#maybe i'll come back every so often to post snippets?

[tokusaatsus]

i want to write something soon, they say, as they proceed to not write anything for the next few months ;A;

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"I think youre like, super duper cool-- a morning with Kai”

✰---Summery: a snippet in time for the two of you, though something like this happens too often to count. A soft and fluffy but fortifying morning with him to remember that all started with him fiddling with the straps and hems of your shirt… speaking of night clothes… there might be a surprise for him waiting underneath

✰---A/N: um so this was supposed to have been out like an eternity ago but life has really been killing me lately so I apologize. Writing is good though and I really love it. I say this every time I post a fic but I’m not sure how good this is :( I originally wanted kai to eat out the reader in this fix but alas, I did not get to it

✰---Warngingz/info: kissing, morning sex, unestablished relationship, like you can take it however you want in this, fingering, hanjob, reacher is gn! other than having a vagina, reader kisses Kai’s freckles/moles, Kai is pussy drunk? idk maybe he is in this, kai asks you to put just the tip in, kai loves the readers tummy thats pretty evident in this fic, spelling mistakes I'll get to them eventually.... think thats it but (it just autocorrected me to 'nut'....) I think thats it! please feel free to let me know if there's anything else!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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THIS IS SMUT! PLEASE HAVE AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BLOG SAYING YOU ARE NOT A MINOR IF YOU ARENT OR ELSE I WILL BE BLOCKING YOU!!!!

The sun hits the front of your lidded eyes, burning them, but wanting, and now apparently waking you up at the same time. Kai shifts behind you, little puffs of breathing out tickling your neck. You finally open your eyes to look where at the state of the man currently latched onto your back. You feel him fiddling with the straps of your tank top absentmindedly, fingers ever so often brushing against your newly exposed skin.

Your desire to nod back off quickly fades when he takes a long breath-- something he always does when he wakes. Now, too excited to ask him in a moment if he's had any dreams, your sleepiness fades into just being calm with him. He circles his arms around your tummy, the pads of his soft and nearly hot with blush and toasty from just returned to the land of the living. it was weird... but something he always took notice of; the way all of his best sleeps were always with you. it wasn't like he couldn't sleep on his own, but when he did he woke up feeling as tired as he was when he laid down, or like they just didnt hit the same way as when he was with you

like he was now, with one of his arms falling asleep with you laying on top of it. but really, he wouldn't want it any other way. You put your hands over his, grasping them tightly almost in an awkward handshake. "So no good morning? no hi, how are you? just trying to brake my hand I see." His voice is groggy, raspy, coming from the back of his throat. You chuckle, and he feels like the sleep instantly is gone from his eyes.

"I was obviously helping you!" You protest, "I was giving feeling back into your arms."

"Why both of my arms then, huh?" his voice lowers, getting suspicious. "I have to show love to each of them." "By breaking them...?" You can feel his eyebrow raise. "mmhm." you say definitely. "Oh, very nice of you then." he snickers

He kneads your tummy gently. the soft skin on his making the both of you break a smile. Only for a moment though, until you feel coolness envelope you instead of warmth as before. Cause now he's getting up, blanket wrapped around his entire body and running to the other side of the bed. he flops down next to you, facing you and making the blanket billow around him like a cape. Now youre both engulfed in it. light from the curtains casting a glow on each of your faces through the blanket. "What? You were pushing me off the bed." You inch closer to him. "Oh, so it was that then, not you wanting to cuddle with me?" he nuzzles his face not your neck, hands already traveling to their rightful place where your hips and waist/ tummy meet. big hands warm you as he speaks into your neck: "mmhm, yeah that, and.... " he draws out the article, though you know what and was going to say and he does "I wanted to see you."

"reasonable." you smile.

"Really?" his smirk is coming through his lips, teeth, and mouth and his voice drips with it. And right now, youre not sure how to deal with it as youre drawn closer and closer to him like a magnetic pull is the only thing that's controlling you. Once youre close enough to feel each others rapid heart beats and close enough where if you just inched in... just a little bit, your lips would be on his neck and you could feel his pulse. you finally speak, "yeah, of course you did. I don't know if youve noticed but im like, pretty amazing." his tongue darts out to lick his lips and smiles. he starts rubbing at your skin again. well, more like brushing it, making you suppress some sort of laugh because its starting to tickle but still.

"Ive noticed, though!" he protests, face still in your neck, voice gentle because of your proximity. "am I that predictable?" you shake your head yes. (he does this almost every morning that you two wake up like this.)

"Im not accusing you--" "yeah yeah, I know but" he straightens his back, looking at you in the eyes now. "what if I happen to think that youre like... super duper cool?" a wide smile creeps onto his face, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks swell as he says the last few words. he draws in a short breath and continues: "and nice, and beautiful, and wonderful. and a whole lotta other things I know anyone who spends a bunch of time with you and who you know..." he cocks his head from side to side, thinking about how he was going to word what he wanted to convey. "...know about you, but I don't really know how to express right now."

You laugh with him. something similar to thing happens a lot between the two of you-- him wanting, no, needing to tell you how he knows how amazing you are, but either not being able to express himself or tripping over his own words. you barely ever paid any mind to it, though. and not in a "its the thought that counts" type of way, either. you might've not fully understood what he was trying to say, but the way he gazed into your eyes, brightness filling them, then looks away, then back at you, rose pigment in his face now.... god, did that tell you all you needed to know.

"hm," you hum, "I think youre supper duper cool too." he raises his head to place a quick peck on your lips. you would've kissed him back if he'd just give you a second. A moment of silence later and it leads to him pressing, almost poking his nose against your previously cold but now warm with the heat crawling into your face and he doubles down on his statement. "Im serious though--" you chuckle even though you can hear the weight in his tone. "So am I." and youre just as serious as him. you mouth a thank you nonetheless. "I-I'm serious though, I don't think anyone in their right mind could miss how amazing you are."

Two things, about this interaction: one,) you can joke about it all you want but, he thinks, you really are perfect. and two) no matter what he says about it, you really do think its cute how he's stumbling over his words. "Glad we're on the same page."

All the while you two have been talking, his hands are moving mere fractions of an inch up and down, up and down, down and-- now hes rubbing almost tickling circles right next to your navel. each stroke of your torso getting longer and longer. you fiddle with the waistband of his boxers until he goes far down enough to notice youre not wearing any underwear. the schooled look on his face makes you laugh as you both emerge from the little makeshift blanket fort you two have stretched over the beautiful expanse of his shoulders.

"oh, im sorry." he bites the inside of his cheek nervously and gulps, raises his hands off you. "what'r you sorry for? I thought you wanted to..." you move his hand back to where it was on the top of your ass. "touch me here?" "well I did-- I do." he corrects himself, but he keeps on rambling. "I just wasn't expecting-- and I dunno if you wanted to since-- oh, what?" He suddenly breaks a smile, his nervousness fading away when he sees you silently chuckling at him. "thisis making your brain short circuit is see. hm, I should let you know when im sleeping without them more often, don't you think?" his eyes go wide again. "you mean you do this frequently and I just don't know?" he leans back a little, eyes darting around, seemingly genuinely pondering this.

Your hands hover over his chest, warmth radiating off you onto his skin. he gently squeezes your ass and your back stiffens, chill going up your spine. "I can't find the words so" he draws out the last word, trailing off, "can I?" he dips his eyes to where the hem of your oversized T-shirt, (already bunched up in the back from him kneading your ass,) hits your upper thighs.

He drags the fabric up and you have half a mind to tell him to get on with it already. and what feels like forever later, hes dipping his thump into his mouth, wetting it with his salivating tongue. then he brings it down to your clit. he starts rubbing at it, warm air surrounding the small bud because of how deep you are under the covers. An electric shock runs up and back down your spine at the contact he makes with now two of his fingers pressing right were youre aching for him. "oh--" you cut your own self off knowing that what;; come our of you will only be incoherent mess.

You can't see what hes doing, he can't either and although that worrying him a little bit its making the experience that much more heightened for the both of you. this way, you can stare lovingly into his eyes and see the little movements his mouth makes, slightly opening here and there, when he gains a beautiful reaction out of you or he gets a little overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm and wet pussy on his fingers. and this way he can focus on all the sounds you make, wishing to bottle up the sound and get drunk on all your moans and hisses of pleasure.

