Yes, this post is for you, the person who just spent another night writing a chapter for their fanfiction, writing for hours for those hungry fans who are following your work.
This goes out to those amazing fanfiction authors who write amazing pieces of work. You have an amazing plot, beautiful descriptions and your characters are always perfectly in character. Reminding us all of the stories we love so much.
You make me laugh out loud. You make me cringe in embarrassment. You even make me mad enough to rant for hours.
But then, with your beautiful words and imagery, you make me sad.
You make me cry and scream for those characters I love. You make me want to throw my tablet across the room while still wanting to hold it tightly to my chest. You make me feel emotions for these characters, emotions only the true creators have managed to pull from me.
Why would you do this? Why break my heart into a million pieces and throw them to the wind to scatter my sadness around? I’m sure it hurts you more to create these stories. To see those characters you have loved, just as much as I, hurt or get hurt. It must break you bit by bit to write the words to complete that one scene.
But also, thank you. Thank you for the beautiful story you crafted for hours. And thank you for making me feel those beautiful emotions. Thank you for letting me live with these characters for a little while longer.
I wrote this one a really long time ago and I’m going to post it for you guys, not that it makes up for any of the lack of posts but until I’m finished with the other requests this should suffice a little right? Hopefully. It’s a little different but enjoy. ~
We stopped driving some time ago. I don’t know how long we’ve just been sitting here, car parked on the side of the road, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. As soon as he stopped the car he pulled me to straddle his lap, his arms wrapping around me and his soft hands sliding up the back of his hoodie. His nails drew light circles on my lower back, Yoongi’s quiet voice whispering how much he loves me into my ear repeatedly. He just let me silently cry into his neck, the only noise being my sniffles and Yoongi’s whispers.
“Hey,” he murmurs, his hands sliding to caress my sides. I don’t move my face from his shoulder and he kisses my ear. “Baby, look at me.”
I pull back so I could see him, but it’s not even like I could very well. It was so dark out, being almost one in the morning. The stars and moon shone brightly but it wasn’t enough to light up Yoongi’s face. I blink at him anyways.
“I love you,” he says and I nod. He’s been saying that for the last hour.
He pulls one of his hands out from under the jacket, resting his warm palm on my cheek. His thumb strokes under my eye, wiping at the dampness there from my endless tears.
“Don’t cry anymore,” he whispers. “You’re far too beautiful to have tears streaming down your face..”
“Don’t make me cry then,” I whisper back. He moves his hand back under my jacket, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I play with his hair, resting my cheek on top of his head while he snuggles his face into the front of me.
“I won’t ever,” he says.
I feel his head shift and I look at him, seeing him staring at me. He blinks, his eyes flickering everywhere on my face before settling on my lips. He strains his neck up, slowly leaning closer and I figured he was going to kiss me, but he just pushes his lips to my jaw. He moves down, trailing feather light kisses all the way down my neck before retreating back up and placing one right at the corner of my mouth.
“I’m promising you on everything, I won’t ever be the reason for your tears again.”
He was murmuring against my lips, his chapped ones brushing against my own but he wasn’t kissing me. It was driving me crazy, I just wanted a kiss. I initiate it, leaning down and capturing his mouth. My eyes slip closed when he doesn’t pull away and my heart flutters when he tilts his head so he could poke his warm tongue deep between my lips. He slowly licks at my tongue, his hands squeezing at my sides, his nails digging into the skin of my back. I arch myself into him and he sighs contently, pulling me impossibly closer.
“Baby girl,” he mumbles, nipping at my bottom lip and massaging my hips. “I’m going to make you feel so good..”
I pull away and rest our foreheads together, both of us staring into each other’s eyes. His arm snakes around my back to hold me still, while his other hand slips into the front of my shorts. Two of his cold fingers push between my wet folds and rub, causing me to gasp at the temperature change. He slides through my wetness, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he gently strokes over my clit with the rough pad of his thumb.
“So swollen and wet..” He whispers, rubbing me gently. I whimper when he pulls away, slipping his hand in further and circling my entrance with his finger.
My head falls back when he pushes inside, slowly sliding in up to his knuckle. My breathing gets heavier, my hands weaving through his curly hair, tugging on the short strands as he moves his finger in and out. He slips another one in beside the first, his fingers massaging my inner walls. I moan and his arm tightens around me, bringing me back to him.
“Shh shh shh,” he whispers along my neck, wetly kissing my throat. “I’ve got you.”
