#hmu to plot if u want

[ashton-ryder]

// open. int. the w bar - night. 1st april

Despite Ash having no affinity with parties, the Wexley however loves them. Having avoided as many as he could in his years here, as many as his friends would let him anyways, guess it's much harder to avoid them once you're actually stuck in the building with literally nowhere to go. And it felt rude to not be here when it's a celebration for someone's birthday, especially Mr Wexley's. He knows he's not fun at parties and didn't want to bring it down for anyone. So instead, he found himself offering Charlie his help, not wanting her working any harder than she already is with not many people knowing of her situation, now standing behind the bar serving people drinks and watching the party go by from the sidelines.

Perhaps there was something about seeing families, friends, lovers, reunited since Spring hit, now altogether in one place here with a heartfelt warmth that filled the room, that an unfounded weight sank in his chest. Or perhaps it's the barrier of a bar counter and physical separation that made it more apparent of what he avoided feeling, but damn, he didn't like admitting that he felt lonely for the first time in a long time, and there was a guilt in feeling that, considering how lucky he's been. Ash was leaning back against the wall behind the bar, lost in his thoughts with a beer in his hand (knowing he's not in the right headspace for anything stronger) as his eyes glazed over the scenes passing by him at the bar and atrium until he realized someone had come up to him while he was spacing out, "-sorry, what can I get you?"

[ickybby]

surprise starter for @goodhles bc i got excited over our IMs lmao

kore's stupid big fat mouth gets her in trouble more often than not. but this takes the cake. teasing and taunting some stranger online with salacious pictures and videos. the whorish audios sent, dulcet tone unraveling in coherency and decorum while bringing herself to orgasm over and over again for him with her trusty wand. telling him to catch her if he can. issuing a challenge too irresistible to resist, deranged enough to tempt the fates and believe she could get away without getting burnt. she rationalizes she's on the move often enough, living in her little airstream trailer. she almost doesn't buy that it's the same man who showed up at the door of her RV, let inside by her own shock and curiosity despite the nerves she feels knowing all the shit she talked online was just that; bullshit. she buys it now, nude in bed in the back of the trailer, yelping in surprise and discomfort when he tries to breech that pink, virgin hole with the fat, leaking head of his cock for the first time. he convinced her to let him stretch her out on his fingers, asking so nicely. made her feel even nicer before asking if he could try and fit just the tip of his massive cock inside her. how could she deny herself ( and him ) the pleasure of satisfying their perverted curiosities? kore's having second thoughts now, though. unsure of how they're going to fit that fucking monster between his legs inside of her. not even the entire thing, of course. he gave her his word. even so, the heat between her legs became more and more unbearable, plump pussy lips slick with her arousal. "well you are BIG," she scoffs, lips pouted, baby blues glaring daggers in her defensiveness, "—'scuse me for being a little intimidated... you sure you've fit inside someone before... like... all of you?" sure, she's stalling now. but the question is genuine.

[everseens]

i need a long distance/online relationship type deal like imagine getting to write out them meeting for the first time in person? and then having to leave each other again like the first goodbye before they get on the plane… stop

[blcssom]

ok listen between the mr. & mrs. smith reboot and argylle i'm just really feel like spy plots are the vibe so here are some in particular that're rollin around in my noggin':✧ first and foremost the classic spies forced to go undercover as a married couple !!! bonus points if they cannot stand each other !!!

✧ one spy has lost their memories (thru an accident/brainwashing/being too deep undercover/whateva!!) and their former flame/partner has been keeping tabs to make sure they're safe but also kinda trying to stir some memories to the surface bc they just !!! miss them :' (( angst but also the potential for hilarious high jinks while they try to recover memories together or the flame tries win them over again (and maybe not v successfully) !!! i need

✧ enemy !! spies !! in love !! maybe they know that they're enemies, or maybe they meet undercover and have no idea !! or maybe one is tasked to take out the other !! or maybe they're BOTH tasked to take out each other !! either way no one is getting their job done xoxo

✧ mentor/mentees at the academy !! or frankly just colleagues at the academy.... ANY plots at the academy like rivals would hit too or the slacker unironically falling in love w/ the top of the class like could not give less of a fuck abt the work (even tho they're probably v good at it??? they're just disillusioned) but absolutely shows up to mess w/ the uptight nerd

✧ betrayal plots !!!! former partners or former mentors turning out to be the villain !!! the redEMPTION ARC !! or the good spy refusing to turn on the bad spy !! or the bad spy joining the villains to SAVE the good spy somehow !!

