make this into a fanfic

One more (Pt.1)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, harassment, cheating 

Originally posted by berry852

With shaking hands, you grasped the shot glass being handed to you by your loving boyfriend. Neither of you drank around the other and you were conscious not to ever end up in this situation but they were celebrating another amazing album of theirs and you couldn’t bear to disappoint him by ruining the mood. Mistake number one, you should have just said no. Instead, two seconds later you felt the warm drink already sliding down your throat with a heap of regret. You flash him a smile.

“I’m so proud of you, babe.”

Yoongi takes down his own drink before giving you a peck on the cheek.

“It’s not just me. It was all of us…but I’m not saying you don’t have to reward me.” He says with a smirk and a laugh.

“Oh really? What would you like a reward? You better make it a good one. There isn’t always a chance for when I’m the one owing you.”

Your tease was met with a new full glass of what you had thought tasted of cheap vodka. It was weird this was ever offered since the boys never really enjoyed hard liquor. Maybe fate was just trying to be a pain in the ass again and ruin the streak you had going for yourself.

“Hmm…how about you come by my studio tomorrow morning? I can make my demands then if you come to see me.”

You titled your head.

“What for?”

He shrugged, enjoying your interest. “Guess you’ll have to come to find out.”

You took the bottle of alcohol for yourself, starting to pour your own glasses.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You smiled.

As the night progressed you felt yourself being effected by the drinks you had downed but you tried to control the impulse to keep drinking ahead of everyone. Finally it seemed like the end of the party and the other members and company employees started to clear out. Yoongi walked with you down to the street, waiting for you to get into the cab.

“Should I just ride home with you?” He offered.

You shook your head, refusing.

“I’m fineee, babe. I’ll see you in the morning, remember? Stop worrying.”

Yoongi sighed and leaned into the cab.

“Please make sure she’s safe. I think she drank too much.”

When he turned to you, he gave you a kiss goodnight and shut the door to the cab, watching it drive off. It’s not like he had to worry all the time about you but something was off about you and he could tell. You seemed nervous around him and he couldn’t place it. He just hoped everything would be fine tomorrow. As the cab driver started your ride he asked where you needed to go and instead of heading home your mind was too set on what you had already started before. You asked the man to take you to one of the bars downtown, that way there was no way Yoongi was going to find out. That was mistake number two.

You handed the nice driver the money Yoongi had given you for the ride and stumbled out of the taxi, almost falling onto the pavement. A man’s hand had caught your arm and you felt him helping you stand up.

“Careful these sidewalks are kinda tricky.” He joked.

You were too focused on the goal of getting more drinks you didn’t even look up at the guy, pulling your arm away.

“Yeah, whatever…” You groaned, walking off to the bar in sight.

The man wasn’t giving up, following behind you. If you weren’t already tipsy then you would have more worried considering the side of town you were on and it being already 1 a.m.. Persistent guys were also not what you needed when you were already intoxicated.

“Hey, come on. I was just helping you out. You could buy me a drink for a thank you?”

You stopped, turning back to face him.

“Thanks but no thanks.”

He took a step closer, putting his arms on your hips. You tried to push him back but to no avail you just stood there, looking up at him.

“You should be grateful and quit acting like a bitch. A girl dressed the way you are isn’t down here all alone to stay alone.”

“Get off of me!” You yelled, causing a scene.

When you closed your eyes you heard a small grunt and felt the man’s hands slip off of you. You heard the skin on skin contact and opened your eyes to see a very pissed Namjoon. The man who just had his hands all over you was the same man that was now laying on the concrete in pain. You wished you could have just run off in that moment but Namjoon grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell are you doing out here, Y/N?”

You frowned despite being happy to see him.

“Nothing…I’m a grown adult. I can be out here if I want to..”

“You say that like I didn’t just save your ass from some creep!”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself.”

Namjoon laughed out of frustration. “Are you kidding me? Let me just take you home-“

You whined, leaning on him.

“But I want a drink…..” You brought one of your fingers to your lips.

“You can’t tell Yoongi though~ He’s so protective.”

Namjoon sighed, not planning on having to deal with this.

“You drank enough at the party. I’m taking you home.”

