#feel free to write whatever you want in fanfiction but please i am begging you

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hey I have a question.

Why are you mad that people are starting to become a little mad that your only writing for one person if your a hunter x hunter writer then I believe you should write for more than one person and don’t get upset when people start asking for character that they like and yes I know you write them for yourself but I do think if your growing an audience you should at least see what other people might wanna see too and you don’t have to do it of course it’s up to you I just think that you can’t be mad at people for asking.

(I’m not trying to come off as mean or rude) Sorry for asking

I get mad when people DEMAND I write for other characters and complain. I write for free, I don’t have to write for anything I don’t want to. And just imagine people complaining you don’t write for a character you honestly don’t like at the moment. That’s fucking annoying. Fanfiction authors are treated so poorly, when we are giving this content out freely.

I’m going to write what I want, and I honestly don’t owe anyone anything. I’m already nice enough to allow people to send requests, WHEN I DON’T HAVE TO! I could just permanently turn off requests if I wanted to, but I don’t!

It just feels like some people think I owe them. I don’t, you get to read my fanfiction for free. You can follow me or reblog, that’s nice, but that doesn’t mean you’re instantly owed content when you’re already being given free content. I take requests and I write what I want. Like I’ve literally written something with Illumi in it recently even though I said I’m not writing for him because I care about my fans.

I write for hxh, yeah, but just because I do doesn’t mean I have to write for every single character?? And idk if you just don’t realize this, but this is my personal blog where I can write whatever I want. People can CHOOSE to follow me if they want to, I’m not forcing them. I also won’t bend over backwards to please them. Idk why y’all expect fanfiction authors that already give y’all free shit to keep giving and giving.

Like I know not a lot of people write for HXH anymore, but you’re just going to push even more people out of the fandom by begging and being rude. I’ve honestly considered quitting writing on here because of how fucking AWFUL some people have been to me, all over fanfiction. Fanfiction writers are treated terribly, and I’m just about sick of it.

This is pretty much a final warning. Stop begging me for shit. I am already considering leaving because of the death threats and awful messages I’m getting, so the begging does not help.

Thank you, please have some common decency and treat fanfiction authors like they’re people. I write what I want, when I want.

If people harassed an artist saying to draw them free art because they already draw hxh stuff and they have a large audience so they need to draw more, that would be wrong, wouldn’t it? Don’t do the same thing to fanfiction writers.

[tired-biscuit]

i've just seen your posts on dash biscuit and its so sad you're feeling like that :( If i'm to tell you the honest truth biscuit, I don't remember how I found your account but i remember being so intrigued and hooked immediately - I went on to read your War General Kiba (to somewhat expose myself.. I am War General Kiba anon from around a month ago) bc your writing itched my brain so fuckin good !!

It makes me so sad that uni started recently for me and I have been so caught up I haven't gotten around to reblogging war general kiba because I haven't gotten the moment to write my thoughts regarding those:( they're sitting in my drafts. I decided I would read every single one of your fics a month ago (unfortunately I haven't been able to yet) - including the naruto thirst you elaborated on for me, and though I haven't gotten time to read it, THANK YOU SO MUCH BISCUIT for taking your time out to do that :( <3

You deserve every single one of those likes , but you deserve them alongside an equal amount of reblogs :/ i sincerely hope that these followers and whatnot pull their heads out of their ass and start reblogging - because if they don't, they're not going to have anything to read. bc biscuit you are such an amazing and talented writer, and it always blows my mind we get to read your masterpieces for free. FOR FREE!!!! that is so crazy like, this is stuff that could get you MILLIONS and we have the blessing from you to type a few words onto our screens and read it! like WOW thank you so much <3 🍁 anon

oh my gosh, you’re so sweet; imma start sobbing!

listen, you don’t have to apologize for not being able to read my fics; i get it, life happens and we get busy as people and fanfiction definitely is NOT everything there is to life! so please don’t say sorry for that because there is literally no need for it, like i said. YOU’RE GOOD!

it just grinds my gears that i’m not allowed to vent on here about this particular topic because some people will INSTANTLY jump the wagon to call me ungrateful. i get it, i get notes, but people usually don’t understand that likes don’t mean shit on here and that the majority of those notes are just that: likes. sure, i get a little notif that someone liked my story, but i have no clue what they thought about it based from that heart. i have no clue if they’ve even actually read it. to make matters even worse, it makes the post just straight up fucking die.

i spend hours and hours and hours writing, editing, rereading, tweaking the same story for ages. i could just not post it and keep it to myself, sure, but i enjoy interacting with my moots and my followers in general, and giving people that share my interest in the same characters something to read about, because let’s be real; kiba is niche af. i like feeding the kiba girlies because i barely had anything to eat a couple years back when it comes to him and i’ve worked my fucking ass off for those notes over the years, SO OF COURSE I APPRECIATE THEM, OK?

this debate, or whatever you wanna call it, has been circling around here for ages and it’s useless at this point, i think... writers, artists, creators of all sorts say “please say thank you for my creation that i made for YOU after you’ve asked, i beg” and people call us ungrateful or stuck up or whatever the fuck. i mean, do people seriously think i enjoy self-reblogging all the time and begging for interaction like that robin hood meme with the cup???????? no, i do it because it is the only way people will see my work before it disappears into the ether once again, ffs!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS, i will write a drabble for your war general!kiba ask when i have the time, i promise! i just want to actually make it good and write like a proper story instead of just my thoughts because he is very dear to me and i am a perfectionist when it comes to my royalty AU and it makes me overthink and just… yeah! he has been sitting in the back of my head, clanking his heavy weapons impatiently, lmao.

I LOVE YOU!

[thetearsofadove]

I honestly love writing and writing for other people, but after doing it for years and seeing just how rude people can be is really making me reconsider releasing my writing for other people.

I love fanfiction. I've been writing it for almost 10 years. Started when I was 12, I'm 21 and turning 22 in February. I've blossomed. Fanfiction, both reading and writing it, has helped me grow as an author.

So obviously I'm going to want to share it with people. But...my god, it's become a horrible experience every time I've tried.

First, the entitlement that I see from readers. Sometimes, even from fellow writers. I don't know what's worse; when a reader is being an entitled douche, or a fellow writer.

Stop clogging my inbox with "UPDATE!! UPDATE!!" or things along the lines of begging me to update. I have a life. I have animals to tend to, I have money to make, I have mental health to keep in line. I'll update when I get to it. And if I don't? Apologies. But don't make it worse by making me panic.

I was nice enough to release free shit for you. Show me respect.

Also, stop telling authors what to write. Stop dictating what they should be writing. They don't have to write for a specific audience if they don't want to.

I wrote for DBD at one point and stopped because one asshole spammed me saying "write for Adam!! Horrible author, won't write for Adam".

I was going to in the future, I only started writing a few of the characters so I could work my way up. But I gave up.

Go find a writer that suits your tastes instead of insulting and demanding a random ass author to do it for you. Or, better yet? Do it yourself. We cannot read your mind, we have no idea what you want.

Wattpad is one of the worst sites for this. As a writer? Fuck Wattpad. Some of its users are so immature and entitled, it's insane.

I also cannot stand how people treat authors/writers like we're just these emotionless writing machines. I've specifically stated I am not taking requests right now, it's on my profile, so why are y'all sending me requests after I've stated they make me anxious and make me feel pressured? I left my ask box open for questions, that's it. I'm urged to now close it.

Authors/fanfiction writers are writing stuff for YOU for free. I am more than happy to write. I write for fandoms I'm not too involved in. I educate myself about said fandoms and characters in those fandoms so I can write them the best I can. I do it for YOU. Stop treating me like I'm not a human behind the screen with a life.

Also the lack of manners drives me fucking INSANE. Say please and thank you. Show some appreciation instead of "write this 4 me kthanx". It feels horrible, and like I said above, I am not some emotionless AI that writes for you. I have feelings. I spend an hour at the least out of my day writing for YOU when I could be writing for myself, drawing, watching my favourite TV shows...whatever.

