#thinking im just gonna go with the flow lmao

[herosub]

there's two flavours of herosun i love. one's the cute post-canon dynamic (plays smoothly over the wounds), and the other is just gut wrenching angst and hands in the air i just really like one over the other. like two wolves????

[soranker0]

bro is dead next chapter

[doctorweebmd]

haha. turns out I’m anxious anxious about starting this job

[unsettlingcreature]

Slowly reconfiguring my altar space but I'm gently adding Halloween decorations as September passes and October approaches, I'm personally obsessed with the little ghost lights. Anyway I don't have a dedicated sideblog for this stuff anymore so I'm just slapping it on main :)

[snekdood]

i just kinda feel like if you asked ram he'd tell you he doesnt rly give a huge fuck about all this like yall do lmao

[jazz-the-writer]

Mafia Chan/Detective Lix:

Fic rambles: so like theres Mafia Chan thoughts and a smalllllll mention of my idea for Mafia Felix....He's a detective.... maybe...tbh I prefer Inspector its so much hotter. Detective is still hot but inspector just sounds filthier tbh.

Oh my god. I FUCKEN KNEW IT. WHAT DID I TELL YPU I FUCKEN bruised my knuckles. CHAN ID BE WEAK AT THE KNEES HAVE MERCY ON MY. I’m so fucken in love with your child. I BRUISED MY KNUCKLES SIR. You’re NOT THAT MUCH OLDER. we’re basically the same age. Chill.

Oh my god. My fucken knuckles are red. All I’mma say is m. Mafia Chan he loves to slurp. IM A SMUT FIC WRITER GIVE ME A BREAK. There’s the link READ IT YOURSELF. JUDGE ME AFTER .

Oh my lord BANG CHAN. IAM SO CONFLICTED AND CONFUSED. I’m in love with Felix okay???

Dear god all I’m asking is for a rejection of any kind. Like a monthly subscription can we do that?

LOOK OKAY AFTER REV IT UP ????YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME IN MY DOOM SCROLLING???? I WAS AUCK IN A TRANCE FELIX WHAT ABOUT MY FMENTAL HEALTH????? You have to help me move on. I’m too old for you. Also you reject everyone???? Why not me too???

This isn’t fair and I’m calling BULL SHIT. Mafia Felix is nothing but a distant memory. I haven’t seen the “Walkin on water M/V”

Look he’s an archer and he’s maybe a Detective!???? I DONT KNOW I BAVE ONLY WEITEN THE CORRUPT CRUMINAL SIDES???? LOok my grammar goes down the drain with Felix. I’m up so late. This isn’t okay. DO YOU UNDERSTAND???

Please put me out of my misery. I’m begging you.

[whambamsami]

private show pt.2

summary: what happens in the private showroom, stays in the private showroom...stripper!bucky pt.2

pt. 1 pt.3

warnings: 18+ language, alcohol, almost smut! i promise theyre gonna fuck like bunnies in the next part of this lmao

note: if this doesnt flow super well im sorry, i didnt proofread and i did rush it a bit! i also dont totally understand how tag lists work so forgive me if i messed that up too haha, small chance i delete this and try to make it a bit cleaner!

taglist!: @sebastians-love @marianastudiesart @bowscale @staley83 @opheliabbarnes @hhyukasworld @unicornqueen05 @defn0tonyourleft <3

If the bouncer noticed your nerves, he didn’t let on. He just pulled back the plush red curtain and waved you in. 

You stepped inside before you could decide against it. 

The door shuts with a soft click.

The room smells like leather and cologne. Dim lights flicker warm over plush velvet seating. Your heart’s pounding in your chest. And you’re frozen where you stand.

Because in the center of the room, the man you’d seen on the stage was leaning against a pole, shirtless now, glistening faintly in the warm, low light. One silver chain resting against his collarbone, made of the same metal that made up his left arm. Tattoos dotted his chest and abs, thin black ink delicately drawing your eyes lower. A dangerous smirk on his lips. 

Bucky, they had said his name was.

Wonder if that was his real name.

“Oh.” You breathed.

His smirk turned wolfish. 

“So you’re the girlfriend,” he said, voice low and deep as he stepped closer. “Didn’t expect you to say yes.”

“...And if I had said no?” 

“Then I guess I would have had to come out there and ask in person,” he said, eyes raking over you. “And that could’ve gotten messy.”

You sputter just for a second before catching yourself.

“I- yeah. Thanks for the rescue. I really appreciate it.”

He tilted his head. “The rescue?” 

“Yeah. Saved me from my asshole boyfriend and his gross friends. I owe you.”

That made him pause for a beat. Considering. Calculating. 

Then he’s back in control like nothing happened.

“Is that what you think this is?” he smiled gently, stepping even closer.

You blink. “Um. Yeah? You got me away from Nick and made him look like a jackass. Not exactly a hard thing to do, but still-credit where credit’s due.”

Bucky laughed-low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. He had a nice laugh, you thought. 

“Sweetheart”- and you do a great job of showing how that nickname doesn’t affect you one bit, you’re sure of it- “I didn’t save you. I picked you.”

Your stomach did something traitorous as he popped the champagne, and you didn’t miss the evil glint in his eyes when the head of the bottle was swallowed by frothy foam before he could capture it with the flutes. 

He handed you a glass. 

You needed it. 

“What does that mean?” 

He leaned in, his voice dropping to something that wrapped around your spine like silk.

“It means I saw you sitting out there, looking like you were five seconds from either crying or setting the place on fire, and I figured you could use a reminder that not everyone in the room is a complete asshole.” 

Great. More pity. Just what you needed.

But then he continued.

“And I could see your thighs squeezing together when you saw me. All the way from up on the stage.”

