#so to everyone waiting for updates to my wips and answer to requests

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: don't ask me why I did this.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

You keep to yourself. That’s the safest, the easiest way to live. You keep your head down, your eyes to yourself, your voice bottled up. 

You grip your phone as you approach the coffee shop. You stand on your toes to see through the painted windows and frown at the long queue. You won’t have to worry about that. Like everything else social, you’ve found a work around. 

You look at your phone, the app showing your order as ‘preparing’. It should be done shortly as the progress bar fills close to complete. You can bear the claustrophobia for a minute or so until it’s ready. 

You go to open the door but an arm reaches past you and does that first. You step back, patiently waiting for the other customer to precede you. They don’t move. You stare at their shoes. Dark blue velvet loafers with gold emblems on chains.  

“Go on, baby face, I got it,” the man’s voice makes your skin crawl. 

You shrink down and give a nod, throat clenching as you struggle to find your voice. You’re not much for conversation but you’re but impolite. 

“Thanks,” you force out without raising your head. 

You scurry through quickly, a bit to close to the stranger than you like, and you clasp your phone against your chest as you stand just away from the cluster of people awaiting their orders. You bounce on your feet as the noises join together to form a cacophony; the hissing steam, the clanging metal, the clinking porcelain, the calls of the workers behind the counter, and the buzz of the crowd seated or standing around the cafe. Sweat gathers on the nape of your neck as the chaos swirls a storm around you. 

You pull your phone away from the front of your pullover and check the screen. Should be ready any moment and you’ll be free of the circus. You adjust your grip on the phone, almost jittery as another customer joins the wait at the pick up window. 

You breathe out. It’s not usually this busy at this time. You have a routine. You can handle the expected. You order on your phone so you don’t need to talk to anyone. You wait outside until it’s almost done then come in too quickly claim your prize. But not today, something’s different and it’s throwing everything off. 

It’s only on Wednesday’s that you venture down to the cafe. It’s the halfway point of your week so you mark it with a taste of motivation. The same order every week. A London fog latte. Simple and affordable. Nothing fancy, nothing complicated. 

Your name cuts through the din, “...medium London fog.” 

You drop your arm to your side and set your shoulders. You march forward through the parting bodies ahead of you and reach for the cup. Before you can grasp it, someone else scoops it up. You nearly cry out in horror. Someone’s stealing your order! 

You turn to the tea thief but they make no move to flee. They hold the cup nonchalantly, turning it to read the sticker on the side, reciting the same name that just rose from the barista’s lips seconds ago. You face the stranger but again, your eyes are downward.

The blue loafers! 

“Cute name,” he comments as he holds the cup out. 

You once more try to take the cup but before you can, he has it out of reach again. Your lashes flick and your fingers twiddle helplessly. His large hand is firmly around the cup so even if you did try to wrestle it from him, you doubt you’d have any hope but to spill it all. 

You look around but no one else seems to notice. They’re all staring at their phones or talking with the person next to them. The staff behind the counter are too busy appeasing the rush of orders. 

“I’ve never tried one of these,” he taunts, “I’m more of a ristretto guy. Like my espresso.” 

You shake your head and rescind your hand, balling it against your fist. What does he want? Why is he bothering you? You said thank you. Did he not hear you? 

“Don’t get yourself in a tizzy,” he pushes the tea towards you, “there you are, sweat pea.” 

You hesitate. You slowly unfurl your fingers and reach for the cup. As you wrap your fingers around it, you can’t help but brush his. Thick and strong and unmoving. He clings to it for just a moment before he lets you have it. 

“Thanks,” you squeak again, this time louder so he certainly hears you. 

“You got a sweet voice,” he puts his hand on his hip, a glimpse of a shiny gold watch face peeking out from beneath his sleeve, “I’d love to hear more of it.” 

Your eyes round as you focus on the zipper of his thin jacket. You shake your head and meekly raise your cup awkwardly and dip your chin slightly. No thanks. 

You turn and weave your way back through the crowd. Your heart is thumping in your chest. What an odd encounter. 

More so, you’re dismayed that he saw you. That he noticed you. For years, you’ve done your best to be invisible. You prefer it that way. You don’t even think your neighbours know you exist. But that man, he seemed to see nothing but you. 

You push outside and nearly drop your cup. You try to steady yourself. You’re all knotted up and tense. You tuck your phone into your back pocket and bring the cup before you nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the foam. Something about it isn’t as soothing as usual. 

You turn down the pavement and wince as a sole scuffs close behind you. Suddenly, another set of steps walk next to yours, measured to keep in tandem with your own short legs. Blue velvet.  

You walk faster. Is he following you? Why? What does he want? He’s much taller, you can’t outpace him. 

“You know, when I said I’d like to hear more, I thought maybe over a coffee?” He suggests. 

You don’t say a word as you keep your eyes forward, squeezing your cup tight as you try not to swish it around too much. You’ve never had to deal with this before. Men don’t see you. There was a time you hated that but since, you were grateful for that. 

“I mean, I could do most of the talking, never had much of a trouble with that, jellybean,” he offers. 

You shake your head. Your throat tightens. You can’t speak. You want to scream but you can’t make a noise. 

As you get to the corner, you stop short. He steps past you but just as quickly catches himself and turns to face you. You gulp and look down at your cup. You can’t keep going. If you do, you’ll lead him right to your home. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart? You forget something? How about we head back and I’ll buy you something sugary to go with that?” 

You furrow your brow and step back on your heel. You bring your eyes up, a furtive glance at his face, brief and flickering. You just want to know what he looks like so you never see him again. 

His blue eyes twinkle, his nose is long but proportioned to his chiseled face, his hair is combed back, the sides shaved, and a thick swatch of hair lines his upper lip. He’s older than you, you know that much, but you’ve never good at gauging age. You’ve never seen him before but you can’t be sure. You don’t look at many faces. 

You pivot and cross the street without looking. You narrowly miss a bumper and get a honk in remonstrance. You can’t stop yourself. You’re panicking. You head down the next street as his footsteps follow. It’s all you can hear.  

As you pass a bin, you dump the drink. You don’t pause as it plummets heavily into the trash and you fall into a brisk half-jog. You pump your arms, puffing wildly, dizzy as you search for a saviour.  

You dash into the library. You don’t know what you’re looking for. Just for anyone to get this man to leave you alone. 

You don’t look back as you enter and head straight for the front counter. You’re out of breath as you approach the rounded edge and tap the bell frantically. A woman emerges from behind the window wall and she greets you with a confused chime. 

“Hello, can I help you?” She asks. 

“Yes, I need...” you gulp and glance at the doors. You push away from the counter and spin, searching. You don’t see the man. He’s probably waiting outside. But you never looked back. You never really saw if he was following. “I...” you turn back to the woman, “never mind.” 

You cross your arms and turn away. You cringe as you realise how ridiculous you must have seemed. Worse, you didn’t mean to bother someone just doing their job and over what? You’re own issues. You should go home, back to your reclusion, where you can’t be in anyone’s way. 

👄

When you finally muster the courage to leave the library, your journey home is slowed by your paranoia. You have your phone out, held up so you can see over your shoulder with the front camera. You watch the screen more than the sidewalk ahead of you. 

You get home without a second shadow. As you let yourself through the grated front door of the building, you can’t help but feel stupid. That man must’ve got the idea when you as good as ran in the other direction. You’re being dramatic. 

You close the camera and put your phone away. You waist six dollars in your frantic flight. You mourn the tea latte as the heavy inner door clunks shut behind you. You drag your feet up the stairs as your keys jingle on your finger. 

You apartment is at the very end of the hall. You enter and twist the latch. You slide the chain into place and hang the key ring on the little hook beside the door frame. You untangle your purse and leave it with your phone on the table in the corner. 

You shuffle the few feet to the front room and look around. You find comfort in the familiarity of your little apartment. Your hideaway. 

You go back to your desk and sign back in. You’re back later than usual but you can still make up the time. As long as there’s enough tasks left in the portal. You don’t have to let that man ruin your whole day. You’ll never see him again. In a few days, you won’t even remember him. 

👄

Wednesday. Halfway through the week.  

You scroll and click around your screen as you watch the clock in the corner tick on. Usually around this time, you’d be excited. You’d clock out for your break and go down to the cafe. As much as you looked forward to the treat, the walk alone was relaxing in its own way. 

Not that day. Despite your efforts to shrug off the strange encounter, you haven’t shaken it. So instead, the kettle boils as a bag of earl gray sits in an empty mug. You’re not going. Maybe next week. 

You’re a bit depressed but you’re too nervous to make the venture. Oh well, you’ll save a bit of money. You could find a different place next time. That might be easier. 

You stay logged in and claim a new task. Hey, you can be done work earlier if you can power through. You might even make a few extra bucks. 

The kettle clicks and you get up to pour the water. You leave it to steep, forgetting it for the screen before you. Your fingers tap endlessly across the keyboard, filling the silence as you zone in on the words, transcribing messy ink to Times New Roman. 

Your trance is broken by a sudden buzz. You sit up, the kink in your neck pangs. You need to stop hunching. The buzz comes again. Is that... It must be a mistake. It happens now and then, someone buzzes the wrong apartment. 

You get up as it sounds a third time and you shuffle down to the speaker box. You hit the button, “wrong number.” 

“No--” 

You let go of the number before you can hear the response. They buzz again. You sigh. You hit the button. 

“I’m sorry but you have the wrong number,” you repeat. 

“I don--” 

You release the button again and take a step back. Buzz! You’re getting annoyed. You hit the button. “Wrong--” 

“Got a delivery. 212.” The man’s voice drowns out your own, reciting your name after your apartment number. Your finger stays on the button as you frown. A delivery? 

“I’m not expecting a delivery.” 

“Are you...” he says your name again. 

“... yes.” 

Silence, filled with the low hum of the speaker, “so, can I come up or...?” 

“Uh, I guess.” 

You pull your finger away and hover it over the other. Maybe it’s from work? There was the one time they sent a cheap mass production travel mug with their logo on it as some incentive. A poor attempt at employee appreciation. 

You press down and hold until you’re certain they have enough time to get in. You wait by the door, ringing your hands. You hear the door at the end of the hall open on its old hinges and you peek through the peephole. 

You watch the fuzzy figure come into focus with each of his long steps. He doesn’t hold a box nor wear the uniform of a postal worker. No, he wears those blue leather loafers and holds a bright pink paper cup with a white lid. From the cafe.  

As he comes close, you get a pigeon’s eye view of the hair on his upper lip and his bold blue eyes. It feels like he can see you too as he stands smirking on the other side of the door. This can’t be real. 

He knocks and you wince as the door shifts in the frame. 

“Special delivery,” he calls through, “open up, baby face.” 

[aka-tua-braindump]

Fanfiction Masterpost

Hi everyone!

I've FINALLY decided to do a big master post of all the fics I've written and the fandoms they are in. Not all of them are posted on tumblr, but I will link them directly in ao3.

Feel free to drop me any ideas or requests. No promises, but I'll let you know if I write it!

If you just want to view all my works on ao3, you can do so HERE.

