Compilation doodles + Name explanations for the OC kids in the YOI Future!verse ABO AU
^ Literally the above, because I thought WAY too hard about these for legit months
(the twins were conceived in my mind back in DECEMBER and Arisa in
January >.>;;) and I want to rant about my reasoning for all of
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and the above are their kids.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t know any Russian or Thai and my
info comes from not-so-trustworthy Google-sensei though I did my best to
triple check from multiple sources including non-English ^ ^; I am however native and fluent in both Japanese and English and also consulted a Japanese linguist regarding my kanji choices ^ ^; If I made
any mistakes please be gentle, and also understanding that this is a
low-stress self-indulgent near-crack AU >.>;;;
Description: You reveal to your friends that no one except yourself has ever made you cum. Jin in particular finds this interesting and dares you and Jungkook to go to the sex shop down the street and purchase a sex toy, for your own benefit of course.
Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Taehyung, Jungkook x Taehyung (you know how truth and dare goes)
Basically: Taehyung is a cocky lil shit who features quite a lot. Jin is a mean lil shit and Jungkook is a very helpful lil shit ;)
Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (so much smut, like damn this was hot to write)
This fic includes: A brief boy on boy scene, swearing, alcohol, sex toys, explicit smut
Word count: 6k
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Jin practically howls with laughter, doubling over himself and nearly falling off the couch with laughter. You’re about to tell him off but Jungkook beats you to it.
“Shut up. It’s not that big of a deal.”
Jin sits up straight, looking down at Jungkook, who sits next to you on the floor, opposite Jin. He wipes the tears from his eyes, his laughter finally dying down. “Hey, don’t you think you should talk to me with a bit more respect?” He prods teasingly, but Jungkook doesn’t seem in the mood, his previous lighthearted spirit vanishing upon Jin’s insensitive comment.
Jungkook’s tone is excitingly stern, but not rude, “Yeah, I’ll show more respect when you show more respect to Y/N.”
You laugh, “Don’t worry about me, Jungkook. I don’t think I can take Jin very seriously, not when I highly doubt he’d even know how to make me or any other girl cum.”
The circle of friends in Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment erupt into comical ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.
“You got damn burned!” Jimin says, leaning over the bottles in the center of your various seated positions to high five you.
Klaus was a good friend to your parents for years and years. When they died, you were just 12 years old. There was no one else to look after you, so Klaus took you in like the child he never had.
It has been 9 years that he’s been taking care of you and those 9 years hasn’t been easy. You were constantly moving from place to place, unable to call any place your home. Until finally, Klaus settled into a small town called ‘Mystic Falls’. Klaus did run into a few problems here and there with the Salvatore brothers, but he always kept you out of it. The last thing he wants is to see you hurt. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
Soon, he had a mansion built for you and his family to live in. You finally got to meet Rebekah and Elijah, who were nothing but kind to you, but you were wondering when you would ever meet Finn and Kol. Eventually, Rebekah ended up getting daggered again which did upset you because she was like a sister to you.
You never understood why Klaus had a thing for daggering his siblings. The last time you brought up that subject, he said that it’s complicated and to not ask again. And so you obeyed.
Right now, Klaus & Elijah are having dinner with the Salvatore brothers about this whole ‘Elena’ situation with Klaus’s hybrids. Of course, since Klaus wants to keep you out of his mess, he advised you to stay in your room and not get involved, no matter what kind of ruckus you hear.
You’re currently in your room, sitting comfortably under the covers on your bed reading a book. The walls weren’t so thick because you can hear mumbles of all of the men exchanging words. It made you feel better knowing that no one is fighting and no one is getting hurt.
Minutes go by and you could’ve sworn you heard Rebekah’s voice. You closed your book, setting it on the bed and slowly got out of bed, walking towards your door while you tried listening in more. And that’s when you also noticed some unfamiliar male voices and Klaus yelling in pain.
You know that Klaus doesn’t want you involved but you couldn’t help but rush to him in aid. You care for him so much that you’re even willing to let him feed on you a little if he really needed it. He took care of you and you saw it as your obligation to return the favor.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his screams stop and you hear Elijah calmly say, “this is family business.”
Entering the dining room where everyone is, the first thing you see is Klaus leaning over the table, waiting for the pain to pass.
“Family business? What family business?! What’s going on?!” You shouted.
Everyone turns around to look at you. You noticed that Stefan and Damon were gone and you see two men. They looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
“Y/N please. Just go back to your room.” Klaus begged.
“No seriously, what are you guys doing to Nik. And who the hell are you two?” You scoffed at the two men.
Before they could get a word in, Elijah spoke. “My dear Y/N. This is Kol and Finn.” Elijah pointed at each one individually as he named them.
Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, what an awkward first way to meet them.
“Who might this be?” Finn asked.
“Yeah who the bloody hell are you? Nik’s girl?” Kol added, putting his hands on his hips. You glared at Kol’s remark, you never thought of Klaus in a romantic way. You always saw him as your guardian, your protector.
Elijah walked over to you. “It’s quite a long story. I assure you, I’ll explain it all to you later.” He put one hand on your back and the other leading to the stairs. “Come.”
Elijah took his time to tell you everything that was going on while Klaus and the rest of the siblings handled their issues. Eventually you understood that this family is flat out dysfunctional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You all even came to find out that their mother, Esther was alive as well. How odd.
Over this short amount of time, you didn’t exactly see Kol as a brother like you do, Elijah. You weirdly found him attractive, actually. You didn’t know if it was his looks or his wittiness, even though he is the wreck less Mikaelson sibling. Not knowing if he felt the same or not, you just kept it to yourself.
Today is the Mikaelson Ball. Klaus was kind enough to lend you his credit card to buy yourself the proper attire for tonight. Rebekah even went with you to shop and even helped herself to her brother’s credit card as well.
Finally, after trying on over 10 dresses, you’ve found the perfect one. It was a backless sequin mermaid floor length dress. The best part is that it hugged your body perfectly.
And of course, since Klaus loves spoiling you, he also hired someone to style your hair and work on your makeup in your bedroom. You were just enjoying being pampered.
You were finished getting ready before any of the guests arrived, so you walked downstairs anyways to await their arrival. Walking downstairs, sliding your fingers on the railing, you saw the hired butlers getting champagne glasses filled. You even saw Kol helping himself to a glass. You tried your best to make sure you didn’t step on your dress as you were taking each step, by holding it up a few inches. With three steps left until you’ve reached the flat ground, there was Kol with his hand reaching out to you.
At first, Kol only saw you as a mere roommate. But once he saw how stunning you looked in this very moment, it changed his entire perspective of you. He thought to himself how absolutely stunning you looked. His lips parted and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Now he felt like he just had to have you, even if he had to go through his brother Niklaus.
“I assumed you were in need of some assistance, Y/N.” Kol said to you.
You chuckled, grabbing onto his hand once you got closer. “Yeah I was struggling for a minute.” You let go of his hand once you reached the floor.
“So who might your escort be tonight?” Kol asked, then took a sip of his champagne, keeping his eyes on you, awaiting your answer.
“No one actually. Because no matter who it is, he’ll never be good enough for Klaus.”
“To hell with that bloody wanker.”
“Kol stop-” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.
“I’m only joking.” Kol put his hands up in defense. “See here, darling, I happen to not have a date as well. So do you mind?” He smiled at you.
“What?” You were shocked. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it. “I mean, really?” Kol Mikaelson wants you as his date for the ball? This can’t be happening. You must be dreaming.
“You best hurry before I change my mind, Y/N.” He joked.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll be your…um…date?” You didn’t know to question it or word it as a statement because you just couldn’t believe it.
Kol grabbed your right hand, saying, “Marvelous.” Then he slowly planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Your cheeks blushed red as you heard footsteps approach down the hall.
It was Niklaus that was here to ruin the moment. Oh no. “What is this?” He asked, not looking too happy at all.
You just froze, surprisingly being able to get a word out. “Klaus, we-”
“Y/N is letting me escort her to the ball. Perhaps you don’t mind.” Kol smirked, confidently walking towards the original hybrid.
Klaus had his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw, then revealed his crooked smile. He didn’t want to cause a scene today. “Hm… I thought you would at least choose a man that is more suitable for you.” He looked at you, then put one arm out straight to point at Kol.
Kol just glared at his older brother.
“Well according to you, no man is suitable for me. And technically, you could’ve taken Kol’s place, you know. But you’re too infatuated with that bitch, Caroline.” You spat. You’ve never liked Caroline for Klaus. She was always so rude to him, yet he was head over heels for her.
“Y/N, do not start with me.” Klaus growled. You know that your remark about Caroline would bother him and you didn’t care because he was being a hypocrite.
“Don’t judge me on my date and I won’t judge you on yours.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, wearing a straight face.
Klaus fell silent. He narrowed his eyes at you, then gave Kol the death stare and stormed to another room in the house to let off some steam.
“Well then, this night is off to a fantastic start.” Kol joked, in an attempt to ease the tension.