You let out a soft breath, surprised at how much that hit you.

But he wasn’t done. 

“It also means,” he added, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, “I wasn’t gonna let some sweaty, insecure little prick keep looking at you like you were an object. Not when I know exactly how a woman should be treated, how you deserve to be treated.”

“Wow,” you breathe, almost to yourself, “you’re like… dangerously good at this.”

He grins. Like he had you right where he wanted you.

And suddenly the room around you felt like it was shrinking. You instinctively go to tug your dress down a bit, feeling overexposed. But he’s quicker, catching your hand in his own. 

“Don’t,” he murmurs, “you’re perfect like this.”

You should laugh it off. You should roll your eyes.

But you don’t.

Because the way he says it- like he means it-makes something deep inside you clench.

“I liked your show.” and it feels like a confession, like something you weren’t allowed to say out loud. 

“I know.” and you roll your eyes playfully before he cuts you off with, “So did your thighs.” 

You choke on your laugh.

“Confident, aren’t we?”

Bucky tilts his head a bit, and you can’t tell if he’s getting a better look at you or analyzing exactly where he needs to touch to make you weak.

“Don’t act shocked. You started it. Squeezing your thighs together while I was on stage? That’s flirting.”

“That’s called crossing my legs.”

“Cross them around my head next time, and we’ll call it even.”

You blink.

“Are you always this subtle?”

“Sweetheart,” he grins, “subtle gets you half the fun. You want subtle, go back to your boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes. “Ex-boyfriend.”

He takes another step forward. Then another. Gently leads you to sit on the red couch, so soft it felt like you were being sucked into it. God, you didn’t even want to think about what this room would look like if you turned on a blacklight- 

He straddles your lap.

And you forget how to breathe.

His knees bracket your legs, not quite touching you. His hands rest on his own thighs, muscles flexing just slightly, forearms thick and inked. 

He’s shirtless. You were clever enough to have noticed that when you first entered, but now, up close, it was all-consuming.

The glow of the lights dances across his chest, down his stomach, and whatever oil he must have used on himself amplifies every divot of his toned body. He must have spent years eating clean and hitting the gym to get this kind of figure. Every inch of him screams control.

He looks like a god. 

“You ever had a dance like this?” he asks softly. 

You shake your head, sure that it’s the last move you’ll make before you become paralyzed forever. 

“Good,” his voice is raspy, like he’s almost whispering, “I want to be your first.”

He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

“And your favorite.”

Then he moves.

His hips roll slow and deep, grinding just above your center, close enough to feel the heat of him through your clothes. His hands rest on the couch on either side of your shoulders, caging you in.

“How do you want this to go, doll?” he murmured, voice low and sinful “You want me slow? Gentle?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He was close-too close. You could smell him. Feel the heat coming off his skin.

“Or…” His metal hand gripped the back of the couch behind your head. “You want me to show you what your asshole boyfriend never could?”

He doesn’t touch you. Not yet.

But he doesn’t need to.

Because the way he watches your reaction-how your lips part in a silent gasp-it’s like he’s memorizing you.

You exhaled shakily.

“That one.” you say before your brain can catch up to your mouth, “That one sounds- sounds good.”

“Good,” he coos, “let’s make your boyfriend nice and jealous. Show him how a woman like you deserves to be treated.”

“God, can we please not talk about my boyfriend right now?” you mutter, doing your best to keep your hands rooted at your sides like you’re cuffed there.

Not a bad idea. 

He chuckles wickedly above you.

“You’re right, pretty girl. Sweet little thing like you, and he’s taking you to a dirty place like this? Doesn’t he know what happens when you don’t take care of your things?” he purrs, rolling his hips once more, closer this time, “Someone might take them away. Take better care of them. Someone like me.”

You hear a soft, pathetic whine pass your lips before you can stop yourself.

His mouth curls. 

“That’s my girl, let me hear it. Let me hear how much you want this.”

He’s licking up your neck, biting gently at your shoulder, sucking the sensitive spot where your neck and collarbone meet, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Bet he’s never touched you like this, doll. Never had you whining, begging for him, not like I do. And I haven’t even shown you my best moves.”

“What, the ones that require me to buy two drinks minimum?”

“Mmm. The ones I really want to try on you. The ones that might get me fired.”

Then he moved-really moved.

His hips were flush against yours. His abs brushed your chest as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your cheek. And then he finally brought his hips to yours.

Slow. Deep. Grinding down like he already knew exactly where you needed him most.

You gasped.

Your hands shot out on instinct, landing on his thighs, hard muscle under your palms. Just as quickly as you touched him, you pull away, internally cringing at your lack of control. 

“Sorry, I-”

“What are you sorry for, doll? Touch me all you want.” and he’s grabbing your hand in his, the vibranium arm still rooted behind your head. He brings your shaking fingers to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he gives your fingers a soft kiss, and then he’s dragging your hand down his chest, letting you feel every smooth valley and crevice of his delicious body, still rolling his hips into yours. 

Your fingers curled around his legs as he rocked into you again-slower, rougher, the friction making the growing heat between your legs grow more intense, drawing a gasp from you. 

“God, the sounds you’re making,” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. “You ever been this wet with your clothes still on?”

“Jesus, Bucky-” and he’s back to his attack on your neck.

You’re gonna think about this later, aren’t you?” he said against your skin. “Gonna lie in bed and replay this in your head…fingers between your thighs… wishing it was me.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up to meet his.

“There she is.”

You’re not even sure when it happens.

One second, Bucky’s hips are rolling slow and smooth against yours, his hands slipping beneath your dress in ways that definitely broke some rules, his voice wrecking you in your ear.

“You feel that, baby?”, he rasps, “That’s all me. For you.”