FALLOUT Fanfiction:

Thou Shall Get Sidetracked by Bullshit Every Time (Even in a Vault) (WIP)

(aka TSGSTBBET(EIAV) lol)

Norm x Reader (Canon-ish AU)

Updated: June 27 2024, Chapter 6

This story follows Reader and Norm through the events of the Fallout TV show. Mostly Canon Compliant, aside from the insertion of Reader character.

The Umbrella Academy Fanfiction:

(most of these are also posted on my TUA sideblog, @tua-braindump)

As I have written quite a few, I will feature what I think are the best ones here! A full list of my TUA fics can be found HERE.

It's Always Fun at Weddings and Parties (One Shot)

AgedUp!FivexReader, Platonic! KlausxReader

Inspired by Prompt #937 (5+1 Things) from @creativepromptsforwriting on Tumblr.

5 times people thought Person A and Person B are dating and 1 time they find out it's actually Person A and Person C.

I Am Not A Child (Even If I May Look Like One) (One Shot)

Gen Fic

Inspired by an exchange with @fiveapocalypse here on tumblr!

After the events of S1, the apocalypse is averted. The Hargreeves are a family again. What else says family outing like a trip to the aquarium?

Today, I did not choose violence (One Shot)

pre-AgedUp!FivexReader (no established romantic relationship)

Part of a series that is inspired by my head-canon, but can be read as a stand alone fic.

Reader goes to the club with Klaus and his siblings to get over her painful breakup. She gets approached by a pushy stranger at the bar, who won't take no for an answer. An unlikely hero comes to her rescue.

These Bright Baubles Light Up My Heart (One Shot)

Gen Fic (implied FivexReader)

Part of the same head-canon as above, but can be read as a stand alone fic.

Reader has been living at the academy for a while and chances upon a Hargreeves Christmas tradition.

(This one didn't get much traction but is a personal fave)

Last but not least,

TUA Build-a-Bear

Okay, this isn't a fic, but it was my most unhinged series on Tumblr, thanks to two other TUA fans who had a conversation about regressed Five having a Build-a-Bear set of his siblings. So obviously, I had to photoshop images of them. Also Bonus! Bad drawing my me of Five dragging them along in a lil' cart.

Supernatural Fanfiction:

Not This Soon (One Shot)

Castiel x Dean Winchester

S15E20 Fix-It for abstractthinking's ask for the tumblr Destiel V-day Exchange 2024.

Cas gets upset that Dean is already dying and does something about it, much to Jack's chagrin.

The End, but Different (One Shot)

Castiel x Dean Winchester

When Dean dies in the final vamp hunt, he goes to heaven, where all his friends and family are waiting to have a party. But where's Cas?

Misunderstandings (One Shot)

Crowley x OC

Sam and Dean rescue someone from Crowley. Instead of being grateful, she's angry.

And if you're crazy enough you can read all my OLD TERRIBLE fanfics on FF.net HERE.

[writerblue275]

Quick Requests Update!

Hello everyone!

Thank you so so so SO much to everyone who has sent in a request! My inbox is full of amazing requests and I cannot wait to write all of them for you!

That being said: I’m going to close my requests for the moment. Anything sent before now (05/07/2024 8:54am EST) I will work on. My asks will still be open though for those that want to say hi or anything!

I’m also going to give myself a little more leeway to work on/release requests out of chronological (receveiving) order. Releasing all requests in order was a silly expectation I had for myself.

I want to make sure I do each request justice, and some I need to ponder a bit more than others. That is not a bad thing! For some, I need to do more research on the topic so I can properly respond to the request (which I have no problem doing as long as it’s reasonable. Ex: I’ve been researching the Vastaya some more), while others are a bit easier to answer quickly (such as the first kisses headcanon I released recently or the Heartsteel receiving compliments headcanon which I’m working on now).

Also, I am human. I’m not perfect. I have ADHD. I get writers block too. Life has been kicking my ass a little bit as of late, and tbh it’s easier to answer some of those quicker requests regardless of what mindset I’m in. I’m feeling burnt out in so many other elements of life, I’d rather not get burnt out on writing too. Being able to jump to whatever is inspiring me at a point in time is critical. I never want to force something out that I’m not proud of.

If you made it this far, thanks for sticking with my rambles! I look forward to completing and releasing more requests (as well as some non-requested wips)!

💙 WriterBlue275

[cyncerity]

hi everyone! little bit of an update!!

to those of you waiting for the next part in the store shifter au: it’s almost done, i swear.

the rest of this is a lengthy explanation cause y’all know me, i can’t write something short. tldr will be bolded at the bottom if you don’t wanna read all this.

i wanna explain something real quick: in my early years of middle school, i was into creepypasta, which pipelined into Marble Hornets, which pipelined into a ton of other slenderverse series. If you don’t know what that is, it’s an ARG with an emphasis on characters being stalked or hunted by Slenderman. All of them are really really good in their own way and do interesting things with not only Slendy, but adding their own new big bad’s and lore and i’d highly recommend watching one if you haven’t yet. (i may make a separate post about which you should watch based on what kind of content you most enjoy cause i really want to indoctrinate more people into this)

My favorite slenderverse at the time had a very big emphasis on early November, specifically November 11th. So i started to have a little tradition of watching those videos every November 11th even after the hyperfixation had faded just for a bit of nostalgia.

Fast forward to now- it has snowballed to the point where every year for over half a decade now, November 11th rolls around and I am thrown violently headfirst back into my slenderverse phase. I cannot control it. I’ll be like “ok this year i’ll be normal about it, after this long, surely watching one video won’t spiral me again” and it always fucking does. No other hyperfixation i’ve ever had has functioned on a calendar cycle so idk wtf this is. This is the 6th year of this. I cannot escape.

So yeah, per how it’s been since middle school, November-January my main hyperfixation will be slenderverse. It could be shorter, it could be longer, but that’s the general pattern i’ve noticed over the years. After that i’ll pretty much be back to normal.

Don’t get me wrong, i’m not taking a 3 month hiatus or anything. I promise i will do my best to get the store shifter au part out before fucking 2024. But if you’ve sent me an ask recently and i’ve ignored it, i’m genuinely so sorry, but i can’t force myself to work on new stuff right now when mcyt g/t isn’t my main interest. I’ll do my best to get to it eventually when the hyperfixation comes back a bit more, i do read and process and think about every single ask i receive and it always makes my day when i get a new ask, but yeah. For the next few months i’m probably only gonna be working on and posting stuff that’s been in the works, are from asks that we’re given to me like a year ago and already have wips in progress to answer them, or art that i just haven’t given you yet.

on the other hand, if you’re reading this and you like creepypasta or slenderverse stuff, i’ve created what i think is literally my 5th fucking blog! @cynningly <-i’ve been spamming this for like 4 days cause i refuse to be normal about slenderverse stuff, but follow there if you want horror stuff and so far just a bunch of really shitty edits of internet arg sexyman villains. Also yes all of my blogs have to have “cyn” in the name somewhere, that’s how you can tell it’s me lmao

tldr:

my hyperfixations switched up again, im really into slenderverse (slenderman-centric args) at the moment and likely will be till January. This is a cycle that’s been going on for years now. made an alt for it -> @cynningly

I will still be working to post mcyt g/t stuff, but only stuff that’s a wip or has been in the works for a while. to anyone who has sent an ask recently: sorry, but i can’t take on making new stuff when my focus isn’t purely on mcyt rn. I will do my best to get to it eventually and if you’re one of the people who’s sent a story request or ask recently i truly, truly appreciate it. y’all make my day. but, yeah, that’s what’s going on with me lol

[angelasscribbles]

WIP Wednesday

I have several things in process at the moment. Well, you know me, I have about twenty things in process at the moment, but I have a couple of things that will be ready to go within the next week or so.

Spoilers are under the cut.

I should be fine-tuning my portions of Mardi Gras Mayhem (a collaborative effort with several other talented fic writers):

“Sorry, ladies,” Leo interrupted, “I couldn’t help but overhear-“

“Sure, you could,” the blonde answered, “You’ve been standing there staring at me since you got here.”

“Of course, I’m staring at the most beautiful woman in New Orleans!” he gave her the signature Rys smile, guaranteed to charm the pants off any woman.

She wasn’t having any though. With a roll of her eyes, she turned away.

“Didn’t I see you with your hands down some guy’s pants?” one of the other women asked.

“No, I mean yes, I mean that was my brother!”

“That makes it worse!” the woman exclaimed.

“No, it’s not like that!”

“So what’s your story?” the third woman asked.

“Well, if you must know, I'm a prince!” Leo dropped that bomb and waited. It always worked.

The blond turned back toward him with a snort, “Sure honey, everyone's a prince tonight. Come on girls, let’s get back to the party!”

“No, really!” Leo tried to follow them, “I'm going to be king one day!”

“Sure you are...”

“Wait!”

Leo bumped straight into the bouncer outside the door. The huge behemoth of a man grinned at him, “I’ll let you be my king tonight if you want!”

“Ah, thanks….but no…” Leo backed away dejectedly and smacked right into someone else....

or finishing the most recent chapter of A Fervid Fixation

Auvernese soldiers melted out of the night and descended upon them, pulling them apart.

They reached for each other but to no avail.

Riley was pulled from Drake’s grasp as she twisted her body around, trying to keep him in her sight.

“Riley! Riley!” He broke free and scrambled toward her, making it only a few feet before he was intercepted and wrestled to the ground.

But what I’m actually doing right now is this. Don’t ask me what it is, it does not fit into any universe I’ve already created. It’s brand new. It’s from TRR 3, The Unity Tour, the thing I said I’d never write but here we are.

Bit of backstory: Despite my reputation as a Drake stan, I have never turned down Liam’s proposal in game. Started playing TRR 3 with Drake as my fiancée and I’m now having the same issue with Liam that I had with Drake before: I miss their romance.

In most things I write with a triangle or poly situation, I have her marry Liam. But there’s an entirely different dynamic to be explored if the shoe is on the other foot. So without further ado, here is a snippet of….something:

The button-down shirt wasn’t a far cry from his usual, just dressier than denim. The jacket and slacks were an upgrade, but he still refused to wear a tie.

She didn’t care what he wore. The denim was fine with her. He was the one determined to fit into a world he’d always hated.

For her.

She sighed as she ran a hand down his chest and thought, not for the first time, that maybe she should have declined Liam’s request for help with…well, everything.

But she wanted to help him. She wanted to be involved. She liked making a difference in the world. And as it turned out, she was good at it! She fit seamlessly into Liam’s world.

But where did that leave her husband to be, she wondered as she watched him fidget with the collar of his shirt.

You can keep up with my updates here.

All Things TRR:

@nestledonthaveone  @karahalloway  @tessa-liam  @belencha77 @lovingchoices14

@21-wishes @secretaryunpaid @lunaseasblog  @princessleac1 @bebepac

@emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @73geenalove  @sillydg @twinkle-320

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @tinkie1973 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @jared2612 @mainstreetreader

@amandablink @harleybeaumont  @xpandass420x @ladyangel70 @twinkleallnight

@dcbbw  @indiacater @queenmiarys @phoenixrising0308 @gabesmommie1130

@kingliam2019 @3pawandme @bascmve01 @hollygirl1269  @ohmyeightpastlives

[the-wolfstar-cupboard]

Hello! Welcome to the Wolfstar Cupboard, an active wolfstar fanfiction library!