“I mean, am I right or am I right?”
Kol nodded his head in agreement, then grabbed a glass of champagne for you to cheers with him.
Finally the guests started arriving. Every few minutes, more and more arrived. And almost all of them were wowed by how ginormous the mansion is and the choice of decor for the occasion.
You stayed by Kol’s side while the both of you playfully voiced your opinions to each other about each guest that walked in. One of the things you do enjoy about Kol is that he doesn’t take everything seriously. He’s someone you can have fun with.
“Kol! Look Look!” You tapped him on the arm with your hand to look forward to get his attention because he got carried away on his smart phone. He was still getting the hang of using that device.
“Oooo who is it now?” He asked excitedly, putting his phone in his pocket.
“That’s that slut Elena and her Salvatore brothers. Klaus has told me all about her.” You said disgustingly.
“I bet they have threesomes. How fun.” Kol said, raising his brows up.
You gagged, almost choking on your champagne.
“You alright there, darling?” Kol laughed, patting you on the back.
“Thank you. Thank you for that comment. I almost just died because of you.”
After sharing laughs and even more champagne, you decided to excuse yourself to the ladies room. “I’ll be back, Kol.”
“No matter.” Kol replied.
“Do you mind?” You asked, handing him your champagne glass to hold onto until you come back. He responded with a nod, then you went on your way.
Coming back from the loo, you didn’t see Kol in his original spot, you figured he’d be back, so you just hung around waiting for him to return. You observed all of the guests having a great time and even spotted Klaus with Caroline. He was just so mesmerized by her. Gross.
What you didn’t notice is that every now and then throughout the night, Klaus would look around to check up on you, making sure you’re not getting into any trouble with Kol. He despised that the one person you happened to allow to escort you is Kol. He knows the ins and outs of his little brother and doesn’t think his intentions for you are good.
“I see your escort is not by your side.” You hear from behind you, so you turn around to see that it’s Elijah, the oh so noble steed.
“Oh yeah. He’s probably grabbing a bite, if you know what I mean.” Blood from a human’s neck is exactly what you meant.
“Certainly. And might I add, I’ve noticed that the two of you have become quite friendly this evening.”
“I mean, if you say so Elijah.” You shrugged your shoulders at Elijah’s opinion. You wondered why it concerns him because Elijah is the least judgmental out of all of his brothers. Maybe he’s just making small talk? Who knows.
“Well, I-” Before Elijah could get a sentence out, Kol pops up and disrupts.
“Ah there you are, Y/N. Am I interrupting?” Kol said half-aloud with that accent of his that you just die for. Instead of finishing his sentence, Elijah just ended up excusing himself.
Not a moment too soon, you see Elijah making himself known at the top of stairs. “If anyone could gather, please.”
You and Kol were the first ones at the stairs. Elijah waited until the rest of his siblings followed.
As you were minding your business watching everyone gather, out of nowhere Kol decides to snake his arm around your waist. It made your heart skip a beat and you surely hoped Kol didn’t hear it. You didn’t want him to know that he makes you nervous.
As Klaus was excusing himself from being by Caroline’s side, he did see Kol getting too touchy for his own comfort. It did infuriate him, making him tempted to snap Kol’s neck right there on the spot. But, Klaus, and all the rest of his siblings, know how important this ball if to their mother, Esther. So, Klaus chose to let this one go.
You turned your head while your eyes were scanning around the room and the moment you saw Klaus, you quickly moved Kol’s arm away from your waist.
Once Klaus and Rebekah finally made their way to join the three of you at the top of the stairs, Elijah made his speech inviting all of the guests to join in on The Waltz.
The guests followed to the ballroom, but you just stood in your spot, being left alone at the stairs. “Shit.” You said to yourself.
“You best mind your manners when it comes to Y/N. Do you comprehend?” Klaus growled at Kol as they were walking down the stairs.
“Don’t worry Nik, she’s safe with me.” Kol smiled and gave a wink.
Klaus wasn’t amused with his brother whatsoever, so he shot him a glare and stormed off to find Caroline.
Kol looked left and right after finally noticing that you’re nowhere near him. He looked behind him at the stairs and saw that you have a lost look on his face, so he rushed over to you.
“What’s the matter?” Kol asked, concerned that it was something serious.
“Um. This is embarrassing, but I don’t know how to Waltz or whatever. Nobody ever taught me.”
“Not to fret, darling. It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” Kol assured you, then picked up your hand, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Of course, you blushed bright red at his gesture.
The night ended amazingly. When the night was coming to an end, you and all of The Mikaelsons stood around to thank every guest for coming.
After all of the guests were finally gone, Klaus disappeared to his room to do god knows what. That’s when Kol decided to take advantage of the opportunity. You were about to leave to walk to your room, but Kol stopped you by lightly grabbing your wrist.
“Yes?” You were puzzled.
“I don’t mean to be a too much of a bother, but how about we pretend?” Kol flashed a grin.
“Pretend? Pretend what?” You chuckled at his suggestion. The word ‘pretend’ just brings you back to your childhood when you would use your wild imagination to ‘play pretend’.
“Seeing as we live under the same roof, allow me to walk you…to your bedroom.”
“This is really corny but okay.” As cheesy as you think this is, you can’t blame Kol because he was out of the loop for a hundred years. But, this gesture of his did make you feel some type of way.
Reaching your bedroom, the two of you were face to face under your door frame. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Instead of Kol kissing the back of your hand per usual, he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, then left elsewhere in the mansion.
This night ended up being better than you’ve ever anticipated.
This was such a struggle to choose, I have manyyyy 8th year fics that I love, but these are my top ten. Sort of. Except not entirely in order.
My favorite 8th year fics
• Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73k) ‘Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.’ (Aghh this fic is a classic, so well-written, the budding relationship between Drarry so intense and passionate, so many FEELS. I love it all.)
• Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (8.9k)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.
(The writing style in this is absolutely brilliant, it kills me. Harry is so ridiculously on point in this with his awkward dorky OBLIVIOUS self. I can’tttt.)
• The Standard You Walk Pastby bafflinghaze (46k) On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened. That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed. (One of my long-time faves! Harry and Draco are sweet and hilarious together in this but my heart breaks for Draco’s situation, so fluff and angst in spades!)
• And Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (21k) It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross. (I LOVE THIS FIC. It’s so cute, funny, and fluffy, but also sad, because a sad Draco always hurts. Harry is especially lovely, and yesss, kisses!)
• In Plain Sight by oldenuf2nb (37k)
Draco Malfoy had stopped believing his wishes would be granted long ago. He could perhaps be forgiven for being startled, then, when one of them came true. (All of this makes me want to scream because it’s heartbreaking and hurts so bad, but then the Drarry in is the sweetest thing ever, so it’s worth it.)
• Good Company by Greenflares (8.2k) With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry’s return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn’t exactly fun. Somehow, it’s his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane. (This fic is hilarious, Draco is melodramatic in that way I love for him, and they are so so sweet together. I just love this whole thing, it makes me smile.)
• The Owl Who Came For Christmas by dracogotgame (17k) Draco has a debt to pay off, no matter what Potter thinks. And he has a Very Good Idea to go along with it. Things don’t go as planned. (Harry is a total sweetheart who still can’t name things to save his life, owl!Draco is too precious, the writing is great, and all the fluffffff yessss.)
• Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k)
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.
(How amazing is this idea?? Draco’s reactions in this are absolutely adorable, his shy smile is my everything, and aghhh I love this one a lot.)
• The LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21k)
It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. (An old favorite! This one is really well-written, I love Drarry’s slow friendship in this one and the note-writing… and then there’s that scene. READ IT.)
• Talk to Me by Sara’s Girl (15k) When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story. (All the feels! Oh, I love this one. The writing is oh-so-good, the love story so sweet, so precious, and indeed quite different. I want more more more!)
Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. You can spot each other in any crowd just by the bond you share, and you communicate sometimes in your own language. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.
There will be three parts to this. Enjoy part one and please don’t forget to vote and give me feedback.
S A T U R D A Y
You can recall the many times you had the opportunity to tell Jungkook how you felt. There was the time during the twelfth grade trip when you both were sitting next to one another on the bus ride home, he made a blanket for you with his sweater and told you to lean on his shoulder as he attempted to sing you to sleep. He looked like an angel that night, you were both close to the point where you could have whispered to him that you liked him and kissed him.
There was that time when you carried him home when he got wasted for the first time, which he never did again, and he was so out of it you could have confessed to him without actually confessing. He was so drunk that he wouldn’t even remember it the next day, it would save you the embarrassment but the sadness would still be hanging over you.
The memories of all the times he had asked you who you liked came back to you. You really could have pointed to him, looked him in the eye and said, “you. I like you Jungkook.” But life isn’t always like they say in the movies to make things speed up, things like this took time, even four years or so worth of it.
