#currently trying (heavy emphasis on trying) to write a fic

[uptown-lover]

It's funny how your queer awakening stays with you

[improbable-outset]

📂 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝐀/𝐍: So I got bored at work and done this. Some of these head cannons might contradict to the current fics I’ve written but who cares, this is fan FICTION. I did try to add both genitals here… but I’m used to writing fem reader when I write for Miguel so there’s heavy emphasis on AFAB reader.

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

📄 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

I see a lot of people writing him as very attentive and soft when it comes to stuff like aftercare which is totally okay. But I like to put a little bit of angst in my writing and personally, I think these tender moments won't come naturally from him. Not yet.

This man has a lot of baggage and is fully aware of it. He lost his daughter and is living a post-tragedy. It’ll take some time to get used to being emotionally vulnerable with someone again, including giving aftercare.

The first few times you did it together, he’s still clueless about how to take care of things. At most, he'll probably hand you his shirt to keep you warm and give you some wet wipes to clean yourself up. You’re going to have to be patient with him since he is a little rusty and trying to relearn these intimate gestures. If you communicate your needs, he’ll do his best to fulfill them.

Tell him you want to shower together and clean each other off, cuddle with him, tell him to stay with you because he makes you feel safe. Sooner than you might expect, he'll be all over you when it comes to you and being attentive to your needs and desires.

📄 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Miguel really loves his arms and how big they are. Pretty sure I can recall him carrying an anomaly with one hand before dashing it through the portal. I could be wrong… Of course he’ll take advantage of his strength and that means picking your up with ease whether it’s over his shoulders to spank you, or bridal style to bed if he’s feeling extra romantic.

I see him as a thigh guy when it comes to his partner. He just loves feeling your thighs, whether he’s kissing you passionately with you laid beneath him, or would grasp onto them while going down on you and feeling how your legs tense around him as you fall apart.

If you’re a woman, he will delve into your breasts the second you take your top off for him. Whether you're small or heavy chested, he’ll adore it all the same. Especially when you’re lactating…especially when you’re lactating. Be prepared for him to gently suck on them, maybe even leave some bite marks.

📄 𝐂𝐮𝐦.𝐝𝐨𝐜

A man with his size, he comes a lot, and that's just from one orgasm. That being said, you can imagine how intense it can be when you suck him off and he comes inside of your mouth. It can get messy, very messy, and he can fill your mouth faster than you can anticipate so be prepared.

He likes to watch his cum leaking from your hole after stuffing you with his load. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that he’s capable of doing that to you. He’ll even give you kisses and praise you for taking all of him so well in the end.

On occasion, he does like to spray his cum over your chest and stomach. Though he’d prefer to do it inside so it’s less of a mess to clean up after.

Also might I add, I saw someone had a head cannon that his cum comes out as cobwebs/has a cobweb texture. That might spark some inspiration for future fics… we’ll see.

📄 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

I don’t know what it is, but I have a feeling he’d probably jerk off to you pre-relationship. He didn’t know at the time what made you so enticing that he pleasured himself while thinking of you. Maybe it was the way you moved, the way you carried yourself and how smooth you were with everything.

It makes him feel absolutely filthy even thinking back to it, that he allowed himself to think of you in that way. But after a while, he just couldn’t get his mind off of you and reluctantly, he found himself doing it again.

He’s never admitted it to you though and would probably take it to his grave. He doesn’t want to creep you out or think of him as a perv, even after doing it with you several times.

He secretly wants you to use a butt plug on him too or call him a good boy but his pride will never let him admit to it.

📄 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Given the fact that Miguel is canonically a cheater, I think it’s safe to say that he has had his fair share of experiences lmao.

I haven’t read the comics but I can see him as the type to fuck around in his late teen years since he was a little rebellious according to the wiki page and supposedly cocky in bed too.

Most of them were probably nothing serious anyways.

If you have no experience and he’s your first, he’ll be as slow and gentle as he can, constantly reassuring you that you’re doing well ect.

📄 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Missionary: The classic I’d call it. I think it is obvious that this is one of his favourite positions to do with you: he can see your face and most importantly eye contact. It’s easier to feel your body too, gripping onto your waist and maybe steal a quick kiss in between before he continues to fuck you senseless.

Mating press: Same reasons as doing missionary but he can push himself deeper inside of you with your legs resting on his shoulders with better leverage. He likes to see your legs go limp on his shoulders after he comes inside of you and pulls out.

Doggy style: He loves giving you back shots. What more is there to say? He loves the feeling of your ass against his crotch and he has easier access to your hair to tug from time to time.

Prone bone: Same as doggy style in addition to seeing you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. It’s more comfortable laying down on the bed on both of your parts too.

Lotus: On occasions when the mood is more sensual and romantic than usual and he wants to feel more connected with you, he’d stick to the lotus position. He might just want to do it after a rough day, and feeling your embrace without being on top of you will definitely lift his mood.

📄 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

You’re probably going to have to initiate anything remotely unserious during sex if I’m going to be honest. Just like the intimate gestures, it won’t come naturally to him.

Not saying that this man is stone cold, we’ve all seen how he smiled with his daughter and how she was smearing her ice cream on his face in the movie. I think he does have a funny bone deep in his body somewhere under the stoic demeanour. It’ll only take the right person to bring it out. And bear in mind, he doesn’t trust openly.

Maybe chuckling softly before he dips himself to kiss your neck and hearing you whine for more. He might throw a lighthearted witty remark to throw you off. Your reaction amuses him. A lot. Shock, what has he done to you? Definitely see him as a tease but we’ll get to that in a bit.

📄 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜

He chooses to keep himself trimmed but with his heroic duties and leading the Spider Society, it’s hard to keep up with his shaving routine

Though, you did mention how you liked his hair brush against your ass when he’s fucking you from behind, so there’s that…

📄 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Something that will take time as mentioned earlier. After the loss of his daughter and monitoring the multiverse, he’s had a hard time emotionally connecting with people. Most of the time it’s cause of him shutting everyone out.

Once his emotional barriers have cleared with you, he’ll become more open with his affection especially in bed. He’ll praise you and mumble a few ‘te amo mucho’ while kissing you everywhere and learning every crevice of your body.

📄 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Not as often now that he has you other than watching tapes of you. We’ll get to that in a bit.

But even before you got together, he never had the time to pleasure himself.

Whenever he does come around to do it, it’ll be from the stress and pressure he faces everyday. But he hates the mess he’ll have to clean up after, and there is a lot of mess.

📄 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Breeding kink: I think the majority of Miguel fans agree that he has a breeding kink. Whether you can carry a child or not, he will stuff you as he climaxes. If you do get knocked up and you start to show, he’ll be all over you, reliving the moment of the baby’s conception again and again while kissing all over your swollen stomach. Yes, he misses his fatherhood days and wants to try again with you.

Lactation kink: Just as we discussed earlier, he loves seeing you lactate. It’s one of the things he admires about how your body changes as you carry and grow his child. Catch him suckling on your breast midway as he kisses all over your body.

Bondage (with his webbing): It comes to no surprise that Miguel will use his enhanced abilities and powers to his advantage in bed. That being said, he will use his webbing to limit your ability to move. He might start off with webbing your hands together or maybe tying both wrists to the bedpost, depending on where you do it. It’s amusing to him watching you squirm from his touches while being tied up.

Sensory deprivation: According to cannon, he has enhanced vision and can see in complete darkness, since he doesn’t have Spider Senses, and he will be using that in bed with you. Maybe when you least expect it. He likes fucking you in the dark and watching your reaction while you, on the other hand, lay still in anticipation and react to his different touches. This also might awaken his interest in fear play with you but he won’t discuss that with you unless you're 100% comfortable.

📄 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Your shared bedroom is his safe place where he can let loose and lose himself in his desires with you.

He likes doing it in the kitchen. He doesn’t know why it excites him, but seeing you in the middle of either cleaning or cooking and watching how your hips sway with each movement, he can’t help but grab your waist and pull you closer so you can feel his hard on from behind.

On occasions when it is just the two of you in HQ, he’ll probably sneak in a quick fuck with you before a anyone comes in after their mission task and report to him, and he’ll act like nothing just happened between the two of you.

📄 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜

One of Miguel’s main motivations is watching you play with Mayday or just handling babies in general. It instantly kicks the breeding kink and baby fever on overdrive and he will take you to bed the minute you arrive home.

Another motivation, as mentioned earlier, is watching the way your body sways gracefully as you complete your domestic tasks. It’s even more enticing when you’re completely oblivious to how sensual you are in his eyes. You’ll be the death of him and you don’t even know it.

📄 𝐍𝐎.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Being called ‘master’ in bed. Though he does like being in control and taking the lead, being called that, especially by his romantic partner, is uncomfortable for him. Having said that, he wouldn’t mind being called ‘sir’ from time to time, especially if you were to use that sultry voice on him. It makes him weak in the knees everytime.

Collars and leashes are a big no too, it hurts his pride being used on him, and seeing it on his partner is…unsettling.

He refrains from using his venom on you too. It was you who initiated the idea but he refused. Physically, the furthest he’ll go is tying you up.

He tries to avoid shower sex, but if you coax him and rile him up enough, he might give in. Just try not to over do it otherwise he’ll stop doing it all together.

📄 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Miguel is fully aware how big he is so he wouldn’t expect his you to suck him off if you can’t handle it. But when you do, he’ll be driven up the walls. He loves watching his cock disappear inch by inch and fully engulfed into your pretty mouth.

He watches how your perky lips wrap around his length before you start moving. He’d have to hold back, using every fibre in effort to not grab your hair and start fucking your throat straight. The last thing he wants is for you to gag or chock midway.

He loves giving it to you though. He can’t get enough of how your legs enclose around him as he delves into your sex. He finds it amusing how you would buck your hips up for more friction especially when you whine for more, only for him to grip your sides and hold you down.

📄 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Depending on the mood. He’ll be slow and sensual if you want to take your time especially after a long, rough day at HQ and all he wants to do is unwind and make love with you and just pour all of his affection and appreciation in one night.

If you’ve teased him, giving him hints and the ‘fuck me’ eyes throughout the whole day, be prepared because he will not hold back. Since he does have a high stamina, not just in combat but in bed, he’ll rut for hours— and in different positions too.

I mean, you brought this upon yourself so you have to deal with the consequences. Should’ve seen it coming querida, hm?

Sometimes there’s room for both if you have more time together.

📄 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Definitely would want quick fucks in the morning before he starts his day, especially knowing that the fate of the whole multiverse is dependent on him as he always says to you.

He will be away from you the whole day and expect to be under a lot of pressure and withhold that responsibility, so a quick release inside of you will boost his morning before he has to get out of bed.

📄 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤.𝐝𝐨𝐜

He’s usually pretty sensible when it comes to having sex in a private space like your bedroom but for some reason, being with you awoken something in him. Maybe it was the way you were a tease.

He never thought he’d be fucking you in the middle of the day while on duty. He reluctantly let you suck him off while he was overseeing the multiverse once. He was stressing out and you insisted on assisting him relief some of that pent up frustration.

📄 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.𝐝𝐨𝐜

I don’t think I need to go into full detail here. We all know this man has superhuman stamina. His body releases less fatigue toxins than an ordinary human so he will use that in bed with you.

If you don’t have the same level of energy as him, he wouldn’t mind either taking a break or stopping all together. He’s aware that his high stamina is because of his DNA that not everyone can keep up with.

📄 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Other than the butt plug I mentioned earlier, Miguel doesn’t seem to see the use in toys. He’d rather do the work with his hands and his dick. Furthermore, he can always use his powers and enhanced abilities in bed too.

He does use a vibrator with you from time to time just to edge you a little.

📄 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜

In time, when Miguel gets in the swing of things he will tease you, especially knowing how bad you want him (and vice versa). Whether it’s hearing you beg him to touch you or to reach your orgasm, Miguel will tease you when he’s in the right mood for it (or when you’re being punished).

Orgasm denial will happen often so don’t think he’ll let you come that easily. He secretly wants you to do the same to him too but, again, his pride will never let him admit to it. Give it time. Trust me.

It’s been a while since he had a connection like this with anyone and having someone want him this much will do things to him.

If he is planning on getting you knocked up, all the teasing goes out the window. He will please you all he can and prepare you before he spills his seeds in you, in hopes of you getting pregnant.

📄 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

I can’t imagine him being the type to be loud in bed but I can definitely see him being vocal, especially when it comes to praising you or coaxing you to come. Sometimes you just can’t control your mouth in the spur of the moment.