GUIDELINES:

As of right now, I am only recommending fics off of AO3 (Archive of Our Own) because that is the site I prefer. That does not mean I won't check out some other popular sites in the future, but at the moment, I'd like to stick with the one I know best(:

I will NOT read fics containing:

Rape/Non-Con

M-Preg or A/B/O

Ageplay

Beastiality

Pedophila

Glorification of Cheating

WIPs

Please do not harass me over the fics I like or recommend! These are just some of my favorites, and not everyone has the same taste. Let's please keep everything positive<33 (Except for the fics. We love some good angst.)

FIC REQUESTS

If you look at my pages (in the blog description on mobile) you will find a Request a fic! page. There, you can recommend ME a fic to read, or request a category for a rec list! They can be as niche as you want, but if I can't find anything, I'll still post it so anyone else can recommend you a fic. I'll try my best to provide for your request, though!

I will do my best answer all asks within a timely manner(:

REC LISTS

Every rec list I will make will be organized by niche categories, such as "Raising Harry" fics or "College AUs." You can request categories, which I will go over in the next little paragraph!

If you look at my pages (in the blog description on mobile) you will find a Request a fic! page. There, you can recommend ME a fic to read and add to a rec list, or request a category for a rec list! They can be as niche as you want, but if I can't find anything, I'll still post it so anyone else can recommend you a fic. I'll try my best to provide for your request, though!

MY MASTERLIST

My masterlist will be a complete catalogue of all the fics in my rec lists. It will start out very small, and grow gradually as this library grows. I can't wait to see it full!

FEATURED SHIPS

(This is a list of ships that I personally enjoy and will definitely be featured in some of the fics I recommend. Obviously, not all the ships listed above will be in all the fics I recommend. Ships like Jegulus are found less often in fics, while ships like Jily are found more often. I try to be as fair to each ship as I can but it’s just not an equal fight.)

Jily (James Potter/Lily Evans)

Dorlene (Dorcas Meadowes/Marlene McKinnon)

Jegulus (James Potter/Regulus Black)

Fralice (Frank Longbottom/Alice [insert maiden name I have yet to figure out])

(minor) Drarry (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter)

SHIPS I WILL NOT FEATURE

(This will probably be a growing list, since I discover odd ships I personally do not enjoy almost every day! AO3 tags are really something.)

Lily Evans/Severus Snape

James Potter/Severus Snape

Remus Lupin/Severus Snape

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Literally any variation of wolfstar and Snape or wolfstar and James as a threesome foursome whatever. If you enjoy those ships, that's great! But I personally don't and would prefer not to read fics with them.

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About Me

My AO3

I'm Kina (kinaesthetic/kinaesthetique)! I write about girls falling in love and kissing and examining what it means to be human or otherwise. I also like to break my toys sometimes, but I know how to fix them.

I do not take requests, or commissions, but most importantly, I do not take creative direction for my fics.

I'm notorious for writing characters in ways that make me happy. :) This tends to manifest with explorations on gender and neurodivergence or odd/alternate takes on canon. That's okay if it's not for you.

I would personally prefer to NOT have my fics placed in public ranked bookmark collections, even if the list is 5/5 stars or whatever. Thank you!

Now that's out of the way, I love in-universe plots with changes to canon, supernatural additions, supernatural/non-human AUs, and wingsssss! Sometimes I draw for my fics and other times I seek commissions. I'll occasionally post art here as well.

This blog is mostly for posting in-progress snippets, working through fic logistics, answering questions, and crying/yelling about headcanons. I reblog art and other fandom stuff to my main unless it was gifted to me. I do not post what my main is publically for Reasons™, but if you keep an eye on your notifs, you'll probably find me.

I write slowly but I don't give up or abandon. Longest wait for an update was 4 years on the dot. ┐⁠(⁠´⁠д⁠`⁠)⁠�� I have a full time job, a full time academic career, a house, and three cats. I write whenever I get the energy and the time. :') I'm always grateful for the patience of my readers, so thank you whether you've been here since 2013, 2017, 2020, or yesterday. 💛

Currently Active Fandoms

RWBY

Overwatch

Permanent Rotating-In-Mind Characters

Nora Valkyrie

Weiss Schnee

Satya "Symmetra" Vaswani

Penny Polendina

Pyrrha Nikos

Ruby Rose

Blake Belladonna

Fox Alistair

I only really have one "signature" ship and that is sympharmercy. I'll write whatever looks cute, usually sapphic rarepairs. At the moment, I flip between fixating on Nordic Winter and Valkos.

Acronyms and Tags Below

Incomplete List of Acronyms I Use

Take to the Skies - TTTS/TttS

Sent from Valhalla - SFV

All the Downy Days - AtDD

Toward Hidden Horizons - THH

her demons, their witch - HDTW

lightning always strikes twice - LAST

six ways from sunday - 6ways

all the good girls go to hell - good girls

Set Upon Her Mountain - SUHM

sympharmercy - SPM

her pulse in my throat/SnowStorm Vampire AU - ssvau

Pillar of Ashes (defunct title)/ 'on the run from tomorrow' - poa! jnpr

Current Blog Tags

#kina rambles - anything that doesn't include a literal snippet of fic. may eventually diverge into multiple tags

#kina writes + #snippets - includes an actual snippet of a WIP

#kina draws - art and art wips; scarce due to a fraught relationship with publically posting art

#krwbyverse - (kina's rwby universe) headcanons, technical details, things i refuse to accept as canon/not canon, and more!

#kina updates - fic update has been posted to ao3/ delay due to Horrors

#kina found dead in a glue trap [this post] - writing memes that come for my entire life

#mermaid valkos au - 'between the sunshine and the sea' series tag; semi in-universe au in which pyrrha is a surfer and nora is a mermaid. sequels in progress.

#snowstorm vampire au - an in-universe nora/weiss series in which weiss get unwittingly turned into a vampire; tentatively leaning toward pyrrha/nora/weiss

#poa! jnpr - post v3 finale, missing time fic that heavily focuses on jnr grieving in the most reckless way they can manage without glynda kicking their asses

#(n)ever after au - v8 finale au in which nora, emerald, ren, oscar and ruby (nero+r aka the n in (n)ever after) fall instead of rwby+j. a fun speculative au that hurts everyone so so bad including myself. mostly a thought experiment.

[levi-supreme]

PSA: Rei's 2023 plans

Hi everyone, and happy holidays!! ✨ with the year coming to an end, I thought I would want to do a little blog maintenance/PSA post to share about my plans for this blog and for 2023! And nope, I'm not leaving, so don't worry XD

Priority work

First off, I will put my priority on finishing all my event requests I've received during Rei's Springtime Event, and this includes all the one-shot requests I've got as part of my birthday event, and all the date drabble requests I've got as part of my milestone event.

It was supposed to be a spring event, but I've been taking almost a year to finish these requests, and I'm sorry to everyone for taking so long, especially to those that sent me their requests for my milestone event! ಥ_ಥ

I promise you all, finishing all these requests will be my priority for now and I hope all of you will enjoy reading your requests! <3

Collab event work

Secondly, I have three overdue work that were supposed to be posted for collab events a year ago. These collabs have no deadline, but I will work on them asap as well! These are writings that I've been working on for a long time, and I'm excited to share them with you all as well!

Statistics Professor Ackerman work

As you all know, stats prof Levi owns a huge part of my brain (hehe) and I have lots of ideas and fics for this au even though I don't need to study stats anymore XD therefore, next on my never-ending WIPs list is to write more about our sexy 40 year old statistics professor!

Fluffy Friday and Thirsty Thursday work

For those of you who don't know, I started a thing on my blog called Fluffy Friday whereby I will take fluff thoughts and headcanons for Levi, and answer them with a drabble! I have some more lovely suggestions in my inbox and drafts, and I'll want to work on them whenever I can as well.

Similarly, I also have lots of amazing thirsty and smut prompts and suggestions in my inbox and drafts, and I will work on them as well! Some are mild, some are dirty (hehe), and I can't wait to write and share them with all of you as well!

Other WIPs

Outside of all these suggestions and requests, I also have lots of fanfic ideas that I want to work on as well! However, all my other WIPs and requests will take precedence over them, but whenever inspiration strikes, I'll work on these other fic ideas as well!

I don't think I'll be opening my one-shot requests, but as usual, my Thirsty Thursday: A 100 Different Kisses will always be open. So if anyone wants some kisses from their 2d beloved, send in those kiss prompts!

Please note that despite me writing and planning what to write, I'm also working and studying too, so I might not have all the time to write, and updates might be slow as well.

Thank you to each and everyone of you for staying with me these past year, and for all the amazing love and support I got as well! I hope you all will continue to stay with me, and here's to a better 2023 for all of us!

If there's anything you want to know more about, or you want to chat, my asks and dms are always open for you!! 🤗

[pandoraimperatrix]

Monomania

DickKory | 1,1k | Angst/Character study

Special thanks to @escapism-through-imagination <3

As Barbara slept beside him, his own eyes wouldn't shut, frustration and fear eating him inside like acid. His hand unconsciously returning to where she touched him. It was such a small touch. So fleeting.

God, he had promised to himself that he would not indulge those thoughts anymore. He had been trying so hard. And now, he had even dragged Babs into this. He eyed her sleeping form beside him, she had no idea, but she was not stupid, here was a reason why he haven’t invited her before, she’d see, she knew him well, Donna knew in no time. And when she did, and she realised…

He turned away from her, bitter disgust filling his mouth like bile, but he made himself swallow down. That was nothing compared to what he deserved. But he really thought, he truly believed that she, and the feelings they once shared, the powerful pull of the first love could steal his heart back and release him from the agony that was wanting a woman that could never be his.

Yet, even after having Babs hands all over him, the touch that still remained engraved to his skin was that of the points of her fingers. Kory made him a man he never believed he could be. A man that dared to rewrite Shakespeare. Her eyes were like the sun, and what chance had a summer's day in comparison to the warmth of her smile?

Such was his fixation, that one single moment became a whole movie inside his head. There was so much material in between, no possibility for skin to meet, his armour, her long gloves, cruel impervious barriers. Somehow, he still felt it, her. Engraving his skin. And he knew it had nothing to do with how just a few moments after that same touch would become lethal in a way that made literal sense, real fire, instead of silly poetic comparisons his yearning ridden brain sung about.

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Since then, the scene kept replaying under his eyelids, relentlessly. Bringing him back there, the memory gaining strength, morphing into an entirely new thing. Locking in him inside another of his vivid fantasies. His brain no more haunting him with accusations of past actions, now it taunted him with what ifs.

There is no Gotham there, no Jason, no Bruce, not witnesses when he pulls her gloves with his teeth, her eyes darkening with desire as he kisses her palm, her free hand grabbing his head by the roots of his hair in such a demanding way that that constriction of his tight armour hurts. She could kill him with her fire, yet the blows life through the seam of his lips.

And then he's back to his childhood bed, next to the wrong woman.

