#i need to ease back into writing fics bc i am RUSTY

[greenorangevioletgrass]

currently obsessed with the thoughts of art donaldson’s sponsors and brand endorsements and how the campaign looks

we know canonically he has brand deals with uniqlo and aston martin, and he wears a rolex daytona and on roger pro. but like

what about them sexy calvin klein ads??

sunscreen and skincare campaign with neutrogena??

definitely a tiffany’s campaign with my popstar!reader like beyonce & jay z 🤭

i also feel like he’s a dior kinda guy??? or maybe a tom ford type???

wdyt guys 👀

[hyprfixate]

hold on tight↝ [L.F] :: teaser

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: you're unhappy. you're almost certain that there isn't anything in this world that can make you happier, and you're right. what you don't account for, however, is something otherworldly flipping your life on its head. or, should you say someone

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pairing: lee felix x reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 950

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tags: angst, non idol au, fantasy au kind of, felix is an angel literally and figuratively, mentions of suicidal thoughts without going into detail, reader is depressed, she/her pronouns used for the reader, slowburn, strangers to lovers, putting angst again bc thats how much angst there is.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ author’s note: hello! this is a small teaser for a much longer upcoming fic that i'm still in the process of writing! i haven't written fanfic in a very long time so i apologize if i'm rusty lol. i hope you guys enjoy! :)

quickly skimmed, ignore typos lol

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Felix doesn’t remember when he became the front desk worker for purgatory. 

He assumes it was a while ago, since his fellow co-workers have all come and gone, some of them eons older than him. He’s always been “their little Lixie”, and while most of them have gone to a place he can’t reach, the nickname still lives on. Their little Lixie remains seated behind a mahogany desk, clicking away at his computer and waiting for the next person to approach him.

Felix is the first face a person sees when they die. Guy, the one in charge of it all, says it’s because of his contagious grin and never ending happiness. Felix could light up a room with his smile alone if he wanted to. That kind of energy helps people calm down– makes them feel at ease. Another perk about him is that he never feels lonely, despite how desperately lonely the job is. Felix knows that even though nobody stays, there is always someone new to talk to.

Like now.

“Hi!” he chirps to the person walking up to his desk. They’re dressed in pajamas with a severe case of bedhead, so from the looks of it they were probably sleeping when it happened. They look scared, and he pouts.

“Are you okay?”

“Where am I?”

He leans back in his seat, pointing to the gold plaque above his head. “Purgatory.”

“I’m dead?”

It’s the same script every time someone comes in, but his soft smile never wavers. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I’m so sorry. It’s not really so bad here, you know?”

He pulls himself back up to his computer. “Could I get your name?”

Stuttering, the person gives him their name. He presses a few keys on his keyboard before the computer dings softly, setting off the printer next to him.

“Oof.” He grimaces, eyes racing across the lines on the screen. “Heart attack did you in, yeah? That’s always the worst way to go. Have you had heart problems before?”

“Yeah,” they stutter out. “But I never-- no one told me they could kill me.”

Felix peers up through his long lashes, giving them another small smile. He knows it’s best to move on, rather than walk them through the speech about how everything and anything can kill you, so it’s a bit silly to expect that something as serious as heart issues would just be swept under the rug. Most people don’t appreciate being lectured when they die.  Instead, he pulls the paper from the printer and scans it quickly.

“Seems like you have some business to attend to first,” he hums. “You left behind two kids and a partner, I see. They’re going to need your presence in the next few days. Afterwards you’ll get to go upstairs.”

“Like, Heaven?”

“If that’s what you want to call it, that’s what it is,” he smiles. The person in front of him softens at that. He hands them the paper and points at a set of doors on his left. “Go through those double doors and walk down the hall to room 202. Knock and ask for Christopher, tell him Felix sent you.”

He waves, cheeks puffing up in a genuine grin as they wave back and disappear beyond the double doors. Once they’re out of sight, he pulls out his notepad from the desk drawer and scribbles furiously.

No glow, almost faded.

While Felix undoubtedly had a lot of questions about his appearance and business in purgatory, his biggest question was something no one could answer.

Why was he the only one who glowed?

At first, before they got computers in the office, Felix had no idea what he looked like. He knew had soft, sandy brown hair; Guy would always ruffle it and tell him he was handsome, but he didn’t know why he was handsome. Once technology advanced and they got a desktop, that question was answered thanks to the webcam. In addition to noticing his features, Felix also noticed that his body was outlined with a bright, sparkly gold light.

No one else in purgatory had that, not even Guy. Christopher, who worked in the office of external affairs, told Felix it was probably just his happiness manifested into something physical. Christopher himself was covered in tattoos, as he was known through the office for always knowing what to say to comfort people. Felix would agree with that theory, but he’s met countless people just as happy as himself with no glow.

Since then, he’s been keeping a journal of every face who’s walked through his office. Some people were more faded than others-- those were the people who wouldn’t spend too long here. Some people were dark and vivid, like the image of a 4K TV screen (not that Felix knew what 4K was, he’d heard about it from a couple visitors and adopted the phrase himself). Those people were usually there for a long time. But no matter how long a person was set to stay, they never had a glow like he did.

