#oh hell yeah i'm definitely down for helping out with that kind of beta reading

[scekrex]

First off, LOVE your writing. Like, I’m literally obsessed 😫😫

But I wanted to request something, basically, just Adam wanting to experiment with Y/n cause he’s a little curious (bi-curious 😉) and just him being really awkward with it, like, HE. HAS. NOT. BEEN. THIS ANXIOUS AND SCARED about doing sexual stuff since his first time with EVE. Like, you’d think it would be easy to give a handjob while frotting but WHOOPS his hands are too. fucking. sweaty and the damn dicks keep slipping away and now he wants to die from the embarrassment. Like it’s THAT serious for him. (And it’s TOTALLY not because he has f-f-feelings for Y/n…. Definitely not…)

I really just like nervous bi-curious guys who need a little comforting in their sexuality. Cause I know that poor boy has internalized homophobia RIDDLED in his bones. (Like, how does he know that Angel is a pornstar in hell, but not know Alastor, one of the most famous overloads in hell?? Bro’s been watching that shit on the down-low)

All in all, he gives Church Pastor’s Closeted Gay Son vibes.

But yeah, I just want this boy to know, it’s ok for him to want to suck a dick and MAYBE kiss the homies goodnight (IDK sounds a little gay/j) 😭🙏

Okay okay okay, so Adam struggling with being bi? Fuck yeah. Like it seriously messes with his fucking head and he doesn't understand it at fucking all.

Is this the life, the one from your dreams?

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, handjob

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam's been acting kinda strange for the past few days - that means even stranger than he had been acting before. And somehow his strange behavior had led to the two of you sitting in your bedroom, dressed in nothing but boxershorts and having the most awkward conversation.

You and Adam had been close friends for a couple thousand years by now, he was your rotten soldier, your homeboy and you knew you meant just as much to him as he meant to you. But while you were okay with being queer, Adam had his problems with it. ‘I can't be gay, I'm fucking Adam, God didn't create me to be gay and suck dick' was one of the excuses he used the most whenever you addressed the topic. But this time it was different.

“So uhm, y'know how you're gay?” Good fucking job Adam, of course you would forget about something like that. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words and crooked your head a little, “What kind of question is that?” Yeah, that he was asking himself as well, what kind of question was that? His sweaty palm ran through his hair in order to cool himself down, it wasn't helping. Not the slightest bit. He was still nervously sweating and twitching, leaving you confused. “Yeah, stupid thing to ask I- fuck. I was wondering-” how would you ask for something like that anyway? ‘So I know you've said you'd smash me in the past, is that offer still on the table?’ Fuck no. “Yeah, fuckhead, that offer’s still on the table,” was your more than casual response to his question - which he had apparently voiced out loud. The brunette’s head snapped towards you, meeting your eyes for the first time ever since he had entered your apartment today, “What?” He sounded so confused and overwhelmed at the same time, his eyes reflected both excitement and anxiety. He looked so confident yet so insecure.

“Y’know, if ya wanna fuck around to find out, I'm your guy,” oh and how Adam adored yet hated the sound of that - he desperately wanted you to be his guy, though not only in the context of sex but rather as his boyfriend - not that he'd tell you though. So he simply just stared at you because what the fuck had you just said? “So if I like-” You interrupted him by placing your hand firmly on his thigh, he looked at your hand, then sought eye contact. “If ya wanna hook up I'm cool with that.”

But were you? Were you cool with ‘just hooking up’? No. But it was the most you could get, the closest you'd ever be to Adam and if Adam wanted you to be his fuck-buddy, you wouldn't turn it down. If fuck-buddy was all the first man had to offer, you'd gladly swallow it. Adam seemed to have noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, yet he was too scared to ask if you were sure - he knew he should have asked, but he was too afraid you'd change your mind last minute.

Your hand slowly crept closer up to his crotch and the brunette sitting in front of you let you, his curious golden eyes watched your every move carefully and once your hand had finally reached its destination, a quiet moan escaped him. He immediately didn't like the feeling - not the feeling itself, the feeling itself was purely divine. It was rather the feeling of giving up control that he didn't like, he felt lost, vulnerable and exposed. So he grabbed a hold of your wrist and moved it away from his body entirely, that earned him another confused look by you. “I know what I like, don't fucking care if it's done by a fucking chick or a dude. I wanna fucking find out how to-” he wasn't even able to say it, to say that he wanted to learn how to pleasure dudes, how to pleasure you. But you understood him, of course you did. Aside from Lute you knew him best, you were the one who could look right through his tough guy act but you never said a word about it. You saw the tiniest of emotions in his eyes, mostly even emotions Adam himself hadn't noticed.