Like...in general, be nice. Be kind. You wanna request? Add a please and thank you. Don't pressure authors. Also, don't make authors feel like they're responsible for your moods. I've been guilt tripped with "write this bc I feel sad and if you won't, I'll be more sad and it'll be your fault :((" and it makes me feel horrible.

I gave up writing for people in the past because I am let down every. single. time. It's 2023, fanfiction has existed for a VERY long time, the fact that being kind, patient and understanding isn't common knowledge is mind boggling.

Also? Get to know me a little bit, ffs. I have emotions. I have interests. Don't use me for just my work. It feels awful when I post something rambling about an interest or asking a QUESTION and I end up being ignored. It's fucking horrible.

[everythingseasoning]

Requesting a hc/fic from me

- Info and Rules -

IMPORTANT INFORMATION TO READ (if I can tell you didn’t read these rules, I will not interact with your request):

1. When I write fanfiction things, I do my best to make the character as accurate to their canon self’s personality as I can, IF THEY’RE IN THE CANON WORLD. This means I choose to use up energy because I’m actively using my head to stay in character. In an AU (alternate universe), I have more flexibility in the character’s personality traits. I am fine with either, though as of rn I think I prefer canon world fics

2. I am inexperienced in writing. Anybody who is inexperienced is not relying muscle memory/ does not have accumulated and ingrained knowledge — they are clumsy and relying on the effort they put in, as well as only being able to lean on whatever newly accumulated knowledge they have.

For me, writing for AOT is currently something that takes a lot of effort from me. A lot of energy and a lot of time. I share all of this so that you can see why— or try to understand that— fulfilling requests takes a lot of time.

3. It should also be known that lots of artists/creators do not do stuff for free. My requests are free. I will not beg for appreciation, but I feel that whenever I ask somebody for something, appreciation is the least that I could do/show for the person (stranger) taking time out of their day to give me something I would really enjoy having. Even if you want to be anonymous, feedback by commenting something general makes me feel less like somebody who is doing labor for free. Please show your appreciation to fanfic writers. We could be getting paid but we want to do this for you guys. We don’t expect anything in return, but having silence as an answer is actually quite hurtful. Common decency and appreciation does a lot :).

Rules.

• You can request for whoever you want about whatever you want (fluff, angst, smut), but I will only write what I feel comfortable writing.

• I’m pretty good at fluff. I love angst, but idk how good I am at it yet. I’m still learning how good I am at smut.

• Minors you are NOT ALLOWED TO REQUEST NSFW or anything explicit.

• I can probably write for any character that I’ve already seen in the show and know enough about. But if I haven’t watched S4 of AOT then I just cannot write for Porco, ykwim? I never met him yet.

• CANON UNIVERSE REQUEST: Keep in mind that in the canon universe, *I only write the characters as I think they would truly act* — i.e. I’m sorry if you want a toxic! Armin — because I will not deliver that. You can probably find these sorts of prompts on other fanfiction blogs; but I try to stay canon with character personalities

• Non-canon universe / AU REQUEST: I am much more likely to do a non-canon personality trait in an AU, if I think the character could’ve become that way in that particular world. So if you want a toxic! Armin, then please give me the world, the character, any ideas I.e. college baseball boy Eren as your boyfriend, and we’ll see if/what I whip up with that :)

• I am also not obligated to fulfill your request at any point in time, as this is not a paid service, and I am a pretty busy gal.

• Despite how strict these rules may sound and how formal I sound here, I’m quite bubbly and talkative irl, and I will probably answer your request and let you know all about what I’m thinking of doing :)))

Stay safe and always remember you deserve love :)

M

[tiasreadingnook]

FAVORITE AUTHORS AND WHY

[ A/N: These are based on my opinion, standards, and experiences only. The writers in this blog are those whose blogs I read religiously. I weirdly have a high standard on what fics I can read without cringing and these writers are the ones on the top of my list. This is also for those new readers that are still kinda confused about where to start and where they can find writers with extensive and quality master lists. This is a continuously growing list and I will add more when I encounter others.]

This list are blogs that mostly make fanfictions of the characters Chris Evans, Henry Cavill, and Sebastian Stan plays.

Please read the individual warnings, rules, and tags in each of these writers' blogs or fics. Minors dni.

@littlefreya - "The Eve"

When I was lost and new to the Henry Cavill fandom it was her stories that were the final nail to my coffin that will bury me 6 feet under the fandom. Her master list is everything and more -- smut, ddlg, dark, fluff, domestic -- whatever you want it's there.

@onsunnyside - "My Sofia Coppola"

Sofia Coppola is my favorite director when it comes to imagery and aesthetics -- that is why I consider Sunny as my Sofia because I SWEAR the first time I read Tarzan!Steve fic it was like a movie and none of her stories have ever disappointed me. I still can't believe I read her stories for free.

@evansbby - "New York Times"

I've said it once and I'll repeat it, I check her blog every day like it's the morning news. I am so obsessed with her stories it is unhealthy. She writes the most delicious and varied Chris Evans and characters fics which makes it exciting but also comforting at the same time because at the end of the day -- they're all daddy.

@kinanabinks - "Spicy Shakespeare"

I actually took a lot of inspiration from her in one of my series -- she is that good. She writes the most delicious smut with the perfect splash of angst, tragedy, drama, and smut that will satisfy that itch in your head when you're looking for a bit of drama in your p*rn.

@comfortcap - "Guilty Comfort"

My daddy issues FLARE TF UP when I'm reading any of her (ddlg) fics. Such a sweet writer with the sweetest, fluffiest, and sometimes smuttiest fics that makes me feel guilty and comforted at the same time ;3 I love reading her stuff after a long and overwhelming day.

@junipermuses - "Lizzy Grant"

Lizzy Grant -- aka Lana del Ray -- is how I imagine her fics would be if it was a person. Sexy, effortlessly cool, and so put together. The subtle but easy-to-digest plots builds up the smut so much that it's so satisfying to watch it all unravel in the end.

@buckycuddlebuddy - "hey god ... me again"

Her fics immerse me so much that she has me giggling and kicking my feet as I read them. She is one of the few "x reader" fic writers that makes me want to cry and scream and beg whichever god is listening to move me in the alternate reality where I am the "reader" / main character in her story.

@sillyrabbit81 - "Mother Nature Called"

I swear every time I'm on my period you will find me vicariously scrolling through her master list because the way she writes the daddies (ESPECIALLY SY) are so comforting, dominant, and caring that it just turns my heart, womb, and coochie into mush.

@angrythingstarlight - "Pandora's Box"

Once you open her master list you will read nothing but her works for days (trust me I've been there) . She has an extensive collection of works that are a top quality. Her works can range from sweet to downright nasty to the fluffiest domestic scenarios that will have you grinning at your screen at 3 am.

@hansensgirl - "The Witch"

I forget feminism when I'm reading her works. I cannot believe I'm giggling over a man bossing me over and controlling my entire life?! And she somehow makes it work and that's how I've come to the theory that she pulls some witchcraft shit when she writes her stories but hey ... I'm not complaining.

@pellucid-constellations - "All Too Well (10 minute version)"

She writes the BEST angst and that's coming from me whose comfort film is "Love, Rosie". If you're looking for a well-developed plot, characters, and story arcs that end with a lot of groveling, comfort, and a happy ending -- look no further.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Bucky wanted to read her fanfictions and she always declined. So he begged and begged and begged... until she finally gives up and let him read one. 'Cause who could really say no to Bucky making puppy eyes?!

Let me know what you think about it

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 1.5k (I am apparently incapable of writing a drabble)

A/N: Thank you again for another awesome request! I was basically cackling the whole time I wrote it. Want to read about how Bucky and this reader got together? Check out their origin story in my To Be Wanted series! Only warning in this one is the usual swearin’ like a sailor.

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“See, this is why I always order Thai food. I can never do it justice.” You frown over your wok, mixing the noodles around with a wooden spoon hoping it will somehow make your creation taste better.

“I’m sure it tastes great, doll.” Bucky walks up next to you and grabs a noodle, tilting his head back as he drops it into his mouth.

His eye twitches almost imperceptibly and you groan.