✧ the spy and their 'guy/girl/goon behind the computer' falling in love !!! or two analysts falling in love but being too shy to say anything !! not all spies are badass some are nerds

✧ speaking of goons !!! gimme the npcs falling in love too like !!! literally just on the team with this one hotshot spy who always gets the praise but like.... did they or did they not help ???? mb they're both salty or maybe one is like nooo it's not that bad !!! either way i think it would be so fucking funny

✧ spies x thieves !!!! like undercover cia or independent contractor who gets a little TOO close and suddenly can't seem to find the time to turn them in yet..... just casually lying to their boss that they can't get close enough as though they didn't have dinner w/ them every night that week :' ))))

✧ literally anything you can think of throw all the spy plots at me

[evilstalks]

when i get my carlisle commission stuff back, its so over for u guys

[bcneheaded]

I'm gonna be honest though yall, I have an extremely hard time coming back here because I genuinely find it really difficult to like... write.. anything? the formatting here really sucks, and the site is overall just difficult to deal with. That and due to Tumblr rpc nature and whatnot, it's jsut hard to get a foothold really, especially after you've been gone for some time, and my nd ass overall just finds the whole Tumblr rpc hard to deal with formatting and energy wise. That being said! I'd yall want tk write on like discord or something or if anyone has literally any better options over Tumblr then my go's please let me know. I'm down for short things, for sure.! But I need, NEED to like... idk.. think/talk dynamics and plots and stuff otherwise it just doesn't really work for me tbh ;~;

[angelsdvsts]

im gonna nap… but anyone want more things ? 👀🤭

[lwyrsdghtr]

like for a starter. im feelin crazy

[entropybby]

Hello beautiful creatures! I hope you're all having wonderful evenings. I'm Lucy. If I'm not taking snapshots of you all during tours and events, I'm likely lost somewhere after wandering too far. But I always manage to find my way back eventually. If you get lonely I can keep you company @ plant.fan22.

[sentofight]

" . . . "

"I'm ready for valentine!"

[potatoes-tomatoes]

I’ve been goin thru a steven universe rewatch since last week and… wow. Wow this show is revolutionary for queer voices. It was eye opening seeing everything unfold again.

It’s been wonderful experiencing the show with fresh eyes. I started the show, saw the premiere of the show, followed it and finished it while I was still closeted and bigoted. I saw the reveal of Garnet being a fusion, being love, and was initially disgusted and disappointed because I was TAUGHT to be disgusted and disappointed.

The residual bigotry flares up at times… but it’s not me anymore. Well it is, but it’s like.. the MEMORY of me seeing that moment through my old eyes. I do my best to not feel shame, but to understand and forgive myself and enjoy creating a new experience watching SU.

now that I’m (somewhat) open, I’ve been able to enjoy the show and appreciate how much it’s done for queer voices since. I… saw Ruby and Sapphire’s wedding for the first time, I saw it— not with my hands barely covering my eyes. What a triumph that this show inspired others to let queer ppl share their stories, experiences, hopes, fears, love, without shame! Steven Universe isn’t perfection— it’s flawed, beautifully flawed, like the people who made it, the people who watch it, and the characters in it. If the road it paved wasn’t perfect, then all the better for newer voices, newer stories to be like, that limestone thingy in roman rock to reinforce it. To make it better. to make like, longer gay roads! pff shit I think I was trying to be poetic and metaphorical or something, but I hope my point came across. I just have big feelings right now. I didn’t realize what SU did for this lil baby queer. It’s so inspiring

[cordrot]

hi sweets i have been so busy lately but happy tlou day ready to go sob in a corner thanks 🤍

[underdrk]

in saying that abt orion, please like this for a littol start from hims 🫶🏻

[ylangelegy]

earlier today, i resisted the urge to ask haneul who she got for the secret santa event because i remember her jokes in the server re: her fic being too long... AND NOW??? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ annotating this masterpiece because i'm certifiably #insane and a #chanranghaeys_fan 🎄 merry christmas TO MEEE

spoilers below the cut!

haneul did this #forme btw...

