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[lacedaffection]

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HAVE A GOOD DAY !!

[princessbrunette]

princess !!!! i cannot WAIT for the outlaw johnb fic ur TEASING !!! <3333

im gigglingggg i need to write more of it tonight !!!! its so girly n cutesy <3

[malereadermaniac]

૮ • ﻌ - ა Trends - Vinnie Hacker x Male Reader

Plot: Boyfriend Headcannons with Vinnie - more specifically doing TikTok trends together ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

Note: Icl I've never seen this man's vids but holy shit is he hot

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI Some nsfw mentions but no smut! Entertainment purposes! Doesn't reflect real life!

Boyfriend!Vinnie who's incredibly chuffed at the fact that the whole world knows that the two of you are dating! You two are like the it couple on TikTok. Both your comments and his are filled with either people gushing over the two of you or gay men jokingly commenting things along the lines of 'guess I'm sleeping on the highway tn'.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who liked that you weren't super online. Sure, you had all the usual social apps but you weren't exactly one to post. But now? Vinnie loves how much you post. His fame kinda rubbed off on you! So you had to give in to the demands of fans to post more.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who significantly reduced the amount of thirst traps he would post since the two of you became official. But on the other hand, Vinnie is the typa guy who encourages you to post thrist traps! He not only wants to enjoy the videos of you looking fuckin' hot, but he also wants other people to see how hot his boyf is!

Boyfriend!Vinnie who literally reposts your TikToks. He might as well be a fan.

Boyfriend!Vinnie whose fans constantly ask to see you on streams. It's funny really. As soon as it became public knowledge that you were dating the streamer, his fans slowly stopped asking him to strip or show off his muscles and instead ask to see you.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who fucking LOVES doing couple TikToks with you! He's sending you every couple trend that comes up on his FYP and (not so) subtly begging you to do them together. And holy shit do the fans EAT it up. And you also really enjoy them too...

Boyfriend!Vinnie who snapped a selfie of him smirking as you lean over him and bend out of the car window to order at a drive-through; your ass looking extra thick in your baggy jeans and your back arching perfectly. That picture was not only posted on TikTok but also on Instagram... The caption on the picture was the usual trend caption of 'he wanted to order'. But the caption Vinnie added to the post? 'Jealous?'

Boyfriend!Vinnie who was more than happy to copy your pose in a snap you sent him; flexing his huge bicep and showing off his tattoos. The blonde hit the repost button so fast when he saw that you posted it as a TikTok. A smile crept onto Vinnie's face as he read your thirsty 'BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWD' caption. But his favourite part of the post was your cute attempt at flexing your own bicep; which no matter how built you were, was nowhere near as beefy as your boyfriend's.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who couldn't stop watching your video with him doing the smudged lipstick trend. The same snippet of the Cigarettes After Sex song would replay over and over again but Vinnie couldn't care less. He focussed on every detail. He watched with pride as his big, veiny hand cupped your soft face. He chuckled to himself when he came into frame covered in lipstick marks. And holy shit Vinnie's ego would swell each time he saw how lovingly you looked into his eyes. All the man could think as he rewatched the video over and over was 'He's so pretty...'

Boyfriend!Vinnie who convinces you to let him post a TikTok of you both running into each other on the street and fake fighting. The fake fighting quickly turns into making out as the guitar riff of 'I don't wanna be me' by Type O Negative plays. People fucking ate that TikTok up; it became Vinnie's most-liked post almost overnight. The steamer was also very smug when he noticed that you'd changed your lock screen to a screengrab of the two of you making out from that video.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who took a whole day to be convinced to film one specific trend with you. You wanted to do a trend where you mouth off to Vinnie and tell him to make you shut up; prompting him to grab your mouth and squish your cheeks roughly. The thing is, Vinnie didn't wanna be so rough with you. Cute. You did convince him though! And the end product not only had viewers frothing at the mouth, but you also found it really hot. The way your boyfriend's veiny, tattooed hand looked so rough as it griped your face; it was hot~

Boyfriend!Vinnie who got a little annoyed when you called Tom Holland hot when the two of you were watching Spiderman. As 'punishment' you were put into a gentle headlock and forced to lie on Vinnie's chest for the rest of the movie. Which let's be real, that's more of a reward. Your boyfriend chuckled to himself when he saw that you took a short video of his muscular arm squishing your face and posted it with the caption 'Bottom Jail 'cause I called Tom Holland hot...' Vinnie then spent half an hour pissing himself with laughter as he read the comments on that video; people screaming at the information of you being the bottom, and other people replying that it was fucking obvious...

Boyfriend!Vinnie who posts a video of picking you up and putting you on the kitchen counter just to see your reaction. What your boyfriend didn't expect was for you to be so ready for him; a smile making its way onto your lips as your wrap your legs around Vinnie's waist and your arms around his neck. You go in for the kiss and who's Vinnie to deny you? You were abruptly stopped when you started to subtly grind into your boyfriend. Vinnie quickly broke the kiss and chortled "Babe I'm recording-!" not wanting at least 500k people to see how good you could be to Vinnie~ Safe to say you scolded the man quite a bit (which he left in the video)

Boyfriend!Vinnie who watches lovingly as you film a cute Get Ready with Me in the bathroom, only to get a strong urge to get in the video once you're done. You didn't mind it at first, just focusing on recording. But when Vinnie hugs you from behind, starts kissing on your neck, smirks to the camera? You can't exactly ignore him. The straw that broke the camel's back was when a mischievous look took over his eyes and next thing you knew, your boyfriend was giving you fake backshots and then quickly leaving the frame. You rolled your eyes and ended the video; shouting at your boyfriend but laughing with him at the same time. You still posted the video though...

