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//Hello dahlings!
I AM still here, I promise, things have just been hectic lately between a lovely trip to Japan bookended by not so lovely health issues — it hasn’t been particularly conducive to my already fickle creativity.
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@star-paths asked : unsure fingers braiding hair (from Fox!Sujin to Jiu’er pls!)
She's never been particularly GOOD at sitting still, but she stays cross-legged in front of him now, his knees bracketing her shoulders just a little as she leans back with each gentle tug. Her eyes are closed, her hands curled together in her lap as she hums - something crisp and sweet. "...Are you done yet?" Feng Jiu tilts her head back when she senses his hands stilling, her eyes large and dark as she blinks at him - taking in the furrow of concentration in his brow, the set of his lips upside down. A smile curled at her own lips and she reached up, careful, to poke him square in the forehead, accusation soft and perhaps a little amused. "...You didn't tie my hair into knots, did you?"
Sujin sat on the edge of his couch, Feng Jiu tucked between his legs with a throw pillow for a backrest as his hands worked their way through her long tresses, confident at first but growing increasingly bewildered and defeated as he went along trying to french braid. Strands were tucked in the webs of his fingers, passed back and forth as the images instructed on his phone screen, and when the little fox peered back at him he’d just discovered he had one too many strands and the plait was loose and listing to the right of her head.
His lips pursed in frustration, glancing back and forth between her hair and the image, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong.
“This shouldn’t be this difficult… who even has time for this?” he complained a bit petulantly, despite it having been him that requested to use her hair as practice; Hwayoung had begged him for a braid when she stayed over at his apartment a few nights ago, and he’d done a laughably poor job before giving up and assuaging her with pigtails and a cookie.
Her poke to his forehead drew his attention to her face, lifting a single brow before giving her hair a light, playful tug.
“One big one. Right at the back of your head — looks like we’ll have to cut it out,” he tisked before deciding to give up on his futile task for now and gently undo the crooked braid before it really did turn into a knot.
“My eyes are starting to cross… I’ll try again some other time,” he informed her with a resigned sigh, lightly combing his fingers one hand after the other through her hair to sort it out, careful not to pull any snags.
Stray Kids’ Hyunjin for GUESS JEANS campaign.
just another average day of him driving me insane
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@rvnwiild continued from X
It was a gimmick. They had one every year for these parties, and they were always a hit. This is why when the dress code was proposed to be pajamas he did not put up too much of a fight — it would be an attractive option for a bunch of people who were so often expected to dress for the press. But big parties had never been his thing, no matter how necessary for morale they were; he left most of it to Jaeho and the others, passing along his credit card by way of input.
Soojin’s words had him sucking in a deep breath, the urge to pull his wool double-breasted pea coat tighter around his pajama-clad body as they walked from the car to the building growing with every passing moment. This was not the image of G1’s Nam Jiwon he needed floating around the internet.
“You know he always gets what he wants, I could never resist him,” he muttered, grabbing the door before she could get there first and holding it open for her; his wife would never open her own doors when he was around.
The sounds of celebration enveloped him as soon as he stepped over the threshold, steeling himself for a night of shmoozing. He helped Soojin out of her coat before slipping out of his own, handing both to the coat check they’d hired for the occasion who smiled brightly and handed them a ticket. Unlike a typical coat check she also requested their shoes, offering them house slippers to wear if they needed them, but Jiwon had come prepared; if they were going to make him wear PJs he would come in style.
He reached into the bag carrying their white elephant gifts, pulling out a pair of fuzzy brown teddy bear slippers, dropping them on the floor and stepping into them. Their black plastic eyes twinkled in the draped string lights. He handed Sujin her own slippers before reaching up to fix the collar of his matching button-down navy and white striped PJ top, straightening himself like a man dressed in a three-piece suit.
“How do I look?” he asked her, half jokingly, leaning in to press a small kiss to her cheek before moving to deposit their gifts among the pile on the long running table against one wall. Already he was being accosted by friends and employees alike, each donned in their own bedtime best.