You might not be able to see, but fuck, you sure can hear and feel. as he switches from rubbing at your clit and dripping hole to finger fucking you at that pace that drives you insane, the lewd sounds youre making together is fucking perfect--- music to your ears, even. its wet and mess, hes sloppy and almost desperate for the sighs of pleasure you make, or for that look in your eyes that lets him know youre about to be in the throws of ecstasy around his fingers... cumming for him. all for him. and all because of him. the groans aloud at the thought-- him being the(only) one making you feel this good, him brining you to your high so damn well. and he knows its selfish but a part of him wants to make you cum so good and so often that youre ruined for anyone else. so that the only fingers besides your own that you know could make you feel this good are his. the only tongue good enough for you? his.

it was like his cock and your cunt were made for each other... and that made him shiver in pleasure at the thought. you didnt miss the way he was like this, though. the way his pupils dilated and his jaw clenched at times like these were a tell tale sign.

Hes sloppy with his movements a bit but has just how you two like it. so wonderful he swears that if he could, he'd encapsulate the sounds and feelings that come from this and you and stuff himself full with it to delirium everyday. And if you could, you’d surely do the same. Especially with his grunts and whimpers. God you loved those.

His fingers were already fucking so deep inside you, like you could feel his fingers curl, almost, it feels like in your fucking guts. then, you think, imagine how otherworldly his rock hard cock would be. You can feel him grazing it up and down your thigh, trying not to make it too obvious but grinding his hard on into your plush skin none the les. He occasionally bumps into his own arm the more time goes on and the more desperate he’s getting with his movements. You bring the thigh he’s doing this to up a little further as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, you’re slick forming a thick ring around the base of his fingers, dripping deliciously onto his hand.

he breathes out a grunt, barely audible to either of you. And that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. You tug at the waist and of his boxers, his warm abdomen on your knuckles. You look up at him and before you can get the words out he’s already begging “yeah— you can. Please—“ his words come out choppy, up and down in volume but you don't care. You slip them down, too wrapped up in him touching you and you about to touch him that you don’t get them any further than his thighs. The same thighs you have dreams about— dragging yourself on them till you cum with his big hands digging into your hips, sucking hickies on them as he lets out little sighs and as his hands don’t know where to go, the list goes on.

All you wanted was him a close to you as humanly possible, with your hand gripping the full weight of him and your thumb rubbing over, almost teasing his sensitive, leaking tip. You use your spit that's mixing with his precum to let you slide up and down the length of him. He rocks into your hand, same as you to his, trying to find release. And you start to get annoyed even though at this point hes flattened out his hand, your juices oozing out onto it as his palm rubs circles onto your clit.

His fingers are starting to go slower, and deeper if that was humanly possible. but thats not why you were getting annoyed-- kai, even with how he prettily threw his head back with an open mouth in pleasure and then forward again, grunting almost into your collarbone, the rest of him wasn't staying still. he was wriggling and writhing, uncoordinated thrusts into your hand and his have breathing make you lean in for a kiss and surprisingly your teeth don't clang together.

hes still moving around too much and you realize it'd be nearly impossible to get him to cum like this. So you bring you hand off him, ignoring, just for a moment, his whines in protest, chasing after your palm like how you just chased after his lips. You gently snap the elastic waistband against his abdomen as a reminder to calm down-- to get him focused again

At this point, the two of you are halfway sitting up and halfway laying down. Not the most comfortable position but you barely care as you can feel the beautiful pit in your stomach growing and he brings you closer to sweet relief. your mouth goes agape as he rubs you a little faster. You clench around his fingers and all he can think about is how tight you'd feel around him, creaming on his cock. Youre no better, though. with your thoughts of how big you'd know he'd be inside you, because lets be honest here, its not the laying on your side facing him thats making it hard to pump his dick.

You run your thumb along the vein on the underside of his cock and his legs still then quake. Your back arches into his touch. it's all getting too much for you-- you and him pleasuring the other with your hands at the same pace. and as your eyes flutter close because fuck, that face hes making is gonna make you cum if you keep on staring at it, you can feel it. almost like hes fucking into you for real; doesn't help that hes so close to your thighs either.

"I wan' you to cum for me. I love to hear you and feel you and--"

maybe hes rambling, but its cute none the less and that makes you regain full feeling and conciseness, now being able to will your hand to glide over his slippery cock faster, You feel yourself being tipped over the edge.

Your toes curl, his heart rate jumps as you let go of his dick, brining your hand to his wrist to hold him right where you need him. you couldn't focus on anything else at the moment, you felt like he was bringing your body to heaven-- like you were fucking ascending. His lips were on yours in a flash, kissing you like it was his last as you continue humping his palm to ease through your orgasm.

You cum with a muffled curse into his chest as you fall perfectly into him. you really are made for each other, huh?

"God, you look so beautiful when you cum. your face is buried in his collarbone and your hands-- they're gonna be the death of him tonight, hes sure of it. one's rubbing slow petel-in-the-breeze-soft circles on in wrist, and the other is over his heartbeat on his chest. it wasn't anything even that sexual if his dick wasn't out and his fingers weren't soiled with your cum.

you sink yourself deeper into his neck and chuckle. "Im guessing so beautiful that you dont even notice how I dropped your dick?" you blink at him, your lashes tickling his sensitive skin.

He can't even respond before youre kissing the mole on his neck, sucking a small mark there as he lets out little "ah-ah~" next to your ear, before moving up to the one on his jaw... then the one on the other side... then the next, and then next all while watching the little red mark on his neck fade until finally youre at the beginning of his chest. and now your hand his back on him and he feels like hes gonna actually die.

how did he deal with this before? maybe its the way the sheets smell all fresh and comforting, or the way his eyes are still drowsy with sleep and the perfect golden hour light hitting and warming the room just right, or maybe the way you were just around his fingers a moment ago... but whatever it was, he felt his release rapidly approaching.

You kiss him to swallow up the sounds hes making, knowing how his tip bumping against you, nearly tapping your pussy but catching your thighs, wet with your own cum and dampened with sweat is getting to be too much for him just as it was like for you a bit ago. he craved this maybe a little bit too much; your bodies melting together, becoming one. and he really can't hold it in anymore.

"I need-- just the tip, ok? I need to feel you around me. jus' the tip, thats all" his voice comes out with labored breathing and thats all you need to hear, sliding his tip in between your dripping folds. your hand stroking what you can't fit and dipping his head in and out of your hole. not much, just enough to get him addicted to the feeling. at this point hes doing most of the work for you; moving so that his cock slides up and down your cunt, and youre revealing in it as much as you are. with him smoothing over and rubbing your clit, giving you the satisfaction of some much needed friction and the beautiful full feeling of his cock-- even just a little bit is driving you crazy. and the overwhelming want to shove all of him into you, stuffing you full on him? otherworldly. making you have to physically stop yourself from fulfilling your want, no, need, to have him fully inside.

and the way your teeth poke out of your mouth as it opens in pleasure? he feels like hes basking, wishing to drown himself in your pussy. he kisses you urgently, like fire surges through him, pouring himself and his emotions out for you, spilling himself all over your hand as your slow down your strokes, dick throbbing in your hand. your pussy convulsing around noting as he comes down from his high.

The both of your breathing slows, his whines and grunts of pleasure turn into a smile as he looks into your eyes. he reaches over to the nightstand, effectively putting his chest in your face. He plops back down a second later with a couple tissues and grabs your wrist from under the blanket still and does his best to clean it off.

Its silent as he does this, but the good kind. not awkward or dead. but comfortable like it always is with him. it wasn't until then that the both of you realized how much he came. Yeah... he was gonna need another tissue. You peck his lips at the thought and sight but he starts to wonder how the fuck that happened. You really do do wonders to him, he thinks.

He finishes cleaning his own hand next then balls up the tissues before throwing them on the floor. they could be worried about later. he brings you close to him, all he ever wanted, really; to be close enough that his heartbeat syncs with yours and that he smell the sex coming off you... feel the warmth of your skin on his.