INSANEEE WORK + "a welcome warmth from his initially cold aura" THAT'S MY MANNN

felt like the air got knocked out of my lungs at this imagery and how great of a read it is on hao in just a couple of words

confession time: had to look up what a [vintage] maotai looks like and i love her so bad (߹ ᯅ ߹) + this line made me giggle!

MY SEBONGGGGG RINGGGGG

later on in the fic footnote, you say something along the lines of drawing a bit from the xmh in my own fics and (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) the way i'm forever a sucker for someone speaking mandarin to minghao!!!

THE KILIG THAT SHOT THROUGH ME RN LIKE A BOLT OF LIGHTNING. ETHEREAL XU MINGHAO JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE

swoons,,

TANGINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (affectionately)

so utterly endeared by how in character this is ): minghao who does it out of the goodness of his heart, sure, but also for possible underlying reasons i.e. wanting reader to succeed/to stay in kr/etc.??? i #want him #SO BAD

i know i cannot resist him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (giggled at this like a fool)

unsure when i will ever recover from this. WILL i ever recover from this? unclear... ╥﹏╥ i will be revisiting this on the new year for the #feelings

ending this with some bar photos of dino for my fav dinonara ( • ᴖ • ｡) this fic was lovely from start to finish and i would 100% read 30k more words of the same verse. i'm wrecked over how minghao was characterized, the potential tension of this as a whole story, and just?!?! i love user chanranghaeys sooo bad, guys ໒꒰���ི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა merry christmas + happy holidays! as we say here in da ph: thank you, ang babait ninyo, thank you! 🎁

🥂 a tale of two lonely souls

pairing: idol!minghao x gn!bar owner!reader word count: 1.4k+ genre: fluff rating: pg tags: christmas fic, open ending, meet cute in a bar, yes it’s yet another slice of life from me, minghao is cocky as always but you’ll love it bc reader will make minghao realize he’s found his match at cockiness warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of multi-race parents, reader owns a bar in this setting a/n: i’m so honored to be part of @camandemstudios’ A Very Seventeen Christmas Secret Santa event for this year and surprise @ylangelegy, i’m your secret santa! 🥳 bless u kae, here’s a little gift for you for making me feel so many things this year bc of your fics 🫶 merry christmas and happy holidays to y’all!

“All alone on Christmas Day?”

The hooded figure at the bar looked up from their phone. You notice their fingernails painted in shades and lines of black and glitter that glinted under the lights. When the figure pulled down their hood and face mask, you realize that the man looked startlingly familiar. You just couldn’t place from where…

“Maybe,” he replied. A slight smile graced his features, a welcome warmth from his initially cold aura.

“Well, that makes the two of us alone on Christmas.” The place was empty, save for two tables with a few customers—one large group, two duos, and this man on the bar counter.

It was a few hours before the end of Christmas Eve, and this recently opened Asian fusion bar had yet to welcome its throng of guests. In hindsight, maybe setting it up in a more secluded area of Itaewon wasn’t the best decision.

“If that's the case then maybe we’re not alone.” He gestures his finger between the two of you. You roll your eyes at the attempt to lighten the mood.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

“Used to what?” He tilts his head curiously.

“Being alone.”

“Why not change it then?” He steeples his hands and rests his chin on them, his eyes studying yours as if trying to decipher a puzzle—as if he was used to analyzing people quietly.

It was unsettling…but you liked the challenge.

“Well, why don’t you change?” You counter back at him.

“Change what?”

“You being alone.”

He snickers. “Why don’t you get me something to drink first?”

“Alright, Mr. Bossy,” you say with a raised eyebrow and a matching smirk. “What are you having?”

“I heard you have Kweichow Maotai. That’s the only reason why I’m here.”

Interesting. He’s a man of taste. The way the Chinese syllables easily rolled off his tongue gave you further evidence of his identity—you just needed one more clue.