So you wiggled out of his grip, grabbed his wrist instead and guided it straight to your crotch instead. The feeling of Adam's palm against your most sensitive part was different from what you had imagined it - it was better. His large palm had no issue cupping all of you and you couldn't help but lightly thrust up against his hot skin. The brunette's eyes widened, not in shock but in lust, the way your body reacted to his simple touch was amazing, purely wonderful. The fact that you also managed to hold eye contact while thrusting up against his palm and tiny moans falling from your lips - though he was sure you just did that to tease him - all those things did something to him. “Are ya gonna jerk me off or do I need to do that myself?” Fuck, your words were tempting, so so sweet and tempting, how could he refuse? And seriously, giving you a handjob couldn't be any different than jerking himself off, could it?

Well it very much could. Once your underwear had been snapped away by the first man, his hand was so sweaty that it kept losing its grip, your dick kept slipping out of his hand and while you truly didn't seem to mind it all that much given the fact that it was his first experience, Adam minded. He wanted this to be good, he wanted you to remember how good he was in bed, that his hand was feeling so much better than yours but how could he make you feel that way when he didn't even manage to jerk you off properly? He looked stressed, his body was tense and he was feeling many things but enjoyment wasn't one of them. And of course you had to notice all of this.

“Adam,” your voice sounded so soft, so understanding, like he was a child that had just broken a mug and you were their father, telling them that it is okay and the world wouldn't burn down because of one broken mug. “Relax,” you continued to speak, his eyes snapped up, met yours and you couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped your lips as your eyes met his. Frustration and fear was visible in them and honestly, you understood his position, you had been there too. Of course it had been a while - quite a long while actually, but you had been there too. “I am fucking relaxed,” was his response as he tried to tighten the grip around your erection in order to jerk you off - yet his hand slipped away again. “Fuck- I-” you were quick to interrupt him, one hand came to rest on his knee, “We can stop, we don't-” “Fuck no, I'm not gonna stop.” Well that was certainly good to know, yet he didn't seem quite comfortable with the situation he was in, the exact opposite seemed to be the case - or was he just that nervous? Could it be?

You grabbed a hold of Adam's wrist, then guided his hand up and down by it. “Start slowly,” you hummed as you watched with delight how his hand moved up and down your shaft. While this was far from perfect, it was pretty good, better than using your own hand. The fact that it was Adam who was jerking you off added a lot of pleasure to the picture, it was always easier to get off when the person you fancied is the one doing the work. “I fucking know how to fucking jerk someone off, it’s not like I’ve never fucking done it,” he umbled, sounding slightly annoyed by you treating him like an inexperienced child - and while you certainly knew that, jerking yourself off and jerking your partner (or in this case someone else entirely) off were two completely different things to do. He knew how he liked it, he knew how he had to twist his own hand to cause pleasure to take over his body, he knew how fast and rough he liked it - he knew nothing about that when it came to you. So you let go of his wrist and watched as his hand slipped off your dick once again, frustation was written all over his face - fuck this was so . For that he had bragged about how fucking awesome he was in bed regardless the gender. He had said once or twice that he was certain he could pleasure a dude just as well as a chick, there was no big difference after all - his words, not yours. “Mhm, I can see,” you teased the first man with a soft chuckle, it wasn’t a big deal that he was nervous, you understood, you had been there too - that was a couple thousand years in the past, of course, but you had been there too. “Oh shut the fuck up,” he bit back - or well, at least he had intended to bite back, there was not a single bit of harshness in his voice though, if anything he sounded defeated. “This is not a competition, y’know? I’m not gonna go out of this and compare you to former experiences,” and in God’s mighty name, Adam truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as patient and understanding as you. Because how? How could you stay so calm and collected yet looked so happy and pleased with the situation you were in while the brunette was going through one crisis after another? How was it possible for it to feel so right to have his hand wrapped around your erection and yet he felt so overwhelmed by it? Why couldn’t you simply yell at him for being a fuck-up? That way he could hate himself and you, but this way? This way the only person he could truly hate was himself. Because he wanted to pleasure you, wanted you to feel amazing, to come undone by his touch and voice and presence - simply by him and him alone. He wanted you to enjoy this, he didn’t want you, however, to guide him through this. But he knew that was part of the learning process. He had to learn what you liked and then he had to learn how to fulfill those desires of yours.