He might groan and grunt from time to time when he’s focusing on reaching his climax or when he’s trying to hold back.

And those who want to hear him whimper….maybe try and top him and see how that’ll end up.

📄 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Been waiting to get to this! He gets off watching holograms sex tapes of you either pleasing yourself or squirting/ejaculating.

He’s able to watch from every angle and will rewatch it again and again until he’s finally alone with you and can see you come in person from his touches.

📄 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

We’ve all seen the fandom talking about Miguel fingers being 11 inches. Someone said that his hand is bigger than an A4 piece of paper (Don’t take my word for it lmao)

So it’ll only make sense if he’s dick is big too, same size as his fingers I’d say, maybe an inch or two smaller, because holy fuck he’d split you in half with just his dick!

Pretty girthy too so he’ll rub on every crevice of your silky walls, giving the best friction.

📄 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐝𝐨𝐜

It makes sense that Miguel has a high sex drive especially with his pent up stress. He would take it out on you in bed after a long day and grin as you beg for more.

He wouldn’t initiate anything for a while until he’s properly settled with you and once he’s comfortable enough, he’ll pull you towards him in the most unexpected moments.

📄 𝐙𝐳𝐳.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Miguel’s suffering from insomnia is one of my head cannons, so don’t expect him to drift off immediately after sex anytime soon. He battles haunting nightmares of the multiverse collapsing one day and sometimes his brain replays the image of his daughter fading away in his arms over and over again.

But eventually they do begin to relent. Listening to your steady breathing as you sleep, nestling in his arms or on his chest really helps calm his nerves.

Cum.doc please 😭

[elexuscal]

Welcome to the Murderbot Diaries Fandom!

Hello, hello! Our favorite anxious half robot, half-human security construct has made it to streaming, introducing it to a whole new audience! While that leaves the temptation to put on our helmets and hide in the corner, I'm putting my best foot forward to mimic Dr. Mensah and welcome you all to our hab!

My intention with this post is to give a little bit of a guide to newcomers to get them situated, and generally just say hi.

What's Murderbot?

Murderbot is the titular character of The Murderbot Diaries, a book series by Martha Wells. Book 1, All Systems Red, is currently being adapted by a new streaming series on Apple TV. The (two) series follow a rogue ‘SecurityUnit’ as it befriends humans and robots alike, steals its freedom, and does what it can against the hyper-capitalist companies that rule much of the galaxy.

Spoilers Abound!

As far as we can tell, the (presumed first) season of the Murderbot show will cover only book 1 of what is currently a six-book series (with two additional short stories, and two more entries planned).

As such, there will be spoilers lurking in the tags! This includes future events, reveals, and characters.

If you're new and don't want to be spoiled, stick to the tags #Murderbot Show and #Murderbot TV. It's also a courtesy of fans of the book series to keep TV show discussion in that tag as opposed to the book tags #Murderbot Diaries and #TMBD. (Though I'm going to be honest, there's like a bazillion tags at this point so this might be a losing battle. Oh well, we try!)

Sharing Spaces

The fundamental themes are Murderbot are about the power of kindness and compassion, and the importance of respecting those different from you. Those are ideals I hope we can continue to foster as our little fandom grows.

What does that mean?

Primarily, it means recognizing that there are going to be different perspectives, and that's okay! Some people are really excited by an adaptation of the books they love; some are skeptical. Plus, of course a whole bunch of folks who have only just been introduced to MB via TV! All are valid! Let's not be rude to those who disagree with our own perspective.

It also means respecting different interpretations of the character and stories. We don't know how much the story of books and show are going to diverge; certainly, even faithful adaptations need to make changes to take advantage of a new medium. And indeed, even when you're reading the same text, people can come away with very different perspectives. We need to make room for all those perspectives to hang out together.

Identity and Representation

The Murderbot of the books is nonbinary, using it/its pronouns. There’s heavy emphasis in the text that Murderbot is wholly uninterested in both sex and romance, and it is therefore very commonly interpreted as asexual and aromantic, not to mention touch-averse and neurodivergent. As such, you'll find many folks from these communities within the fandom. Please try to be kind and respectful of these groups!

As always, the fandom principles of 'Ship and Let Ship' and 'Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That's Okay)' applies. That said, it's a two way street, and there are ways to approach shipping that recognises why many other fans won't share your interests. Write shippy fic, draw shippy art, just tag appropriately and be respectful of ace and aro-spec identities as you do.

Respecting representation also extends to visual depictions of the characters! With a new show out, it of course follows that many people will be making fanart reflecting its cast! However, the books themselves are often very scant on physical descriptions, reflecting Murderbot's often laconic style. This leaves a bit of a blank canvas for fanart. While we're definitely going to be seeing a lot of fanart representing Skarsgard's Murderbot (as well as the rest of the show's cast), you’re also going to be seeing pieces  taking inspiration from other places, such the official book cover art by Tommy Arnold,  the voice actor of the audiobooks, Kevin R. Free, and artists’ own imagination! This means other interpretations of the characters in terms of racial background, build, and gender presentation. That's awesome! Let's keep enthusiasm for all ways of depicting this awesome universe going!

Fandom Is Fun

Above all, fandom is a place of joy, connection, and creativity. Be kind to others; block those who are bringing you down; share and emphasize the things you love!

If this is your first time finding Murderbot; welcome! I think you've got a real treat ahead of you. I'm glad you're here. 👋

[thelov3lybookworm]

Can I request a cardan x reader fic? Anything you want to write! Just gimmi my baby there isnt much of him on this app.🥺

Weeping heart

Summary: Y/n has seen cardan go through lovers like they're wrappers of chocolates. One in his hand before the previous is even in the dustbin.

Now he has found Jude, and she does not know what to do.

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A/n: anon thank you so much for this request! i love you so much for this. It was such a good writing exercise honestly. This is mainly pining, maybe angst.

Also, this marks the beginning of me writing for characters outside of the acotar universe, so I'm very excited

also I didnt tag anyone because the general taglist i have was for acotar.

(i might be down to write a part 2 👀)

(not proofread)

Enjoy!

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She bit her lip as she stared up at her best friend, trying to contain the smile that threatened to overtake her features.

"Let me see that smile, beautiful." He grinned lazily at her, his dark eyes twinkling under the rays of sunlight that penetrated the thick canopy of leaves above their head. They were currently seated under a weeping willow, hidden away from the whole world outside. Where only the two of them existed, and nothing else mattered.

The place was special to Y/n and Cardan. This was where the two of them would meet all the time, just the two of them, away from their friends and family. In here, they didn't have to pretend, didn't have to act like everything was okay. They could be themselves, and not care about getting hurt.

He leaned closer to her, searching her eyes, his eyes and features softer than Y/n had ever seen before.

"Shut up." She mumbled, but that action had her lips splitting into that smile she was trying so hard to supress.

His grin widened. "There we go."

His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb absently brushing her lower lip, his gaze following it with a hungry look. Then his eyes lifted to hers, a question in them.

She dipped her chin almost imperceptibly.

That was enough for him, and he leaned forward, his lips getting closer and closer to hers.

She let her eyes fall shut.

But the kiss never came.

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She opened her eyes, wondering why he hadn't yet kissed her, and found herself staring at the ceiling of her room.

She blinked blearily, wondering what the hell happened, and then she realised.

It had been a dream.

She closed her eyes again, heaving a sigh as she willed herself to go back to sleep, back to that dream, hoping he'd kiss her before she woke up again.

Of course, that was very nearly impossible.

Because someone decided in that moment that it would be a good idea to knock on her door.

She was certain she knew who it was.

Still she called out, demanding the identity of the knocker.

The answer was immediate. Cardan.

She groaned lowly, dragging her hands down her face.

He didn't wait for her to let him in. The permission wasn't ever needed between the two. That hadn't changed. Yet.

The next moment, he had barged in through the doors, a grin on his stupid face.

She sat up, trying to look anywhere but his face. Heavy emphasis on trying.

"Y/n, guess what happened."

"I am not in the mood, Cardan."

She winced internally. She was being cruel. He had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault he didn't know of her feelings. She had no right to be rude to him, especially when he was so excited about something.

He wasn't bothered by her lack of enthusiasm. He simply plopped down on her bed as she climbed out of it, getting ready for the day as he launched into a story of how after last night's revel, Jude had told him to wait in their bedchambers while she walked into the closet, her skirts swishing around her legs.

How she had retuned without it.

Y/n tried not to pay attention to the details, but she couldn't help it. She had never been able to ignore what Cardan said, never been able to let anything he said go unheard. He had spent nearly all his years being unheard because no one considered him worthy of their time.

She had long ago decided that she was not going to be one of those people.

She heard everything, and her torturous brain created all the images Cardan's words conjured. Her traitor of a heart clenched, but she ignored it.

"That's great Cardan." She said when he finished speaking, and when she looked at him, he was practically glowing with happiness.

Y/n felt guilty for being jealous of the mortal who had everything Y/n ever wanted, but she couldn't bring herself to care when her heart was breaking into pieces everyday.

"It feels like I've waited for this an eternity. Never thought I would get to have Jude in my arms."

She gave him a smile. "I need to meet up with some generals this morning. I need to leave."

He nodded happily, straightening from where he'd been lying on her bed. She watched him walk out of her room, a knot forming in her throat, her resolve hardening.

She needed... she knew what she needed.

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Jude had her eyebrow raised, and it concerned Y/n how a mere mortal's judgement could make her nervous.

"Tell me again why you want to go on this mission?"

Y/n reigned in a frustrated sigh. "There is no real reason. I just wish to explore the Elfhame more."

The look Jude gave her told her she saw right through the act. But she didn't push the mater.

"There has been rumours of a rebellion on the other side of Elfhame. If you really want to go on this mission, then you need to know that this is an incredibly long and dangerous mission. You'll not only have to investigate the place, but also squash any hint of rebellion you find."

Y/n gave Jude a smile. "Sounds amazing."

"Sure it does." Jude's eyes narrowed as she continued. "If you need more time away to, as you say, to explore, then after you finish this quest, have a tour around Elfhame and meet up with people who have associated with Madoc before. Make sure they are not plotting something behind our backs."

Y/n dipped her chin in a nod. "When can I leave?"

"Before the week ends."

"So does that mean I can leave right now too?"

If possible, Jude's eyes narrowed further and she stood. At that moment, the door behind Y/n opened, and she stiffened as the smell of his perfume reached her.

"Y/n! I thought you were in the meeting with the generals. What are you doing here?"

Y/n smiled stiffly, turning to look at Cardan.

"I had something important to discuss with Jude." She gestured with her hand.

Cardan nodded, as if that was the most understandable thing in the world.

"What were you talking about?"

"Nothing-"

"She is leaving on a long mission-"

Jude and Y/n spoke up at the same time, and Y/n had to resist the urge to smack her forehead.

Cardan's head swung towards Y/n, and he stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.

Y/n turned to Jude, letting some of the fury at her secret being revealed show in her eyes. And then she smiled tightly. "Could you send that list of people and areas where the rebellion is rumoured to be to my room? I need to begin packing."

Jude's eyebrows were high, but she nodded. Y/n bowed, then turned on her heel and strode away, ignoring Cardan and the way he was trying to gain her attention.

As she left the room, she heard him following and calling for her, but she ignored that too.

Just the way she had always ignored her weeping heart, the one that beat solely for Cardan.

The one that was broken beyond repair now.

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[demaparbat-hp]

Hi Dema!! Your art is fantastic and even the lineart is awesome! Solid and confident in where it's thick and where thin. I really like how your style has characters look more realistic and they have specific consistent features. Your blog has a pleasant atmosphere, and you're skilled in weaving AUs! There's a lot of details and structure, and I'd like to ask if any of them have a full story arc? Could you do a list of all of the AUs? Is there a motif that you especially like that repeats in any of the AUs? And whenever you add comments to my stuff in the tags I literally smile, it makes me want to keep at my plan to create everything I have in mind. So I'd like to spread this joy! I hope you have a nice day! (from late-draft ^^)

Hello, Late-Draft! I wasn't expecting this ask at all but I'm so glad to have received it!

First of all—I'll try to hold myself back from giggling like a schoolgirl. I'm having a sempai noticed me moment over here and that's just embarrassing. So give me a second to compose myself, if that's alright?

Okay, I'm back.

Now, on to business.

Character design, especially when it comes to facial features and how they're unique to each person, has always been a passion of mine. I always try to have a solid design for each character. I choose which features feel like the character in question, which face feels natural to draw, and go along with it. I love drawing Katara as much as I love drawing Zuko. Meanwhile, I seem to be on a never-ending battle against Sokka's features. Woes of an artist, I suppose.

