#ok ill stop talking to myself now gn

[just-mya-writing]

Me rn, watching the worm post doin numbers knowing full well I'mma gonna gotta do more

(art by me on my dying phone)

[professormingisglasses]

QUESTIONS...

FFwriter X idolseonghwa (kinda)

TW: talks of anxiety and mental illnesses, starts of like smutty(?)… but trust it's not like that. (let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: This is me getting used to writing for Hwa, I hope it isn’t too cringey but this concept came to me while daydreaming haha. Also I feel like it would funny if this ever happened to an atiny IRL. Anyways enjoy, and for the most part I think it’s gn! but once again let me know and give feedback :)

XO your fave shinestar ;)

(I’m Ot8 for the most part, I CANNOT CHOOSE and I don’t want to hehe. You’ll see further down what I mean)

He pried me away from the crowd and sat me down one of the velvety couches in the hallway. “Why did you bring me here?” I ask Seonghwa hazed and dizzy from the dance floor. “I called three times and you didn’t answer, do you have any clue how worried I was,” he gritted out while roughly brushing his hands through his obsidian locks. Finally coming to my senses, “But why, after all the things I said about yo-” he cuts me off, crashing his plump lips into mine and he carefully press my back into the velvet. I groan against his lips as he grabs a fist of my hair to allow access to my neck. “Tell me if you want to stop sweetheart,” he mutters in between the nibbles and nips at my neck. I’m so heady all I can offer him is whiney hum, I never want him to shit.

“Why did I write that,” I aggressively erase my mistake while frantically peaking at the time on the top of my computer, 3:25 AM. My readers will just have to wait for the next part, I tell myself as I quickly finish up the loose ends to make a cliffhanger. “Sorry for the ending guys,” I sound out while typing my authors note, “Please be patient and ready for a part two, XO your fav shinestar ;).” I press post, setting my laptop on my haphazardly organised desk and crawl into bed. Catching a glimpse of my alarm clock; 3:36 AM. Groaning into my pillow*,* I punch my clock giving myself three hours of sleep before I have to run down to the station for work. I dream about meeting Seonghwa and riding away into the sunset with him on a horse, Picture perfect, I smile to myself.

The clock has been going off for the past ten minutes, I grab the stupid thing and ram the off button. WHY DID I DECIDE TO PICK THIS JOB OUT OF ALL THE OTHER OFFERS I GOT UGHHH. I drag myself out my bed and head to the bathroom to look half decent while taking interviews with out-touch-with-reality celebrities. My current job at a gossip magazine was to make ends meet, heavens know I despise this job and all I want to do is work with artists. My true passion was to become a music journalist, diving deeper with the artists on their albums and understanding who they are behind the mic was all I want to do but alas I have to survive. Plus this is closest I can get to meeting some of my role models, for now that is.

“Eventually we will get there, but first let’s get through today,” I slap my face in my car mirror to psyche myself up before entering the office. Even before I can properly enter the office lobby, I spot a rougue human hurtling towards me. “Girl- woahhh,” my office bestie nearly crashes into me, so I her shoulders and face towards me. “YOU HAVE TO GET TO THE MAKE-UP DEPARTMENT NOWWW,” she pushes me hastily along the office floor and I try my best not to fall flat on my face and acknowledge my coworkers. “First of all, WHY?!” I question as soon as we stop. “Second of all, why the fuck are our co-workers looking at me like I stole their paychecks ?” her face goes ghost-white. “Hello, are you ok?” What is up with this girl…

That’s when I hear him chuckle,

my heart dropped

I send an SOS and he’s-behind-me-isn’t-he? sharply to my friend, and in return receiving an encouraging yeah-hahahhahaha-but-you-got-this. I carefully turn myself to face Seonghwa, “Excuse me, are you who is supposed to interview me today? Sorry for any last minute trouble,” I feel the Earth shift beneath me and feel a shock that could send me into my grave along with my ancestors. “Yup yup,” my friend covers up for my shaken state. “Just give us a few moments to prep,” she leads me away. “HWAT !?” our make-up team promptly gets to work after not-so-gently placing my into a chair. “You got this, alright,” my friend shoves the interview questions I’ve worked on in my free-time, turning over in my head, thinking of that What if I ever got to meet him. I look over the questions, the words and letter slide around the page and my heart begins to pound with a strong presence. But they aren’t perfect, I am not ready. My thoughts are left as scattered as my questions.

