#pls excuse any and all typos because i wrote this at work and just want to go home

[starrystevie]

18+ | modern office steddie au | cw: public sex, undernegotiated kinks, unsafe sex | crossposted to ao3 here

eddie doesn't do it often. okay, maybe that's a stretch. frequently might be a better word for it, more accurate. but he wouldn't say he does it everyday or anything. it's just a little break from the day, an escape from the monotony of corporate america.

he's only been in this new tech support job for a few months but he's already comfortable enough that working on his next novel at his desk doesn't give him anxiety anymore. he isn't afraid someone is looking over his shoulder all the time like he did when he first started with the company.

the thing is, eddie's good at tech. he's good at finding the problems, finding even better solutions. half the time all he's doing is updating and restarting people's equipment that hasn't been refreshed in years. so he finds himself with enough free time at his desk to work on the second installment of his fantasy novel when the problems seem to be at a low.

as he waits for his laptop to boot up, eddie cracks his knuckles and grabs his phone to send a text to his editor that may or may not also happen to be his best friend so he could cut back on over exuberant editing fees. he doesn't read the message over, just fires out a text to nancy quickly before pocketing his phone.

he only realizes the typo once he gets a laughing emoji in return and cackles at what he actually sent.

"getting ready to write some smut on the cock!!!!!"

it doesn't take long to send a winky face before correcting himself to say " on the clock obviously", before pocketing his phone and opening the document where his novel is. just as eddie is about to start typing, a voice behind him makes him jump out of his skin.

"what was so funny?" steve asks, arm propped on the top of his flimsy cubicle wall, legs crossed over one another, smirk on his face.

eddie forces himself not to swoon. he takes in the way his white button up stretches across his chest, dress pants oh so snug over his thighs, hair pushed back in the way that only steve harrington could pull off. he may have only been at the office for a few months, but ever since he first saw him, steve very quickly became the only thing eddie could think about.

"i'm sure you wouldn't find it funny," he starts, tilting his laptop screen halfway shut so steve can't catch him doing his other job, his favorite job, while at work.

steve smirks again, his cheek lifting enough to crinkle his eye. "try me, munson."

with a dramatic push, eddie rolls in his wheely chair and stands up so he can keep his voice low. "i sent my editor a dirty text on accident."

if steve's surprised, he doesn't show it.

"editor, hmm? for what?" his voice is as low as eddie's and it makes the cubicle feel even smaller than it is. like everything in the world has zeroed in on their whispers to each other.

"i might be writing a book. well, technically i've already written a book. this is just the sequel."

steve's eyes flick from eddie to his laptop and then back once more. "is it anything i'd know?"

he cackles again, picturing steve reading his smutty fantasy novel, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to make any sense out of the haphazard world map eddie drew for the back page. but then again, he could easily picture steve in the world he made. he'd be a prince- no, scratch that, an elven prince- just like the one he's writing about in this one.

"i do read, you know. i'm not entirely up to date with everything but i do like books." steve says it like he's almost hurt and it makes eddie look back up at him, mellowing out his wide grin into a softer smile.

"oh, i wasn't doubting that. i just doubt you read elf porn in your free time."

whatever hurt was lacing through steve's face is gone, replaced with wide eyes and eyebrows to his hairline and a bright smile pulling at his cheeks.

"yeah," he says a little breathless, "yeah, definitely not the first thing i'd reach for."

eddie gives him a told-you-so head nod and brings a hand up to run through his hair, tracking steve's eyes as he follows the motion for a moment. having his eyes on him rushes through eddie like a wave crashing and he's halfway tempted to do it again if he didn't think it would look forced.

"well you probably don't know mine then."

as he turns to go back to his chair, he hears steve cough to get his attention back, arms crossed over his chest to make his shirt pull taut over his beautiful, gorgeous, annoyingly perfect biceps. "so what was the dirty text?"

"well, it was actually a typo," eddie starts, cocking his head to the side with a smirk as he pulls out his phone, "so an unintentional dirty text. but still funny, none the less. and i don't think i can say it out loud without getting hr called on my ass so-"

he holds up his phone so steve can see the brief conversation between him and nancy, watches his eyebrows shoot back up to his hairline, watches as his mouth drops open for a millisecond before giving eddie another goddamn smirk. steve leans back, drops his arms to put a hand on his hip, and looks eddie less than subtly up and down.