❛❛im one of the brightest witches at this prestigious magic academy and ur a human who somehow got admitted and everyone knows u dont ACTUALLY have magic but cant prove it so they hate u for it but i actually like you??? and have a crush on u??????? our paths have just never crossed until ur class blew up n somehow we became class partners and– hold on what do you mean we fucked up this spell so we wanna fuck each other’s brains out??❜❜ AU
COUNT → 18.430
GENRE → smut
PAIRING → taehyung | reader
WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | mild cum play | explicit language | female masturbation (male if you squint) | oral sex | penetration | graphic dirty talk
NOTE → this was requested and inspired by @blueagust!!!!!! the idea went thru several stages and yelling over kkt but this is the final product :-D im sorry mom
You hated everyone
at this fucking academy.
It wasn’t just
that they always smelled like unicorn turds—and that wasn’t a compliment
because unicorns had the nastiest smelling shit in the entire universe—but they
were so arrogant and had this fucking superiority complex when it came to
humans. You were sure if they actually lived with them and in human
society instead of hidden away at some prestigious academy they wouldn’t pull
this bullshit in the first place, but they still despised them.
Or maybe it was
just one human they despised in particular.
Through her dense and detailed packed line drawings to her more focused ink brush pieces, Rhode Island based artist Heather Benjamin’s work is visceral, cathartic, and autobiographical. It offers a completely unapologetic and unflinching look into an artists’ own struggles with life, body image, self confidence, and sexuality. We find her and her art to be inspirational, honest and badass.
We recently ran into Heather at her booth at the LA Art Book Fair and caught up with her a few months later to ask about her art, her experiences at RISD, her influences, and her thoughts about her work and her life.
This is just a oral smut, but I hope you guys like it! <3
“I don’t understand
why we have to do this.” You complained with your arms crossed over your chest
as you stare ahead at both of your best friends. Each one of them looked back
at you, as if it was perfectly fine almost as if you were the one overreacting
about their request.
“Why not? It’s just to prove a point.” Yoongi shrugged
taking his cross arms and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.
“Yeah and the point is that my tongue is better.” Taehyung
almost glared at Yoongi, his fist almost balling up at the pure anger that was
welling up inside of him.
“Well then that’s why we are here. So that y/n can tell us
what she thinks. Because she owes it to us.” Yoongi deadpan stared at you a cynical
smirk appearing on his lips. “Unless she wants the rest of the boys to know
about her oral fetish.” Yoongi chuckled.
“YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!” You shouted slamming your
balled fists against the cushions as your whole body became painted in red.
“I did swear it, but you also swore to us that you would
always be here when we needed your help.” He reasoned turning the tables on
“You can go and get any girl. Why me?” You asked scratching
your head in frustration pressing your back against your couch cushions.
“That’s the perks of being a fucking friend, y/n. Best
friend at that because we don’t have too many. But if you don’t want to do it,
fine then we will go ask someone else.” Yoongi didn’t care he was one to say
what he needed and if you didn’t agree he was done trying, he didn’t beg too
hard and you had to learn how to deal with it.
You watched the both of them walk towards the front door
Yoongi grabbing at the knob, and for some reason you became full of anxiousness
and nerves all at once. Afraid that if they left, another one would be lucky to
feel what you had wanted to feel all these years. You were somewhat attracted
to your best friends, but you couldn’t act on it because you wanted all of
them. It was hard just choosing one and if that made you a slut so be it. And
when it came to lips, or tongues, or deep ass raspy voices both Yoongi and
Taehyung toped your lists with approval. And this whole stupid thing, started
behind someone asking your friends who would be better at head Taehyung or
Yoongi. Of course, both men tried to defend themselves and say why they thought
they were the best. Namjoon was on Yoongi’s side, Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side,
but Taehyung and Jimin were on Taehyung’s side and Jin was undecided. So, now
here you were the only one who could be the deal breaker. When you heard the request,
you sunk into your couch, it had been a hard day and all you wanted to do after
your long night shift was watch TV and forget about the species called humans.
But your best friends on the other hand didn’t think that you should have any
rest today. What would be so bad about seeing them both on their knees in front
of you? Being ever so eager to taste you, to get you off. You had spent countless
nights with your own fingers buried into your pussy slick with your spit and
juices imagining that it was them instead. With the door opening wide you
squirmed to get on your knees looking at them.
“N-no! Please.” You whined but Yoongi acted as if he didn’t
hear you stepping outside with Taehyung hesitating behind you. “YOONGI please!”
You shouted balling your first up into the back of the couch. “I.. I want to do
it! I’ll let you do it.” You jutted out your lower lip sinking into the
cushions a bit.
“You’ll do what?” Yoongi asked walking back into the door to
look down at you, his eyes holding a hint of excitement and uncertainty.
“You know.. Let you taste me.” You whispered the last part,
Yoongi took long strides to you gripping your chin within his fingers lifting
your head and your body followed instinctively as he searched your eyes.
“Speak up little girl, I didn’t hear you.” He cooed in a
deep somber voice, one that made your leg squeezing together as the heat was quick
to rush through your body.
“I said you can taste me!” You said a with a bit more
confidence, Yoongi smirked leaning down to crash his lips against yours taking
your breath away within seconds. He tilted his head to the side, sucking on
your bottom lip playing with the flesh until he got impatient, sliding his
tongue into your mouth he sucked on the pink muscle dominating the kiss. You
let out a string of moans against his lips trying to keep up with his motions,
his wet tongue locking with yours and flicking in the most sensual ways making
your heart skip beats, if he could do this with just a kiss then imagine what
he could do to your other lips.
Taehyung wasn’t happy that Yoongi was getting all your
attention. Shutting the door, he walked to stand behind you, pulling your hair
to break your heated kiss with Yoongi. He tilted your head back giving you
seconds to swallow air before he was kissing you instantly shoving his tongue
into your mouth. Taehyung was just as a sloppy kisser as Yoongi was. His nose
pressed against yours as your lips molded, his kiss was a bit more demanding
than Yoongi’s was who was just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He
had to admit to himself it was hot to see how you and Taehyung made out, he
could see your breast getting hard against your shirt and though he was sure
you had on a bra it was way too easy to tell that you were affected.
You kissed Taehyung until you were dizzy, your hand reaching
up to tap at his face gently, his tongue sweeping across the roof of your mouth
and over your teeth. He pulled back slowly letting you get more breath as he
looked down at your reddened lips. He smirked at himself, helping you turn
around to sit you on the couch he licked his lips getting on his knees.
“Who do you want to be first me or Yoongi?” He asked softly
stroking the inside of your bare thighs. You looked down at Taehyung who seemed
eager to go and prove himself to you, Yoongi on the other hand plopped down on
the couch and you could tell that he was in no hurry. You bit on your bottom
lip looking back at Taehyung leaning back starting to unbutton your shorts and
slide them down your legs.
“I want you Taehyung.” You said sensually as soon as your
shorts were off. You threw them on the ground beside Taehyung and he gave you a
boyish grin starting to pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. Yoongi
wasn’t really phased by your little act, he knew you wanted them both but he
would wait to leave you begging for more.
Taehyung was more than eager, he was licking up the inside
of your thighs kissing different spots to mark you with hickeys from his plump
lips. His brown hair looked so soft, brushing against your panties causing you
to lightly gasp. You didn’t know why you felt so jittery and alert, maybe it
was because you were about to get head from Taehyung or maybe because Yoongi was
watching you, maybe both. Taehyung pulled at your panties, and lifting your
hips you helped him take them off your body. He spread your legs wide making
you bend your knees as his hands held onto your shins. He leaned forward
looking up at you, his tongue darting out to slowly lick up and down your bare
pussy. You let out a tiny gasp, your hands running against the cushions of the
couch and your hips bucked lightly an instinct that you were trying to calm
down at the moment. Taehyung was pleased with this, his tongue repeated the
motion licking all over your outer lips. He kept his eyes on you, his tongue
dipping between your pussy lips, slowly he licked up and down your slit teasing
you but making sure he was tasting everything.
“You’re so wet for me already. Just imagine if I was to fuck
you.” Taehyung rumbled out, his voice deep because of the arousal in his system
even the air itself was something that was changing in the room. Taehyung let
his tongue move to lick against your clit long slow strokes against the bud
causing you to lift your hands up and run your fingers through his hair. Your
back arched, hips pressing against his face against as his tongue roamed around
your clit, your juices starting to drip onto his face. He let his lips around
wrap around your bud giving harsh sucks that you felt in your core. He slipped
his tongue from your clit letting his mouth cover your pussy as he shoved his
tongue inside of your warm pussy. Taehyung moaned at your taste, his nails
digging into your flesh as he moved his head side to side, letting his thick
tongue press deep inside of your pussy. Taehyung made his tongue curve,
vibrating it slightly against your core searching for that one spot that would
make you lose your mind. He continued to let his eager tongue press against
your wet pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until he heard the change
of your voice. How your back arched as your hands tightened in his hair. You
pulled him closer to you, letting your hips press hard against his face. He let
you, drinking up your juices eagerly thrusting against your spot even though
your essence was all over his chin. Your stomach tightened up it felt so good
to feel his wet pink tongue fucking your pussy. Taehyung was skilled, he had
your lower stomach tightening and your eyes drifting shut as your cries got
louder for him, your body moving to slump over a bit.