Character design is actually one of the reasons I love your work so much, in case you hadn't noticed. I'm currently experimenting a bit with a different style... Hopefully it won't be long before the artwork is done and I can share it over here. I'm so excited for everyone to see it!

Now it's time for the reason we're all here.

I have said it before and shall say it once more: AUs are my lifeblood.

I love them so much! Building them, daydreaming the scenes, thinking of the characters and how they differ from their canon versions. The arcs and the themes and the worldbuilding. Building AUs is my passion, and I have so many of them!

There are a lot of motifs and themes that tend to repeat themselves in several of my AUs, I believe.

You'll notice that most of my stories are Zuko-centric, with a heavy emphasis on grief and humanity. There's the question of what makes us human and how to move forward when the whole world seems to push you back. I put a lot of stock in metaphors and symbolism within the narrative itself. I'm especially interested in the nuance of war and how it affects people emotionally, physically, and psychologically

I also tend to reutilize some elements of the lore and/or worldbuilding! Such as the Painted Lady's backstory, or the existence of War Children within the ATLA universe.

Now, the list!

I think I'll start with my current project, if that's okay :)

For the Spirits (New Gods AU)

Zuko was a child when he met Agni. Then, the spirits started coming to him. Eyes hidden in the hallways, voices pleading for help, for recognition, for remembrance.

Zuko could see Agni. He could see the broken remains of a Great Spirit and the empty smiles of amnesiac ghosts.

And they could see him in return.

I've been working on this AU for a long time, but only now did I get the chance to start writing the fic (linked up there!). I'm extremely excited about FTS and where the story will lead us in the future, but I'll try not to spoil too much.

It's a Zuko-centric story, with a heavy emphasis on Spirits and humanity. I'd like to add a warning for depression/mental health issues.

To Hesitate (Lee & Kya AU)

As she watches Lee and Kya avoid each other's eyes from across the room, the phrase comes back to her, swift and silent:

"To hesitate is to lose."

.

As Song treats the victim of an unfortunate interaction with a rare poisonous flower, her day takes an unexpected turn when it becomes apparent that the old man's nephew and her assistant have history.

A vivid history.

The Lee & Kya AU is a vibe, a feeling. It's probably one of my oldest AUs out there as well as one of my dearest.

A classical Lee and Kya From The Tea Shop AU, full with wholesome fandom tropes such as: fake (but not really) dating, fake identities, Ba Sing Se shenanigans, vigilante stuff, White Lotus missions, Iroh is a great Uncle, Zuko is an awkward turtleduck, and, of course, the fluffiest fluff you'll ever see.

Other than that, Lee & Kya is probably one of the less plot-focused AUs I have. However, that doesn't mean that there aren't scenes I can't wait to write or a canon divergence or two where Zuko is concerned.

(I have another fic posted but I'll leave that one to the end. You asked for a full story arc and, oh boy, does Soundless deliver.)

Kintsugi AU

Closer to being canon-adjacent than canon-divergent, Kintsugi is yet another Zuko-centric AU (and are we not noticing a pattern over here?).

I'd love to explain it in depth, but I believe the caption of the artwork linked above does a better job at explaining than I ever will.

Kintsugi is the art of decorating your scars with pieces of Agni.

In the Fire Nation, the amount of golden marks are a sign of status. Only the Royal Family can afford to seal every single wound with Kintsugi. Such is the weight of this tradition that, among the ones with Agni's blood, it is the highest mark of dishonor to have a natural scar, for it proves you aren't worthy of the privilege.

After the Agni Kai, Ozai forbid Zuko's scar to be sealed with Kintsugi. The boy wasn't worth his title, his traditions or his pride. Zuko would be broken, but he wouldn't be beautiful. Not anymore.

(And sometimes it's easier to pretend he never was)

Kyoshi Warriors AU

One of my absolute favorites!

In this AU, Ursa took Zuko and Azula with her when she was banished, so they could start anew. With help from Iroh and the White Lotus, she managed to relocate her freshly burned eight-year-old child and her crying daughter to Kyoshi Island.

Years later, when Avatar Aang and his companions first arrive at Kyoshi Island, they're met by the Kyoshi Warriors and their leader, Noriko of pale skin and warm brown eyes.

The Gaang leave Kyoshi Island many weeks later with a new companion. And if Jian Li, with his war paint and his scar and his dual dao, gives the island that he has called home for so long one final, longing glance as they fly away on Appa, they pretend not to notice.

Hunters AU

We're starting to dwelve deep into dangerous waters!

This is a Katara Joins Zuko In His Quest To Find The Avatar AU, with a twist!

This AU was born as a writing experiment. What if we take Katara's character, and change one of her core characteristics? Katara, who looked up to the Avatar as a saviour figure, now blames him for leaving and allowing the Fire Nation to wage war on the world.

Then comes Zuko, a banished Prince with a crew full of traitors and his own agenda. Zuko wishes for nothing more than to dethrone his father and end the war. He is a White Lotus member, an honorable, driven young man, and he has a plan.

The catch? He needs to take the Avatar to his father if he wishes to regain his title and be able to rightfully take the throne. Oh, and he will deliver the Avatar to the Fire Lord—but nobody said it had to be in chains.

Halfblood AU

I watched Blue Eye Samurai a few months ago and it destroyed me. The idea of a half-blooded child dead set on getting revenge for their very existence stuck with me, and this AU was born.

Kanna made a life for herself in the Earth Kingdom after leaving the North. Katara was raised by her grandmother in a small village, being taught to hide her bending if she wanted to live peacefully in a place she was only half of. Her mother had died in childbirth. Her father, a nameless warrior from the Southern Water Tribe who had loved Kya and left her behind, didn't know of Katara's existence.

Katara took over Kanna's clinic after she passed away. Always taking care of others. Always suppressing her need to bend. Always wishing for more.

One day, he arrived. A half-child, just like her. But while she was of Water, he was a son of Agni. He was searching for the man who brought him to this world. The man who scarred him. The man whose face he couldn't recall, whose name he did not know. The man whose specter had chased his mother to her grave. The man who would die at his hand.

The answers were hidden in a small teashop deep within Ba Sing Se. Lee offered her a way out, and Katara took it.

Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe)

Katara of the Southern Water Tribe has hands scarred by fire and great talent, though no teacher.

Zuko is a mute War Child, a herbalist and healer, and the Blue Spirit. He bears the mark of fire, and the scar of the blade that took away his voice.

The first time they met, the Blue Spirit had just saved her, tough not before her hands got burned. The second time they met, his name was Lee, and he was healing her.

They live in war and they will fight, if not for the world, then for themselves.

You asked for a full storyline, and I shall deliver!

Soundless is probably the only AU I have fully planned. Three-books, Azula redemption arc, role-reversals and all.

This AU has everything. From travelling through the Earth Kingdom together, to odd character team-ups that somehow manage to work, and a major goal/conflict to resolve.

Zuko and Katara must find their way to Omashu in an Earth Kingdom ravaged by war as they also grow to understand each other, themselves, and the world around them. They meet with new and old alliances, keep their ears open for rumors of the Avatar (They say he is an airbender, Lee. Do you truly belive that?), and do their best to always be two steps ahead of their pasts.

Meanwhile, both the Northern and Southern Water Tribes are searching for the runaway heiress, Aang must find his way alone on this new, hostile world, and Azula must face the revelation that, despite what her father has stated for the last two years (liar, he lied at her! Her! He lied he liedliedliedlied), her brother might just be alive.

I'm sorry for making this such a long answer! I just get very excited about these subjects and don't know when to stop. If you made it all the way down here: thank you again.

I hope you have a good day ❤️

[be-my-sunrise]

The Masked Man || p.js

pairings: jason role-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minor pls dni

wc: 3,551

warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, use of pet names and derogatory terms, reader had a dream about having sex with jisung. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: this fic is a part of 1-800-SLASHER collab by @jenoslutie !! i apologize for being late, i was supposed to post this on halloween but it took me longer than i thought. also, i really tried writing the "scary" part but turns out i suck at it and i feel like the ending is ASS omg😭 happy late halloween!<3 enjoy~

“Hold up.. Phone sex with who now?”

“With Ghostface! The other day, I got so bored and came across this website called 1-800-SLASHERS. So, these people role-play as slashers, like Michael Myers and Ghostface, and we can have phone sex with them!”

You furrow your brows in confusion upon hearing your best friend, Giselle's, story. Staring at her face in disbelief through the video call on your laptop.

“And you paid them for that?”

“Well, duhh, obviously.” Giselle rolls her eyes at your question. “You should try it, too, you know.”

“No way, it’s so ridiculous! The idea itself is just crazy, like.. why would I want to do that?”

Honestly, you can’t even begin to think why would people want to pay a random person to role-play as a scary character and have phone sex with them. You feel like it’s just a waste of money, and the idea of having phone sex with a complete stranger is just weird to you.

“I’m just saying, don’t judge until you actually try it yourself. Plus, I remember you once said, and I quote, “I would definitely bang Jason Voorhees.” 

Giselle grins widely and wiggles her eyebrows teasingly at you. You groaned, face-palming yourself at the memory. “Oh my God, that was the one time we played ‘fuck, marry, kill'! Technically, I have to choose one of them.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Deflect all you want, girl, but the heavy emphasis on ‘definitely’ says a lot.” 

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“Aww thanks, I try to.”

You glance at the time and realize that it’s getting late, remembering the unfinished assignment that is due tomorrow morning. You quickly bid your goodbyes to Giselle and hang up the call. Thankfully, you were almost done with the assignment when you suddenly received a call from your friend.

The next morning in class, your mind starts to wander from whatever topic the professor is currently talking about, thinking about plans to do during the weekend. It was Friday after all. In fact, it happens to be Friday the 13th, which made you recall the conversation with Giselle last night. You still don't understand the excitement behind it. Not that you're against it though, it's just not exactly a thing that you would do. But, the more you think about it, the more curious you get. 

The day goes by like a blur. After dinner, you sit on the couch, switching between TV channels to find anything to watch. You were about to switch to Netflix, but you stopped when your eyes caught the title of the movie. Friday the 13th. 

"Of course they have this playing right now," you scoff. 

Not knowing what else to watch, you decide to watch the movie anyway. Even though your eyes are glued to the screen, your mind wanders elsewhere. "What was that website again? 1-800-SLASHERS?" You thought to yourself. Despite what you kept saying, you just can't seem to get your mind off of it.

You unlock your phone and open the browser app, quickly typing out the website URL before pressing enter. The first thing you see after the page is loaded is the name 1-800-SLASHERS in big bloody letters. 

Just right below the name of the website, you find a list of the character names along with photos of the role-players in their sexy costumes. Well, it's not exactly costumes because all of them are almost naked while also wearing the scary masks. As you scroll through the list, you finally find the one character you're most interested in. You tap the photo to take a good look at the guy wearing a Jason mask, eyebrows raising when you realize that he's shirtless. 

He's sitting on a chair in a very laid-back position, knees wide apart, and his head slightly tilted to the side. His hands rested on top of his thighs with one hand holding a sharp knife. The photo was taken in dim lighting, but you can still clearly see his toned figure. You zoomed in on his body, eyes trailing down from his broad shoulders to his abs. His gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, giving you a peek of his v-line. When you look further down, your eyes widened in surprise seeing his cock print, almost choking on your spit. You bite down on your bottom lip at the sight, wishing he pulled it out instead of hiding it under his pants.

You quickly make an account and manage the payment settings. When it's all set up, you go back to the list page. A tab pops up when you tap his profile, showing you a call and video call button. You can't believe that you're actually considering this. But, after seeing a visual of the role-player, you can't stop yourself even if you want to. You hesitated a bit, not wanting to show your face.

"Maybe a call would be better for now."

Suddenly feeling nervous, you stare at the phone screen as you wait for the call to connect. Then the ringing stops and you move the phone closer to your mouth, clearing your throat before talking.

"Hello?"

"Hey there." Your breath hitches in your throat hearing a deep voice through the speaker.

"Hi, uhh.. what's up?"

There was a short silence followed by a low chuckle from the guy at the receiving end of the call.

"Oh, I'm doing good. You?"

"Me too."

You let out a nervous laugh, lowkey cringing at yourself. It's not like you haven't done this before, you've had phone sex with your ex-boyfriend a couple of times in your last relationship. But that was almost two years ago, so you can't help but feel weird and nervous.

