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[enha-doodles]

NEW TAGLIST !!!

I'll be making abnew Taglist , if you wanna be added you can send a mssg , an ask or even comment on this !! You can mention if you just wanna be on enhypen taglist or harry potter taglist or just in general taglist where I'll be taging you in every work !!

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[joelslegalwhre]

This girl is entering her no rpf era (bc I think it's weird and I don't do it for actors etc but I do it for the drivers? Makes no sense to me. Everyone do what you love but it's not for me anymore)

So I'll write the last remaining requests that I have left, and want to focus more on pedro's characters or the witcher. Just wanted to let you know, because that means I'll also make a new taglist. 🫶

[madamechrissy]

Keep This Low Key - Masterlist

💜Chapter One💜Chapter Two💜 Chapter Three 💜 Chapter Four 💜 Chapter Five 💜 Chapter Six (Final)

💜 Pairings: Choso x Fem reader- Rating: Explicit- MDNI

💜 Contents/Warnings: Smutty, explicit sexual content, rough sex, idiots in love, friends to lovers, friends w/benefits BUT IT FAILS obviously. Choso isn't super submissive like most stories, but he is a sweetheart and a doll baby!! Cho has piercings and tats. Low key pleasure dom in the bed. Angsty asf but also some fluff, cute, emotional, gonna be a slow burn, reader falls hard, love triangles, messy.

💜 Word Count: 57k- Completed

💜 Summary: You have been Choso's best friend for years, and one night he has a date with Yuki, his girlfriend, while you have a date with Ino, your boyfriend, only for them both to break up with you at the same time! You all think of calling each other, but run right into each other. Choso brings you home since you didn't even have your car, and you two are crying over a couple beers and a silly movie, only to have a sudden idea.

Why not say fuck dating, fuck heartbreak, and just fuck each other? No drama, no mess, no upset, and you two are such good friends, nothing can go wrong, right? The only agreement is no feelings, and if you all find a s/o, you'll end things. But the moment Choso opens his heart to you, and the moment you start falling, things get messy, as you realize he's the best you've had, and you're falling hard. Will you all stay friends, become more, or will everything blow up?

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Ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60140008/chapters/153460336

[chaoslibra]

♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — t.todoroki smau

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i. stranger danger iii. practice session

ii. shush boykissers 𝄞 m.list

you were already a pretty light sleeper under normal conditions, so it wasn't surprising that the loud creaking of the floorboards woke you up in the middle of the night. at first you just assumed, that tomura had gotten up to get himself a glass of water and were ready to go back to sleep without a second thought. but something didn't feel right. the steps felt heavier, too heavy for someone who had just rolled out of bed.

immediately your chest tightened. thoughts raced to your head about who the intruder could possibly be. one thought in particular clung to you, but you refused to let yourself entertain it. everything rational within you screamed for you to text tomura and get both of your asses out of here. and yet, not a second later you had hushed across your room to hear the intruder better. your ear was glued to the door, trying to make out any sound. 

there were only a few more creaks, followed by a heavy thud. the steps were a lot lighter now and the floorboards didn't creak anymore. it was safe to assume that the person had taken their shoes off. but why? if they had broken in, why would they bother taking their shoes off? you knew, you should be a lot more terrified, but for some reason you were just confused. 

a deep breath escaped your lips before you slowly pressed down the door handle. this was a stupid decision. you knew full well, that you should have probably run the other way the moment you had heard any type of noise. the smartest decision would have been to climb out the window and use the little ledge on the window sill to climb over to tomura's room and wake him up. instead you gently pushed the door open and stepped into the pitch black living room. 

you couldn't hear any steps. the sudden dead silence enveloped you like an eery, dark cloak. you had expected to see a figure move through the room, but there was none. there was no way you had imagined all of it, was there? from the door to your room, you could see the entire living room. to see the kitchen, though, you would have to round the corner, because the wall from the entry hallway that connected to the kitchen island blocked your view to it. there was a slight rustling sound again, followed by the fridge being opened? you'd never heard of people going through fridges, when breaking and entering, but in all fairness, in this economy, you couldn't blame them for trying. obviously they didn't know your brother well, though. if they did, they would know his fridge wasn't worth opening. there was never anything worthwhile in there, except for energy drinks, ice cream and half empty take-out containers if you were lucky.