“This isn’t about how you have to be perfect,” your voice was filled with softness, Adam was sure at this point it was simply a warm, comforting blanket that you used to wrap around him in order to put his mind at ease. But it was, wasn’t it? Because who were to say you would fool around with him ever again if he wasn’t good? You’d either pleasure yourself or go and seek that somewhere else from someone else and that the first man really didn’t want. No way he wanted someone else to see how glorious you looked, drowning in lust and desire - he wanted to be the only one. His eyes seemed to be reflecting at least some of his wishes because your hand came up to cup his cheek and the second your warm, soothing palm made contact with his face - the gentle kind of contact, of course - he leaned into your touch like it was his second nature. “Lemme guide you, just this one time. Next time you can have all the control ya want.” The brunette’s eyes widened at your words, a promise for another time, “What?” You chuckled, clearly amused by his surprise, “You thought I’d let ya off the hook after I show you how I like my men?” Your men, your men, your men. Those words repeated in Adam’s head over and over again and while the logical part of him knew how you had meant it, the emotional side of him was going wild over your phrasing. Your men, your men, your men. He was your man - well, somehow that wasn’t wrong though, he was the one trying to get you off after all. His brain seemed to malfunction at the sheer thought of it, which caused another chuckle to bubble from your throat, “This won’t be a one-time-thing for as long as you don’t want it to remain a one-time-thing.”

Was that the right thing to say? Was it okay to offer more to him? You knew that one day you’d drown in this, one day the offer you had just made would backfire, would hurt you. It would crush your heart and leave a thousand little pieces, but right now you knew it was the closest you could get and you were willing to pay the price of ending up hurt in the future for as long as the present remained to feel so good, so pure, so fucking amazing. Adam pulled his hand from your dick, drawing a needy moan at the loss of friction from you, a grin stretched across his lips and a cocky, “Patience, babes,” followed quickly. The brunette wiped his hand off on the backsheets, getting rid of most of the sweat that had collected on the inside of his palm, then he went back to word and did as you had told him - he settled for a slower therefore firmer pace, and look at that, it worked. “Fuck,” you muttered underneath your breath as your head lulled backwards, exposing your throat to Adam and the first man wanted nothing more than to dive in and mark you up, he wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him, that he had claimed you as his and only his even though you didn’t know about that yet. But he didn’t. He wasn’t sure if that was a line he was allowed to cross, jerking you off and watching you fall apart by his hand was one thing, leaving marks that would stay for days was another level though. A level he had yet to reach. “Keep that- oh fucking shit, just like that,” you hummed as the first man twisted his hand experimentally and watched as your eyes slipped close. Pleasure was shooting through your veins and you made sure to be as vocal as possible about it to let him know he was doing a great job - directly praising Adam seemed like something that would scare the first man off, so you had to keep it subtle yet not hidden, he clearly needed the affirmation you offered him.

His movements became steadier, more confident and a little quicker as well, he was growing used to the feeling of having his hand wrapped around another dick and he loved to watch your face, he noticed the little details - how your eyes would squeeze shut whenever you were to moan for him, how your head twitched so slightly whenever he twisted his hand the right way. Adam had not known that someone could look this holy, like he had imagined you’d look absolutely heavenly falling apart underneath his touch, but the reality he was experiencing was so much better. Pride filled him as he felt you thrusting up into his touch - that meant he wasn’t completely fucking up which counted as a win in his book so far, yet he wanted to be better for you, he wanted you to remeber him as your best - not just any hook-up, his ego wouldn’t be able to handle that. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. “Talk to me,” you basically begged him with a needy whine and yet another thrust upwards and it took the brunette a moment to process your words and figure out what they were trying to tell him, then it clicked. Dirty talk. That would be the same as it is with chicks, right? “Look at the fucking dirty mess you are, fucking hell,” he breathed the words out as he leaned forwards, his lips were now gently brushing against your ear and he playfully tested the water by nibbling on your earlobe - a surprised yet not unpleasant gasp escaped your body, followed by a throaty groan and a harsh thrust of your hips, “More, please Adam.” And oh fuck, the brunette was sure he’d cream his fucking pants if you were to keep moaning his name like that. It was otherworldly, his name falling from your lips in the way they did, staining it, dirting it, and yet the first man couldn’t care less. His grip tightened a little, earning him a moan filled with pure desire and lust, to Adam it was music. “Keep it u- oh fuck,” the first man didn’t give you enough air to breathe, he had figured out how to move and twist his hand in order to get more of these delicious sounds to fall from your lips, he felt like you were an open book for him to read even though he basically knew nothing about your likes and dislikes yet. However, he planned on changing that in the future. For now, he wanted to make you cum. And his plan seemed to work out pretty well, because it was just a few moments later that you lifted your hips off the bed, your back hit the mattress as you fell backwards, exposing yourself to Adam in all your glory and the first man loved every single bit of it. “Close,” it was only a whisper, barely audible and the brunette had almost missed it - almost. He decided to try and quicken his pace a little, he swept his thumb over your slit, not only to tease you but also to use your pre-cum as lube - just how he had seen it in the demon porn he watched every now and then. The dudes that had fucked Angel Dust had made it all look so easy but now he knew better, it was hard word. But it was hard work he was willing to do if that meant he got to hear your soft cires and lusty moans.