You squirmed in his grasp but still dragged your feet along with him as you both headed to his car. 

“Joooonniieeee I want more~!”

He sat you down in the passenger seat, putting the seat belt on for you seeing as though you weren’t going to do it yourself. 

“God, Yoongi’s gonna be pissed about this.” 

Your eyes widened and you pushed your finger up to his mouth clumsily.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh. You can’t tell him!”

Namjoon gave you one of his famous glares and pushed your arm back int he car as he shut your door. He came back around and sat down next to you, driving you back to their dormitory since you couldn’t be trusted alone. The drive was mostly quiet besides your drunk rambling that came at random. You had your head leaned against the glass, watching the streetlights pass by in the window. 

“You know…I kinda have a problem, Joonie? Once it starts I can’t stop.” You said in a oddly happy tone. Probably just the alcohol speaking for you once more. Namjoon checked on you with a glance but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’m an a.l.k.o.h.o.l.i.c.k.~”

“One, that’s not how it spelled. Two, If that was true we’d know about it. Yoongi would have never let you drink in the first place.”

You shrugged, giggling. “People hide things. You should know that by now. Do the other members know you cheated on your girlfriend? Nah, they love her too. If they found out then they wouldn’t even be speaking to you.”

“How did you-”

“I saw you in one of the waiting rooms when I was looking for Yoongi.”

Namjoon clenched his nails into the steering wheel but knew you didn’t mean the things you were muttering out of your drunk mouth. Why did he do to deserve being stuck with this? 

“I didn’t tell anyone even though I thought I was gonna go crazy holding it in.” Suddenly, your expression had changed and you started to look more sad. 

“What, are you blaming me for you downing alcohol? Y/N if you have a problem then it was already there. I didn’t start it.”

“I knoowwwwwww. Stop getting so touchy…I’m just saying I was starting to get clean before that. I almost did it. Why am I so pathetic, huh?”

He stayed quiet, knowing you’d break out in tears any second now. 

“We can talk to the others and help you out. You shouldn’t have been going through this alone in the first place. Y/N we care about you-”

As he turned his head he found you passed out on the seat. It was going to be a long night for him and a long talk for him and your boyfriend. Getting home was a lot calmer when you were sleeping but he had to carry you inside, setting you down on the couch. Yoongi flipped the light on in the hallway.

“I know you had to go meet some of the company guys downtown but you were out for forever. Look, I need you to help me Y/N hasn’t answered me back and-”

He walked over to see your passed out body on their living room couch.

“Why is she here?” he asked.

Namjoon exhaled, already exhausted.

“I found her drunk downtown. Yoongi she has a problem. She told me on the way here that she’s an alcoholic and she was trying to get clean. My guess is she was probably down there trying to hit her limit for the night.”

Yoongi give the younger one a confused look, not knowing what to say. First came self-blaming, second was trying to rationalize it, and third was coming to terms with just wanting to help you. 

“You can go ahead to bed. I’ll watch her..” He said quietly, still in shock.

Namjoon gave a nod before heading off to his own room, trying to forget this whole thing. Yoongi sat down on the floor next to the couch, holding your hand.

“If I would have known I wouldn’t have-…..If you just would have told me-…..Fuck. Why can’t you just tell me when you’re in trouble like this?”

He knew he wouldn’t get a reply in your drunken state but he had so much to ask as he looked down at your tired face. Why didn’t he notice before when he saw the amount of liquor in your cabinets or why you insisted on being fine after having all of those hangovers. Blaming himself would get him nowhere so he planned to wait it out until the morning, staying by your side the entire night. When you woke up in the morning you sat up instantly when you noticed being at the boy’s dorm, waking up Yoongi from his sleep. 

That was mistake number three. 

blizzard needs to hurry up and release doomfist so reaper can have a new boyfriend

Fanfic Writers Appreciation Week (Month, Year(s)…)

By now probably most of you have heard that there’s another writers’ strike looming over the Hollywood Hills (and if you haven’t, just google it if you don’t want to take my word for it), with writers demanding, among other things, improved benefits and higher pay.  The last time such a strike occurred, we lost some promising new shows, including (regrettably) “Moonlight”.  So people are, understandably, worried about the outcome of this one.
In light of these events and out of solidarity with our professional (and paid) brothers and sisters behind laptops, I wanted to bring your attention to a less obvious but no less important (to certain fandom segments, at least) issue – and that is awareness and recognition of the work of fanfic writers.

