Grown 25+ - Former RP page, turned whatever catches my eye. I might post stories one day. I like freaky stuff but if I think you're one of those spammy porn blogs giving off bot vibes expect a block.
Disclaimer: I write adult content for 18+ so pay attention to the warnings and act accordingly. I do plan to write SFW fics but for now most of my plots will contain adult themes. If that isn't your thing no worries, just skip right over my little blog and find something better suited for your preferences.
I'm not a new writer but I am new to fan fiction and writing on here in general. I write when the stars align so I can't promise to crank out stories. I also don't feel comfortable taking request but that could change one day.
My goal is to have fun so please don't waste time being rude or disrespectful. It's never that serious. No one can ever say I've been rude to anyone on here so please show the same respect and keep it moving. Mature conversations without the passive aggressive nonsense will always be welcome. Minors DNI. Do not steal or repost on other platforms. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.
Writing info: AO3 -- Devotion has been posted here. Will be moving the rest of my fics soon.
For years, Zara Kingston has carefully balanced a life built on appearances, keeping her influential Southern family satisfied with stories of a perfect romance that doesn't actually exist. But when an unexpected family gathering demands proof of the life she's claimed to have, her carefully crafted illusion begins to unravel.
Desperate to maintain control, Zara turns to the last person she ever imagined trusting, Malik Holloway, her infuriatingly confident coworker with a talent for pushing every one of her buttons. Their agreement is simple: he'll play the role of the devoted partner long enough to survive the tense reunion at the Kingston estate, and she'll make it worth his while.
A novel is a stretch, but Iâm challenging myself đ ⌠who am I kidding, this is NOT a novel.. just an urban fan fiction written by a shy Virgo đ¤..
In fanfictions we don't have to choose. But if we must who's writing the angsty semi love triangle where John shows up looking for temporary comfort from Reader/OC only she's finally decided to move on with Terry, who actually wants to stick around? He should walk away, but men are selfish and the flesh is weak.
Ooor you could just give us a nice little one-shot about a woman with a kink for dangerous men. Some are to be taken seriously. Others are more husband material. Either way she's gon end up with her legs in the air, toes pointed. Leave the smut out all together if you like. I'd still read it.
Also, tell me which one you're choosing. Let's yap about it.
I know we're sick of remakes but what about some variation of The Man in the Iron Mask with Kelvin Harrison Jr as the twins? Make it the Ryan Coogler version lmao
Honestly, I'll take anything in this aesthetic with a fantasy influence so it doesn't need to be historically accurate. No social media influencers, no singers, no rappers. Just attractive ppl who can actually act.
in my opinion, the question isn't "Is RPF ethical?" but rather "Are you engaging with RPF ethically?" and even more importantly, "Are you being stupid about it?"
I personally hate any kind morality thought policing. I'm not Catholic or religious and I do not feel guilty over my thoughts. You are not an inherently evil person because you saw two athletes in an interview and went "Hmmm...... what if...." The Feds are not going to come banging down your door because you wrote about one band member dicking down the other and sent it to your friend.
Wondering about other people's lives is very human. Being nosy about their personal lives is very normal. People have been writing fiction about other people's lives since the dawn of time. Some people even manage to write New York Times Bestselling Books that are "historical fiction" or "alternate reality." It does not make you inherently bad to be curious about the details of someone's personal life. That's being human. Being nosy is kind of fun.
The problem, however, comes with the ways in which people engage with it, and involve the real people in this. Harassing an musician's real girlfriend because it doesn't fit into the RPF ship. Showing up at real sporting events holding signs about how certain teammates should kiss. Trying to get actors to sign art of them fucking their coworker. Flooding social media with comments using the celebrity's full name and speculation. There's a line, there's a fourth wall, and there's fandom etiquette.
I hate the question of "Is RPF ethical" because it feels like morality thought policing. Post your fics on locked accounts, censor someone's name when you tweet about it, blow up your groupchat with hundreds of "DID YOU SEE THE WAY THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER??" texts. It's not inherently evil to wonder what other people are doing when they're out of the spotlight. Kill the cop in your mind.
But just have some basic decency and do not involve the real people. Don't cross the line without caring how it affects them. This is basic fandom 101 and lately we have been flying too close to the damn sun! Everyone get more normal about RPF so major news outlets and magazines stop posting articles about "Is RPF ethical?" and blowing up our spot!