He was no stranger to insomnia and the night terrors were so common he mostly didn't mind them anymore. But that was so much worse, and no one teach you kills for dealing with good dreams. He tried to hard to avoid the truth, but even after being inside of a woman who deserved so much better than being used as a denial strategy, he was already betraying her, lying there by her side in flesh only, while his mind was trapped in a state of self-hatred and vivid dreams about a woman he couldn't have.

Kory would leave soon, he knew, she quite literally didn't belong to his world.

When she told him, three months ago, the only thing he was grateful for was that she, wise as always, chose to tell him in private, before sharing with the rest of the family.

It had in no way of form been easy to keep his cool in front of just Kory. It was very hard to keep his cool in front of her, even when she was not telling him she was Crown Princess of an entire planet elsewhere, but he was considering not having been surprised in front of his whole family a small mercy.

The most terrifying thing about Kory, far than her super strength or starfire, it was the way she could just read him, as if all his training was time wasted. Donna could do that too, but she had decades of experience with his bullshit. Kory knew him for what? A year? It felt like ages. Sometimes he even wondered if she was really psychic, but he had been too ashamed to ask.

She avoided his eyes that day, as if she was ashamed too. Of bringing another problem after the hell they had been gone through. He knew she had been struggling with shame concerning the mission that brought her to Earth. He wondered if that was what made her stay away. Kory was proud, but somehow it didn't look like a flaw in her, yet it made him cower, there was so much he wanted to ask, to know about her. But as she told him her story, hands nervously playing with her rings, plump shimmering lips moving with each word, his throat closed. The ability to talk a long lost dream.

When she ended her tale, he could see she was waiting for him to say something, anything. Sadness and disappointment clouding her eyes after he just stood there, frozen. She smiled softly, and touched his chest before leaving the room. He could remember following her movements with his eyes. He could see and feel with detail the alternative timeline in which he reached for her, pulled her to his arms and told her that it didn't matter who she was, where she was from, why she came to Earth. He was in love with her, like he never thought it was possible outside of epic writing, and there was no way he'd let anyone hurt her or take her away.

But he didn't.

And as he watched her walk away, swinging her hips in that way that made his thoughts slow to the cadence of her movements, he closed his eyes hard. Making his decision on spot. Of course, he couldn't tell her, pursue her, even dream... The time they shared was stolen, and not much of it remained. Of course, there was no way heaven would be missing it's special angel forever. Of course, there was no chance, and it had been arrogantly naive of him to even wish.

That night, she had done it again, grazed two fingers, across his heart. And although he was not stupid, and knew there was nothing more to it in her mind. It was as if she was mocking him. Going back to the scene of the crime, savouring the hallowing emptiness where his heart used to reside in, evidence of her victory. Emptiness that would only grow and swallow him whole when she'd return to where she belonged and he could not follow.

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My own super-power is making excuses for this asshole Dick Grayson.

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

Masterlist

My Masterlist

Hey everybody! This is just going to be a collection of my writings so they don’t get lost in the sea of reblogs!

Now, as you’ll see, obviously, I don’t have fics for all of these people yet, but I have lots of wips on the way for you all, and lots of ideas that I haven’t even started writing yet, as well as a mini-series that I’ve started writing and haven’t finished. When I finish it, it will get its own masterlist, and the link will be posted here. As well, I’ll try to update this every time I post a fic, and while this is everyone I have plans for writing, I’ll probably include the Guardians in here at some point too!

You can also request any of these people, and I’ll post when my requests are closing, which is unlikely to happen, and you’ll all just have to deal with me being reallllllllllllllly slow to update and answer requests.

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MCU

Platonic!Avengers

Touchstarved (March 1st, 2022)

You really hate being touched, but when you get sleep deprived around Bucky, will things change?

Crushes on the Red Sea (March 2nd, 2022)

Your period shows up, so you take the day off. When everybody finds out you’ve been harbouring a secret crush, they pester you until you finally tell them.

Crushes on the Red Sea pt2 (February 19th, 2023)

After a few weeks of dating, Bucky reveals to you that he had heard what Peter said but wanted to hear you say it because he figured there was no way you actually liked him. Softness and fluffiness ensue

I Lost My Phone! (July 4th, 2022)

Reader’s ADHD causes her to lose her phone a lot, when the Avengers find out she has specialized ringtones for all of them, they’re obsessed with finding out what they all are. Note: Sam x Reader is mentioned in this fic, but mostly in the background / end.

Bruce Banner

Bruce’s Birthday 2022 (January 4th, 2023)

After a mission where Bruce had to Hulk out, he’s very protective over you from Hulk even though Hulk’s never hurt you. At some point during the fight, the clock hits midnight, signalling the beginning of his birthday, so naturally, after everyone’s calm again, you give him his present.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky’s Birthday 2022 (March 12th, 2022)

When Bucky gets injured on a mission right before his birthday, you help him celebrate in a special way. An embarrassed you and Steve follow.

Taken (January 4th, 2023)

Tony accidentally finds out that you and Bucky are together.

There You Go (May 20th, 2023)

Reader has been wanting a tattoo forever, but has always been too scared to get it done. Her best friends, Natasha and Wanda, convince her to finally go to where they got theirs. There she meets Bucky Barnes, an absolutely gorgeous man with an entire sleeve of tattooos on his left arm, and he’ll be the one doing her tattoo. What has she gotten herself into?

Are You In Here? (X)

Clint Barton

Clint’s Birthday 2022 (September 20th, 2022)

While dealing with the major threat that Thanos has become, what will you do when you find out that you’re pregnant? What will happen when the Avengers find out?

Loki Laufeyson

Wait For Me (V)

All Or Nothing (VIII)

Sit Down, My Love (XI)

Do What You Gotta Do (XXII) (Dad!Loki x Daughter!Reader)

Romeo, Romeo (XXIII)

Maria Hill

Maria’s Birthday 2022 (July 24th, 2022)

After 18 months of dating Maria, Natasha realizes that you have no idea when her birthday is, embarassment and cuddles ensue.

Natasha Romanoff

Nat’s Birthday 2022 (December 29th, 2022)

When you get sick trying to make Nat’s birthday perfect, she takes care of you and kisses away every single complaint about her working on her special day.

Peter Parker

Sometimes Life Gets in the Way (April 18th, 2022)

You and Peter, the two youngest Avengers are dating and are ready for your first time to be with each other. When some stuff regarding your parents come to light, things get put off. Especially when you factor in that you’re both starting university.

His Hoodie (July 2nd, 2022)

On laundry day, you’re out of shirts and steal Peter’s hoodie to wear. He might like it more than you originally thought.

Peter's Birthday 2022 (October 17th, 2022)

After being fired from your job, Peter gets you a new one working for Nelson and Murdock. After you burn his birthday dinner, Peter reminds you that you’re going to May’s for a party tonight. After the party, your new boss needs some stitching up after a nasty fight. What a day in the life of Spiderman’s girlfriend, especially on his birthday

You’ve Been Faking It? (II)

But...They’re So Small (XXV)

Can’t Stop Singing (XXXII)

Pietro Maximoff

Come Take A Break With Me (February 20th, 2023) 

When Pietro realizes that you’e been so busy writing you haven’t taken care of yourself, he convinces you to take a break with him

Slow Down (XII)

Phil Coulson

Phil's Birthday 2022 (October 15th, 2022)

For Phil’s birthday, you decide that you want to spend some time with your husband, so you make a phone call and voila, dinner and dessert for two.

Sam Wilson

Sam's Birthday 2022 (November 10th, 2022)

Sam goes on a run every morning with Steve, and you’re always still asleep by the time he comes back, so he showers and crawls back into bed with you for more cuddles and an early morning nap, this morning, when he comes back, you have a spicy surprise for him.

So Happy Together (XIII)

Stephen Strange

Stephen’s Birthday 2022 (November 13th, 2022)

You invite some of Stephen’s friends out for his birthday, after the dinner you take care of your very drunk fiancé.

Steve Rogers

Coming Out (March 18th, 2022)

You decide it’s time for you to come out to the team, even if it means losing everything. 

Steve's Birthday 2022 (October 15th, 2022)

During the aftermath of Steve’s birthday, the answer to a truth or dare questions reveals the birthday boy’s virginity status. Reader lends him a hand (and a mouth, and other things).

Or, when Steve tells the team he’s a virgin, how does the one person he has a crush on, the reader, wind up helping him out?

Come To Me (February 17th, 2023)

3 months after the mission that changed your life, you finally let Steve in to help.

T’Challa Udaku

T’Challa’s Birthday 2022 (July 25th, 2022)

While waiting for Bucky to finish cryo, T’Challa was never as nice to you as he was to Steve. Now that Bucky’s awake, will things change? Note: Reader is Bucky’s sister. (Barnes!Reader)

Thor Odinson

Pure (March 27th, 2022)

After everyone else has failed to lift Mjolnir, you’ve been encouraged to try. How do things change when it turns out you can?

All Or Nothing (VIII)

Did I Shock You? (IX)

Let Me Take Care Of You (XIV)

Tony Stark

Tony’s Birthday 2022 (August 23rd, 2022)

After weeks of not knowing what to get Tony for his birthday, you finally come up with an idea. Spoiler alert, he loves it.

Baby, Come To Bed (XV)

18 (XXIV)

Wanda Maximoff

Honey, I’m Floating (VI)

Stucky x Reader

Two Crushes (VII)

Take A Ride (XVI)

Cookies, Music, and Movies; Oh My (XVII)

Take Me Out To The Ballgame (XXXV)

WinterWidow x Reader

Uh, Guys? (July 31st, 2023)

You get put on a mission with both the infamous Winter Soldier and Black Widow to take down a Hydra base. You get shot and the extraction plan goes haywire but Tony knows a safe house. The only issue? There’s only one bed and you have a massive crush on both assassins.

Headcanons

Headcanon #1 (January 25th, 2022)

Headcanon #2 (January 30th, 2022)

Chris Evans x Reader

Comfort (Uncle!Chris Evans x Niece!Reader)(special request) (November 17th, 2022)

After a fight between you and your dad, you run over to your Uncle Chris’ house only to find that he’s not there. When he gets home, he helps you feel better with some special Evans’ secrets: hot chocolate and Disney.

Seven Minutes In Heaven

Series Masterlist

STRANGER THINGS

Steddie x Reader

You Like That? (August 1st, 2023)

You’ve been dating your two boyfriends for about a year, and the three of you have had sex a few times, but nothing major. However, while they’ve been a little more open about what they want to do, you’ve been hiding one thing from them. Your major praise kink.

You Never? (I)

Just Keep Swimming (XVIII)

Steve Harrington x Reader

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (XIX)

I Haven’t Shaved (XX)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Baby, You Need A Neck Rub (III)

You’re Sick (IV)

I Have Something To Tell You (XXI)

Kingdom Hearts

Riku x Reader

Always Been You (XXVI)

Axel x Reader

I Just Want You (XXVII)

9-1-1

Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader

You Like Jazz? (XXVIII)

Talkative (XXXI)

I’m Just Not Ready (XXXVII)

I’m So Sorry! (XXXVIII)

Eddie Diaz x Reader

No Reprieve (XXIX)

Bat Flip (XXXIII)

Buddie x Reader

Me? Stare? Never! (XXX)

Tier List (XXXIV)

Three’s Company (XXXVI)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unraveled 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A curious man wanders into your dress shop with a lot of questions.