And before his mind could even catch onto what was happening, your back was arching and hot white semen covered his hand and your stomach. You were breathing heavily and in amazement Adam watched as your chest rose and fell. “Fuck,” you muttered, your eyes were still closed as you tried your best to catch your breath, “Not fucking bad for your first time, big guy.” The grin on your lips was cocky, playful and definitely only there to tease Adam - he knew that. “Not fucking bad? I’d say I was pretty fucking amazing,” ah there it was his usual confidence. You had wondered where it had gone, it was good to know it was back. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” you hummed and were about to turn around, yet the brunette stopped you by pinning your shoulders against the mattress, where the sudden return of his confidence came from he didn’t know, his body was on autopilot, he was done holding back. He had held back for too long and his body seemed pretty done with it. He looked down at you, your eyes met his as you opened them slowly. The first man was hovering above you, pinning you down firmly yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. “So?” you cockily asked, raising an eyebrow at the first man above you, “Are ya gonna kiss me now or what?”

[keiths-stupid-mullet]

spookyknight replied to your post “1: hi! 2: I'm new to klanceland, just trying to eek out some fanfic...”

Whoaaa that's the resource I've been needing, thanks! And thanks for your willingness :) I'm an English student, so I'm fairly ok with line-level stuff. It's voices and characterization and plot points that are my biggest hurdles at this point...you know, the basic building blocks of a story? -_-'' Doyle didn't expect Sherlock Holmes to be such a hit, but hey. It was on point and so is your story. Just makes readers want more, I will keep making my way through!

...the resource... you’ve been needing..... are you talking about me? or the fic rec tag? :’D i added a link to your question btw just in case it was the fic rec tag you were talking about

oh phew that’s good :D english is the thing i’m struggling with the most so we’re all good then. i can definitely help out with voices, characterizations and plot/world building stuff~

ahahaha, i’ll be sure to remember that :P i guess it’s just a little surreal? i wrote it in 1-2 days after another very stressful exam week, it was supposed to be a vent thing, kind of. and apparently it blew up... it’s because this fandom is obsessed with langst i know it you know it let’s not lie to ourselves any longer

/edit [putting it under a read more because... yeah long post now]

also: hey, they call me spooky and I am a sucker for the get-together. that post that goes 'i have read/written my otp fall in love 1k times and I shall read/write them falling in love 1k more'? Gimme all of that, that transformation to *more*. That character growth and change. hurt/comfort or angst/resolution or conflict/kissing, I want characters to be happy but it's best when they earn it! that's my fave. Good luck with studying *\o/*

GETTING TOGETHER IS ALSO GOOD. VERY GOOD,,,, the actual “falling in love” part is kinda hard for me for some reason? but writing the exact scene where they get together is fun~ i’m bad at character growth i think ajsdhfgjfd 

Haha, i think i like them being happy the best, no earning involved :P the thing that always makes me add angst are the stupid boys themselves, they are just so bad at communicating that they always somehow add angst to it -__-’

Thanks!! :D

[thiamfresh]

Heyyyy I love you're writing. I'm obsessed with airplane❤️❤️❤️. I had 2 prompt ideas. So whatever you find best. First one is Thiam waking up married. They don't know how but they're married and living in a house that is apparently theres. Or Thiam get handcuffed together as a prank from the pack and have to deal with getting through the day stuck together😊

Not gonna lie. I did not stick to either of these prompts. I just remembered ‘Theo and Liam handcuffed together.” and wrote it on my phone last night so uh..sorry about that. Read under the cut

“Just do it!” Liam hissed.

