genre | angst, fluff, romance, illegal street racer!au, established relationship!au
synopsis | ‘racing is dangerous, he knows it, and it could cause much more damage than you would be able to handle. the topic remains a heated discussion at home as well, until both of you are panting in thinly veiled love and anger. as much as you love the city, you would never love the racing, not for how your heart pounds in your chest every second that his car isn’t in his view. he makes a comeback each time, however, zooming into view first and foremost, and your heart relieves. but, the pain of uncertainty is what scares you the most.’
warnings | swearing, illegal racing, some suggestive scenarios and phrases, mentions of anxiety and paranoia, death, first degree murder (planned and executed), some mentions of blood, grief
notes from vee | hi hi! welcome to the final draft of city stars! some things you should know before you dive into the fic is that y/n is gender neutral with no pronouns mentioned whatsoever (including they/them pronouns)! hyunjin refers to y/n as ‘my love,’ ‘angel,’ and other petnames, however, but any other direct reference is by name! hyunjin and y/n are also engaged throughout the entire fic as mentioned before in the teaser. there are mentions of illegal things (as this entire fic takes place ‘underground’), murder, death, and grief, which may not be suitable for everyone. there are a few mentions of blood and a fight, but there’s nothing graphic whatsoever. but regardless, please read with caution. anyway, if you do read this and enjoy it, please leave feedback! please don’t let this fic flop lol, i worked hard on it! <3
Seas of people fill your vision: flashes of white and blacks flipping through like panels, short but significant glimpses at frayed jeans and loose-fitting tops, long gazes from sharp eyes lined with deep color, or preying stares from unsuspecting viewers. The air remains crisp when you inhale—the crippling scent of burnt-out cigars filling your nostrils and contaminating the moment—and exhale. Loud music booms from ugly speakers at the end of the row, the beats offering a vibration along with each ear-splitting cheer the crowd shows. Enthusiasm, you think, might be a factor of their efforts.
Slow-motion is not much of a bother. When your mind processes the chaotic situation at a relaxed pace, it changes the course of your thoughts, reverting them back to the reason why you’re standing amongst a vast area of lusters. There’s only a particular one you have your eyes on when the crowd erupts in the backseat of your senses, signaling the arrival of the contestants. They all count up to nine total.
I was thinking about a summer camp instead of the classic camper tour. Gwen prob doesn’t know anything about Ben’s identity, but she fights with him during attacks and believes in him (even if she thinks he is irresponsible).
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‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.
bless tumblr for somehow bringing this to my dashboard because i am obsessed with it !
it’s so soft, so comfy like i’m not kidding the amount of comfort that this fic brings is beyond this world. it’s also realistic (says a big girl tired of how sometimes we are protrayed). like i am giggling like a teenage girl when i read this (aside from also wanting to fight so many people lol).
i hope the author is blessed all of their lives because this right here is gold. thank you for making this. MUCH LOVE AND BIG HUGS
I’m blushing even more !!!! Thank you, Tumblr for recommending this fic??? I think you’re the second person that has found it randomly on their dashboard
Thank you so much for reading and I’m very very VERY happy you find comfort in it!!! That was my one goal !!
Jungkook is very, very late, he was supposed to be at his parents house an hour ago but he woke up late. Super late. Now he’s running to the flower shop to pick up his order. He’s bumping into people, apologizing and thanking the high heavens that he ordered his flowers weeks before.
When he gets there the line is long, the shop is small and covered in different types of flowers. His mother always loved the arrangements from this specific place, she gets a bouquet every Friday but this is the first time Jungkook has been here. He doesn’t know how the place looks, how the prices are or even who works there.
Okay I got say something. I don’t like when writers use sentences of useless descriptions that don’t really do anything. Why tell me the sky is blue if it doesn’t affect or relate to anything happening in the scene? Idk it just kinda feels like information I can’t use and kinda annoys me.
But this????
…today you wore a light green flowery dress that showed off your shoulders. You also had a green frog bow in your hair and Jungkook stares at it a little bit too long.
I love this because….
He cursed himself because green just so happens to be his favorite color.
THIS IS WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR OMG I LOVE THE DETAIL IN THIS DRABBLE I don’t mind reading multiple sentences about what OC is wearing because it pertains to Jungkook’s opinion of her and relates to his character in a meaningful way. She’s wearing his favorite color and that’s so cute!!!! And it’s the tile AND it’s his flower order, don’t forget Seriously can we just talk about how every single freaking word feels so thought out and purposful???! Every detail tells me about either JK or OC or their past interaction or how they felt before or in the present. I’m just so in love with them and how they met OMGOMGOMG
…Jungkook slides his money on the counter to you because he wasn’t going to risk touching your hand. He knew it would be just as soft as it looked so there was no point in touching.