You’re just about to cave, to beg for him to just take you right there.

Then the door slams open.

“What the fuck?”

[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape.

pt 1 pt2

based on last friday’s video bc im obsessed with it. (events that happened in the vlog may not be in order just so the story flows how i want, also might add or get rid of some things for that same reason ofc). definitely gonna be multiple parts if yall like it so please let me know!!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

a/n: sorry guys but i think im scrapping all my old fics. i just have lost interest in them and i dont want to give yall something that i just half assed yk. i just need something new 😖🙏 don’t hate me pls. also i didn’t proof read and i never do so hopefully this all makes sense LMAO

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“BOYS TRIP!” chris shouts through the house.

the triplets are back in boston from being in la. i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t wish that these visits would last forever. being across the country from my best friends sucked.

“oh yeah , and you’ll be there too. you’re one of the boys.” chris points at me, smiling before loading the car with our bags.

“chris please never say that again.” i cringe, but fail to keep in my laughter.

“i agree. that was disgusting.” nick chimes in.

“just wanted to make sure you know you’re included.” chris throws his hands up in defense.

“thanks.” i smile and shake my head before getting in the car.

we were staying at their house in cape cod, something all of us looked forward to each summer growing up.

we arrive at nate’s house to pick him up. after the group effort of showering him in compliments for his new hair cut, we get back in the car.

sandwiched between nick and nathan, i check the time on my phone. nick grabs my wrist and moves it out of the way to give himself a better view of my lock screen.

“that is such a cute picture.” he says admiringly. it was a picture of matt and i. the picture was taken from behind while matt gave a piggy back ride back to the car because my feet hurt from wearing heels to madison’s concert.

“you took it.” i laugh.

“i know. i really out did myself huh.” he hypes himself up. i smile and roll my eyes.

once we get to the cape house, we unload the car. all of our bags scattered haphazardly throughout our respective rooms. the same rooms each of us have stayed in for years. nate with chris, nick with matt, and me, having been the only girl, with my own room.

“let’s go to the beach!” nate walks out into the kitchen, clapping his hands together.

…

the beach was just within walking distance. matt and i fell behind the rest of the group.

“i’m so glad you’re back.” i tell him.

“me too. i missed you.” he replies.

“i missed you too.” i admit. “a lot.” i look up and meet his eyes. we just stare at each other for a second. we didn’t really need to say anything. it was almost just a mutual understanding that each other were our favorite person.

if only he knew the extent.

the only person i’ve confided in about my feelings for matt was nate. which was precisely why he kept shooting me knowing glances anytime matt and interacted. nate swore that he knew i was in love with matt for years, before i even knew myself.

i can’t exactly pinpoint when i fell in love with my best friend, but i do remember when i realized.

flashback

matt and i sit together in the hammock string between two large oak trees in the backyard of the cape house. the gentle breeze swaying us back and forth softly. the sun was going down just to the right of us. beautiful pink and orange hues paint the sky.

“i could stay right here forever.” matt breaks the silence that had fallen between us.

“me too.” i reply softly.

“oh hey i have something for you” he digs his hand around in his pocket and pulls out a baby pink seashell. he hands it it me.

“i’ve never seen a pink one like that before.” he tells me as i admire the gift.

“me either. i love it. thanks matt.” i smile sweetly at him.

“of course.” he returns the smile.

i feel the heartbeat in my chest racing and my cheeks heating up. the feeling i had been carrying around with me for quite some time became abundantly clear.

i was in love with my best friend.

when i got home that night, i tied a string around the shell, and wore it as a necklace. and i haven’t taken it off since.

end of flashback

that was back when we were 16. 4 whole years i’ve gone hiding my biggest secret from the one person i told everything to.

our gaze was interrupted by chris. “jesus, yall are some slow pokes” he hollers back at us.

we both laugh and pick up out pace.

soon we arrive at the beach. i’ve always loved the beach. it truly is my happy place.

especially when i’m with matt.

nick snaps pictures here and there.

“oh my gosh matt look! this is just like your tattoo!” i hold out a shell to him.

“oh shit you’re right.” he holds out his arm, revealing his tattoo.

“that’s sick.” chris admires the similarity while nick takes a picture.

…

later that night, we all sit in the living room debating on what movie to watch.

“chris im not watching planet of the apes again. we’ve watched it like 9 times already.” nick argues, shutting down chris’s pleads.

“how about grown ups?” matt suggests.

“yes i love that movie.” nate agrees.

“that’s fine with me.” nick shrugs and starts typing it in.

“is that good with you?” matt leans down to where i was sitting in front of him, his voice soft and genuine.

“yeah that’s good with me.” i tell him.

he smiles and pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing me to come sit up there with him. i stand up from my spot on the floor and sit down next to him. he drapes a blanket over the both of us.

about an hour or so into the movie, my eyes get heavy. i lean my head on matt’s shoulder, to which he responds with wrapping his arm around me. this was nothing out of the ordinary. there’s pictures going back to when we were in preschool of the two of us practically fused together passed out on the living room floor.

suddenly, a gentle shake of my shoulders woke me up from a sleep i hadn’t even known i fell into. my eyes flutter, slowly regaining focus. when they do, i’m met with matt’s gentle blue eyes.

“hey, you wanna go lay down in your bed? i don’t want your neck to be sore.” he asks, genuinely concerned for my comfort.

i look around, everyone else appeared to have gone into their rooms.

“yeah i probably should.” i say through a yawn.

matt grabs my hand and helps me stand up from the couch. we walk down the hallway. my room came before his and nicks.

“goodnight matt.” i say, slowly turning the doorknob.

“goodnight y/n. see ya in the morning.”

i toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. i stand up from bed, and leave my room. slowly making my way to the kitchen to get a drink, careful to not wake anyone up.

i open the fridge and grab a water. before i can take a sip, i hear a familiar voice behind me.

