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2024 Wish
Anyone else here make a new years resolution to write more? Maybe even finish a story or two? I did. Here's hoping it sticks!
For everyone like me, here's my wish for you:
I wish you all continued inspiration, free time, and energy. May you find joy and fulfillment in what you write, and be proud of the stories you create. Whether you plan to publish traditionally, make money, or simply enjoy sharing your art online, I hope that you not only meet your goals but surpass them.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Let's write.
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crushedvelvetheart · 2 years
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leiara · 28 days
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Britechester pt. I🌿
my favorite city
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milkiematcha · 1 year
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jeno wants to fuck in a car
“my dad fucking hates you.” you say, slamming the door to his car as you slide into the shotgun seat. “he think’s you’re gunna corrupt me or something, asshole.”
he wraps his arm around the back of the your seat, reversing out of your driveway like he’d done it a million times. “you say that like i don’t plan on it.”
“he doesn’t know that.”
jeno raises his eyebrow, sliding his hand onto your thigh, fingers dancing along the edge of your dress. his eyes say the teasing words he must be suppressing with his smirk, and i roll my eyes. “he pro-”
“lee jeno, shut the fuck up.”
 his head tilts back just slightly, his adam’s apple bobbing as his voice rasps the slightest bit. “be nice,princess.”
“don’t call me that.” you snap, and his hand squeezes your thigh, fingers brushing closer to where you want him most. you whine, wrapping a hand around his wrist, and he loosens his grasp just slightly. “you’re such a tease.”
“you love me for it.”
“i love you more when you just give me what I want.”
he laughs again, not even bothering to spare you a glance, eyes staying set on the road. his other hand, the one not taunting you with his warm fingers on your thigh, tightens on the wheel, veins popping on his forearm when you rest your fingers at the top of his pants. “be good.”
the hum that leaves your lips is barely audible over the soft purr of his engine. it’s not as if it meant much- especially when your fingers dont stop moving over his bulge, straining slightly against the fabric of his pants.
and he looks so pretty- his lips parted slightly, his breaths leaving as more of a groan than a proper exhale and his brows furrowed in concentration. he’s so fucking bad at driving like this, when your skirt is riding up next to him and he cant even glance over because if he does he’ll end up with his fingers deep in you and the drive home forgotten. so he focuses harder, mouth pulling shut and jaw tightening when you pull at the zipper and slip your hand under his pants and... that stop is not right.
but his hand is already pulling off of the wheel and tugging you across the console, your leg almost catching on one the shotgun side before he lifted you, settling you on his lap, straddling his thighs with his fingers deep in your hair already.
“you’re a fucking hazard” he murmurs, lips already pressing against yours, the hand in your hair dropping to curl around your waist while the other tugs at your dress. “off.’
the moment it takes too long for him, the cold metal of the rings on his fingers shocking against your skin when they drag along the lace adorning your body. “you look so hot like this.”
“this isn’t fair.” you mumble, recapturing his lips with yours. “take something off.”
he ignores your protests, a hand raising to the clasp of your bra, undoing it so easily it almost makes you feel bad for how long it takes you. when you pull back, lips curled in a pout at his refusal, he tosses his head back, roughly pulling at his black leather jacket in a way that disregards the fact it’s worth more than you make in a month. “you’re being a fucking brat.”your palm rests over the now painfully obvious bulge in his pants, the innocence in your voice purely contrary to the action. “you love me for it.”
i’m backkkkkk!! i will write a full fic tomorrow but uh... idk if this one’s very good so it’s getting published even though it’s unfinished. consider this a tease for whats to come i guess lol
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ofmiceandsierra · 4 months
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anyone up for a late night snack?
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trusthevillain · 4 months
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"I keep paying the price for your mistakes. I'm at fault for trusting you could something extraordinary as it is your job."
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hella1975 · 6 months
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WHO WANT ME
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ggunight · 1 year
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airplane selfies..
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mad0kka · 2 months
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0 hours of screen time… TIME TO CHANGE THAT (^O^☆♪!!
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starnightlover · 8 months
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So it's been awhile….
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my ability to post normally on this blog is back
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daddyjackfrost · 3 months
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hi guys! i am alive. i like to remind you every few months so you can think to yourself "oh, daddy's back." and indeed, i am
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1ts-izzy · 3 months
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☆ high score
Vance is going to be so goddamn fucking mad. Bruce thinks, staring at the new high score on the pinball machine. He had just beaten Vance Hopper at pinball, and Bruce knew he had it coming. No one ever beat Vance Hopper at pinball and only one kid ever tried it, but he was never seen again after that day.
Bruce was shaking in his shoes, hand clenching the joystick. The raven-haired boy was starting to panic. How could he be so stupid? Why didn’t he just give up when he got near Vance’s score?
The faint tingling sound of the doorbell opening awoke Bruce from his thoughts, and he spun around to see who just entered the Grab’n’Go.
It was Vance Hopper.
Bruce smiled at Vance, trying to use his charm to let him get off easy. Vance ignored him, pushing Bruce aside to get to the pinball machine. Seconds later, Vance turned his head to look at Bruce;
“Did you beat my fucking score?” Vance hissed, eyes seemingly piercing Bruce’s soul.
Bruce said nothing, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
“Well? Don’t you fucking ignore me.” Vance growled, crossing his arms.
“…Yeah!…” Bruce squeaked out, shaking in fear. He had just beaten the one and only Vance Hopper's score.
Vance mutters something under his breath, kicking the machine and staring down at Bruce’s feet.
“Don’t let me catch you beating it again, got it?” Vance scowls, his cheeks flushing pink as he meets Bruce’s gaze.
Bruce nods quickly and sprints out of the store as quick as he possibly can, feeling surprised that he even made it out alive.
Vance scoffs as Bruce leaves the store, rolling his eyes and trying to ignore his bright pink, burning cheeks.
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starklyn · 1 year
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Toto and George look like father and son
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ofmiceandsierra · 1 year
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i know you missed me
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vampyrsm · 1 year
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taps the mic
hello? is this thing on?
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