"fuck's sake!" a deep voice hissed.

you were pretty sure now, that it was a guy, but you couldn't place the voice. that was much more relieving, that it should be, but a man you didn't know was very likely to be safer, than the ones you did know. still, you grabbed tomura's keys from the little bowl in the entry way – careful not to let the keychains dangle. you tiptoed over to the kitchen, the cold metal of the keys digging into your skin. you kept close to the wall, so he wouldn't see you, but by the time you reached the kitchen island, he was already walking back toward the living room. you could only hope, that he hadn't seen you yet. you pushed your body into the wall, as if that would make it swallow you. 

he stopped walking. you decided to take that second to try and at least make out some features. he was dressed so dark, that his frame almost entirely blended into the pitch black background. he was wearing a hooded jacket, hiding any feature you would have otherwise maybe seen, beneath it. his arm shifted, at least that's what you assumed it was, since your eyes still hadn't gotten used to the dark. that proved unnecessary a second after, because his elbow hit the light switch. the sudden shift in lighting momentarily blinded you and somehow turned off the alarm signals, that should have told you to get the fuck out of there.

"not running off this time?" you jumped back hearing the playful tone of his voice.

blinking a few times to get used to the very bright light, you stared up at him. when you recognized who he was, you felt both relief that he wasn't some psycho killer and a little annoyed that he had obviously noticed you a bit ago and messed with you for whatever reason. you had been right about him wearing all black, though. his thick hooded jacket covered his pitch black hair almost entirely. it didn't however cover the shit-eating grin, that he was staring down at you with.

"to be fair, you were a strange man in my brother's apartment." you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "and i was in a towel."

"fair enough." he laughed pulling the hood of his jacket down. 

even though you hadn't really looked at him, when you had bolted out of the room yesterday, you had seen his face a bunch online before. he had been everywhere together with the rest of lov, when their first single blew up. now that dabi's face was lit entirely, you could see the black ink snaking its way up his neck from below his jacket. there weren't any on his face, but he had more than enough piercings to make up for it. just from a quick glance you could see little silver balls adorning his right eyebrow, three more on the left side of his nose and he had snake bites. his black hair was tousled into every possible direction, sticking out in messy spikes. he was taller than you and a good bit broader, too, though that could just as well be the thickness of his jacket.

"didn't mean to wake you up, by the way." he unzipped his jacket and lazily dropped it onto the kitchen island. even though the hoodie that he was wearing under it was baggy and obviously intended to fit loosely, you could see the broad shoulders underneath it. the tattoos from his neck obviously continued under the collar of his hoodie.

"you're good." you smiled, awkwardly shifting your feet.

he just nodded and slumped onto the couch. you assumed that to have been the end of your conversation and where just about ready to leave, when he spoke up again. "i'm dabi by the way."

it was kind of funny that he felt the need to introduce himself, when you both knew, that you were aware who he was. maybe he just thought it was the polite thing to do. 

"y/n." you said quietly. you weren't sure if tomura had mentioned your name. himiko had told you earlier tonight, that tomura had never mentioned you, so you probably were right to introduce yourself. dabi just hummed, resting his feet on the coffee table next to three open cans of monster and the bag of chips tomura had opened sometime before you had moved in. his eyes turned to you again, looking at you, almost as if he was trying to remember something.

"wait, i know you." you furrowed your brows looking back at him. "didn't you say you didn't like lov on twitter bout a week ago?"

if only you had taken the advice of the smarter part of your brain and climbed out the window when you had the chance. you laughed awkwardly, wishing you could be anywhere but here – preferably somewhere six feet under ground. and not right in front of the bassist of the band, you had publicly claimed hating, even though it had been for a joke. the whole thing had blown up completely with their vicious fans literally blowing up your phone with hate comments and threats. you remembered vividly that somehow dabi, of all people, had found your post and even commented. tomura had found the entire thing hilarious, because of course he did. but he had never mentioned to dabi that the person who had made that viral post, was his sister.

