i need to stop wanting to write everything when i have 7 ongoing fics

taekook fic rec #3

PLEASE feel free to recommend me any of your favorite BTS fanfics (any ship), because I will read them. Also, please let me know if you liked any of the stories I recommend!

IMPORTANT: All of the fics I rec will be on a scale of 8 to 10. (8- really good, happy I read it.  9- amazing, I loved it! 10- perfect, one of my favorites. [*]= top fave)

Enjoy and happy reading~


  1. Hit and Run

Summary: Jimin and Jungkook have been the top hitmen duo in Seoul since the day they picked up their first revolvers and shot a man without a second look back. But when they cross paths with a skilled hacker by the name of Kim Taehyung, things start to change up a little.

AU: Hitmen 

Rated: M

Length: 4 chps, 27.3k words

Warnings: Some violence and language  

My Review: Wow….I am so pleasantly surprised. I enjoyed this SO MUCH. The characterization was so on point along with the plot, romance, humor,…. everything. I never thought I would read a hitmen!AU for some reason and yet here I am today. It’s one of my top favorites. 

My Rating: 10/10 

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A list of struggles I have as a writer.

1. This scene was meant to be funny but I accidentally made it super sad instead. 

2. lots of “fuck its” and “I’ll keep that in.”

3. a fear of vagueness in written actions, then a fear of writing too much for an action.

4. using italics way too much

5. using bold along with italics to make it that much more extra.

6. reading and re-reading scenes 1,000 times over seeing if anything doesn’t make sense and if it doesn’t tries to explain without making it sound like I edited it.

7. Seeing problems after posting and having to click the “edit” button 9 times while hoping nobody’s read that far yet.

8. Accidentally treating your audience like five year olds.

9. shaking my head and saying “I hate this” even though I don’t when scenes get too gushy, romantic, cheesy, or funny.

10. Not knowing when to stop with angst.

11. fear of overemphasis.

12. leaps in logic and trains of thought.

13. trying to keep everything tied together smoothly but feeling like you can tell when you stop and start writing due to different vocabulary choices.

14. I don’t even understand that? How are others meant to get that? I need to re-write that. Can’t just leave it in *leaves it in*

15. No, no that’s way too out of character I need another line to make people understand why they’re saying that. *and the occasional bonus of forgetting to write the line and then can’t find a place to edit it in.*

16. Not angsty enough to be classified as angst. Not non-angsty enough to be classified as anything else. 

17. Slip ups when different characters call another character a different name from another character (hardest thing to remember is when the character has a nickname.)

18. “Oh fuck what was that word?”

19. I really need to stop adding puns and unneeded sarcasm whenever I’m writing a serious and or nicer character.

20. *doesn’t end a chapter on a cliffhanger* Oh god what do I write next? *takes twice the amount of time to find a way to start a new chapter.*

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1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

Archive Of Our Own (AO3) my username is saltwaterkid95 and I post links to my stories on Tumblr.

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Morgan I am 22 years old from California. I have a degree in film and electronic arts, I have worked on student films, TV, and sports broadcast in the Los Angeles area. I have lived in England and Germany. I am about to get my masters degree in sports broadcast journalism in the UK.

3. What do you never leave home without?

My small purse that has my money, credit card, and driver’s license in it.  Also my phone.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night Owl definitely. I have really bad insomnia so I just don’t really sleep that much haha.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

So I have always loved Peter Pan since I was little. I would love to live in Neverland because I don’t want to grow up and live in the “adult world” haha. No adults to ruin the fun that sounds amazing!

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

I’ve worked on several sets with famous people, but probably the most famous person was LL Cool J. I have seen Justin Bieber at a restaurant before if that counts?

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Riverdale obviously is my favorite tv show at the moment. I love foreign films and tv. I am so happy that Skam is being appreciated worldwide.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

The National and Artic Monkeys are my favorite bands.

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Lumen (part 7/ ): Warm intentions

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

MASTERLIST

Read up here:

Part 1: Good intentions

Part 2: Honest intentions

Part 3: Dark intentions

Part 4: Wrong intentions

Part 5: Other intentions

Part 6: True intentions

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary of part 7: Bucky and Iona enjoy an evening in each other’s company, some more information is revealed.

Warnings: Attempt at fluff. I’m a sucker for fluff.

Word count: approximately 1.600 (without background information).

A/N: Took a different approach and chose to write from Bucky’s perspective, hope you guys like it. 

This is my first fan fic series, so bear with me. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this one, constructive criticism is appreciated! Also, since this is an ongoing series, the tag list is open as we speak, so feel free to send me a message!

