#w/a guy who was like “i have no story structure climax or tension and my stories are great”

[yellowocaballero]

I feel like I'm always discovering awesome aus on your blog lmao

There are so many other extremely cool bloggers who have like 10 different AUs that they post about and draw fanart for and I am both jealous and not one of those people. Sometimes I can just spend hours on their blog scrolling through their AUs, it's fun. Most of the time they're like a list of headcanons and worldbuilding and it's fun to mess around there.

I'm not quite like that, since I'm not a very creative person and when I have a good story idea 85% of the time I just write it. If I have a really robust series of headcanons for an AU I've written then I tend to just write another story. Also people send me asks where I can give more detail on my AUs! My stuff is always the tip of the iceberg in terms of what's fucking going on there, so I love the excuse to talk about it.

But there are some stories that I know are awesome ideas but will just never get written, which includes the Green Lantern story (I'm guessing that's what you're referring to?). I didn't really present it as a list of HCs, because my mind doesn't work that way, but just the summary of a story that won't be written. Thing is that I know for a fact it's a story with a lot of potential, but - and I really normally don't think like this - the audience would be so incredibly niche and the story would have to be so long that the ROI would be low. I write tons of stories that I never post, but those are usually because I have demons and my brain goes crazy if I don't write it. There's limited hours in the day.

All of my AUs and a few meta/HC tumblr posts are on the masterlist on my blog, so browse to your heart's content :)

[blushnote]

♡ 05. friends to lovers | hate sex ✘ warning: degradation

mingyu used to be your entire universe.

ever since your middle school days, there was this connection that conjured between you, something only fate would allow as you recalled getting shoved off the edge of the play structure during the thirty minute recess. when the spots blurring your vision cleared away, you were blinking up at a boy who leaned over you, swallowing the blue skies and clouds.

“sorry,” he had grimaced, “stupid soonyoung pushed me and i kinda bumped into you.”

you didn’t recognize him. he was a new student at the time, but he introduced himself cordially as he pulled you to your feet.”mingyu”, he told you whilst you brushed the wood chips off your back, “my name is mingyu.” for his age, he was notably tall. a little scrawny too, with shaggy black hair and big brown eyes. you could tell he had a kind heart.

since that day, you and mingyu began a friendship that would soon turn into much more as the years progressed.

there was just such a multitude of details encompassing his existence that made your stomach somersault. the way he always remembered the little things, the comfort he offered you in times of despondency, how he listened to all your stories and put up with your irritation and assured you each and every day that you were his best friend, his world, his happiness.

when university started, you two were absolutely restless around each other, because this friendship that turned into a mutual crush was now in bloom and you desired the other more than ever. plus, it didn’t help that mingyu overheard you tell a friend of yours, “he’s hot. he’s hot as fuck” during a phone conversation. it was true though. he’d gotten very fit.

but eventually push came to shove and you were dating mingyu. your string of fate had continued. he was your everything: your first slow dance, your first kiss, the first guy you’d ever given a blowjob to (he had to really guide you, your nerves were electric and the party echoing beyond the bedroom had you petrified someone was going to burst in, even with the door locked).

and of course, mingyu was your first time, a beautiful moment of intimacy that still caused your heart to turn all sappy-sweet.

however, one day this fate you would pray to every night for allowing your relationship with mingyu just... well, it just disappeared. your happiness crashed like a wave slapping against a bluff. there was fighting, there was yelling, there were tears gleaming akin to tiny crystals in your eyes as you shoved all your belongings into a backpack and screamed at him that you were leaving.

the bitterness seeped in.

you and mingyu didn’t speak for months. the love bled into acrid distaste and the mere thought of him made you beyond angry. but then something happened. it happened once and then it happened again, again, and again. this weird, twisted hate sex. it first started with an encounter at a party. you got into a bickering war in the upstairs bathroom, smearing salt in old wounds.

the tension was rising and the air was getting denser and your body was growing hotter. the both of you had snapped. in mere minutes mingyu had you propped up against the cool sink, your head bumping rhythmically into the mirror as he pounded his length inside of you with such ferocity you feared he could split you in half. on the flip side, it felt good, really fucking good.

there were darkly coloured lavender bruises indented at your hips, the deep grooves of bite marks tattooed to your collarbone and shoulders. mingyu’s markings were mapped across your body like a constellation. you would shiver at remembering the words he huskily growled into your ear, his thrusts so hard and deep you were drooling at the newfound pleasure.

“w-whore, little fu-fucking w-whore, letting me fuck you l-like this, l-letting me fuck you open on this st-stupid sink. y-you go-gonna cum, baby? g-gonna cum on your e-ex’s cock like a g-good little slut?”

and you just couldn’t get enough.

when the bruises and bite marks would fade from your skin, it was a nearly palpable pain, because you truthfully longed for mingyu’s presence, some sort of reminder that he still wanted you and thought about you. in return, mingyu would lose particles of his sanity when the scarlet scratches you clawed down his amber back started disappearing.

sure, he could think about you all he wanted.

he could stand beneath the shower’s hot water and pathetically tug at his length moaning for you, but it would never be the same as your body withering beneath him. you weren’t together any longer; that should have been the end of it. but maybe fate hadn’t completely dried up, and in some sinister way, wanted your paths to intertwine for just a little while longer.

now you were back at mingyu’s apartment at twelve in the morning, your chest pressed firmly to his kitchen table, your wrists pinned at the base of your spine as mingyu fucked the coherency right out of you. his hips were slapping against your skin whilst he shoved his length so deep within your heat the pleasure had you paralyzed and dazed.

you were whining loudly, not caring one tiny sliver that his neighbors could most likely hear how wonderfully mingyu was fucking you. his one hand kept your wrists behind your back whilst the other had collected a tight, stinging fist full of your hair. mingyu’s pace was inconceivably relentless. he was pounding you hard enough that the coil in your stomach was struggling to break.

instead you were floating on this blissful, mouthwatering, numbing cloud of pleasure. the table was scraping back and forth against the tile flooring. in fact, a tea cup from his breakfast this morning had fallen off and shattered. mingyu didn’t care. he was chasing his climax. just before he could slip over the edge, you harnessed the best of your ability to whimper,

“m-mingyu-- ahh, f-fuck-- in-insidemmf, in-side! c-cum-- inffs-side!”

mingyu used his tight grasp on your scalp to pull your body up, the sharp edge of the table still digging into your hips whilst he pressed his lips to your ear and darkly growled,

“in-inside? want me to c-cum inside of you, whore? f-fill you up, h-huh? fucking fill you up so good until it’s all sp-spilling out, then i h-have to keep my h-hand between your legs so you’re sa-satisfied? that what you w-want, baby?”

unabashedly, with tears gleaming down your cheeks, you squealed, “y-yes! yes, please, m-mingyu! pl-please!”

you could feel his lips blossom into a grin at your ear.

mingyu used to be your universe, and in turn, you were his. it was a honeymoon relationship that managed to fizzle up, burn out, and whisk away. well, almost. for some reason you were still in mingyu’s apartment by morning, his face nuzzled into your hair, a heavy arm curled softly around your waist, your bodies still bare but exchanging a comforting heat.

it was then that you remembered his confession after he obeyed your wish and released inside of you.

“i miss you,” he’d panted with lost breath, his eyes glossy, “i miss you so fucking much.” morning was a pale pink glow through the window, but you could hear the pain and heartache in his words as though he’d just whispered them. you recalled falling into his bed, kissing him senseless, telling him you reciprocated his sentiment whilst he buried his head against your neck and you were stroking his hair.

maybe fate had not yet left your side, the universe you shared impossible to ever separate.