I sit opposite Seonghwa, lit by the studio lights looking like the angel he is and fitted into a simple sweater and grey trousers that fit the homelness of the set. I cannot bring myself to look up at him as the make-up touch up his face and he glances towards me, my hands grip my clipboard with ferocity. “We can start whenever you are ready,” the director shouts out. “Ok, thank you,” Seonghwa replies politely. “Like he said whever you are ready,” I feel a gentle touch on my finger tips. I meet his face as he pulls back, he’s contorted with concern, but with a firmness that is comforting. I can’t help to think to myself of the times where his lives and content helped with my anxiety, and more importantly helped me to feel like I deserve to exist.

Thank you Seonghwa, let me prove to you and myself it was worth it.

With a deep breathe I signal to the staff that I am ready, “So you will be releasing a solo album soon..”

The interview had gone by somewhat smoothly, but minimal stuttering and edits which is a win for me. “Thank you for your time, anyways that’s all from me, your fav shinestar,” I finish cheekily.

I head to the roof after grabbing a muffin to munch on and clear my thoughts. I hear a door open but muffled as I stare into the baby blue scenery the sky displays. The knots that wind up during an anxiety attack slowly unfurl as I create shapes out of the fluffy clouds. “Good job by the way, you did amazing,” Seonghwa begins gently. I swiftly face him watching as the wind picks up his dark hair that the stylists, graciously, had left loose and soft. His eyes meet mine when the wind settles down after dancing around him in joy, leaving him with his signature smile. Absolutely mesmerised, I’ve forgotten to reply back, “Sorry, thank you” I shake myself awake. “Don’t be,” he tilts his head as though offended by my apology. “Also,” he jumps up, “your fics are just as good too. I love the way you portray me in each character, makes me feel like a shapeshifter,” he chuckles. I chock on my muffin,

HE’S READ MY FICS ?!

“Thank you ?” I force out settling myself. After he assures I’m ok, he continues his attack on my wellbeing. “I thought they would be more you know…” he fades off with smirk, I chock once more on my poor muffin, “I know what Atiny like…” he turns away. “HAHAHAHAhAHAHHA, yeah” I laugh obnoxiously. Sensing my obviously convincing casualness, “thank you again.” He shifts the conversation to something I don’t pick up right away because all I can think about what he was saying.

THANK THE HEAVENS THAT MY SMUT IS ON A WHOLE OTHER ACOUNT

Sending my thanks to anyone looking out for me, I tune into the conversation with Seonghwa, today was perfect and sweet like him. What more could I ask for, right?

This is what I sent to my poor best friend in the late hours of the night:

(i’m too tired to continue but basically, last minute she finds out she’s interviewing Seonghwa as he’s releasing his own album soon and after some nearly embarrassing moments, he realises that is the author of some of his most favourite ff of himself, and confesses this to her. She gets flustered but appreciates his words, he jokes about how he thought that the fics would be more raunchy since he knows what atiny like, and she brushes it off casually by laughing but thanks all the forces of the universe that her smut is on another more hidden account.)

(Sorry and love you lots !!!!)

[themeganator5000]

1, 3, 13, 23!

sorry, this got kinda long lol. it has been a Day.

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

oooohohojhhh babe u know what this is kinda a toughie.

Okay so like content-wise my favorite fic is absolutely “One Night in Portorosso” because that had, in my opinion, some of my funniest jokes and my favorite scientifically-backed tongue descriptions. as all good smut fics should have.

But sentimentally speaking, “Professor” will always hold a special place in my heart for being the first smut fic I ever wrote <3 💕

I was literally so excited after I finished it, I’m gonna paint you an unnecessarily detailed word picture cause I got time and why the fuck not.