Boyfriend!Vinnie who's more than happy to show off his strength not only to the camera but to you when you ask him to do a trend using Sabrina Carpenter's 'Slim Pickins'. As the audio played 'A boy who's jacked n kind, can't find his ass to save my life', you faked looking around as Vinnie stood behind you. As soon as the lyric ended, Vinnie had lifted you up and placed you on just ONE of his shoulders; holding you in place by wrapping his arm around your thighs. Holy shit this man is truly jacked.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who has the cutest and funniest reaction to the 'my current boyfriend' trend. You had told Vinnie that you were doing a 'never have I ever', but when you started the video with "Me and my current boyfriend are doing a..." anything else you said went in one ear and out the other. You held in a laugh as you saw your boyfriend's funny, confused and shocked face on your screen. But you had to break character when Vinnie quickly shot back with "Me and my ex-boyfriend are doing a fuckin' whatever- what did you just say? 'Me n my current boyfriend'? I will punch you in the dick" That reaction made you break out into a cackle. You had to apologise profusely after that one~

Boyfriend!Vinnie who didn't expect people to even thirst over your eyes and his when the two of you did the eye trend. It was cute n all but god damn were those comments filled with compliments on things as miniscule are your eye shape! People were saying that you and Vinnie were 'meant to be together 'cause your eye shapes are complimentary'. Like WHAT?! You didn't mind the compliments and affirmation though~

Boyfriend!Vinnie who's fifty-fifty on all of the attention the two of you receive, but one thing's for sure. And that's that Vinnie fucking loves you, and he loves that he gets to show off that you're his to anyone willing to watch.

[mrsshabana]

𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (sneak peek)

Here's a snippet of what I have so far since I won't be able to finish this tonight. (I made it too long, no surprise there) But feel free to let me know what you think!

I don't even know what to call this. Older Gyutaro x reader? Dilf Gyutaro x reader? I feel like he doesn't really fit into the dilf category so idk. If you have any ideas let me know ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

This is the most exciting thing that’s happened in Gyutaro’s pathetic life since his sister was accepted into college. 

His life is nothing special really, and it never has been. Always taking care of his little sister was his number one priority so his needs and wants were always put on the back burner. Not like he had much of a choice anyways. With a face like that, how are you supposed to get anywhere in life? He’s thirty-five and has never had a romantic partner, but no surprise there. His personality is unpleasant and he doesn’t have much going for him. His job is alright and he can afford to support himself and his sister but that’s about it. 

By now he’s come to accept the fact that some things just aren’t in the cards for him. Things like a wife and maybe even kids. As he got older he found himself longing for these things more and more. Especially when he witnessed all of his friends getting married and starting families of their own. But now at his age, no woman would want to get with him, let alone start a family.

It was hard to accept at first, but he’s finally come to peace with it. At least he has Ume, and honestly he’s grateful for that. 

But now, you came into his life and things are beginning to take an interesting turn. 

You’re Ume’s friend from college, she’s a year older than you but you got to know her well in one of your math classes. Ume hates math so she waited until her senior year to take it, which she is starting to regret now. The only upside to the situation is that she met you.

Having gotten pretty close to Ume over the course of the semester, she would often invite you over to her place. You’ve heard her talk about her brother before but you had never met him since he was usually at work when you came over. But when you saw him for the first time, he wasn’t what you had expected. He looked a lot different than the image you had in your mind and he was a lot less friendly than Ume had described him. But even though most of the time he was in a bad mood, he’d be polite to you for the brief moments he was around. 

The first thing you noticed about him was how tall he was and how deep and raspy his voice sounded. It was oddly attractive, especially when paired with his messy black hair. You knew he was older than Ume but he didn’t look that old. The only thing that maybe signified his age were the dark circles around his eyes, probably from being overworked. 

You never expected to get very close to him, until a few nights ago.

[elderwisp]

Future Story Snippet

These are so fun! Tagged by @bunnithechubs thank you! ૮𐔌ᡘ ´ ˘ `๑꒱ა♡

I tag @likelyamused @cautiously0ptimistic

And here is like a suuuuuper early writing WIP

[uceybluecy]

- a very very rough draft snippet of a story that i’m currently writing and have no clue when i’ll finish

- pls tell me if you like it even a little bit lmao

Only For You

plot: when nxt newbie cin rella meets recently divorced wwe superstar jey uso, he's enamored with more than just her skills in the ring. will he be able to set his attraction aside to be the mentor she needs or will his infatuation cloud his mind and become her biggest distraction?

──────꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ──────

The liquor was flowing through my bloodstream, making my entire body warmer by the minute. The high of intoxication making me feel like I was floating on the dance floor. Lash was long gone now, swept off to the side to dance with Trick for the time being. I'd probably be sitting down by now if I was sober, but I was drunk as hell and wanted nothing more than to be on this dance floor without a care in the world. I continued to roll my hips in the middle of the growing crowd, hands moving down my body like nobody could see me. My eyes were closed as my hips swayed to the beat of Under The Influence.

Mid song I felt the presence of another body behind me and instead of moving away, I leaned into it. Feeling how strong and sturdy his large body felt against mine as I danced into him. He smelled like jasmine and cedar, and was much taller than me, but our bodies fit like a glove together.

"You look so fuckin' good tonight, Cin." The sound of Jey's voice sparked a chill up my spine, the feeling of his breath making the hairs on my neck stand still. A smile spread lazily across my lips as I let my head rest against his chest, my heels doing a great job at bridging the height gap between us.

"Thank you, Mr. Champion. I appreciate it."

"Damn, you smell good, too. It's like you're tryna put a spell on me, girl." He spoke into my neck again, his lips brushing my skin lightly.