“can’t sleep?” the sudden breach of silence made me jump a little. i turn around and see matt. he was leaned up against the door frame. his sweatpants falling dangerously low on his figure, his arm under his shirt itching his shoulder, exposing his midriff.

“nope. you?” i set my water down on the counter.

“hm mm” he replies.

we stand in silence for a few moments before matt breaks the silence again.

“wanna go to the beach?”

….

a/n: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LMK IF YALL LIKE THIS. SUGGESTIONS ALWAYS WELCOME AND MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN 🙏 i’m using my old taglist, so lmk if you want taken off or added to it!

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[agiboklixx]

only cry in the rain - cha woomin x reader

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Days after days, we loved each other like crazy More and more, we hated each other to death We dared to promise for eternal love

୨୧ : only cry in the rain (2025) - chuu

୨୧ : genre - fluffy angst ??? school au

୨୧ : synopsis - you never thought you'd see him again. and when you do, you try everything to make him like you back. but as sunny days leave and rainy days come, all you've gotten is rejections. tears fall like raindrops, but to hide them, you only cry in the rain.

୨୧ : warnings/content - probably inaccurate to woomins actual personality for the most part, ending might be bad idk how to end it, woomin rides a motorcycle, y/n is a new girl, fempov (feel free to ask me to make a male/genderless pov bc i can if yall want although y/n is only referred to as a girl/she like three times n y/n's gender is irrelevant in the fic), lmk if i should add any more warnings

୨୧ : authors note - my second ever fic guys... i think its been like a yr since i wrote my last one so i hope this is good ahhhhh also im js gonna say the ending is actually TERRIBLE imo but i didnt know how to end it IM SO SORRY GUYS also i lowk dont think if this is accurate to woomins personality i feel like it fits kyungjun better but at the same time it seems too nice to be kyungjun idk pls dont expect too much this is rlly bad imo im not good at this stuff feel free to give recs for an alternate ending if u want lmao

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The sky was a clear blue that day.

Transferring to a new school and a new city comes with its fair share of both excitement and nerves. This place wasn't as polluted as where you had previously lived. You had your head peeking out the window in the backseat as the car drove, the wind flowing through your hair.

All was going smoothly until some boy who looked about your age, perhaps older, drove past in a motorcycle. As both the boy and the car you were in stopped at a red light, the boy revealed his eyes to you. Just his eyes.

"Don't do that. I almost knocked off your head."

A mere second of eye contact.

A skip of your heartbeat.

And as the traffic light turned green, you watched as the love of your life and his pretty brown eyes drove off.

Your heart sunk. This was a large city. There's no way you'll ever see him again.

Until your first day of school rolled around. You introduced yourself in front of the class, and all that usual first day of school stuff.

You didn't notice him at first, but as you scanned the classroom for all the new faces you'd be forced to either befriend or put up with, you saw a set of deep brown eyes that was all too familiar.

"Cha Woomin", his nametag read.

From that day on, you did anything to make Woomin like you. You weren't exactly subtle about it, and you knew it. But it didn't matter to you, as long as he would like you back, or at least remember you from the other day. You found out his favourite snack was Pepero, so you would always leave Pepero and other snacks on his desk. You'd help him with schoolwork, do him favours... Pretty much anything in the hopes that he'd like you back.

Except... he didn't.

Worse, he rejected you. Multiple times.

They weren't full blown rejections. You'd never confessed to him, but whenever you tried to, he'd make up some excuse not to hear it. If you asked to meet up with him in private, he'd say he was busy. If you texted him, he'd leave you on seen.

But you weren't going to give up. Not that easily. You had thought you'd never see Woomin again, and yet fate had brought him here to you. That had to mean something.

Sunshine turned to rainy days, and the skies started to grow grey with rainclouds. Despite rejecting you, Woomin wasn't all that distant. He'd still accept the snacks you gave him, and he'd still let you talk to him, although he'd never actually pay attention to what you said. He seemed to always be subtly displeased with you.

You always wondered if maybe Woomin found you annoying, or even hated you, but you told yourself that you were just jumping to bad conclusions.

Or maybe not.

"I finished the worksheet for you! If you ever need help, just let me know... the formula works like-" "Can you shut up?"

You went silent. It felt like a crack had formed in your heart. An indescribable, tiny but sharp pain.

"Okay." You said. A simple, one word answer.

Maybe he did find you annoying.

Maybe he did... hate you.

From that day on, you stopped leaving snacks at his desk. Stopped helping him with his homework. You didn't even talk to him or look at him anymore. And at break one rainy day, you sat in the classroom with your cousin Hyunwook, ranting to him about how you'd wasted all your time and effort on Woomin, all while munching on the Pepero you would've left on his desk. The bell rang, and you made your way to your final class of the day.

Sitting at your desk, you overheard a conversation between Woomin and his best friend Jiho.

"Y/N's really cute. I kinda like her," Jiho gushed. "She's cute, and smart, and-

"Shut up. She's not cute or smart. She's really nothing. You can do better then her."

The crack in your heart grew bigger and more painful.

Nothing? Is that what you were to him?

As soon as the bell rang, you grabbed your things and left the classroom, running to the rooftop where you could be alone.

The rain was heavy. So heavy that if anyone saw you, they wouldn't notice the tears that fell from your eyes, like raindrops from the thunderstorm that was your emotions. It was like your feelings had materialised as the weather.

You collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. You were nothing to him. Not even a friend, not even an accquaintance. Nothing.

Your tears couldn't be hidden anymore as the rain stopped.

...No, that's not it. It was still raining. But something covered you from the rain.