“Taehyung! I’m going to cum, please god don’t stop fuck-
right there!” You rode his face against the couch your toes curling as the hot
white flames danced against your skin. Your back arched up and your voice rang
out his name as your pussy tightened around his tongue and you came for him
giving all your essence to him. Taehyung dug his face deeper against your pussy
swirling it so that he could suck up your cum and clean you up. He pulled back
from you after slowing his tongue down giving a lazy smile as he licked his
lips. He waited for you to settle down as he kissed on your skin.
“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly letting his nails ease
up from your skin.
“It was fucking amazing.” You breathed out slightly, your
pussy was quivering and still dripping from how you felt. Taehyung leaned forward
to brush his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth so that you
could kiss him back before he was pulling back once again. He gave a cocky
smirk in Yoongi’s direction who seemed unimpressed waiting for him to get up
and go sit on the couch. Yoongi sat up, pushing himself off the couch he walked
over to you standing in front of you.
“Are you ready for daddy to make you feel like a real woman
little girl?” He asked and naturally his voice was deep but right now, you
could feel the juices just dripping from your pussy as he watched you. Nodding your
head, you bit on your bottom lip, slowly spreading your legs wider for him.
“Yes daddy, I want you to eat me until I can’t move.” You
chewed on your lip wanting to tease him back because you wanted him to leave
Yoongi gave a smirk, dropping to his knees slowly he leaned
forward looking at you. He let his hands slide up to grab at your hips jerking
you forward to press your ass cheeks against the edge of the couch. You gasped
slightly, watching as he leaned attacking your heat with his lips. He nibbled
on your clit his hair brushing against your lower stomach as he attacked your
pussy. His mouth moved fast sucking on your clit his head pressed against your
center. He had you shaking in the position you were in; your hands were already
gripping tightly at his hair pulling on the black locks. It felt too good, your
voice wavering as he ate you out. He let his tongue pull back to lick up and
down your clit, a harsh and thick tongue against your slit. He shoved his
tongue into your wet entrance and you swore you heard him release some sort of
a chuckle. Looking up at you with dark eyes he pulled your hips closer to his
face not letting you escape as his tongue danced against your walls.
“Y-Yoongi. P-please!” You were spent, you could feel your
pussy tingling from how his tongue jammed against your spot taking him a few
thrusts to find it. He let his tongue vibrate inside of you, curving and
flattening tasting all your nectar. His dark eyes unraveled you, made you feel
exposed and so naked though you still had on your top. Yoongi used his hands to
move you back and forward to ride his face, his chin and mouth becoming covered
with your juices. He didn’t care, he was determined to make you lose your mind,
he couldn’t get enough of your cries how your hands pulled at his hair tighter,
how you were arching your back and squirming, as if you were trying to push his
head away and get more from him at the same time. Your body was spent he could see
it, he decided to make slurping noises, taking all of you juices. He let his
hands dig into your hips he lifted them up a bit, causing your upper body to
lay back until he was pressing one knee down against the floor tilting you
upwards. He moved one of his thumbs to rub at your clit, his thumb stroking at
your clit in a circle harsh and quick. Your hips wiggled and you felt your stomach
tighten again for the second time that day.
“HOLY FUCK!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you
came on his tongue. You thought that Yoongi was going to stop but instead he
continued to let his tongue play with your pussy, moaning and growling against
your skin. He let his free hand slap at your ass cheek turning it red, your
breath hitched and your hands pulled harder at his hair, the overstimulation
setting in your system as he continued to taste you. Your eyes rolled back lips
hanging open as he continued to devour your pussy tapping his thumb against
your clit. Your hips jerks and jolted a third orgasm rippling through your body
once again. Yoongi slowly let his tongue relax on the inside of you before he
was pulling back from your pussy letting your hips rest on the couch. You were
spent, taking deep breaths as your shirt stuck to your body. Hair plastered
against your face, limbs twitching as you started to come down from your high.
Yoongi licked his lips in front of you. You were going to sit up to say
anything, instead he leaned over you and grabbed at your hair crushing his lips
against yours before he pulled back.
“Don’t say anything, just repay me with your tongue next time.”
He winked at you pulling back. “Do we really need her to tell us who is good?”
Yoongi asked Taehyung as he rolled his head side to side.
“Well..” You stated sitting up looking at the both of them.
“I think you both are very good at what you do. And I would
say that you both have your own talents when it comes to giving head and
pleasing me. But maybe you should ask Hoseok why he is my favorite when it
comes to giving head.” You watched as both of their mouths dropped open and
grabbing at your shorts and panties you walked towards your room as the
questions started up.
@avengerstories - thank you for editing this on your phone, you’re the real hero today
Forty Minutes Later
Bucky clutches his chest, trying to remove a dagger that isn’t really there. It feels like it is though. The look on your face before he left your apartment put it there.
It had to be done.
It had to be done.
No matter how many times he has repeated those words, his makeshift mantra, they don’t make him feel any better. How could they when he just did the one thing he never wanted to do? He broke your heart.
Summary: You explain everything to Kathryn after faking your way through the rest of the convention. Back in Vancouver, you and Jared have to have a serious talk about the future of your pregnancy Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Kathryn Newton Words: 4.6k Warnings: pregnancy, angst, smut Beta: @blacksiren
Aizawa is one of the cleverest, most
underrated characters in BnHA, and I’m not just saying that because
he’s voiced by Suwabe and therefore immediately on Lethey’s Love
List. This is a guy that sort of drags himself through life, doing
good deeds without seemingly getting a lot of satisfaction from
it. He’s almost an anti-hero even though he’s more pure than several
of the other characters in the series. So let’s break him down.
Out of the Limelight
Aizawa is an ‘underground’ hero. He
avoids the media, he stays out of all the flashy stuff and really,
the only reason people like Izuku know his name is because, well,
Izuku is a massive nerd. As a hero, but also personality-wise, Aizawa
is a clear foil for All Might. One is always smiling, embracing fame
to become a symbol of peace that stops villains everywhere from even wanting to start shit. He’s super flashy, cares deeply about appearance
and also he’s just… huge and muscular. Eraserhead, meanwhile, has a
resting bitch face, looks like he hasn’t showered in days, wears
basic black pyjamas wherever he goes and he shrinks back from
attention like a vampire seeing the first rays of the sun. This
contrast extends to their fighting style. All Might is all about
power and speed. He’s an all-rounder that overwhelms his opponents
with a super-quirk. Meanwhile, Aizawa is an incredibly specialised
hero that needs a clear strategy and an extensive knowledge of
martial arts to even stand a chance. In many ways All Might is to
Aizawa what Izuku is to Shinsou, someone blessed with overwhelming
power and therefore hard to deal with. It’s not really that difficult to
see why they don’t get along very well.
(spoilers from the manga under the cut)
(also this stuff is just really long ok) (I have many feels)(and many
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Pietro being a little shit, Bucky being annoying
A/N: You guys wanted Bucky’s pov so I’m giving you Bucky’s pov. I hope you like it :) Have any of you watched Rupaul’s Drag Race? What do you think about season 9? Who’s your fav so far? I like Shea Coulee, Nina Bo’nina Brown, Aja, Peppermint but my number 1 is definitely Farrah Moan. I don’t really like Trinity Taylor so far though.
“Movie night!” Tony’s voice rang throughout the building. “I have taken the liberty of choosing a movie already.”
Everyone filed into the living room, sitting down where open spots were. Nat and Bucky sat next to each other on the couch opposite of you while Pietro plopped down beside you, wrapping his arm behind you on the sofa.
“What movie is it?” Steve questioned.
“A little something I like to call ‘How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days’.” Tony smiled as he clicked play on the movie. Everyone groaned.
“We watched this last week.” Wanda spoke.
“And we’re watching it this week as well.”
“Someone else needs to pick a movie for movie night. It can’t always be you, Tony.” Nat laughed, curling up next to Bucky.
Tony rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to Steve, opting not to respond to the red head. 20 minutes into the movie, Natasha scoots towards Bucky. He lifts his arm, allowing Nat to cuddle up to him even more. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her ever so close to him. Bucky kisses Nat’s temple all while looking directly at you.
The super soldier felt his heart break when he saw a flash of hurt in your eyes.
Is she okay? Why does she look so sad? Was it Pietro? If he did anything to Y/N..
He was pulled from his thoughts when Pietro placed a pillow on Y/N’s lap and laid down. Her hands instantly go to his hair, fingers threading the blonde locks. Bucky felt his body tense up at the sight. He remembers when you would run your fingers through his hair after he had a nightmare or even when you two were just hanging out.
“I love when you run your fingers through my hair, my love.” Pietro sighed happily, loud enough for Bucky to hear. He gripped the couch when he heard you giggle.