"Mm'not doing anything but dancing." I told him, the words slurring sweetly off my tongue.

His hands replaced mine on my waist, sliding down to grip my hips as I rolled into him with a bit more pressure, grinding against his growing erection. I was unable to hold back my satisfied smirk once I felt it.

"Keep dancing on me like that and I'mma take you out this club." For the first time, I could hear the liquor on his tongue as well. It was comforting to know that I'm not the only one lost in this moment due to a few shots of vodka and a splash of cranberry.

"And make your girlfriend mad?" I barely opened my eyes before I could see him already looking down at me.

"Is that why you've barely looked at me tonight? You think I got a girlfriend?" My movement had changed from rolling against him to swaying with him to the new song playing. I hadn't avoided his gaze all night entirely on purpose. I just didn't want be met with Jaida's constant glare or actually offend her if they were dating and she was threatened by me for whatever reason. I still have to work with her long after Jey leaves. But I didn't feel like explaining that to him in this moment.

"If that's what’s holding you back, I don't have a girlfriend, mamas. I just have you." I raised an eyebrow in response to his statement.

"Do you?" I peeled my body from his in an attempt to create enough space between us to walk back to our section. Jey's hand was quick, brushing against the exposed skin of my waist to wrap around me. His thick fingers spread across my belly and slightly under my top as he pulled me back.

"I'm trying to." he admitted. His lips were back to brushing against my ear, his breath feeling like a lit flame to my already hot skin.

"Cin!" I heard Lash's voice over the fog of the moment and the music surrounding us. She was standing in front of me with an all-knowing smirk on her face. "Come with me to the bathroom? Please." I quickly nodded and let her grab my hand and pull me away from Jey.

[oros-ash3s]

|I 𝗪𝗜𝗣 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗔𝗚⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

This was requested by @theink-stainedfolk <3 Thanks for the wait and thanks for being so curious about my WIPS ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

“(Not so cursed) Cursed Polycule” is not a WIP to a drabble or chapter of mine, but instead a doc I was working on to figure out Odesa, Ryuji, and Dior’s relationship inside Metamorphosis.

I felt it had begun to feel a little plain and neglected, so I wanted to figure out how they interact with each other and why they get along so well.

Here’s a little excerpt on their backstory:

Dior arrived at the Sector shortly after. Ryuji and Odesa were both 13 by then, the bestest of friends, and had well-adapted to their lives at the headquarters. Ryuji had been spending his time working alongside his mother, Ophelia, in the infirmary, when a particular new recruit caught his eye. 

Dior, upon arriving at the base, was terrified. Everything was so bright and new, so very unlike the constraints of the basement that they had come to know. Stuck inside the infirmary, the other doctors scared them. Although at first they were soft, with sweet as honey promises and reassurances, when their tactics did not alleviate the child’s stress, their patience very quickly grew short. Someone who was so scared of a place like the infirmary meant they had no chance surviving inside the Division, a place built upon blood and war.

But Ryuji was unlike the others inside the infirmary. Younger and with a softer, unburdened heart, due to his youth, he was slow with Dior. He did not push or prod, helping keep them both calm yet doing what was needed to improve their condition.

He quickly earned their trust, leading Dior to utter the first words they’d spoken in a long time. As the months passed on in the infirmary, the two began to become fast friends, growing immensely close despite their differences. It was a nice change, to the two lonely souls.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Me when they have childhood rivalry” is a part two to this WIP, and basically was a fic idea I head for Ryuji and Odesa’s backstory.

It takes place when they’re both around 9 or 10, and shows how their relationship started off kind of rocky. Personally I love it because in canon (due to Yara being the narrator most of the time), you don’t get to see Ryuji’s softer, more caring side.

Ryuji does not know what exactly compels him to do this. He shouldn’t have to. Anyone else would leave, abandon her here. This isn’t any of his business, shouldn’t ever be any of his business. Odesa Alves has made his life a living hell since the moment she stepped into his classroom so many months ago, why should he ever offer her grace and do something so vulnerable as comfort her?

But Ryuji finds himself sitting next to her anyway. Maybe a part of him knows he doesn’t really believe that, when Odesa has not truly ever hurt him, not in the ways that count.

And maybe it’s the fact that she is not so different from him after all. He knows how she is feeling right know, the humiliation and shame an emotion that has followed him around for too many years to count. He knows what it’s like, and he knows that as annoying as Odesa can be, nobody deserves this.

Odesa does not look up at him, even when he scoots into the alcove beside her. They are squished close, something Ryuji rarely allows, even with Aster. There is something different about this time though, this change in the air — the silence in his head. He doesn’t mind the feel of her clothes against his, doesn’t mind the shake of her sobs. He wonders if she feels the same.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Meet Ryuji” is a WIP from Metamorphosis that I actually already posted a snippet of a little while back. You can read that HERE.

It takes place when Aster and Yara first come to the Seventh Sector, and serves as Ryuji’s proper introduction. (Though he may perhaps show up beforehand….)

Here’s a new excerpt to that:

“Ryuji!”

“I said to shut the fuck—“ The boy whipped over in their direction, expression twisted up into a snarl, rage lingering beneath his features. A dark swirling eye then landed on Aster, standing with his usual wide smile, Yara cowering behind him, and his face softened. “Oh.” He mumbled, appearing to be almost sheepish. “It’s you.”

Aster laughed hard, eyes brightening. “Man, don’t try and sound too happy to see me.” He skipped over to the boy, opening his arms wide. “Where’s my hug at?”

Ryuji rolled his eyes. “Don’t you start.” He huffed, leaning over his paperwork once more.