When he and Soojin reconvened she would find him sipping on a mimosa, looking much more relaxed than he had been initially. The fuzzy bear slippers had been a hit and things felt somehow more normal when surrounded by similarly-dressed peers.
He lifted his eyebrow at her mischievous expression, sliding his hand into his pants pocket and tipping his champagne flute toward her.
“You could only be so lucky to wind up with my gift,” he smirked back in retaliation before glancing around, a slight furrow to his forehead.
“Have you seen Jaeho? Haven’t crossed his path yet tonight.”
Heat of the Moment Meme | status: open
@ashdance asked: “‘For once, I’d like to know what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.’- hua & ian heheh”
Ian’s absentminded gaze melted into a sheepish smile, cradling his chin on his palm as he stirred his iced coffee drink with his straw, swirling what was left of the whipped cream that he hadn’t nibbled off into little spirals. In spite of this his gaze did not leave his fellow angel sitting across from him; he’d already been caught, no sense pretending he hadn’t been staring while spacing out.
“What’s it like being a Guardian?” he asked in that perpetually interested way of his that gave one the impression he hung on every word. The young couple at the table across the courtyard that he’d come to ‘help along’ momentarily forgotten — they had the rest of their lives together, love could indulge him for a moment in his own curiosities.
much as she would have loved to answer his question, there simply wasn't a singular, definitive answer.
qianhua stirred her own drink, watching the milk and coffee swirl together. being a guardian was simply what she was; there had never been anything else. her sole purpose was to watch over her charges.
"it's fulfilling," they settled on saying after another moment of silent contemplation. qianhua smiled just so. "knowing i can protect someone from whatever harm could befall them makes me happy. it's my sacred duty, but it is also... nice. i struggle to find the proper words to describe it, my apologies."
Ian sighed deeply, leaning back in his seat as he imagined the gratification, what it must be like to save a life or keep someone from harm. All he could do is point a finger and make a couple people horny for one another.
“That sounds so nice,” he commented wistfully, letting his head loll to one side as he lifted his straw in and out of his coffee that had become more an idle plaything than a beverage at this point; the tip of his finger pressed and released the top of the tube, trapping and releasing the liquid again and again.
“Were you always a guardian?” he continued with his curious queries; the couple at the table across the courtyard continued to linger in the awkward in-between phase, unaware that their romantic destiny was being hijacked by an easily distracted little dreamer. But he couldn’t help it! He’d spent his whole relatively short Cupid-Class cherub life watching Guardians like Qianhua with their majestic wings and their kind, knowing faces. How they glowed with the majesty bestowed by human prayer… oh how he wished he could glow like that.
Three Word Prompts | status: open
@hellslittleprince sent "Don’t look back." - from aster to Sujin
Sujin didn’t need to look back to know who the hellhound warned him of — he’d seen the demon on the periphery of the room half an hour prior, but the demon had not been aware of him at that time.
The demon was aware now; Sujin could feel those infernal eyes boring into the back of his head with unchecked malice. The fox spirit could practically smell the rush of blood under tough skin, still able to taste its acrid notes on his tongue; he felt a little ill at the thought of it.
But Sujin would not heed Aster’s warning, choosing instead to meet that piercing gaze, making sure he held the demon’s eye before flashing him a charming smile and wink — a gesture that might have been considered flirtatious coming from such a handsome fox spirit, and the snap of pearly white teeth in the demon’s direction following the wink might have even been seen as bold in that regard, but to view the demon’s face in that moment one would find him pallid, a trembling, maimed hand instinctively lifting to where an ear had once been but was now flat and covered by a leather patch.
Sujin smirked, looking away the moment he noted color returning to his target’s face in rage, not giving the demon the satisfaction of having his anger witnessed.
“He looks well. The leather suits him.”
Aster had been livid when the invitation - no, the demand - came from Lucifer to attend this event. They all knew perfectly well that the King only wanted him there to make a point. To show that no matter what he did to those beneath him, they would still come at his every beck and call. In truth, Aster hadn't had the energy nor the lack of sense to argue. If turning up to this thing would stroke the King's ego enough to get him to leave them alone for a while, it was a small price to pay.
