura to him. Inseong could say the most mundane little thing, and not even mean for it to sound seductive, and still your body would react. And since it has been a long evening so far (of you being left unsatisfied), you were grateful that it was him. Because while Seokwoo preferred to take his time and essentially marinate you in his love (when he wasn’t too busy ignoring your very existence), Inseong was more impulsive in his lovemaking. He was less intense, but more… present. And while Seokwoo took you to another realm and made it an experience in itself, Inseong got things done. Exactly the way you wanted them done.

It didn’t even startle you when he suddenly pushed into you from behind, holding you by the waist. He stayed unmoving for a few seconds, helping you get your shirt off for good, and then tugged you so close your back ended up glued to his chest. Always his little dessert spoon.

He set a medium pace, his breath fanning over your ear just as steadily as his hips rolled into yours.

‘Mh-m,’ you moaned through your sealed lips, crazy about the wetness echoing in his every motion to pull out and slip back in.

You could picture his juice-covered cock from just hearing that. Saliva filled your mouth driven by instinct, and you gulped, reaching back to at least get a handful of his ass while at it. As if hearing you swallow, Inseong suddenly brought his hand up and traced your lower lip with his index finger. Shoving it into your mouth along with his middle finger, he urged you to give him a good suck. Pushing his fingers in and out, as if imitating oral sex, he made you drool even more.

Content with how well you lubricated his fingers, he brought them back to your nipple, making sure to press on it while squeezing your whole breast. You shivered.

‘Should I just go all in, baby?’ He inquired, slowing down, and you nodded frantically. ‘Okay. I’m not pulling out either.’

He chuckled at the way your nose scrunched up. You did enjoy raw sex, and having some cream on your cake was fine on any day. But having two boyfriends (who sometimes got pettily competitive) usually ended up in your whole crotch covered in cum. Also your butt crack, and your thighs, your boobs… sometimes it got smeared over your entire body. These boys could get so messy that afterwards you were in for an urgent shower and dealing with the laundry, even though you could barely keep your eyes open. It was helpful that there were two of them, but they were also double trouble.

When Inseong changed the position, it became a lot more… a lot more.

Your left leg was between his, and your right one was in the air, supported by your partner. Inseong pressed down on it to spread you open, and you knew he meant business in just a few moments – when he adjusted.

‘Ah-h!’ You couldn’t hold back your yelps any longer, getting louder with every thrust.

It was hard to reach for him in this position, so you tugged on your own locks instead, arching your back. Your shaky hand found the firm flesh of his thigh, and you held onto it for dear life and he snapped into you so hard your entire body bounced off the mattress.

‘Seongie- yes, yes-’

You were simply pleading at this point, the muscles of your core quivering around his cock.

‘Enjoying the show?’ Inseong suddenly asked, not wavering in his rhythm.

Blinking through the blurriness in your eyes, you looked up at his sweaty chest and then face, noticing a figure right behind him.

Seokwoo was right there in the doorway, watching you intently as you fucked.

‘Ah!’ You shrieked, a lightning bolt of pleasure hitting you in that very second.

Inseong kept your thighs open, pressing you down into the covers forcefully to use your orgasm to trigger his own. It only took him a few seconds to catch up.

‘Oppa-’ you cried, and he growled through the hammering of his thrusts, which kept filling you with more and more of his seed.

He wasn’t in a hurry to get off of your limp body once he was done, planting lazy kisses over your collarbone instead. Your weak arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he stroked your thigh. It was a cuddling session all over again.

It was cut short by a begrudged hum.

‘Aren’t you done yet?’

Seokwoo was the one who wanted attention now. How ironic.

‘What’s with the tone?’ Inseong inquired, knowingly furthering his donsaeng’s frustration.

‘Hyung! You could’ve waited for me, you know?’ He said, approaching the bed with his arms crossed.

‘Why would I?’ He snickered, lying down on his back comfortably, not even bothering to cover himself up.

Inseong toyed with people in the most infuriating, innocent, and arousing way. Always.

‘Noona,’ Seokwoo called helplessly.

But you ignored him, looking up at the blond next to you.

‘Now he remembers I exist.’

‘Sure he does. Raging boners tend to redirect your attention.’

Seokwoo pursed his lips together in frustration, looking down at the very obvious giveaway of his body.

He looked kinda cute when he was mad like this, so you gave a gentle nudge to Inseong, urging him to play with the junior some more. ‘Maybe he just likes to watch. We can give this punk another front row seat to the performance, can’t we?’

‘You’re so naughty, oppa. You know how wet and sensitive I am still…’

‘Yes. I could dive right in…’

‘Noona-ah!’ Seokwoo whined, pushing through to get between you and Inseong. ‘This isn’t fair. Why is he getting all of you?’

‘Missed your train tonight, aegi.’ You huffed, shoving him back to fall on his butt with the ball of your foot. ‘Go back to ignoring me and see how sad I am about it.’

‘I’m sorry, I just got carried away…’ He mumbled breathily, finding ways to touch your thigh discreetly with the pads of his fingers. ‘I can make it up to you.’