Aster just laughed, taking no offence to his clipped, and rather harsh, tone. He clapped the taller boy on the back, laughing good-naturedly. There was a certain excitement inside his eyes, gleaming within the gold, that Yara had never seen present before. She wondered how he could’ve known this mystery boy. And why he’d never mentioned him before. “C’mon, I know you missed me.”

“You wish.” Ryuji grumbled, scribbling something down onto one of his array of papers. “Oh, don’t be like that, you old grump.” Aster flicked him absent-mindedly, turning back to Yara with a smile and waving her over.

“Yara, come on in!” He called, grinning. “We don’t bite— or at least, I don’t.” He added with a snicker, moving to lay his body weight against Ryuji, causing the boy to stumble. He shot Aster a quick glare, jabbing him in the ribs. “Quit.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Aster whispered in a sing-songy tone, laughing again. He turned his attention back towards Yara, still not forgetting about her despite his excitement. “Yara, this is Ryuji,” he said, mussing up the boy’s already dishevelled mop of hair. “My baby brother.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Run Boy Run” is a WIP from What Lies Below. It’s an idea I had for a to-be chapter two of the story, and takes place in the past, offering exposition and backstory for the events that took place in the prior chapter.

It would centre around Crow, the second primary main character of the story. It’s about his life on the run as a teen, and how he came to this live in his tiny little apartment downtown.

Here’s an excerpt of that:

December, 1987–

The boy was always good at running.

He couldn’t recall a time when he hadn’t been fast, flighty. It seemed from birth this very notion had been written into his bones, coded into his very genes. He was good at running, good at escaping. To a boy born with a target on his back, he had to be. There was no other way of survival.

Running had kept him alive up until now. Against all odds, it was the thing that had his back, through it all. In the face of betrayal and hatred, he would always depend on it. For it had protected him, sheltered him. Kept him safe.

He was not built for a life of luxuries, of relaxation. He had made his peace with that. For a split second he was almost fooled by the idea of shelter and warmth, but he understands now. The days of sleeping, of home-cooked foods and soft smiles under the sunlit mornings: Those are times he can never return to.

But shivering in the cold, hiding in a corner clouded deep in black shadows, the boy could still not stop himself from dreaming, for wishing. A different time, of youth and freedom. A time where he had somewhere to call his own.

Death would have been a more merciful fate than this.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Felix and Reagan save me” is a fic idea I had for my WIP Saudade. If you’ve never heard about it before don’t worry because I’ve only vague-posted about it once.

The story is about two siblings, Felix and Reagan Rodriguez. From the outside, their life is seemingly normal, despite the hardships the two young people have had to face since the passing of their parents. A dedicated older sister doing her best to raise her baby brother and get through her online classes. And a rambunctious but good-hearted teen, with an eye for photography and sports.

But as the two move yet again, and Felix starts to make friends, it becomes suddenly very apparent to the other folks in their town: Not everything is as normal as it appears on the surface.

Felix and Reagan have a secret. And it may threaten to put the lives of everyone around them in danger.

The snippet takes place near the end of the story:

Not a day has passed where Reagan hasn���t thought of Felix.

She has not seen him in years. Years that have not been kind to either him or her, nights spent searching for a boy who did not want to be saved wearing both of them down. They are not close to who they were at the start of this, before the rumours and the gossip fully caught up to them. She fears they’ll never be those naive kids again, stuck in the belief that they’ll really make it in this world that is so set against them.

Reagan wonders if they would’ve ended up right here now, if things had been different. She wonders, for a split second, where they’d be. If she was stronger. If she was an easier person to love, a better parent. A proper sister. She wonders—

Would he have stayed?

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Toxic yaoi” was a fic idea I had for my (more neglected) WIP Golden Veins. Without giving away too many spoilers, it’s a scene between one of the main villains, Rex, and one of the primary protagonists, Arcturus. I actually posted a snippet of it HERE for WIP Wednesday a while back.

In the scene Rex appears in Arcturus’ room, offering him a proposition for something that may well change everything Arcturus had thought his life to be.

Here’s an excerpt of that:

But the one thing, out of them all, that Arcturus didn’t think he’d ever be able to get over, even after months of them all, was the boy’s appearance. Unlike the prim and proper facade that he had grown to know the boy to be, his appearance now was the clear opposite of that.

A burst of electric blue hair, almost like a flame sitting atop his head, scarred brown skin the most ethereal shade of copper, and sharp, pointed features. Most noticeable out of them all, though, were his eyes. Silver and narrowed, eyeing Arcturus not if he was a person but instead a piece of meat, a meal for the boy to enjoy. It never failed to send a shiver down his back.

“What do you want?”

It has been weeks of this. This game the two seem to be trapped inside. This illusion they have been building, neither acknowledging it out loud. It is the first time that Arcturus has attempted to break the spell, spitting with a kind of terrified desperation the very words that the boy has been waiting to hear.

He grins, eyes flicking back towards Arcturus’ face. He has trapped him, even if the other does not know it yet. This was a game of wits, a cat and mouse chase, and to someone so blissfully ignorant, Arcturus never had a chance of winning.

“Oh, so he finally speaks.” He smiles, thin-lipped. The piercing wrapped around his bottom lip glints, sparkling underneath the violet hues of midnight. He has already won, and he knows it.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Icarus fell” also has to do with Arcturus! Although fairly rough due to me losing interest in it, the scene was supposed to showcase Arcturus’ downfall through the lens of his sister Evangeline.

The context for it is pretty spoilery so I won’t give too much away, just know that Arcturus is definitely an “Icarus” kind of character. Also, he originally had wings, like in the myth with Icarus.

Evangeline is stopped in her tracks.