"so... do you want to?"

eddie can feel the moment his heart stutters in his chest. a combination of steve's general... steveness plus the implication of what the text said and his mind travels to a dirty, dirty, not meant for work place until he pieces it somewhat together and asks-

"...are you asking if i'm gay?"

steve huffs out a laugh and takes a step further into eddie's cubicle. there already isn't much room and with him coming in the tiniest bit closer, their toes are almost touching.

"sure," he says like it's the easiest thing to say on a thursday afternoon. "it can be a two-part question if you want."

a few things run through eddie's head all at the same time:

steve's close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off of the arm he now has resting on his desk, and he's really about to come out to a coworker which he normally leaves for at least 6 months into a new job, and that he thinks he's going to pass out if steve is actually asking what he thinks he's asking.

do you want to write smut while you're on my cock?

he doesn't know where he finds the courage, honestly. call it a slow thursday, call it a little extra motivation for his novel. eddie scoots closer and throws caution to the wind.

"then yes to both."

he's never seen steve's office. he's been to the top floors before when some higher up needed him to install a web browser on his new desktop so he has kind of an idea of what the private offices look like.

eddie didn't expect the first time that he got to see steve's office would be spread out, bent over his desk with his novel pulled up on his laptop while steve runs his hands over his ass.

"here's how this is going to work," steve whispers close to his ear while he lays against his back, snaking a hand up to undo the knot of eddie's messy tie, popping open a button on his dress shirt in the process. "you stop writing, i stop fucking you."

with a hum, eddie presses his hips back, up on his tiptoes with his off brand dress shoes pinching his feet tightly. "i think i can manage that."

"i'm not finished," he bites gently at eddie's ear lobe, returning his hands to palm over his ass cheeks. "everything i do to you, and i mean everything, needs to be written down. turn me into a character or something, i don't care, but i expect you to be thorough."

he doesn't mean to moan at the instructions, really he doesn't, but it's so easy to picture steve morphing into a character in his world. his mind races trying to figure out how exactly to write him into the scene that had already started, but with a snap of his fingers as the idea clicks, he writes out a quick line and looks at steve over his shoulder for approval.

"who's sylvar?" steve asks, pronunciation clunky on his tongue.

"sylvar is an elven prince, might as well make you him. besides, you both have an s name."

steve chuckles, his breath ruffling eddie's hair. "okay, fair. prince, huh?"

he doesn't have to look over his shoulder again to know that steve's smirking so he rolls his eyes and finishes the sentence, only breaking away to gasp as steve brings his hand between his thighs to spread them further apart.

"i'm gonna take a wild guess and say that elidyr is supposed to be you?"

eddie nods and pulls his tie off the rest of the way. "let's see, he's one of the prince's newest attendants, known for being a bit out of control, gets chastised for staring at the prince's ass in his khakis too much-"

"you're making that one up, huh?"

he tosses his tie to the side and brings a hand up to tangle in steve's hair, pulling his lips down to his neck and waiting for him to get the hint and start kissing. "steve, i'm making all of it up. that's the way writing a book goes."

"is that so?" he murmurs playfully against his neck, teeth pressing against the skin as he smiles, hands yanking on his hips to get eddie flush against his cock. "...i don't see you writing."

eddie huffs and shakes his head before writing out quickly how sylvar grabbed elidyr by the hips roughly to show him how excited he was. steve takes the typing as the go ahead and quickly undoes both of their pants before running his hands up eddie's now bare thighs.

he didn't really have any idea of how well he'd be able to hold out to steve's ministrations while having to write them out at the same time, but any confidence he had in himself leaves when steve's palm cups his cock through his briefs. eddie cants his hips forward and brings his hand back up to tangle once more in steve's hair.

and just like that, the touch is gone.

"oh, come on!" eddie whines and brings his hands back to the keyboard, typing in random filler words until suddenly he has no underwear and hands pulling his ass cheeks apart.