His hands find their rightful places at your hips and tummy. Youre almost nodding off again when--

"oh I forgot to ask you!" you nearly shriek at him "did you have any dreams?" the knowing smile that creeps up onto his face tells you all you need to know. "yeah... n' maybe they were about you..." he circles you waist and brings you closer, smirk on your face as he starts sucking on your neck. "oh? just maybe?" you try to keep your composure.

A/N: hope you enjoyed! if you did, please leave some love like comments or reblogs! and please send some asks-- both hard and soft hours are open!

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[euphoriacafe]

Unreal - Captain Rex x F!Goddess

Since I don't really post all that often, I usually stick to just writing in my google docs and thought I would share this little snippet. I wanted to make it into a book but ehhhhh.

Rex couldn't help but stare at Charlotte, her little hands still cupping his face as she looked up at him with the kind of innocence he hadn’t seen in ages. Her smile was radiant, and in that moment, it was hard to tell if she was the most innocent person in the galaxy—or if he was. The world felt so peaceful here, so calm, but that sense of unease tugged at him, like a quiet storm in the back of his mind.

Charlotte tilted her head, her expression full of curiosity. "Daddy, why do you look so serious all the time?"

Rex blinked, startled by the question, but then he realized how long it had been since he had let his guard down in front of anyone. He was always the one in charge, always the soldier, always holding onto his composure. And now… now he was here, standing in front of this little girl who was asking him why he looked like he was carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders.

“Uh, it’s just… old habits, kid,” Rex said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You know, soldier stuff.”

Charlotte scrunched up her nose and gave him a skeptical look. "You don't look like a soldier. You look like… like someone who needs more naps!"

Rex let out a laugh, his heart lightening despite the confusion swirling in his chest. He’d never thought of himself as someone who needed naps—too much to do, always— but the idea of just resting, of not constantly being on edge, was starting to sound more and more appealing.

"I think you’re right, Charlotte," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "Maybe I do need a nap."

She grinned, her tiny hands still holding onto his face like he was her favorite toy. "I can make you a blanket fort! And we can have cookies. But you have to promise not to fall asleep before we eat them, okay?"

Rex chuckled softly, the sound feeling foreign in his chest, yet so comforting. "Alright, kid. You got yourself a deal."

But as he looked at her, the nagging voice in his head grew louder. This isn’t real. None of this is real.

But then he looked down at Charlotte again, the weight of her innocent trust in him, the way she was so utterly content with this simple moment. And despite that inner turmoil, he found himself grinning. "You know what? That sounds like a plan."

Charlotte's smile widened, her eyes sparkling as she giggled. "Yay! I'll get the cookies!" She ran off toward the small house nearby, calling out to her imaginary army of dolls or stuffed animals, her voice fading into the distance.

Rex stood there for a moment, still holding his breath. Part of him wanted to run after her, to get lost in this illusion of peace and happiness. But another part of him knew he couldn’t. He had to find a way out of this—out of this perfect little world that didn’t exist.

"Rex, you coming?" Kix called from behind, his voice loud and lighthearted, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

Rex snapped back to the present, forcing a smile on his face as he turned toward his brothers. "Yeah, just… just taking a moment."

He gave a small, hesitant look to Mutiny, still standing there beside him, her presence heavy yet comforting. The words he wanted to say were tangled up in his chest, a mess of caution, desire, and fear.

But for now, he just followed his brothers, trying to ignore the storm brewing inside of him.

"Alright," he called back to the group, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Cookies and blanket forts, here we come."

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Another Snippet

Rex felt the gentle brush of her hand against his, the soft touch sending a wave of warmth through him, like an anchor in the middle of a storm. His heart beat louder than usual, every muscle in his body screaming to pull away, to make sense of what was happening. But he couldn’t. Something inside him wanted to stay, to feel the warmth of her hand, to feel the pull of her presence.

Her words were soft, almost fragile, and yet they echoed in his mind with a haunting clarity. This wasn’t real. He had seen countless horrors, lived through so much, fought for so many causes, and now here he was… standing in a dream where peace seemed too good to be true.

But her words—"it could be real"—kept replaying, like a melody he couldn’t forget.

His chest tightened, the doubt mingling with the aching desire to believe in something like this. Something like this… something he never thought he could have. His throat tightened as he looked down at their intertwined hands. He could feel the pull of her—of them—and it terrified him. It was so easy to give in, so easy to believe that maybe… just maybe… they deserved this. He deserved this.

But there was so much at stake. He had fought too hard to let go of his duty. To let go of everything he had been for so long.

But still… this was different.

“This isn’t real,” Rex whispered, almost to himself, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it all clearer. “I can’t just…” His voice trailed off, not sure how to finish the thought, the weight of everything he’d been through and everything he could have hanging in the balance.

Charlotte’s little giggle echoed in the background, as if reminding him that there was still joy in this vision. He glanced at her, her innocent face full of wonder, and his heart wrenched. How could something so beautiful, so simple, be a lie?

He turned his gaze back to Mutiny, his eyes searching hers for the truth, for some kind of clarity. “You know, this… this feels real,” he said, his voice softer now, hesitant, unsure. “But it’s just too perfect. It’s like it’s made for us… too much like something we’ve only dreamed about.”

The wind tousled his hair as he stepped a little closer to her, their hands still held together. There was still that space, but it was smaller now. And as he looked into her eyes, he could see the longing in her gaze. Her broken words made his chest tighten, and something in him wanted to pull her closer, hold her tighter, and never let go.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not of this… I’m scared of what comes after, of losing everything when we wake up. But maybe…” His breath caught as he reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “Maybe we don’t have to wake up. Maybe this… this could be real.”

His thumb brushed softly over her skin, the touch tender, as if testing the waters of something he wasn’t sure he could hold onto. “Just… don’t make me wake up yet. Not yet.”

Rex’s voice faltered, and he knew it wasn’t just fear that was keeping him rooted in this moment. It was something else, something deeper that he couldn’t bring himself to name, but he could feel it.

“I don’t know what this is, but I… I want it,” he finally whispered, the words tasting strange on his tongue. “Maybe it’s not real, maybe it’s just a dream, but for once… I don’t want to wake up. Not yet.”

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Sweet tears of ecstasy? That intrigues me

okay so Sweet tears of ecstasy is one that i've been working on for awhile...it'll probably (dunno for sure😅) never come out if i'm being honest because it's a whole ass series with complexity and toxicity, an actual plot between the smut.

the thing is idk if i actually have the commitment and drive to finish something like this, so if i did end up posting it, it would probably be after i finished writing all of it-which idk if it'll ever happen😭

it is hongjoong x fem!reader x mingi, a college au.

the reader is a smartass in one of mingi's classes who he's obsessed with-why? because he likes smart girls who say things he doesn't understand while he looks at them with stars in his eyes, nodding along even though he has zero idea what they're saying (basically he's a himbo)

the reader is a very private and closed off person, has a few close friends but even with them she mostly keeps to herself. one of said people she is close with is hongjoong-who is pretty popular. him and the reader are like fwb but keep it on the down-low because it's not really anyone else's business.

anyways, the plot pretty much is, mingi ends up walking in on them in the bathroom at a party one night...doing unspeakable things and immediately leaves, embarrassed but even afterwards he can't stop thinking about it

that's all i'm gonna say for the plot, just in case i ever do end up releasing it but yeah. i've got a few parts of it written, i'll release one small snippet of one of them here

Sweet tears of ecstasy

“Shit,” You groan, chest heaving, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

Fingers twirl through threads of his hair as he pants as well, trying to calm his racing heart while almost (maybe) unaware of the affect that it had on your shivering body from his hot breath fanning across you. 

He could barely help the churn in his stomach at the way you looked down at him, hungry as your eyes roved over his skin; ravenous, like you weren’t above pouncing on him the second after you came despite the slight tremble still apparent in your legs.

“Stop looking at me like that!” He moaned, trying to hide his head in your thigh as he squirmed, your hand in his hair holding him back.

How could you not? It would be a crime to not appreciate how puffed and red his lips were, his hair messy and chin covered in a mess that his tongue seemed determined to clean, poking out every so often. “Like what babyboy?” 