Without a word, you turn to face the wall of bottles to find the spirit you’re looking for. But before reaching for the iconic white-and-red bottle, you stop yourself.

“You know what, it’s Christmas.” You turn back to him with a smile. “I’ll get you something special.”

You return with another bottle of Maotai—but he instantly recognizes the difference from the one at the bar. His eyes widened the moment you came in holding the gold bottle tied with a red ribbon.

“No way you have that.” He marveled at the sight in front of him, his eyes filled with seeming reverence. “How—”

“That is a story for another time. But now, please enjoy. I’ll just charge you the regular Maotai rate, don’t worry.” You wink and hand him the small tulip glass, full to the brim.

“Just tell me that I’m not drinking a shot of illegally-sourced vintage Maotai.” There it is again—the analyzing look.

“If it were, then I’d be out of business. Can’t have that then, can we?”

“Of course not.” The man raised his glass to meet your own. “I can’t lose my favorite Maotai supplier in Korea now that I’ve found you.” The light brought the ring on his pinky finger to your attention. Suspicion confirmed.

You didn't reply, but opted to down the contents of the small glass—potent but familiar. He followed suit. You hoped that the warmth that bloomed in your mouth and your chest didn’t manifest itself too much on your cheeks. You could blame it on your Asian flush anyway because you had to give it to him—he was surprisingly smooth with his words.

“This is the rare moment I get to be alone,” he said after a beat. “Believe me, I wish I had more of it, but my parents are arriving here tomorrow from China. So no, I will not be as alone as you think.”

It took you a moment to realize he was continuing the conversation from earlier. “That’s nice. Why are you here in Korea then, if you’re from China?”

“Who said I was from there?”

“Well, you have parents coming from there.”

“Who’s to say that they aren’t coming home here?”

“The way you said Kweichow Maotai was too smooth.”

He shrugged deliberately. “I know Chinese.”

“I know Chinese, too. You can’t fool me.” You said this in perfectly placed Mandarin. The look on his face was priceless as he was rendered speechless.

“I cannot believe you managed to surprise me twice in one night,” he replied in the same tongue.

You smirked and poured another tulip glass for the both of you. “Glad to know that I managed to surprise a K-pop idol tonight. And in my bar, no less. Xu Minghao, correct?” You push the refilled glass and meet his ever-analytical eyes. It seemed like you knew how to play his game, after all.

The smile he returned was ethereal. “To whom do I owe the pleasure of tonight’s company?”

And that’s how you spent the remaining hours of Christmas Eve, with conversations as free-flowing as the Maotai and whiskey and bar chow. You learned that his parents’ flight was actually delayed—he was actually on his way to the airport—and he learned that your Chinese is courtesy of your father’s heritage and your Korean address from your mother.

You also ended up telling him the story about the vintage Maotai, which had him in stitches by the end of it. Thankfully, the bar had long been empty and your staff had all gone home.

“Why haven’t you left then?”

“You might’ve forgotten that I own this place.”

“And how does it not have more customers at this time?”

“It’ll pick up soon. I’m sure of it.”

Minghao pursed his lips in thought. “Give me your Maotai bottle. And a marker.”

“The vintage one?”

“No, the regular one over there!” You obliged to his requests, and he returned the liquor bottle with a freshly minted autograph from Seventeen’s The8.

Why didn’t you think of this earlier? It might be because the whole time you were talking, he didn’t even seem like an idol. He was just…a guy. A frustratingly charming and quick-witted guy.

“Merry Christmas to you and this wonderful place.” His examining gaze was long gone, replaced by eyes that disappeared whenever he smiled wide. “Thank you for…making me feel safe.”

“Merry Christmas, Minghao. Everything’s on the house. Consider it a Christmas gift.”

“Absolutely not.” He brandished his card and pushed it to you. “I will not rip off a starting business all because of celebrity status.”

“I didn’t say it was for your celebrity status.”

“Still.” He was insistent. He took your hand and placed his card in it. “Charge me as necessary.”

You were just as insistent, though. “No.”

“Fine. Then give me your phone.”

You did. And he input his personal number in it.