“I can’t! It’s too tight.” Theo growled. “You’re smaller if I push and you pull-”

“We tried that. Yours is skinnier okay so just, put some more lube on and-”

“It doesn’t matter about the wrist it’s hand size you idiot.” Theo said, snatching the lube from Liam and tossing it across the room. He sat with a heavy thump on the end of Liam’s bed his arm dangling in mid-air as Liam refused to follow him. “It’s not going to work.”

“So you’re just giving up?” Liam gasped.

“Yes.” Theo huffed.

“But-”

“Liam. It’s been an hour, we’re both bleeding and covered in strawberry lube. It’s time to give up.” Theo said, desperate for Liam to for once concede defeat. Liam eyed him for a moment before he finally moved, taking a seat next to Theo. Theo let out a small gasp of relief when he found himself able to lower his arm.

“So what do we do?” Liam asked picking at the duvet cover.

“They said one day.” Theo said. “So we just…last the day.” Liam caught his eyes in horror as if Theo had just suggested murdering a puppy for fun. “Well, what’s your plan then?”

“Anything else!” Liam said. Theo’s eyes slid down to their hands, lube splattered their forearms mixed in with blood from where they’d tried to yank their hands out of the tight cuffs keeping them together. Theo had been fairly sure he’d covered the bases of ‘Liam and lube’ situations during his late night, or early morning, or shower, fantasies and yet, even so, he’d never had this particular scenario pop into his head.

“I’m not ripping my hand off to get out of them.” Theo said. “You can if you want but otherwise we’re just going to have to suck it up and wait it out.”

“Fine.” Liam huffed, crossing his arms, or at least he attempted too only to stop when Theo’s arm followed his. “This is going to be a long day.”

“I’m going to kill Mason. You know that right.” Theo said.

“I’m tempted to help you.” Liam grumbled.

Theo would like to say that it started like any normal day but it didn’t. He’d woken up to being dragged off of the couch, handcuffs cutting into his wrist as Liam tried to chase Mason out of the living room.

Mason had refused to divulge why he had decided to handcuff them together when they’d fallen asleep while playing video games. Or why he was apparently so invested in the plan that he’d found cuffs strong enough to hold two pissed off supernatural creatures.

He hadn’t said much actually, not through his hysterical laughing as they’d tried to manoeuvrer their way towards him without accidentally ripping the other’s hand clean off. Just that they had to survive one day attached to each other.

Really, it shouldn’t be that hard to do. They lived together, they went to school together, they were basically attached at the hip anyway. The main problem Theo could think of was just going to the bathroom and even that didn’t seem too bad. He could survive a day without a shower and public toilets generally meant you were constantly standing next to another person while you were pissing anyway. So twenty-four hours of being stuck to Liam, well, it definitely wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d ever been through.

Liam seemed to disagree.  Which is how Theo ended up sitting on the edge of Liam’s bed at 9am on a Wednesday morning covered up to the elbow in strawberry flavoured lube Liam had scrounged from the bottom of his draw. Maybe hell hadn’t been nice, but at least It made sense.

Theo piked at Liam’s duvet, using the corner to wipe at the lube smeared down his forearm.

“We should skip school today.” Liam said.

“You think?” Theo snorted. Liam shifted, eyes flickering to Theo and then away again, he shifted again looking almost…guilty. “What did you do?”

“what? Me? Nothing-”

“Liam. I know that look. That’s your - don’t look at me I’m innocent look. What have you done?”

“Nothing.”

“Did you piss Mason off or something? Is that why he did this? Some twisted revenge or-”

“I have no idea about any of this.” Liam said shaking the cuffs. Theo’s eyes flickered to Liam’s chest as he heard the beta’s heartbeat stutter.

“You’re lying.” Theo said.

“No I’m not!” Liam lied.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Liam hissed, moving to run away.

“Liam-”

“I said nothing! Okay, so just drop-” Theo would have laughed at the way Liam was foiled from an escape attempt by the handcuffs holding them together if he weren’t too busy glowering down at his aching wrist as Liam tugged it trying to storm away.

“What do you know Liam?” Theo said, following Liam up off the bed.