"gonna fucking take you apart... shit," steve whispers and eddie doesn't think he was supposed to hear it, but he writes it into the scene anyway.

there's a cool dribble of what must be lube on his hole and he fights against the shiver it sends up his spine. "you have lube in your office?"

"no, i have lube in my briefcase. big difference."

eddie doesn't really see how to the two are different, but he laughs to appease steve before getting cut short as a finger starts to enter him. he must whine, must jerk or do something wrong because it's leaving almost as soon as it had arrived.

"steve, i swear to god," eddie groans, head dropping down as he types without looking. poor nancy is going to have a hell of time reading and editing over this draft.

they both sigh when the finger presses into him once more and steve weaves his other hand into eddie's hair to pull him up and look at his screen. "there you go, just keep typing. write about how good it feels."

and shit. that's hotter than he expected it to be.

it goes well for all of a few minutes, eddie typing and steve reading over his shoulder, scissoring his fingers to get him nice and wet and open. they both somehow manage to keep their composure, filthy words being muttered out loud that then end up on the screen.

it's after steve gets him cock in him that it all goes down hill.

"oh fuck-" eddie moans as his leg gets hoisted up for a better angle. steve's grip on his hip is brutal, bound to be leaving bruises, as he pulls eddie back to meet him in the middle.

his chest is rubbing against the pleather desk cover, nipples catching on just the right side of painful when steve pushes his shirt up and out of the way. his dick is flopping against his thigh with every thrust, the lack of friction driving him insane.

he swears he only takes his hands away from the laptop for a second but then steve's pulling out quickly, dropping his leg and getting eddie off balance. he whines like he's throwing a temper tantrum before bringing his fingers back up to type more nonsense, gasping when steve slides back in like no time has passed.

"read it," he huffs next to his ear, "tell me how perfect you make fucking me sound."

"oh my god," eddie croaks, eyes rolling back as steve lets go of his hip once more to pull his head upright. "sylvar fucks wi-without abandon, hitting every right spot possible inside elidyr, the heat of his h-heavy cock punishing him making him mad with lust."

"good, yeah that's good. like when i fuck you hard?" steve grunts out before pistoning his hips even faster, eddie's moans bouncing off the bare office walls. "tell me more, keep going baby."

"the grip he uses to hold onto elidyr's hair is the only thing keeping him upright. this is all he could want, tending to the prince's every desire, being whatever the prince wants him to be." eddie expects it when the fingers in his hair curl even tighter, his back bowing against the desk with the pressure, but he still keens loudly at the pull.

steve chuckles roughly, like he's barely holding on himself, hips stuttering before evening out. "is that what you want?"

"wha-" eddie murmurs, not trusting his voice much more than that, his brain turning into mush. "is what what i want?"

"want to tend to my desires, want to be for me to use however i please?"

and the thing is, realistically, eddie knows this whole thing is weird, blending his two worlds together in a way he's never done before, but it doesn't stop him from forgoing the rules and bringing a hand down to work over his cock. "god, don't stop. please, please, please..."

steve must be tired of the game, too, because he doesn't even attempt to quit what they're doing to punish eddie as he stops writing. he barely has time to appreciate that the game is finally over because the hand in his hair slides around to rest gently around eddie's throat, pulling him up so his back is to steve's chest, every thrust punching out another gasping breath.

"answer the question," he says, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips. "gonna let me use you how i want?"

eddie has died and gone to heaven and the cause of death is a mixture of steve's tongue, hands, and cock. his mind wanders to what else they could do together, what else he'd let steve do, what else he wants steve to do. he sends up a quick thank you to whoever is listening that he saw the job posting for this company so he could be here in this moment with a possible sex god in his midst.

the hand that he had braced on the desk for support makes its way up to cover steve's on his throat, a barely there pressure combined with his quick fingers on his cock that sends him over the edge.

he breathes out a "yes" as he shoots come across the stop of steve's desk and see stars dancing in his eyes. steve fucks him through it, whispers filth of what he wants to do to eddie right into his ear, and when he comes back to himself, he digs his nails in the top of steve's hand.