He sighs and rolls his eyes as you smile, cupping his cheek in time for him to brush his head against your inner thighs, blowing at you just to hear you hiss. 

You groan, “Don’t be a dick!” Using the position in favour for shoving him back, away from you before frowning at the cold left behind and pulling him back in.

He almost laughs but instead kisses your skin softly, lovingly.

“You’ve gotten too good at that y’know?”

“I dunno,” he looks up before crawling up into your open arms, allowing him to cuddle up against you as you light a cigarette, placing it between your lips with a puff. “Is there such a thing as being too good at eating pussy?”

The smell of nicotine fills his head, making him feel cloudy and safe. 

He’s never liked it when you smoke, told you many times to stop, tried many times to make you. 

Hiding them, throwing them in the trash, sending you websites and YouTube videos, threatening you. Nothing’s worked and he still doesn’t like it but he can’t help the way that the smell alone is almost enough to make him hard again.

A cigarette before you give him the best orgasm he’s had in his life, relighting the same one right after, right before round two and then another one before you hop into the shower afterwards.

Pavlov’s dogs or some shit, right? 

“You wanna stay the night?” The words echo hollowly, seeming to bounce off the four walls of his room. 

He feels foolish. For even asking. For even hoping. Especially when you don’t answer, simply taking another puff, offering it to him in which he declines with a quiet reminder of how you should quit.

His body feels cold when you pull away. The bed seems so much bigger when you’re not in it.

“Not tonight lover,” You grab your underwear off the floor, jeans too followed by the shirt you came in. “Got some stuff I need to do,”

He wishes that you’d grab his hoodie right next to it instead, slip it on and wear it tomorrow when he’d see you in class. “Mhm.” It’s a bullshit excuse. You know it. He knows it. 

But it’s an unspoken promise at this point. He asks you to stay. You say you have something. You leave. He stays. Cold and left with the scent of cigarettes and sex.

“You coming to the party tomorrow night?” You put out the deathstick on the ashtray that’s taken space on his nightstand, brought a couple of weeks ago by you after being annoyed with the fact that he had nothing else that you could’ve used.

“Wooyoung’s?”

“Yeah, the one at his and San’s place?”

He thinks over the things he had planned for tomorrow, ready to skip out anything originally planned to go to this stupid party with you. Graciously happy to find that he has nothing. “Yeah, why?”

You turn back to him, smile plastered across you face, looking so much more innocent than you really are. 

“Just wanted to make sure that I’d see you there, probably wouldn’t go if you weren’t. You’re the only one that makes that kinda stuff bearable for me.” He swears his heart soars with the words, with the way you lean down, placing a kiss on his neck, lingering on his jaw, then his cheek and the corner of his mouth before planting one on his lips, nipping at them playfully, pulling away just as quick before he can wrap his arms around your neck and pull you in, effectively starting round 3 of the night.

“Y-yeah,” 

He’s slightly breathless but you don’t seem to notice, fishing your phone out of your pocket to check the time. “Oh shit, I gotta go!” 

You scramble to grab the rest of your things, your bag, the pack of cigarettes and lighter you left on his nightstand beside the ashtray and one last stolen kiss.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay? 8 and don’t be late, I will leave you behind if it’s over ten minutes.”

He pouts petulantly, “I don’t take that long!”

You roll your eyes playfully as you unlock the door, peeking your head in one more time before you shut it. “Take a shower okay? You smell like sex and I’ll call you later, text me if you need anything, anything at all.” He nods and you pin him with a look that seems to say ‘don’t fuck around with me.’

“Okay!”

“Good." You smile softly and for a second he can pretend that he's really yours and that you'll come back later tonight when he's sleeping, cuddling up to him in the dark and that you'll wake up in the morning-together.

But then your next words come, like a slap to the face. What you say every night that you leave him. "See you later Hongjoong.”

And with that, you’re gone. And he’s left alone in the dark once more. 

--

so yeah, a snippet from the first part, after this it switches to mingi's point of view, already at the party mentioned the next night. which is where he ends up walking in on them.

[tj-dragonblade]

Star Trek AU WIP

@introvertbibliophile you had asked about the Star Trek 'AU' for the WIP Titles thing! I am a lifelong Trekkie and a DS9 girlie and basically, I want to write a more-often-than-centennial meeting in the 24th century while Hob's on DS9 for one reason or another. I think I'm leaning away from having him enlisted in Starfleet; there are a dozen civilian reasons he can be there, I'll settle on one eventually. Here's an earlier write-up on it with a little more detail; largely it's just Vibes™ but I'm starting to see a sharpening of shapes for it. Possibly they aren't together romantically yet despite what I said in the linked post; maybe this can also be a confessional conversation after they've been building their friendship for another three hundred years. But! Thanks to this ask, I have roughly drafted an introductory snippet to share:

The view is excellent from up here. Hob leans back in his chair, eyes sharp, roaming over the crowds on the lower level of Quark's. It's busy this evening; station personnel and patrons from all over the quadrant are milling about the dabo tables, thick along the bar, haggling over holosuite prices in a cheerful cacophony of noise and high spirits that is as familiar as his own face. The centuries may come and go, but a pub is a pub. Even lightyears from home. He taps his fingers absently against his glass and swirls it around, watching as what he'd guess is a freighter crew tumble into the bar, rowdy and eager to be parted from their latinum for the promise of a good drink and a good time and the chance to unwind. It's comforting, how familiar it all is despite the differences. It's June 7th, 2372 as reckoned by the Earth calendar; he's lived a thousand years and seen scenes like this playing out thousands of times. People will always be people, even when they come from different planets or even different corners of the galaxy. But there's only one person, one entity, that he's truly looking for at the moment. And he has every confidence that Dream will come; his friend always does, but there's forever that little voice of 'what if'—born when he'd learned of Dream's 20th-century imprisonment—that only goes quiet once Dream actually shows. It's less chaotic here on the upper level and Hob's got a good angle on the second-floor entrance as well as the hubbub below. He sips his drink, soaks in the noisy flow of life all around him, and waits. Finally, he spots the moon-pale face and electric shock of black hair he's been searching for slipping through the upper entrance across the mezzanine, and he can feel the way his entire being just. Brightens. He smiles, unable to help it, and when Dream's searching eyes meet his it cracks into a full beaming grin. Dream's always-so-solemn mouth tilts up at both corners in return, and Hob waggles his fingers in a brief 'hello'.

WIP Title Ask Game

[hyperactively-me]

hey y'all! i just wanted to say thank you to each and every single one of you who has ever interacted with any of my posts! i truly appreciate all 1.8k of you and your unwavering support for my writing. it's something i truly love doing, and have always had a passion for writing, whether it be fanfic, research papers, personal essays, school assignments, or journaling.

that being said, i just wanted to let y'all know that i am going abroad for the next 5 months, and i am leaving for my adventure✨ tomorrow. i am very excited and blessed to have this amazing opportunity!

that being said, i cannot guarantee that i will have much time for writing. as much as i love writing, i also want to spend my time exploring places that i otherwise wouldn't have the chance to see (and i still have to do schoolwork unfortunately). this does not mean i'm abandoning my work, but posts will be very infrequent and sporadic.

of course, i will always try my best to write, but again, i cannot guarantee that i will post much.

i'll be sure to check back here every so often and maybe even share snippets of my lil adventures whenever i can! thank y'all again for being so amazing. until then, take care, and see you soon!! 😇🪽🩵

sincerely, H

(also, fear not king!ghost au followers, i will have PLENTY of time to write while on the plane rides, so expect parts to come out later this week as i queue them up to be posted every few days!)

[monstersandmaw]

So today, I heard a track from Evanescence’s 2003 Album ‘Fallen’, (which was incidentally the first CD I bought with my own pocket money (aged 13) and which I listened to so intensely that I still know every word on the album) and it viscerally brought back my first real OC comfort character.

If you want to meet him, I'll put what I 'know' of him below the cut. It felt like meeting an old friend for the first time in years while I was driving along and thinking about him again today, all the while singing along to the album that inspired him in the first place.

His name is Kian, and he's a soft, shy goth boy in a band...