"i didn't actually mean that." you choked out an awkward laugh. dabi's head tilted to the side. he stared at you so intensely now, as if he were genuinely curious about the explanation. you just then noticed how brightly blue his eyes were. which was only accented with the black color that was smudged all around his eyes. and it looked like he was wearing black mascara as well. "i honestly just wanted to mess with tomu. never expected that shit to blow up the way it did."

he looked at you for a good second, as if he was processing what you had just said. and then he just snorted out a laugh. "so what i'm hearing is you don't actually think we suck?" 

"didn't say that, did i?" you decided to be petty and mess with him a little. as payback for him messing with you earlier. from the way his eyebrow raised, you assumed that he hadn't expected that answer. "wait for real?"

you just shrugged, trying your best to keep a straight face. he kept his bright eyes on you, trying to gauge your expression for any sign if you were being serious or not. he gave up a few seconds after.

"come on, you're killing me here."

you laughed seeing how invested he seemed to be. it was kind of nice to see, how serious he was taking this, especially since you know how much the band meant to your brother. you decided to make him suffer no longer.

"i'm kidding." it was funny to watch the actual relief on his face. "most of your stuff's actually really good."

"just most, huh?" he leaned back on the couch very quickly switching to his grin from before. you stared at him with a deadpan expression, which of course, he found even more amusing.

"obviously not what i meant." you rolled your eyes.

dabi let out a soft chuckle, still actively amused by annoying you. even though, he was sure, that you weren't actually as annoyed as you tried to look. and he would've been right. "you have a favorite?" 

"hm?"

dabi grinned seeing your head tilt, not understanding what he wanted from you.

"favorite song, i mean." 

the question left you more stumped, than it probably should have. you had been honest with dabi, you really did like all of their music. both the heavier rock songs they played and the very few slower songs they had – even their covers were usually very nice to listen to. even though, tomura usually asked you for your opinion the moment, they released anything, you had never really been able to pick a clear favorite. though you had been able to give him an answer earlier, that was usually heavily influenced by the way you were feeling on that particular day.

"don't think i could pick that easily." you shrugged. "but i've been listening to blue from the new ep a lot."

something lit up in his eyes, when you said that. it was subtle enough, thought for you to not really register it as out of the ordinary. dabi just hummed in response, not commenting on your choice at all. silence befell the two of you. the realization hit, that it was probably well over four am in the morning and though, tomura had the ability to sleep through five fire alarms blaring at the same time and would not be woken up by the two of you just talking, you should probably sleep at some point, if you wanted to at least pretend to pay attention in your 8am class.

"i should probably head back." you said, already turning on your heel, when dabi stopped you.

"hold on." he got up from the couch and was now standing barely two feet away from you. "give me your number."

"huh?" you couldn't help but stare at him for a couple seconds. the surprise on your face was palpable and probably really obvious, but you had genuinely not expected him to say that. especially not as demanding as he did. he just smiled, completely ignoring how you had reacted, which you were sure he was doing purposefully. 

"you live here too, now. 's only fair, i give you a heads up when i'm coming over." he explained.

that made a lot of sense, actually. and it was really considerate of him. you quickly hushed into the kitchen and grabbed a little piece of paper from one of the cabinets. you quickly scribbled your number on it and handed it to him. he thanked you and haphazardly folded it before letting it slip into the side pocket of his pants. it didn't really occur to you, until then, that you had given an entirely strange guy your number, but you figured, that it wasn't that much of an issue, considering that tomura was close to him. 

"it was nice to meet you, dabi." you smiled at him. " good night."

"night, y/n."

♪ ༘⋆ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ

⋆ everyone in the band is a boykisser.

⋆ himiko leans more to women, but she's had crushes on boys before (she just loves love).

⋆ touya is the only one of the guys to have had been with women before. though unlabelled, tomura and spinner have both only dated guys.

⋆ tomura will deny it, but him and touya have kissed before (on multiple occasions).

⋆ the band practices under the basement of the black wing, that keigo let's them use for free, since they play gigs in the bar for free and that brings in a lot of people

⋆ keigo actually hadn't intended of having y/n work a full shift, but she did well enough, that he decided to skip the trial shift and immediately hired her

⋆ rumi and y/n immediately clicked within ten minutes of working together. on that note, rumi spent about twenty minutes teaching y/n about the bar and the rest of the day relentlessly bullying keigo and bitching about shitty customers

⋆ himiko immediately forced both y/n and rumi to stop working when she and the band ( - dabi obviously) walked in, because she was so excited to meet tomura's sister.