Background: Iona Cole is a perky, gifted and ambitious assistant to a critically acclaimed professor at a renowned university. That is, until she snaps in the middle of class, the auditorium packed with students on introduction day. Having a long family history of psychiatric diseases, her mother sends her to a private clinic to receive the best treatment. In reality, this institute for people with “special needs” is a smokescreen for the underground operation Hydra is running there.

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12 Days of Sanvers Christmas, Day 12

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11

A Very Crossover Christmas

Well, we’ve reached that time: Day 12 of a 12 day series. Thank you so, so, so much – truly, from the core of my being – for all your kind words of encouragement throughout this journey. I means everything to me, so thank you.

Tomorrow I’ll be launching, as requested, an “8 Nights of Danvers Chanukah” fic that I’m extremely excited about, so please tune into that, as well as to my already ongoing “I Didn’t Know You Were Into Girls” Sanvers one-shot series.

Happy and safe holidays, and thank you so much again for making this writing experience absolutely wonderful <3

And without further ado: Kara invites Barry and Oliver’s teams to come spend Christmas with the Superfriends!


Alex had promised to be nice.

She just hadn’t defined nice when she told Kara that she wouldn’t beat Barry Allen into a pulp for recruiting her to help him fight off an entire invasion force of aliens on his earth.

“It’s Christmas, Alex, and I’m okay, it all worked out!” Kara had told her, for the thousandth time, before Barry and Oliver’s teams jumped out of the interdimensional rift and into her ridiculously festive living room.

Well, it might be Christmas – there might be champagne glasses in everyone’s hand and there might be a rather rowdy game of “which earth has better Christmas music” going between Cisco and Winn – and Kara might be okay – okay enough to have thrown what was sure to be the most superhero-full Christmas party of all time – and it might have all worked out, given that there didn’t seem to be angry aliens clawing their own way through the portal into this earth.

But that didn’t mean that Alex Danvers didn’t have Barry Allen backed against the refrigerator – the Flash, the fastest man alive, legendary superhero – cowering.

Iris stepped forward but James touched her arm lightly. “She won’t actually hurt him,” he whispered.

Iris arched an eyebrow.

“You sure about that?”

Caitlin’s eyes were wide, Cisco’s mouth was open, Winn’s eyes were downcast in sympathy for Barry, and Sara was smirking, dragging her eyes slowly up and down Alex’s body, making Maggie frown and shift closer to Alex – but not that close, because it generally wasn’t safe to approach her when she was this angry.

“ – the height of irresponsibility,” she was saying, holding Barry up by the collar, “not to mention massive selfishness and pure tactical stupidity. Do you have any idea how stupid your plan was? One alien against an army, when we have an entire organization here that’s experienced in these things, an entire army of our own whose entire lives are dedicated to stopping the kind of deadly threats that you so willingly through my sister into, alone and without backup? And don’t – ”

She renewed her grip on his collar as Barry tried to stammer out words – “don’t even try to tell me that you were her backup. How could you possibly back her up when I hear she beat the ever living shit out of you all, at once, without even breaking a sweat? So how could you possibly protect her against an army? And I don’t care what your city thinks of you, I don’t care what kind of hero you think you are. The next time you need Kara’s help, you do not whisk her off on her own, you do not take advantage of her good, eager to help heart. You get me, you get my team, you get my people, people whose lives are dedicated to doing what your teams are way in over their head even contemplating. Because so help me, if you ever bring my sister on a mission like that without me there to watch out for her, I swear on everything you love, a brutal alien invasion force is going to look like kindergarten next to what I will do to you. Do I make myself clear?”

Barry whimpered for a moment or two, wondering if her question constituted permission to speak or to just nod meekly. He opted for the second, and she released him.

“Eggnog?” she asked, swiping a glass from the counter behind her and pressing it into his hands with a massive smile on her face. “You look like you could use some.” Barry stammered something that he hoped was recognizable as English, that he hoped Iris, Caitlin, and Cisco didn’t hear just as the squeak that it was. By the looks on their faces, he had no such luck.

“You make yourself quite clear, Agent Danvers, so let me return the favor: you don’t get to threaten anyone on my team without going through me.” Oliver’s voice was calm, his face completely neutral, as he stepped up to Alex. Diggle groaned into his hands.

Alex gazed up into his eyes as Barry tried to touch Oliver’s arm. “Ollie, really, it’s okay, you’d get the same way if it was Thea, I understand, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s all good, Barry. Oliver Queen, right? Arrow?” And before he could even blink, Alex had him, too, up against the fridge – good thing for Barry’s super speed, else he would have been crushed by Oliver’s back – and Felicity let out a small gasp.