Okay so the idea for a Luca-teacher-roleplay smut fic had been tumbling around in my noggin for some time just cause what else am I supposed to be thinking about during longass chemical engineering lectures?? But it was only during my usual 3pm Saturday shower that the first lines hit me and everything just started to flow from there. So naturally I was like ‘DAMN thats good’ and rushed outta the shower and started typing in my notes app the second I sat down in my beanbag chair, hair still sopping wet and dressed in my bath robe. And I just! kept going! for like 5? or so hours I think it was?? Anyway I wrote that whole puppy in one sitting and did not stop until it was dark outside and my entire Saturday was gone. Absolutely worth it, of course.

I remember texting my friends (one of whom is asexual and is unfortunately bound by the laws of friendship to be eternally annoyed by my newfound love of smut) about how proud I was to have actually written smut! like orgasm and all!! (They were proud of me too, if perhaps a bit taken aback, bless their hearts 🥰) Anyway I still had barely eaten at all that day so I had to bike to the nearest open dining hall and I’ll never forget that feeling of exhilaration I felt, riding unreasonably fast through the dark, empty streets of my college campus, and how incredibly shocked and proud and excited and liberated I was because I wrote smut!! And that’s something I can do now!!!! And I actually did a pretty good job too!!!!!!!!!

And I have not stopped writing since <3

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏good question i like this question.

Hhhhhhhhhhhh there are SO MANY lines I like in my writing…….. I honestly just think of funny things for characters to say and then figure out how to make them have sex while saying them.

Okay! Here’s a list of my personal favorites 😎

(These are all from “One Night in Portorosso” cause, as I mentioned, it’s got my favorite stuff in it.)

“‘You’re so full of yourself,’ he chided.

‘Bet you wish you were full of me too.’

God, that was… too fucking corny to make him this hot.”

(Fun fact: it was physically difficult for me not to write ‘too fucking corny to make him this horny’, but I had to stop myself because I didn’t want to distract from the hilarious joke right above that.)

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“Alberto nodded with determination and started to jog the rest of the way to the water. He then decided to walk the rest of the way to the water, because jogging and raging hard-ons do not mix.”

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“Well, it was working because Luca was hooked like a herring and preying that Alberto wouldn’t stop licking his dick like that, tasting him from every corner, driving Luca wild with that titillating, tantalizing, texture…”

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“He did that again, tearing Luca away just to ram him back in again, manhandling him like a popsicle, faster and harder each time.”

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“Also if you want a sex scene without a bunch of terrible fish puns, then I suggest you get the fuck troutta here.”

(Technically this is from the Author’s Notes, but my fish puns deserve as much publicity as they can get.)

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“Luca Paguro was going to die here.

Somewhere, deep in his heart, he’d always known that Alberto Marcovaldo would be the death of him.”

(This was my second choice for the fic description, but I didn’t want it to be misinterpreted as something dark because my fic is decidedly anything but.)

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“‘Uh… it’s a seafolk thing,’ Alberto squinted in his signature expression of false bravado, ‘Y’know, night swimming…’”

(I like this one because I can see it :3)

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“Oh, fuck it.

Even the worst nightmares can turn into wet dreams.”

(I want this shit on a T-SHIRT!!!)

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“‘Curious…?’ Alberto tried to meet Luca’s eyes with a devilish smile, but it ended up being a sheepish grin at best, ‘… or kinky?’

Luca fixed Alberto with a much more successful glare, ‘Don’t make me strangle you.’

Now he smirked, ‘… definitely kinky.’”

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“They got dressed quickly and quietly. Alberto couldn’t help but steal a few more mischievous glances at Luca and he blushed when he noticed Luca doing the same. Cool, Alberto thought, I’m probably not sleeping on the couch tonight, at least.”

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Actually, going back and skimming through that fic made me realize that the second sex scene in “One Night in Portorosso” is also probably my favorite scene I wrote this year. I liked how I showed Luca’s inner conflicts with himself and I thought there were some pretty cool metaphors in there, too. I’ve said before I’m no poet, just a horny comedian who loves you so much, but I think this scene was probably the most artistically satisfying thing I’ve ever written. 🥰

And now heeeere’s a sneak peak at a lil something-something that I hope to be posting next 😉

(This is such a fun fic, y’all’re gonna love it <3)

“‘Holy shit, babe, you scared me there! I thought you were mad at me or something.”

‘For daydreaming about fucking me? Caro, I fantasize about you constantly. I almost got a boner while you were making bread once.’