“I don’t know any-”

“Lie.” Theo sung. “Really, if you’re going to try to bullshit me you should at least-”

“I told him I like you!” Liam growled, shoving hard at Theo’s chest, a move that would have sent him flying back were it not for their cuffed wrists. Instead, it did little more than leave a nasty gash in Liam’s wrist as he caught Theo’s weight through the cuffs. The beta didn’t even seem to notice. Theo watched wide eyes a Liam hunched on himself, brimming anger and embarrassment. “I told him I like you. You stupid prying asshole.” He repeated, voice softer despite the harsh words.

“Like me as in-”

“Yes. As in..that.” Liam said with a wave, Theo was forced to follow the movement with his own hand. eyes wide and heartbeat cantering embarrassingly in his chest. Liam Liked him. Liam dropped his hand when he noticed Theo was being forced to gesture along with him.  “And he kept saying you like me back-” Theo winced, had he really been that obvious about his crush on Liam that even a human could pick it up? “Which I know isn’t true!” Liam assured him quickly. “I know that you’re not interested in me and that’s..that’ totally fine.” Liam said, in a pinched voice that told Theo Liam really didn’t think it was fine. “But he kept insisting that he knew better than me and so I said..well. I said you wouldn’t look twice at me even if we were handcuffed together and you know..i think he’s-”

“Trying to prove you wrong.”

“Yeah.” Liam said, nodding stiffly. He shifted again, eyes still refusing to meet Theo’s. “Well. This has been fun but I’m gonna go cut my hand off now so-” A laugh bubbled out of Theo’s chest.

“You’re really overdramatic.” Theo said, catching Liam’s lubed up hand in his own before he could drag them both downstairs to be mentally scarred by the sight of a teenaged werewolf chopping his hand off with a blunt cooking knife.

“What are you doing?” Liam asked, finally meeting his eyes. Theo shrugged, fingers tightening in Liam’s as he pushed closer, chests pressing together.

“What’s it look like?”  

“It sort of looks like you’re hitting on me.” Liam said squeakily. “But-”

“But nothing. I am hitting on you.” Theo said softly.

“Why?”

“Because Mason was right.” Theo said, swaying in ready to press his lips to Liam’s.

“Hey no!” Liam hissed, Theo reeled back as Liam’s hand smacked against his face, palm blocking Theo’s lips from coming any closer. “You can’t kiss me today.” Liam said seriously. “If we kiss today then he’s won and-” Theo huffed, slapping Liam’s hand down.

“Are you serious? You say you like me and I say it back-”

“Technically never said it-”

“I imply it back!” Theo corrected hotly. “And try to kiss you and you won’t because it would be proving your best friend right?” He asked stiffly. Liam raised an eyebrow in an obvious yes. “Oh for fu- You’re insane, you know that right?”

“I can’t just let him win!” Liam exclaimed.

“Who cares who wins if we’re happy?” Theo snapped.

“What kind of hallmark bullshit is that? Everyone cares who wins! You once broke a window during Uno. you can’t stand here and tell me you don’t want to win.”

“For me winning is being with you.” Theo growled. Liam’s eyes widened, his lips parting in a way that was just really unfair when Theo had been simultaneously told that Liam wanted to kiss him and that he was unable to kiss Liam in the same conversation.

“Aww that’s really-”

“Shut the fuck up I’m not sweet.” Theo growled before Liam could finish. “I just mean I don’t see how this-” Theo said waving at the distance between them, small though it may be. “-is winning. When we could be-”

“Because if we kiss Mason wins!”

“I’ve said I like you, Mason already wins.” Theo reasoned.

“Yeah but he doesn’t know that, and we won’t let him know that so-”

“So why can’t I kiss you and we just not tell Mason about it?”

“That isn’t….” Liam paused, eyes widening  “Oh.” He breathed, tongue darting out across his lips as his gaze flickered down to Theo’s mouth. “That…Is a very good-” Theo didn’t wait for Liam to finish talking before he was moving, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss that Liam returned wholeheartedly.

[weatheredlawmoved]

11, 12, 13, 16, 18, and 49. I look up to you as a writer, btw. And i'm glad you've given us an opportunity to pick at that writing brain of yours :)

Oh gosh that is really sweet! I truly hope i haven't let you down my friend. 

11. Describe my writing process: ah boy okay. Well i usually just. Start. I typically have a beginning ij mind or a particular scene, but i tend to write in order from first line to last because a lot of times a scene for later on ill have doesnt work after ive started and i dont want to change all that. I like to listen to music sometimes, but usually only if its like. The somg ive based the entire story om or the song i know the title will come from. I do that a lot. I get distracted quite often as well and i will edit mid write and fix things before i move on several times. Summary sometimes comes to me at the start but usually that is the last thing. Then a title goes on and poof! Uouve got a story from yours truly! 