“It’s good,” he coughs out, trying with all of his strength to regain his composure. “I think you just went a little too hard on the chili paste. I can feel my sinuses clearing up though, which is good, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Can you check the recipe on Pinterest again? I swear I put in the right amount.”

Bucky walks over and picks up your iPad. Right as he’s scrolling to find out if you should have used 2 tablespoons or 2 teaspoons of chili paste, a notification banner pops up and he accidently taps it, opening up your Tumblr app.

Omg! This fic is amazing! The way Bucky is there to support the reader. My heart completely melted! Your Bucky stories are amazing, Y/n! <3

Above the comment is a photo of him. It’s a shot from the news where he’s helping a civilian stand up after one of the attacks made by The Red Hand.

“Uh….love? What’s this?” He holds the iPad up to you and you shift your gaze over to him.

You drop the wooden spoon into the wok as all of the blood drains from your face. You’re frozen in place for a millisecond before you pounce on Bucky to grab the device from him. He’s never seen you move so quickly and it catches him off guard.

“Bucky give me the iPad right now,” you fling your arms toward it and he pulls it away, both amused and a bit concerned by your reaction.

“Wait, what is this? Is it something I should be worried about?”

You see a flicker of panic flash in his eyes and you stop flailing. You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“No, I mean, I should be concerned because if you read that I’m probably going to combust and you’re going to dump me and run for the hills.” He furrows his brows in confusion and you slowly lift up your hand. “Can I please have that back before I have a mild panic attack?”

He stares at you, trying to gauge your emotions. All he can see is panic and sadness and it breaks his heart so he instantly gives in and hands you the iPad.

“Don’t worry about it, love. I trust you.” He leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.

You let out a pained groan against his lips and Bucky is once again confused.

“Ughhhh I hate hiding things from you.” You lock your iPad so the screen goes dark. “Okay, fine, I guess this conversation is happening. Remember when we first started dating and I, uh, mentioned I used to read and write stories about….us being a couple?”

Bucky nods, trying not to reveal any emotion to you that might make you spiral into a panic, and you continue.

“Well, that was one of those stories I wrote. I stopped looking on Tumblr basically as soon as I met you because it got all weird and meta and I got super uncomfy by the idea of reading fanfics - that’s what they’re called - about my new friend/now boyfriend Bucky Barnes. And then we started dating and I was all happy and shit and I totally forgot that those fics were still out there. Obviously I haven’t written any since then because that would be weird for...many, many reasons. Someone must have found an old one and commented on it. I’ll delete it. I’ll delete all of them. I swear. I’m so sorry, Bucky. I should have been more on top of this.”

Bucky stares at you, lips pursed and you grimace, afraid of the next words that are about to come out of his mouth.

This is so weird, Y/n. How could you do this?

No wonder you didn’t date anyone before me.

Obsessed much? (Okay, he probably wouldn’t say it like that but STILL).

No, what Bucky said next was much, much worse than what you could have imagined.

“Can I read one?”

Your mouth drops. Closes. Drops again. You blink rapidly.

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. What?”

Bucky points to your iPad, a sly grin forming on his face. “I want to read one of your stories.”

You take a step back from him, horror stricken as you pull the iPad closer to you as if you were protecting your collector’s edition of ‘Throne of Glass.’

“Absolutely not.”

Bucky steps forward and you step back. He chuckles. “Come onnn, doll. I want to know what your fantasies were about me before we got together.” He laughs harder as the look of horror on your face grows more manic.

“Bucky, I know you’re a super soldier and could probably punch me into the sun with your metal arm, but I promise I will fight to the death before I let you read one of these fics.”

You and Bucky continue this dance of him stepping forward and you stepping back until you feel your legs make contact with your couch and you fall back into a sitting position on its arm. Bucky uses this opportunity to tower over you, his arms resting on the couch so that you’re pinned between them.

Then, he pulls out the big guns.

His gaze softens, blue eyes shining into yours. His bottom lip puffs out and he gives you the most adorable, sexiest pout you’ve seen in your whole life.

“Please, love?” He says it with a slightly higher pitch, almost like a whine and it still sounds like honey to your ears. He even nudges your nose with his like a freaking sociopath.

Damn.

You close your eyes, let out a breath, then open them back up to him. “I hate you.”

His pout turns into a boyish grin and he gives you a quick kiss. “You love me.”

You groan. “Hopefully you still love me after this, Buck. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You stand and open up your iPad, scrolling through your masterlist and finding what used to be one of your favorite fluff pieces. You begrudgingly hand it to Bucky and he sits on the couch.

Unable to sit still during this agonizing experience, you proceed to pace around your apartment like a crazy person and resort to cleaning the inside of your microwave which you haven’t done in a few months so it’s a good thing that Bucky is reading your fic so that you could get that out of the way. You probably won’t have a boyfriend in a few minutes but at least your microwave will be spotless.

You only steal a few glances at Bucky as he reads, mortified each time as you see his eyebrows move in every possible direction. Up, down, knit together, were they criss-crossed at one point?

Finally, after what feels like the longest ten minutes of your life, Bucky lets out a soft grunt, placing the iPad down on his lap. He looks up to you and you give him a weak smile.

“Alright, let me have it, Buck. Give me your worst. Be honest. Also, I love you.”

Bucky glances down at the iPad and then back at you.

“Well, I have a few questions.”

Your right eye twitches. “Hm?”

“Now that you’ve met me, do you still think my eyes are an all-consuming storm of blue?” You groan. He grins. “Or do you think my jawline was cut from marble created by the gods?”

This time, you breathe out a laugh and you walk over to sit on his lap. You take hold of his chin.

“Bucky, I don’t think I could ever come up with the right words to describe you. The real thing is quite literally a million times better than anything I’ve ever written.”

His eyebrows raise. “That is...probably the best compliment I’ve ever gotten in my whole damn life.” He leans forward and kisses you, and you sigh into the feeling of his mouth on yours, relief flooding through you.

You pull away, eyes skeptical. “So, you’re not thinking about how you can escape and never see my crazy ass again?”

“On the contrary, love, I’m thinking about how I can convince you to buy this gorgeous green dress you apparently wore as my wedding date. The one that showed off your cleavage in a way that made Bucky’s brain melt.”

The two of you burst out laughing and you lightly shove his chest. “Sure thing, Bucko. How about I work on the dress situation and you work on ordering us Thai food so that we don’t lose our taste buds from whatever the hell I just made.”

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[wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl]

Hi! How are you!? Hope you're good 😁 Could I request a BuckyxFem!Reader oneshot? ❤️

A mission goes wrong. The reader and Bucky are trapped in a cell surrounded by several HYDRA agents. One of them says the keywords to activate the Winter Soldier just at the moment when Steve and Tony appear to help them, they fight against Bucky trying to make him the same again until a scream takes him out of that personality: the reader is wounded, wanting to protect him from another HYDRA agent getting in the way of the bullet. Bucky becomes him again and takes the reader in his arms to return to the quinjet.

Maybe lots of angst and fluffy ending with them confessing eachothers love at the hq?

Thank you so much!!!!!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

A/N: Hi guys! Wow it’s great to be back and free from college stress. I received this request two months ago, and again I am so sorry it took this long for me to make it, but writing academic papers had absolutely kicked my ass this past semester. This ask obviously takes place where Bucky has not been to Wakanda yet to get his trigger words removed. I hope you guys enjoy! I am a little rusty, and not sure if I should write from the first person perspective or third person perspective for Y/N fanfictions so let me know what you guys prefer. Happy Summer!

Pairings: Bucky x female!Reader

Warnings: Talks of blood, gun violence. Other than that I don’t think there is anything else.

Word Count: 2.5k

You’re My Endgame

The floor was cold. It’s not like you haven’t endured worse, but the concrete you had been resting your head on was less than inviting. Your body was rigid due to the freezing temperatures and the uncomfortable position you curled your body into. The HYDRA facility you had been captured at was in Lithuania, Bucky promised he knew it like the back of his hand. Things had changed since his work and internal torment as the Winter Soldier, something he wasn’t expecting due to lack of funds on their part. Unfortunately, no one could’ve predicted there were spies in SHIELD funneling crazy amounts of money into new buildings and updating new HYDRA facilities and weapons.