(Brief mention of car accident as a child and resulting physical disability)

Kinda tall and rather lanky, with long black hair to his waist and the kind of skin that burns at the first hint of sunshine, he's intensely shy and doesn't talk much, even with the people he's very comfortable around.

I didn't know the nuance of it at the time, but I can say now that he's definitely panromantic and demisexual/grey-ace.

He's the main songwriter and guitarist for a rock??/symphonic metal?? band that plays the same kind of music as on the album 'Fallen' (which is how I first imagined him), as well as stuff like Nightwish... His primary instrument is actually keyboard/piano (he could have been a classical concert pianist but he chose the band over that, much to his parents' eternal disappointment...). Sometimes the band has an instrumental section in their sets, with him playing the piano with his back to the audience, and it's become a bit of a trademark in their concerts :). The band is doing really well and becoming pretty popular, and the other members are a short girl with a plus-size figure and long black hair (singer), a 6'3" tanned, muscled, tattooed, smiley blond guy with viking hair and a teddy-bear personality (bass player and backing vocals, dating the girl), and a punk with piercings, tattoos, and spiky hair that changes colour basically every week (drums, gender???).

When Kian was nine years old, he was involved in a car accident and his right leg was crushed by the impact. It wasn't deemed necessary to amputate, but it's left him with a lot of pain in his right leg and he walks with the use of a cane or crutch (depending on the pain) and wears an orthotic brace. He has a wheelchair he uses sometimes, but with constant physio and attentive care, it's not often necessary. He uses it when he needs to though.

Kian is a sweetie who would do anything for the people he loves, but rarely enjoys going out in crowds and prefers to keep to himself or on the edge of social gatherings. He does really enjoy going out and about on his own to places like the park, and sitting on a bench to read in the shade with a coffee or tea. His bandmates are super protective of him because he's so shy (which he can find a bit chafing, but it comes from a good place), and they shield him socially when they do go out to crowded places, making sure he's not overwhelmed. Bass player is Big Protecc Bear with all his friends.

Kian's more of a dog person than a cat person, but he loves animals in general, and he loves it when the singer (I don't have a name for her) brings her dog to his apartment and lets Kian dog-sit when she needs someone to look after her (she's a Tamaskan who absolutely adores Kian, so that works out well for both parties).

He's pretty into social media, but mostly posts artsy shots of sunlight on his piano or his coffee etc., or snippets of stuff he's working on, and he rarely shows his face. He games a lot in his spare time, and though people know he's into online gaming, and which ones, they don't know his name/handle. I like to think that maybe he meets his future SO online and they fall in love without knowing who he is...

If you've played Stardew Valley at all, you'll know why I instantly fell in love with Sebastian - same vibes as Kian in many ways.

So yeah, that's one of my very oldest OCs (one who's human anyway. I've talked about my winged, skull-headed, half-man-half-reptile/gargoyle, temple guardian lad on here before, I'm sure, and he's even older than Kian).

Anyway, I hope you liked meeting him :). This was oddly personal for me, and I've never shared him with anyone before. Thinking about him and listening to 'Fallen' got me some of the toughest of my teenage years, so be kind, and if you think any of the above is silly or whatever, please just move on with your day and don't say anything :3.

I'd love to write something for the band and get to know them all over again now that I'm an adult. Maybe I will one day :)

[zimithrus]

For the Fanfiction Writing Asks... I'm kind of cheating due to low spoons, sorry:

80: please answer 1 to 5 of the other 79 questions, choosing the ones you'd rather talk about today? 😅

Asks List

Cheat all you need to with low spoons, I've been there am there 💚 But also thank you for the versatility~ This is a little long so I'll add a read more option. Let's see...

7. Post a snippet from a wip With Barnaby’s portions in hand, Kotetsu carefully steps out of the kitchen, walking into the living room with a soft smile on his face. He sets the bowl down against a small coffee table just a few feet away from the couch. (Also bought on one of Kotetsu’s mentions).

“Here you go, baby bunny.” He softly says as he sets the water down next to it.

A flush of red on Barnaby’s face from the extra sweet term of endearment. “Thank you.” He says in despite of that coyness.

“Of course.” Kotetsu smiles. “Here, let me…”

He trails off, but when Barnaby shifts ever so slightly, he’s already on the move to help him reposition himself. With how his partner had his leg clutched, he’s obviously in pain, and moving himself around too much makes it flare up worse. Though with someone to help, it eases the strain. (Coming soon to an ao3 account near you lol! 😂)

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently? It varies, but more often than not I've got something playing to keep me from getting too distracted. I tend to put on songs without words, or songs that I've heard over and over and haven't gotten sick of yet. Lately when I've been writing, due to my faltering mentality, I've been listening to this and this to keep me both distracted and focused as possible. 🎧

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles? 95% percent of the time I come up with the tile before I even start writing. It's hard for me to start if I don't have a good title. I can think of an idea, flesh it out in my head, but until I come up with a title it stays there lol! I come up with titles from songs, not-so-common words, or smashing two words or things together. It varies depending on the idea.

34. How much personal/life experience do you include in your fics? A lot. Writing is usually how I process a lot of thoughts and feelings I don't normally allow myself to have or act on. Or its experiences I want to have, or things I was denied when I was younger that I can give myself through words now. Maybe even just to think 'wouldn't it be fucked up if this happened??' and going with it lol 😂

45. What genre/trope do you tend to write the most? My go-to trope is tied between hurt/comfort and fluff and my go-to trope is friends to lovers. Hurt/comfort has always been a good push and pull for me. I love writing how characters would react/act to bad/painful/stressful situations, and when the tension dies down, having something or someone warm, soft and comforting waiting to help pick them back up. And fluff is just, so sweet and fun to write. I've always had a knack for the cute, fun stuff in writing and art. Just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside hearing it. Ties in very well with hurt/comfort too, like an extra layer of glue. 👌 And friends to lovers has always been a thing I've gravitated towards even as a child. Mainly based on my own experiences. When watching movies, reading books and playing games I always thought 'how could someone just fall for someone they don't even know? I wish X went for their best friend, they've known each other for so long! It seems unfair!' (might've been the demi/ace in me too lol 🖤🤍💜) There's a connection between friends, especially friends that grew up together. They've seen the other through every stage of their life, shared secrets and late nights and pinkie promises, adventures and heartaches all the same - I always thought what's more intimate and special for a partner than that? 💗

Long rambles jeeze lol though I do love these little ask games, I get so eager to share 😆 Thank you very much for the ask, and sorry it took a little while to get to - I apparently had a lot I wanted to blab about 😂 Take care~ 💚

[nulliustram-webfiction]

Intro Post

Figured I might as well introduce myself lol.

I'm @indigo-brainspark on main (@indigosabyss is my fanworks blog) and this is my writing sideblog!!

I have a post-apocalyptic LitRPG serial on RoyalRoad which is linked here, but on Tumblr, I have two main ideas going on. Here's a link to a list of ideas I had going a while back!

KeyMates, which is a story about two psychics whose only ability is an unconscious mindlink that allows them to automatically find keys the other person is looking for, and the queerplatonic relationship they foster as they get through this world filled with assumptions of romance and expectations. Snippets of this are all over my blog, but the main story hasn't started yet, so... no link for that.

There is also Surviving Nulls, which I'm currently doing using the 'For the Love of...' snippets. The overall story is about a loveless aplaroace girl trying to learn magic in a system that says that all magic must be fostered out of relational love, and her battle against strange void-like creatures called Nulls who serve to steal human's magic and love because they are incapable of creating any of their own. Or at least, that's what she's told.

My friends are really supportive of these projects, and every so often you'll see something on here that they've drawn or helped edit. I'll get them to introduce themselves if this blows up lol.

Maybe this sounds like wishful thinking, but I want to make a living off writing eventually. But that's a long way coming. For now, here's my ko-fi for donations and my Patreon for early access.