I LOVE COLLABORATIVE SOTRYTELLING I LOVE CREATING THINGS TOGETHER I LOVE "YES AND"ING WITH OTHERS I LOVE "NO BUT WHAT ABOUT-"S I LOVE HEARIJG MY FRIENDS' IDEAS I LOVE BOUNDING OFF OF THEM I LOVE ART I LOVE STORIES I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS AND SKILLS REQUIRED I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT MEDIA IT TAKES I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE
Shy Girls Finish Last Podcast: Episode 07: Comparison is the Theft of Joy
or why your jealousy is strangling your growth.
Dropping some writing tips in this one. Please like, comment, and share so I can reach others.
Today, I want to talk about comparison and competition. That pervasive running thought that the grass is always greener on the other side. We all have this thought. It's okay to think it. But today is when we stop letting it control our lives.
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Fontaine x "Lil'Bit"
In which Fontaine picks up his girl from her good time.
warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking, wasted-character, silly-fic, Soft!Fontaine, fluff, third-person, 1050 word count
Fontaine saw it as soon as they locked eyes. Lil Bitâs smile was slow but promising, the little wobble in her step did nothing to take her focus from where he was sitting in the car.
His baby was wasted.
Fontaine encouraged his girl to go out with her friends for their own turn-up time as often as she wanted. Heâd be happy to play pick up service, especially to make sure that everyone went home safely.
Fontaine wasnât the only one either.
Like a mother duck, Big Moss had a conga-line of baddies breaking away fro the crowds in front of the club.
There was his girl, Angel, and behind her was the rest of the girls all holding onto purse straps, belt loops, and whatever else they could get their toasted little hands on.
Lil Bit was in the middle. Just grinning and showing teeth as she alternated between keeping the girl in front of her upright and not being dragged down by the sleepy friend in the back with the death grip.
It took some doing but the little duckling chain began dissolving as their partners began appearing to collect them. One chick bickered about the timing, another pouted at being scolded, but there were more than a few of were very happy at seeing their other halves.
After smooches, promises to share the photos in the group chat, and some prolonged wavingâLil Bit was finally wandering over to the car with Fontaine met her half way.
âHhhi, âTaine!â
âYou have fun, baby?â
âAll of the fun! So much fun! Did you know bees grieve?â
Fontaine caught her just in time as you planted face-first into his chest, arms coming up to rest on his shoulders at the elbows as your hands dangled from the other side. He put an arm around your waist and braced you against his hip, opening the back door passenger seat at the same time.
Fontaine hummed, âDamn, is that right?â
âThey mourn their fallen sisters but the disease cannot be spread, it was so sadâshe grabbed her wings and wouldnât let gooooâŚ.â
He shook his head and you copied the motion even as you were sat, âI know, sâso sad, isnât it? âTaine?â
Fontaine knelt down to unlace your heels
âIt shoâ is. Why are yâall watching sad stuff in the club though?â
âBecause the bees need us, âTaine! How-How can I turn urrrp in gâconsious knowinâ the bees are doinâ it on their own lilâ bee shoulders?â
Oh no. Fontaine could hear the growing upset in her voice, saw how her glassy eyes watered above her down turned lips.
Fontaine asked, gently, âBees got shoulders?â
Lil Bit opened her mouth, but the incoming sorrow turned into contemplation. It was a cheap shot, but it was easier to get her heels off when Lilâ Bit was thinking.
She let him unlace her first heel but clumsily attempted to untie the other. Fontaine moved away to let her work, hearing her mutter curses about someone retying the laces when she was not looking.
He looked over his shoulder in time to see that Big Moss was corralling only two little drunken ducklings now. Angel had Sleepy Friend by the hand while Big Moss held her other, his free hand aiming his trusty fan towards his girlâs face as they made way towards his truck.
Mission accomplished. Fontaine didnât see anyone was left behind and he got who he came for. Shoe-less and curious, LilâBit curled up onto the passenger seat as Fontaine got into the driverâs seat.
There was a beat of silence as Fontaine pulled of, but Lilâ Bitâs voice came from the back seat,
âIf beesâŚif bees had shouldersâŚWe woulnâ just talk about the knees, right? The beeâs knees, I mean?â
âThatâs a good point, baby. You want this?â
Fontaine didnât look away from the road as he took his jacket from the passenger seat to hand back over the front row of seats. Lil Bit let out a happy noise and the garment was snatched promptly from his fingers.