⋆ they spent an hour getting to know each other and it would have been more, but spinner came up from the basement to drag her to practice

⋆ y/n had fully expected ochaco to leave, when her friends called her to go out for ice cream with her and had not at all expected to be invited. himiko tried sneaking out with them, when they went down to say bye to the band, but spinner caught her

⋆ ochaco calls all her female friends muses. she has a folder dedicated to each one, full of pictures she took (with consent ofc). himiko’s folder was already twice the size of the average when the two were still friends.

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[neteyamssyulang]

Updated my Taglist since I do hazbin now aswell! My darlings who were already on it won’t be affected by it

⊹ So I decided to make a taglist that way I know who wants to be tagged in my fics/future events, if you’d like to be tagged in future fics/events please fill out this form <3

[arcane-fox]

Legion Masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Acacius x Female Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI Series Warning: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. This one is VERY DARK and starts off NONCON/DUBCON. Stockholm Syndrome, Extreme Violence, Slavery and Forced Breeding (tagging Breeding!kink to be safe), Undisclosed age gap but I wrote reader as in her 20s and Acacius is late 40s. Derogatory Language, Plentiful Creampies, Explicit Smut. Please see chapters for specific warnings. This one is dark and angsty and both Acacius and reader will go through quite a transformation by the end of the series.

Summary: Caesar’s Legion is invading the Mojave Wasteland in the year 2281. After your unfortunate run in with their horrific atrocities, a high ranking legionary (Acacius) spares you for one sole purpose. Your lives are forever changed once your destinies intertwine and Acacius loses his way.

NOTE: You do NOT need to be familiar with Fallout to read this series. I have made sure to write it in a way that anyone can easily follow along. IF you are familiar with the games / show, this is built off lore from Fallout: New Vegas involving Caesar's Legion and the NCR.

I. Profligate NEW!

II. Legatus Coming Soon!

III. Dissolute

IV. Epilogue

M A S T E R L I S T | A O 3 | N O T I F S

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[bluemerakis]

D.O.C INMATE ⛓️ MERA. 20. cow(girl). queer. woc. busy vet student. equestrian. certified animal lvr. leisurely writer. princess to the dilfs. dalgona coffee freak. em dash enthusiast. silver rings. sneakerhead. dystopian era. r&b. sza’s top 0.001.

masterlist. taglist. bot list. c.ai. rules. fic recs.

⛓️ ⛓️VISITING HOURS OVER! COME BACK SOON.⛓️

[hueseok]

might drop this fic next week! i’m like 75% done which is surprising for me who hasn’t been writing new fics for bts in a long time 😫 I AM PUMPED AND SCARED BUT YEAH THIS IS A LITTLE SNEAK PEEK I GUESS????

UPDATE: already uploaded the fic here !

[nomazee]

dan heng x gn reader — 1.6k — long overdue continuation of my dumb delinquent au (and the two remaining fans cheer in delight), high school au, probably very americanized, probably ooc, very super incredibly vague implications to sad things but it's so blink-and-you'll-miss-it, himeko is dan heng's adoptive guardian in this au, do u guys hate me for the hoops i'm jumping through to squeeze every character in this au, reluctant friends-to-crush-to-lovers fast/slow burn unbearable unspoken feelings trope

drabble no. 1 of this series/universe, u should probably read this first heh...

notes: hi guys, i'm back after taking yet another unplanned year-long hiatus, hope u missed me! (the crowd stays quiet) i bring u another delinquent au drabble because the worms got to me and i couldn't help it OK, OKAY?!?! enjoy! :3

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Dan Heng hasn’t seen much of you in the last week. 

It’s unusual, he defends his worries to himself, very unusual. Despite not having a single class with you, he sees you often. In the last few months since he’s known you, he’s seen you at least three times a week after school, sometimes bloody and other times free of any injury, but the point is, he sees you. Talks to you, lets you walk him home (and pointedly doesn’t let you take him to any antique stores or overpriced tea shops on the way there). 