“I like this girl. She like this in bed, too, Sawyer?” Sara wanted to know, loudly, and Kara’s ears turned an even deeper shade of red. Maggie spluttered and Alex just dug deeper into it, her forearm against Oliver’s throat.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Happy Canada Day! I was wondering if you had a continuation of that Iwaoi+ reader fic?

Happy Canada Day! Well, belated. Hahaha a bit late, but I havent been able to write anything other than this, so here we go guys, part 7! Here are the other parts if you need them! (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)

Every night was the same.

Iwaizumi would call right when he got home from practice, staying on the phone with you until the two of you fell asleep. He would stay on the phone with you, whether you were silent, still pretending, crying, or content. Sometimes there would be no conversation, and it was fine. The two of you would do homework sometimes in silence and ask for help on a question or two. Other times you would talk about plans, movies you’d want to see. But Iwaizumi didn’t pester to accompany you. The two of you didn’t have the heart to make any plans. Or Iwaizumi didn’t have the will to ask anymore.

But his heart screamed at him to ask you. Iwaizumi’s heart yelled and yelled to help you, have you be okay. But with every look into your eyes, the yells and screams in his heart were silenced. Cold.

Every morning was the same.

You would wake up to the phone next to you, Iwaizumi’s phone call still ongoing. The numbers continued to run the length of your conversation. You would touch your phone, imagining Iwaizumi’s face next to you again. And it hurt. It hurt too much. Because this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

At times you would touch your phone, focusing all on the sound. You would touch the speaker button, just to listen to his breaths as he slept a bit longer. And with each breath you heard, a tear would fall. A little bit of you would fall out of your mind.

Each morning would be harder than the last. After you hung up the phone before Iwaizumi’s phone would blast his alarm, you could feel a part of yourself missing, more than the last.

One morning you couldn’t feel your legs, you fell to the floor as you tried standing from your bed, but suddenly your body was laid across the floor. You laid on the floor, staring at it sideways. Time passed, but nothing changed.

Oikawa still wouldn’t talk to you.

Another morning, you couldn’t feel your hands. You lost your grip on a cup of water. You didn’t even notice your cup had shattered until your father ran to your mindless side. You helped your father clean the shattered glass, and still got cut all because your mind was still at a blank. The bleeding cut was cleaned and bandaged, but your pain hadn’t left.

Oikawa still wouldn’t talk to you.

Yesterday morning, you couldn’t feel your body. Your eyes were open, but you didn’t even know you were awake. Iwaizumi’s breathing was slow, steady on the other line. It was the first time you didn’t hang up since the undeclared routine. Iwaizumi slowly woke up, hearing your uncontrolled cries. You didn’t even feel him suddenly next to you, holding you. When had he even come over? When did he open the door? It was automatic to cling on to Iwaizumi as he wrapped his arms around you. You could hear his teeth grinding against each other in frustration. It was automatic for you to beg him not to leave over and over again, because your mind was still fuzzy. In that moment, everything felt exactly the same as that day Iwaizumi held you until you fell asleep in his arms, too tired from crying. Your mind had a growing fuzzy feeling with each cry, making your actions a blur. You didn’t even know they were happening, but they happened. And you didn’t care to change it other wise. It was the first time in a long time Iwaizumi was late to school.

Everything was still the same, even after a month. Every night still remained unfixed. Every morning still left you broken hearted.

“She doing any better?” Hanamaki asked as he finished slipping his jacket on.

“No,” Iwaizumi replied. Hanamaki watched Iwaizumi tie his shoes, looking at how his face was normal. As he slipped his sports bag over his shoulder, Iwaizumi walked out the club room with Hanamaki. Hanamaki noticed the silence in Iwaizumi’s step, how his head hung a little lower ever since everything happened. “I’ll just be there for her until Oikawa stops being a dumb ass.”

Hanamaki looked at Iwaizumi, and he noticed how he didn’t look angry. Iwaizumi wasn’t angry about the situation anymore, he just looked like… He accepted it. It wasn’t patience in his eyes, even though Iwaizumi says he’s waiting for Oikawa’s part taken in the whole situation to move forward. But Hanamaki noticed neither side moved forward or back. All three of you just stayed as is.

“Are you doing any better?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen, his body tense. But only for a second.

“I don’t know,” Iwaizumi replied quietly. Hanamaki notices everything, so there would be no point to lie. And it annoyed Iwaizumi, because he shouldn’t have to feel like he needed to lie. Iwaizumi shouldn’t have to be in the predicament.