Wiping your eyes and looking up, you saw Woomin standing over you, holding his umbrella.

He crouched down to your level, and using one arm to hold the umbrella over your head, he held the other one out to embrace you.

Sobbing into his chest, in his arms, made you feel a bit better.

"W-Why.... I thought... I was nothing to you..."

Woomin sighed. It seemed he had a lot to get off his chest.

"You were the girl with her head out of the car window, weren't you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. He remembers you from that one fateful day.

He then inhaled, as if he was going to say something that meant a lot to him.

"I... like you too."

What?

You stopped burying your face in his chest to look up at him.

"I just... I didn't want to get too attached. And I don't even think I deserve you after how I acted... But... I didn't think you'd move on so quickly."

"What do you mean?"

You didn't know the half of it.

You didn't know how Woomin got flustered around you. How he'd seen you with Hyunwook and gotten jealous, not knowing that he was your cousin. How he didn't want Jiho crushing on you.

You didn't know he had also felt his heart skip a beat as the wind blew through your hair, when his eyes met yours as he rode his motorcycle that one day.

"I saw you with Hyunwook and-"

"He's my cousin, don't worry..."

Woomin looked into your eyes. He seemed... sad. Disappointed in himself, like he regretted something.

"I'm sorry for being so mean." he blurted out. "I just- I didn't know how to express my feelings... and I thought I wasn't worthy of your love... I mean, you still wanted me after I treated you so badly... I.... I'm sorry. Truly sorry. I want to make it up to-"

"I love you, Woomin."

He knew, but you'd never actually said it out loud. Not until now.

"I love you too."

You buried your face in his chest again, still sobbing. But a smile lit up your face now, and you cried tears of joy as Woomin's fingers ran soothingly through your hair.

"Days after days, we were overwhelmed with joy More and more, we were hurt and sad We were in a world for two"

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶

[kurishiri]

Excerpt (and some summary) of Jude’s main story chapter 1

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ any pretty translation you may see in here may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. this is a sort of summary as well. if you enjoy, though, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

ok so like the chapter starts off with jude and ellis beatin some dudes ahh bc breach of contract. ig thats sorta like the prologue so to speak.

since jude is an act 2 route, vogel is featured in here. darius is like “hmm jude jazza huh. p interesting. nica” and nica comes in like “yeah you want me to look into him? sure, im interested in him too (/p likely)”

its revealed that since her time as fairytale keeper, kate had accompanied basically everyone on a mission? except jude and ellis. ellis wants to accompany her tbf but judes like tf hell no.

needless to say, kate has…less than positive first impressions of jude.

but she finally sees some light when harry gives her a memo telling her to go to the pub at 22:00 bc there’s gonna be a mission with jude and ellis. but turns out by the time she gets there, the missions already done and rogers there at the pub lmao

kate goes to jude whos smokin in the back like “you lied to me :(“ and jude kinda doesnt get all that fazed abt it like “never told ya the mission would start at 22:00.” he reveals that basically he hates it when its all like the “lets all get along” sorta gist yk.

then they have like this back and forth thats smth like “no point in being liked bc i got no gain from that.” “does that mean youre ok with being hated?” “what, do ya wanna be liked by everyone?” you get the point. they just do not. see eye to eye. like at all.

and so, we come to this point where kate makes a promise with him like “i’ll find smth i like abt you by the time my tenure as fairytale keeper ends!” (this is around where the first cg is, which btw is called the first promise we made was wrapped in white smoke)

Jude: Hah, alright then. if ya goin’ that far then do what ya want.

After our back and forth, like walking on eggshells, i finally succeeded in getting him to say those words.

Kate: Okay! Then I’ll do just that.

I used my hand to wave off the smoke that seemed to separate us two and took a step toward him, when…

Jude, while veiled in the white smoke, laughed with scorn.

Jude: But there’s one thing ya should keep in mind, princess. …My promises don’t come cheap.

J: If ya break ‘em, I’ll make ya go through so much o’ hell you’ll be wishin’ for death.

Amid the refined scent of sandalwood, far removed from his image, and the sweet scent of tobacco that burned my chest,

Jude and I made our first promise.

other impt events? is that jude literally comes out with a contract after victors like “i heard youre gonna be judes exclusive fairytale keeper!” and kates like what. but kate signs the contract in the end.

another thing; kate thinks “theres no way i could ever like him” 📸

ko-fi☕️ ┊ comms🤍

[cimmerian1275]

BOOM, have a random turtle person!!! (<- the guy thats my pfp) I cant think of a real name for them, kinda dont wanna name them, so theyve been given the nickname Jr for now <3 (NOT junior, just Jr like 'jay-arr' ykyk cuz im so creative /j)

I got carried away one night when i was googling turtles and i got struck with artistic inspiration to design something C: i discovered "Pastel" Red-Eared Sliders, and ohmygoshhhh they have really RLLY cool markings!?!? AND COLORS?! I couldnt resist the temptation to create a character with that inspo in mind! Ive been on a roll lately with concepts/ref sheets/designs sooooo, when art block hits? DESIGN SOMETHING!! The shade of green i used is probably too dark, but i just really liked that color and my brain wouldnt accept any other colors xd

The "red ear" stripe or whatever, WAS orange and i rlly like it... but after some debating and research i decided it made more sense to make it closer to an actual red (the orange is technically still accurate tho). The orange looked great and flowed real well but i couldnt help thinking it made them seem more like a yellow-bellied slider x red-ear combo of some kind when that is NOT what i wanted :C Its probably not obvious that theyre a pastel slider, but the face markings r the main indicator! From all of the images ive seen pastel sliders have way more complex/crazy facial stripes and i wanted to have smth like that (but seriously go google them the shell patterns blow my mind away).