"What's your name, doll?"

"You can call me y/n."

"Y/N. Such a pretty name for a beautiful girl like you."

"Oh, umm thank you. So.. should we get started?" You ask him, and he chuckles before answering. 

"Yeah, sure. Tell me what you're wearing right now."

"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts."

"Take off your shorts, doll."

You mumbled okay and set your phone down before hooking your thumbs on the waistband, slightly lifting your hips to take off your shorts along with your panties. Even though you're still nervous, you can feel yourself slowly relaxing, thanks to his voice. His deep voice sounds so calming, yet so sexy at the same time. Your mind goes back to the photo you saw before the call, pressing your thighs together at the thought of him. You imagine him sitting on the same chair, one hand around his cock, slowly pumping himself as he talks with you.

"I took off my shorts, and my panties too."

He hums in satisfaction, "Mmm you're such a good girl for me, taking off your panties before I told you to. Now, touch yourself where you want me most."

You move your hand towards your core, collecting the wetness on your fingers before pressing it against your clit. A small moan falls from your lips as you rub circles on the sensitive bud.

"Is my pretty doll touching herself?"

"Yes," you paused. "I wish it was your fingers instead of mine."

"Yeah? Tell me more, doll. What do you want me to do?"

You rub your clit faster, letting out a breathy moan as you put in more pressure. "Wish you were here too, I want to feel your fingers inside me."

He snickers, "Oh, baby, my fingers won't be the only thing you're getting if I'm there with you."

Closing your eyes, you slip two fingers into your core. You moan out loudly from the stretch, imagining it was his cock. 

"Bet you look so pretty around my cock. All fucked out, moaning and begging me to fuck you harder." 

Suddenly you hear a glass shattering, making your eyes fly open in shock. You look around to find the source of the noise, only to realize that it was coming from the TV. You see Jason punching through a small glass window to choke one of the female characters. You bite your lip and start pumping your fingers faster, making you whimper.

"Fuck, I need you so bad. I want you to choke me while you're fucking me senseless."

He lets out a groan in response, tightening the grip around his cock as he strokes faster. His heavy breaths can be heard through the speaker, making your eyes flutter close at the sound of his noises.

"My pretty doll likes it when I choke her, hm?"

"Fuck, yes. I want you to choke me until I pass out."

"My, my.. what a naughty doll you are," he chuckles. 

You feel a familiar knot in your stomach, muscles tense as you're reaching your climax. You put the phone down next to you, using your now free hand to rub circles on your clit, gasping from the added stimulation.

"Shit, I'm so close."

"Me too. Cum for me, doll. I wanna hear your pretty moans."

Your jaw goes slack from the orgasm, moaning loudly as you rock your hips to ride out your high. He mutters profanities under his breath hearing you moan. You can hear him panting, breath hitching in his throat as he also rides out his high.

"Hey, umm thank you for this. I think I'm gonna end the call now." You say, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Yeah, no problem. Hope I can see you next time, doll."

You press the end call button and get up to grab tissues to wipe your hands. After that, you turn off the TV and head to the bathroom to clean yourself.

***

A few days passed after the phone sex and you can't seem to get your mind off him. All you can think about is doing inappropriate things with him. Riding his cock until your legs go numb, leaving claw marks on his chest, and the list goes on. Oh, and his voice. Gosh.. his voice was sexy as fuck. You want him to whisper praises in your ear as he rails you.

You moan into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets. The guy behind you thrusts his hips roughly, burying his cock deep inside you.

"Fuck, feels so good." You say, voice slightly muffled.

"I can't hear you clearly with your face against the pillow, doll."

Your heart beats faster hearing the familiar voice and the pet name he used. He suddenly flips your body so you're lying on your back, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. Your eyes widened in shock seeing the masked man before you. Even though his face is covered with a Jason mask, you still recognize his deep voice.

He leans his body closer, pressing your thighs and chest together in the process. He rests his hand next to your head and wraps the other one around your neck, blocking your airflow. Your eyes flutter close, moaning loudly as he continues to fuck you. 

"Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me, doll. I wanna see your eyes get glazed over."

He mutters good girl under his breath when you open your eyes. Your mouth hangs open as you feel his grip around your throat get tighter with each thrust. He tilts his head to the side and chuckles.

"What's wrong, doll? You want this, don't you? You begged me to choke you while I fuck you dumb." 

Panic starts to fill your chest, but all you can think about is how good his cock is making you feel. You weakly claw at his hand, trying to pry it away and he just laughs at you mockingly. You start to feel dizzy, eyelids getting heavier as your vision darkens from the lack of air.

You suddenly open your eyes and your body jolts up in shock, hand clutching your neck as you gasp for air. You look around frantically only to find yourself in the dark. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you start to calm down realizing that you're inside your bedroom. You had fallen asleep while watching a video on your laptop. It's now dark outside and only the soft glow from the moon is illuminating your room. You get off the bed and carefully walk across the room to turn on the lights, making you squint from the brightness. Then, you go to the bathroom to splash your face with cold water. After you're done, you stare at your reflection in the mirror.

"Wait.. did I just have a wet dream about that Jason role-player?" 

The wetness between your legs confirms your thought, making you blush as the realization hits. You touch your neck remembering the way he choked you in your dream and how good he made you feel. The thought of his cock filling you up nicely makes you press your thighs together. 

You go back to your room and reach for the laptop in your bed, quickly typing the website name in the search bar. You strip your clothes off, leaving your bra and panties on, which thankfully is a matching set. When the page loads, you scroll down to look for the guy who role-plays as Jason. Once you find his profile, you adjust the pillow and your sitting position so now your back is comfortably resting against the headboard. You open the nightstand drawer next to you and reach for the vibrator and a dildo before setting it aside. 

After turning on the webcam and clicking the video call button, you set your laptop down in front of you, making sure your body is seen on the camera. The line suddenly stops ringing and then you see him. He's shirtless, just like in the profile photo, only wearing gray sweatpants with the mask. You didn't even realize that you were staring until he snapped you from your daze.

"Hello? Hey, you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, I was too busy admiring the view."

He let out a small laugh, "I can say the same to you too."

"I'm not sure if you remember, but I called you here the other day. I'm y/n."

"Ah, yes, my pretty doll. Glad I can finally see you."

"You know, I can't get my mind off of you. I even had a dream about you." You bite your lip, debating whether to tell him about the dream you just had or not, but then you decide to just go for it. 

"We were having sex and then you choked me. I couldn't breathe, but all I cared about was how good your cock felt."

"Is that so? Take off your panties, doll. Show me how good I made you feel."

He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your soaked panties, palming himself through the pants while he waits for you to take off your panties. Once you take it off, you spread your legs wide and adjust the webcam so he can get a nice view of your glistening pussy, but can still see your face as well.

"Fuck, baby. Even your pussy looks so pretty."

You start rubbing your clit in small circles, moaning from even the slightest stimulation. You throw your head back as you pick up the pace, the pleasure making you dizzy. His cock twitches in his pants, clearly enjoying the show you're giving him. He pulls out his hardening cock, letting out a breathy moan as he slowly strokes his length. The noises he makes catch your attention. You were so horny you forgot that you're still in a video call. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of his cock. It's even better than you imagined. His cock is long and thick, you can feel your mouth watering.

"I need you so bad," you whimper.

"Yeah? You want me to fill you up nicely with my cock?"

"Fuck, yes please. I want you to stuff me full with your cock."

You grab the vibrator next to you, turning it on before pressing it against your clit. You moan loudly from the sensation, mouth itching to scream out his name. But then you realize you don't know his name.

"Tell me your name, please?"

"Sorry, doll. I can't tell you that."

"Please? I want to scream out your name," you beg. 

"I can't–"

"Tell me your name, please! I'll pay you!" You cry out from frustration. You're so close and you have been holding back, wanting to scream his name as you cum. "Please, I'll Venmo you right now, just tell me your username."

He grew silent for a moment, considering your offer. He feels bad about using you, but he knows you're too horny to think twice before paying him just to know his name and the extra money would be nice. It's actually against the policies, but at this point, he's also too turned on to care.

"Jspark."

Once he says his username, you quickly grab your phone and send him the money. He glances at his phone when he gets the notification, smirking as he sees the amount of money he received.

"Oh my pretty doll, I didn't know you're such a pathetic slut. You're so horny you didn't even think before throwing your money at me just to know my name so you can get off." He laughs at you mockingly before telling you his name, "I'm Jisung. Go ahead and scream my name, doll"

"Jisung!" 

You scream his name as you finally let go, back arching against the bed from the pleasure. You moan loudly as you ride out your high. He pumps his length faster, chest heaving up and down. You reach for the dildo and rub the tip against your slit. 

“I would love to see that in your mouth, doll. Get it all nice and wet for me?”

You close your lips around the tip, grimacing at the taste of your arousal. You lean closer to the camera before pushing the dildo into your mouth. You look straight into the camera as you bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as you suck the toy. Jisung can feel his cock throb in need, wishing it was his cock in your mouth. He imagined you kneeling in front of him, wrapping your pretty lips around his cock as you look up at him innocently through your lashes. The idea of you deep-throating his cock pushes him to the edge. Eyes close while his jaw goes slack. His abdomen tensed as he dumps his load on his stomach. Jisung let out a breathy laugh when he realized that you had turned the vibrator on again, pressing it against your clit while you suck the toy. 

“Look what you do to me, doll. I came once and I’m still hard as fuck.” He says while pumping his cock. You remove the toy from your mouth and suck in deep breaths. The way you look at him innocently with tears in your eyes and swollen lips, Jisung swears he could cum again right then and there.

“I got this all nice and wet for you, Jisung.” 

“Good girl. Now, put that in your pussy and keep the vibrator on your clit.”

Slowly, you push the dildo into your core. A broken moan falls from your lips as the toy stretches you out. The slight discomfort from the stretch feels so delicious that you don't even wait for yourself to adjust.

"Fuck, I wish this was your cock instead." You flick your wrist faster, the angle making you brush against your sweet spot. 

"Poor baby, is it not big enough for you? You still need my cock to stretch you out, hm?"

Overwhelmed by the double stimulation, you can only babble nonsense in response. Your thighs tremble from the pleasure as you move your hips to meet the dildo halfway, pushing the toy deeper. You pick up the pace when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach once again.

"I'm so close." 

"I don't think you deserve to cum, doll."

"Please, Jisung, I can't hold it anymore!" 

Jisung throws his head back as he grips his cock while fondling his balls using the other hand. His cock twitching in his hand, signaling that he is also reaching his climax. 

"Beg me."

"Jisungie~ please?"

His head felt like spinning. The noises you make and the way you whine his name drives him crazy.

"Fuck, y/n. I love it when you say my name. Go ahead, baby. Cum for me."

You let out a long moan, legs shaking from the intense climax. Jisung's breath hitches in his throat, panting as he cums as well. For a moment, only heavy breathing and a soft buzzing noise can be heard while both of you catch your breath. You pull out the dildo and turn the vibrator off.

"Thank you, Jisungie. That was great." You give him a weak smile. 

"Likewise, doll. I haven't cummed that hard lately," he chuckles.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go now. Maybe I'll see you again next time."

"I'm counting on it."

You end the call and close your laptop. You slip under the comforter and decide to clean up in the morning. You drift off to sleep, hoping that you would dream about Jisung again.