"want it, want you, however you want me-" he chokes out.

and when steve finally comes inside of him, eddie makes sure he bends back down with his cock still pounding into him to write some line about how nice elidyr thinks it feels to filled up from someone who probably shouldn't be giving him the time of day. he tries not to find parallels as steve kisses up the back of his neck as he rocks his hips for the final time.

eddie's bare ass is in a mixture of their come as they maneuver him around to let him sit up and wrap his legs around steve's hips, pulling their spent cocks together while they lazily make out. steve's hands dance softly over his bare thighs, eddie threads his fingers through steve's hair.

"how does it end?" steve whispers against his lips.

"i don't know yet," eddie says truthfully, his mind wandering as kisses start to trail down his jawline. "how do you want it to end?"

"i don't suppose they have bars in this elf world, do they? one where they can go on an actual date to before going back to the palace or whatever to ravage each other?"

eddie grins, tipping his head back to catch steve's lips one more time in a slow kiss. "i can arrange for them to go to the tavern. i think they'd both like that."

the next morning, slightly hungover and draped over each other in steve's way too large bed, eddie ignores a text from nancy asking why the names change halfway through the draft and wondering who the fuck steve is. eddie silences his phone and goes back to sleep, so glad that he didn't double check his first message yesterday for typos.

#HI this got long so i will be posting it to ao3 #shoutout to mickala and alice for turning me into this monster #pls excuse any and all typos because i wrote this at work and just want to go home #steddie #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie smut #modern steddie #steddie au

[much-obliged-timothy]

Dark Days (Rhys&Tim)

Okay so I wrote this one-shot of Timothy going to work for Atlas after being rescued from the casino and forming a friendship with Rhys, and I felt like dabbling in that AU a bit tonight. So here, have a non-proofread one-shot of Rhys being a good friend to Timothy!! (I’m functioning with half a brain cell tonight, pls excuse any typos)

Rhys had been a bit hesitant about hiring Jack’s doppelganger at first, but he had to admit, he was grateful the vault hunters brought Timothy here after rescuing him from the casino.

Even now, he gathered up the paperwork from his most recent presentation- paperwork Tim had put together for him at the cost of another all-nighter. All the information was thorough and well-researched though, and Rhys’ potential investors had been impressed. 

Rhys would have to find some way to thank Tim. A day off, maybe? Though Tim never seemed to enjoy them, despite all his complaining about work.

Something else, then. Maybe it’d be better to just ask Tim what he wanted. He didn’t seem to care much for a pay raise or vacation time, so that always left Rhys a bit puzzled on how to reward him for his hard work at Atlas. 

Rhys’ ECHO pinged with a new message. He finished putting his paperwork together before taking the ECHO and checking the message from Zer0.

Zer0: Went by your office/Timothy had your booze out/Better go stop him

Zer0: :( 

Rhys’ heart sank at the message. Tim had struggled to adjust at first, always jumpy and on-edge after everything he’d been through. But over time, he’d settled in and even seemed to thrive a bit, becoming a good friend to Rhys.

Still, from time to time, he had his dark days. There were days, rare as they were becoming, where Rhys or Zer0 would find Tim drowning himself in whatever booze he could manage to pinch from Rhys’ office.

It was hard to catch him before he got too shitfaced. He knew their schedules well enough to sneak his way in with enough time to get through the majority of a bottle before he was found.

Zer0 must’ve gone off his schedule for the day to find him so early. Rhys hurried out of the meeting room, connecting a feed to his assistant.

“Hey, cancel my next meeting. Something came up,” he said. “Possibly the meetings for the rest of the day. And send the biggest bottle of ibuprofen you can find to my office.”

He thought he might need it more than Tim. Rather safe than sorry when it came to dealing with Tim’s dark days. 

Rhys understood them, though. He’d been a Hyperion employee, after all. He knew the work environment even without Jack breathing down your neck. He couldn’t imagine working directly for Jack, being forced into non consensual surgeries to alter your body and personality, and then being locked in a casino for seven years with angry victims trying to kill you the whole time. No one was surprised that Tim’s mental health took sharp turns for the worst some days. 

The worst part was that Rhys didn’t even know what triggered these moods in Tim. Once Tim sobered up, he didn’t like to talk about it, just laughing it off and assuring it wouldn’t happen again, the lie easy on his tongue every time. 