Characters: Sherlock Holmes (Cavill)

Note: thanks for waiting on this one.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The carriage stops outside a brick building. A walk-up in Marleybone, just along Upper Baker Street. An address you couldn’t even dream of living near, let alone within. You peer up at the facade, the orange brick unstained by the coal and smoke of the backstreets. 

Gavin appears to open the door and sets a step down before you can emerge. He offers his hand gallantly and you let him assist you down to the road. You thank him as you peer up at the arched front door of 221b. 

“You need only knock, miss,” Gavin goes to pat the horse’s haunch as it kicks. “Ask for Mr. Holmes, he is expecting you.” 

You grip your bag tight and set your chin. You might not belong but only you are troubled by it. You climb the steps alongside the iron rail and lift the heavy knocker mounted on the thick wooden door. It’s clang rattles even you. 

You wait, both hands on the handles of the bag. Gavin appears behind you with the rolls of fabric, breathless as he struggles to keep them from touching the ground. You return your attention to the door as it opens. 

“Hello, I’m looking for Mr.--” 

“Holmes,” the very man you’re seeking stands before you, “forgive me, my housekeeper... resigned.” 

“Not to worry, sir,” you assure him. 

“Come in,” he backs up, gesturing you within with his large hand. “And how was your journey? I hope you didn’t come upon any scoundrels.” 

“Only upon her destination, sir,” Gavin japes as he steps in behind you. 

“Eh,” Holmes tilts his head at the driver, “allow me.” 

Holmes takes the rolls of fabric from Gavin. He hugs them effortlessly in on arm as he faces you again, dismissing the driver with no more than a nod. You stand rigidly by the wall, hesitant to go any further. The door closes and the click makes you flinch. 

“Allow me to show you around,” Holmes offers, looming in the tight space of the entryway. 

“I need only see your sister,” you insist. 

“Ah, yes, Enola, you will, but it only polite to get you acquainted with the space,” he rebuffs. 

“With respect, sir, I’ve come out of my way and without warning to this appointment. More work does await me at my shop,” you squeeze the leather handles until they squeak, “it is a lovely home, I’m sure, but I’ve come upon business, haven’t I?” 

“Yes, but it wouldn’t take very long,” he counters, “yet, if you’d rather keep this formal, by all means, I will take you to my sister.” 

“Thank you, sir.” 

You bite down, wondering if perhaps you were more curt than you should be. The apartment is rather far from your neighbourhood and the travel time alone will impose upon your ongoing commissions. You don’t expect he considered that. He does seem the type to command rather than ask. 

He directs you to the stairs, just across from the door, and waves you onward. He follows as your skirts brush the top of your boots with each step. The wallpaper is tightly decorated with framed newspapers and portraits, cluttered together but not garishly so. 

You get to the top and he advises you to go left. You obey as he keeps pace. 

“Did you... discover what led to that woman’s fate? Or who she was?” You ask as you take measured steps. 

He isn’t demure as he walks next to you, crowded against you as his broad figure allows for little space, “sadly, yes and no. Not her name. Only that she was a factory woman. I won’t say much on the matter as it is ongoing and confidentiality is a part of my contract, I would only gird you to keep your doors locked and yourself alert.” 

You chew on his answer. It makes you nervous. You know the woman was found close to your shop and home. The news has been whispered for blocks. 

“I will be sure to hede your advice,” you say. 

You walk past a door as he stops to knock on it. You spin back, skirts swirling around you, and he glances at you as he plants his hand on the door frame. There is activity from within, scratching and creaking. He sighs and stands straight as he slides his hand down the pillar. He raps with his knuckles again. 

“Enola,” he booms through, his voice shaking you. “I told you to be ready.” 

You hear furious footsteps and the lock flicks back with similar furor. It opens and a young woman with a slumping bun greets Mr. Holmes. Strands fall loose from the clip and her blouse is half untucked as her sleeves are rolled to her elbows. She has a long oval face, flushed as she shows her teeth. 

“I told you, I’m busy--” 

“Not so busy that you would waste this good woman’s time,” Holmes insists, “she traveled all this way. We discussed this.” 

She flutters her lashes and huffs. Her eyes flit over to you and she softens her expression, “if her time is wasted, it is hardly my fault.” 

“Hm,” he hums flatly, “isn’t it? It wasn’t I who fed your dresses to the furnace.” 

She smiles, a smug look that pinches her cheeks, “I was cold.” 

“Sister,” he warns dangerously, crossing his arms, his breadth wider than ever. 

“You know what, I welcome her company. Much preferable to your own,” the woman sneers and turns her shoulder to her brother, “come on, then. Suppose I need a dress for the banquet.” 

You inch forward. A flare of resent burns in you at the position Mr. Holmes has put you in. Plainly, this appointment was not upon his sister’s behest. She holds the door for you and her brother exhales deeply. 

“All you need do is stand still, I’m certain you can handle that, sister,” he rebukes, “do let me know when you are finished and I will call the carriage.” 

“Thank you,” you utter without looking at him. He sets the rolls just inside the door and backs up to watch you. 

You enter the bedroom and find it cluttered and cramped. There are books in stacks with more littered around the bottom. A dried-up paint palette and an easel draped over with several jackets and unpaired stockings. There is a four-post bed with scrambled covers and a canopy twisted around the poles. Vials upon vials line shelves and an inkwell stands uncapped over untidy sheets of paper. 

“Very well,” the woman shuts the door, “I am Enola, the famous detective’s ne’er do well sister and you are the seamstress who will make me a peacock.” 

You stare at her and swallow tightly. You offer your name before you begin, “I’ve only come upon his request--” 

“Ah, yes, I’m certain you have. He’s still trying to make a lady of me. I see through his guise, though he doesn’t think it. He underestimates me, see. He lies but I will go along for I will more easily avoid his snare if I do.” 

You nod and narrow your eyes. The wealthy can always afford to be so eccentric. You don’t think any woman you know would view a new dress as such a curse. She is young, she cannot know. 

“If you don’t mind, I’ll only take your measurements,” you offer, “I can always fit upon the dress form.” 

“Do what you must,” she sighs, “shall I strip down?” 

You put your bag on a chair as she unbuttons her blouse, “not-- if you--” You look up at her as she reveals a corset and reaches to undo her skirt. You focus on your bag and scoop out your measuring tape. 

You approach her as her skirt heaps at her feet. She is tall, her legs on long, her figure lithe. You begin your work silently. She raises her arms as you request and puts them back down. 

“Suppose if I wasn’t here, I might’ve become a dressmaker. I always enjoyed stitching,” she muses as you scribble down each number, “it seems lonely work. Quiet work.” 

“It’s work,” you say as you take out the envelope and unfold the page to examine the dress again. You hold it up and glance past it at Enola. 

“May I see that?” She asks but doesn’t await an answer before she snatches the paper. “Oh, is this really what he chose? No, no, no, this won’t do. I want my shoulders covered.” 

You slip the envelope back in your bag, “it is only what I was given. If you prefer adjustments, it is your dress.” 

“Yes, my dress and my body,” she crumples the paper and tosses it onto the rug. 

You close up your notebook and go to the rolls of fabric, “would it be too much for me to do some piecework?” 

“If you insist,” she pouts. 

You take out your scissors and turn your back to her. She isn’t rude, per se, but you’re not in the habit of associating with this sort of clientele. You get numbers on a sheet and you sew. A living form is not quite your forte. 

-🪡

When you finish, you can sense Enola’s agitated impatience. You don’t blame her. It’s plain she didn’t want the dress or your visit. It is more so upon the shoulders of her brother. Mr. Holmes. You’re similarly irked that he would put you in this position. 

Enola is already fiddling with some instrument before you can go. You emerge and pull the door shut after you. You stand in the hallway, bag at the crook of your elbow as you hug the fabric. You move with hampered steps towards the stairs. As the top creaks beneath your weight, your name is called from further down the hallway. 

“Ah, are you set then?” Mr. Holmes asks as he stops just outside a door, “I was thinking, to make up for your efforts, you might want to stay for tea.” 

You look down at your armful and back to him, “that’s very generous, but--” 

“I believe I paid an adequate fee for the appointment,” he strides slowly towards you, “but I am open to a barter if it was not sufficient.” 

You feel the heavy sovereign tucked into your jacket. You crook your lips and raise your chin, “no sir, it will do for today and the making of the dress. The fabric... I don’t have any as rich as the style requested.” 

“Another service I may require of you. If you wouldn’t mind to select the material, I would be happy to reimburse the expense.” 

“Would there be a colour? A fabric preferred? Velvet? Satin? Chiffon?” You prompt, “I solely work in cotton and wool, as I forewarned.” 

“Perhaps we might find a fabric seller at Covent Garden? You could accompany me on my next sojourn--” 

“I don’t know if I would have the time. I could write down some fabrics which would suit the silhouette we agreed upon,” you offer. 

“Mmm,” he hums, “you are rather professional. How about tea, then? Melinda from across the road sent some mutton over.” 

“The hour should see me back to my shop,” you shift your bag. 

“You are fastidious,” he stops before you and puts a hand on the fabric, “please, allow me, you are overburdened.” 

“I’m--” 

You can’t argue as he takes the fabric from you. You let him have it if only to avoid disaster you lean back on your heel. He angles the rolls under his arm easily and grins. A curl strays down his forehead. 

“I suppose you are right, given recent events, it would be best to see you home before the evening sets,” he says, “I would gladly see you home safe, miss.” 

He is overly polite, or perhaps you aren’t used to it. It is his home, he supplied the carriage, and he has paid generously. It makes each denial feel trite. 

“If you must, but I would be just fine on my own comportment,” you accept. 

“It isn’t any fuss, I will fetch a jacket and the driver,” he extends his arm past you, “after you.” 

You spin on your heel and face the staircase. You descend with your hand on the railing. As you come to the bottom, you wander towards the entry way and take in the fineness of the decor. Is much more becoming than your slanted rooms. 

Mr. Holmes places the rolls just beside the door and takes a jacket from the rack. He pulls it on and tells you to wait before he disappears outside. You linger as you are, sliding your bag down to your hands. 

When he returns, he reaches within to retrieve the fabric first. “Gavin is bringing up the carriage,” he declares and offers his free arm, “shall we?” 

You consider him. You wouldn’t want to be unkind. You step through the door, pulling it shut as you accept his bent arm, your hand in the crook. He accompanies you down the narrow steps, each step crowded by his. 

Gavin appears in the driver’s seat and reins the horse to a halt. The beast looks miserable. Mr. Holmes escorts you to the door and releases you to open it. He helps you with a strong hand and you sit within with your bag on your lap. He shoves the fabric in ahead of him, his head bowed as he fits through the small door. 

He closes it with a snap and settles on the bench on the other side of you. You stare across at the cotton, expecting he’d have taken that seat instead. His leg is on your skirt. 

You keep your hands on your bag. He knocks on the ceiling and the carriage rumbles into motion. You rock with it along the street, silent as you wring the leather handles. 