At the time of posting this, ive got a massive canvas full of doodles of just- THIS guy lmao, and ive discovered theyre VERY fun to draw. And its an exiting new experience trying to figure out how to draw humanoid anatomy, ive discovered human shoulders are infact quite different to dragon ones and have a whole new set of rules when u draw em sjgfdjhhjdhjfss.

So, ig i have a tmnt character of my own now? 💀 i did not plan their existence (when i mean i spontaneously made them, i rlly mean i finished their design the same night i got inspired)... so, theyre just a guy for me to practice drawing humanoid anatomy with now.

Gonna make another ref sheet later but with some accessory options/apparel/clothes or whatever, they dont NEED those but i really want to practice drawing fabric (AND ITS FUN!!) its something i rarely draw and its probably a good idea to learn how.

[marikosenwrites]

📓✧˖°.bungo stray dogs smut scenarios and hcs

sen: my first smut fic lmao idk what and how i do but i'm gonna TRY MY BEST feed back is VERY MUCH appreciated i originally planned to do purely fic no hcs but i decided against that ^v^ tell me if you want the word count because i'm unsure if i should put it or not

characters: ada!dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, chuuya nakahara

warnings: smut, mdni, im still putting ooc here, binding, biting (i'm still thinking tell me if smth needs to be added), rough sex (?), oral sex, use of y/n

(starts under the cut!)

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ dazai osamu

୨୧ loves binding you with random things that are flexible near him, like a tie or his bandages and things like that

୨୧ dazai just tangles his hand in your hair and like weaves through the strands and he doesn't want to pull his hand out so just pulls your hair and stuff

୨୧ if you ask him to be gentle, he compiles immediately and starts slowing down his relentless thrusts

୨୧ likes preparing you first (using his skilled fingers)

୨୧ when you're all wet he just invites himself

୨୧ pm!dazai would have done gunplay occasionally

scenario:

"bella- shit, you feel so, so, good, baby, yeah- god," dazai moans, his pace not slowing down, but becoming faster, which was what you hadn't expected.

a few whimpers and moans escape your lips, turning the taller on more, "'s-'samu, s-shit, slow down," you whimper some more as dazai hoists a leg on to his shoulder, allowing him to reach deeper places into your hole.

you scream, only to be stopped by two fingers going into your mouth. "shush, bella, yosano-san will find out. you certainly don't want that, do you?"

you shook your head in response, tears rapidly flowing down and reaching the crumpled sheets. although you cried, it was because of both the pain and the pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you.

"osamu..." you mumble as he slowed down his pace to an actually bearable one. "you're too harsh on me."

"oh? is that so?" he grinned and started to fasten his pace once again. "hmm?"

"o-osamu-! fuck-" as your pretty mewing and moans reached his ears, he grabbed a string of bandage on the nightstand next to you and tied your hands with it. "-osamu?"

"mm, you look more delightful than ever like this, bella." the man smirked.

"shall the show officially begin, now?"

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ edogawa ranpo

୨୧ into foodplay is the first thing i'll say

୨୧ loves sucking on tits too (literally his favorite thing to do what am i on about)

୨୧ loves sex after a tired day at work (like MINOURA or new people insulting him and stuff) (by insulting i mean saying that he isn't a good enough detective)

୨୧ sex between the both of you always starts with a make out session and then (and then) BOOM you strip and the good part starts

୨୧ he is a lazy bottom for real but when he's mad/frustrated oh boy you bouta see some stars

୨୧ loves when you top him

scenario:

quite a while had passed since you were bouncing on his on his cock, your moans and his combining into a harmony that was unique on the world, and only happens once a week or so.

ranpo had come home from a bad day, a frustrating one. you had always tended to his needs when it came to to tired days. and the same applies for you.

"mm...you look so nice bouncing like that f'me, sugar," the raven-head grins as he aids you with his hand.

you moan prettily, as you say, "ranpo- ngh-"

his moans get louder as he goes closer to reaching his peak. a while more after, you come with him closely following you in the motion. "well, sugar," his chest heaves up and down. "did you enjoy it?"

"m-mhm," you nod, unable to speak too much.

"well," he flips you around, now him on top of you as he puts the lollipop he was sucking in your mouth.

"let's begin round two."

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ nakahara chuuya

୨୧ not into gunplay, just because he's in the mafia, doesn't mean he has to be into gunplay right?

୨୧ is really soft with you once you warm up and stuff

୨୧ doesn't really have kinks

୨୧ had this one time he used his ability to pin you down

୨୧ active bottom? maybe. likes being in control more, though

୨୧ loves giving oral

scenario:

"doll, y/n, you're taking me so good, fuck-" chuuya groans in pleasure as your throat contracts and takes his length fully.

"ngh-" you couldn't really speak, considering...his dick was down your whole throat.

the red-head threw his head back as his eyes shut close, all while waves of pleasure overwhelmed his whole body and took over him.

your gaze went up, and observed chuuya. it was as if he had no more self-restraint at all. his gloved hand was tangled in your h/c hair, as he subconsciously massaged your scalp.

your groans met chuuya's sensitive ears and the sounds only turn him on more.

"sweetheart- ngh, fuck, s'good-" he felt some weird feeling gather at the bottom at his spine. was it his orgasm coming? perhaps. but in that moment, nothing mattered. in this world, you are his only pillar. you are his life. you are his everything.

one last moan and he came in your mouth, and less than a few seconds later, you also came. he pulled out as he watched his cum drip from his tip, and you swallowing the bodily fluid your hot session had produced.

"you were so good, doll." chuuya tenderly wiped a few beads of sweat off your forehead.

"i-" you swallowed your saliva, "it felt...good. maybe we should try again some other time, chuu."

"'s that so?" he smiled.