Today is Friday, and the fifth day straight that he’s stood in the courtyard behind the school for thirty minutes after dismissal, waiting for you to show up, appearing in a breeze of glitter and dust like a poorly-practiced magician. It’s the fifth day straight that you haven’t shown up, and he’s starting to realize how paradoxical your friendship feels. 

Dan Heng is hesitant to even call it a friendship. It feels weird—it’s like he’s known you for years, like he’s grown up with you on the same block in the same neighborhood, except in truth he’s only known you for three months, and he just learned your birthday last week after (embarrassingly) prying it out of you. He doesn’t know where you live, which front door to knock on so that he can check up on you, he doesn’t even have your phone number. All he can do is circle the perimeter of school grounds, waiting for you to show up, or looking for a top hat somewhere so he can pull you up out of it like he’s the poorly-practiced magician and you’re the bunny that he’s unethically shoved into a top hat. 

Luckily for him, though, fifth time’s the charm, and on his (miserable, lonely) walk home, he bumps into you as he rounds the corner to his block. Like, really bumps into you.

He hears a semi-familiar shout of horror as he stumbles back, the sudden slam of pressure on his nose making his eyes water, and he clasps his hands over his nose (it doesn’t hurt that bad, he swears), and then your hands are grabbing his shoulder and giving him a firm shake before he can even process that it’s you he’s just stumbled into. 

“Oh!” You shout, and he registers the tilt of your head through his watery, cloudy vision, “It’s you! I was looking for you.”

Dan Heng feels like— laughing, dryly, or maybe grabbing your shoulders back and shaking you until you reflect on how ridiculous you sound—as if he wasn’t the one wandering school grounds for an hour each day for the last week in search of you, like a lost dog, and god he really hopes no one caught him doing that, but at the very least March 7th definitely saw him, which means it’s going to hit the rest of his social circle eventually and he’ll have to hang his head in shame and stay silent when all his friends ask him why he was moping for five days straight. 

“Looking for me?” he mumbles, repeating your words instead of coming up with a thought of his own because he’s still sort of reeling from the sudden sight of you and the buzzing ache in his nose. “Am I bleeding?” 

“Oh,” you say, yet again, and he feels your hands take his wrists and pull them away from his face so that you can get a good glimpse of him. “Nope, no blood. Thank god. I’d feel really bad if I had to return you to Himeko with your face mangled.” 

“Return me,” he echoes again, and in two seconds flat he sobers up and straightens his posture and finally gets a good look at your face. “What? Where have you been?” 

“Around,” you answer vaguely, like you always do, and Dan Heng is now half a step closer to actually shaking you by your shoulders and turning you upside down until the truth falls out of your pockets like cartoon coins. “I’m back now, though! I wasn’t going to get a perfect attendance award anyways, so it’s kind of whatever.” Your lips quirk up into a stupid smile, and your eyes are scanning his face and his potentially bruised nose bridge. “Did you miss me?” 

“Yeah,” he admits, like an idiot, and he unfortunately doesn’t miss the sudden stalling of your expression, the way your smile freezes for half a second and the twitch in your brow. “No,” he quickly rights, but it’s a moot point by now, “whatever. What do you mean, around? Have you been at school at all this week?” He finally looks down at your clothes, which are very much not any kind of school-uniform-adjacent garb, but rather a collared shirt with some kind of logo on the top left. 

“I’ve been working,” you say, and it’s maybe the most honest and straightforward answer that Dan Heng will ever get from you, so he relishes in it for a moment. “You know, a job. Have you heard of that before? Jobs? Employment?” 

“That’s allowed? Are we allowed to work?” 

“Well,” and you do it again, glance off to the side before coming back to him, “I hope so. I’m not looking to quit this job so soon. They hired me, so it’s all good. I just had to miss school this week so they could train me, but I’ll be back on Monday. You’ll get your daily dose of me again soon, don’t worry!” 

Working. Dan Heng doesn’t know much about your schedule, what you do after school besides annoy him and walk him home and get into fights with seemingly invisible and untraceable and unnameable people, but this feels like one more piece in a thousand-piece puzzle where half the pieces have been drenched in water and bent. He feels two steps away from knowing more about you at the same time that he feels miles away. 