Many folks across fandoms enjoy reading fanfiction stories (especially good stories – the kind that grab you from the first paragraph, immerse you right into the world of your favorite characters and don’t let you go until you trip over that final period – you know the kind I’m talking about).  We read them, we gobble them up, we want more, more, more.  (Especially when our show is on hiatus and we can’t get our fix from our TVs).  We pillage through the giant fanfiction archives on FFNET and AO3, we scour the internet for some hidden fanfic gems that can’t be found on the two main sites.  We get annoyed when we come across an unfinished story that is just SO FUCKING GOOD but the writer doesn’t seem to be inclined to continue it any longer.  

But we never stop to think why.  Why did that writer suddenly abandon a story?  Why did that other one disappear altogether?  Why did this person take down all of their stories?  

There can certainly be hundreds of reasons.  Every writer is different; everyone’s personal lives are their own.  But there does seem to be one particular common issue that comes up over and over for several writers, myself included.  And that, ladies and gentlemen, is appreciation or lack thereof.  Fanfic writers vary across the board.  Some of us are good, some of us are great (unattainably so), some of us are very average, and some of us are… utter crap (and I’m not going to touch upon that final category, because, selfishly, I don’t really consider them writers – even though they are somewhat like the people who have absolutely no ear for music but tend to sing the loudest and believe themselves to be the Pavarottis (please excuse my bitterness, it’s been building up for a while).  
The one thing that unites us is that we don’t do what we do for money or fame – we don’t get a single cent for all our work (and believe me, every story – no matter how large or small – takes a lot of work, a lot of passion, and, in quite a few cases, a lot of research, too) and, for the most part, unless you know us personally, nobody even knows our real names.  We do what we do because we love the show we’re writing for, we love the characters, and we love playing with them and making them (for that little bit of time) our own.  

But some of us, especially those of us who are any good, tend to doubt ourselves.  When we write a story that we’ve poured our hearts and souls into to make sure the plot makes sense, the action works, the characters stay true to themselves (and, yes, sometimes we do a better job with all that than the actual PAID show writers), we want to know if it really is as good as we think it is or if it’s just our biased perception that makes it seem good to us.  So we want our readers to tell us if they liked what we wrote, if it grabbed them, if the humor we included made them laugh, if the angst made them tear up, if the action had them on the edge of their seats.  In short, we want to know if the story impacted you in some way or not, if you, readers, enjoyed it.  Your feedback is our pay, our benefits, our motivation to keep going.  When we work on a story, it’s a little piece of us that we’re putting out there for you to judge.  And when all you return to us is an impersonal, generic one-liner that tells us absolutely nothing about your impressions of our “baby” or, worse yet, you choose to enjoy (or hate) our story in silence and say nothing at all, our doubts about our worth as a writer and, indeed, the worth of putting our love and time and effort into a work that no one seems to appreciate come to the fore.

I’ve been dealing with this issue myself for several years.  Have thought about quitting many times.  Last year I finally did.  I pulled all of my stories from FFNET and AO3, and I retreated from writing because I didn’t think anybody cared enough about my efforts to keep going.  (It didn’t help my self-doubts any that I saw numerous stories written by those “Pavarottis” of writing I talked about earlier get similar gushing reviews as my own stories, which I foolishly thought to be of considerably better quality). Several months later a good friend finally convinced me to return and gave me space on her tumblr to try again.  So I did. I came back, and I started reposting my older fics and writing new ones.  I knew right off the bat that tumblr is a trickier place for fanfiction, that I wouldn’t be getting as many comments as I would on the standard fanfic sites.  But I figured that if people like a story, they can at least find a way to let me know as much – through tumblr (because if folks can leave tons of comments on a picture or a gif, I figured the same could apply to a story, right?) or through twitter (for those who, like myself, don’t have a tumblr account).  It didn’t work.  On tumblr, I would get a few generic comments here and there; I would occasionally get one thoughtful review and that’s it.  Similarly, I would get a few “likes” on my twitter story posts and general comments about liking my work, but nothing personal, no actual comments related to any specific story or anything specific in a story – which is what a writer really wants, NEEDS to hear.  