Throughout all her years on this job, of all the horror and gore and terror she has witnessed, this is the first thing to truly scare her. Anything else she can lock in a compartment in the back of her mind, quickly pushing it to the side. Out of sight, out of mind.

But this? This is something entirely different. Something that Evangeline isn’t sure she’ll be able to stomach. Something that she is not even sure is reality, appearing before her very eyes.

Because only mere feet away, standing with a kind of reverence radiating off of him, stands her newly-deceased brother.

And he is hanging off of the arm of the very man that had ripped the two apart.

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[jedisupernova]

🩷 update! (good news + sneak peek!!) ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

hello everyone! i hope you're doing well! i just wanted to stop by and say that i'm making progress on my next subong fic (him x wealthy fem reader) and i am so excited about it!! i've made progress on it these past couple of days and let me tell you, this one's going to be LONG. like all of my fics are long, but this is something else 😭 and i can't wait to share!! 🫶🏼

thank you for your patience and kind words of encouragement. they mean more than i could ever communicate through a screen :'D please enjoy an additional sneak peek under the cut of snippets of the reader & subong's first meeting, date, and night together in that order!

with sincerity,

honey ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

first meeting:

subong couldn't help himself. "rough night?" "what?" you looked to your right. "oh god, you just heard all of that." you pinched the bridge of your nose. "some parts." subong said truthfully. "but enough to know someone's being really fucking annoying." you exhaled through your nose. "you could say that." subong brings his gaze back to the trees in front of him, raising his puff bar to his lips. "come here with somebody?" he kept the conversation casual. "a friend." you answered. "she's somewhere downstairs, i think." you shook your head; another goddamn thing to worry about. "she's—she's much better at these things than i am. we separated almost instantaneously once we arrived." "'these things,' as in parties?" subong asked, looking at you to his left. "yeah, that." you nodded, arms crossing over your chest, looking at the trees. in your movement, subong not only noticed the van cleef bracelet and watch stacked on your wrist, but also your dark grey blazer paired with black slacks and matching loafers. he smirked. "i figured. you look like you don't belong here." he said. that's when you looked at him for the first time, met with his side profile. "excuse me?" you asked, offended. "i mean," subong exhaled, a cloud of smoke whirring past his ears when a subtle gust of wind flew by. "at a normal party, people don't dress like they're at a business conference. they would dress like me." not seeing his point, you took him in impatiently: a boxy, oversized yellow graphic tee with some indecipherable graphic of the sun, cargo denim shorts, and scuffed sneakers. "but i guess i'm not at a normal party, so i'm the odd one out." subong chuckled to himself. "my bad, my bad." he put his hands up in faux-defeat.

first date(s):

you walked into the club at 10:36 pm. it was dimly lit with shades of neon pink and purple, washing over the couches and bar top with a surprisingly cinematic glow. people were huddled with their friends around the small tables scattered throughout the club, booming music not being able to mask a contentious conversation an apparent bachelorette was having some feet away with the bartender. you blended into the crowd standing before the stage, looking up when the music abruptly changed to an edm trap beat. subong came onto stage with three men differing in age but similar in aura; domineering with their own verses, riffing off of one another towards the end. it went on like this for twenty minutes, through various instrumentals and at some point one of them started beatboxing. subong built a sweat under his hoodie, letting it trickle down his temple as it was his turn to talk his shit into the microphone. you were floored, peering over people's shoulders to get a better view. your eyes never wavered from the unmistakable head of purple hair no matter how many times he changed positions on stage; bobbing his head to the beat, holding the microphone akin to personal munition, walking around the stage like he's got the biggest dick on the block. can't forget the lip curl he does when the beat drops, or upon hearing someone pull a clever bar out of thin air during their respective freestyles he puts his hands up in surrender; insincerely putting his microphone on the floor before hoisting it back up, laughter ringing out of him. oh. i want him. you thought to yourself.

he came into the crowd after the set wrapped, dapping up familiar faces and not-so-humbly taking compliments from whomever offered. "subong!" he felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around. his eyes widened at the sight of you, his boyish smile making an unabashed appearance. "you came!" he yelled over the music, turning to face you. "of course i did! how could i not!" you said back. your hand rested on his shoulder, standing on your toes to reach his ear, subong leaning in to hear you. "like you said, i wanted to see you perform!" you beamed, making him smile even harder. he leaned into yours: "what'd you think?" "i thought you were great! honestly, i'm a little speechless!" "good, good!" subong laughed. "c'mon, i know somewhere more quiet!" he took your hand without thinking, leading you to the other side of the room; the far-end of the bar. the music was still loud, but not the point where you risked losing your voice to hear each other. the lighting was also brighter, allowing subong to see your much more lax outfit than the one you met in. "you look different." he said. "hm? oh." it took a moment to register what he said, glancing down at your jeans and t-shirt after taking a sip of your mojito. "don't get used to it. i have a change of clothes in the car." you joked, making subong smirk. "my brother's home for his birthday." you explained. "it's my one chance to not be the designated center of attention just because i'm within arms reach of mother and father." "you're not celebrating?" subong asked. "dinner ended just in time for me to come here, funnily enough." you stirred your drink with your straw, looking up at him to your left. "so i dressed as fast as i could and made my way here. i've been waiting all week, if you could believe that." "i can." said subong. "i've been waiting, too." your eyes stayed on each other's until your flustered state gave you away, turning back to your straw. "good to know." you said.