His best friend not talking to him, the girl he’s in love with broken.

Hanamaki hummed, bringing Iwaizumi back from his thoughts. “It’s not going to be forever. This whole thing.”

Iwaizumi looked to Hanamki, who had a small smile. For the first time, Iwaizumi had a genuine smile.

“How long are you going to ignore them?” Matsukawa asked.

Oikawa hummed with a smile as the two of them walked home. It was dark, the night sang its lullaby. The crickets sang to the skies, the wind harmonizing, and sky listening. And it all sounded a bit sad.

“What are you talking about, Matsun? Iwa-chan and I talk. He still yells at me at practice! I know you guys didn’t care about your captains well being, to have our ace bully me still,” Oikawa complained with the pout of his lip and his arms still out with a shrug. “I mean, are you guys serious? How can you-”

“Oikawa, stop shitting me,” Matsukawa stopped in his footsteps, watching Oikawa stop. The nights lullaby continued to play, making the silence between the two stronger. “It’s just me. So just tell me, how long are you going to ignore this? You’re not usually like this.”

There was silence in the conversation. Oikawa couldn’t think of it. He wanted to ignore it all because he didn’t want to think about it. Every time it came to mind, his world was shattering.

“I can’t look at her,” Oikawa said. Matsukawa watched Oikawa, watched his body shake. His hands in fists, trembling. “I can’t look at Iwa-chan and ______ together.”

“Is it because-”

“Yes,” Oikawa interrupted Matsukawa. But he wasn’t mad, and Oikawa was grateful. “It’s because I’m in love with her. And seeing her with my best friend… I could die. I already felt like I’ve been, just with every time he’s looked at her or she’s been with him. Matsun, it hurts. For eighteen years, it’s hurt. Because I look at her just like how Iwa-chan does… But she’s only looked at Iwa-chan they way she does.”

Matsukawa could see that Oikawa’s body never stopped shaking. Not once did Oikawa look at Matsukawa, nor could he. Because he knew well in his mind what he was doing. Oikawa knew that this whole thing was ridiculous. But it was too much for him also. He’s loved you ever since he even knew what love was to be. He’s been in love with you since he’s known the feeling. Oikawa’s known nothing else but “fall in love”, but not “healing after a broken heart”. So this was the next best thing to him: Ignore the broken heart that will come.

Suddenly, Oikawa felt Matsukawa’s hand on his shoulder. They looked to each other.

“It must hurt. I get it. And I get that you love her and it’s all going down hill. But have you seen her?” Matsukawa asked, his eyes a bit hurt. And it confused Oikawa. “In the eyes, Oikawa. Have you looked at her since you said those things to her?” I don’t want to hear anything from you, _____. Oikawa shook his head slowly, a bit lost. How could he look at you? He couldn’t see that smile you were giving everyone, because it’s just a reminder that you weren’t going to give him the kisses he’s dreamt about. Oikawa wasn’t going to be the one to hold you while sleeping contently in his arms. Oikawa wasn’t going to be able to even think about marriage with you, even though that’s what he’s wanted as end game for the both of you. It hurt him. “She’s more broken than you are.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened, even more confused. And then, he got angry. His eyebrows furrowed with that anger, his fists clenching harder. “She has Iwa-chan though, why would-”

“She lost you,” Matsukawa interrupted. Then Oikawa’s body froze, his ears ringing Matsukawa’s words louder. And Matsukawa didn’t miss the way Oikawa stood. He couldn’t help but feel more pain for you. His grip on Oikawa’s shoulder tightened, their eyes meeting once again. “She doesn’t smile. She forces it. _____ never laughs. She leaves before she even gets to try and laugh. _____ is broken. You broke the girl you’re in love with. ______, still loves you. Don’t forget that, Oikawa. I’m not one to say who she has feelings for, but I do know I can say this. Love holds a crazy power over people. The more you love someone, the more power you give them to break you.”

Matsukawa let go of Oikawa’s shoulder. He watched Matsukawa take a few steps farther then stopping. His next few words made his chest clench into itself, a fire growing larger inside of him.

“______ won’t be able to be fixed unless she finds a way to live without you,” And then Matsukawa looked to his friends, his serious eyes piercing Oikawa’s chest. “Or the better choice would for you to end all the bull shit and fix what you broke. Because the next one to break is Iwaizumi. Can you handle being the prime reason your two best friends are falling apart? Are you going to take responsibility for that? If not, don’t get angry at the world when you begin to break also.”

For the first time in awhile, Oikawa was left alone speechless. Like he had just been slapped by a tree’s branch.