For me it finally reached a point where I can’t do this anymore.  I can’t pretend that it doesn’t hurt me, that it doesn’t make me bitter or angry or sad.  I’ve been told that I shouldn’t think about writing for other people’s feedback or approval, that I should do this because I LOVE doing this and that this love should be enough. Well, sometimes love isn’t enough.  Because when you love your creation, and you put all this time and effort and LOVE into that creation, you want others to love it too.  And when they don’t, or when they don’t bother to tell you that they do, you want to hide yourself and that creation away because it hurts.

I know I’m not the only one who feels that way.  I’ve heard similar complaints from other writers of note as well.  It’s an issue that’s been brewing for a while, and it’s an issue that can easily be fixed.  By YOU, readers!  Tell us what you think about our stories – EACH story you read.  If you take time to read it and you enjoy what you read, then take the few moments it’s gonna take you to let us know about it.  Let us know what you liked, what moved you, what you felt when you read it.  Tell us, because it won’t cost you a thing (other than a few moments of your time) and it’s gonna make our day.  Tell us, because it may just make a difference between pushing a writer you like toward writing another story and pushing them out of writing altogether.

If you like a writer, if you enjoy that writer’s stories, then, bloody, let them know it for every story they churn out.  Trust me, for a writer every story is different, and EVERY story is our baby.  And we need your INDIVIDUAL feedback for every one of them.  Don’t be cheap.  It don’t cost you money.  We don’t ask for benefits or pay increase or a villa in Tuscany.  Your feedback is our pay.  And we demand more of it.  We NEED more of it, if you want us to keep giving you the stories that you enjoy.  We deserve it! Just as you deserve the best from us.  
So make us want to give you our best.  Give us the motivation not to quit.  Comment!


Praemonitus_praemunitus on behalf of all jilted fanfic writers
(feedback/payment for this particular writer is accepted on twitter @Oleshka24Prae and tumblr at

anonymous asked:

Iris: "look at that flower" ; Lillum: "You're my flower" ; Iris: "what" ; Lillium: "I said you should shower. ya stink" ; Iris: "That's rude"

Lillium that’s mean he’s wearing YOUR jacket after all

wait does this mean you are no longer making art of broganes? i apologize if you already made a post addressing this, i just kinda didn’t understand what you were saying in your most recent fanart of shiro and keith. sorry if i’m being a little daft, and thank you for your wonderful artwork and personality

Yes, I’m not drawing broganes anymore. I’ve made a thread regarding the issue and reasons why here

That is so surreal to me, but so awesome for you! I just started reading CTC, and I love it, but someone else likes it enough to make a fanfic about it? That’s insane, how do you even react? 

My heart swells and I am full of love and affection

was lillium secretly the leaf all along

X-file theme plays…


221B Con 2017 Intro!

ahhhh it’s next week omg

Name: Rachel

Pronouns: she/her

Age: almost 26 ayyy

Located: Northern Kentucky

What do you do in fandom?: All day err day I’m part of TJLC and basically I just read/write fanfics, make shitposts and memes, etc

How long are you staying?: Friday afternoon-through sometime Sunday

How are you getting there?: Driving

Cosplays: Sherlock’s Shirt Janine, with a Jealous John™ posterboard lmao (pictures of which should hopefully be up tomorrow) and also maybe some yuri on ice cosplay?

Roomies: @vanetti and @librarylock 💕

Where to find me: No idea yet! It’s my first 221b con but I imagine I’ll be buying tons of stuff from artists and just hanging out!

Drinks: Probs not, I pretty much never drink, but I don’t mind it!

Hugs: Fo sho. Bring it in fam.

Pictures: Please!