Bucky doesn’t know why he was feeling this way. He had Nat. There’s no way he liked you.. Right? No. Absolutely not. You were just his friend. Natasha was the whole package. He looked down at Nat who was under his arm and smiled. But his smiled faded all too fast when he looked back at you and Pietro, seeing him making you giggle even more.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Some of us are trying to watch a movie.” he glared directly at Pietro.
The two of you look over at him and Pietro smirked. “Then watch it.”
“I can’t when you keep making Y/N laugh.” the brunette snapped.
“Hearing Y/N laugh is a problem? I think her laugh is music to my ears.” he smiled, knowing how angry he was making Bucky.
“Do that some other time.” Bucky was trying to keep his cool and trying not to cause a scene but judging by how everyone was looking at him, it was clear that he had made a scene.
“When you love someone-”
“Oh shut up!” Bucky cut Pietro off. The blonde opened his mouth to say something back until you slapped your hand over his mouth to shut him up.
“Stop it.” you mutter. “C’mon, Piet. Let’s go to sleep.”
You nudge him with your knee and he stands up, offering his hand to you which you gladly take. Bucky watches as you leave the room and his mouth opens and closes. He wanted to tell you to stay, to come sit next to him, but he didn’t.
When he heard your door shut, he leaned back into the couch, closed his eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.
He spent the next day lying in bed with Nat. It was a lazy day for the team. It was good to get some down time.
“Bucky.” Nat said softly as her fingers traced his arm.
“Hmm?” he hummed in response. All he’s been thinking about was you. He had no idea why. And now that Pietro was here, being all clingy and shit, it wasn’t helping.
“Is something wrong?”
He gives her a confused look. “Why would there be something wrong?”
Nat shrugged. “You’ve just been acting a bit weird ever since Y/N found out about us.”
“I was just scared that she’d tell everyone.” he murmured.
“We told everyone we were dating a couple of days ago, Bucky and you’re still being weird. Like, what was that last night?” the red head moved to sit up. Bucky copied her actions.
“What was what?” he knew what she was talking about but played dumb.
“You going off on Pietro. He didn’t even do anything.” she replied.
“He was making Y/N laugh.”
“So? Steve’s laughed during a movie and you’ve never gave him shit for it.”
“It was disrupting the movie, Nat. The movie that I was trying to watch.” he tried his best not to roll his eyes because if he did, she’d murder him.
“Wanda and Tony have disrupted plenty of movies - I have too and not once have you said anything. Something’s wrong. I know you don’t really like Pietro but you usually ignore him.” she says and she’s right. Bucky would usually ignore Pietro whenever he was over. So why was last night any different?
Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Natasha. I just got irritated, alright?”
“Is this because him and Y/N are a thing now? Are you mad that she might be replacing you with him?” Nat questioned and Bucky gave her a look.
“What do you mean by ‘thing’? They’re not together. There’s no way in hell that they’re together.” his voice raised as he spoke. Y/N would never date Pietro. He knew she wouldn’t.
“I wouldn’t doubt it.” she shrugged. “They make a cute couple.”
Bucky’s jaw tenses. “No they don’t.”
Natasha knits her eyebrows together. “What’s wrong with you, seriously? You can’t be happy for Y/N? She’s getting over that asshole she used to like.”
“Pietro is an asshole.”
Natasha rolled her eyes at the super soldier but before she could reply, the door opened, revealing Y/N and wow did she look beautiful.
She looks beautiful everyday, what am I thinking?
“Hey guys.” you say softly, eyes wandering between Bucky and Nat.
“Hey snooka.” Nat greeted. Y/N gives her a little smile before turning to Bucky.
“Sorry if I interrupted something but I was wondering if you still had those coupons for free milkshakes?” you tilt your head in the most adorable way and Bucky smiled.
“Yeah, I do. Why? You wanna go get some milkshakes?” he couldn’t hide the excitement in him. Just the thought of hanging out with Y/N for the day made him so happy. The last time you two had hung out together was the day at the zoo and that didn’t go so well. He still doesn’t know why you broke down crying.
“Umm.. I was gonna take Pietro with me. We don’t want to stay in the building all day.” you say, biting the inside of your cheek.
His eyes went dark and he clenched his hands. Getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing, not a Y/N and Pietro thing.
“Uh, well here.” he digs around in his drawer before pulling out the coupons. Bucky stood up and walked around his bed to hand over the papers. “I can come if you want. We haven’t hung out together in a while.”
You bit your bottom lip. “No, it’s fine. You stay here with Nat, maybe some other time.” you take the coupons from his hand. “Thanks Bucky.”
He watches as you walk out of his room and over to the elevator where Pietro was waiting for you. The blonde makes eye contact with Bucky and smirked as he draped his arm around your shoulders before entering the elevator.
kookies-and-myrok asked: Hello, sweets! I love your writing and I’m not just saying that Lol i always get excited when you post smt, anyways do you write parent au’s? If you do can I get a BTS reaction about what they would be like as a single parent? If not then its okay! Keep up the great work 💜
This doesn’t necessarily work as a reaction, but I can do a little like… bullet drabble or whatever on this. Either way, very doable. - Admin Dayna
There’s like… this anime called Amaama to Inazuma (a.k.a. Sweetness and Lightning) which is basically about a single father who raises his daughter to the best of his abilities but he can’t cook as well as his wife (who passed away). I see Single Parent!Jin being like that… except in Jin’s case he can actually throw down in a kitchen
Lots of love and affection
Smothers his baby girl with kisses before dropping her off to daycare and after picking her up
The daycare moms thirst after him bOI
His cookies sold out the fastest at the school bakery
Partially because Daycare Moms are trying to give him the succ
Mainly because his cookies are bomb asf
He got hoes
Reads/sings his daughter to sleep at night religiously
Chocolate covered Strawberries while they watch cartoons together
Shed a single tear in the beginning of Finding Nemo evRYTIM
Was literally floating on air for like a month because his daughter told him he was the “handsomest appa”
Tries really hard to scold his baby girl
Can’t look her in the face when he does it because she’s too damn cute
Puppy Dog Eyes work every once in a while tbh
Will cAUSE A FUCKING SCENE IF HE EVER HEARD SOMEONE WAS BULLYING HIS CHILD
Dad jokes, fucking duh.
Picture this: Yoongi is chilling, right? Lounging on the sofa, watching some psychological mystery film or whatever emo shit he watches. His face is pretty indifferent. He’s unbothered asf. His right arm is covered in scribbles and squiggles. His 7 year old son is currently surrounded by markers, casually doodling on his dad’s arm.
Lets his son choose whatever toys he wants
If his baby boy wants a nerf gun, he’ll get a nerf gun.
If his baby boy wants a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv, he’s getting a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv.
Also lets his kid wear whatever he wants
Supports the creative and imaginative endeavors of his child
Does not support coloRING ON THE WALL YOU LIL DEMON BABY
Sometimes stares at his child and thinks “whose mans is this?”
Also looks at his child and thinks “that’s the love of my life”.
One time considered redecorating his closet just so that he can hang a bunch of mirrors on the wall so that whenever his child does something stupid, he can sit him in that closet and close the door so that he can look at his reflection and reevaluate his 7 years long life.
Hey do you have any tips for someone starting out as a fan fiction writer?
I don’t know if those will be relevant or helpful at all, but here we go:
Write for yourself.
This will always be my number one advice.
When you write, you put a piece of yourself out there. And yourself cannot please everyone. There’s a reason why I say I write because I can’t afford a therapist and it’s right there. You write for yourself first and foremost, because you enjoy it, because it allows you to escape, or to express something. Writing is incredibly personal, so don’t let others influence you too much.
Don’t write for the hits, the kudos or the comments. Write for yourself.
Learn how to write a summary.
Ok. That’s highly hypocritical of me because writing a summary is my ultimate weakness. I’m terrible at them. What I usually do is pick out a few sentences that are enough to pique the reader’s interest without revealing too much of the intrigue.
Don’t write “I’m terrible at summaries, the story is better” or something like that. Don’t ask for kudos and comments in your summary. It puts people off.
Check, double-check and triple-check.
There is no best way to make me click on the back button than a story full of grammatical mistakes. English is a rich enough language that you can try to play with it and bound the rules a little, but knowing the difference between “you’re” and “your” is a must, even for the most unconventional writers.
Same for the tense: it’s either past tense or present tense, not both.
Dialogue must be clear. Two rules: your reader needs to know who said what to whom and only one speaker by paragraph.
If you’re not sure about something, don’t be afraid to ask and if you can’t ask, Google is your friend. And use a spell checker.
If you can get yourself a beta, it’s even better!
Your writing will never be 100% mistake-proof but there are some mistakes more easily forgivable than others.
Respect the original characters.
In fanfiction, you are working with characters who already exist beyond yourself. They already have existent traits that make them who they are and that are a big part of why people love them so much. Of course, you can play with them, you can add a few of your own, but try to stay true to the original character.
People read fanfiction because of the original work, rarely because they stumbled onto it hazardously. They are here for the characters. They will stick around if you write them respectfully.