You decided to sit up and stretch your limbs. It had felt like weeks you were being held hostage, but in actuality it was only a day at most. The HYDRA agents kept you and Bucky busy with periodic torture. You’ve been kicked, punched, beaten into the ground even but neither of you talked. Bucky was more familiar with these torture treatments than anyone, but he focused all of his attention on you.

He was the first real friend you had made at the Avengers’ campus. He had trauma, you had trauma, one of the best bonding factors you had both concluded. He listened to stories of your abusive childhood, being trained by your father as his own personal assassin, and he would share whatever he was comfortable telling you. You never poked and prodded. You knew you were more open than most when it came to over sharing experiences. Talking helped some people, others not so much.

You stood up and shook out your arms and legs. Once you stopped, you assessed the bruises on each body part, counting how many had accumulated over the canvas that was your skin. 48 in total. A new record.

You looked over at Bucky to see he was lying in a similar position to you, close enough that you were in arms reach but not too close that you were uncomfortable with his touch. You were both exhausted from the continuous torture, touching was not in anyone’s best interest at this point in time.

He groaned softly, beginning to stretch his limbs out as well. Trying to turn a horrible situation into a lighter occasion (as if that were possible), you cracked a joke in Bucky’s direction.

“Good morning sunshine, I see you decided to join me for our delicious gourmet breakfast” you gestured to nothing behind you on the concrete floor.

Bucky cracked a smile “Good thing I didn’t miss it, I’m starving” he joked back. You understood each other’s humor and personality so well.

“How’re you feeling Buck? I know they did a number on you after me” you looked down at him somberly.

He shook his head “Don’t worry about me. Show me your arms and legs. I wanna see how much they hurt you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buck I’m fine. I can hold my own just the same as you. We are trained for these situations.”

Bucky rolled his eyes back at you. “Did I ask if you were trained? No. In fact I didn’t ask you anything at all. Show me your goddamn body Y/N”

You didn’t want to stress him out anymore, so you just knelt down in front of him and started showing him your arms. He hovered over them, careful not to touch your delicate flesh. His phase was full of confusion, anger, and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He shook his head, not even wanting to see your legs if this is what your arms looked like. He didn’t want to upset himself even more, which would in turn make you upset.

“Lay back down Y/N. You need to rest, even if it is on concrete. We can’t have your pretty self looking like that when we get back to the compound now can we?” Bucky replied, trying to lighten the mood once again. It was worth a shot.

Bucky always told you you were pretty, never really thinking anything of it. Steve or Natasha was his endgame, and you respected that. You were best friends and best friends always complimented each other like that. You definitely didn’t need to make your relationship more complicated, even if you were desperately in love with him. You would keep those feelings locked down in the deepest crevices of your brain, unwilling to share with anyone.

You smiled towards Bucky, getting ready to sit back down when you heard the door to the basement unlock. You both winced at the sound, turning to look at each other with dread in your eyes. 

Please dear god no more. We can’t take anymore. 

You wanted to keep Bucky safe from HYDRA’s wrath, and he wanted to do the same for you. Given the circumstances however, it was near impossible. Bucky felt helpless that he couldn’t properly protect you against their torture, only adding to his mental torment. He was in pure agony, and hearing that door again made him want to scream out to a higher power he didn’t believe in. 

“Rise and shine dirtbags, we have a new surprise for you today” the first HYDRA agent said with a small smirk on his face. 

You had no idea what they had in store for you today, always expecting the worst. You definitely were not prepared for what they were planning to do to you today.

“You, girl, have you ever met those they call the Winter Soldier?” the second HYDRA agent asked.

You had no idea what he was talking about, honestly thinking he was talking about Bucky. You knew he had been called the Winter Soldier in the past, but Bucky never shared much of his trauma. You didn’t know to the full extent what he was capable of, he never wanted you to know what he was capable of. In response, you nodded with a confused look on your face.

Bucky, however, knew exactly what he was talking about. His heart felt like it had dropped to his stomach, unable to prepare for what was about to happen. He started shaking his head furiously, begging softly. “Please, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything, just please don’t do this. Not with her.” You could see the pain in his eyes.

A third HYDRA agent strutted into the room, just as smug as the other two. He was holding a red book with a black star on it. You thought it was just a log of what torture they had performed on you, but it was much more sinister based off of Bucky backing up into the far corner of the room with absolute dread in his eyes. That’s when the third HYDRA agent started to speak.

“Longing, rusted, seventeen.” Your confusion only grew as the HYDRA agent spoke these words, but your confusion slowly faded as concern took over. You looked over to Bucky who was squinting his eyes as he hugged his rigid body. He was whispering “No, no god please no, please stop.”

You walked over to him gently, crouching. “Bucky? Bucky what’s wrong..”

The second HYDRA agent took the book from the third, continuing reciting the words “Daybreak, furnace, nine.” Everyone’s smile grew wider except yours and Bucky’s. He was starting to shake from fear and anger, knowing what was about to happen. Bucky screamed at you, something he had never done before in his life. “Y/N, get away from me. Just stay away!” 

You were a strong woman, never faltering during a mission, especially in times of crisis, but you felt like curling up into a ball and crying. You were worried, disoriented, and even worse, you couldn't do a damn thing about it. The words kept flowing from the HYDRA agents’ mouths. 

“Benign, homecoming, one” the HYDRA agents spouted in unison. Bucky was screaming in pain. You couldn't bear to look at him, tears streaming down your face as you heard his agony. This was far worse than any torture inflicted on you yet. 

Then, the final word was spoken. 

“Freight Car”

Bucky’s eyes shot wide open. His rigid body remained the same, only beginning to stand instead of hugging himself in the fetal position. That’s when he spoke.

“готов подчиниться”

You understood the meaning, but didn't understand what your best friend had become. That’s when an explosion behind the three HYDRA agents erupted, causing everyone to become disoriented. 

Debris had been blown everywhere, dust clouding your vision and settling all around you. You didn’t see Bucky, you didn’t see the HYDRA agents. All you could see was a glow. It came from beyond where the explosion came from. You began squinting, trying to identify what was heading in your direction. That’s when you began to see flashes of the one and only “Hot Rod” red, along with the Star Spangled Man with a Plan. Although you wanted to smile at your rescue, your thoughts were all encompassed by Bucky. You hadn't known what happened to him, only knowing he was in extreme pain, now missing. You yelled out to Tony and Steve. 

“Over here!! I’m over here. Do you guys see Bucky??”

That’s when you heard a shift in the rubble, only a few short feet from where you were lying. A metal arm had popped out of the ground, reminiscent of the scene in the Evil Dead. 

Thank God. At least I know where he is. 

You worked slowly over to where he had appeared out of the ground. You began removing the stones off of his body with vigor. You could finally see his face and somewhat of his body, calling out his name. 

“Bucky? Bucky tell me if you’re hurt. Bucky please talk to me. You’re scaring me”

His expression remained blank, awaiting orders from whoever was willing to give them first. 

That’s when you heard the faint commands of a fallen HYDRA agent, determined to finish his job. 

“Attack”

Bucky’s reaction was immediate. He grabbed your throat with force, causing you to claw at his metal arm with what little energy you had left. Gasping and kicking your feet as he held you in the air, you tried calling out to him. This was your best friend, surely he had to recognize you. That’s when Steve threw his shield directly at Bucky’s legs, causing him to loosen his grip on your neck.

You fell to the ground coughing, your body begging for air as you inhaled so sharply you thought your chest would explode. Your coughing didn’t stop for a few seconds, only being brought back from reality when you heard the clash of vibranium on vibranium. You looked up to see Steve and Bucky fighting, Steve screaming “Buck! Buck it’s us!”

Bucky replied with angry grunts, not understanding anything but his commands. While Steve and Bucky fought, Tony was busy securing the area, taking out other HYDRA agents who had flooded the scene. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew Bucky was your top priority. You called out to him several times, hoping he would realize it was you. Your cries fell on deaf ears, however, as he continued to fight Steve with all of his might. 