you went to dinner two days later. you met him at a ramen shop close to where he lived, tucked away together in a booth in the corner. this night you did show up accessorized with van cleefs, although different ones than before, and now stacked with a cartier love bracelet on your left wrist. not to mention the matching taupe blazer and trousers paired with a creme white blouse, all the while subong showed up in aged sneakers a year past retirement, jeans, his rings he never takes off, and an oversized graphic tee he last washed maybe six months ago. even so, you were the one clearly overdressed, and he didn't miss a beat in pointing it out: "did you fix the stock market before coming here?" he asked without looking up from his steaming bowl, slurping the soup off his spoon. you caught his drift, grinning. "i did, yeah." you played along. "you've never heard of a woman with a work-life balance before?" you said back in a mocking tone. "ha ha, very funny. feminism, new world, yeah yeah yeah." he descended into mutters, making you giggle, his face feeling hotter.

first night:

when you said you'd send a car to pick subong up for dinner, you weren't fucking lying—he set the ramen shop where you had your first date as the pick up site, fucking bewildered to find the black rolls royce waiting for him in the street. subong unceremoniously knocked on the tinted driver's seat window, his other hand holding the last bouquet of daisies the neighborhood florist had; cheaper than usual from how some already wilted, but were well-hidden. the window rolled down, subong seeing a different man than the one he saw sitting there when walking into the lodge. "choi subong?" the man asked. he was older than subong, but subong himself was too busy staring at his earpiece to gather an answer quickly. "y-yeah. that's me." he nodded, inhaling through his nose, trying to keep his cool. "i have a date with—" "yes, with ma'am. please find your way inside. we will arrive in about twenty minutes. there's refreshments, too, for your leisure." refreshments? the fuck? "alright, thank you." subong said curtly, opening the door and sitting inside the car. subong froze when the car moved and the lights turned on, slowly lifting his head, seeing the headliner lit akin to a constellation. he marveled at how wide the seats are, his right palm running over the shiny black leather whilst the fingers of his left traced the dark wood accenting the car door. she rides in this every fucking day? just when he thought he could begin to process, his eyes found it: the champagne. he slid quickly to the other side of the three-seater, grabbing it, nearly knocking down the flute glasses in the cupholders in front of him. he brought the label closer to his eyes, squinting to read the french name. "louis roederer . . . cristal vintage . . ." his voice trailed, pulling his phone out, typing into the google search bar with his thumb. "holy shit!" he whispered to himself—he was holding 20 million won in his hand, just casually in this luxury fucking car, and by the feeling of the golden foil wrapped around the top of the bottle keeping the cork in, its collecting dust. 

[amethystina]

Hi ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

I hope you are doing well and feeling better ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I would like to ask the following questions from the Fan Fic Writer Asks that you recently relogged:

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

I apologize for being greedy ���

May you have a happy new year ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Hi there! I'm exhausted and a little wonky, admittedly, but I'm hanging in there 😊

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Please don't ask me that 🤣 I have so many. Like, WIPs are one thing, but ideas? I literally can't count them because they keep slithering around at the back of my mind, steadily growing or, sometimes, fading in favour of other ideas.

But, if I'm to give a rough estimate, I'd say I have around 70 ideas percolating away right now. Not at the same time or with the same intensity, but there are a lot of them. Though, to be fair, very few of them will ever see the light of day because I can usually tell when an idea is worth writing or not and therefore try not to entertain them all. But that doesn't automatically mean that they leave me alone, you know? So I have to carry them around for however long it takes before they fade.

Which, I shit you not, can be years.

My ideas are as stubborn as I am, in other words.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

While I have a lot of WIPs, I would say that I'm currently working on three projects with a bit more vigour. And those are:

Who Holds the Devil - Does this even need an introduction at this point? The long-as-fuck Devil Judge fanfic that won't leave me — or anyone else — alone. I love it. But god knows when it'll be finished. I'm hoping to be able to post a new chapter in a not-too-distant future.

A New Dawn (Begins With Us) - A Black Knight fic I'm hoping to finish during 2025 because there are only four chapters left and that's, like, 40k. I can bang that out in two weeks if I am at the top of my game. Unfortunately, I'm not at the top of my game, but still. It's doable and I'm going to do it.

Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me) - A Losers oneshot that I dug up from the WIP graveyard because I really like it and I miss Cougar and Jensen. Should hopefully not be too difficult to finish.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Here's a snippet from the aforementioned Losers fic Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me). I don't know if there's an actual audience for it anymore, but I'm just really excited about it so yeah. That's what you're getting 😆

___

Jake exhaled and closed his eyes. He felt pleasantly lethargic, tired, and perhaps a little sore, but blissfully happy all the same. Lying there in Carlos's bed, listening to him breathe, was a much better end to his night than Jake had dared hope for. He was definitely going to appreciate it to the fullest.

"Let me know when you're ready to go again," Jake mumbled. "It might cost me the last couple of brain cells I have left, but I want a repeat performance."

The laugh that bubbled out of Carlos was both fond and a little startled, as if he hadn't expected to laugh but was too endeared not to. His hand wandered from Jake's shoulder, burying in his hair instead, and Jake eagerly raised his head when Carlos twisted to give him a deep, enthusiastic kiss.

"You are—"

"Insatiable?" Jake suggested, grinning against Carlos's lips.

Carlos smiled, too, his other hand rising to run reverently along Jake's jaw. Without his permission, Jake felt his heart skip a beat.

"Wonderful." It looked like Carlos meant it. "Absolutely wonderful."

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

Nine times out of ten, yes. I don't always know the journey there or the exact details of the ending, but I always know what point I want to reach before I start. That said, I'm not against certain things changing as I go along and, more than once, I've tweaked the events of the ending because I ended up exploring something in the middle that I then had to tie into the ending.