[secretly-of-course]

*clears throat* Andi Mack Holiday AU Andi Mack Holdiday AU Andi Mack Holiday AU (or if you were already asked about it I'd love to hear about/see a snippet of your Huntlow texting piece or your Andi Mack Miraculous AU)

Hiiii thanks for asking! Gosh I started the Holiday AU quite a while ago and kinda lost steam but I definitely want to revisit it some day! It begins with Andi living in LA having just recently broken up with Walker, and TJ living in Shadyside having recently broken up with Marty (though unlike the movie both breakups were amicable). Andi of course ends up meeting Amber on her trip and TJ ends up meeting Cyrus. Here's a snippet!

At that thought, Andi sat straight up in bed. “I need a vacation!” she shouted to the empty room. She hopped out of bed and reached for her laptop, quickly typing out the url for Jumble. Bex and Bowie had used Jumble for their honeymoon and couldn't stop praising it, now this was the perfect opportunity for Andi to try it herself.

The only problem was, Andi had no idea where she wanted to go. “Universe!” Andi called out as her dad often did, “Where should I go!?”

Andi sat for a minute waiting for a sign. Nothing happened. Not very seren-dope-ity. Andi rolled her eyes as dark walls stared back at her and fetched her coin purse. She figured it would be easiest to go somewhere in the United States so she wouldn't have to renew her passport. She’d simply flip a coin to decide what half of the country to look at and keep narrowing it down from there. Andi reached into the purse and pulled out a quarter, illuminated only by the light of her computer.

“Okay. Heads I go East. Tails I stay West,” she said to herself. But before Andi could flip the coin, the tails side caught her eye. Two trains faced each other in front of a mountain range, along with the words “Crossroads of the West.” It was a 2007 Utah state quarter.

“Utah,” Andi pondered in the dark. “Okay universe,” she said with a growing smile on her face.

…

The sound of TJ’s phone buzzing startled him as he was just falling asleep. He grabbed it annoyance before focusing on what was on his screen.

New notification from Jumble! tjk1996 has a new message from mackandi!

Any annoyance TJ was feeling completely vanished as he read mackandi’s message. A person--a real life person--actually wanted to visit Shadyside. And she was from Los Angeles no less! TJ was practically buzzing with excitement as he and his new match, Andi, chatted.

mackandi: so is shadyside relatively quiet? i'm looking for a relaxing getaway

tjk1996: super quiet! i promise no one will bother you except maybe my sister when she comes to water the plants

tjk1996: and for fun we have a nice park, a movie theater, and a flea market every weekend

tjk1996: oh also the spoon it's the best diner in the whole state

mackandi: sounds perfect!!!

tjk1996: so, when do you want to do this?

There was a pause before Andi's reply came in. TJ held his breath in anticipation.

mackandi: is tomorrow too soon?

I'll answer the other parts below the cut!

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The Andi Mack miraculous au was an idea I had a while back, I actually did end up posting my design for Andi as Ladybug here! I didn't get as far with Chat Noir TJ though. Just a rough sketch!

Unlike the show, this would NOT be a ladybug x chat noir romance, they're friends! In this AU I would give Cyrus the turtle, Buffy the tiger, Jonah the fox, Amber the snake, and Kira the bee. If there are any love square shenanigans it would be between TJ and Cyrus (TJ likes Cyrus as a civilian. Cyrus likes Chat Noir as a hero. They don't know each other's identities.) I'm not really sure who the villain would be though.

I think I might have posted my huntlow texting sketch before but I don't remember for sure so here it is again and the meme it's based on. The show has taken their relationship a lot further than it was when I started this, so I'm not sure if I will finish it one day or not. I still think they are cute though :)

[clotpolesonly]

Tag game tuesday: The MySpace Survey

tagged by @mzkora!!! <3

What’s your name: Jess(ica)

Sun sign: leo but like, just barely 😂 idk what being a cusp means but i'm one of those, like first day of leo

The last song you listened to: i haven't listened to any music today except for one of those musical comedians, this one was about a guy whose friend was flirting with his dad and it was a banger lmao, twas hilarious

What are you wearing right now: the practical all black outfit i've been wearing (unfortunately) for most of the last 3 weeks as i work backstage crew for a musical. usually i change between work and the theater, but my sister starts a new job today which means there will be commute time added as she comes to get me, instead of her being here right at 5, so we won't have TIME to go home and change and get food before we have to head to the theater, so i'm just cutting out the middle man and wearing it all day. this is the third weekend of performances though, show closes sunday, so it's the only time i'll have to.

How tall are you? 5’8

Piercings? only ears, and i don't wear earrings very often, really only for special occasions

Tattoos? i've got one tattoo, as a memorial for my dad who died in 2017. it's a snippet of lyrics from one of the songs he wrote, behind my left ear. i'm planning on getting a memorial tattoo for my grandmother who died in november(?? i think) but we can't currently FIND the drawing she did that i was gonna get. so. if we ever find that again, i'm gonna get it on my hip.

Glasses or contacts? contacts, all day almost every day for about 20 years now, i put them in before i even get out of bed in the mornings. i hate not having peripheral vision in glasses.

Last drink: water yum yum

Last thing you ate: a chicken and cheese quesadilla and a banana/strawberry smoooooothie

Favorite color: big fan of purple

Any pets? not any of my own. had cats and a dog growing up, and had a rat for a few years a while back, but they have all since died 😅 i'm not inclined toward all the upkeep required for larger pets, so no cats or dogs if i have to actually take care of them entirely myself, and i would be down to get another rat or two, but my sister was DEVASTATED when Freya died and refuses to be traumatized by any more pets with short life spans aldkfjg. so no more rats lol.

Do you have a crush on anyone? nope uwu

Favorite fictional character: currently i am deeply fixated on Declan Lynch, somebody send help

A movie you think everyone should watch: uuuuhhhhh A Christmas Carol, the musical version with Kelsey Grammer?? first thing that came to mind, very random 😂 but that version is a banger, i love the music, clearly the superior adaptation of the story

A book you think everyone should read: mmm gonna throw darts at the wall and say Two Dark Moons by Avi Silver, cuz i read it fairly recently and enjoyed it a lot?? idk, i want there to be a fandom for that, i went looking on tumblr for stuff about it and found a grand total of like two posts and was very disappointed lol. somebody else go read it so i'm not alone XD

The last place you traveled: i don't go anywhere aldkfgh. i think the last place i went waaasssss alabama? Mobile maybe?? fuck i don't remember, we went to the Winona Judd concert, wherever it was.

Something you’re looking forward to: strike for this show i'm working 😂 probably the first time i've ever looked forward to strike (the process of disassembling a show's set and clearing out the theater and dressing rooms, huge ordeal) but after dealing with these obnoxious fucking difficult to maneuver set pieces for the last month, i think i will greatly enjoy reducing them to piles of wood and screws.

And I am tagging: @adamprrishcycle @cheeeryos @alloverthegaf @alisonhales @mayonnaisetoffees

[dreaming-marchling]

🌈 - 🖊 - 🍰 (mine is your Marked-series 😍)

🌈 What inspired you to write [Marked in Trust series]?

I sometimes go through periods where I decide I don't want to post anymore. I just want to write whatever I want to write for just myself and not worry about making it something other people might like. MiT was started in one of those periods. It was the culmination of a lot of things I wanted to explore - the dark underbelly a soulmate world with the thought that not everyone though history can be happy with their person and the aftermath of that, a DEEP deep slow slow slow recovery from trauma, destined family mixed with a soulmate relationship, and daydreams I had been having of Brian's backstory/family coming back into his life. I also took elements of a story that I stopped writing because it started with Brian in a major car accident that I was working on when Paul Walker died in a major car accident and it just felt wrong/morbid to continue. That one included a lot of Brian's family history though so I took some of that and brought it with me to MiT. I got like halfway through MiT and was over my no posting funk and decided if I took out some of the really self-indulgent bits I could make it good enough to post.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP

In the end Brian decided on Delphiniums but he also wanted to ask Mia first. Maybe she had some herb or something she was hoping he would start up. He would be down to take requests.

Brian flipped through the pages one last time, fanning them out with his thumb.

When he hit the front of the book, he saw writing.

He froze. The writing was very block-like. Not how his mother wrote.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave)

Judas Kiss by JoeLawson - the family backstory goes way different than what's in my head but the exploration is great. I come back to this one every so often and sink right in.

