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[pleom]

bang chan + break up + “tears”

the cafeteria buzzed softly with life. people came and went, with and without food, fries, or salads of all kinds. many came just to sit, to people-watch, and hang out. your time was running low, leaving you with only a moment’s peace with your boyfriend. 

conversation was light, just up until chan shoved a fry into his mouth and revealed: “jinyoung says we should break up.” 

unimpressed, is the word you would use to describe chan’s expression. his eyes wandered away from yours, to the people lining the windows, the cars swerving in and out of lane, but never at you. your mouth grew dry, suddenly filled with the saltiness of your plate. your cup barely rinsed away the cotton lining your inner cheeks. with nothing else to say (nothing you can say), you raised an eyebrow, urging chan to continue.

“said our emotions are meddling with our work,” he shrugged. “ought to be grading the wrong papers, don’t you think?” his eyes finally met yours. “i’ve been making more songs than i’ve ever been. i don’t think he understands the meaning of ‘meddlesome.’”

you looked down at your plate, a bit too self-conscious with a guilty conscience to afford yourself the pleasure of eating. your appetite went stale, anyway. 

“so…” you began, “is this our goodbye? why don’t you sound more upset about this?”

chan’s fingers reached across the table for yours. he brought your gaze up and held you in his. his eyes spoke of warmth, an untold promise resembling a blanket folded and hidden inside a wrapped and concealed gift. he sat upright, fingers still clasped over yours, inhaled, then leaned closer.

“like i said, he doesn’t understand the word ‘meddlesome.’ if he thinks a break-up will help me, he’s got another thing coming,”

you blinked. “but isn’t that against the ru-”

“oh, we’ll break up. in front of them,” chan said, a sly smile stretched over hsi lips. “and they’ll face the consequences, not us.”

the dots started connecting themselves. you blinked once more, sharing a knowing grin with your boy(or-not-so)friend. you could picture it then–a moody chan, songs of a mocking nature, depressed, angry and vengeful all in one. and they were all just concepts, worn over what was true and genuine–the love shared between you. 

he’d go against their wishes in more ways than one.

chan was a fighter, and a lover.

you understood it now. 

“yeah, we’ll break up.”

tagging @quillstarters​ for now,,,

this is cringe this was gonna go a different way but then i wrote ‘cafeteria’ and was locked into this plotline 🥴

[pleom]

han jisung + love triangle + "upset"

han jisung’s got stars in his eyes. he’d add an apple in there, because he’s a rapper and he likes to play with his words. he’d turn to you, with a cheeky smile, and repeat those words but finish it off with you. because you’re the apple of his eye, and you’re the only star he’d shoot for. you’d laugh it off, smack him lightly on his shoulder and bruise his ego, to which he’d laugh along with, only softer and more embarrassed, and say to give him time, he’s brushing up on his wordsmith.

you’d support him (out of sincerity or obligation, he doesn’t know; he doesn’t think about it either, simply soaking in your compliments because they’re the second best thing he likes to hear from you–the first being your laughter) and he’d soak in the look on your face. he sees stars in your eyes too, and he’d take note of that and assign to them constellations (all of which named after himself, of course). he hears you say you love his rap, then coyly, with a finger on his arm, that you have a thing for rappers. his chest feels lighter, like he can swallow up all the air on the planet with ease. he thinks he has a chance. and maybe he was right.

had to be at least partially so, when your lips meet with his. he runs through all the steps of a relationship in his mind (is this the correct trajectory? had he failed step one already–with you making the first move instead of him?). but then your tongue traces along his bottom lip and his mind blanks and panics all at the same time. he tries to steady himself but it’s too late, you’re already parting from him with a look of concern on your face. he feels bad, real bad. but the same doesn’t reflect on your face. you simply shrug and move on.

ouch. 

did your affections mean anything to you? he comes to learn that no, it doesn’t, because he sees you doing the same to chan the following night. the stars, the comfort, the hand, the lips, the lips that speak about rappers, the lips the press against rappers, the lips that raps along rappers, and he sees you bring chan to your room, lips still on lips and he wonders if that’s the end. if that’s the end of you both.

to say he’s confused when you come to him the following week is an understatement (he’d state, with his lips). he’s even more confused when you lean your body against him, moaning and whining about the complications around love (and boy, does he know about them) but he’s confused, because you’ve got him and he sees that chan’s got you. but that night, you want him and he makes no qualm against that, only later when he’s inside you but the thought of chan is inside him. 

you both finish and jisung questions you about chan, slightly, faintly, mentioning not him, but of him, lowly, until you get the point. you look resentful then, like you had been caught, and bring up the complication of love once again. (this time, he truly doesn’t get what you mean)

this happens for a few weeks, months perhaps, and it’s just the same cycle ran over and over again. jisung feels his heart fill with competition each time you meet up, and he kisses you harder than chan would, fucks you harder than he would, and hugs you harder each time, and yet after session you’d lay there and whine about complications, complications, complications and he’s fed up. he’s had enough. and he doesn’t tell you that, no, he tells chan. he tells chan of all thing disaster he’s wrought meeting you, seeing you, and chan looks nothing but weared out. he forfeits, forfeits, gives you up like a broken item, and says jisung can have you. it was never meant to be a fight, he says, but jisung doesn’t believe him. he doesn’t believe it. you don’t get it, he does not believe it. because chan is forfeiting and he can finally have you.