So while I know the general idea of what I want, I keep it loose enough that I can change it as I go along. I would feel too hindered if I didn't. The one time I did try to plan it in detail to the very end was my first fanfic The Thunder Moon Chronicles because that's what I was told that I should do. But I found that around 60% of the last instalment had to be altered compared to my original plan, simply because the story had evolved in a way I couldn't predict when I first structured it.

That's not to say that I ever lost track or control of it — I am very much in control the entire time I write — but rather that new and better ideas kept popping up as I was writing it and I wasn't stupid enough to discard them just because they weren't in my original plan. Sometimes, the story just has to be allowed to evolve, otherwise it might feel stilted or stagnate (or at least that's the case for me).

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Oh, for sure. I've almost written myself straight into a panic attack a couple of times because I get so into it. I have a tendency to try and picture the emotions myself as I write them in order to better convey them and that can get a bit risky — especially with panic attacks. I've had them since I was fifteen so they're easy for me to trip into on accident.

I have also cried once or twice when I write because I, again, sink into the emotions a little too much. But it is, in all honesty, surprisingly rare considering how emotional some of my fics are. But that could be because I don't cry easily.

The most memorable occurrence by far, however, is Until Death Do Us Unite, especially the yet-unwritten bonus chapter. Because Jong Woo is so unstable, I become a little unstable when I write him or ponder his emotions too much. If I try to imagine how detached and unmoored he must feel when he's having his episodes, I end up feeling very unmoored myself. So I'm currently not allowed to think too much about it because it's so distressing 🤣

But if we mean upset as in "angry at my writing" or "upset it doesn't go my way" or even "I'm so upset with these characters" then no, not really. I can get annoyed if I have to do rewrites and certainly be displeased about the actions of some characters, but the writing process itself doesn't upset me.

Thank you so much for the ask! And it's okay to be greedy, don't worry 😉

Happy New Year to you too! 💜

Fanfic Writer Asks

[themushroomofdeath]

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr! ── RAGE, THE BUNNY.

Delusional blogger in a OT3 with Roronoa Zoro and Trafalgar D. Water Law. Side Blog dedicated exclusively for One Piece content!

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT ───── MINORS BE GONE!!

OR ELSE. (ง ◉ _ ◉)ง

ABOUT ───────────────────────

Anelise/Anne/Rage, 29 years old

Brazilian NB Aro/Ace(she/them)

INTJ, 5w4 | Libra ☼ Saggita ⭑☽

ADHD be stronk sometimes, so I like to write and draw to relieve the hyperfixation and make characters smooch, cry and be nasty... what? isn't what we all be doing? don't come at me.

MASTERLIST ───────────────────────

writing masterlist ──

a realization 𓆩♡𓆪 law x oc (hurt/comfort)

soft morning  𓆩♡𓆪 law x oc (fluff/nsfw)

possessiveness 𓆩♡𓆪 law x oc (nsfw)

to live or to fight 𓆩♡𓆪 law x oc (angst)

the warrior and the healer 𓆩♡𓆪 law x oc (fluff)

first time 𓆩♡𓆪 zoro x oc (fluff/nsfw)

insecurities 𓆩♡𓆪 sanji x oc (hurt/comfort)

safety 𓆩♡𓆪 zoro x reader (fluff)

chubby hunter 𓆩♡𓆪 zoro x reader (nsfw)

multi-chapter ─ law x original character

snippets of a relationship, proving that the heart stealer does have a heart too. (rotten fluff) 1 2

MISC ───────────────────────

─ my dms are always open to whoever need, be to talk about one piece or a help from a kind stranger, no need to hesitate to reach me. be safe

[mapleappleeater]

♡ MAPLE'S FOREST OF ODDITIES ♡

◇ MY OWN CREATIONS

✩ HOME ☆

A group of Immortals and Mortals have lived together in harmony for many, of many eons. Trust me, some immortals have witnessed the start. And now the end.

Well, it's not the end - it's just that one of them got.. bored, let's say. Making a machine that kills random people for fun out of sheer boredom is fun, right? Of course it is!

Now, now, don't give me that look! It's fine! Our main group has stayed toget- oh, oh, dear. Maybe some aren't exactly ...with us anymore.

Now, we mustn't spoil the plot! You'll have to wait and see.

♤ HOW CAN YOU BLAME THE WIND FOR MAKING A MESS WHEN YOU WERE THE ONE TO OPEN THE WINDOW?

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

◇ GRAVITY FALLS

✩ AFTERLOSS ✩

After spending a considerable amount of time in the theraprism, Bill was eventually released and sent back about a few eons to Gravity Falls, Oregon - via bursting out of his own statue and almost giving Ford that heart attack a few years too early ! Maybe AXOLTL should've payed better attention to where he was dropping the formally malicious triangle.

Oh, did I say formally? Thats right, he can't even remember why he ended up in there. That's just what the Pines folk told him - hah! As if! He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He would've. And he has in the past. Does he remember? No. May only AXOLTL know why.

Ford had, rather quickly, wrote down his findings. (with some help from Mabel)

May the Pines only hope they figure out what has happened to the once infamous triangle.

✩ There will be more under the dear cut, of course.

✩ Ah, was that too much? Well, there's only more to go around - but thats no fun, is it? Getting it all at once?

✩ We'll start from the beginnings in due time, but for now,

✩ why not have a present from Bill!

✩ ...

✩ Bill, you idiot.

✩ That's a dead rat.

✩ Sigh.

♡ SOME NOTES ♡

♡ Hi ! It may take me some time to start any comics, as I have never written one before ! Please bear with me ! Most of my posts will be small snippets of lore, for now.