He was pumping his fingers inside of me so languidly, so slowly and relaxed, I couldn’t take it. As soon as my hips push down on his hand once, he locks me in place with his arm, enabling me to move anymore while he drives in deep. He pulls and curls his fingers so perfectly it makes my stomach twist with want.
“Yoongi,” I whine his name.
“Okay baby okay,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out and his hand from my shorts. He wipes his fingers off on his jacket I had on and grabs my neck to pull me down for a kiss. “Lift your body.”
I hold myself over his lap, balancing my weight while he unbuttons his jeans and pushes the zipper down. He shimmies his pants down his thighs, bunching them up at his knees before grabbing my hips. All we have to do is move my loose shorts to the side so he could have access.
“Come here,” he pulls me closer to him until our chests are pushed together, his mouth gently pressing to mine. “I love you so much.”
I whimper and Yoongi grunts as he lowers me down onto him, slowly. When I’m sat completely on his bare thighs, his hips roll in tiny circles, helping me adjust to his thick size. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning forward to bury my face into his hair and he kisses along the juncture of my throat. His hands slide down my body and grip onto my thighs when he starts moving, pushing his body up and burying his cock deep inside me.
“Oh,” I squeak, tightening my arms.
My hands fist into his hair and he groans against my neck, his hips jerking. He keeps his thrusts slow, pulling out at an agonizing pace and pushing back in just the same, but deep. His arm wraps around my back, his other hand moving to my hip so he could move my body up and down on his shaft. I moan and he grunts as I bounce on his lap, his cock pulsing inside of me every time he thrusted in.
“God I love you so much baby girl,” he nibbles and sucks on my neck harshly, grinding up into me and making my head spin when he brushes against my sweet spot. “So so so much.”
“Yoongi,” I moan his name and his entire body shivers, his hips pushing up faster now.
His hand is on my side, his thumb pushing into my skin next to my belly button and his other four fingers pressing against my spine tightly, keeping me arched against him. His arm moves behind me, his hand sliding into the back of my pants and smoothing over my ass. I feel two of his fingers at my entrance, where his cock was pushing in and out quickly.
“Fuck baby. You’re so stretched out around me,” he lets out a loud whimper, breathing against my shoulder. “Wish I could see it right now. See how wrecked you are down there because of my thickness.”
I knew he wasn’t using nasty wording because of the intimate situation we were in and I loved him for it. I pull back and grab his cheeks, holding his head still while I kiss him, my body bouncing. My tongue dances with his, our slimy muscles sliding against each other so passionately. I breath heavily out of my nose and so does he, both of us panting with both our chests heaving. I slide my hands up his tank top and scratch my nails down his chest, his throat vibrating as he moans loudly into my mouth.
“Yes yes yes,” he grunts, shoving his hips upwards. He starts slamming me down onto his cock, over and over. “Right there baby girl, I’m right there. Keep riding me just like this. So fucking perfect.”
I whimper into his mouth everytime his swelled cock tip hits my sweet spot dead on, every thrust in he was hitting it. Heat curls low in my gut as my climax approaches and Yoongi’s thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, his memeber pulsing and jerking against my clenching walls.
“Oh fuck,” he whines. “Oh fuck baby. You bounce on me so beautifully. You look so beautiful right now. So gorgeous, I love you.”
He grunts and with one last thrust inside, we both come undone. I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into the sore skin of his chest and he whimpers out a loud, firm, ‘uh’ while he releases. After we’ve both calmed down, Yoongi pulls out and fixes my shorts for me. He pulls his boxers and jeans back up before grabbing me and pulling me to lay down on top of him on the seat.
“I came inside you,” he says, no worry in his voice whatsoever as he rubs my back. I don’t reply and close my eyes, my ear resting over and listening to his fast beating heart. The sound was soothing and almost lulls me to sleep as I cling onto him.
“Hey,” he whispers and I him to let him know I’m listening. His lips push to my forehead in a sweet kiss. “You’re so god damn pretty and I love you.”
Can you write No. 1 AKA soulmates AU for either Cresswell or Wolflet because your writing is honestly so beautiful and makes me cry tears of joy!
Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for forever now (I’m so sorry) but as it’s summer now and I don’t have school for a few months, I’ll be doing fic requests again! So here is the long awaited (at least by me anyways haha) Cresswell Soulmates AU!