Rhys reached his office, out of breath from hurrying along. He made a mental note to put exercise equipment in his office so this stopped happening, recalled how horrifyingly buff Vaughn had become after doing that, and scratched the idea. 

He pushed on the door, but it was locked. Tim must’ve realized Zer0 saw him in here.

Rhys put in the passcode and the door opened. Tim didn’t look up from where he sat at Rhys’ desk, drink in hand.

“Well, at least you didn’t drink straight from the bottle this time. You know that grosses me out,” Rhys said, shutting the door.

“You’re out of breath. You should exercise more, Mr. CEO,” Tim said, staring down at the nearly empty glass of whiskey. He reached out and filled it back up.

Rhys put his hand over it as Tim started to lift it towards his mouth. He glanced at the bottle, relieved to see he’d gotten here before Tim got too deep into it.

“You have a meeting,” Tim said.

“I cancelled it,” Rhys said. He sat in the chair across from Tim. “What’s wrong, Timothy?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Just unwinding after a long day. We’ve done it before.”

Rhys usually tried to avoid having drinks with Tim when he could, not wanting to encourage this exact behavior. “Not often.”

“Go have your meeting, Rhys.” Tim sounded exhausted. “I’m fine. I’ll only have one or two, I promise.”

“Don’t lie,” Rhys said sharply. “Not to me, Timothy. Please.” 

Tim looked pained for a moment. “Right. Sorry.”

“Is it because I overworked you?” Rhys said anxiously. Had he been pushing Tim too hard? Tim always insisted he didn’t mind the all-nighters so long as he got to take it easy the next day and break for a nap if he wanted to. But what if that was a lie? What if Rhys was taking advantage of Tim?

“What? No,” Tim said in surprise. “No, Rhys, I’m not overworked. I mean, yea, paperwork sucks. But it’s not…” He shook his head. “No, I’m not. I swear. Seriously, you’re the only boss I know who gives me the greenlight to nap whenever I feel like it.” 

“Then...what?” Rhys said, feeling lost. For as close as he and Tim had gotten, he sometimes felt so distant from the other man. 

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Tim abandoned the drink, a bit reluctantly, and gestured to the door. “You want to grab lunch since you cancelled your meeting?”

“You’re deflecting,” Rhys said. He knew he shouldn’t push Tim, but he was worried about his friend. “Timothy, you can trust me. I just want to help.”

“I’m fine,” Tim said, smiling. It was so genuine looking that only the anxious twitch of his fingers gave him away. 

“You don’t have to be fine,” Rhys said. “You can be upset. I’m your friend, Timothy. I’m not going to judge you for having hard days with what you went through.”

“Dammit, Rhys, I said I’m fine,” Tim snapped, his tone that gruff, angry one Jack got. His eyes widened at his own outburst and he raked a shaking hand through his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

Rhys got up. Tim hung his head miserably. 

Instead of leaving, though, Rhys went around the desk and put his arms around Tim. Tim jerked in surprise.

“Is this okay?” Rhys said nervously.

“It’s weird,” Tim said, but he was smiling weakly. “Definitely weird.”

“But not bad?”

“No, not bad. Awkward, but not bad.”

“Bring it in, big guy.”

“Sure, dad.”

Rhys rolled his eyes, but was relieved when Tim actually hugged him back. For as comfortable as he’d gotten around here, he was still very weird about physical contact. Rhys, who was a known hugger, always thought of it as a win when Tim let him get close like this. 

He hugged him for a long moment before slowly pulling away. “Better?”

“Only if you ruffle my hair and call me sport,” Tim said, snickering when Rhys whacked him in the arm. 

Rhys sat on the desk, facing Tim. “Timothy, I’m serious. I worry about you. I know you don’t do it often anymore, but it still worries me and Zer0 when you binge drink like this. It’s not a good way to deal with things. We’re your friends, and we just want to help you.”

“I’m dealing with it,” Tim said.

“Drinking yourself into a blackout isn’t a good way to deal with it,” Rhys said. 

Tim pressed the heels of his palms to his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so goddamn weak. I’m sorry!”