“I’m at the movie theatre,” you tell him, “so you should come visit with your friends some day. Four to ten P.M. on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You can introduce me to your friends properly, you know,” and you have that nearly-tense, nearly-dishonest quirk of your lips, and you’re looking right at him like you’re trying to tell him something without saying it, “unless you’re too embarrassed to let them meet me.” 

This is not the first time you’ve said things like this, not by a long shot. Dan Heng thinks back, and is sure that you say something along the lines of aren’t you embarrassed at least once for every two times that he talks to you. Scared you’ll get caught with me? you asked him just last week, like being with you was a surefire way to get cursed or shunned or ostracized. Dan Heng doesn't get it, and it doesn't sound like you want him to. 

“No,” he says, steadfast, realizing belatedly that your hands are still around his wrists from when you’d tugged them down off his face, and his skin beneath your fingers is heating up rapidly, but so are the tips of his ears. “That’s not it,” and he really doesn’t have the strength to say anything deeper than that, so he dodges, “what were you doing on my street? Did you go to my house?” 

You’ve been caught. Sheepishly, you let go of his wrists, one hand going up to scratch the back of your neck instead, looking at his neighbor’s dead half-dead rose bush next to the sidewalk. “I kind of figured maybe I’d check in on you, or something. Ask to hang out. But when I came at three, you weren’t home yet, so I just kind of hung out with your mom. I was leaving just now. Figured you were busy, or something?” 

It’s an open-ended question, one that Dan Heng is very unwilling to honestly answer—if he did, he’d have to admit that the task that was oh-so-arduously occupying his time after school was sitting in the courtyard like a grieving wife waiting for her spouse to come home from war. He shakes his head instead of explaining anything—that should be enough of an answer. 

“She gave me cookies,” you continue in lieu of a real response from Dan Heng. “Seriously, am I the only one that eats them, or am I, like, stealing your only source of food every time I come over?” 

“The first one. I hate those things. They’re dry. I don’t understand how you eat them like that.” 

“Woah! Rude! Whatever, more for me. Hey, you’ll help me with all that schoolwork I missed, right?” You punch him in the shoulder playfully, which might’ve knocked the wind out of him had it been aimed any closer at his sternum. “I think we have almost all the same teachers. And I'm a quick learner, so it won't be so bad for you."

“Fine,” he says with a faux reluctance that would really only be convincing to a child, “I can walk you home.” 

“Haha,” and you punch his shoulder again, soothing it this time with a pat before you trail your hand up to the side of his neck, clasping the side of it with your warm palm, like you’re holding his pulse in your hand, and Dan Heng holds his breath so you won’t easily feel the rapid thump of blood underneath his skin, “maybe next time, champ.” 

You’re smiling again, laughing when you look at the paling expression on his face, like you know something he doesn’t, and he barely has time to feel disappointed at your easy rejection before you laugh, breathy, one more time, and say goodbye. 

(Himeko, to Dan Heng’s utter misery, hounds him for “details, the whole story, what did they say, Heng?!” the second he steps into the threshold of his house, keys still dangling from his hand. Terrible, awful, miserable. He does in fact, tell her everything.)

[urcoolgf]

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

when i die, baby . . .

‎ . . . lay me in the sun .ᐟ

LANIE. ☀︎ 9teen. mdni. s.her. bisexual. scorpio baby.

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[y-eontan]

the rumours of me abandoning my son have been greatly exaggerated

[madamechrissy]

Love at First Bite?

🩸Part One (coming soon)

🩸Pairings: Vamp!Gojo x you (main) - (minor) Vamp!Geto x you - (past) Nanami x you (fem reader)

🩸Summary: You lost your parents months ago on that bridge, you can never forgive yourself for being the reason your parents were driving that rainy night. Somehow, you survived, but now you can't feel anything. You're currently rotting away in your dorm room, when your best friends drag you to a frat party. And that's where you meet them, Satoru and Suguru, they're known as the brothers, the most popular guys there are. Suguru takes an interest in you, and so does Satoru, and you start to feel again, fuck you feel too much, but then... you find out things that shake your entire world, things beyond your understanding. Just who the fuck are they, and why did you find a picture of them from the 1800s in a school archive and why does Satoru look like he wants to eat you!?!?