[onward--upward]

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thank you my sweet friends @eusuntgratie and @firenati0n for tagging me!! <3

rules: talk about something creative you're working on of any kind.🚦 green: what is it about, what excited you about it, what sparked the idea? 🚦orange: slow down and share something from it: a photo, a few words, some more background info etc. 🚦red: what is the roadblock currently? what is one thing that is a necessary evil in making it?

green: taking this as an excuse to yap about my current challengers wip! its set in the era when art and tashi were at stanford, but with two key differences: 1) tashi doesnt get injured, and 2) art and patrick hook up after tashi leaves their hotel room and they kind of just... never stop. its very fun because i get to write about them being extreeeemely messy but in a more "young and stupid" way and a less "angry and toxic" way, hahah. its also art pov, which is fun!! the only art pov ive written in the past is pretty short, and also i feel like college art has his own sort of vibe to him that's more outwardly expressive, so i'm having fun! the idea was sparked purely because i love reading about them in college and there's not enough college-era fic. be the change you want to see, etcetera

orange: here is a snippet:

She nods, the sweet weight of her approval settling into his skin. “It shows.” She speaks through a leaf of lettuce in her mouth, which for some reason leaves Art charmed, same as when Patrick does it. That observation feels strangely uncomfortable, so he shoves it aside and locks it up alongside the rest of his uncomfortable Patrick feelings. “It’s good for your game to get away from him, huh?” she adds. Art blinks, taken aback. “What? From who?”  Tashi tilts her head at him, knowing. “Art,” she says. “Come on.”  That’s fair, maybe. Who else would she be talking about? He shakes his head, though. “What do you mean?” It comes out too defensive, probably, so he tries to save his tone. “I mean, he’s your boyfriend.” Not better, Art.  The look she gives him at the emphasis on the word your is heavy. “Sure,” she says. “And he’s great. But you’ve been letting him walk all over you. Your tennis is better when you can focus.”  “I don’t let him walk all over me,” he argues, even though he’s never quite been sure if that’s true. Is it really letting Patrick walk all over him if Art usually likes the startling strength of Patrick’s decisions? Tashi forks more salad into her mouth. “You do.” She raises her eyebrows. “He says, Oh, Art, let’s skip our conditioning and smoke on the roof! And you follow like a loyal little puppy looking for a pat on the head.”  Jesus. Art just stares at her, feeling a little like she’d just kicked him in the ribs. “I don’t —”  “Art.” She puts her fork down, salad finished. “All I’m telling you is that it’s good for you to stretch your wings a little bit. You’re a technical player. Be a little selfish, sometimes.” She makes oddly heavy eye-contact when she says that last sentence, although Art’s emotions are too haywire to bother trying to parse it.  “I feel like I’m selfish all the time,” he says, finally, avoiding the weight of her eyes. And it’s true: every time he pulls Patrick in against him, every time he treats Tashi to lunch and doesn’t mention it to Patrick, he’s being fucking selfish.  Tashi stands up, looking down at him imperiously. “I don’t know about that,” she says. 

red: oh boy. this one relies pretty heavily on a significant miscommunication, which is something i'm not the greatest at. some of them (patrick) think that they're all on the same page. some of them (art) are not even in the same book. i'm especially having trouble balancing THREE angles of a miscommunication for an extended period of time, so i'm a little stuck on the story as a whole. also, this is just a me-problem, but i always write out of order, so i've ended up with quite a few scenes and conversations that i think are really working well and just... kind of no real concrete plan to get me from one scene to the next. but!! like i said, this is common for me, and i usually find my way there somehow HAHA. im sure it'll all work out in the end

no pressure tags <3 @shitouttabuck @eddiesprius @buddiecanons8x16 @eddiebabygirldiaz @beyourownanchor6 @insecuregodcomplex @bigassbowlingballhead

[koushuwu]

i was tagged by @prettyiwa to talk about five of my favorite fics. thank you for tagging me, darling. it’s gonna be hard i think, but also a good way to try and appreciate my own writing more. so in no particular order:

𝟏. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 <𝟑 (𝐒𝐅𝐖)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ suna rintarou x reader

pretty girl <3 is one of very few sfw pieces i’ve written since i started writing in the anispace. it means a lot to me because it allowed me to play around with some heavier feelings than i usually do. it was inspired by a song, got stuck in my head and i couldn’t get it out before i wrote it. also my first suna story and i’m proud of it.

𝟐. 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐠 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ miyuki kazuya x reader

this one is something i really enjoy. not because it’s extraordinarily exceptional, but because it was a fun write. and because it was some of what helped my break out from a very generic way of thinking of smut. it’s helped me evolve and open myself up to different kinks and ways of writing smut. oh and of course it’s kazuya. can’t not include the tanuki bastard somewhere on the list.

𝟑. 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 (𝐒𝐅𝐖)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ levi ackerman (x reader)

closure is another rather heavy fic, that was also inspired by a song. i haven’t written much for levi either, but this story felt like it fit him very well. i like this story a lot for letting me work with feelings, which is something i feel like is one of my strong suits in writing. i’ve evolved a lot since this piece, but this still means a lot to me.

𝟒. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kuramochi youichi x reader

despite a lot of little errors when i read through this story, i still firmly believe that this is the best thing i’ve ever written. characterization is something i’ve always been insecure about, but with this story i really, truly feel like i nailed it. and that’s very special to me, and why it’s truly a story that has taken up a big place in my heart.

𝟓. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ sawamura eijun x reader

so this is the first part of a current WIP of mine. it’s a story that means quite a lot to me as well. i never thought i’d write for eijun, but as i do, i can feel and see myself evolving with every sentence. furthermore it’s a story makes me feel very inspired. i feel a motivation and an energy to keep writing that i haven’t felt in a very long time.

this just really put emphasis on the realization that daiya helped me evolve a lot as a writer.

i’ll be tagging: @ushiwhacka @utahimeow @strawberrystepmom @darlingheichou - no pressure of course <3

[pearlypairings]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @pipergirl17- thank you darling!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Officially? 17! Unofficially inc my anon works, 22!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

225,303 which is wild to me!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write with Stranger Things (heavy on the Chrissy-centric fics with ships :P) and drop the occasional Twin Peaks one-shot.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Do or Die (first ever ST fic!)

not a sound but the wind (ST hellcheer)

Meet Me At Our Spot (ST hellcheer)

In an Envelope Marked: Harrington (ST Max & Steve friendship)

Open the Sky and Let Her Come Down (ST hellcheer)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love chatting with readers and try to respond to comments as they come in (occasionally I fall behind depending on my work sched, but I always respond!).

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

My Twin Peaks fic Twin Flames Divided is very similar to its canon source, so has to be angsty and a little out there! Definitely angstier than my usual fics!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So far I think Dear Donna, (my hellcheer slow burn told through letters) has the happiest, tooth-rotting fluff around. But all of my Chrissy fics have happy endings :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I would say no, not really! Thankfully, everyone's been super supportive in the comments and on tumblr:)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Only once!! It's anon and was posted for Kinktober as like a little writer challenge for myself to see if I COULD do it. It was fun, but I'll leave the smut to the professionals lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I wrote on that's currently on hiatus, but had SO much fun with it! IT's a TP x ST crossover where Agent Cooper is brought into the midst of season 4's crazy supernatural murders. I'd love to get back into it, but I have other brainworms I want to work on now.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also, no, but I'd be so into that!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet! But I'd love to be a co-conspirator with my main squeeze @1lostsoul0fishbowl someday when our schedules and inspo lines up to try it!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Hellcheer has been my big one, but I'm starting to fall in love with some ST rarepairs lately...so we'll see if it stays that way.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hmm any unfinished WIPs of mine will be finished in their own time. I have a hard time admitting one might be unfinished, because my core perfectionism won't allow anything to be left undone!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think my dialogue is a decent guiding factor in my writing! It's at least my favorite portion to write!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

In general, allowing more creativity to flow while I'm writing. I went to college with an emphasis on more direct, scientific writing....But now I'm trying to unlearn all the drills of no flowery language or complex sentences to write with better immersion and storytelling.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not confident enough to do that, unless I'm very knowledgeable in that language. But it's rare for me to inject that into the fics I write.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Twin Peaks technically!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

That's like picking a favorite child! But back against the wall, today my favorite is there is a light that never goes out , my wip for jonathan x chrissy. It's moody, it's 80s cheesy, and it's cute :)

Tagging off the top of my head: @1lostsoul0fishbowl @hangon-silvergirl @erythromanc3r @a-strange-inkling and anyone who likes guac is welcome to answer and tag me as the source;)

[texasdreamer01]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Tagged by @spurious!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

80

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

239,131

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh that's a long list, let me check. So far 19, with a bit of overlap in the megafandoms (Star Wars and Tolkien), plus an original fandom. 20, if you count all the Stargate Atlantis fics I have that I'm currently pecking away at. It's… probably just easier to look at my AO3 at this point.

… No wait, 21, I forgot I used to write for Danny Phantom eons ago.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Psychopomp (Original Fiction, Space Australians micro-fandom, gen)

Twixt Primroses and Hawthorns (The Hobbit, Bagginshield - there's still a sequel in my drafts, somewhere, I promise!)

All we are, and all we have… (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, gen)

Ādfȳr (The Hobbit, gen)

Nice Manners for a Thief (The Hobbit, Bagginshield)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Mmmmmmmaybe? I try? It's a completely different type of effort than just writing fic and throwing it on the internet, which I usually don't have the energy for.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

.. Probably the one where I killed Bilbo, but I've reportedly made people cry on various other fics.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Stamp of Approval (Star Wars, gen) is the… fluffiest? Least angsty? I've been writing happy-ending fics more often, but it's not my wheelhouse to write strictly "happy" fics.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I used to? Some of it was laughable, honestly, if a little puzzling - I used to get someone that would just repeatedly comment on my short-form fics as "not a drabble". Don't think this person ever read those fics, but it was an interesting week.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

…. Yes. According to various reviewers, "hot" and "sweet" (depends on the fic).

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really? I'm currently writing an SGA/Kingsman crossover that I'm amusing myself with, but it's not got a deadline on it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. And I'm still mad about it!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've translated my own works (sometimes badly), mostly as practice, but never by anyone else, no.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I've had a work co-posted with an artist's work that I prompted myself on? And on a separate occasion effectively whined into cowriting on a very large and popular work that has since been abandoned by backlash - I was a beta (originally, hah), but every once in a while I still get anons asking about it.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hmmmmmm. I feel like my tastes generally change as I hop fandoms, so it really depends on the flavour of ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Lol probably Kintsugi. It's effectively a time-travel not-quite rewrite of Sherlock (the Benedict Cumberbatch one) with supernatural horror elements that I've been on- and off-again poking at forrrr… almost ten years now! I have to now go look up contemporary technology and trends, it's been so long 😂

16. What are your writing strengths?

Reading rhythm, allusions, characterization (somehow), thematic elements.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Keeping track of the plot, the characters, and my point.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it depends? I'm definitely in fandoms that have a heavy emphasis on other languages by dint of translation or conlang nerdiness (see: YGO, The Hobbit, Star Wars) or else have characters that know other languages as a default setting (Stargate, Star Trek, Sherlock, Kingsman), so it kind of comes with the territory to at least pick up some key phrases and if you're in deep enough, to learn how to make up new words (hello conlangs). I think it helps that I have a habit of not only using hover text as well as a glossary in the end notes for mobile users/whatnot, so as to not interrupt the reading flow, particularly for desktop readers.

For the curious about hover text HTML: < span title="translation here" >word here</ span > , but without spaces

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Danny Phantom, baaaack not quite when it was still airing. I think. It was probably still airing?

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

As pretty of compliments as I've accrued over the years, I still don't… quite… like my writing? Imo I'm only approaching "mediocre" or "average", so it's really only an appreciation for technical goals reached the more I write. If I enjoy things enough to re-read for the pleasure of it, that's good enough for me.

No pressure tags: @ygodmyy20, @pandora15, @harinezumiko, @thereisselfpreservation, @thejediandthemandalorian

[memryse]

The magic of 3rd Life, or why such a simple hardcore miniseries works as well as it does

For a series which only lasted for eight sessions, 3rd Life has had a profound impact on the MCYT fandom. While it did go comparatively unnoticed on Twitter (as is consistent with YouTube-based Minecraft content as a whole, admittedly), Tumblr and other platforms have fallen in love with this series, and it’s become a vector for many fans to familiarise themselves with Hermitcraft and Empires SMP as well. But at its core, 3rd Life is a simple vanilla survival series with a gimmick. What about it resonates so much with so many people?

I would argue that its simplicity, its small cast, its vanilla gameplay “with a twist” is certainly part of it. It’s an easy series to consume, with many POVs totalling four hours or less, and it doesn’t require any prior knowledge of any of the members. Its mechanics are easy to understand. As a standalone, it functions perfectly – it’s immersive and can be followed easily by anyone, regardless of any prior knowledge they may or may not have. However, these factors alone don’t quite encompass what makes 3rd Life so special. Its true charm point lies in the format of the series, and how well it utilises improv.

[more below the cut; this is a fairly long post about 3rd/Last Life meta and my love of its improv. I'm mostly talking about 3rd Life here as it's a completed series, but this most definitely does apply to Last Life as well]

3rd Life is an entirely improv-based series. Whilst members may have a brief concept of the direction they’d like to take their series in – how heavily they want to roleplay, for example – the actual content of each session is fully improvised. Each episode is recorded in one three-hour block, and members are not allowed to play on the server outside of the allotted time other than specifically to finish builds. This time constraint prevents any planning from going into each episode, and interactions between players are completely spontaneous. Players simply run around the map looking for others to interact with (which is significantly easier with the limited world border) and chat about various events on the server, form alliances or deals, etc.