You met Inseong’s eyes, and despite his neutral expression, you could tell he was just as curious as you were.

‘Like how?’ You inquired, feigning indifference.

‘How would you like me to do it?’ He asked, and both you and Inseong rolled your eyes.

‘Seriously,’ Inseong sighed dramatically. ‘He has to be told what to do. Do you want hyung to give you instructions too?’

He only said that to tease his junior, but there was something in the way he phrased it… That had you bite your lip to deal with the raise in tension. And Inseong noticed.

‘On a second thought… Why not?’

Both of you turned to the blond now.

‘Strip, Seokwoo-yah. And make it entertaining for your noona.’

The pause didn’t last long, and you heard the ruffle of fabric as the taller one began to get rid of his clothes. He tried to do it slowly, in a more sensual way, one could assume, but it seemed slightly awkward and rushed. His long limbs demonstrated very little grace in setting themselves free, and your cold façade almost got destroyed with a chuckle.

Did he have to be so tall, clumsy and adorable?

Biting into your cheek from the inside of your mouth, you held it in. Inseong’s hand wandered across your breast.

‘You’re easily excitable,’ he murmured into your ear, and you squirmed from the tickling warmth of his breath.

Why were you turned on again this quickly? Whether it was the scent of Inseong’s sweat in the air and his cum dripping out of you, or Seokwoo’s toned body and delicious bronze skin in front of you, you had no idea. But it was clear that you wouldn’t refuse speeding things up at this point.

Inseong must have been reading your mind, because he reached out to grab Seokwoo’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed again.

‘Lie down. On your back.’

You watched with deep curiosity how he bossed the younger around. Usually, Inseong was quite soft-handed. He could take the lead at times, since he was older, but mostly preferred to live a life of a marshmallow. So now, as he had set out to help you ‘punish’ Seokwoo for his cold manner, you were suddenly coming to terms with finding this hot. Maybe a thing to bring up next time?

The blond turned his head to look at you.

‘Sit on his face.’ His tone was soft, yet the suggestion seemed bold.

‘Huh?’ You looked down on autopilot, thinking back about the semen smeared all over your pussy now.

The fact is, Seokwoo was quite used to his hyung’s cum on him, since they both got pretty messy taking turns. But it wasn’t usually anywhere close to his face. You were wondering…

‘Aren’t we teaching him a lesson?’ Inseong asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear in a casually flirty way he had about him. ‘He wants a go. Might as well clean you up first.’

You gulped at the thought of Seokwoo’s mouth on your cum-stained labia. Inseong visibly enjoyed your reaction, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the younger one either – he tugged at your wrist impatiently.

‘I’ll do it, noona. Please.’

Hesitating for a moment, you wanted to ask if he was sure. But if the apparent twitch of his cock and the restless licking of his lips were any indication, he was quite into it already. You quickly assumed the role you were offered.

‘What makes you think you deserve to do even that?’ You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him.

Inseong snickered behind your back, enjoying the scene in front of him.

‘Don’t be so mean, sweetness,’ he murmured, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. ‘He knows exactly what he’s getting. He saw all of it happen.’

Thinking back to the way Seokwoo lurked in the door, watching Inseong fuck you into total bliss, you cocked your head to the side, looking at the blond’s lips.

‘I guess if he doesn’t impress me… He could always go back to watching, right?’

The question sent an electric charge through the air, and, as soon as Inseong nodded, you threw your leg over Seokwoo’s chest. Taking the right position didn’t require much time, although you were cautious not to smother him.

Seokwoo, however, didn’t seem to care about breathing whatsoever.

He buried his whole face in your vulva as soon as you sat down. You pursed your lips to contain a yelp and inhaled, feeling much less powerful now that he was holding your hips in a tight lock of his arms. The younger’s full lips worked hard, exploring your wet folds. When suddenly his tongue dipped inside you aggressively, there was no way to hold yourself back.

‘Agh!’ You gasped, pressing your palms into the wall in front of you.

The taller one continued with even more fervor. He clearly aimed to coerce more of these reactions out of you, and his technique was about to bring him success. You could hear his muffled breathing, and the slurping sounds he produced, and the low hums from a deep place in his chest… It was all too much to handle.

‘Seokwoo-ya-ah,’ you moaned, bucking your hips forward with the help of his palms on your ass.

Inseong bent over reaching for your inner thigh to get a better look, but the younger one smacked his hand away unapologetically.

‘Like a hungry lion,’ the blond snorted. ‘Seems like you’re his prey now, Y/N-ie.’

Turning to him like a hungry lioness yourself, you licked your dry lips.

‘Put your cock in my mouth,’ you demanded, and he smiled, giving your face a broad stroke up to your ear as if you were his pet.

Instead of giving you an answer, Inseong looked down at something behind you. It could only be assumed that it was the younger’s crotch. But before he could say anything, Seokwoo lost his resolve completely, suddenly pushing you off of himself and onto the bed.