Thank you for asking! I'm really glad MiT is a comfort fic for you! I'll have a new MiF up in a week or two :)

[slytherinshua]

this is regarding the funky writing game!! D && F && H && L && S && T !! :D you don’t have to answer them all but those were the ones i was the most curious abt 🫣 LOVE U MWAH

THANK YOU FOR ASKING AXE IM SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE KSDJFKSDF

D - "is there a song or playlist you associate with [insert fic]?"

okay okay I feel like I semi associate wildest dreams by Taylor Swift with infamous together... and that's because I listened to that song on repeat like LITERALLY ON REPEAT while in the car while writing a large portion of infamous together... and like its just such tae vibes so rly any tae fic but especially that one!!

F - "share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it"

“This is the best day of my life. Besides the wedding part. But this.” You gestured to the scenery that lay before you both as Taehyun continued to drive away from the old town.

“This automobile is so old. I’m surprised it could go as fast as it did back there.” Taehyun told you with a laugh.

“Of course it did. You fixed it. The one and only, Kang Taehyun.”

“I’m not ‘the one and only, Kang Taehyun’.”

“You’re my one and only Kang Taehyun.”

“You are so annoying with your pickup lines-”

“But you love them.” You teased.

“But I love them.” He glanced at you with a smile on his face before focusing back on the road.

idk smth about this scene in drive was rly satisfying to write like they're running away together but still flirting with each other and I just thought it was cute <33

H - "how would you describe your style?"

this is a hard one... like idek???? I feel like most of it is just me thinking of these complex settings (which is why I like AUs sm) and then just writing down the words that I think of. tbh idek if my writing is good or not 💀I just try my best ig. and like I've read a lot since I was little so that helps with knowing how to write like... better? idek im making no sense lmaooo

L - "how many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?"

it depends how long the fic sits rotting in my drafts. cause sometimes I write a fic in a day, and then the words just flow together so I do very little edited even I barely proof read 💀 but when its been in my drafts for a while and I've written like the beginning or smth before finishing it, I'll always re-read all of it and then re-write as much as I think is needed so it all makes sense and I can refresh my memory. Infamous together actually took a rly long time. It was originally supposed to be based on like that one halloween thing txt did where they all had spy code names. And Taehyun was "black card" and I was gonna use that as a big thing in the fic. But then I struggled with it for so long, and left it for m o n t h s. and then I finally found a way to finish it. But I actually erased everything I had written before and started completely fresh for that which sometimes happens.

S - "any fandom tropes you can't resist?"

hands down enemies to lover or rivals to lovers with taehyun. like I've written that... 3 times I think? (one of those no longer is published shhhh it was rly bad old writing) academic rivals slays so hard with him, any kind of mafia/secret agent slays as well. honestly I just eat it up every time I LOVE IT SM. also nurse trope. where like one of them is patching up the other sKSKSJDF OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD THE TENSION CAN BE JUST SDJFSKNDFKSJDFHSKJ or when they're actually dating then its just super cute 😭 OH OH AND ANOTHER ONE IS KINDA WEIRD AND IDK WHY I LIKE IT SO MUCH.... but like. presumed dead?? like when one of them thinks the other is DEAD. but then they're not AND IDK I JUST THINK THE REUNION CAN BE CUTE. but im scared to attempt it and I don't come across it very often on Tumblr but I did a bit on wp.

T - "any fandom tropes you can't stand?"

hmmmm maybe like love triangle- I just rly hate that trope and I hate reading it, I hate writing it, I hate watching it in dramas. like everything. its just d e s p i s e. there are some others that are kinda obvious like unrequited love or smth similar but love triangle takes the cake.

hope these answers satisfied you axe!!! ily mwah!!!

[kattythingz]

My beloved wife, I’d be honored if you answered 7, 12, 25/26, and 28 😩😩😩😩

Why, husband dearest, you flatter me! Of course!

7 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

One of my favorite projects isn't nearly as popular as my other ones, but I adore it to pieces, and it's my teen wolf stalia fic. Stalia is a ship that I hold very dear to my heart, and the fic I wrote for them was the first time I really breached "longfic" word count and felt proud about it. A lot of research went into it, and a lot more stress near the end of it. But it's so important to me still to this day. Scott and Malia's whole subplot and relationship development was particularly sth I was proud of back when I first wrote it, hence the chosen snippet:

“We can’t just kill every person that crosses us!” Scott yelled, his wound-up nerves finally snapping. “It’s one thing to kill in a fit of blind rage, but to do it just because you can? That sounds like something Peter would do, not us!”

“Yeah, well, maybe Peter’s right about something for once!” Malia shot back. “Maybe if you didn’t spend every moment making friends with your enemies and letting them walk away, your own pack wouldn’t feel unsafe despite the presence of an alpha!”

“This isn’t about safety anymore, Malia! This is about murder! This is about all the people that’ve died to similar methods that you’re seriously considering right now! How could you be okay with that?”

“Because it saved Stiles! Do you think Stiles would still be here if I hadn’t arrived when I did, Scott? Do you think Garett would’ve waited for instructions from Violet before tracking down Stiles again?” She swung her arm toward Stiles. “Stiles is still alive right now because I did what I had in order to protect him! And if you can’t be happy with that fact, then it’s no wonder he landed here in the first place!”

Malia didn’t know which one of them was the first to stand up in their rage, but she did know that Scott was the first to falter. The first to stagger like he was the one lying strangled and muted in a hospital cot.

12 - Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Hmmmm, this question's a little vague. For my current hyperfixation, ig, it would be ep44 from FMA 03. I love the dynamics between Ed and Team Mustang, and I love Ed's beef with Hohenheim, and I love the fact that we're spending a little time away from the plot to just let the characters (mostly Ed) ruminate on what's happened and just exist together. I go back to rewatch it pretty often.

25 - What do you look for in a beta?

Fishing for compliments I see. Subtle, Jinx. Real subtle. /j

Okay, so, genuinely: one of my first considerations is whether I'm friends with the person. Not because I'm looking for bias (I'm literally avoiding that with a beta?), but because there's a certain... comfort to it being a friend? If it's a complete stranger, no matter how nice they are, I'll always misread and/or overthink their tone in feedback. With a friend, however, I know for certain that they mean it well.

I also look for someone who knows the characters as well as or even better than me, because my insecurities about my writing aren't really in the technical aspect, but rather the characters. Consistency, OOCness, Would He Fucking Say That; that sort of stuff is the one thing I can't trust myself on.

It's a nice bonus if the person is also a good writer themselves, which I was very lucky to stumble on in my current beta <3

26 - Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

Often, yes! If my official beta is for character purposes, then I am the technical beta that dings myself on grammar and language bullshit. I used to post fics without proofreading them. Keyword: used to.

28 - Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Oh, oh, first person that comes to mind is @shanastoryteller! Their Untamed fics are my EVERYTHING, from the headcanons to the characterization to the prose??? I can't even pick a favorite fic from them—actually, wait, I can. Rotten Work, easily. crust and sugar over too... but that's another fandom, oops. I've read basically all their stuff kjvnwjbw. Raberba_girl on ao3 too has SUCH amazing httyd content, dear god. The Dragon Queen of Berk is my everything. And uhhhh... I can't think of a third that's not you lol. GOOD 'NUFF

[randombrainworm]

Since I'm already doing the "Worm reads Dracula" series I figured: why not share with strangers on the Internet my notes from "Worm reads Discworld"? It will encourage me to actually use this blog more often than once a week, someone may stumble upon my posts about Discworld books and be reminded of a scene that have made them laugh/cry/was important to them at some point in their lives AND those few who like to shout their opinions at others will have a perfect void to cream into!

So. Here's how it'll work:

I've been doing the private re-read for about two months now and I've covered 10 books total (The Watch series except for Snuff, Monstrous Regiment, The Colour of Magic and Going Postal). I'll be releasing a post every couple of days (and once I'm caught up on already read books I'll post whenever I'm done with another. Maybe with little snippets in between if I find a bit that's just too this-tea-is-coming-back-out-through-your-nose-right-now to wait in the notes).