You quickly glanced at everything going on, that’s when you noticed a HYDRA agent Tony had missed while fending them off. He was holding a loaded pistol, directly in Steve and Bucky’s direction. Before you could truly process what was going on, you heard the gunshot go off. At this point you weren’t too far away from them, sprinting in their direction to protect them from the bullet. You launched yourself in their direction, screaming in pain as your body was pushed to it’s limits already in pain. As you fell to the ground, you barely noticed the bullet had entered your right shoulder. Figuring the pain was from landing on sharp stones, you groaned loudly. 

As soon as you screamed, Bucky was ripped from his Winter Soldier persona and back into reality. However, Steve didn't see his realization, landing a punch straight to Bucky’s jaw, sending him staggering back. Both Steve and Bucky turned their attention to you, lying on the ground and bleeding everywhere. Bucky, who couldn’t care less about the fact that he just got punched in the face, moved over to your body with haste.

He looked down at you softly, covered in dirt and blood. His heart wretched in his chest, knowing all of this could’ve been avoided if he just double checked the layouts of the base before invading the building for their mission. “Y/N? Y/N sweetheart talk to me please” he said as he picked your head up gently to lay in his lap. You coughed up a little spittle of blood as you turned to look at him with tenderness in your eyes.

“Bucky? Is, is it you?”

He smiled down at you, with tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Yes sweetheart, it’s me. Just hang in there for me okay? We’re gonna get you to the quinjet. It’s gonna be okay.” You could hear the cracks in his voice as he spoke to you, but couldn't focus on it for too long. Both your vision and your hearing were starting to waver, going in and out as the chaos ensued around you. 

The last words you remembered hearing before everything went back was Bucky’s voice. 

“Don’t leave me now sweet girl, I need you. Please don’t go, you’re it for me.”

He continued talking, but lost consciousness as he spoke. Everything was dark.

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You woke up, looking at an absolutely blinding light. You squinted as you opened your eyes, not fully able to open them completely thanks to the mini sun above your head. 

You began to move your limbs, realizing that someone was holding your left hand. You looked over to see Bucky, sitting with you in the quinjet infirmary, his head hung low and gentle sobs escaping his mouth. 

You spoke up softly, unable to speak at a normal tone. 

“Bucky?” 

Bucky picked up his head, eyes puffy and red from the crying, not expecting you to be awake so soon after how much blood you had lost. 

“Y/N? Oh god, oh sweetheart” he stood up and kissed your forehead, not wanting to move your body by embracing you with a hug.

You smiled up at him as he hovered above your face, taking in your beauty.

He spoke with a quiver in his voice. 

“I, I thought I’d lost you. All because I was a fucking idiot who couldn't do my job before the mission, Y/N I am so sorry, I don’t, I never wanted you to see me that way. I’m so stupid, I’m-” you stopped Bucky from continuing his pity party by raising your left hand to his lips, shushing him with one finger. 

You gently removed your hand and lifted your head slightly to meet his lips with yours. You both closed your eyes as your lips met, savoring how delicious you both tasted, even post mission. You deepened the kiss slightly, angling your head so you both had more access to each other’s mouths. You held the kiss for what seemed like forever, finally decided to pull away softly. 

Staring into his beautiful ocean blue eyes, smiling up at him while holding the back of his head, you spoke softly “You are Bucky Barnes, and you’re my endgame.”

[ninnodesu]

The New Matriarch

AN: I’ve already uploaded it on AO3, but I thought “Why not do it here to?”  This is my very first fanfiction, ever, but I still want to write it out. I have a full on story thought out and I hope people like it! Constructive criticism allowed, but please be gentle with it. I’m an emotional wuss otherwise. -----------------

TW: Mentions of abuse. This story takes place somewhat before the slaughterhouse closes down.

Prologue.

Running. Lungs burning like they were set ablaze. Feet full of cuts after nicking on branches and sharp rocks, wobbly legs on the verge of giving up and no longer supporting you. 

You stumble and trip over trees, and crash down on the ground. Your knees taking the brunt of the fall, sending jolts of sharp pain through your already wrecked nerves.

Your knees hurt. Your lungs hurt. Your psyche hurts. 

There’s only two things you know at this point; pain, and a dream.

The bruises your captors had inflicted on you are nothing more than a reminder of what you’ve managed to break free from, a myriad of colors after years of torment. You stay put trying your best to rub away the worst of the pain in your knees before you know you need to keep on moving.

I can’t stop, I can’t stop. 

The desperate thought echoes in your mind and you're off the ground again.

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You honestly weren't sure how long you'd been running but you kept hearing their voices after you. 

"Get the fuck back here!"

Angry. Furious, even. You couldn't cry anymore. Your eyes were dry and they burned. Angry, red, and swollen. 

After wading through a small creek - in hopes that the dog might lose your scent - you collapse behind a huge boulder into damp moss. You couldn't run much more, you really couldn't, you had to take a break, you needed to breathe, to steady your heart which you honestly believed would explode if you kept pushing it.

Even if you knew you had no family to go back to, you didn't want to die. Not now, not like this. Not broken in the woods with bruises and scratches. 

"We own you."

Your breathing was shaky and came out in hacking seizures. 

Relax. Relax. Don't make a sound. Breathe, remember to breathe. Don't cough, oh please don't cough.

You begged your body to obey you. Pleaded with whatever higher entity there was. You could still hear them. Screaming after you. 

"Bitch, I will make you pay. We will all make you pay!"

You felt the need to cry again. That familiar lump in your throat returned, but you suppressed it, your eyes were too sore.

You knew that you most likely wouldn't make it if they found you, if they took you back there.

To your chains. You wouldn’t live through that punishment, and you definitely didn’t want to think about it

That fucking collar. You thought as you ghosted your fingers over your throat. The skin was raw and sensitive where the cold metal had been digging into you during so many years of captivity. 

After minutes had passed without hearing any voices, any angry footsteps or even that blasted dog they had brought to sniff you out you peered behind you over the boulder. 

That's when your heart froze. 

"Found you."

Suddenly you're up on your feet, sprinting. A new rush of adrenaline surging through your veins just seconds after your brain connected that you were staring into a gun. 

I'm nothing more than an animal to these people, you thought as you zigzag through a wheat field, managing to avoid bullets who flew past you, making you giggle slightly in your headspace.

This man is a really shitty shot, you amused yourself when you noticed he hadn’t hit you once.

As you started to slow down to a jog when you couldn’t hear shots or angry barking you saw something starting to appear beyond the wheat field. A silhouette… of a house. 

A mirage. It’s just a mirage, was your first thought when you saw it grow the closer you got to it, thinking it would disappear at any time. You really did think it was something your exhausted, dehydrated and mentally broken brain had made up. 

Still, you headed for it. What else could you lose? If they caught you, you were dead. If not, you would die of starvation, or dehydration, anyway. Why not risk it?

For the first time since you escaped the cold box you were locked in, you felt it. In your heart, a small spark was born. A dream. You started dreaming again, dreaming about living. Dreaming about getting rescued. And you smiled again.

In the midst of being in a mixed state of dreamworld and real world another shot rang out and then pain.

Searing hot pain and something running down your shoulder. As the bullet hit your shoulder you're on the ground again, screaming and cursing while trying to press your hand to the wound. 

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Fucking assholes!

"LEAVE ME ALONE!", your voice is loud, hoarse and dry, you need water. 

I don't want to die here. I can't die here.

You hear footsteps through the wheat and you decide to push forward again. Through the pain.

I. Am. Not. Dying. 

You grit your teeth and groan as you manage to push yourself up to your feet. The house is closer now. It’s huge, to you it’s a mansion, a palace made of marble and gold. A sanctuary. A sob reaches your mouth.

It is real. 

And suddenly, you see a figure. Someone is moving in and out of a barn to the side of the house, a lumbering figure.

People. There's people there! 

The light begins to grow even bigger and is tugging on your heart as you stumble forward the stranger.

"H- help…", you try to scream towards it, but after you manage to scream while wallowing in pain in the field your voice can barely be heard. Your throat is too dry, it feels like pure sandpaper. You try to gather the small amount of saliva you can to wet your throat.

One more try��� 

"Help!", you plead with a sob. You're crying again.