Oh how my heart ACHES for them to touch now, you made my chest ACHE!!
I would read a whole series of these two. Not even kidding. They’re so adorable and I feel like I barely got a glimpse at their story.
I don’t even know what to say… @parkdatjimin you’ve left me speechless and blushing…
Thank you SO much???? Like????? I was worried that this series isn’t all that cute but you’re feedback…has given me all the reassurance I need thank you bestie
summary:You claim to barely remember the fatal boating accident from this summer, unaware that deep within your subconscious you know someone in your friend group has blood on their hands. On the night the devil comes to collect for something you can’t recall, the only thing standing between you and a fiery, one way ticket to hell is your story.
pairing:ex!Jaemin x fem!reader xdevil!Haechan
(featuring: brother Jeno & dreamies briefly)
genre:porn w plot, lots of angst, lil fluff, supernatural, mystery
trope:college, house party, whodunit, not a love triangle
word count: +10.7k
a/n:for@neo-cult-ure’s sinners collab!my designated sin: lust… but uh i got carried away & it’s not solely jaemin? super sorry about that & for being late. second note: this is tied with i heard a rumor for my fav fic so i hope you like it too!
warnings:rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male), lots of choking & degradation, spanking, manhandling, voyeurism, lil humiliation, exhibitionism, masturbation, restraints, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda, slight dub con kind of(?), character death, blood, hard dom!Haechan, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader
“Hey, where did you put the cups?” Renjun asked.
Jisung looked up from the family-sized bag of chips that he was considering to be his lunch. “Uh… what cups?”
“Ugh, seriously? I told you to get red solo cups two days ago!”
“Renjun, don’t blame somebody with an attention disability,” Chenle defended his partner in crime. “It’s not his fault he forgets things within 12 hours!”
“Or less,” Jeno piled on from where he was decorating the chandelier in festive purple and orange streamers.
…..
An affectionate hand softly slips into yours. “Today reminds me of him, too.”
You fall out of the clouded memory from the last holiday, landing on the solid concrete floor of reality with a painful thud. That was then and this is now. You blink back the stinging tears rimming your eyes, clearing your throat to swallow the grief clogging your airway. Your empty stare flicks from the bathroom sink to the bunny leaning against the door frame, exchanging a sad smile with the only person who’s been able to carry you through the toughest period of your life.
“You didn’t have to throw a halloween party this year, y/n,” Jaemin echoes for the third time this week. His thumb traces comforting shapes into your skin.
“I know, I know. It just felt like I had to though. Like, it’s a family thing and I’m in charge of it now because he’s-” You take a shaky, deep breath, suppressing the sobbing fit laying heavily on your dry tongue. “… because Jeno is gone.”
like if I were to describe my mind was just like: *GASP* HER BROTHER IS JENO BUT HE’S DIED (i wonder how ); we love that haechan’s a mind reader mhmm; and my thoughts near end were ‘so she wasn’t supposed to have lived?…. valid honestly I mean ’
great story <3
!!! thank you so much! your reaction is exactly how i hoped readers would feel at the end, so i’m glad you liked it!
Laying out all the cards in a deck to see what kind of cool abilities to add! What kind of cat things should Chonky and his friends be doing around the house? #gamedev #design #feedback #tabletop #cardgame #chonkyandfriends #tts https://www.instagram.com/p/CF-l-7gBYyE/?igshid=1oz2jtegxhslz
Summary: You and Chris talk over the phone for the first time in a while.
Warnings: Angst, Pandemic backdrop
Notes: This is not Part 6 of Slow Burn, I know, but hear me out: Holding on to this idea has kept me from writing Slow Burn, so I figured sharing it would help encourage creative flow! It’s a different kind of writing style for me. Hoping to flex my dramatic muscles with this series! LMK what yall think!
It’d been a long day, and it’s hard to tell at this moment if it’s been rewarding as well. It’ll show in the night of sleep you are almost giddily getting ready for. Fresh from the shower, and draped in your satin robe, you were moisturizing your sore body, paying extra attention to the spots that ached the most. Just as you were finally relaxing into your own touch, a skill you had to re-learn in the last few weeks, your phone began to ring. At 11:57 pm, on a Thursday night, your phone began to ring.