âOooh, you smell so goodâŚâ Lilâ Bit take a big olâ wiff, âYeah, thatâs the good stuff. Whatâs that you wearinâ?â
âPretty sure itâs just Dial.â
âMhmm, a likely storyâŚ.I think Iâm smellinâ your sexyâŚâ
Fontaine tried not too but he ended up laughing anyway, âYou hungry, baby?â
âYesh, yes, yeahâŚvery much.â
âAlright, tell me what you want.â
There was an urgent scrambling before Lilâ Bit hooked herself up onto the front row of seats. Fontaine did a double take at the sparkling tiara sitting crooked on her head.
âWhatâsâŚthat you got there?â
âHmâŚa pretty lady gave it to me but I donât know whaâ for,â Lilâ Bit nuzzled the back of his head roughly, âI think sheâI think she had a lot to drink.â
âMmn. You think so?â
âOh, I know so...â
Fontaine took note of where they were and began making way to the Hollywood Coney Island.
LilâBit was losing steam by the time they pulled up to their house. She demolished an order of chili fries and a fruit punch. Fontaine opened the back passenger seat and knelt down enough so that she could spill out and right over his back. It was tricky with her purse strap getting caught on the headrest of the front seat, but with a little maneuvering and convincing LilâBit to stay still, they were up and moving.
âCâmon, Miss. Ladyâwe just got to get to the front door.â
âWe got home so fast! Ohmygod, âTaineâlook!â
Fontaineâs head was already swiveling from the urgency of her voice, but they were alone on their street aside from the few glinting gazes of strays strolling about in the darkness. LilâBit reached from behind to sloppily tilt Fontaineâs head up.
LilâBit squealed, âLook at the moon! Sheâs sooo pretty tonight!â
âThatâs right, baby.â Fontaine had began patting his pockets for the keys, âYou think you can reach down and get the ke--
âWhen the full moon turns white thatâs when Iâll come hoooomee,â she cut him off at a full belt, âAnâ I donât know where Iâll gooo, and I donâ know wherâwhat Iâll seeeâbut Iâll try not to bring it back home with meeee--!â
LilâBit sang her next crooked, crooning notes to the nightâs sky. Fontaine stood there for a moment to get himself under control before he keyed into the house. After all, Fontaine didnât want his laughs to muffle out LilâBitâs concert on the cameraâs playback.
â âTaine?â
âYes, baby.â
âWouldâif I was a werewolf, would you still love me?â
âYes, I would,â Fontaine said, âIâd want you to turn me, too.â
â âTaine? Really? Thatâs so romantiâwhat if I had to rip your face off to turn you? Youâd still be okay?â
Fontaine heard you drop your heels somewhere along the way to the bedroom,âWould you still love me if I ainât have a face âcause you had to rip it off?â
âYes!â
âThen itâd be cool...Iâd hope my shit would grow back but fuck it I guess.â
That got him a pleased little nuzzle, âIâd make it grow back..â
What did that even mean?
Fontaine sat on the edge of their bed and LilâBit let herself fall back onto the plush covers. She groaned, happy, before slowing to stretch.
âHold on, let me get you together.â Fontaine said, âGet out of those clothes and Iâll get your bonnet.â
By the time he came back, LilâBit managed to wriggle out of her skirt but her stop remained twist-spun around her. Clearly a fight she couldnât win, Fontaine got her out of her top and helped her arrange her hair under the bonnet.
LilâBit insisted on washing up before bed and Fontaine supervised safely out of the splash zone. The whole time she scrubbed, she threw questions and comments out at Fontaine. Breaking out into song enough as she splashed about, LilâBit made him think of a liquored up songbird.
By the time it was all said and done, he would have sworn LilâBit fell asleep on the way down to the pillow but she grabbed him by his pocket.
âI love you, FontaineâŚâ
Heart warmed, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips and then forehead.
âI love you too, baby. Take a little nap and Iâll take care of you some more when you wake upâŚâ
âHehehee, okaayâŚâ
And like a switch, she was out. Fontaine looked down at her for a moment, grateful and only a little bit tired. He finished checking over the house and switching off the lights, LilâBitâs gifted tiara was place on her nightstand along with a bottle of water.
Fontaine climbed into bed and was immediately set upon by LilâBit, her throwing and arm and leg over him before going still again. He cradled her back as best as he could before closing his eyes after a job well done.
â¨ending notes:⨠I thought I'd try a something a little different in the third person! Tell me what you think, I've been thinking of using more names and doing this more often. Thank you so much for reading and feel free to give it a reblog! đâ¨đâ¨đâ¨