Each post will contain a quote from the book that stuck with me (in some cases multiple quotes because you can't make me choose), some of my general thoughts and a colour rating that marks how much I liked the story (I use said colour to tick off the title on my reading list). There are 7 colours each title can be rated with, they roughly translate to:

RED - I Refuse To Acknowledge the Existance of This Book

BLUE - PTerry could do better

GREEN - Meh...

YELLOW - Okay, I see potential here

PINK - I like it!

ORANGE - It's so good!!!

PURPLE - ASKDJFGH!!!!! (meaning: "Please burry me with this book so that I could enjoy it for the eternity")

I have read some of the Discworld books in the past (about halfway through the Rincenwind, DEATH and Witches series + Guards! Guards!) but it's been almost a decade. Before starting my quest two months ago I only vaguely remembered the main characteristics of this world. This means that I won't catch up on all references, double meanings and cameos of important characters tucked into the background of stories when they're not the main leading force. This is also my first time reading the entire series in English, as God intended, so I can't promise a joke or two won't go over my head since I'm not a native speaker.

Anyway. I'd love to go through all the major books (not necessarily short stories or Science sub-series) before the end of summer. We'll see how it goes. If you're interestend in following, feel free to do so! And if you just want to point out some moments I forgot to mention/didn't pay them as much respect as you'd like - Tumblr allows you to interact with posts! Use this power!

Until next time,

Worm

[harrowreads]

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OH FUCK YESSS LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!! CHAOSSS!!!!!!!!!!

the best part about having like no awareness of time (especially on fridays, bc they are my days off) is that once 11 AM hits and you drop the fic it feels like christmas fucking morning BUT I DON'T EXPECT IT. SURPRISE! CHRISTMAS!!! IN APRIL!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

WHOAAAA THE NAMJOON EDIT!!! THAT HAIR COLOR!!!! AHHHH!!!

ok. i need to breathe and get my shit together. 😮‍💨

AHHHHH DETAILS, DETAILSSSSS. i love all the little details of the outfits, of the hair. it is so easy to picture and i just love it, and you are very fluid with your explanations, giving us a lot of imagery in a way that i can easily imagine. (and it is fun to look up the clothing styles i don't know by name. every time, i'm like, "ohhhh," instantly recognizing the pieces. like boubou and dhoti.)

the first thing Keena does is ask how his throat is feeling because of course she doesssss. i love her. i love them. AAHHHH!!!

“Have you no fear of today?”  “What have I to fear, my Prince?”  Prince Yoongi licked his lips as he thought over the Princess’s question. “I suppose a paper cut or an ink stain at most.”

ahhhh i love this because it's like building a mountain out of a molehill. Yoongi expects Keena to at least be nervous to start something new, and she is eager to take it in stride. and once he sees that, he's like, yeah. that makes sense. i was silly to think you can't handle it. OR MAYBE I AM READING TOO INTO IT BUT AKLSJDALSJSDA i just love details like this. it makes the characters feel so real.

describing baby Keena as a "hatchling" eeeee!!!

AAHHHH I LOVE ZARRINNNN!!!!

NAMJOON GARDENERRR???? NAMJOON GARDNERNAMJOON GARDNERNAMJOON GARDNERNAMJOON GARDNER!!!!!!!!!

WEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You bow to no one, treasure. No one is above you!” The Prince rasped and Hoseok took notice of the patches of black scales that were visible on the Prince’s neck.

THE CHILLS I GOT.

OMG. OMGOMGOMGOGOGMGOMG AGUSSSTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SHOULDN'T BE THIS EXCITED BUT YOU KNOW THAT I AMMMMM. "i'll make a stronger brew" i am so invested. I MEAN I WAS BEFORE BUT NOW.ADSLKAKJSLDAJSDLSAJDSADSAL!!!!!!

now i remember this snippet with the dancing instructors was posted as a wip, and it's so nice seeing it all come together.

i like that Keena is like whelp............back to my lessons. I'M SURE SHE IS NOT WHOLLY UNAFFECTED but she is also doing what needs to be done without worrying too much in the present over what happened, which i admire.

The Princess’s form wasn’t perfect, and her footwork wasn’t confident, but she had tried and kept at it.

that's our princess!

Empress Eunkyung’s lips twitched as she fought her laughter. If Agust had heard the Princess speak of him like that he would have thrown a fit.

hehehehehehehehhe.

okay but this moment between the empress and Keena is so nice, because we often see royal parents as being cold, business only, etc. in a lot of stories, but i feel like there is a deep respect from the empress, and it warms my heart. and i'm sure if Keena came in trifling with an attitude, it would be different; i'm sure she's no fool. but it is nice to see. Keena pouring her tea, and he teasing her a little while also sharing a very personal story. ldasjldasljda i love your characters so much.

You are a daughter that I have been blessed with. You shall know no harm while within these walls.

🥺🥺🥺

“Your silence is very loud. I cannot enjoy my tea.”

i love her.

Her voice rose as her eyes bled sliver and the sky outside started to darken.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMNNNNNN angsty ending.

AHHHHHHH THIS CHAPTER. this fic is so, so, so, so good. you already know. you know how i feel. but !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ughhhhhhh i just. i love it. i love you. i feel so lucky that you and i exist in this silly orbit together and i get to read this story and talk to you and alkskdjalsdjasljdlasdla ahhhhhhhh i love this.

WONDERFUL.

Blackthorn Ch 4 | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff  Word Count: 7.4K Warnings: Verbal Threats | Mentions of Child Loss (nothing detailed) | Talks of Reincarnation | Magic  Rating: PG16

a/n: Story moodboard made by @egocypher. As always thanks to @sailoryooons for betaing. Huge shout out to @colormepurplex2​ for making the Namjoon edit below. She saw me struggling and came to the rescue! 

a/n 2: Character asks are open. Feel free to ask anyone a question(s). No one is off limits.

Taglist: @thickemadame

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Princess Keena woke to the sound of Izaso and Yongsun arguing over what the Princess would wear for the day. The Princess sat up in bed and yawned with her arms stretched high above her head. Hyejin and Limbani smiled at the sight of the Princess and helped her into her morning robe and slippers. Byulyi and Fatsani set the table for breakfast and settled the Princess with a nice hot cup of fresh lemon mint tea. Princess Keena thanked them and sipped at her tea while she ate her breakfast quietly. 

Izaso and Yongsun continued to argue in harsh whispers and the Princess smiled to herself. After her conversation with Aga last night, the Princess knew what she wanted to wear during her classes. Princess Keena ignored their bickering and ate her food while going over her schedule for the day with Wheein. It was a lot but the Princess wouldn’t shy away from it. The first class was etiquette followed by language arts. After a short break, the Princess would learn the history of the Min empire followed by music and dance. There was to be another break in between for lunch and afterwards was the last lessons of the day, civics and species studies.

The Princess wondered how different the social structures of the two nations were and she looked forward to learning. Once finished with breakfast, Alinafe and Hyejin washed the Princess for the day while Chimika and Byulyi styled her hair into a single jumbo braid that had a thin gold chain with sapphires twisted in. Princess Keena watched in the mirror as Wheein started her makeup while Alinafe overlooked the process. The eyeshadow was a mix of warm nude tones with a pop of gold and thin black liner. The Princess’s lips were painted a soft taupe with cranberry hues which tied the whole look together.

Izaso walked over with a frown settled on her lips, her dark eyes narrowed as she sighed and motioned for the Princess to follow her. Princess Keena bit the inside of her lip to keep from laughing and followed Izaso to where Yongsun stood with a blue and gold hanbok ready to go. The Princess smiled and shook her head lightly as she spoke, “I will be wearing a boubou to today’s classes.”

Izaso’s face lit up at the Princess’s words and Yongsun frowned. “I understand that my attire is not what you are used to. However, it is a part of my culture. I will respect your dress when it is needed. Outside of that, I request that you grace me with the same courtesy.”

Yongsun bowed deeply and Izaso motioned for Fatsani and Limbani to ready the Princess’s clothing. Since the hanbok was blue, they picked out a light blue silk chevron patterned boubou that had a black and navy striped neckline. Izaso and Yongsun helped dress the Princess and finished the dress with a pair of navy leather pointed-toed shoes called balghas.

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