By definition, this almost completely negates the possibility of bad writing. Each player’s reaction to any server event is spontaneous, a legitimate reaction; they aren’t trying to play any specific roles or shoehorn in any specific events (with the exception of the Red King/Hand of the King roles, who were still completely improvising). Even the finale – a distinctly heart-wrenching and tragic scene – was improvised without Grian or Scar attempting to tell any specific story. According to Martyn, they weren’t roleplaying, they didn’t have any aims with that scene. It just happened to turn out in the way that it did, and they were legitimately sorry to one another. The server progressed in this natural way, and every person’s perspective tells a completely different story. It’s hard to identify any specific heroes or villains – fans of the Dream SMP can surely relate to this feeling, but I would argue that 3rd Life takes this one step further. 3rd Life is a tragedy from all perspectives, a tragedy which tells one cohesive story in its entirety before stopping as abruptly as it began.

3rd Life hinges entirely on its interactions between its members. Whilst solo content does exist – base building, for example – the majority of each session is spent interacting with others. 3rd Life is carried by its dialogue; nothing else drives the story, and yet many episodes are between 30 minutes and an hour long. It’s that dialogue-heavy. Members of the server have expressed trouble with even editing their videos because there is so much key dialogue that they don’t want to cut. People don’t watch 3rd Life for the actual gameplay, at all – there’s so little of it! They watch it for how each member interacts with the people around them. This is something not found in any other SMP I’ve encountered. SMPs livestreamed on Twitch have plenty of downtime, and people will happily watch streams on that SMP no matter what’s occurring on the server; people often watch them for their interest in specific members. Other currently popular YouTube SMPs, namely Hermitcraft and Empires, are well-balanced between solo content and interactions, and all server content hinges on the members’ various skills like building and redstone. 3rd Life is, to my knowledge, the only SMP which does not rely on building or redstone skills (what’s the point, when they’ll be dead the next week?), it doesn’t rely on the creator doing solo work talking to their chat, it doesn’t rely on planned roleplay. People legitimately just want to hear various members talking to each other. It’s a fascinatingly unique series in this regard. This dialogue-heavy aspect of 3rd Life ties back to my earlier point about 3rd Life feeling like a completely different series from all perspectives; with all of this dialogue being conveyed through proximity chat, so many events are entirely left out of other POVs, or presented in very different lights.

The pure improv format also helps significantly with worldbuilding, whilst also leaving plenty to the imagination. MCYT fandoms always require a significant amount of imagination to become invested in them, let alone make fan content of them, and 3rd Life is no exception to this. As discussed in this post, which was incidentally the inspiration for me to write this one, 3rdLife is full of lines which flesh out the series, which illustrate what happened better than can be shown in Minecraft. These lines are improvised on the spot, and are often complete throwaway lines in the creators’ eyes. In the fans’ eyes, they make 3rd Life feel alive, they provide plenty of material on which to base headcanons. Again, this isn’t necessarily unique to 3rd Life, it’s a common aspect of all Minecraft series, but I think this is where the rather angsty nature of 3rd Life comes into play. A dramatic survival game, entirely unscripted, with all events hinging entirely on your interpretation of them? It’s not hard to see why 3rd Life fans are so creative with character designs and fanfiction – hell, a lot of 3rd Life fics simply narrate canon in their own more dramatic light. Canon-compliant fics are significantly more common for 3rd Life than other fandoms I've encountered, because people hear these simple lines and want to dramatise them, put their own spins on them. I don't feel that this would be possible with any other series, not to the extent that 3rd Life fans do it. Other series' canon is either already dramatic, and so rehashing it can feel repetitive, or so lighthearted that people write AUs/new storylines. 3rd Life strikes a brand-new balance.

The development of its characters is also bolstered by improv. As no events on the server are pre-planned, members have to react completely spontaneously to anything that occurs. They don’t get time to think – only to react as though they genuinely were in that situation. As I said at the start, 3rd Life inherently lacks bad writing, because it’s not written. Ren, for instance, began 3rd Life as a kind and harmless person, with others often walking right over him. His reaction to his death by Grian and Scar’s trap spurs him to become the Red King; he raises an army and goes to war, and ends the series having taken countless lives, becoming hardened by war. He begins Last Life by isolating himself from others, seeming jaded and unwilling to form alliances, ready for another war to break out. Being improvised, it’s impossible to say how much of this was deliberate, or if Ren just started building his base without thinking about continuity from the previous season. This improv is what makes it feel so natural. It isn’t planned beforehand. This is Ren’s natural reaction to starting Last Life. It makes his character feel so much more real than it would if this was all scripted beforehand.

3rd Life is, overall, a testament to the power of improv. It manages to be compelling and dramatic without any acting feeling forced or wooden. Its characters’ arcs feel natural, because they are natural. Placing such a heavy emphasis on dialogue, with the gimmick of the server being a vehicle for interactions to happen rather than the sole appeal of the series, makes it truly feel as though we’re getting a glimpse into the characters’ lives, rather than watching a story which has been written beforehand. We get to watch everything unfold in real time. 3rd Life has a magic to it that, to my knowledge, no other SMP has been able to recreate.

[forevamark]

You Said Forever- Preview (n.yt)

IT’S ANGST TIME!

Full fic has been posted!! click here to read!

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x female Reader (y/n)

Summary: It’s been six years being with Yuta. Things were great until you noticed him changing. He’s become distant and broody, nothing like the man you’ve fallen in love with. Jaehyun tends to comfort you while Yuta tries to ignore the fallen pieces of what used to be love.

Length: preview: ~800 words | actual fic length: 5k words

Tags/Warnings: PAIN!! (seriously this hurt while writing it), non idol universe, college au, angst, TOXIC relationship, slow burn, Yuta is a dick, spiraling out of control, heavy emphasis on substance abuse (alcohol, weed, cigarettes), sexual situations under the influence, more to come as more is written.

Note: unedited! going through beta testing!! lowkey wrote this while struggling with trying to quit vaping. heavily based on some of my experiences as well as a few other friends who have been going through tough times/ breakups in their respective relationships. Feedback is welcome, but please be kind considering it is based on others’ very real experiences! 

again! this fic is ALSO going through beta testing currently, i do have a habit of being in the zone while writing in the wee hours of the morning while everyone is asleep haha hopefully to be posted within two days!

“Yuta, please,” you whined trying to move from under him to attempt to spark some friction between your warm bodies.

“Just stay fucking still, damn,” he muttered while trying to shove a condom onto himself. You start getting annoyed due to impatience.

“You’ve done this like what? Nothing short of a thousand times why can’t you get it on now?” you rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up, for the love of God, please shut the hell up,” he punches the space on the bed next to your face, not even looking up at you. 

“What is your deal?” you yell pushing him off of you and rolling the blanket up to cover your naked body from his wavering eyes. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed while his fists balled, shaking in anger. 

“You know what, I don’t want to do this right now. I’m not in the mood,” he stands up looking for his boxers. You scoffed.

“That’s not what you said about five minutes ago bursting into the room demanding that I take my pants off? Need I remind you that YOU started this?” 

Maybe it was the sexual frustration. Maybe it was him not listening to you. Maybe it’s the pent up sexual frustration from months of Yuta not listening or caring about you. It’s not hard to notice how inattentive he’s been lately. He’s constantly bouncing a leg and looking up at a clock to see what time it is when you are with him. The constant secrecy when it came to leaving or checking his phone. The ambushed accusations when you question his actions.

As much as it pained you to say it, this wasn’t the man you fell in love with. 

“I just don’t feel in the mood anymore God damn is that such a crime?” He continues looking for his clothes from the floor, refusing to look at your sad eyes.

“You’ve never not been in the mood for me,” you quietly whisper.

“Well maybe you should get off your high horse and remember that my sex drive doesn’t revolve around you,” he finally meets your eyes as he stands before you fully clothed, “I’m going out. I need some air.” You find yourself unable to move from your spot in bed. The empty feeling of the bed, rather the whole apartment was jarring. You don’t know when this exactly started. Maybe eight months ago? It was around June, after you came back from his best friend’s destination wedding in the Bahamas. The trip was great, it was the time you really started planning out and envisioning your future with Yuta.

You saw an end goal with Yuta. You wanted the grand wedding, the drama from unveiling who out of your friend group would be your bridesmaids, the wedding cake testing, picking out centerpieces for all the tables, deciding where you both should honeymoon. 

But you also wanted kids- four to be exact. You want the white picket fence, a family dog, and be the PTA president for your kids’ school. You wanted to grow old together, you wanted to be endlessly in love, forever. 

“Do you want to do this one day?” Yuta asked while sitting next to you on the beach. He had one arm around you and the other swirling a bottle of beer taking a sip every now and then.

“Go to the beach? Hell yeah everyday,” you shoot him a gummy drunk smile up at him.

“No silly, I mean like having a big wedding,” he stares off into the sunset. 

The wedding reception was still in full swing behind you two. You can hear Johnny’s baritone voice booming over everyone and the speakers yelling the lyrics of a kpop song. You look back for a moment to catch his newlywed wife dancing with her heels in hand and tripping over the train of her dress. Chuckling softly at the sight, you’re exhausted just watching them. It’s a good thing you both decided to take a break from dancing- and the open bar- to sit in the sand.

“Of course who doesn’t,” Yuta looks at you longingly as you continue, “But honestly I don’t really care how grand we celebrate our love,” you look back up at him, “I just want to be with you forever.”

“I’ll always love you, forever,” his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours, “I want forever with you.”

“Really?”

“Forever y/n,” you push him lightly as he continues to admire you, “I’m dead serious. There’s nothing,” he pushed a stray hair away from your face, “nothing, that will ever become between us. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Tears prick your eyes threatening to fall. 

What had you done to make him feel that repulsed by you?

[shinakazami1]

Hey shina just saying km currently reading your love letter stanarrator fic and i kid you not

I ran to a wall, punched it, then straight up just fuckin collapsed on the floor to grab a glass of water that was on the ground cuz good golly i need a glass of water so i dont SCREAM good FUCK

FUCKING HELL

When i read. "Stanley held the pink letter" i cannot compose myself

I started HEAVY BREATHING IN EXCITEMENT. I stood up from my bed and got DIZZY i literally had to take a break from reading

And ohhhh my god

Let me tell

You

When i read Stanley's letter i choked on my wayer

I just

I just OOOH I HATE THEM I WANT TO SHAKE THEM LIKE A MARACA LOVINGLY I HATE THEMMM

Also i love Narry's mind poems written by his old cat

After the dumpster scene ngl i felt rlly sad and deflated his cat his his his cat his cat his <//////3

Anyways uh yeah im gonna a aa actually finish reading cuz i needed annother break and decided to gush to u how much ur fucking good at writing bitchass ur so fucking good at writing bitchass ur so fucking good

You can tell when i started repeated the same words means i really mean it and im trying to emphasize it because when my brain is rlly feelin smth it repeats that sentence

Okay have a great day bestie

Ghost you are such a kind soul to write all this to me <3 gosh lemme respond to everything and the other two asks under the cut, btw for everybody else who wants to read Dear Stanley, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42118218 (it's based on @douggydraws highschool AU, one of the few fluff stories I wrote)

Ghoust I am so thankful you wrote all this waaah ye s , I really wanted the internal characters to sound un so I'm glad you liked the cat and y e s haha y e s <333 And gosh I myself felt sad writing the dumpster scene but I am so glad you liked it and hehe I like the repetition for the emphasis

IFAOHIAFSHIO I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THAT PART I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THEIR DIALOGUE

Dude yes literally, they are so fricking gayyyyyy oh my gosh, I KNEW Narrator had to say bf first <33 so I'm so glad you liked that

AND HAHAHAHA Y E S DESPISING TONE OH MY GOSH IT DOES FIT

Thank you for the live revier, I really appreciate it waaaah thank youuuu

[vickyvicarious]

For the AU mashup game: Marriage of Convenience & It's Not You, It's My Enemies

Okay, so at first I was considering like a historical AU or something, but, um... Well, actually I could imagine a verse where this works for modern-day Ace Attorney. It's a much longer fic than I'll ever write (so if anyone sees this and they want to have a go at the idea, feel free!), but I think it works really well for Miego!

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In this AU we build off of Kurain emphasis on matrilineal succession and the whole thing Maya mentions where they often have trouble with men leaving. Maybe there's still an emphasis on legal marriages despite this, and with the main and branch family so small some kind of bylaws come into play.