“I hope my sister did not cause too much stress. I know she can be a lot but she’s old enough now. She should start behaving as a lady,” he spreads a large hand across his thigh. “Perhaps, once she finds a husband, that will be easier.” 

You nod, uncertain of a proper response. 

“Not to mean... I don’t mean to assume, I am known however for my observations, and I have concluded you are not married,” he continues, “I gather if it were the case, you might not have a shop to sew in.” 

“Suppose not,” you reply dully. 

“It is only to say that my opinion of my sister isn’t general. A woman such as yourself is admirable.” 

“A spinster?” You supply. 

“I didn’t--” 

“I’ve chosen not to marry, that is true. I am not bothered by that fact,” you say, “isn’t that what you deal in, detective, facts?” 

“Fair,” he shifts on the bench, “but not everyone can detach emotion from facts.” 

“And why should I be emotional about that fact? I am much more happier than any woman could be with a husband,” you stare at the opposite wall of the carriage. “And I will assume, sir, as I am no detective, that you have neither taken to the altar.” 

He curls the fingers on his left hand, “I have not.” 

“And I’m certain you enjoy your bachelor lifestyle in your grand apartment,” you return, “while my own is not so extravagant, I find solace in it. On that, I think you might understand me.” 

He takes a breath and lets it out with a thoughtful hum, “I suppose we are similar in some way.” 

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I think I've been tagged by a few others for this and I'm sorry I never got around to it! I'm going to be going through and trying to respond to the ones I've missed, but if anyone wants to tag me again feel free!

Favorite Color: Cerulean blue, baby/hot pink and bright yellow has been growing on my for a while now.

Currently reading: Uh, well, I think the last actual book I picked up was the first in the Shadow & Bone series, but as I usually do with books I got distracted by fic and fandom things. I have been meaning to go back and reread (and finish reading) all of Cherie Priest's novels, but they're all packed away in boxes in my storage unit unfortunately. If you're into zombies, supernatural themes, and steampunk I HIGHLY recommend reading her stuff because it's fucking amazing.

Fanfiction wise I'm making my way through @godotismissingx -Bedroom Hymns series for like the fourth time - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2475169

@kinnsporsche True North https://archiveofourown.org/works/39011805/chapters/97582617

And of course anxiously waiting every day for updates on @yeetlegay Fake Love and Hennessy https://archiveofourown.org/works/39083298/chapters/97769772 and @luckydragon10 A King's Tree https://archiveofourown.org/works/39298218/chapters/98339034

(I just spent an hour fighting tumblr to get the coding to work to do click through links and it still isn't working idk so sorry about that...)

Last song: Well, this is difficult to answer because I'm currently listening to music so I'll just name the few songs I've been listening to obsessively for the past week etc. Hindi Sad Diamonds - John Leguizamo, Nicole Kidman & Alka Yagnik from Moulin Rouge (yes this is entirely Tong's fault from the world tour, thank you sir), Always Remember Us This Way - Lady Gaga (it's kimchay and it hurts and I love the pain), Small Doses - Bebe Rexha (ofc a kp video turned me onto this one), Smother Me - Kelaska and OF COURSE Why Don't You Stay by Jeff Satur because, I mean, come on.

Last Series: Working my way through a 3rd/2nd and a half rewatch of The Devil Judge (I never finished my second rewatch), um, KinnPorsche of course, that one is just a constant. Also watching My Liberation Notes, but I had to to take a break because every single character in that show is so damn depressed and human that it really brings me down to the dirt and I was getting a bit too sad. When I can finally tear myself away from all my wips I'm really looking forward to watching the newest season of Virgin River (yeah, I know, don't look at me like that. It's sweet and wholesome and corny and hetero but it's yummy okay).

Last movie: Went and saw Thor Love and Thunder with the fam sunday evening. It was predictable, very marvel (derogatory), but I laughed a lot and it was a fun watch. Oh, and I watched Moana again last night as well because I heard Jeff Satur's cover of How Far I'll Go and promptly cried and lost my entire mind. Go ruin your life and listen to it right now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex_NRs9VyNw

Currently working on: Oh gawd please don't make me say it... several vid edits on the backburner, peteporsche fic, lawyer!kinn assistant!porsche fic request by @moerusai , kp fantasy royal au, the haunting of Theerapanyakul house (a haunting of hill house vegaspete au) for the lovely @liyazaki , another armpol fic, the kp greaser!era fic and Vegas character study I may or may not be giving up on 'cause the sparks just aren't hitting right, AND several pieces of artwork. *cries in not enough time*

No pressure tags - Everyone I mentioned above! As well as @acacia-luna-royal @ahdriking @omarandjohnny @mematryoshkame @minisculecosmos @suga4mycoffee

Pretty sure that's more than nine but I cannot count. ❤️

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bands | five

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summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, implied nudity/nudity (at the nightclub), teasing, sprinkle of breast touching, alcohol consumption, pole dancing, straddling/lap dances, slight degradation/implied degradation, rough handling, flashback scene

note: took a stab at this jungkook one shot + wips are updated!

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi@ephemeralkookie @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @sunniejinnie​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

'Do better' is exactly what Jungkook does, because he wants you, and he wants you bad. He thought he had you wrapped around his finger, when in fact, you had him wrapped around yours and he was crumbling by the minute. It's a little entertaining to you, seeing his name pop on your phone throughout the day with texts like:

[jungkook]: have a good day today, pretty lady.

[jungkook]: :)

[jungkook]: can't stop thinking about you and how good you looked last night.

[jungkook]: hope you aren't overworking yourself.

[jungkook]: can i call you tonight?

You would chuckle every single time, seeing him weak for you. You weren't gonna lie - you were fucking weak for him too, cause lord, who wouldn't be with Jungkook? The only difference is that you were just the stronger one between the both of you.

Ha, ain't shit but a hairflip. You for sure got this from your mama.

"To the club for Yoongi hyung's birthday!" Taehyung yells after they finish rehearsals for the next set of performances scheduled to happen in the next week and filming some content for Youtube.

"To the club-club!" Namjoon responds, throwing his hat back on.

"Excited to see some pretty girls shaking their ass and titties in my face." Yoongi lets out a cocky laugh.

"No private show?"

"No, hell no. I want 'em all." Yoongi smirks. "Jungkookie is the only one who loves his private shows."

"Yeah, yeah." Jungkook brushes it off with a chuckle.

"Are we finally gonna figure out who she is tonight?"

"Nope. She's not working tonight. Good try." He feels relieved saying that because to be honest, he's feeling completely and utterly selfish with you. He didn't wanna share, not with the guys. Hell no.

Except he's gonna have to tonight and he has yet to learn that.

» FLASHBACK

Jimin had just solidified the plans with Yoongi a couple of hours ago, learning that he wanted to head to the strip club for his birthday. And yeah, everyone has their own favorites. Everyone has their own agenda coming to the club. But, Yoongi says he wants to shut down the club for the evening so all 7 of them can enjoy the general floor together.

So, Jimin makes it a goal to grant Yoongi's wishes, but he also has another thing on his mind.

He had been picking up on Jungkook's little habits lately, even though he was notorious for always being on his phone and for barely paying attention to the environment around him. Jimin just knew he had it bad for you, miss new girl, simply by how his mood would change whenever he looked at his phone. How he was always at the club. How he always got shy and beat around the bush whenever you were brought up.

He just knew.

And to be honest, he was concerned. Moreso for Jungkook and his safety. Jungkook and his feelings. Things didn't sit right for him, and he worried that you were only out for his money. For his fame. For the attention. For all the wrong things. And he didn't like that shit one bit. He wasn't gonna let anyone take advantage of his little brother like that, he wouldn't give anybody the chance.

He wants to figure out who exactly you were. He wants to find out what you're all about. He wants to finally meet you face to face.

"Mr. Park Jimin!" Mr. Bigs says with a loud laugh. Jimin gives him a small smile as he tugs the brim of his hat down and approaches him. "How can I help you?"

"Yoongi's birthday is coming up at the end of the week, is it possible to shut the club down so the rest of the guys can enjoy the general stage together?" He pulls out an envelope and hands it to Mr.Bigs, his smile getting bigger the more he counts all the dollar bills inside.

"Whatever works for my boys." He laughs.

"Thanks." Jimin chuckles. "Uh, one more thing - if it's not too much of a bother, could I request a specific dancer to be out on the floor that night?"

"Yeah, of course you can. Who's the lady we're thinking of?"

"Whoever Jungkook's lady is." Mr. Bigs laughs so more and nods.

"Ah, I'm assuming he wants her there, huh? He really loves watching that young lady, but hey, whatever works and makes ya'll happy right?"

"Yeah, I suppose he does. I'd like to keep the request between us though." Jimin lies.

"Don't you worry about it. I'll make sure Phoenix is there that night. I'll have all of this covered so Mr. Min Yoongi has a fantastic birthday." He winks.

"Thanks, sir. We'll see you then." Jimin nods his head before heading out. Mr. Bigs waits until Jimin is out the door before pulling out his phone to give you a call.

"Hello?"

"You need to be here Friday, special request."

"From who? Can't I just take the—"

"Stop questioning me little girl, you hear me? Your ass better be here on Friday or else I'm taking a chunk out of your fucking tips and check." He abruptly ends the call.

» END FLASHBACK

And so the infamous Bangtan Sonyeondan boys are dressed, whipping out their cleanest, black attires from their closets. They take a couple of shots back to back before they're loading into their cars to be driven to the strip club. The club is empty, except for a few body guards, bar staff and the dancers.

"Oh shit, we get our own private show? Like actually?" Yoongi says, stepping into the empty club that was more than ready for the boys' arrival. There were topless dancers waiting alongside the stage with trays filled with different drinks and shots.

"Happy birthday, hyung." Jimin says, playfully massaging his shoulder.

"God, this is such a good way to end the day." Namjoon takes a shot from one of the beautiful ladies near the general stage. He smirks at her as he eyes her up and down, licking his lips when he realizes how fucking skimpy the bikini bottom she has on actually is. "Sheesh."

"Boys!" Mr. Bigs' deep voice comes from the other end of the club as he approaches them. "Please, enjoy and help yourself to whatever you like. Happy Birthday, Mr. Min Yoongi." He winks.

"Thank you, sir!" Yoongi yells as he grabs another shot from the tray. The rest of the boys follow suit, taking more drinks and eyeing the ladies around them, but Jungkook helps himself to a seat in the front of the general stage.

"Someone misses his private lady." Hobi jokes, causing him to shake his head.

"Whatever, as long as I don't have to share her with you guys." He spits out. "What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine." Jungkook finishes jokingly with his infamous line. It seems like a full house of dancers tonight, either on the sidelines or now entering the general stage. Jungkook rests his foot on his knee, ready to get the night started so he can enjoy, but also hurry on home afterwards to try and hear your voice.

But you were in the back room of the club.

No one really knew what was going on outside unless you had been outside already. Mr. Bigs gave you all a pep talk saying each and every single one of you needed to be on your best behavior, especially out on the floor. Bigs and his men refused to name the special guests just so none of you would psych yourselves out and mess up. You didn't know you were soon going to be catering to the BTS boys together, and Jungkook didn't know you were going to be one of the main dancers on stage either. His eyes were glazing over the rest of the girls on stage because they weren't you, to be honest. I mean, hell. It's always nice to be around topless, beautiful women. But he had gotten so used to seeing you. Your face. Your body. Touching you. Smelling your strawberry scent.