but he doesn’t really. because the law of the universe says that love has to come with complications. and when one side gives up, the other side does. you no longer meet with jisung, to kiss him, touch him, hug him. he thought he’d be thankful, but in the end, he grew resentful, because chan’s forfeit made you forfeit, and so no one won.

oh god the tense is ALL over the place dgjgsg but anyways this was sorta written a whole month ago for the very first #quillstarters-entry but i didn’t post it bc it’s kinda shitty lmao?? but then this weeks prompt is stream of conciousness and this fits sorta so i was like why not.. a Double Entry so yeah! heehee

[pleom]

hyunjin + friends to lovers + “friend”

this transition was bound to happen from the start–you had no choice over it. the relationship that developed from it, though, was all on you. your parents had better been thankful such chemistry arose, because if not, the kingdom would certainly be doomed the moment he took your hands in his and spoke the words that began a sacred union.

“i do,” and hyunjin said it in both sincerity and obligation. he wore a smile carefully woven for the public, a stance straight enough for a ruler. he was the ruler. and he donned the title perfectly.

and then there was you, a princess from a bygone country, assuming into your role as his consort. this was what the kingdom kept its eyes peeled for. a women to their liking, one raised in the confines of a castle, strict with its teachings and lax with its traditions. because you were no longer a person of your world, but an inhabitant of his.

the hostile truth of it would have turned you off completely–and it did, almost. the thought of no longer having agency, no longer being an individual, but instead the property of another, a trophy of one else’s. well, you’d be the one to start the revolution then. 

but the matter is, it’s all true, but only to a front. that is your reality, yes, but it’s not your reality. and you really had your now-husband to thank for that. you do. and so you say “i do” with the deepest sincerity and surface level obligation.

the crowd cheers, roars even, and you look towards your family. his, the former ruling couple, still looks just as regal with a sense of pride dripping off the jewels of their crowns. yours simply look blessed to be here, witnessing a grand moment in history. you meet hyunjin’s, your lifelong companion and recently made lover, and grin. your lips connect for a moment, and still nuzzled into you, he whispers lowly.

“i’ll take care of you. don’t mind the others,”

you know he will. he’s always had. the moment you first met as children, with the knowledge of your engagement hung over both your heads, he held your hand, saw you as glass, a precious item he was trained to defend. the second time, you’d pushed him away, because you were not an item, you’d never become something to defend. the third time, he knew. and the fourth, he accompanied you to your home and indulged in your secrets, wishes, and customs. he saw the fear in your eyes, heard it in your voice and brought it to himself to confront that fear.

years later, that fear came in figures of people–his people. their expectations rung loud, of his and yours. but he was a ruler. and he donned that title perfectly.

@quillstarters

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[pleom]

You said your little smut was shitty well it’s not. It’s nice the way you write, brings peace no matter what are you writing

aww thank you that means a lot 😭 smut is just... so hard to make Not Cringey ya know?

[pleom]

Novice? I'd say you're already a very talented writer! I loved Morning After. You write beautifully and your Chan is precious. Also, it definitely is showing up in the tags now so don't worry. It happens to my posts too from time to time, Tumblr is real dumb for that. My handle won't even show up in the search bar 😂. Anyways, just dropping by to send you some love and appreciation ❤️❤️ I had a great time reading your fic!

STOOOPPPP NOOO!!! NOT *THE* LYS KPOPCHANGED ME 😭😭😭 I LOVE YOUR BANG CHAN FICS SO MUCH OMG!! I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OF NOCTURNA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THAT YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND!! i appreciate it thanks ;;;

[obsidian-svn]

considering doing the bald & beard combo do you think I could pull it off?

shave it d(addy)umbass

no keep ur thinning hair. its respectable

you do you bro

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[unheavenlycreatures]

Hi, I'm coming from your V1 fanfic and I was wondering if there is a possibility of you writing a gabriel/reader?

Hi!

Short answer: Probably not in the near future, but stranger things have happened!

Long answer: I unfortunately have very little capacity for writing. I've never written more than one thing at a time before, and even then I am notorious for leaving stories unfinished (I have a brain injury and it makes focusing for long periods of time difficult).

I am trying to spend this year finishing the things I start (even if it feels like pulling teeth 👁️👁️), but if I take on another fic, realistically I will not be able to finish the other two I am working on.

I expect for electrical lights to be somewhere around 5-10 chapters depending on how much I want to drag it out (I'm expecting to post chapter 2 by the end of this week if all goes well), and i expect for new perspectives to be somewhere between 10-15 chapters (with maybe some additional one-shots (possibly with Gabriel?) in the same universe if the urge strikes me).

If I'm still Ultrakill-brained after I finish one of these, I'll revisit the prospect, but it depends largely on what the next few months look like for me writing-wise.

Thank you for the question regardless! If I do end up having the capacity after I finish electrical lights, I will put this at the top of my list.