Rhys grabbed his cybernetic hand, not wanting him to hurt himself with it. “You are not weak. I couldn’t even make it from my meeting to my office without running out of breath.”

Tim didn’t take the bait for a joke. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“They asked me to go with them. That’s all it took to make me- Oh, fuck, Rhys, every time I think I’m getting better, I end up here,” he said, his voice raw with pain.

Rhys put a hand on his shoulder. “Who asked you to go with them?”

Tim swallowed hard and opened his eyes, staring at his cybernetic hand. “The guys I was working on that prototype proposal with. They were going to a c-casino.” His breath hitched on the word and he curled his fingers against his palm, looking torn that he couldn’t actually feel any of it. “And it was like I was suddenly back there. I couldn’t escape the thoughts. I tried. I really did. But it gets too much and I can’t stop it. I don’t know how else to make it stop.”

Rhys pulled him close again. “You’re not weak for that. You were locked in there for seven years, constantly in fear for your life. You’ve done an incredible job healing yourself after everything. It’s okay if some wounds never go away.”

“I want to be better,” he whispered.

Rhys pushed his shoulders back and looked into Tim’s eyes. The milky white of his blind one was always disconcerting, and it reminded Rhys of just how much horror and pain he’d endured from Jack. 

“Timothy, stop being so hard on yourself. You let me hug you twice just now. When you first came here, you wouldn’t even let me high-five you. You didn’t even shake my hand when the vault hunters introduced us. You couldn’t bear to let anyone touch you because you thought they’d hurt you. You are better. I see it, even if you don’t. I’m proud of how far you’ve come,” he said.

Tim wiped at his eyes. “I can’t decide if you sound like a dad or a therapist. I’ve never had either in my life, so I need a little more time to sort that one out.”

Rhys laughed a little. “I’m being serious, Timothy. Stop pushing yourself so hard. We can find other ways when it gets to be too much. But you have to let me help you. I want to help you. You’re my friend. You’re also my employee, and I owe you a thanks for all your hard work. So pick any reward you want and it’s yours.”

Tim glanced at the unfinished whiskey. But then he looked back to Rhys.

“Can we get pizza and watch a movie tonight? That’s all I want,” he said.

Rhys took out his ECHO and connected the feed to his secretary. “Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.”

“I said tonight!” Tim said.

“You wanted to get lunch though, right? Let’s go have lunch and then take a walk around the city,” Rhys said. “I need the exercise and you need the air. Then pizza and movie it is.”

“Thank you, Rhys,” Tim said quietly. “I’m still debating on the whole dad or therapist thing, but you’re definitely my friend. Probably the best one I’ve ever had.”

“I’m...not entirely sure there was much competition,” Rhys said.

Tim grinned, just a little. “What, you don’t think my Elpis companions were tough to beat for that spot?”

“Not at all. Still, I’m glad to hear it,” Rhys said, getting up and holding a hand out to Tim.

Tim grabbed it and allowed Rhys to haul him to his feet. They left the whiskey on the desk, both knowing Zer0 would take care of it because he didn’t like to see Tim binge drink.

Rhys put a hand on Tim’s shoulder as they left the office. Tim didn’t even tease him or shrug him off; he found himself relieved at the contact, to be honest.

He was still struggling with adjusting after what he’d been through. But Rhys was always patient, and he meant it when he said Rhys was the best friend he’d ever had. He couldn’t be more grateful to have Rhys by his side, especially on his dark days.

#borderlands #timothy lawrence #borderlands rhys #rhys strongfork #borderlands fic #My writing

[twentysixdegrees]

maaaaan, this girl is non-stop!