🩸CW: Will be MDNI- light love triangle, based on TVD loosely, violence, some angst, you are Choso's lil sis and Yuji's older sis, College AU, Eventual smut, explicit sex, blood drinking/mentions of blood, a whole lot of back and forth, Satoru is the 'bad boy' Sugu is more the 'good guy' but we all know how that can go, Nanami is reader's ex and now bestie, main pairing is Satoru x reader (he is the Damon here- Sugu is Stefan lol)

FUTURE WIP- It's the Vampire Diaries inspired/JJK crossover NO ONE asked for, and idk if anyone WANTS lol, but I'm thinking of bringing!? If ya'll are interested in this drop a comment!!

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[thejujvtsupost]

Closing the taglist for this 3/4/25 because the fic is almost done at last!

The poll was overwhelmingly in favor of a part 2 for Its Always Been You

Am I tagging anyone else that isn’t already on the list? I got a few messages about being tagged if there is another part for Newborn Girl Dad Caleb so I’m putting this up for easier organization, just leave a comment.

If you’re on the list and want to be removed just let me know, no hard feelings 💗

Current taglist: @kentochronicles @sashisuslover @lunia-likes-pomegranet @elli4ever @mysssticc @kaemaybae @kamisatoaiko @midiplier @jamseashell @llamabois @boba14 @crimsonspring @angrychinchillanoises @ali-shiii @kazbae95 @ifistoptherain @c-I-stinnett @nephelesthoughts @etherealzi @jjoppees @keithkoganeirl @bookworrm1999 @avylea16 @the-love-of-my-life96 @i-messed-up-big-time @sh3sa1dwhat @moonberry69 @roscpctals99 @alj6574 @nekojovichuu

sorry for the ping I just don’t want to miss anyone

[yelenasbraid]

𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

mandy. 23. history geek. lover of american football. capricorn. noah kahan hippie. the mountains. books upon books. using this site as an escape from reality. the color blue. brunette core. bucky barnes. joe burrow. retired horse girl. shadow & bone should have never been cancelled. just a girl who’s trying to make her place in this world.

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up & coming fics

— reasons to love you* - joe burrow

— blurry photos — joe burrow

— TYAM PT 2 — lsu!joe x history major!reader

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[quenblackwelll]

QUEN BLACKWELL

Quen Blackwell. ( DMs opened for collabs n etc.)

About Quen: she’s an influencer and YouTuber, she’s known for her memes and bold personality. She has 3 best friends which is Larray,billie, and oddessa. She started to do a cooking show to interview influencers and celebrities.

Quen likes; y2k,dancing,vlogging, bold ppl, people who understand her humor, weird people, bikinis, tattoos, fashion, runway, confidence, etc.

Quen dislikes; people who judge, shyness, dry texters, people who don’t understand her humor, ignorance, being unheard.

📸; @carringtonusaa @carenna-bruni @masonreedddss @mnteverestt @lilliesarerosies @landonorriss4 @logansdreams @genevieveiscoolll @katalinafox @kim1antonell1 @theodoregarcia @theashb @coraacoraa @fletcherblanton @forevrbrina @finneasss @victoriawalkerrr @vvbillie-eilishvv @veekatseye @bambiihazel @bellamy-blak3 @beckettfinn @bitterbitxh @delaneypetrovv @demitrakalogerassx @dianarosewood @delilahlevine @imaniissweet @isabelalopez @oliviabirlem @oscarrpiastrii @auggiejones @sanaamuse @yasssbarbie @ykyouluvlina @yktayy9669 @rhysgrey @rowanmfazer @revdatharley @naveess @nessabarrrettt @nateybaby

[neeeooon]

okay account updates!

i think i’m going to publish two-way mirror (smh rin’s spin-off) sometime between today and next sunday/monday)

the baby project will follow sometime next week (maybe wednesday-saturday?)

then finally, fruit gummies will be later next week/the start of the week after!

this is the plan, it is subject to change, but updates may be a bit slow since i’ll be working on multiple series at a time!

also regarding requests, i think i will reopen them sometime next week, but will be more limited to what i post since most of my time will be going to series updates, anon asks, and completing the requests still in my drafts!

thank you! neon 🩵