"Please, help me!". It's louder now. Hearable. And you can't help but to smile weakly when you realize you were heard. The figure stopped in his tracks, looking around and searching for where your scream came from, and your heart does a double take when he looks directly in your direction.

Yes! Here. Please look at me! 

The closer you get through your stumbles, the clearer the figure becomes.

A man. It's a man. And he's big.

"Mist-", one leg gives out, exhaustion hits you and you fall on your knees.

Your face turns to him as he takes two steps out of the barn towards your general direction. 

Please, look at me. 

You're up on your legs when you hear voices behind you again and you stumble toward the barn, towards the man you dream about being your rescue. 

When you finally reach it, you throw yourself behind one of the walls inside and press your back to it. Breathing hard, you look at him. The man is big. He's huge. Much bigger than your captors. You try to focus on him, trying your best to distinguish anything more than broad shoulders and long hair. But you’re too tired, too tired to take any details in.

You look strong. 

You sigh in relief and scramble towards him in desperation.

"Please… please help me." 

You reach out to him but he flinches and takes a step back, eyes scanning you and brows meeting in the middle.

"I beg of you. They're chasing me. I need… I need help.", you look behind you from where you came from in fear and you walk closer to him, trying your absolute best to look smaller than you already feel and is, trying your best to convey your desperation and fear running through your body. 

The footsteps are closer now and even the big man in front of you seems to react to someone walking close to the barn. He tilts his head, seemingly listening and following the sounds. You look up at him, a shaking hand reaching out for his shirt, exhausted fingers grabbing on as best as they’re able to.

“Please…”.

[iris-sistibly]

I looked in the mirror and saw an image, not of myself but a different person. I barely know him but he seem to know me very well...more than I know my own self.

“You are the best piece of artwork I’ve ever created,” his voice reverberated inside my head. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, “You crazy bastard, I will never be like you!�� I snarled at him. 

“Oh but you are now,” he said casually, as if this was a normal thing to say...no, wait--this is a normal thing for him to say, “Have you forgotten what you’ve done?” then he flashed his odd, spine chilling smile. My heart skipped a beat, my body trembled, once again I found myself in that residence, that hellhole I should never have gone to in the first place. Seo Mun-jo’s body lay lifeless on the floor, Ji-eun was unconscious on the dental chair. Drops of sweat mixed with blood trickled down my face and body, I can hear my heart pounding wildly in my chest, my mouth went dry because of dehydration, and my body was shaking from exhaustion. I glanced at my hand holding a knife stained with crimson red liquid, but the blood wasn’t mine. 

Um Bok-sun, the landlady...

Byun Deuk-jong, the man with special needs...

Hong Nam-bok, the pervert...

and Seo Mun-jo, the psychopathic asshole...

It was theirs...but it was my own doing, “I did these...I killed all of them...” that came out as a whisper, the knife slipped from my hand, it made a loud resonating sound as it hit hard on the floor. I palmed my face, “They were murderers!” I said in my mind, “I only did what needs to be done!”

“Exactly why I succeeded,” Seo Mun-jo’s voice echoed in my mind once again. 

I looked in the mirror and saw an image of a man, his emotionless eyes stared deep into my soul, his mouth curved forming an evil smile. I found myself staring at my own reflection, and that’s when I realized he was right all along. I did what I had to, but in the end I fell for his trap. Ironically, I felt free.

Something in me was freed after trying to contain it for so long and it was the most exhilarating feeling I’ve ever felt, my body trembled from post-adrenaline, my heart was pounding wildly from excitement, the stench of blood filled the air, I savored the intoxicating smell, it was way more addicting than alcohol and drugs combined. “So this is how it feels,” I said to myself, I killed the devil and became one myself, it was best feeling ever. 

Then in a blink of an eye, I was back in the hospital once more. I woke up from a trance and realized what I’m becoming. It terrified the shit out of me, but deep inside I wanted more, this bloodlust, the urge to kill excited me. Darkness was looming over, soon it will devour all of me, every piece...every side of my humanity. I frantically shook my head, “No...” I said over and over, but his voice was telling me otherwise. “NO!!!” I screamed, stepped back and bolted out of my room. “Sir! Where are you going?!” the nurse called me but I didn’t dare stop or look back. The hospital staffs went after me, I ran as fast as I could, it didn’t matter where my feet took me, I just knew I had to get out of here. Away from this world...away from myself...

“You are the best piece of artwork I’ve ever created...”

“You and I will be together forever...”

His words kept repeating in my head, “No you son of a bitch!” I yelled and hit my head. He may have lured me into his clutches, but I was determined to fight back, to save anything that was still good in me if I had any. I will never give him the privilege to see me drown into the pool of madness just like him. Gasping for air, I stopped when I reached the rooftop. The chilling breeze caressed my skin, I looked down and saw the busy streets of Seoul, it was so high from where I’m standing. Sky scrapers, street lights and vehicular lights lit up the night. I closed my eyes and remembered the few good years I had, when my life was ordinary. I’ve been longing for that simplicity, but I know I can never have it back.

Then their faces appeared once again, the demons who intended to haunt me for life. Their sinister smiles, their maniacal laughter, their terrifying voices and the never-ending nightmare of that dreadful night I am now imprisoned to, and the only way to get out of it was...

I opened my eyes and looked down once more, what was a pleasant view awhile ago became a dreadful sight. I gripped the railings as tight as I could, part of me says this isn’t the answer, that I can still get out of this and live again.

Can I?

“Oppa!!!” a woman’s voice called me, it was Ji-eun, the only person who kept me sane. The person I want to protect whatever it costs, she was crying, shaking her head, “Please don’t do this,” she begged. 

I wanted to run back into her arms, to apologize to her, to assure that everything will be alright. Then I felt a hand touch on mine, “You and I will be together forever,” Seo Mun-jo stood beside me, still wearing that creepily awful smile of his. His bare hand was as cold as his voice, “Sir please, we can help you! You don’t have to do this!” I heard the doctors and nurses plead as well.

I chuckled and shook my head, I wish it was that easy. I am grateful to the people who are willing to lend a hand, but seeing this bastard’s face made me realize that this is a battle only I can put an end to.

I now know what he meant when he told me that, him and I are one and the same, and as long as I live he too will always exist. I smiled back and flipped my middle finger, “In your fucking delusional mind!” I told him before plunging myself into the unknown.

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The devil in me by: Iris 

Written from Yoon Jong-u’s point of view

Drama: Strangers from Hell

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This drama is batshit tbh, and I want to make this fanfiction as dark as possible so I played around with Jong-u’s emotions and what I think he must have felt when realized he became the new Seo Mun-jo. I’m a huge fan of psychological-thriller and mystery genre so I really hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing this! 

[lotusthekat]

Flashes

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Rating: T

Relationships: Familial Hank & Connor (please do not ship them)

Characters: Connor, Hank Anderson, Original Minor Characters

Summary: Flashes are what keep coming back to him. Flashes are what alarm him, take him away from reality - only for it to retribute with a deadly force.

Or, Connor suffers a car accident.

Word count: 2225

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: My first fic on this blog! This was an idea I had one night, without knowing it was Connor’s birthday on the 15th. I decided to torture him as a birthday present then, haha.

I did my own take on the car accident prompt, even though I don’t really know how to write car accidents, so I hope this is good enough. Enjoy!

WARNINGS - car accident, near death experience, fear of death, major character injury, implied past death, trauma, panic attack and swearing.

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Connor only sees flashes. White, blinding blurs. Thirium blue, its metallic smell sickening. He hears and sees and speaks static. Nothing makes any sense, and the android is aware his eyes burn inside.

Until, in the next moment, his optical components are stabilized. He still sees mainly white but rebooting system messages give him a rather positive diagnosis: aside from a couple, non-severe injuries, Connor seems to be alright.

However, the android takes a while to acknowledge other presences in his surroundings. He recognizes an android technician using the computers, controlling the unliving machines that are looking after Connor’s body. Beside them, a human woman accompanies the procedure; soon enough, she turns around expectedly, maybe knowing Connor awakens through the screens.