At least for him. For Sujin... Aster hadn't stopped worrying since Sujin had said he would come too. Whether it was a silent fuck you to Lucifer in showing that they stood side by side, because he just wanted to, or maybe there was a small chance Sujin just didn't trust Aster to be down in Hell and out of his sight again... he was here. They were here, and Aster was nearly sick with worry. Until he saw that smirk. That glint in Sujin's eye even in the face of such an encounter, that always continued to surprise Aster even though it really shouldn't.
"I should've known you'd be more of a problem to them than they are to you," Aster snorted softly, his own leather sat snugly on his two fingers that still remained affected. That hand came up, waving at the demon who's rage was certainly turning his face a pretty shade, before dropping down onto Sujin's waist. He pulled his gaze away only when said demon turned on a heel and disappeared into the crowd. "Though perhaps we should keep the shit stirring to a minimum for a change, as much as I adore your mischief the rest of the time."
Sujin made a show of pouting at him with full, lightly glossed lips — a little juvenile but he didn’t care who saw.
“That’s no fun, am I just supposed to behave myself?” He glanced around the crowd with a small lift of his brow, “my ribs still hurt when I sneeze — that should earn me a little shit stirring,” he joked, not planning to make things even more difficult for them than they already were.
When Sujin heard Aster had been invited — no— summoned to attend the event Sujin had not given even a second thought to whether or not he’d tag along. It was a given that he would not let Aster return alone to be gloated at and mocked. It wasn’t that he thought Aster could not handle himself… it was more that he knew if Lucifer wanted to continue to make the hound’s life even more hell than it already was, no one, not even him, could do a thing about it; the disparity between magnitudes of power was too great to calculate.
No, Sujin came not out of some misguided notion that he could protect the other, but because if anything were to happen he would not let Aster be alone for it. He’d seen that goblet the king of Hell had placed to Aster’s lips. He knew based on Aster’s conjecture that it likely held demon blood, a drop of which had made the hound special, or rather ostracized by his peers. It seemed Lucifer was intent on fixing his failed experiment, and Sujin did not trust that any of them knew well enough what the outcome would be.
All he knew was Aster would be at the effect of it, and that wasn’t something Sujin would allow him to endure alone if he had any say in the matter. And who knew? Maybe his presence would be some small deterrent, if even just a minor annoyance. This had become his purpose now: to be an annoyance to as many of Hell’s patrons as he could manage without getting either of them killed.
“We should find the others,” he piped up at last, leaning in close so Aster could hear him over the commotion. “They should be here too, right?” He knew if Wolf was in attendance he might rest easier knowing Sujin would be at Aster’s side, ever vigilant.
The Morning After Meme | status: open
@moonsrush sent: “I’m not done with you. Not even close.” - haeseok & sujin!
Those words, that bold promise, had Sujin chuckling in breathless resignation, struggling to comprehend how someone had this kind of stamina.
He clawed at the roots of his own hair as he leaned his head back and groaned — a sound that failed to sound pitiful due to the very real and pleasurable warmth that spread through him even now.
He’d been emptied, then filled, then emptied again, and so on and so forth until the faintest gray hue began to climb the night sky, making the once dark room not quite so dark now.
Sujin was beginning to see the extent of their depravity, his own skin flushed and glistening and sticky, the sheets a crumpled mess that would most certainly need washing.
“God, Hae… I’d say I need to drink a gallon of water to replace everything you’ve taken out of me,” he reached up and grasped the sides of the other’s face, pulling him down and leaning up to meet him half way as he kissed him, murmuring against his lips, “but I’m pretty sure you put it all back in me,” he purred, his voice graveled from the moans and panted breaths that were unavoidable around the man above him.
He shifted his hips a little and sure enough he could feel it even now — the warm trickle along his bare skin that reminded him of just how thoroughly he’d been claimed by the other, a man who also claimed he was as of yet not finished.
Heaven help this little fox.