Anything else?:

I’m super looking forward to my first time at this con! I’m excited to make friends with anyone and everyone, I don’t bring fandom bs with me anywhere and I don’t tolerate pettiness or arguments, especially in person, so there won’t be any negativity! And I’m pumped to meet all my tjlc friends that will be there and eat katsudon with them. XD

Contact info: Tumblr is great! I am willing to add anyone fun to Facebook as well :)

Reblog this intro: If you want to lmao

Chloe Beale is still my “Why?”. My answer is still because I am in love with her. Because the heart is not bulletproof and neither am I.

- quotes from bechloe fanfics that always make me cry

stone hard as bulletproof glass by ink stained pinky

anonymous asked:

He might doze off again, but that's okay. His head is cradled where your neck meets your shoulder, his soft breaths fanning over your skin in a steady rhythm. He clears his throat and tightens his arms around you for a moment before settling again with a soft sigh.

DON’T STOP SIDKLHF like my own personal sabjoon fanfic :’)))) you’re making me want to read soft fluffy joon fics 

k but like this to all of this, he’d be so cuddly :( and wouldn’t want to move or do anything for like at least 40 minutes. just sit there with each other holding each other listening to the soft morning sounds from outside through closed windows and dimmed light

meremaurice  asked:

👬🔥💞👺//please say yoonmin

👬 your otp

I’m down for any Yoongi ships but I do love Yoonmin and Yoonseok!

🔥 RM, 1VERSE or Agust D?

Oh boy, I love all the rap line but i gotta say Agust D

💞 ot3 war: vminkook or yoonminseok

Yoonminseok! I’ve read some pretty good fanfics that make me ship it 

👺 who do you think is the meme-iest one from the meme squad?

memekook i mean, look at this face and tell me he’s not a meme 


Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!

Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.

Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.

Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.

Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!


Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!

Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.

Writer says: Thanks for reading!

Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.

Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)

Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER 

Writer says: What’s gonna happen next? Who knows? Hee hee ;)

Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.

Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!

Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.

Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)

Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.

Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story! 

Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*

Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

When a fanfic gets to the smut too fast

Aged up to after leaving lycee. Adrien is modeling full time for a while, Marinette is majoring in fashion, or something like that. Alya and Nino are on a trip around Europe. 

Lonely Adrien/Marinette want to talk to their best friends but they are always busy having adventures and can’t talk, so they have to hang out together and there is Adrinette cuteness.

But Alya and Nino’s adventures are just increasingly bizarre. Like, maybe they start simple, like, “I would talk but there is a really cool music festival happening and I need to check it out.” but soon they are like, “Sorry bro, I have to break Alya out of a Turkish prison, I’ll talk to you later.” and “Yeah, Nino has been kidnapped by a princess who wants to marry him, I have to save him.” and “We found an ancient treasure in a temple in the jungle and we had to fight a immortal guardian, I’ll upload some pics later.” 

And Adrien and Marinette are just like, slightly annoyed that they aren’t there to listen to their romantic difficulties. 


Dear klance shippers, 

Do yourself a favor and read ‘Life’s a beach’ by @f-uckingweeaboo aka greengoblin1 on aoe.

It’s a good amount of fluff and it just makes you very happy inside. WhO WOULDN’T LIKE A RESORT AU voltron?? It’s probably up there with Dirty Laundry for me idk why. Heres some sketches from the story (sorry if it’s not accurate but idk how to draw a croc float ok)

read it here!!

Hi hellO, @wittyy-name is at it again with another klance fanfic! 

>>The Marks We Make<<

Now, this is a soulmate college AU. Everything your soulmate writes/draws on their skin, will appear on your skin as well.

We are still doing the suadwm fanfic, no worries about that. This is a side project we’re doing, so the updates to this are gonna be significantly slower, however Witty does her best to give you guys something to look forward to to keep you going for a little while before the next update! We work on it whenever witty wants a break from her other writing stuff.

Meanwhile, the art I will be doing for this fic will be one art piece per chapter. But they’re all going to be animated in one way or another. I am not an experienced animator, and a lot of the things I’ll be doing with this are 100% experimental, and there wil be like 1937 mistakes, both in the progress and “final” piece. I consider this a challenge for myself, since I wanted that kind of practice.

Anyway, have fun reading, tell us what you think <3

oh and before you ask, yes, our lives are 100% dedicated to klance, we have nothing else.