And please, do not change canon queer characters’ sexuality.
If there’s a major character death, tag Major Character Death. If there’s anything whatsoever that could trigger someone, fucking tag it.
Otherwise, you are very free in your choice of tags (my tags are all over the place, let’s be real) but try to at least use some that would catch a potential reader’s attention.
Don’t spoil your story in the tags, though.
Have a plot.
Have at least a few scenes and the main intrigue outlined before you start writing.
It’s always better to begin with the end in mind. It makes for a more compelling and coherent plot.
Choose a point of view and stick to it.
There is nothing more confusing than a scene written with two, or more, different points of view.
If you choose to go with one character’s POV, stick to it until the end of the scene and don’t switch randomly unless your new point of view brings something to the plot, a new perspective or an insight into a character’s mindset. Even then, do not change back. Finish the scene with that character, not the first one.
Do your research.
For the love of Magnus Babe, if you’re writing about a sensitive subject or something you know nothing about, if you’re writing smut (especially gay sex) for the first time, if your character gets badly injured and you’re not a damn doctor yourself, even if you’re writing about a country you’ve never been to: do your research.
If writer’s block hits, take a break.
It will happen. It’s frustrating and we all hate it, but it will happen.
Don’t try to force yourself to write then. Take a break. Go for a walk. Listen to some music. Re-read something else you’ve written or something by someone else that you really loved. Write something random, about your day, about something entirely different from the story you’re working on. Eat something you love. Just keep your mind off of it for a while.
If inspiration doesn’t come back, skip that paragraph and go back to it later.
Interact with your readers.
Reply to comments, DMs, asks on tumblr, etc. Whether you have 2, 20, 200 or 17000, acknowledge your readers. They’re the reason why we do what we do, and we owe them a lot.
Try to update regularly.
This is a complicated one, and I’m the first one to forget about that rule.
The chance that I have is that I now have an audience that follows me from story to story and that is willing to bare with my fucked-up updating schedule.
You won’t have that chance when you’re just starting, so a good way to secure an audience and keep them interested in your story is to update regularly. It’s hard, but if you’ve got a few chapters written in advance before you start posting, it’s manageable.
Just start writing
Don’t overthink it.
Don’t try to come up with the most complicated plot. Just write what you want to write. If you’re willing to write it, there’s a high chance someone will be willing to read it.
What people find compelling and interesting doesn’t necessarily mean new and 100% original. We all love some good old prompts even though we’ve read different versions of it a hundred times before.
Just write whatever you want to write, and see where it goes from there.
Writing is hard. It takes practice and patience. There is something incredibly rewarding about writing fanfiction, though. The interaction with your readers is immediate and receiving a positive comment makes all the hard work worth it.
So, practice. Have patience. Hold on in there, and most importantly: have fun!
Obviously, there was a lot to unpack from the Bellarke Beach Scene 2: Hugless Boogaloo, but what I thought was most interesting was what it tells us about Bellamy’s emotional status. The line I think was most telling was It’s pathetic, right? She hates me but I keep coming back for more because there’s just so much desolation in those two sentences, starting with it’s pathetic. That line lands like a value judgment on himself– he is pathetic for still loving his sister, despite her hatred of him. It also speaks to his feelings of helplessness, both with Octavia and with their larger situation: there is not a goddamn thing he can do to make his sister forgive him or stop the end of the world, but he’s still going to keep trying. But even though he’s not giving up, he also sort of has– he’s given up on the idea of surviving, really. He’s got faith in Clarke (and Raven), but the cynic inside of him keeps whispering there’s no surviving this so he’s decided he’s just going to do his best to make things right.
And where things stand right now, there’s two important people in his life: Clarke and Octavia. Other people matter to him, of course, but those two women are his primary concern. Things are pretty good with Clarke and pretty terrible with Octavia, so when faced with the choice of “where to go from here” he chooses Octavia because Bellamy doesn’t want to die with her hating him. He knows that still might happen but he has to at least try to fix it, even if it seems pointless. He could have chosen Clarke and gone over to Science Island and spent his last few weeks on earth with someone who trusts him and loves him and supports him, but that would mean sacrificing any chance to put things right with Octavia.
And make no mistake: Bellamy does not see them coming out of this alive. He thinks this is the end, and that’s part of what is hanging over his head when he says it’s pathetic. Because he’s not just talking about returning to Octavia for more abuse, he’s talking about how he’s spent the last nine months fighting to keep everyone alive, often at great cost to his own moral values, only for everyone to die anyway. He hasn’t reached Jasper’s level of nihilism and I honestly doubt he will, but there is a certain fatalistic attitude leaking through in this scene that punches me in the gut. He feels pathetic and pointless, and so all that’s left is to try and get his sister to love him before they die.
But there is one thing left to tell Clarke, and that’s how he feels about her. Guys, when he says Clarke, if I don’t see you again, there’s really only one way to end that sentence. He has made it clear he loves her through his actions time and time again– letting her go in 216, going after her in 302, telling her he doesn’t want to be angry with her in 313, trusting her in 315 and 316, being there for her at her absolute lowest in 403– but he’s never actually said it. It’s literally the last thing left to do, and standing next to her on that beach, he really does think it could be the last time he sees her, and not just because of praimfaya.
It’s because over the course of the last few days, Bellamy has thought his sister died and watched their best hope for surviving the apocalypse go up in flames. And in the course of the previous twelve hours, he thought Clarke was dead and/or that he would watch her die twice. Clarke might not make it back before the radiation hits, or she might die from a stray arrow or an ambush or 400 other things that could go wrong. He knows that life is uncertain in their world and he’s not sure he’ll ever see her again. Thanks to Echo, Bellamy knows what it feels like when someone you love dies with things unsaid, so he steels himself for what is about to be a painful admission because he knows he loves her and he knows she loves him, but he also thinks Clarke doesn’t love him in the same way. He’s not planning on telling her this because he thinks she’ll reciprocate, he’s planning on telling her he loves her because that’s all there is left to do.
But Clarke stops him. First of all, guys, she fucking knows what he’s about to say. They just spent an entire episode being Drift Compatible as fuck, and she just said she’ll see how special you are which is a weird fucking thing to say about someone’s sibling (I don’t really need to see how special my brother is; I need to remind him of how we used to play chicken while sledding and I won every fucking time because he’s a goddamn chicken) so you cannot tell me she would have been surprised if he said I love you. Clarke was talking about her feelings for Bellamy here and pretending it was about Octavia because right now, feelings are painful for Clarke. (If you’re special wasn’t a significant admission for Clarke she wouldn’t have broken eye contact after she said it.) She’ll see how special you are is as close to I love you as Clarke can get at the moment, and I do think that if Bellamy was wavering (do I tell her I love her? Or do I leave that unsaid because she’s not ready to hear it?) having Clarke tell him he matters was all he needed to decide.
Except Clarke sees where this is going and stops him, but not just because hearing Bellamy Blake say I love you when she’s still a tangled mess of grief and fear would be too much. She stops him because she knows he’s saying it because he’s giving up hope, but she hasn’t yet. She believes they can survive this so there’s no need for last minute love confessions. In Clarke’s mind they have a future, and letting Bellamy say this might be the last time I see you so you need to know I love you is just too painful to contemplate. Bellamy was ready to say goodbye, but Clarke isn’t.
I’m honestly not sure if Bellamy would have said it anyway if Roan hadn’t interrupted them. He wasn’t looking convinced, at any rate, and I suspect if Roan hadn’t blown the Time Out From Feelings Whistle, Bellamy would have gone through with it. Not because he doesn’t consider Clarke’s feelings important, but because he’s desperate. This is it: the finish line is approaching, so make your peace and get ready for whatever comes next.
But Clarke didn’t stop Bellamy because she didn’t want to hear that he loves her; she stopped him because in her mind, there’s still time. It wasn’t “If you love me I’d rather die not knowing,” it was “Please don’t say goodbye to me because I haven’t given up hope.” Clarke is an expert at last-minute love confessions but she’s not ready to say they’ve reached that point. She has hope that there will be time later to talk about this, so she doesn’t say I don’t want to hear it she says we’ll talk about this later. Because Clarke has decided there will be a future for Bellamy, whether he believes in it or not.
Movie nights with Harry were always the same. He would
come to your house or you would go to his and he would be all excited and happy
that he would spend the night with you and with a good movie as well. He was
the one who had a say in which movie you would watch and you were perfectly
fine with that.
On the other hand, you would always choose what snacks
would keep your tummies full during the movie. Pizzas, ice cream, popcorn and other
fattening items were always the first options. This made Harry feel a bit odd,
because he was used to eating healthy most of the time. But with you, this was
not the case.