"we should end the night here. we're tired, after all."

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[mochinomnoms]

Hello, hello! Idk if this counts as a request, but in your opinion, who is the most to least likely able to survive and adjust in the human world among the nrc boys? Cause like i can see malleus going ?!?? in every direction and i can see deuce adjusting well but like other than that im not sure about the other boys lmao (btw if u consider this a request u can just ignore this !!)

Most of the human cast would have an easy time, I think Ace, Deuce, Trey and Cater would all be fairly solid. They come from fairly normal families and would adjust pretty quickly. Jamil and Vil would have an easier time too, though Vil might throw a fit that he can't get his same skincare and beauty supplies, because I would do the same if I was realistically sent to twst I have a very specific and rigerous skincare and make up routine.

I think Riddle, Kalim, Epel, and Rook would have a harder time. Kalim and Riddle come from richer, more privilege families with an affinity or involvement with magic. Kalim is pretty easy going so he can go with the flow, Riddle would struggle though especially since he can't logically react to things with “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD—” Epel comes from a small town and that just generally comes with a culture shock a lot of the times, but after a while he'd be fine. Rook is such a weird mf that I guarantee that he'd open his mouth and someone would try to beat him up for saying weird shit. He's also Rook though, so he's gonna be fine.

All of the rest of the cast is going to have a hard time just because they're nonhuman, and everyone from our world are gonna… stare at best. Even Silver, despite being human, was raised like a fae, and he's gonna be having a difficult time. The only ones I could see being able to get by smoothly are Lilia, Jade, and Leona. Leona and Lilia have experience dealing with other cultures as a prince/old ass general, and idk Jade just feels like he could do well in our world (fake it til you make it type vibe). Everyone else is fucked tho.

[valeisaslut]

Im making my first ever fic, any advice? 🌝

omg YES welcome to the dark side. i’m not experienced, collide is my first series and i started writing on 2025. literally. but, so far, here’s some dumb advice i can give you!

write for you first. seriously. the story that’s keeping you up at night? write that. don’t try to make it perfect or cater to what you think people want. if you’re obsessed with it, i’m sure someone else will be too!

dialogue is KEY! read their lines out loud. if it sounds cringe or robotic, it probably is. rewrite until it flows naturally, this is the worst part for me lmao i sound like a crazy person in my apt reading dialogues or loud😭

sprinkle backstory like seasoning, trust your readers to pick things up through context, tone, actions, etc.

the most unforgettable fics aren’t just about what happens—they’re about how it feels. don’t be afraid to go deep, be vulnerable, or let your characters fall apart. let me tell you, it’s hard to write but is so worth it.

pace yourself. (i should really take this advice) you don’t have to write the whole thing in one sitting. you’re not a machine. burnouts kill good ideas. take breaks, drink water, romanticize editing.

interact with your readers. if people comment or send you asks, reply. make friends. tumblr is way more fun when it’s a two-way street💕

finish it for the version of you who fell in love with the idea. no one else needs to validate it. if it matters to you, that’s enough. and honestly? that’s where the best writing lives.

every amazing fic writer started somewhere. write badly. write messily. just WRITE. ALWAYS!!!

i hope you tag me when you post your fic!! i’m so excited to see everything you bring to the community—i just know it’s gonna be amazing. can’t wait to read it!! 🩷

[bluemerakis]

and i forgot to mention that i wouldn't mind if the soldier boy x fangirl!reader fic had smut 🫣 i don't think sb could spend too long around someone who always admired him without creating a big sexual tension between them, that's just his nature !!!!!

oh bby… i was going to have some smut in there regardless alskdjxisjsn SORRY but like i’m not passing up the opportunity when it comes to SB LMAO. plus, we all know sb enjoys the glory and attention that comes with his title—it’s what he grew up seeking out with all the internalised fears that he’d never live up to a worthy image of what a man is (daddy issues af). so when fangirl!reader comes along and gives him the butter he can’t help but smear all over his bread (why did that analogy sound so gross WHOOPSIE), there’s defs going to be a tension that develops there. and it starts out as more of an infatuation thing but can definitely (and WILL bc it’s me) develop into something more genuine the more time they spend around one another. and i can see him becoming soft with the realisation that fangirl!reader really admires him past the facade of his fame once they get closer, and it drives some closeted part of him to want to hold her close and protect her. sorry im on a work break now and i have creative juices flowing like hell so im rambling now but I GOT YOU YEAH 🙂‍↕️❗️❗️❗️

in my mind, whenever i write a sb x reader where they don’t really have an established relationship, there’s a lot that’s douchey about him. i’m a firm believer of character development lmfao so i think that sb can be super insufferable when you first meet him, and he tries way too hard to come off as a charmer that’s gonna drop your panties within the first five minutes of conversation. but the more time you spend with him—outside of the public’s prying eye, trying to undress all that he is, you’ll come to see that he’s capable of giving a lot, actually. he’s just gotta be taught how to. and bc he grew up with a certain idea on what a man and a woman should be, there’s a lot he’s going to get wrong out of pure ignorance—but the more you educate him, the more he’ll try to do better by you and for you. and fangirl reader is absolutely going to give him a lesson or two PLEASE. 🙏 she’s gonna soften him so bad i can see it 🙂‍↕️

[wrongsideofthelens]

Can I please have the story for all three? I’m legit sobbing over here just hearing about the vomit one.

Maybe Tim has superpowers lmao just very… questionable ones.

okay. this is gonna get really long winded because i ramble. im a rambler, we’re starting with best friends breaking up in the backyard;

so it’s supposed to be a chill night. just us—me, tim, alex, brian—and a few of brian’s high school friends.

nothing fancy. bonfire in the backyard, some drinks, music, everyone’s feeling loose.

and then… the couple shows up.

they’re clearly already mid-fight, but they’re trying to play it off like everything’s fine.