Misty Fey is still technically the Master. But she's been gone for so long already, and Morgan has very little spiritual power, not enough to channel anyone or at least to do it well. Maya and Pearl both have enough power, but they're too young/inexperienced to continue the tradition as yet. They're still in training. When Mia, who is an excellent spirit channeler, finally tells Morgan that she wants to leave the village, she's met with heavy resistance. She is the only one really keeping their way of life afloat at the moment - and she's currently the primary hope for a new generation to follow this one.

Morgan, backed by whatever elders the village has, gives Mia an ultimatum: she can leave and study law only if she finds a husband within a set amount of time and can get him to take her family name. And, of course, prove that he is willing to provide her with children to inherit the power that will keep the village alive. She also has to regularly return to continue channeling spirits in a limited capacity in the meantime until she has a gifted daughter, or Maya/Pearl are able to take over the jobs. If she refuses to do this, she won't be allowed to leave at all.

Now, Mia absolutely could just leave regardless. But that would mean entirely cutting ties with her home. And while she has no interest in becoming the next Master or anything, she knows Maya wants to be a spirit channeler. Maya has already lost so much - Mia doesn't want to leave her behind entirely any more than she wants to put her in the position of having to leave her village, family, and future career behind. She might choose Mia, if it comes down to it - but Mia will protect her sister from that choice. She agrees to the bargain.

(This is a surprise to Morgan, who knows how little Mia wants to be involved in Kurain affairs, and assumed she'd refuse. She hoped to use it as a method to cast Mia out permanently, thus removing an obstacle between Pearl and the Master title down the line. If she played things right, maybe Maya would leave too, or at least her reputation would be tainted by Mia's departure and she could make a stronger case to shove her aside in favor of Pearl.

Still, there's a time limit, and she alters her plans in the hopes of Mia failing to find a husband who will take her name, failing to show any signs of trying for a child. She'll just blackball her then.)

So Mia is off at law school by this point, and she's actively looking around not only for a firm to join, but for someone who will agree to marry her in name only to fulfill this agreement. She dates Lana for a while, but the partner has to be a man according to the agreement, so she's still looking.

Enter Diego Armando, who works at the Grossberg Law Firm. Mia interns there for a while, and eventually gets an offer to join the firm as a lawyer once she passes the bar. At some point, she overhears or is involved in a conversation about Diego's desire to get permanent residency. He's Argentinian and currently living in the country on a work visa, but it's a long process and he's annoyed at how long it will take/wants to be sure that even if he left the firm he'd not be forced to leave the country. (I know very little about immigration laws, so I'd have to do some research on this or just make up Japanifornia rules).

Mia sees a win-win situation. She approaches him with an offer to get platonically married for several years. Long enough for him to become a permanent resident, which means at least two years if not a little longer so as to seem more realistic for visa purposes. She plans to have defeated Redd White and found her mother by then, at which point it won't matter if she gets a divorce, since she's certain Misty won't deny Mia access to her sister once she's returned. In the meantime, all he has to do is take her name legally (he can still use his name for work) and they might have to lie every so often that they're trying for a child.

Diego agrees, and they have a simple ceremony shortly after Mia passes her bar exam. She moves in with him, but it's pretty much just a roommates and coworkers situation; at the time, she's possibly even still dating Lana (who knows about the circumstances and is cool with everything). He meets Aunt Morgan and, while not exactly charming her, is at least able to pass muster enough for her and the elders to reluctantly agree that he fits all their conditions. He befriends Maya and Pearl both, neither of whom know about said conditions (Maya knows about the visa thing, because Mia didn't want to lie to her that much, but also didn't want to burden her with the Fey drama; Pearl doesn't know the marriage is fake at all and looks up to them as her new ideal of romance).

Over time, he mentors her more at work, they hang out more at home, and they become good friends. Mia breaks up with Lana eventually, if she were still dating her by this point, and slowly, the two of them start falling for one another. Diego much faster - but, by the time Mia's first trial goes so horribly wrong, they're both well into pining for one another. He holds off on trying to confess his feelings because he doesn't want to make her face any more big changes just yet... but he does try to go talk with Dahlia and see if he can get any evidence against her. She poisons him as in canon; as in canon, he goes into a coma and they don't know if he will survive.

Mia has it rough for a while. She's mourning the husband she never admitted to loving, paying for his hospital bills while trying to start her own law firm, and fending off all Morgan's attempts to shut her out of the family if she doesn't divorce him in favor of someone else. Not to mention, she's starting to close in on Redd White and beginning to realize just how dangerous a man he is. Phoenix is a bright spot in an otherwise pretty bleak time, and his belief in her/eagerness to work with her helps her a lot.

She eventually reworks her agreement with Morgan to divorce Diego if he doesn't wake up in a set amount of time. She has no real intention of doing so - romantic feelings aside, she knows he doesn't have any other family and she doesn't want to leave him alone to deal with being deported or anything if he ever does wake up. She kind of suspects he won't, though.

But then he does. Much earlier than in canon - just around the time Phoenix is officially hired on to the firm, in fact. He wakes up and while he's disabled for life now, he's still Diego, he's back and he doesn't want to waste any more time. As he's recovering and doing all his physical therapy and getting his mask developed, etc., he finally tells Mia that he loves her. That he wants to be with her for real.

She was already helping to take care of him. He moved back in with her, she'd promised him a job at her firm if he wanted it as soon as he's well enough to work... but even though for a moment (or heck, maybe a night) this is everything she wants to hear, a second later (or the morning after) she shuts him down and tells him they need a divorce.

She tries to couch it in Fey excuses, that Morgan is worried about his ability to father a child after his poisoning. But he offers to get whatever testing necessary to appease her. He even says that if she doesn't feel the same he's okay with that, he doesn't want to pressure her into anything, least of all out of pity. But he doesn't want to get a divorce that will just leave her worrying about Maya again, and finally she's forced to admit that it isn't his feelings for her. It's Redd White.

Diego has already paid the price once, and she can't bear the thought of putting him in danger again. She wants to divorce him so that he won't be an obvious target for revenge against her. She refuses to date him for the same reason, and won't let him convince her otherwise.

...Mia holds firm, despite all his best arguments, and their divorce gets underway. Diego is extremely frustrated because he doesn't want her to protect him at the cost of putting herself in danger, and denying something he knows they both want. When we intersect with canon again, he's at the office on the day Redd White tries to kill her. Maybe he arrives partway into the fight, and jumps in to help her. In the end, Mia still gets injured, and maybe even goes into a brief medically-induced coma after some surgery. Redd White gets away, but no one dies.

Diego's mask was knocked off his head in the struggle, so he was fighting blind and can't really testify as to the identity of the attacker. Since the trials are so accelerated, no one waits for Mia to be awake/coherent enough to give her own account. Maya gets arrested, and Phoenix is still the one to defend her/eventually himself, because Diego hasn't gotten his badge back yet. Instead, he acts as co-counsel when he can.

In the end, Mia recovers. And when she wakes up, Diego is waiting by her bedside. With Redd White taken care of, and proof that none of them are ever going to be entirely safe anyway, she finally lets him in and admits to her own feelings as well. They call off the divorce.

(Morgan is extremely irritated by all this, and would cause problems down the line... but for now, it's a happy ending.)

[sxfik]

caught up in a dream (in a technicolor beat)

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summary: a dream or real life? when sol sneaks out of joon hwi's room after a one night stand, he assumes the whole night to be a very vivid dream. a little too vivid. but of course, it had to be a dream. right?

aka: idiots to lovers but heavy emphasis on the idiots.

credits: @ohcoolnice was a LOVELY HUMAN BEING and came up with the idea and the scenes!! co-writer's credit goes to her <333

a/n: did i write this listening to get lucky by daft punk just for the absurdity of it? yes i did. i don't think it would enhance the experience of reading this but ... i think it was an important addition to this. i got sick mid-writing this but AAA this was the first thing i came back to! to the whole gc on tumblr, i hope i did the idea justice. the title is from the song technicolor beat by oh wonder which actually might suit this fic better but as always enjoy <333

word count: 3190 words

The moment Sol opened her eyes, she shut them closed again.

Agh, my head. There was the unmistakable pounding that comes after a night of drinking with her friends, her body almost sore with exhaustion. My, I must have drank more than usual.

She buried her head into the pillow, noting that it was unbelievably comfortable and so warm. Usually, she woke up with a stiff neck and an intense hatred for the brick of a pillow. Maybe I don't need to spend money on a new pillow.

Trying to shield her eyes from the stabbing burn of sunlight, she blinked, taking in the white pillowcase, the grey—

White pillowcase? She didn't have a white pillowcase. Sol threw her eyes open, hissing and closing them again immediately. Owwww, ow ow, ow, ow.

Slowly, she turned onto her other side, her back towards the window, and opened her eyes—

And almost screamed.

Laying on the other side of the bed, hair tousled, bare chested, was Han Joon Hwi.  No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no— she looked down at herself. She wasn't wearing anything. "No!" she squeaked, slapping a hand over her mouth as Joon hwi stirred. Please don't wake up. Please don't—

Sol let out a shuddering breath as his face relaxed, his body twisted as his heavy arm slung across her waist and pulled her close to his very unclothed body. The warmth of his chest pressing against it was delicious that Sol could get drunk from the feeling alone. His face was relaxed, unguarded, his lips slightly parted as he breathed out a steady rhythm. His hair was tousled, messy as if someone ran their hands through it.

Oh wait.

Images flashed through her mind, her hands raking through his hair, his lips on hers, his hands on her waist, him pulling her closer, her taking his shirt off. The memories flooded back as her face flushed, remembering how he'd touched her and how needy she was for him. Sol was aware of every nerve, every hair on her body all at once as she stared at him, wide eyed, her breath held in.

Kang Sol slept with him. Him being the top prosecutor. Him being the second round judicial exam acer. Her best friend. Han Joon Hwi. Han Joon Hwi.

He was her best friend. The man who'd been with her through every up and down. And she slept with him. Crossed boundaries that can't ever be uncrossed. Yet, despite the shock, watching Joon hwi's chest as he breathed softly, his face so soft, so boyish and young eased her so much.

She wanted to encapsulate that moment, try to memorize every bit of him. It ignited this craving inside her, to see him like this every morning as she woke up, with him beside her.

It was terrifying.

A sudden wave of panic rushed through her as she stared at the man currently tangled with her, and—

She had to get out of here. She needed air, space, something that's not so much. Not so real.

Being careful not to wake him, she slowly detangled herself from under his arms, cautious not to shift her weight too much. Quickly, she grabbed her clothes that were discarded on the floor, getting dressed as efficiently as possible.

She paused for a moment by his desk, looking down at the sticky notes and pens laying on it, contemplating whether to write him a note, but decided against it. Sol, as she left his bedroom, tried to keep her eyes away from Joon Hwi as she left, lest she be tempted to do something stupid. Like wake him up. Or even worse, crawl back in bed with him.

The sunlight filters through his room, the dust particles almost clear in the light as Joon Hwi tossed in his bed.

Mmmm, Sol-ah.... His arm went out to search the empty space next to him, his eyes still closed, arguing with his mind to let him sleep longer.

Wait. His eyes blinked open all of a sudden, his bedroom bright with the sunlight filtering through his window as he looked around his room. His head was pounding, in a way that told him just how much he drank the night before. But, of course, this was all normal after a great night out with his friends.

What was not normal was his current unclothed state.

Joon Hwi wasn’t  the type to sleep naked, especially after years of rooming with someone else. Occasionally shirtless or with boxers, when the sweltering heat of summer was unbearable, but never naked. Unless—

He quickly shut his eyes, the memories of last night flooding into his brain. Getting drunk with Sol, stumbling into his apartment at the Ungodly hours. Those were all normal for a Friday night out.

What was definitely not normal was the vivid images of kissing her against the kitchen counter, her hands carefully taking off his shirt, the frantic way he'd kissed her neck. How smooth and soft her skin was under his fingers, the way she moved underneath him, the salacious sounds she'd made for him.

Yet, as he twisted and looked around his room, there was no sign of the girl next to him. No sign that he had even slept with her, despite the fact his bedsheets were a lot messier than usual. Which could only mean that he had another dream of his best friend, the girl he'd been in love with for 4 years, Kang Sol.

He’s been head-over-heels for the girl since their first year at Hanguk Law School. They were seen everywhere together, the two stuck on each other. Where one went, the other would follow. It was never a wonder that he was head over heels for her.  Her spirit, her drive, everything about her was just so admirable. He could write pages upon pages on everything she changed in him, in everyone in his friend group.