Of course, your movie spots would be ready some time
ago in order not to waste any time when the movie would start. Your spot was
the same every night; on the couch, with many cushions, especially when the
movie was a horror one so that you had something to shelter your eyes when a
horrifying scene came up on the screen. Blankets were also surrounding you two,
to protect you from the cold of the winter when it was winter. Harry would
always make a cheeky remark such as “Why do yeh need this blanket? I am here to
make yeh warm” or “Isn’t my body warm
enough fo’ yeh pet?”. These comments would instantly plant a smile on your
During your movies, Harry was the watcher and you were
the sleeper. Most of the time. You hated the fact that sleep was just around
the corner for you because that meant that Harry would make fun of you at least
for a week. For Harry though, you being the sleeper, was something he always
took advantage of. It was the perfect time to admire you. How your eyes rested
perfectly closed and how your long eyelashes decorated your upper cheeks so
delicately. His next stop, was your lips. He would stare at them for a good
amount of time, considering every single detail; from the colour of them to how
they would taste on his.
One of his favourite things to observe while you were
asleep, was how your chest rose and fell, with every breath you would take. He didn’t
understand why he liked it so much to see you breathe while asleep but what he came
near as a reason was that it relaxed him. Your steady inhales and exhales and
how tranquil you looked, made him the exact same way. Like he had no problems. Like,
even if he had some problems, he would be strong enough to solve them or at
least learn. In other words, you were his source of strength and he loved you
for that as well.
There were a few nights when Harry would fall asleep
and you would continue watching the movie. But that hardly ever happened and
you were used to your movie nights being like this. As you were reminiscing you
felt that this time it would be different. Heck, you didn’t even know if there would
be a movie night tonight. All thanks to an argument between you two.
were waiting for Harry to arrive to your house for your movie night. It was
11:45 by now, and Harry was never late. Especially when it came to his best
beyond worried so you rang Niall. You knew that Niall and Harry were the
closest out of the other lads so you thought that maybe he knew where Harry was
or what had happened in general.
this?”, Niall’s voice spoke through the speaker.
Niall. It’s me, Y/N. Sorry if I woke you up but do you have any idea where
Harry is? His phone has probably shut down and I can’t reach him. I am so
worried here”. Before he had the chance to reply, a really deep voice spoke in
the background. You could recognize this voice any time.
what Niall? Screw it. I am sitting here, all worried and he just decides to
disappear. Let him be then. Enjoy your night guys and thanks for trying to help”.
You were frustrated.
it is not wha-“. Before Niall could explain you had hung up. You felt
humiliated. Betrayed either. You thought that Harry would at least call to tell
you that your movie night was cancelled or something. You would be pissed
because you loved your movie nights, but you would appreciate the fact that he
would be straightforward with you. But this? This was ridiculous.
were sitting down to relax a bit, frantic knocks were directed to your door.
open up. Please. I need to explain to yeh”. Yeah now he wanted to explain.
the door, but you didn’t let him come into your apartment. His eyes scanned
your face to understand what you were feeling, and the realisation hit him
hard. His eyes also fell upon your spots, which were already prepared to
welcome two bodies as they were always eager to.
“I don’t want
to keep you back from your lads’ night. I have to thank you though! For notifying
me and for not having me worried sick! Just the fact that you thought you had
your best friend waiting and you decided to let her know you would be absent,
is really appreciative!”. Sarcasm was dripping with every single word you spoke.
Harry’s eyes soon fell to the ground.
“I know I should’ve
called yeh and notify yeh but when I went to Niall’s house, it was still early
and I was positive I would make it! But the conversation just kept going and I lost
track of time while he helped me solve this problem I have! Yeh have to believe
me Y/N!”. He was at the verge of yelling and crying out of desperation all at
“And I am
sure I have no idea what that problem of yours is as well! Harry I thought we
were best friends. I thought I was there for you to rely on and help you
through your problems! That’s what we always did remember? What changed?”, you
were trying to remain calm but it was very hard.
“Y/N yeh can’t
understand! I couldn’t tell yeh wha’ my problem was just yet!”. The fact that
he was getting angry, pissed you off even more! You had the right to be angry
not him, right?
problem is so important that you can’t share it with me Harry? I don’t
understand you anymore!”. That was it. You were officially pissed.
that I am in love with yeh damn it! I needed a piece of advice on how to let
yeh know! There! Now yeh know!”. Whoa. Where did all of this come from? You never
imagined that Harry would have such feelings for you.
your brain suddenly forgot how to function.
“Yeh know wha’?
I know yeh don’t feel the same way. That’s why I didn’t want yeh to know. Because
now things will be complicated and awkward between us!”. He said broken. Before
you could protest or even call after him, he was already out of your door.
Now, here you were, waiting for Harry to come to your
house for your famous movie night. Since the night he confessed his love to
you, you called him but he never picked up. On the third day, he decided to be
courageous and talk to you. The only thing you asked him was if he would come
today for a movie night. Harry’s response came out bitterly because he lost
hope but he said yes nevertheless. He wanted you to be part of his life even as
a friend; no matter how much this killed him.
You, though, invited him to a movie night as a camouflage.
You wanted to see him. Talk to him. This was the only way.
Just then, you heard his knocks on your door. Now or
“Hello Harry. Come inside”, you said casually and he
thought for a moment how insensitive you were. But he regretted it as soon as
this thought came. What really caught him off guard though was the fact that
your spots were not prepared and there were not any snacks on the table.
“Y/N where are all our movie night stuff?”, he asked
“You really thought I am that heartless? You confessed
your love to me and I would just invite you for a movie night? I thought you
knew me better than that”, you were slightly offended but you remembered why
you told him to come to your house in the first place.
“No, yeh are right love. Yeh are not heartless and I am
a fool for even considering it.”. Relief washed over you that he didn’t think
of you as a heartless being.
“Then why did yeh call me for pet?”. As his nicknames
for you made their reappearance, you knew that this was the perfect time.
“For this”. Before he could comprehend what was
happening, your lips were on top of his and you felt yourself explode. How could
you be so blind to your real feelings for Harry all this time? A kiss was the
perfect way to find out obviously.
Harry felt incredible. Not only was he kissing you,
the girl he loved for so long, but he knew you loved him too. He could feel it
from the way your whole being was responding to him.
“I think now you know the solution to your problem”,
you smiled sheepishly and he touched his forehead on yours before the next
words left his lips.
“I know that yeh love me. And this is the solution to
me every problem baby”, he said and then kissed you again, trying not to waste
any more time.
Here it is! The one shot I have been preparing! This is the longest I have ever written and I would love to hear from you guys! I really hope you like it as much as I do! Remember that you can ask me anything you want, or even message me! Happy reading!
In a parallel universe if you were left in charge to write a SasuSaku movie about how Sasuke and Sakura's travels and how they got together, how would it go? What type of scenes and sequences would you include? How would the movie began? How would it end? What would be the general plot?
Hmm, I suppose I would make the general plot revolve around how Sasuke would be slowly getting over his demons, would be slowly opening up to Sakura more and more about his past with his family, his relationship with brother, his emotions and feelings during the massacre, and how he’d recount to Sakura the relevant events between himself and Team 7 that occurred within the main manga. These conversations would be the crucial parts of the movie, and would take place at regular intervals. For instance, during anytime they’re able to have some time to themselves, whether it be during a break in one of their missions, while travelling to the next location, or at night during one of the inns they stayed at.
I’d have the movie begin from where Sasuke Shinden ended; with Sasuke choosing to return home to Konoha:
From there, I’d direct a quick summary of his time there and when he left again, up to when Sakura decides to catch up to him. This is because it’d be important to provide the context of how they came to be at that point, but I wouldn’t want to dwell on it because in the grand scheme of things, that’s a relatively unimportant matter.
I’d involve some action here and there, like during the scenes when the two of them are helping out the local residents with some thugs or other things of the sort. However, I’d make the movie be very dialogue heavy, kinda like the Monogatari series, because I’d want the focus to remain on the conversations that Sasuke and Sakura have, in order to really emphasise how Sasuke slowly comes to terms with the world, with himself, and with his feelings for Sakura that had been developing for some time.
One pivotal moment I’d include would be when Sasuke tries to explain what happened in the Land of Iron from his perspective. He’d be hesitant in his elaboration, because he didn’t know Sakura would respond to being reminded of those events. However, Sakura would then recall why she couldn’t bring herself to end his life when given the opportunity; she knew that despite how far he’d fallen, he was still in there somewhere - she’d then tell Sasuke that it was what she was trying to get through to him when she confessed her love for him the 2nd time. Sasuke would remain stubborn about whether he could fully be redeemed, as he’d then bring up his immediate response to her 2nd confession. However, it would be at this point where Sakura would reach her wit’s end. She’d tell Sasuke that there isn’t much more she can do for him, if he himself isn’t willing to accept the fact that he’s not the same person he was. She’d then go to bed, and leave him to ponder on her words.
This conversation wouldn’t be mentioned again until towards the end of the movie, where after they had helped a particularly influential family who coincidentally happened to echo Sakura’s earlier words to Sasuke, he’d admit to her that maybe she was right; maybe he would be able to fully make up for his sins against the world and towards his friends, and perhaps even one day become a ninja who was highly respected in the world. Sakura would feel her heart swell at this, that Sasuke was finally coming to terms with who he was and the fact that it wasn’t too late for him, it was never too late for him.