♡ I will also post some things related to fandoms I'm in ! So expect some non-lore things <3

♡ This is also my first time posting anything with any of my AUs or Original creations outside of small groups of friends - woops ! Not counting writings I have posted on other sites, those are SIDE THINGS ! NOT LIKE THESE !

♡ And, as you can tell, we have a nice narrator to help you along your journeys through my forest of posts ! Fear not, they do not bite.

☆ Yes I do.

♡ Ignore them.

♡ My asks will be open to ask it, or any of my creations, questions !

♡ Enjoy your time in my forest <3

Bonus cat Bill for reading this far <3

This is old art..

[tojisun]

I HOPE ITS NOT ANHGST😩 I know you like us suffering😒

it isnt angst this time i promise!! its smut with plot but the plot is so rooted in emotionality (my own) that its not even tangible at this point. ive been replaying a playlist while writing and so its purely a fic written because of vibes ૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა in that regard, idk if angst wouldve been better

here’s a short snippet ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

[falinesimagines]

Lil' snippet from a Heather.D x reader oneshot I'm working on!

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Tw ; (Internalised) homophobia

Sfw, angst, hurt(no comfort yet >_<)

“You alright, Heather?” It takes you a moment to actually say something “Something on your mind?”

She takes a breath before speaking and looks at you for just a split before looking away again “I'm fine.” She pauses “It's just… You think it's weird right? How some girls are… y'know… like that.” She speaks in a hushed tone, like she's afraid of being heard. (By who, you're not sure.)

“Like ‘that’?” You tilt your head, your confusion clear in your face.

“You know, like… gay.” Her grip tightens on the pen in her hand.

“Why's that weird?” Your voice lowers to a tone similar to hers. You think you feel something tighten deep in your chest.

She hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering to yours attempting to read you before she says anything else “It's just wrong. Like… it's gross.”

“Oh.” That's all you can say really. Her words hang heavy between the two of you and the silence only amplifies the awkwardness of the current situation.

You can't say you're surprised -not by her thoughts on the matter at least-, just disappointed. You should've known Heather wouldn't have been the most progressive of people, you really can't expect much from anyone around here, it just hurts to hear.

The silence is thick and suffocating, the sting of Heather's words like a stab in the back. You shift uncomfortably on the bed “Do you really think that?”

Heather freezes at your question, fear evident in her expression. She hesitates to answer “Of course I do!” She suddenly says defensively “It's… it's what everyone thinks.” The last part is whispered, cracks in that tough exterior already clear to you.

“Well maybe but… you don't have to think that.” you look around the room for a second or two “What do you think..?”

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I've written further than this but I'm kind of struggling on an ending (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）

[secretlyanimmortal]

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

> Hi hi visitors!! Call me Chari~ ^-^ >(pronounced 'cha' in Chara and 'ree')

> I use she/her pronouns and I'm bi

> I like to write: yanderes, fandoms, and random stuff too!! (Masterlist/Fandom List here *0*) > I thought maybe as someone as long-living as me, I should pick up a few more hobbies every decade or so- and here I am!

> I will be sharing snippets of my writings and such in the form of drabbles!!

> I take requests as suggestions for my next writing so ask away!!

> pls remember I am still human, even if I am immortal and I can reject or deny requests as I see fit

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

> Have a nice day to you all,

> ms. Chari out!

[piastriprincess]

hmm... forward, desk, and umbrella?

— birdy !! ૮・ﻌ・ა♡‧₊˚

birdy ... i miss you angel ... and you got TWO OUT OF THREE ! i hope you enjoy these lil snippets <3

forward: Charles takes a step forward, blocking your path. "Because you think you're better than everyone else." "No," you reply, fists clenched and nails digging into the skin of your palms. "Because I am better than you. Today, at least." desk: You clutch Lando’s arm a little tighter as you walk together to the reception desk. This is it. The first test.  “Normally I’d be all about you marking your territory, but your nails are kind of cutting off my circulation right now,” Lando whispers in your ear.

[p0rc3l41ndr34mz]

welcome to the dollhouse ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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hello, my name is dolly and i adore all things morute, vintage, and yandere / dead dove. i am 18 years old, and go by it/she as well as some xenopronouns.

i have some boundaries with what i write, which includes (but is not limited to) no explicit non-con, incestuous or pseudo-incestuous (mommy & daddy kinks are in a gray area for me, and it all depends how it’s handled/requested), yandere!reader & darling!character, and any kind of underage. i may add more to this list as i write.

below is my tagging system, characters i write for, & masterlist(s). i hope you enjoy your stay here ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

^i write primarily yanderes, and am able to write smut and create OCs if requested!

[#my writing] [#my art] [#my polls] quite self explanatory, my art, writing, and polls

[#others writing] [#others art] [#others polls] also self explanatory, others art, writing and polls

[#dolly’s babies] my general OC tag, may include non x reader OCs from time to time.

[#prized possessions] my favorite posts that i’ve made

[#beloveds] favorite posts/writing/art others have made

[#dolly prattles on] general ideas, short snippets, or answered questions about writing/characters ^^

[#dolly’s rambles] any unrelated rambling, as this is going to be used partially as a main blog and not just for writing (though it is functionally a side blog)

[#dolly’s trinkets] i may or may not post parts of my various collections, probably in the form of PNGs

[#dolly’s hobbies] things i reblog that i enjoy, mostly fashion and vintage items.

[#inspiration] text posts that inspire me/my writing, one way or another. i use them kind of like prompts, but not exactly— prompts & prompt lists are also included in this

[#resources] graphics, dividers, pngs, pretty pictures, etc etc

masterlists ˚₊‧꒰ა♡໒꒱ ‧₊˚

fandoms & characters i write for

oc directory

^i will add masterlists as i write for them