It didn’t take you much longer than a second to register his rock-solid cock, bouncing against his lower stomach. Slightly surprised that he got this hard with zero touching, you were ambushed by his quick move to grasp you and likely get you on all fours.

Fighting him off playfully, you twisted and wriggled, not allowing him to lay you on your belly. As usual, he was careful not to hurt you, and you used your size difference to your advantage. He conceded all of the hits and shoves, determined to get you in his hold by catching your wrists. But soon he had to simply pin you down on the bed, using both force and his body mass. Finally submitting to his weight on top of you and showing your teeth in a defeated smile, you dug into his hair with one hand, battling his grip.

Kim Seokwoo loved when you touched his hair. The gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp almost sent him into ecstasy every time, so he hurriedly pushed into you before it was too late. You cried out, even though it didn’t hurt, and he pulled back slowly, eyes trained on your face.

‘Deep and hard,’ you told him, sounding hoarse and slightly desperate. ‘Make me come quickly.’

He swallowed, pecking you on the lips swiftly, and slammed back into you. After a round with Inseong and a torturous oral with Seokwoo, your pussy was so swollen and tender that you could barely stand the abrupt contact it was making with his skin. Squealing and grasping, you left superficial scratches on his back as your hands traveled down the curve of it.

His glutes were flexing rhythmically underneath your palms, and you were almost hypnotized by the way his tongue ran over his luscious lips. The mole on his chin added to your madness, and you grabbed his neck with one hand to plant a kiss over it. He wasn’t satisfied with just that, and his tongue slipped between your lips, momentarily taking over.

Whining into his mouth, you allowed him to devour you, while his hips continued hammering you down. It wasn’t his usual style, but your request (order?) was to make you come quickly, so he knew you were not in the mood for a slow session. And testing your patience was definitely a challenge for another day. Thus, he used all of his athletic ability to keep the intensity of his thrusts high, making your walls start to pulse in a familiar way around him.

‘Noona…’ He sighed, gripping you tighter as his movements became rougher.

‘Mm-ah,’ you jolted in his arms, body trembling uncontrollably.

A sling of curses followed, and you fist pressed into his shoulder in an attempt to get some distance between you. But he kept going, spurred on by your high-pitched moans, and in mere seconds you heard his breathy groan. Keening at the feeling of his seed flooding your insides and dripping out slowly when he rocked back and forth gently, you threw your head back. Seokwoo slipped out of you, moving down to rest his head on your exposed chest for a few moments, and you went with the flow.

Some time later, your trance was disrupted by the rustle of tissues.

Opening your eyes and turning to the side, you saw Inseong, who was wiping what could only be cum off of his stomach.

‘Oppa?’ You called, attracting Seokwoo’s attention as well, despite him almost dozing off on top of you.

Inseong met your eyes and chuckled.

‘What? You didn’t think I was gonna watch you and not get off?’

You motioned for him to join you.

‘I want cuddles.’

‘Yes, princess,’ he replied, throwing the used tissues on the floor without a care before scooting closer to you.

Seokwoo rolled off of you with slight displeasure, and Inseong tugged at the duvet to get it from under you. He knew you were getting cold quickly after sex, so the first thing he did after cleaning up was wrapping you in the covers. When all three of you were tucked underneath, the blond immediately clung to you from behind, intertwining your legs.

Seokwoo turned away already since he liked to lie on his side as well, but his bare back seemed quite lonely at this time. You traced his spine with your index finger slowly.

‘What lesson have you learned today?’ You asked him in a semi-stern tone.

‘I shouldn’t have ignored noona,’ he mumbled in response, sounding like a scolded puppy.

‘Are you gonna do this again?’ You asked, and were met with silence. ‘Hm?’

‘No..?’ He replied, and you huffed at the response.

‘He’s gonna toy with you even now,’ Inseong laughed, and you shoved at Seokwoo’s shoulder blade with your fist.

‘Yah, is that your final answer-’

‘I love you, noona!’ He interrupted, melting your anger away with the sucker punch phrase. ‘Please love me back.’

‘Ugh, this little-’ You rolled your eyes, unable to remain strict at all.

Inseong nudged your butt forward, and you got closer to the younger one’s body. Sighing, you finally wrapped your arms around his waist, accepting him as the (giant) little spoon. He instantly became a purring mess in front of you, stroking the arm you were hugging him with.

‘I guess it’s better late than never…’ You muttered, placing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Just like that, you officially made up.

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A/N: Not gonna lie, I'm dying for some feedback. It feels like I'm posting my first story ever, I was very uncertain about posting it 🙃 I do hope that there are many SF9 stans out there to enjoy this, but I haven't interacted with many (which I would love to). There are some other sf9 stories coming along... with different pairings (cz I'm a hoe? lol) Anyways, let me know what you think! Also, my masterlist is now mostly EXO, but check it out if you're interested~

P.S. Not at me rushing to post the story because I was just hanging out with Dawon in my dream today lmao Can't disappoint my bestie 😂😂😂

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