Thorne dragged a towel through his damp hair and wiped down the foggy mirror. He smirked at his reflection and pointed finger guns at himself in the mirror. He turned slightly to catch a glimpse of his soulmate tattoo on his right shoulder blade and sighed. Of course the fates had to give him and his soulmate a silhouette of a naked woman as their matching tattoos. While he wasn’t exactly complaining about the tattoo itself (I mean what guy doesn’t want to wake up to a hot, naked woman every day? He’d asked himself) but rather complaining about its repercussions. Everyone had made fun of him in school, and his parents were absolutely mortified. They’d even tried to have it removed, knowing full well that soulmate tattoos were permanent, no matter what.
He figured that the girl with the matching tattoo wasn’t too pleased to have a naked woman as a permanent fixture on her body. “I guess I’ll find out when I meet her,” he told himself with a sigh.
So I just hit 300 followers, and I wanted to make a little callout post because I’m following so many amazing people and you all mean the world to me!! (Soz if I forget anyone, I’ve a terrible memory).
First of all, @house-arya, my bab, my ham, the butt-lover in my life. You’re my best friend ever, and I’m so, so happy that I created this stupid blog and posted those gendrya fics you like so much. Literally you’re the most supportive person ever, you’re so sweet and kind and caring, and I love you more than you could ever know 💜
God there are so many of you, and you’re all so wonderful in your own ways. We’re a little family, and though we’re waiting in agony for season two, think we’re pretty. Good. Pretty good. And we’ll make it. Back to the matter of you lighting up my life. From ched, to shreleven, to eleggo (dear god), you make me laugh. From your headcanons and stories and beautiful artwork you make me smile and cry and shrivel up to die. You’re all so talented, and so sweet, and I don’t even talk to some of you, but your blogs are stellar. You support me, and that’s absolutely wonderful. I thought you should know that I support you, too.
I am straight and don't ship joshler bUT THAT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM SAYING YOUR ART IS SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL BOI IT MAKES ME WANNA CRY AND SCREAM AND AAAAAAH ure too good okay Also you're from Italy hey man I'm italian too but using italian feels wrong on this hell of a website lol
Ciao amico mio, I just have to repost this to prove everyone that LOOK THERE’S SOME STRAIGHT PEOPLE FOLLOWING ME
*just finished day and night au* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHG WHY ARE THEY SO CUUUUUUUTE? 😭 You're the most precious person in the whole world and your art is so beautiful that makes me cry because I'm full of happiness 😭😭 Thank you for such a beautiful au 😍
For about ten years Emma lived in the small town miles away from Prince Adam’s castle, but it wasn’t always her home as she was a princess herself in another land hundred of miles away. The young blonde was always close with Adam and his family, his mother and her own being quite fond of each other. Their father’s were a different story as Adam’s seemed to not wanting anything to do with Emma’s family. He was a cruel man and often cross with her for being so close with his one and only heir. As years past and Emma supported Adam during the loss of his mother, Emma watched a young boy grow up alongside her into the very likeness of his father.
However, the love she always held close to her heart never ended, despite him thinking more of women, balls, and other valuables that made her feel as if their past never meant anything to him. On that frightful evening ten years ago was when their lives changed, being frightened off by an old beggar woman who arrived at the castle and cursed everyone. While the beggar woman cursed those who lived at the castle into being a Beast and various objects, it made the village forget what happened for years. It wasn’t until Belle broke the curse that Emma’s memory came back… along with devastation that her childhood best friend married another.
A few years had passed since the curse had been lifted and Emma would often send telegrams to Adam to keep in touch, overjoyed when he informed her that he and Belle would be expecting their first child together. Emma did care for Belle despite her love for Adam, for what kind of friend would she be if she wasn’t?
However, as Belle’s pregnancy progressed, so did her deteriorating health. Upon giving birth to a beautiful and healthy son, Belle wasn’t strong enough to survive. Immediately when Emma received that devastating telegram, the young princess hopped on a boat to be by Adam’s side.
“The Prince is in his⎯⎯⎯ Belle’s library, Miss.” Mrs. Potts replied shortly after greeting Emma upon her arrival. “The Master doesn’t know you’re here and he would love to see a familiar face.”
Emma gave Mrs. Potts a small smile, giving her a hug to thank her for her hospitality. Emma couldn’t imagine what losing a loved one was like and her heart broke for Adam. She wanted nothing more than to take his pain from him. Upon arriving at the door to the library and looking at the detail of the handle, Emma took a deep breath before lacing her fingers around it and walking inside.
“Adam?” Emma’s tone was soft as she approached him, “I came as soon as I heard. I am.. I am so sorry.”