“I have to go now, but please message me. I mean it.”

You did. And the back-and-forth banter didn’t stop. Surprise remained an element in your dynamic, apparently, because the conversations seemed as natural as the days transitioning from one to another.

You didn’t catch when Minghao took photos of your place. But the moment he posted it on his Instagram, customers started coming in waves. This secluded corner in Itaewon has never had a lull day since Christmas.

New Year’s was no different. After the festivities and the celebrations, it was finally time to call it an early morning at 3 am. But not before you welcomed your last customer.

“Alone on New Year’s as well?” You hold back a smile when you find him standing at the door. The way your heart was beating was undeniable, and you knew you couldn’t hold that back.

Up until then, you didn’t know if you would ever see Minghao again beyond your messages. They became more occasional as time passed, but you knew enough from his stories that their schedules were not to be underestimated. Seeing him here now was—as expected from your dynamic—a surprise.

“No. I’m with my favorite Maotai supplier in Korea, how can I be alone?” He drew closer to the bar and to you as if you were reeling him in with an invisible string.

“I thought your parents brought you a bottle last Christmas?”

“It isn’t a vintage Maotai, though.”

“What makes you think I’m bringing it out tonight?”

“Because we’re starting the new year together. I’d say that’s a cause for celebration.” And bring it out you did. As if you could resist him.

Before you can open the bottle, he grabs it from your hands to pour out the drinks himself. As you two raise your glasses, he leans in close, and you see nothing but an openness in his eyes. Warmth. Hope. “Happy New Year to you, then.”

“To us. Happy New Year, Minghao.”

Your glasses clink and your Maotais are downed. It would seem that happiness is on the books for the year ahead.

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post a/n: pleaseeee i felt so pressured to write for u (looks at my inbox with full knowledge your request still lies there unwritten fskf) ((i promise i’ll get to them)) but i hope i did minghao justice. i was very much inspired by your own minghao fics skl hehe and tbh this is almost less of a drabble and more of a potentially longer fic but i held back bc gah. merry christmas again and i hope you liked my pamasko, kae! 🎄🎁✨

[wistrea]

it would be easier to voice her apologies later, as the raven brings the chalice to her lips and drinks before the king does, taking a long sip of wine poured from the same flagon and swallows without a sliver of hesitance. her nose scrunches up slightly in distaste, though not from the sting of alcohol. the best poisons would taste indistinguishable from the red, while the ones brewed with a lack of precision tasted vile. this was the latter, a crude display of work that she had unfortunately been the witness of many times before, and yet she had drunk as though it was any other wine. she drinks from poison cups easily, now; once, her father had to instruct her to do so. she will ponder cursing or thanking the man's grave.

❛    forgive me, your grace.     ❜ words leave her in a rush as she had stood, taking his chalice in her stride [ the cup that had been poured first ] before making her way to the cupbearer who had poured it, swiping the ceramic still full. would snatching a flagon of wine warrant execution, or was it a court disruption that would have done it? either way, she would have to ask the plant in the corner of the room forgives her for what she was about to do with it.

crimson spills from the pitcher as she pours it into the soil of the pot [ ... ] and then, the leaves once green begin to wilt, for poision should never be used to water one's garden. ❛    hm. perhaps another cup would serve you better, your grace.  ❜ kira speaks again as she sets the flagon down on the corner of the table. and yet despite her words and her demonstration, she brings the chalice to her lips and takes another sip, as though she needs to confirm her thoughts.  ❛    arsenic is not often a favorable trait in one's brew.    ❜ 

@aeghon , ♡'d

[fightaers]

bakugou katsuki still hasn't woken up. the doctors have told them that he's stabilised, that any day now kacchan will wake, but he hasn't. izuku waits, tired and lonely and empty. though he tries for a cheerier expression when he can see his mentor's tall figure enters kacchan's ward. it's past visiting hour, actually. but he isn't surprised all might would get special permission.

❛⠀kacchan's all might card ... ❜ he starts, his voice a murmur. ❛⠀it was damaged during the battle. i'd like— i want to exchange it for mine and... and i'd like it if you could autograph it for him, all might. ❜

@osoreruna ♡ starter call !