You walked the halls of Aoba Johsai alone. The school bell had rung forty-five minutes ago, students and teachers gone with just some lingering behind. Clubs, tutoring lessons, or hanging out. You? This was the norm.

You lingered the halls of your high school. It wasn’t because you didn’t have anyone to walk home with. You were just used to staying behind. Usually you would walk with Oikawa and Iwaizumi to the gym. No one minded you watched their practice for a bit before going home.

But now. You couldn’t leave right as the bell rang. It was hard to break habit, even if things around you changed. So you stayed at the school, hoping things would just go back to normal. But they wouldn’t. Not if you were wandering the hallways, avoiding Oikawa. Oikawa wouldn’t just come up to you with a change of heart. He’s not like that.

So why was there a crowd of girls around Oikawa in these hallways? You’ve always been walking around the hallways, the same time after school since everything happened. So why do they need to be here now? They didn’t need to be admiring and asking for Oikawa for stupid thing like kisses and to take them on a date. They could do that else where. Oikawa could smile at them and entertain them elsewhere. If he had time to entertain his fans and be less concerned about your wellbeing, he can do it elsewhere. But not in front of you.

Nonetheless, you needed to avoid Oikawa still.

“Ah! ______-senpai! There you are!” Immediately, you froze. You could run. You could avoid the situation. But you turned, to see a long black haired girl running towards you who looked a year or two younger than you, leaving the girl of fan girls. The group of fan girls watched her run towards you. Everyone was watching, including Oikawa. And as he met your eyes, his entire being flinched. It hurt. “Aren’t you going to come hang out with us?”

“Uh, I actually have-”

“Haven’t you heard? She broke Oikawa-kun’s heart,” a different girl replied. The black haired under class man that ran towards you stopped in her tracks to look behind at the girl who spoke. She was blonde, your age. If memory served right, she was in Class 3, Sayuraki. And you didn’t appreciate how she crossed her arms, as if she owned Oikawa and have known him for as long as you have. “But I don’t even know how. She’s nothing nice,”

“Hey, Sayuraki-san, that’s not-”

“What? I’m nothing nice? Not worried about how Oikawa’s going to see what a bitch you are?” you’re used to this. All his fan girls saying unkind things. And this isn’t the first time you haven’t responded to them, despite what Oikawa said. It’s just this time, you didn’t have Oikawa next to you to argue with. He was with them, watching you with uninterested eyes.

“I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not just for Oikawa-kun. I am going to defend him, especially from someone who hurt him. How could you?” Sayuraki hissed as she wrapped her arms around Oikawa’s arm. It annoyed you to see him just half a wry smile, as if he couldn’t just tell her to stop.

You knew Oikawa didn’t really have any interest in girls who did that. Spoke out of spite. But he was always too nice to say anything along the lines of a rejection.

“Sayuraki-san, you don’t have to say anything anymore. It’s fine, ______ and I are-”

“But Oikawa-kun, what’s so good about her?” Sayuraki asked. You swear you saw Oikawa’s eyes flash red, but as he looked to you, they disappeared. But you didn’t care. You were tired. Tired of this whole thing. “How can you be in love with someone so bland? You should have stopped being in love with her once she started being so cold to you. Look at her, Oikawa-kun, she doesn’t even-”

“Yeah, we all get it,” you cut off. Everyone looked to you, taken back from your dull, tired eyes. Your eyes were cold, broken. The younger girl who had approached you earlier froze. “We get it. I broke Oikawa’s heart. I hurt Oikawa. Take good care of him.”

Everyone watched you turn your back. Then the fan girls looked to Oikawa. He was shaking a bit, his fists clenched. Oikawa didn’t even bother to look at the girls, he could only look at you. Your eyes didn’t shine. Your smile wasn’t there. You usually argue back, you usually fight. You were always so strong. So why? Why did you look so… Broken?

“Well, Oikawa-kun, now that that boring girl is-”

“Be quiet, Sayuraki-san,” Oikawa hissed quietly. Her hold on his arm loosened, but as you heard the ruffling of his uniform as he snatched his arm away. It stopped you from walking forward. “_______ is right, you should be worried about how I’m going to see you.”

You didn’t look back, but you heard Oikawa’s steps become quieter and quieter. Soon, there were none anymore. Except your own now, going home.

Each step was harder. Each step was colder. Because it was just a constant reminder of how things aren’t supposed to be how they were. But what were you going to do? It’s become so tiring…

And yet, hearing Oikawa’s voice say your name after so long… It wasn’t so tiring to exist anymore.