*pushes my index fingers together* i wrote all the starters i owe, though i have replies that i still owe (i didn’t forget)! i’ll get to those either later today after i meet some deadlines or tomorrow!! that being said, welcome to the new members of werelit, and i still have a lot of brain babies and random ass ideas...so uh, if you want to do something you can take a look down below!

if we’re mutuals, if you find this in the tags and it piques your interest, or we already got something going on but something in this catches your eye....like, call dibs, message me first, or breathe in my general direction--anything works!

tumblr im is the best way to reach me! pls don’t leave me hanging!!! (also please excuse the typos that are sure to pop up, i’m running out of steam omg)

random ideas

some kind of superhero au: im gonna be real i typed all the shit under this and lost my steam BUT i saw black panther the other day and was endlessly inspired. obviously it doesn’t have to be in that setting but maybe in the mcu with more poc heroes? 

mythology/percy jackson-esque au: i loved the percy jackson books! camp half blood or not, we could have them living in the outside world trying to integrate successfully, or recognizing each other as half-bloods and being all !!!.  ANYTHING!

existing muses that i have that i would love to make a plot for!

hacker (affiliated with some sort of underground organization): some typa mob au, park kyungri fc though it’s flexible! she was part of a closed rp at some point and i loved her even after i left the rp so i kept her bio close...intellectually gifted as a youth, while en route to a job in cyber security, in uni an event forced her to change careers drastically. w/ technology and her own set of learned skills, she’s off the grid, new identity, and working for the enemy of her enemy (so they’re now her friend). if you’re interested, lmk!!! i’ll give you her full bio or summarize it for you!

clairaudient psychic: kim taehyung fc, though it’s flexible! a psychic who has particularly clear hearing, aka he is especially sensitive to voices from beyond the grave. he usually uses his gift to help souls pass on by reaching out to relatives or vice versa, his brother’s death was a heightening event that only made him more sensitive. he has some spirit guides that *spoiler* guide him and assist him in distinguishing lost souls from malicious ones. makes a living as a psychic with a dedicated client base, though he does get the rando skeptic every now and then (that usually ends up leaving a little shaken). has the potential to lean slice of life or supernatural, depending on what kind of character plays opposite him!

nighttime radio dj w/ supernatural elements: more of a brain child than anything, i don’t have a fc for him yet! but kind of inspired by that whole ‘welcome to nightvale’-ish vibe? i’ll admit i never fully got into the podcasts, but i like the idea of them being completely human but unknowingly or uncaringly kind of blending into other dimensions because of a mix of location (perhaps near a bridge in the city that they’re in, since bridges have been known to have connotations of ‘leading to other realms’) and time (probably from 3am to 4am since it’s commonly associated with the ‘witching hour’). maybe their broadcast reaches out further than simply their plane of existence and kind of interferes into other dimensions? idk! it would be interesting and i am so up for discussion/tossing ideas back and forth!

time travelling cyborg: was a jb from got7 fc, but i want to change his fc...he’s from the future, was in a fire so the majority of his left side is enhanced prosthetic ergo cyborg. i have a lot of hcs though i lost his bio but i can tell you many many things about him. basically he’s studying the past in order to better the future (his present), etc etc etc, and for his thesis he gets to time travel back to observe...told not to make too many important relationships etc because butterfly effect but...inevitability!

a polyamorous dynamic: obviously this requires 2 other beautiful writers that kind of know each other (or don’t mind getting to know each other)! but i think it be really interesting to explore a dynamic that so often misrepresented? the r/s isn’t perfect ofc, and there’s still jealousy and misunderstandings involved but the three of them, at the center of it all, make each other better. it’s a balancing act but it’s worth it? so many potential dynamics between the three of them!

muses inspired by fcs/photos (very basic ideas!)

rena from pristin in a modern royal au: a princess. she is a princess. i fell in love on my timeline when i saw this photoset. something to do with this photoset? idk!!! if u have an idea lay it on me!!!

yongguk from bap looking like a snack: i just want to write for a yongguk. that’s all. hit me with any ideas if you want. let’s do it.

nayoung from gugudan in a pirate au: pirates! just PIRATES! there are so many ways to go about this? but all i know is that i want nayoung to be a pirate. whether you want to play a fellow pirate or a crew members or a naval officer captured or or or...there’s a lot of options............

jinyoung (got7) as a kind of kiki’s delivery service au: look how sweet and unassuming he looks! maybe a magical being who moves out of their little community to try and make it in the city...doing odd jobs and trying to make friends!!!

a plot where i can use liu yifei as a fc: yes, i know she is the casting for hua mulan but it doesn’t have to be mulan-esque (unless you’re down with that!)...i see this as a potential historical-esque, wushu inspired, fantastical plot?

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