12. How do i deal wit self doubts? Well i definitely do have them. The stupid amount of self confidence i seem to possess comes with its downsides and thats when i grt into a rut i crash. And i crash hard. So i do my best to just read some old stuff or even go work on something else. I absolutely hate comment culture but your kind words more often than not can pull me put of a deep rut. 

13. How do i deal with writers block? Well a lot if my writers block comes from trying to force something into a story that doesnt belong. Something i learned through child care is tat if its not working ten its time to stop. Im not using this idea correctly. This character doesnt belong in this scene. Ill take them out, ill change it up. Giving yourself a different perspective can help. 

16. Where do i take my motiviation from? Lots of places! Music, other peoples writing, great and inspiring comments. All of it helps. Many times the source material motivates me if i, writing fic, which is the bulk of my writing at this point. I get it from all over really. 

18. Revision/rewrite process? Im the literal worst. I dont do a lot of revision after. Most of it comes in the middle. Sometimes at the end ill rewrite something but idk. Im a big beleiver in if it works right now theres no point in fixing it. If it aint broke as they say. I fix spelling errors a lot of times after its published and ive gotten some sleep because i have no dedicated beta reader to remind me that ive repeated or replaced a word because my brain was a line ahead of my fingers. Im NOT the person to get recision tips from. I suck. 

49. Hardest to write? Hmmmm it depends. Sometimes i have endings all planned actually. I find beginnings to be rather tricky. My endings are always cheesy as hell im good at that. And ive really learned to develop the middle of a story by just making everyone miserable and then sorting that out later. Starts are hard though. I cant tell you how many times ive backed out of a fic because the frist few paragraphs just dont draw me in. And i am SURE folks have done that to my work as well. But yeah. Starts my friend. Tough. 

Thank you again i hope you liked the brain pickings you got to see! Im not organized or good at being a professional writer. Ive been told many times. 

[cupidkihyun]

Bangtan reaction for a shifter/mates/alpha-beta-omega au where they smell you for the first time? I'm sorry I'm so odd ㅠㅅ ㅠ

Here it is! And no it wasn’t odd at all I love reading these type of scenarios, so it was fun to write it. I kind of combined the alpha, beta, and omega with the mate one :3

*Warning: Slight Harassment*

Seokjin: Jin had been enjoying his day outside, just walking along a nature trail close to his house when he saw you walking up ahead of him. He wondered what a cute girl like you was walking all alone on this secluded path. 

You were listening to music, minding your own business, when suddenly you tripped over a tree branch and fell flat on your hands and knees. Well that was gonna leave a mark.

“Omg. Are you okay?”, you heard someone yell from behind you.

“Umm probably not”, you chuckled as you attempted to stand up. You were on the verge of falling over again as the stranger caught you in his arms. You knees and hands were starting to bleed as you looked down a them.

“Um. I’ll carry you home if you want, you can’t walk home like this”, Jin said. 

“Oh, you don’t have to”

“I insist. I’m Jin”

“Alright, I’m Y/N, my house is about a 15 minute walk from here”

As you were being carried you leaned back into Jin’s chest and your hair was right under his face and he leaned forward and he caught your scent. It was light and flowery with a hint of cinnamon. It had him stopping in his tracks. His mind was yelling mate, but he didn’t want to scare you off.

 “Am I too heavy”, you asked. You were concerned he was struggling. 

“Umm no, you just smell really good”, he said. He sounded like he was struggling with an inner conflict, but you let it go.

“Hahaha umm thanks”, you said. 

He continued walking down the path and little did you know that next month you would be dating the shy Beta. 

Yoongi: Yoongi had stepped outside to clear his head a little since he had been writing all day. And as he was looking at his phones you rushed past him and your scent nearly knocked him over. You smelt like fresh cut grass and rain. It was intoxicating. 

As you were rushing by you dropped your headphones out of your bag, completely oblivious to what you dropped. He quickly picked them up and yelled after you. 

“Ummm Miss, you dropped these”, he yelled after you.

You quickly look around and see that a very attractive man was holding up your headphones. His eye seemed to be glowing a little, but you shook it off as you being sleep deprived. 

“Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would do without these”

You tried to grab them back from him but he held them to his chest.

“You can only have them back if I get your number”, he said.

“Are you kidding”, you said.