Jimin situates himself next to Jungkook, the rest of the group aligning themselves along the seats in front of the stage. He eyes Jungkook, taking note of how uninterested and bored he was - so bored that he even caught him trying to hide his yawn. Maybe he was just tired, as with everyone else, but that just meant his special lady friend wasn't out yet.

"You three, up. Now." Bigs says, coming into the backroom from the floor, pointing his finger towards the curtains. "Phoenix, remember. Don't throw no stupid ass attitude out there, playing hard to get like you're some kind of queen." He scoffs in disgust before dismissing the three of you. You roll your eyes, already highly irritated being there since it was originally your day off and no one wanted to give you answers as to why you needed to be there. Mr. Bigs had almost all the dancers out here to tonight, why the fuck would he need you?

The lights are off for a quick second before they dimly shine onto the stage, the music playing loudly in the background. You step onto the stage, your eyes instantly landing on the man front and center.

Jungkook.

You swallow the lump in your throat seeing the rest of the boy band around him, already smirking and licking their lips at the sight of you and the two other dancers on the stage. Jungkook adjusts himself in his seat, fixing his jacket as he sits upright to lean forward onto his knees. His eyes are glued onto you, almost like he's confused as to why you're here right now.

Why you're giving him and his boys a show.

Jimin catches Jungkook's slight uneasiness, his gaze following Jungkook's onto the stage. His eyes were set on you, the pretty lady swirling her body around the silver pole in the middle of the stage.

"She's fucking beautiful." Yoongi says, immediately getting up and reaching into the inner breast pocket of his jacket to pull out some bills. He stands in the front, almost blocking Jungkook's view of you. He catches Yoongi placing a couple of hundreds under the bottom portion of your fishnet bodysuit. The bodysuit that captured your curves so perfectly - thighs thick and full, ass cheeks popping out of the thong portion, your titties and pussy very visible through the fishnet material. God, you were a fucking beauty. Jungkook watches as you squat in front of Yoongi, bouncing up and down before you get up scandalously and shake your ass in front of his eyes. "Ohhhh shit." Yoongi bites onto his bottom lip as he laughs and tucks more bills near your thigh.

"It's his birthday!" Hobi yells, causing you to smirk at Yoongi and grab his hand to let him feel up on your breast. Jungkook shifts in his seat, a little envious of how Yoongi was able to touch you in that way before he was able to. Like fuck? Could it be my birthday too? Could it be my birthday everyday? He was never gonna let this one go. He continues to watch as you push Yoongi back onto his chair and give him a birthday lapdance.

"Happy birthday." You say softly in his ear before getting back up on the stage to do some tricks on the pole.

One, two: Turn upside down.

Three, four: Wrap them legs around.

Five, six: Treat the pole like a slip and slide.

Seven, eight: Flip back up and slide back down.

"Damn, it's my birthday over here too." Jin says tapping his lap and tossing a roll of bills near you before looking over at Taehyung. He's also throwing bills onto the stage, but he's focused on the other main lady off to the side. Still doesn't mean he isn't throwing bills your way either, cause he is every chance he gets to look over at you.

"Like what you see?" Jimin jokes with Jungkook.

"Yeah." Is all he says as he's approaching you. He gives you this look, which you don't understand what it means, but you didn't have the time to decipher it right at this moment. You watch Jungkook closely, his mouth pressed tightly together as his eyes are still scanning your entire body before he brings them back up to meet your eyes. You crawl towards him seductively, your fingers lightly brushing down his neck before you gently tug on his jacket. He doesn't say anything as he tucks bills near your titties, giving you one last look before sitting back down in his seat.

The main show comes to an end pretty quickly afterwards, other dancers making their way to the poles if they wanted or kept serving the boys whatever they needed. You hop off the stage, collecting your bills and folding them tightly together, tucking it deep on the side of your breast to keep it hidden. You head outside to get some air because what the fuck just even happened? You weren't expecting that whatsoever, even though you knew better than that. You should have always thought there would be a chance you'd have to do what you just did. You should have always been prepared.

"Lil mama, you looked good dancing up there in that tiny ass suit you got on." One of the men in Bigs' crew said as they lingered outside the backroom door, smoking cigarettes. "What do you say? Wanna come home with me so I can help get that off?" He smirks, approaching you.

"I'm only out here to get some air, please don't come up to me with all that bullshit." You spit out, causing the guy to furrow his brows at you.

"This one's got a little fire in her." He laughs, coming closer to you. "Whatchu gonna do if I don't take no for an answer, miss thang?" He grips your wrist tightly. You try to break free, but after tonight, you were too fucking tired to even deal with his stupid shit. "Oh, she's weak now?" He grips tighter, making you wince as you try to pry him off. He brings you closer, his face inches away from yours - so close you can smell the smoke and alcohol mixed together, coming off of his breath. Suddenly, you hear someone clear their throat behind them, their attention going from you to the individual. "Oh shit, it's Jeon Jungkook." You watch as the man lets you go, Jungkook standing there with his hands in his pockets and jaw clenched. He doesn't say anything besides nod to acknowledge them. "Big fan, dude."

"The fuck? I had my private show scheduled with Phoenix almost 10 minutes ago. You guys have been holding her up?" Jungkook is obviously throwing on an angry act because you didn't have any private shows booked tonight.

"Shit, my bad. I didn't know—"

"You didn't know cause you were too busy being a jackass?"

"Mr. Jeon, no disrespect here. I'm sorry I took time away from your show. Please, take whatever time you need with her - on me." He says, his friends silently standing by as they throw their cigarettes and go back inside.

"Yeah, it should be on you for fucking wasting my time." Jungkook doesn't say anything else, but he does glare at him until he's almost tripping over himself making his way back inside the club. "You okay?" Jungkook asks, coming closer.

"Yeah. Thanks." You rub your hand up and down your arm, the cold air nipping at your skin.

"I thought you said you weren't working tonight."

"I wasn't supposed to. Bigs just told me I was requested to be here tonight." You raise your eyebrow. "Wait, how did you not know? I thought it was—"

"You thought it was me that requested for you?" He chuckles. "Funny that you think I'd share you with the guys."

"Sooo?"

"I don't know." He shrugs. "Maybe he just wanted his best dancers to be here."

"Hm." You slightly smirk at the compliment. "Best dancers, huh?" He rolls his eyes and playfully sighs.

"Yeah, don't milk it." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You gonna be here all night?"

"Possibly since it's Yoongi's birthday." You nod. He stays silent as he looks at you for a bit, his head slightly cocked to the side.

"So does he get a pass for tonight?" Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head.

"Only cause it's his birthday."

"Mm, not even because he's your senior or anything of the sort?"

"Nah." He smiles a bit. "Not at all. I hope you know I'll never forget it."

"Please, I didn't know Jeon Jungkook was a drama actor, too. What can't he do?" You sarcastically say.

"Okay, say whatever you want." He kicks the dust below his shoes as he lightly chuckles with you. It's silent again, but it's a calming silence. There's no awkward vibes or anything of that matter. You begin to rub your arms again, the cold nipping at your skin harshly. "You should get back inside, it's freezing." He watches you shiver in front of him. He isn't sure if he should hand you his jacket, even if he does want to help you out in the slightest bit, but he figures he shouldn't since you still needed to finish your shift.

"Okay." Your expression softens. "See you in there?" He silently nods, watching your hips sway back and forth until you're deeper in the club. The night doesn't end for everyone until a little bit past 2, close to 3am. You're hauling your tired ass back home, Kai struggling and barely making it alive as soon as you walk through your front door.

"Jesus fuck, thank god." He shuts the TV off and covers his entire body with the blankets.

"Kai, I told you that you didn't have to wait."

"Well until you're out of the club, this is my life now." Why was everyone so dramatic tonight? You chuckle to yourself.

"Okay, if you say so. Night bubba."

"Night." He yawns. In about 2 seconds, he's back to snoring loudly, causing you to laugh to yourself as you get ready for bed.

[jungkook] 3:14am: home?

[y/n] 3:17am: yes. you?

Maybe Kai didn't have to stay up for you after all.

[jungkook] 3:23am: yeah.

[jungkook] 3:24am: i'm assuming you had a really long day today so sleep well, Y/N. can i call you tomorow?

[y/n] 3:20am: you can, i don't know if i'll answer though. :) goodnight jungkook.

And so Jungkook smiles to himself before grabbing a water and heading back to his dorm room. He was slowly getting used to your sarcasm and attitude, being that he has never had to deal with someone being this way towards him. It was fun, and new.

"So was your lady actually there tonight?" Taehyung asks with Jimin sitting next to him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jungkook scrunches his nose before turning on his heel to walk away.

"Wow, Jungkookie is being selfish. Namjoon hyung go scold him." Namjoon laughs.

"Jungkookie don't be selfish." Joon says nonchalantly just to keep Taehyung happy.

"Yeah, yeah." He shuts himself in his room to get ready for bed. Jimin silently sits next to Taehyung as they relive the night's events before going to bed. He had seen you and Jungkook talking outside, which only solidifies his assumption.

And he was onto you.

i'm good on that pussy shit; i don't want what i can get, i want someone with secrets that nobody, nobody, nobody knows

track six: gangsta - kehlani

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Semi-Hiatus Announcement

I get asked "how do you write so much" frequently and the answer is a pretty straightforward one: COVID changed the structure of my workplace significantly and gave me more free time at work, which I've been putting to excellent use writing about idiots in love.

But that will be changing in the next few weeks, because I'm getting a promotion! Which is exciting because it means more money, power, and glory, but also means more job duties and significantly less time to write.

I hesitate to call this a hiatus, because I'm not really going anywhere. I'm going to keep writing and posting the handful of WIPs I'm working on. I have a fic for the Witcher Big Bang that's coming out this fall. The new Where There's a Witcher fic will be up this weekend and I'm still updating Witcher of Surprise. So I'll still be around. But this means a few things will change:

1. Regular update schedules will unfortunately be a thing of the past. I like update schedules. They give readers something to look forward to and they give me a sense of structure. Unfortunately, I can't commit to updating any WIP weekly for the time being. (On the plus side, this will probably mean less cliffhangers, because I'll feel too guilty about leaving you all hanging.)

2. My output of shorter fics, like the ones I've been writing for various events, is going to probably slow to a crawl.

3. You all might need to wait a little bit longer than initially planned for the next So You (Don't) Want to be a Warlord fic, though I still intend to have it out this fall.

4. Prompts are closed for the time being so I can focus on my WIPs. The unanswered prompts currently in my inbox are going to be deleted, because their presence is stressing me out. Apologies to anyone who sent a prompt, because most of them are great prompts! I'm just busy and unanswered messages are stressful for me.

5. I am going to ask that people stop reaching out to me in order to request updates, ask if a series is abandoned, or request that I continue completed fics and/or series. (This doesn't include ask games or one-shots where I specifically ask if anyone would be interested in a continuation.) I understand that these questions aren't unkindly meant, but they often read to me as, "Hey, I see all the writing you're doing, but you should actually be working on this other thing that I like better instead." It's not a great feeling.