‘Making bread?’ Alberto laughed.

‘You were flexing your arms a lot while kneading the dough, okay?’”

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“‘You ready, lover boy?’

Lover boy. Luca almost fainted.

‘You know I am, uhh… hot stuff…’

Not his best work.”

(You have no idea how tempted I am to change that to ‘hot cock’)

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“‘Oh, c’mon! I think 16-year-old me did a pretty good job imagining what you’d look like now!’

Luca was in horrible, wheezy, snotty tears on the ground, convulsing with laughter and pounding a fist to the floorboards.”

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

I don’t write to music! It has to be close to dead quiet for me to get into the zone. I think it’s mostly because I tend to say a lot of the dialogue I write out loud to hear if it makes sense and sounds natural. I’m a born actor and my smut is my stage ✨ (god no pls don’t say that)

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Hmmm okay well I’m not discounting anything yet cause my hyperfixation is still goin strong, but one fic idea that has been haunting me and I have yet to have the inspiration to write is something with Alberto in a Speedo. That’s. that’s really all I got so far. I have a rough idea for a set up, but no real solid ground to get running on. (Yes, this was obviously inspired by that one comic by someonehidethetequila I’m unoriginal we’ve established that.)

But there ARE a lot of things that I HAVE written and they’re DONE, but I haven’t had time to post them because of STUPID SCHOOL!

I swear one of these days I’m just gonna post like twenty things all at once and then you’ll see… you’ll ALL see……. 😈😈😈

Thank you for the ask!! This got insanely long, but it was a nice way to de-stress after an exhausting day of studying for my exams 😌

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Would you do thigh riding Jareth? Fem or gender neutral reader please :)

Thanks for requesting! Ps. I was thinking of making this a real story with some background and stuff and the just said nah like half way through so it just pwp CW: Smut, Foul language, Marking, Dirty talk, Maybe gendered language I tried to make it Gn but I'm not fully sure if I did please let me know if it came out more fem

Really big on thigh riding

Jareth has always loved bringing you pleasure but to do so tends to take time thigh riding is a nice way for him to "work" when needed while still getting you to unravel for him

He wont mind having you on his lap throughout the day sometime just holding you and other times when you least expect it hell slowly rock against you

Rutting his hips into yours bringing you to the point that sweet begs fall from your lips

If he cant simply take you back to the bedroom to ravish you Jareth with place you on his thigh a smug smirk pulling his lips

He'll shout at the goblins to leave as he makes you lean against him in mock support

As soon as your alone he'll be grabbing your hips and whispering in you ear as you rock on his thigh

Your cries and begs for more echo through the hall and leave him on the edge

Though he loves thigh riding he views it more as torture for himself

The sight of you alone making a mess of his leather pants and your own clothing is almost to much for not to mention the wonderful sounds you make

He'll lean in to mark your neck with bite, bruise your waist with his hands

Will not have you stop until you've come twice

Thigh riding tends to lead to cock warming as his own little reward

Things might get hazy while doing this but know aftercare with him is always top notch

Large hands kept me anchored, fingers gripping my waist and guiding my body back and forth his lips pressed to my neck his hot breath making me shiver. The coil in my stomach winds tighter and I cant stop myself from pawing at his shoulders trying to find something to hold onto. " Oh my love are you going to cum again hmm?" He leans back into his throne more dragging me with him till my back is arched and were pressed chest to chest. I wind my fingers in his hair tugging till I can kiss him in hopes of silencing my own sounds.

" ahh yes my love go on keep moving." Jareth chuckles his breath teasing my neck again. " Rub against me more throw yourself into pleasure again. I want to hear you beg me for more.. His voice trails and I feel ready to fall over the edge once one. " yes that's it my love cum for me, cum for me and ill give such a sweet reward you want that right?" Fuck ngh jareth p-please I can't" I nearly sobbed when I felt his grip tighten more forcing me to keep my pace " you can darling just one more ahh yes your so good I know you want this. My body shook I pressed myself as firm as I could against his thigh crying from the relief. " So very good my love perhaps this time I can give you the real thing?"

Wow would you look at that my first kinda smut in a while I hope it turned out ok I wrote most of it on my phone so I'll have to go back and check later but for now I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading- Lilly