She made it so easy to fall in love with her. Her tilted smiles, her mischievous and bright eyes, her overflowing enthusiasm and positivity. It was infectious and for so long, the seemingly cold Han Joon hwi was melted by her. She made everything so much brighter, so much easier, so it wasn't any shock to him when he fell in love with her.

But Kang Sol had never shown an interest in dating, let alone him. Granted, she had to spend a majority of her time during law school over her studies and her family and Joon hwi used it as a reason not to confess, not to complicate her life more. Soon, that evolved into She needs to be established in her career to She has a lot of cases on her plate to millions more excuses on why he couldn’t tell her how he felt. But for him, it was still okay. He would rather be a quiet admirer and keep her as his friend forever rather than ruin the relationship they had together.

His mind, of course, hated him. Those rare moments he had to himself were filled with thoughts of her, what he wanted to share with her, the funny post he saw on Instagram the other day, how he felt about the temporary investigator he was assigned. It was like she was a part of his brain, offering comments to his every thought, and she was always the first one he needed to see whenever he had a problem.

Out of all the ways his mind tortures him, though, this dream was the worst. It was all just so vivid, so real. The images of Sol in his bed, the way her legs had looked, the way her hands felt against his skin. His mind, starved for her, only created more images to torture him with: her hands sliding up his stomach and his chest, her gasps and expressions to his every touch, his hands against her hips. It was painful.

Tossing into his pillow, he groaned into it, almost smacking it into his head as he cursed his mind for conjuring such images of the girl he'd have to see almost daily. It was like the universe had a twisted sort of humor, forcing him to see her laugh and her happiness and then whispering to him that he couldn't have her.

He was content with having her as his friend, in fact would rather keep her by his side like that than ever lose her, but his mind only craved for more. To have her by his side, to build a life together, to be each other's cornerstones. To have her all for himself, in his bed, by his side every single night.

He sighed into his pillow, one last time. Prying himself off his bed, he tried to calm his mind and himself, before preparing himself for the day ahead of him, and to see her again.

Facing her best friend after sleeping with him is in the top 3  hardest things Kang Sol has ever had to do. Among those three were, obviously, going against Assemblyman Ko and telling her sister Byeol that she finished the last of her favorite ice cream bars.

Here she is, Attorney Kang Sol A, who is a real adult, who pays real taxes and did not buy happy meals when they had Powerpuff girl figurines. Yet she's turning into a complete teenager, a mess of nervousness and anxiety and awkwardness, when she has to sit next to her best friend.

Han Joon hwi, on the other hand, was acting perfectly normal. As if nothing happened between them, as if they totally didn't sleep together, crossing the boundary with each other. He would tease and smile and smirk at her just like normal, ask her about her day and the cases she dealt with.

It made her blood boil.

Her skin turned hot with rage when he looked at her like that, so unassuming and casual as if nothing had ever changed. It made her want to yell and throw a tantrum and ask why he could act like this as if nothing had changed.

Most infuriating of them all was her urge to grab the collar of his shirt  and kiss him, try to express everything she felt she could not with her lips, her hands and her body pressed up to him. It was almost insatiable and it was more than painful when she had to control herself, tell herself that it was just a simple mistake.

It's not like her feelings for him happened over night. Hell, Kang Sol knew that she fell in love with years before they slept together. There were never fireworks or an orchestra playing as she had her epiphany.

She wanted to share every little story, every adventure, every uneventful fact of her life with him. As time grew, so did her insatiable craving to understand every piece of him and keep him for herself. He was always by her side and at some point, she realized that she didn't ever want it otherwise.

God, Professor Yang, why would you ask us to work together on a case? She was cursing her every decision in life as she sat next to him, the two meeting in her office to help her go through a case that her old law school professor had assigned them. Despite being a year out of law school already, their professors had routinely called them to take on cases on their behalf.

Even though they would whine and complain every single time her professors called, they ultimately took the case on, knowing that if they didn't, no one else would. Since both of them were still in their early days career-wise, they would fit it in alongside the truckload of cases they'd manage. Still, it was easier because Sol could trust him with it, and even if they disagree, she knew it wouldn't cause a rift between them.

He was pacing behind her, going through the facts of their case and reviewing the evidence they had gathered while she was sitting by her desk, reading through some of the autopsy reports. Both of them decided to look at the case as if it was new, rather than focus on whatever evidence had been built up

"Hey, look at the injuries on his body versus the ones on hers. Does this look like it was a mutual assault?" she asked, her head slightly shifted to him, as he paused and walked over to her.

She tensed as he leaned over her shoulder, a breath lodged in her throat as he scanned the documents laying in front of her. Her heart was thundering in her chest and she could hear her blood rushing in her ears, his breath faintly caressing her neck. It drove her insane, her mind catapulted into their activities of their night together, the way it left both of them breathing heavy yet still starved for each other.

The way he braced against the table as he leaned closer, his arms so strong and masculine only made matters worse. She kept thinking of him hovering over her, his eyes dark and his smirk more devilish and teasing than usual. It was hard to keep her composure, harder to keep her mind strictly on the case in front of her and not on the warmth that radiated from him.

"You're right," he hummed, his voice deep, as he picked up the file to read closer. He stepped back and she could finally breathe again, his proximity no longer suffocating her as they both buried their head back into the case file.

Kang Sol was nervous, that much he could tell. He could tell from the way her legs would cross, then uncross and the way she would shift and tense her shoulders when he would approach her. She would bite her lip and her forehead would scrunch slightly and it was the most telltale sign that she was nervous.

He always had a radar for her emotions, the ability to tell exactly what she was feeling when. It wasn't like it was hard anyways, when all her thoughts would flit through her face for everyone to see. After 4 years of being in love with her and being her best friend, it was as easy as reading a book.

Unlike most of the time though, he could tell that it was his presence making her nervous. Her shoulders would tense every time he'd take a step closer to her or look at her for more than 10 seconds.

She was especially tense when he leaned over her to look closer at the file. Maybe, it was just his selfish way of teasing her, of having her closer to him, but something about the way her breath hitched made his mind go directly to the incredibly vivid dream he had Friday night. It made him imagine how she moved under him, the way her voice would echo in his head, telling him to keep going. Despite his every effort, the images of that night taunted him daily, thinking of the way his mind had constructed dreams of her so realistic that it made him yearn to have her just like the dream suggested.

It didn't help that she looked especially beautiful when she was suited up for work, her outfits matching her energy flawlessly and curving around her body in a way that should be illegal. She was a walking temptation for him, and it was growing impossible to ignore.

Still, it was concerning when she tensed like that around him. His mind was off the case this time as he paced, trying to think what he had done to set her off like this. The tension in the room suddenly multiplied, and his chest tightened before he tried to diffuse the tension.

"Ah, did I tell you,  I got a new couch for my apartment," he stated nonchalantly, trying to keep his heart from jumping out of his throat.

"Yeah, I remember seeing it when I was at your apartment on Friday," she lightly laughed, as if remembering something before shifting the file in her hand.

"Wait Friday?" he paused, stopping his pacing to turn to look at her.

"Yeah," she slowly said, as she twisted in her seat to face him.

"But friday..."

"Do you not remember?" she questioned, her voice sharp as he just blankly stared at her. Her eyes were severe as she looked at him, hurt rising in her gaze and all he could do was blink. Friday night... Was it not...

“I thought it was a dream,” he whispered, his eyes wide as the realization settled into his head.

"What?"

"A dream, I had..." he cleared his throat, his hand going up to his neck. "I assumed it was a dream when I didn't see you that morning." He stepped a little closer to her chair, Sol still blinking at him like he'd lost his mind.

"You thought-" She let out a little laugh, looking up at him as he approached her. "You thought it was a dream? That we slept together?"

"Yes, I... It felt too good to be true," he replied back. He was close then, his knees touching hers as he towered over her, as he leaned down towards her. His hands reached out to cup her face slightly, to bring it up to look into him. "Why'd you leave that morning?" he finally asked, his voice wavering slightly at all the possibilities of her answers.

"I-I was terrified," she said, her eyes impossibly wide, "I was terrified because it changed everything and I felt so nervous. I was terrified because it changed everything and I wanted more."

It wasn't clear who leaned in first, but her lips were soft against his, their kiss sweet yet needy. His hands cupping her face brought her closer as her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him to her. The feel of her lips against his, her hands pulling him closer were more vivid than ever, just like every dream his mind had conjured up but so much better. He tilted, kissing her deeper, the kiss turning more frantic and needing, and the moment never ending.

They pulled away, as he looked at her, trying to catch his breath. Her eyes were still wide, her pupils blown out and her lips red from their kiss. It was impossibly tempting, as he leaned in to capture her lips once more, when a swift hand had blocked him.

"Nuh uh, Prosecutor Han Joon Hwi," her eyes were teasing as she looked up at him, "Anymore and I'll make you drive us to your house instead of working on this case."

"Oh?" he smirked back "I'm sure your office is soundproof enough, right?"

She smacked his chest at that, her lips curved into a smile, her face flushed at the idea of his suggestion. "Get back to work!"

"Yes, of course, Attorney Kang," he leaned back, bowing mockingly before they both emerged themselves in their files.

tagging: @akinosakiya, @cathartichaoss, @affablewritesfables bc that conversation was everything that inspired this

[gamebunny-advance]

Nice. (+ Self Reflection)

Well, so far at least 5 of you have looked at that thing, which is about 3 more than I expected, so the fic is doing much better than I thought it would, so thanks for taking the time to check it out \(^o^)/

But it is in my nature to not shut the hell up about my inner thoughts, so here they are (warning, contains spoilers to "Heart and Soul"):

The main idea of getting separated from your parent on an elevator is based on something I saw in real life once, except it was an escalator and probably didn't involve robo-security. I always wondered what happened to those kids afterwards...

I really should have cut more out. I feel like there's just a little too much "nothing" happening.

Is calling Tatiana, "Miss Quartz" annoying? The idea with the narration early on is that while it's a third-person narrator, it's still mostly from Yinu's point of view, so her inner thoughts inform the narration more often than not. I dunno, it's kind of inconsistent, and I'll probably stick to something more traditional if I ever rewrite this.

I feel like I accidentally set up the hairbands to be more important than they actually were. They were just supposed to be the cause of the inciting incident, just something to get Yinu to the elevator, but since the front end is the most heavy with description, it put too much emphasis on them. There was one version of the draft where instead of the bandage, one of the bands was her token of appreciation, but it didn't make sense to me to give 1010 a wearable keepsake when his physical body is routinely destroyed, and it would have been lost over time. Having him just lose the memories should have been sad enough on its own. He doesn't need to lose what she gave him too.

I hope that I fixed most of the instances of 1010 being referred to as "it". He's supposed to be an "it" up until he has a proper name, but in an earlier version, the pronoun would change depending on who was focusing on him, so Yinu and Neon J. use "he/him" because they recognize him as a person while Mama and Tatiana use "it" because they don't. I thought it was confusing, so I tried to fix all of them, but there might be some remnants left over. OTL

I feel like I could have cut all this action if I'd just thought to set this during a power outage instead of having 1010 be willingly defiant. I didn't think about this until I was taking a shower after posting. Sometimes shower thoughts are useful. If I ever rewrite this fic, I'll try that out to see if I can keep it saccharine through the entire run. I didn't mean to play "Gotcha!" and make it sad out of nowhere, but that's just where it felt like it was going. If they were both lost due to a power outage, then I think them sticking together and not being able to find the adults is a little more justified.

I should have checked if "Heart and Soul" is actually in the public domain first. I don't think it is, so it doesn't make much sense for 1010 to be programmed with it as one of his default songs. But the whole fic was written around getting to the scene where they play that song together, so I was willing to bend that plausibility to get there.

I wrote this imagining 1010 with his MKI design, hence the cap, but the implication is that he's currently a MKII and then gets upgraded to MKIII. So... yeah. If I rewrite this, I'm gonna have to fix that.

It's not that I don't like stories where the robot outlives its human companions, and it has to learn to cope with that, I just feel like in reality, it would be more likely that the robot either breaks down or loses their memories before their human companion dies. Machines are fragile.

I hope I didn't write Yinu to seem too young. I'm not exactly sure how mature that age range is supposed to be. At 8, she'd be the equivalent of a 2nd or 3rd grader, so I figure this is an age where she can understand complex thought but just not have the vocabulary for it.