Annoyance instantly floods you. One damn moment to myself, that’s all I ask! However, that annoyance is quickly replaced with surprise, then anxiety as you look to see who it is calling you so late.
—Summary: The tension between you and Spidey grew until it snapped, and from that collision, it birthed something new. Something exciting, and real even though it was complicated to understand and maintain, but most important out of everything, knowing Peter and letting him get to know you is something precious.
Both of you are aware of what you’ve created, and you’re thankful that you’re not alone in how it all makes you feel.
—Word count: 8.3k
—Warning(s):This work is for 18+ audiences. Minors DNI. Explicit descriptions of sex (f/m). I do not give permission for my work to be used or distributed to other sites.
The bad thing about his inter-dimensional trip he had was this—Peter got an idea of what other worlds looked like and parts of him wished for a supernatural helping hand, sometimes, or maybe just someone who understood him. He had allies, but very few friends on this side of his life. This is why when Peter is almost killed by Kingpin, a decision that he’s been dreading for months becomes easy in the snap of a finger.
Do I drop the last vail or do I not?
All of his excuses as to why not fly out of the window when Peter’s bleeding to death and realizes that none of it matters. All of life is dangerous, on this or any other planet, and if he’s always putting his own damn life — personal or not — at risk for the sake of saving a city, he might as well do that and let the woman he loves kiss him with the lights on while he’s at it.
He swallows the metallic and thick taste of red in his mouth, reaches his trembling hand up, and knocks.
A third part!?? NICE. I liked the mention of NWH in this an dhow it affected his decisions. And it was scary thinking about kingpin and the fight! Im glad he has Reader. And how understanding she is about him keeping himself. This was really good. XDb
— Summary: If religion was the safe haven where Bucky found reasons to be alive and see the good in this world again, loving you was where he found the freedom to be more than just expectations once again. Human emotion, connection and need more than anything else. Also, devotion. Bucky already understood that one, but with you, it reached heights he never dreamt of before.
— Word count: 7.5k
— Warning(s):This work is intended for 18+ audiences. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex. Religious theme. Smut. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, or reuploaded on any other platform.This whole monstrosity is @buckspumpkin ’s fault <3
From the moment he met her to the moment they befriended.
Every step of the way, every interaction, smile, deep conversation outside the church, random encounters in the city—Bucky knew it. He was aware of it, and yet, he did it anyway. He fell for the power in your voice, for the mind behind those eyes, for the soft and electrifying touch of your hands. Bucky was presented with temptation and he fought it until he longer wanted to. Until all that was left inside of him was desire, longing, and need. Temptation won, but only because there was no game anymore: Bucky was presented with you in his life, and for the first time in many long years, his life expanded once again.
— Summary: If religion was the safe haven where Bucky found reasons to be alive and see the good in this world again, loving you was where he found the freedom to be more than just expectations once again. Human emotion, connection and need more than anything else. Also, devotion. Bucky already understood that one, but with you, it reached heights he never dreamt of before.
— Word count: 7.5k
— Warning(s):This work is intended for 18+ audiences. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex. Religious theme. Smut. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, or reuploaded on any other platform.This whole monstrosity is @buckspumpkin ’s fault <3
From the moment he met her to the moment they befriended.
Every step of the way, every interaction, smile, deep conversation outside the church, random encounters in the city—Bucky knew it. He was aware of it, and yet, he did it anyway. He fell for the power in your voice, for the mind behind those eyes, for the soft and electrifying touch of your hands. Bucky was presented with temptation and he fought it until he longer wanted to. Until all that was left inside of him was desire, longing, and need. Temptation won, but only because there was no game anymore: Bucky was presented with you in his life, and for the first time in many long years, his life expanded once again.
things that always make me happy: serial commenters. there are three types
1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding
2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words
3) the longterm serial commenter whose comment begins with I don’t even know this fandom but because they have followed me from somewhere else: stunning. humbling. magical.
these are all *chef’s kiss* and I want to add one more: 4) left a comment a while ago, comes back and leaves another comment on the same fic, telling you that they’re coming back to reread the fic: angels. blessings. lifesavers.
OK but real quick here: how many times can I comment on the same fic before it gets creepy???
IT NEVER GETS CREEPY
NEVER
let me reiterate—NEVERRRRRR
Reiterating again. It is not creepy. Never ever ever.