Following this, Sasuke would want to thank Sakura for never giving up on him, never losing faith in him, because as he’d tell her, if it wasn’t for her and Naruto’s continued faith in him, he’d never have been able to find the faith in himself. So he’d thank her, but he’d feel as though that wasn’t enough. Sasuke would notice that just prior to their travels, he had begun to think of Sakura more and he couldn’t explain why; he just wanted to see her and spend more time with her. So after this realisation, he’d try desperately hard to try and convey this to Sakura, and tell her just how much she meant to him. However, Sasuke isn’t the most articulate person when trying to convey his feelings, especially when they were affectionate, so he’d be really struggling. Thus, for a while, all Sasuke would be able to get out is:
However, Sakura knew what Sasuke was trying to say, so her face lights up in anticipation, as she anxiously waited for Sasuke to finish, as so:
Yet, Sasuke just didn’t know how to finish the sentence; he couldn’t find the right words to accurately portray how he felt, whilst simultaneously trying to not seem as though he didn’t expect anything in return. So Sasuke would be visibly disappointed at his inability to finish his sentence. It is then that Sakura would come forward to plant a soft and brief kiss on his lips, because she was appreciative of what he was trying to do. She knew what he was trying to say, so she’d then say “Thank you, you mean a lot to me as well”.
Sasuke would then say “Yeah…”, and in an attempt to prevent an awkward silence, he’d come up with an excuse to briefly leave. But as he went on his way, he’d be displaying a familiar smirk on his face, happy that she understood his intentions, and excited at the prospect of what the future may bring:
I’d have the movie end with a quick scene of the future, where it shows Sasuke and Sakura together on the hospital rooftop, with Sasuke’s photo with the Kages collocated into the picture:
Just in order to signify that the wish that Sasuke had voiced towards the end of the movie did indeed come true - he become hailed as a village hero, highly revered and respected by everyone, and the master of his best friend’s son, all while having his beloved wife and daughter by his side ^_^
3.4k, smut, jungkook/reader, friends with benefits au (+ college + fuckboy)
Jungkook is a fuckboy through and through. If you look at all his social media
photos, all you see are countless images of him sandwiched between two girls,
his muscular arms wrapped around their shoulders. Two different girls in each
picture, never the same. Most of the photos are dark, dimly lit party scenes
with the flash in their eyes, but sometimes there are filter-saturated beach
pictures in which Jungkook’s shirtless and hugging girls in bikinis.
(Quite frankly, at times you
weren’t really sure who to be jealous of: Jungkook or the girls. Both looked
really fucking good. But it’s not like you were really Instagram stalking him
and actually cared about his pictures or anything. Totally not.)
100% agree on your analysis of Jimin as a Slytherin!!! I know a lot of people (including myself) are shocked Namjoon put himself in Griffindoor over Ravenclaw though. I'm dying to hear your thoughts on this!!
So… Namjoon. I, like you and a ton of other people, was really confused about him being in Gryffindor. But, the more I thought about it, the more I really came to not only accept it, but believe that he is a Gryffindor through and through. And please be advised this is going to devolve in to me gawking over how great of a human being Namjoon is, so if you don’t want to read about that please close your browser and think about why you don’t agree that he’s better than everyone else. okay?
Namjoon is a Gryffindor to the core, not a Ravenclaw
First of all, Namjoon supposedly sorted everyone else, but I have a small sneaking suspicion that he may not have sorted himself. We know he’s a fan of the movies at least, and he’s fluent in English, so if he’s a fan and he has access to sorting quizzes on Pottermore and other sites, is it so hard to believe that he hasn’t at least tried a few? Seriously, even the most casual of fans have tried getting sorted. It’s not that crazy of a thought. So… What if they put him in Gryffindor over Ravenclaw?
(I mean, when asked to do a British accent the first thing that he quotes was “Shut up Malfoy!”. If that ain’t the most Gryffindor thing…)
Also, Namjoon is a really humble guy. If he DID sort himself, I feel like he’d be the type of person who would shy away from saying “I’m smart, so I should be in Ravenclaw”. He’s always been pretty modest about his intelligence. And just because he is, doesn’t mean we should be. Seriously, Namjoon can be a goof but if you’re ever in doubt about how crazy smart he is, please watch this.
He has no problems recognizing the intelligence of others though – he raves about Jungkook being good at everything he does, and even gave him the nickname “Golden Maknae”, so is it such a wonder he put Jungkook in Ravenclaw? (It should be noted that Ravenclaws also have a reputation for being eccentric and quirky. Prime example, Luna. If that isn’t a perfect descriptor for Jungkook idk what is)
So let’s look at what the common traits of Gryffindor are, shall we?
Such character traits of students sorted into Gryffindor are courage, chivalry, and determination.
They can also be short-tempered. [x]
Okay so, courage. I could go on and on about how brave Namjoon is but like… we’ll be here all day. So let me keep this short and point you in the direction of one thing in particular that he has done. THIS TWEET.
It’s Rap Monster. A song about homosexuality. I heard this song before but I didn’t know the lyrics, now I know them and I like the song twice as much. I recommend Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Same Love. http://hiphople.com/subtitle/619392
I have a lot of feelings about this tweet. And a lot of theories about WHY he tweeted that too – but no one wants to hear about those so that’s for another life post.
First – speaking out in support of homosexuality in Korea is a pretty huge deal, because homosexuality isn’t a really accepted lifestyle there. (It isn’t really accepted anywhere, truly, but you all know that.)
Here’s a pretty recent list on idols who support LGBT communities. It’s a pretty god damn short list. I use the term ‘support’ loosely bc this article seems to equate ‘having gay friends’ as being a supportive ally. But Namjoon stands out pretty hard in this list because he doesn’t just say ‘i love my gay friends!’, he outright spoke out in support of homosexuality.
But Kiki, you say… Namjoon is hugely popular. He’s one of the biggest stars in Kpop. He could say whatever he wants now, right?
Well yeah, he can. But here’s the kicker! Look at the timestamp on that tweet. He tweeted that before they debuted.
Namjoon was months away from launching his dream career, something he’d worked his entire life for. He was from a pretty small unknown company whose only claim to fame before that was that group that had two members blackmail an actor over something or another. He couldn’t afford bad press, and yet here comes Kim fucking Namjoon with his balls of steel willing to throw that all down the drain because god dammit he was going to tell the entire world about how much he supported the LGBT community and anyone who wanted to stand in his way of doing so could eat a fuckin dick. He could have kept his heckin mouth shut but he didn’t???
Chivalry is defined as:
1.the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight, esp courage,honour, justice, and a readiness to help the weak
2.courteous behaviour, esp towards women
Courage, honor, justice, what I just talked about describes those things pretty perfectly.
I’d like to talk about honor for a sec though. Let’s look at a pretty famous Gryffindor – Ron. Ron was one of a shitload of children in his family. He outwardly always grumbled about not getting attention or whatever, but as a person, he was all about family. He put his family first, he didn’t gripe too hard about hand-me-downs to his parents because he knew they were trying their best, and he defends people he cares about.
There’s that famous scene (that I’m still salty they changed in the movies) where Hermione wants to answer a question and Snape gets mad at her for it. And he defends her – why ask the question if you’re not looking for an answer?
Ron always, always put his family first. So does Namjoon.
Take this gifset for example.The whole set is great and shows how much he really takes care of his members, his family, but this is what he does when he’s around them and also in front of people. Not all that surprsiing.
But please, please please please pay attention to the first gif. For people who don’t know the context, he was asked if he’d choose going solo or bangtan. He DID NOT KNOW HE WAS BEING FILMED. He could have shown his true colors and said that he preferred a solo career and all the glory, but even when given the chance to be completely open, his heart was still with Bangtan.
Another great example of Namjoon being completely selfless.Everyone here is praising themselves (and they have a right too, don’t get me wrong, you’re all great four for all of you) but when it gets to him, Namjoon says “We’ve always been pretty good.” We. Not I, not me, we. Everyone else is giving themselves some much deserved praise, but Namjoon is stuck on we are good, we’ve always been good.
And if you want to take courteous behaviour, esp towards women, literally, look at their glass-ceiling line in Not Today, that they said they used specifically knowing what it meant. and look who is credited for writing the lyrics! What’s that? It’s Namjoon? Wow, I did not see that one coming.
Speaking of lyrics – talk about having courage. Look at the lyrics he wrote for Reflection and Always.
So let’s recap. Namjoon is pretty selfless, extremely caring of his friends and family, a feminist, an outspoken ally for those who are mistreated, and is so god damn intelligent everyone REALLY thought he belonged in Ravenclaw.
Wait a minute, I feel like I’ve heard about this person before… There was another Gryffindor like this, I’m sure of it… it’s on the tip of my tongue…
I’m not saying Namjoon is our version Hermione Granger, but… that’s exactly what I’m saying.