“No”

“Fine”

You handed him your phone and he handed his to you. You both typed in each others numbers and he gave you back your headphones, but not before he pulled you into his chest smelling you.

You heard a small “fuck” come out of his mouth, before he let you go. The alpha was definitely smitten with you and he just wanted to make you his. 

Hoseok: Hoseok had run to the corner store to get some snacks for the members and he got in line behind you. You were buying just a few small things for your night out that you always had with your friends. 

He looked over your shoulder to see what you were buying and he caught a whiff of your scent and he immediately let out a low growl. He felt very possessive of you, especially since you were in public. You smelled like cotton candy and snow.

Once you had paid you waited outside for a cab. Hoseok came up and stood beside you, just looking.He cleared his throat causing you to look up at him.

“Umm Sorry, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re gorgeous”

“Oh thank you”, you said, giggling at his little smile. 

“Do you want my number?” you asked.

“Oh umm, only if you want to”, he blushed.

“Sure, give me your phone”

You typed your number in and just as you finished your cab pulled up.

“Well I’ll see you around”, you said.

Little did you know that you would be seeing a lot of the young beta in next few months. 

Namjoon: Namjoon had just gotten off of work and was making his way home when he saw you looking at your phone and looking around you. It seemed like you were lost, you also looked like you were not from around the area.

“Excuse me but do you need any help?”

You turned around so fast whipping your hair in the stranger’s face.

Namjoon almost pounced you right there. You smelled like peppermint and tree bark. He was pretty sure you were his mate, but he didn’t have any prior knowledge to tell if you were so he would try to get your number. Alphas always get what they want. 

“Omg. You speak English?”

“Haha yes i do. Are you looking for anywhere particular?”, he asked you.

“Ummm yeah this”, you said as you handed him your phone with the address on your screen.

“Oh thats right where I’m going. You can follow me”

“Oh great, thanks….”

“Namjoon”

“Thanks Namjoon. I’m Y/N”

“Nice to meet you Y/N”

Jimin: Jimin had just gotten done with dance practice and was in the hallway going out of the building. You happened to be waiting for your friend who worked there and saw him coming down the hallway. 

You said hello and as he passed by he was hit with your scent.He couldn’t help himself, he went straight up to you and pushed you against the wall, putting his head in your neck, breathing deeply. You smelled like vanilla and he was drowning in your scent. 

“Uhh Jimin, what are you doing”

“Sorry, you just uh smell really really good”, he confessed. He let you go and backed up a few spaces.

“You’re Allison’s friend right? Can I have your number?”

“Oh um. Sure”

You both exchanged numbers, but before he turned to leave he kissed you cheek and ran out of the building. He was so excited that he finally found his mate.

Taehyung: V was at a club for one of the first times of the new year. He scanned the crowd but couldn’t find anyone that made his stomach flip. 

You walked past him and he stood as still as a statue, you smelled like lavender and blackberries. He followed you to the bar and offered to buy you a drink to which you accepted, cause hey you were there for a good time. 

You two stepped out onto the dance floor together and started dancing to the music. He was behind you grinding his growing length into your ass, you had an enormous effect on him. 

“Damn baby, you smell so good”

“Is that why you’re all worked up?”, you giggled in his ear. 

“You’re asking for it”

“Then give it to me”

He immediately led you off the dance floor and to his car. This Alpha was going to show you who, just how much you meant to him.

Jungkook:  Jungkook was staring out at Han River as he listened to his music. It was so relaxing to him and he needed to be alone after promotions. He closed his eyes and a few minutes later they shot open. It was the most alluring scent he had smelled. It was a mix of Cherry Blossom and a sweet fragrance that he couldn’t identify. 

He looked up to  see you standing a few feet away, staring at the water. He got up and stalked towards you, stopping beside you.

“It’s so calming, don’t you think”, you said. 

“Yeah, I always come here when I want to be alone”

“Me too”, you whispered. 

“I’m Jungkook”

“Y/N”, you said smiling up at him.

“So what are you listening to?”

“Oh just some songs that I want to cover”

“You can sing? Can i hear some?”

He blushed and looked at the ground, but sang anyways. His voice filled your ears and you couldn’t help but swoon. 

“Woah, you have a beautiful voice”

“Thank you. Can I have your number?”

“Hell yeah. Any man who can sing like that can get my number” 

 As you two parted ways he couldn’t help but stare at your retreating form. His alpha instincts were telling him to run after you, but he enjoyed a chase.

~ Admin Unnie