(spoiler: it was not fine.)

we’re all sitting around the fire and they start.

snapping at each other. passive-aggressive comments.

someone asks if they want marshmallows and the guy goes “i’d rather not have to rely on anyone for basic needs.”

you know. normal human energy.

everyone else is doing that thing where you pretend not to notice.

tim’s sipping his drink like it’s none of his business.

alex is smiling like he’s watching live theater.

brian’s doing emotional triage in real time.

and then the boyfriend—Tyler, we’ll call him—just snaps.

starts yelling. full-on dramatic monologue.

there’s crying. necklace-ripping.

he throws his necklace into the fire like it’s a cursed artifact.

i think it bounced off a log.

and that’s when tim, without saying a single word, pulls out his phone, scrolls, hits play—

and this moody indie heartbreak song starts playing.

perfectly timed. like we rehearsed it.

it’s devastating. acoustic guitar, breathy vocals, lyrics about loss and letting go.

tyler freezes.

like his soul left his body.

he turns around and sees tim and alex just sitting there—stone-faced. watching.

alex nods, like he’s evaluating the scene.

and then—alex, completely deadpan, just goes:

“this is really well-timed. tim, what playlist is this?”

tyler loses it.

like full meltdown.

says we’re mocking him. says no one took him seriously.

calls alex an “emotionally stunted freak” and tim a “sociopath with Spotify.”

brian tries to calm him down.

i’m still in shock. marcie—the girlfriend—is wheezing laughing at this point, which only makes it worse.

tyler leaves.

stormed off into the night.

blocked all of us the next day except brian, and even that was temporary.

friendship: destroyed.

tim’s response the next morning?

“should’ve picked a different song. the bridge dragged a little.”

our next one is out of town adventures on foot;

the original plan was simple:

walk to the bar.

it’s “not far,” alex says. “nice night,” alex says.

“we’ll get some air,” alex says.

i’m a fool. we all were.

so we walk there.

it takes, like, 45 minutes. which is already pushing it.

but we’re in a good mood. spirits are high. drinks are flowing. we’re dancing, we’re laughing, brian’s trying to get tim to do karaoke (he doesn’t, but he threatens to unplug the mic).

we leave the bar around 2am.

brian goes “hey, we walked here, we may as well walk home.”

everyone agrees.

we should not have agreed.

at first? it’s fine.

we’re buzzing, a little drunk, alex is playing music out of his phone speaker like we’re in an indie movie.

tim is eating chips he definitely didn’t buy. no one knows where he got them.

then we miss a turn.

then another.

then another.

somewhere between 3 and 4am, it hits us:

we are not walking through town anymore.

we are in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

no street signs. no streetlights. one (1) rogue mailbox. no people.

no signal.

someone—probably me—goes, “hey. um. i don’t think this is the way home.”

tim stops walking, looks around, squints into the void, and says,

“this feels cursed.”

brian’s trying to stay positive.

alex is leading the group like he’s on a quest. he’s saying things like “i recognize that tree.”

it’s pitch black. all trees look the same. i hate him.

at one point we see a horse.

no fences. no owner. just. horse.

it stares at us. alex stares back.

we move on in silence.

at 6am, the vibe is breaking.

we’re tired, freezing, i’ve got a blister the size of a small country, brian has a mysterious stick he’s now calling his “journey staff.”

tim hasn’t said anything for an hour. deeply worrying.

we pass a barn. we pass the same barn again.

alex says “we’re looping.”

brian almost cries.

we don’t get home until 11am.

eleven. a. m.

someone falls asleep in the hallway. i won’t say who. it was me.

to this day, no one really knows where we were.

but i swear that horse saw something in us.

and finally is my personal favourite, alongside nearly setting the house on fire; Tim stabs Alex;

we’re in the kitchen, right?

post-party chaos. empty bottles everywhere, someone’s half-eaten slice of pizza sitting on a laptop.

tim’s sitting on the counter eating plain bread.

brian’s passed out on the couch with glitter in his hair.

i’m trying to clean. key word: trying.

alex, meanwhile, is drunk and has found a knife.

a large one.

he starts showing off his “sick knife skills” like we’re on a cooking show from hell.

he’s twirling it, doing spin moves, all “check this out, i haven’t cut myself in years.”

he looks tim dead in the eyes and goes,

“okay. i’m gonna slash downwards. don’t put your hands up.”

explicit warning.

crystal clear.

what does tim do?

you already know.

he immediately puts his hands up.

pure reflex.

and alex stabs him.

not like “whoops, it nicked him,”

no—blade to palm.

straight through the skin.

everyone freezes.

alex is staring like he just killed his best friend.

i scream. brian sleeps.

tim just looks at his own hand like he’s mildly disappointed in physics.

blood starts slowly dripping.

tim blinks once and goes,

“wow. that took a while.”

alex drops the knife like it bit him.

starts yelling “oh my god i’m so sorry” on loop while trying to grab a dish towel, a napkin, his own shirt—literally anything.

tim?

tim is still sitting on the counter, holding his hand out like he’s showing us a science project.

and then.

then alex finds a pad.

like, an actual pad. feminine hygiene shit.

duct tapes it to tim’s palm and says,

“there. medical attention.”

medical attention.

tim stares at the pad, shrugs, and asks if the pizza is still warm.

we should’ve gone to the hospital.

we should’ve taken it seriously.

but instead alex googled “knife wound first aid” at 3am while i sanitized the counter and cried a little.

tim kept eating. with his other hand. like nothing happened.

but there’s a stain in the kitchen tile.

a little red reminder that, yes—alex stabbed tim.