He tosses the notepad back into the desk drawer, leaning back into his seat and sighing. He didn’t have much time to himself, though, as the elevator outside the office door dinged.

He leans forward, clearing his throat and running his “script” in his head. He runs his hands through his hair before looking up with a bright smile.

“Hi! Welcome to…”

His voice trails off and his jaw goes slack as his eyes settle on the person in front of him. 

Yeah. Felix had seen lots of dead people, sure, but he’d never, ever seen one that glowed like he did.

Until now.

[winetae]

work in progress tag

thank you @blushoseoks @workofteaguk & @wonhopes for tagging me :’D i usually never do tag games bc i’m boring and would rather eat cake... but i’m hoping this will motivate me to finish all my current projects *side eyes my 12 drafts in despair* 

i feel like most of my mutuals have already been tagged ?? so i will tag them again just to make sure @1honeypot @kimtrain @floralseokjin @gukvory @authorose @mint-tape

 ❋ dick n’ go || seokjin x reader || pwp with cocky!jin 

→  After trooping through a series of horrendous first dates and mediocre hookups, you were convinced you would never find a man capable of satisfying your needs. Your friend recommends you try a slightly unconventional method to remedy your bad luck.  

(alternatively: seokjin has a nice dick and you want to RIDE it)

excerpt; (i’m about halfway done but i write about 10 words a day so hopefully this finally sees the light of day !! )

This time you couldn’t even blame the dating agency for a faulty match-up. There had been no fluke of any kind; suited in crisp Tom Ford and polished Italian leather, he was exactly as described on paper, which had been all the more infuriating. Admittedly, when you had first met him tonight, you had swooned a little, not daring to believe your luck. With his slicked back hair and tailored suit, he was a sight for sore eyes. In hindsight, you should have known better than to get your hopes up, especially when you considered your track record with men.

“Ah… Congrats.” You managed a strained smile while surreptitiously reaching for the Pinot Noir.

Regret started to pool in your gut. Signing up on a dating website hadn’t been the wisest move, you now realized. Had the wooing process always been this tiring? Maybe you were rusty, having been out of the game for too long.

(continued under the cut!)

❋ your love is my scripture || taehyung x reader x jimin || punk!tae, church opppa!jimin

excerpt; (i have about 3k words but no outline so i’m not sure how close it is to completion)

“You who are of purer eyes than to see evil and cannot look at wrong, why do you idly look at traitors and remain silent when the wicked swallows up the man more righteous than he?”

Taehyung’s voice is a hymn of its own. He recites the words with ease, the low notes rolling off his tongue with a fluidity you did not know him capable of.

His slow cadence comes to a halt when he finally notices you leaning against the confessional. Your eyes meet but it’s hard to keep your gaze steady. For some reason you feel slightly guilty and embarrassed, pink blooming on your cheeks. Which is ridiculous because, well, Taehyung is on your territory. If anyone should be feeling uncomfortable and out of place, it’s him. But the heat of his gaze, unabashed and predatory, makes you feel small.

The coil in your stomach tightens. Almost instantly you straighten yourself, pulling at the hem of your skirt self-consciously as his lecherous stare trails down the expanse of your legs.

“Did you just quote the Bible?”

❋ paper doll 03 || jk x reader || idol+singer-songwriter!au 

excerpt; (this has been sitting at the bottom of my drafts for monthS !!)

Beneath the veneer of civility, there were cracks that not even time nor wisdom could fix.

It was easy to claim you would move on and put your past behind you -- after all, that would be the appropriate, adult-like response everyone expected. But the rehearsed lines lacked conviction, even as you mumbled them under your breath for the eighth time that day, hoping the repeated litany would turn them into truth.

"We have high expectations", they had announced, not asking for your opinion or permission. "The buzz around the both of you will be sufficient to draw in the public. The song is a guaranteed success; there is no reason for it not to do well. We've got all the needed ingredients for a hit song… "

From a marketing standpoint, now was the ideal time to release a duet. It was a bold move, but the executives were confident such a song would generate the most profit and interest.

But for you, the unwilling designated songwriter, this project was possibly your worst nightmare.

❋ carry the seasons || taehyung x reader || vampire!au 

excerpt; (of a fic i will probably never finish rip)

Man is made in the image of God, your mirrored image taunted you.

Perhaps there was truth to this teaching. Your skin, hardened to marble, had shed its traces of humanity; your scars and imperfections smoothed over, erased and forgotten as your maker filled your fissures with pieces of himself. You had been reborn from a pile of broken mirrors, torn apart only to be stitched back together. When Taehyung saw you, his face was reflected.

Once, emboldened by the thrill that came from a satisfying chase, you had dared to ask, "Does it bother you... That I am not who you want me to be?"

It was no secret that Taehyung had fallen for you, in all your human fragility and naivety. But every one of those traits had been robbed from you; burned away and forgotten.

How frustrating it must have been to have created a creature he could not mold completely to his whims. By wanting to immortalize you, he had stripped you of the very virtues he had coveted.

i am also working on plums & melons part two (in which jimin has enough of your shit) and a yoongi FLUFF drabble (enemy to lovers trope) and tessellate (in which you have to deal with the consequences of your threesome with hoseok and jk) whoo :’’)