It’s only then that the RK800 concludes he’s in an Android Repair Center, especially when he takes notice of their uniforms – different tones of gray and blue, though they no longer have the CyberLife brand, the company having been shut down a month or so after the first stage of the ongoing Android Revolution.

The woman approaches Connor with a sympathetic smile.

“Hello, Connor,” She says. “How are you feeling?”

(Feeling. Times truly have changed, for this question to be directed at him.)

The RK800 blinks several times before replying, still growing used to the bright room, and yet bothered by his lacking memory.

“I’m…” He doesn’t know what to answer, as there is only one question lingering in his processors: “What happened?”

Her smile falters a little. “You…” She looks down for a moment, as if to plan her words. “You suffered a car accident.”

Connor gapes at her. “I- I did?”

She sighs, not in annoyance but concern. “Your car crashed into a tree; although you had no deadly injuries, you fell onto hibernation mode due to your stress levels before we treated you.”

After this, the android says nothing. Flashes return to him. Cold, biting cold creeps in his thirium vases, causing him to tremble. Logic is far from his senses, as he knows he’s approaching the inevitable, the endless darkness.

Loud, deafening “ping” sounds are heard somewhere, and voices try reaching him, yet Connor can’t seem to find their sources. He sees the same blurs, hears the static again.

It’s cold, cold, cold.

He’s going to die.

He doesn’t want to die. He doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t—

 … nor. Connor? Can you hear me? You’re safe.

A telepathic voice has reached him. It sounds to be the other android in the room. They begin to form again in his vision, a dark void.

Calm down. You are in the Android Repair Center. You’re not there anymore. You’re safe, they repeat. You’re going to be alright. You just need to listen to me. Can you do that?

Desperate, Connor nods, at this point crying helplessly.

You’re not going to die, Connor. You’re almost healed, and you will be ready to leave soon. I promise.

The RK800 struggles to breathe, to calm his loud, hammering pumps. Connor replays the words in his head several times, even repeating it out loud to himself until his thirium pressure returns to normal. The other android is still present, staying for him, and just that helps.

Finally, Connor is back in the room, both technicians relieved. The blaring pings are no more, and the android doesn’t feel cold anymore.

“You’re alright, Connor,” The woman says. “We will do one last check-up, and then you’ll be free to go, okay?”

He nods.

“As for the car, it was already taken for repairs,” She reveals. “We contacted Mr. Anderson and he’s waiting for you outside.”

Connor tenses up. Hank…

Oh, goodness. He crashed Hank’s car. He’s screwed.

“You’ll be okay,” The woman insists, in a lower volume; maybe noting he’s distressed again.

Connor silently lets the technicians finish their job. The android eventually accepts the furious scolding that’s coming for him.

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It’s snowing outside, though it’s not so dangerous, which is why Connor agrees to this.

Hank is apprehensive to let him wander around in the snow, yet Connor reassures him it’ll be alright. The android offers himself to go to the market, after everything the former lieutenant has done for him. Connor might as well let the man rest for tonight and get the groceries by himself.

Given many humans have evacuated Detroit in a short amount of time, the available markets are farther from Hank’s neighborhood, so Connor takes the car. The groceries themselves are quick to get done, taking roughly forty minutes. The ride home is tranquil, not too many cars share the same snowy road tonight. Connor texts Hank that he’s on his way back, quickly getting a reply.

Hank: don’t text while driving

Connor: Mind you that I am, according to your own words, a “walking smartphone”.

Hank: scratch that, you’re a smartASS phone

Connor: A highly-advanced smartass phone, indeed. :-)

Hank ultimately replies with a middle finger emoji, bringing a smirk to Connor’s face.

The radio, one of Hank’s favorite stations, plays Joy Division in a satisfactory volume. Connor finds out he enjoys the sound and wanders in the night. There’s still half of the way left. He already anticipates Hank’s sassy remarks regarding the healthier food the RK800 has bought; he imagines Sumo jumping and trying to snatch the treats Connor buys for him, whilst Hank complains he spoils the dog too much.

He feels… warmth. A feeling he’s become familiarized with. The warmth of home.

Except it fades once Connor realizes how… foggy and dark is outside. The snow seems faster, stronger; going against what the weather updates have told him before he left home. Connor is careful and attentive, managing to drive at a soothing speed.

But the more time passes, the snow worsens. It’s not a blizzard yet it does little to calm him.

Somewhere, Connor is aware his stress levels are higher than recommended. His hands hold tight onto the wheel. Regardless, he doesn’t lose control of the car.

However, his enhanced attention fails when he needs the most.

Once the flashlights blind his view, the android barely realizes what’s happening. Rather than following his programming, he follows what is most likely his flight or fight response – which leads to complete failure.

He dodges the other vehicle but at the cost of Hank’s car drifting furiously along the snowy, wet asphalt. Connor screams as he’s unable to stop it, until the crashing glass and metal deafen his audio processors.

His hearing is static and painful, vision at first darkened by uncertainty. Connor slowly awakes, eyes stabbed by blaring warnings, even though they’re not numerous. The android looks at his side, multiple glass shards having attacked the right seat. His right side hurts for that matter, and he tastes thirium. He’s just barely touching whatever the car has crashed into. Either way, Connor can still move, and he chooses to get out of the ruined vehicle.

Which gets even worse, as he’s caught by the freezing wind outside. Connor gasps for air, until he realizes there’s next to nothing. He can’t go so far, his limbs hurting, burning, and so he falls onto the snow, having what’s remained from the car to support his body. Connor is long gone when it comes to his high stress levels, and he does try to call the emergencies. Problem is, he cannot speak.

“Help…” He begs, throat wracked by the cold. “P-Please, help me… I-I’m cold…”

There’s a voice trying to talk to him, but the snow is so loud that he can’t understand it. He’s distantly aware that tears are rolling down his face, only for them to freeze and bite his eyes and cheeks.

Connor doesn’t feel the car anymore. He detects nothing but the snow. No light. No life.

He’s trapped again. And he’s… he’s not getting out this time.

He won’t go back home.

He won’t see Hank and Sumo again. He won’t see Markus and Josh, and North and Simon again. He won’t feel the sunlight on his face, or the rain softly wetting his clothes.

Right now, he’s shot by the freezing snow.

He’s going to die.

“Please…” Connor whispers, growing numb at this point – and so desperately trying to stay awake. “Help…”

I need more time, he begs.

But another voice arrives with the harsh truth: one that sounds too much like Amanda.

It’s too late, Connor.

You failed.

--

The way to the waiting room feels endless.

Connor looks down, trying to come up with a rational explanation of what happened, failing in the end. He’s not willing to tell Hank. This might be the turning point for the man to decide not to live with him anymore – and that’s really alright. If anything, Connor will do everything to pay for what he did.

Finally, he arrives. The Center’s waiting room is less white and neutral – its shades of blue are vivid. Though it’s not what draws his attention in the slightest, as he realizes there’s only one person waiting there.

Hank sits uncomfortably on one of the chairs, restless. He’s grabbed the nearest clothes he could find, as Connor judges by his mismatched socks and shoes, his home sweatpants and his worn, thick jacket. Hank is hiding his face with one of his hands, practically leaning onto his arm for support. He doesn’t appear to detect Connor’s approach at first, so the android finally voices his presence.

“Hank?”

The older man raises his head only a little, enough to reveal red-rimmed, swollen eyes, contrasting his light blue. Knowing Hank, he must’ve been crying in silence the entire time, and once he lowers his hand, Connor’s suspicions are confirmed by obvious tear stains. Connor has never seen Hank in such a tragic state.

The RK800 stares back, guilt creeping in his chest.

“Hank… I—”

The moment the android opens his mouth, Hank jumps from his chair and tackles Connor in his arms. He’s mindful of any injuries he might have, but at the same time Hank engulfs him so he never leaves.

“Jesus Christ, Connor!” Hank curses wetly. He can’t see his face, but Connor feels the other’s tears wetting his neck.

Connor considers for a moment, yet he doesn’t resist for long. He crushes the older man in both relief and fear, fearing he might go back to the snow and pain if he doesn’t let go.

Hank’s heart rate is high, too high. He’s barely holding it together, his sobs silent and muffled by Connor’s shoulder. After what feels like forever, Hank manages to pull away, looking even more terrible.