Thank you to everyone who reads, comments, leaves kudos, likes, and reblogs my work! I really appreciate all of you and am thrilled that so many people enjoy my stories. In a perfect world, someone would pay me a living wage to sit on my couch in my Eeyore pajamas and write fanfic. Alas, I must put on pants and go to work 40 hours a week so my dog can continue to live the life of luxury to which she's accustomed. (Picture of said princess below the cut as a thank you to anyone who's read this whole thing.)

Surprise! You get two pictures, because she looks too elegant in the first one and it's misleading.

(Get you a girl who can do both.)

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

helloo i am sorry if i’m bothering you <3

but i am kind of new and i have a deep passion about writing i did write somethings in the past but it didn’t get the attention that i wanted so you have any tips on have to get more attention?

thank you so much (if you don’t want to you can just ignore this message <3)

Hi, love! You're not bothering me, don't worry! I'm always open to answer asks like this! 🧡

I did answer a similar question before - you can find it here, maybe this helps a bit.

There are some general tips that in my experience help a lot. The first things that come to mind are create a masterlist, use tags, format your posts, add summaries & warnings, reply to comments & reblogs, post wip updates, etc.

I also believe it helps reading other fics & reaching out to other writers. But-BUT please only do that when you genuinely want to talk to them and actually like their stories. It's noticeable if you only do it to get reblogs or followers. Same goes for answering asks or comments btw. Don't talk to your readers bc you feel you have to in order to get attention. Do it because it's fun and you want to.

Write what you love. I know this sounds like such a cheesy tip but there is some truth to it. Keep writing what you enjoy and not what you think people will like. Like, for example, don't write smut only bc you think people will like it but you actually hate writing smut. I have stories on here that I wrote bc I thought that's what people wanted to read and on average, they didn't perform as well as the ones I actually wanted to write. Of course, it helps to look at "trends" but I think it's important to still enjoy writing it & making it your own in a way.

I also like to try out new things. Last week, I asked for blurb requests and a lot of people wanted pure fluff stories for Morpheus. I was hesitant at first bc I couldn't imagine writing for his character in only that context but then I tried it and I loved it. I completely fell in love with those blurbs & I can't wait to get to the remaining ones.

In the end, just try to have fun on here. (I know, easier said than done.) Comments & asks are pure fuel for a writers soul, I totally get that. Believe me, I do. It's one of the reasons why I always come back to writing fanfiction - the interaction in many fandoms is just so 🤌 But in my experience, with time comments and more attention will come. 🧡

Oh btw, there are specific times when your posts have a higher chance of being seen. I have absolutely no idea if that's the same for everyone (probably not) but for me I found that posting on the weekends always works well and posting between 11pm & 6am (my timezone: gmt+1).

I don't know if this helped, I feel like I rambled a lot lol In the end, these are all just tips and you might have to play around with them a bit to see what works for you. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send me a dm or an ask 🧡

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If you ever finish answering all of yours awaiting asks...

45 questions for you 👀

https://myaekingheart.tumblr.com/post/650107314353897472/fic-writer-ask-game

Lolllll BADLUCKBREBIS, you are so funny.

Inspiration and Reading Asks:

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

It looks like I started writing in 2017. I've been reflecting recently on how there are so many regularly active writers now compared to in 2017-2018. It was the tail-end of some of my fave writer's activity within fandom. Utsus was posting less and less. The Tumblr NaruHina fandom seemed to disappear, a whole community of writers left for other things (matchaball, nekomamoru, magmawrites, cherryjutsu, spyder-m, tenney-shoes, eliphya, among others). 2018 was a very quiet year, but! I avidly read katarinahime and bunnyhoodlum's works! In 2019, quirrrky restarted things with NaruHina Week!

2. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

Recently I’m primarily a reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because there's so many writers now!!!!!!!!

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Yeah, let’s list them.  “A Special Friend” by agitosgirl inspired “Nightdreams.  “Medicine” by @grimmjowkurosakidrake​ inspired “White Lilies.  “Torch Song” by @mmmbuttery inspired “About You.”  The language in “Unless the World Were to End” by @bunny-hoodlum​ inspired the language in “That was the plan.”  “In Between Drinks” by @peppercornpress inspired “In Between Drinks NH.”

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

“Operation: Bring Home Naruto” by Dragonwannabe - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata's been assigned the mission of getting Naruto back home safely after his last dangerous assignment. But can she handle the undercover identity as his girlfriend that she’d been given without revealing her true feelings for him?

“The Mission” by Lunawraythe - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It wasn't that Hinata never expected to work with Naruto, just never on a mission quite like this.

“The Loving Type” by @peppercornpresses - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. A few years have passed since the Fourth Shinobi War, in which...Rookie Nine steadily advances in rank. Naruto gets engaged. Hinata leaves Konoha. And Kakashi schemes for days.

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

ahhh.  I do have quite a few pet peeves.  If the fic is Canon-Compliant or Canon-Divergent, I expect Naruto and Hinata to behave like Japanese people.  Say what you want, but the Naruto Universe is definitely Japanese in my book.  So that means no shoes in the house.  Nothing rattles me more than reading Hinata taking her sandals off before climbing into bed.  Like, what?  she was wearing her outdoor shoes indoors this whole time??

mmm... another pet peeve is when the writer describes Hinata in a kimono, but it sounds like an American Halloween costume, like the slutty version, instead of an actual kimono.

mmm... and the other big pet peeve I have is when it’s Hinata’s first time eating ramen because Naruto is showing her the wonders of ramen.  lol.  why.  how.  in what world would a Japanese person make it to their teenage years without ever eating ramen.

I have a bunch of other little pet peeves regarding Japanese culture in fanfics.  But in general, it doesn’t stop me from reading the fic if I'm already in the middle of it.  I’ll continue reading it and will probably recommend it to other people anyway. If I can tell based on the summary, then it's not for me, and I don't read it. If this makes anyone feel nervous about writing fanfiction, that's not my intention! I would also be happy to be a sensitivity reader if necessary.

6. How do you find new fic to read? Where do you primarily read fanfiction?

I primarily read fanfics on AO3 and ffnet.  I find new ones by constantly checking the Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto tag on AO3 or looking into a writer’s favorites list on ffnet.

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

Short fics.

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like?

I reblog pretty often. I don't comment as often as I used to😕 I used to comment on every fic I liked.

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

Uhh?? Idk. I think recently the writing group here is pretty tight, everyone seems to know everyone.

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Naruto fandom and NaruHina.

Fanfiction Writing Asks:

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

I usually take it from words used in the story or from the prompt.

12. Tell the author your favorite fic title of theirs (not the fic, strictly title). Author: what’s your favorite title you’ve come up with and why?

I think...maybe "Tell Me of Forevers" or "Nightdreams." I like those because they aren't taken word-for-word directly from the story, but touch on a theme in the story.

13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic?

Yes, I outline. They wouldn't get a headache, I think. It's usually just a summary.

14. Do you have a personal word minimum that you hold yourself too? Why or why not?

Nope. I didn't know people do that.

15. Tell the author your favorite fic of theirs. What’s your (the author’s) favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite fic continues to be "It's No Secret."

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

Yes, I do. I've done historical and folktale research for "Little Samurai." I did area/location research for "Last Chance." I did historical research for "About You." I did fairy tale research for "Catskin." I did a ton of astronomy research for "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." And I did lighting research for "Inspo." I go pretty deep.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

I don't. I usually have something else I need to do or I go to bed.

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

I actually think I can finish all of mine if I just try.

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?

I always edit before posting to AO3. Anything I post directly on Tumblr might not be edited.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Posting!

21. What’s your least favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Starting a new chapter.

22. Do you take fic requests? If so, for what characters and why?

On occasion. If someone sends me a request, I'll think about writing it. Sometimes I do write and post it, sometimes I leave them in my drafts for a better day.

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

From what I already have posted, probably friends-to-lovers, secret relationship/forbidden love, or high school au. I don't think I have an intentional favorite.

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

Public humiliation / public degradation.

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

No, not usually.

26. What’s your biggest distraction when writing?

Tumblr feed, all the pictures to scroll through mindlessly.

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random?

lol, whatever is fine.

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

Well, pressure to update is not a big deal to me. I do this for fun, so I don't think I unnecessarily pressure myself too much. With negative comments, I don't get too many of those, and I think I do my best to avoid situations where I might get negative feedback.

29. Have you ever written for an exchange or event of some kind? Which one(s)? Did you enjoy it?

Yeah, I like the events. My favorite was NH2020, the year-long one last year. I also enjoyed the Secret Santa last year since @badluckbrebis was my giftee.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

haha😈

Ecstasy slides through his veins, blooming over his mind, cocooning him in pleasant sensations, cum shooting out in eager twitches against hot, milking flesh.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Naruto Uzumaki, always.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

Top 3 faves in order:

That was the plan: "She shifts in his arms, and cloth and cleavage come pillowing up to his face, and he’s certain that she’s scooped from the same puffy stuff his adolescent daydreams were made of."

Tell Me of Forevers: "What he wouldn’t do to inspire every blush, every smile of hers for an eternity when such moments already only speak “forever” to him."

White Lilies: "Whether at his feet, in his eyes, ears, mind, if not reaching his heart, she never landed anywhere. (It’s okay.)"

I consider "White Lilies" to have my technically best writing, so it was kind of hard to choose just one line from that fic! But I decided that one's my favorite line from the whole story.

33. What do you like writing better: one shots or multi-chapter stuff?

One-shots.

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

A lot of my life experiences are in my writing. Hmm, I think readers probably think I'm...hmm...either empathetic or really perverted?

35. How much has writing fic changed your life?

I spend a lot less time on real-life social media than before.

36. Are there any fics or fandoms you’re embarrassed to have written or been part of?

I'm kind of embarrassed of "Honeymoon at the Hot Springs" lol. It's fine.

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

My current WIP is that A/B/O fic I started for February Smut Month Prompts: Sweet as Candy or Love Bites. I'm going to title it "Sweet As," and it'll be about how Naruto and Hinata become Alpha/Omega mates. It's really kinky, really smutty, and totally what I would want to read.

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

uhh???? a 1?? I've never once thought of my writing process as chaotic. Ahh, then I think of bunnyhoodlum's multiple drafts for the same chapter, and I realize that there exist types of writing processes that I would not be able to handle...

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

My smut.

40. How did you come up with the idea for [x fic]?

41. What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)?

Idk about Tumblr,,, maybe White Lilies got the most attention here. My most popular fic is Nightdreams on AO3.

42. Asker: pick three of the author’s works. Author: rank them 1 (the best) - 3 (the worst) based on whatever criteria you want - this could be something totally random that isn’t quality related (like simply ranking fics based on how many trains appear in them) - have fun!

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

I will always remember how people congratulated me for finishing White Lilies😭 Also, when peppercornpresses made that FIRST art of my story, I just, I just stared at it all day.

44. Rant about something writing related.

hmmm, I don't feel like ranting about anything. I just recently ranted about my pet peeves above.

45. Fic specific questions - if you have any weird questions about specific works, here’s your shot to ask them!

I did them all! Nice questions.