“Fuck, Connor,” He says, a hand gently reaching Connor’s face. “Are you okay?”

The android nods. “My injuries weren’t so grave, and the remaining, less severe ones will be healed by my own healing system.”

Hank sighs in a confusing mixture of feelings, drying his own tears with one of his hands. “Good fucking God…”

Connor lowers his gaze, remorseful.

“I’m sorry for crashing your car, Hank,” He apologizes. “I couldn’t—”

“I don’t give a shit about the car, you fucking idiot!” Hank snaps and faces him again, firmly grabbing his shoulders. Even so, the man is far from angry; he looks like he’s about to have a complete breakdown. “I could’ve lost you! I can’t-!” His voice breaks, crying harder. “I can’t fucking take this again, Connor. I can’t.”

Again…

Connor freezes, feeling stupid for not acknowledging why Hank is so distressed. Not that the man has ever been pleased with Connor risking his life and even dying once. But it’s been months, everything has changed. Everything between them has changed, and Connor knows Hank much better than before.

Of course Hank would be devastated. A car accident, of all things, to take Connor away from him in a snowy night…

The android cries along with him. “I’m sor—”

“Shut up, Connor. I just—” Hank takes a deep breath and pulls him close again. “I’m just glad you’re alright, son.”

The same warmth returns with these words, specifically the last one, and Connor buries his face in Hank’s shoulder. “Me too. I was…” He fists Hank’s coat and whispers, “I was so scared, Hank.”

The older man squeezes him. “I know.”

Finally, Connor relaxes in his hold, so much that his legs no longer cooperate with his weight. Hank supports him either way, smoothing his brown curls. After another squeeze on his shoulders, he lets go of the android, though not allowing him to go anywhere out of his sight.

“Come on, let’s go home,” Hank tells him. “Sumo is worried sick about you. Dog’s probably got a ‘Connor In Danger’ radar at this point.”

Connor smiles sadly at the thought, yet he finds himself staring at Hank and how his smile doesn’t meet his eyes. Hank guides him outside and calls a taxi, his arm firm around Connor’s shoulders. The latter feels him calming down, despite the hesitance of letting Connor go.

The taxi arrives in a couple minutes and so Hank and Connor share the backseat. The way home is silent, though their beating organs are soothing and clear. Connor lies on the former lieutenant’s side, while the other smooths his brown hair over and over. Connor takes a deep breath and finds himself slipping into a peaceful slumber, warm and welcoming and loving.

(Thankfully, it wasn’t too late.)

[forgotten-daydreamer]

Fanfiction authors deserve respect (read this, please)

I have something to say, and it's going to take a while so if you don't want to read a long post, please scroll down.

So, let's start from this: a person bookmarked one of my works and saved it as "rushed", "typical chickflick", "feels like I've read something like this already".

Now, everybody has their opinion and I'm not saying that what they said is untrue.

I mean, as the author of said work I need to say that it's not completely true either, since the characters don't "fall in love in two weeks" (this person wrote this) as I said mutliple times in the fic, but I get that it can seem rushed. I'm not denying it, I even agree a bit. Some bits I wrote are just... Yeah, rushed.

It can also look similar to some other fic, since it's a super common trope. I'm not the first person who wrote about this trope and I won't be the last, surely.

But... Why?

I mean, why saving it as a bookmark if you think that it's a mediocre work? And, why describing it like that in the bookmarks and not in the comments, where I could have seen it right away and maybe tried my best to fix what they didn't like?

No, they just hit me with that. Kinda hurtful, don't you think?

Of course I'm not saying that this fic is heavenly written 'cause it's not. I'm not a published author, I've never written professionally. I'm just a person who writes for fun. But many liked that fic and, personally, I do too.

I write for fun. I said it already, but I feel like I need to specify that I WRITE FOR FUN.

Nobody pays me to. Nobody forces me to. Nobody asks me to.

I just love writing SO much, I'll never stop.

And I always take into account that people might hate what I write. They might think "wow, this is shit" and comment it on my works.

And I'd take it. It never happened to me so far, but I would say "hey, I respect it. How can I improve?".

My style has been criticised once: I cherished that comment and it helped me immensely, since my style has improved since then thanks to that single comment. Constructive criticism is ALWAYS accepted and I always specify that.

I'm a young adult. I don't know anything. I don't pretend that I do. I really, really don't. And the smallest constructive criticism on any subject helps me more than you can imagine. Really.

Back to that bookmark... "De gustibus non disputandum est", right?

Right.

As the majority of fic authors, I also read a lot of fics. Writing is cool, and reading is just as cool, in my opinion.

And, in its own way, every fic is amazing. Some fics are nasty for their content- let's not pretend that the world is all glitters and teddy bears, there are some f*cking monsters around. But the great majority of the fics is precious, and their authors too.

I have noticed that some say "I wrote this at 4am, it sucks LOL". I used to do it too. I still do, sometimes.

It's not always a lie. Sometimes authors are really up until 4am to update that one fic that's bugging them.

Most of the times, though, saying that is a coping mechanism that those who write adopt to say "hey, if you hate it don't attack me". It's to suffer less. It's because we are scared of hurtful comments.

That bookmark from before is not hurtful, just... Weird.

But it reminded of how some people are threatening authors, they are insulting them for their choices or their style. Again, I'm not talking about creepy fics that involve illegal pairings or themes (and let's not start a discourse on "what themes are too delicate?" because I do not have the necessary knowledge on the topic and I still don't have an opinion). I'm talking about "normal" fics.

I want to say that threatening authors is NOT okay.

Leaving purposefully hurtful comments is NOT okay.

Non-constructive criticism is NOT okay in ANY of its forms.

If you have something to say, good or bad, do it properly.

You are not "savage" if you insult someone's work with no real reason.

You are not "superior" if you feel like you don't owe the author an explanation.

You cannot "read between the lines" if you completely misread a fic.

If you do any of these things, you are simply childish.

I'm not angry at whoever bookmarked my fic like that, not at all. I am disappointed, though. Very.

People like that are disappointing.

And cowards, and selfish. Not only you are saying things behind our backs, no, you are also not helping us to improve.

We are doing something that we enjoy, and we are sharing it with you for free because we want more people in our big happy fandom family, whatever the fandom is.

Please, I beg you on my knees to be respectful. Not toward me, but toward my community. The community of fic writers.

[miniherodesktales]

Is fanfiction a free gift?

We’re still in the middle of the coronavirus lockdown, so please don’t mind me if I ramble on a bit. Too much free time.

I’ve been a writer of fanfiction for some time now and I feel I’ve gone on a bit of a journey concerning the issue of reviews. Or rather the lack of them. Or, to be completely honest, feeling that I was not receiving enough reviews, that I deserved more. 

I know that I am alone in having felt that way. A quick Google search of “why don’t people review my fanfic?” yields plenty of results.

Whatever their reasons, readers don’t always wish to write a review.

What is perhaps a little more interesting is to look at why we writers want reviews.

Reflecting purely on my own feelings, I felt a strong amount of ownership over my fanfics and it niggled at me that readers would read my precious story and not even give - GIVE- me a thank you. It felt like something was being taken from me, even though it wasn’t. 

Give is the key word here. I was not happy with the idea that anyone could just read the fruits of my creativity and not give me something in return. I didn’t just want my fanfics to be free, I wanted something in return. In a way I wanted to be paid, to maintain my ownership. To make sure that the readers were not going to get something for free.

Again, I know that I was far from alone in feeling that way. I’ve seen writers go to great lengths to encourage - pressure - their readers into reviewing. I’ve seen the angry tumblr posts insisting that fanficton is not free, that it is the readers job to review. I’ve seen bitter posts shaming readers for their lack of reviews. I’ve seen writers demanding and begging and bargaining. 

The word “payment” crops up time and time again. “Be kind”, “Make my day”, “I’m writing something you enjoy, so pay me back by reviewing.”

It’s not pleasant feeling like that. It’s angry and bitter and lonely and frustrating.

I was so over feeling like that, and to be honest, I did not want to be like the really frustrated writers who feel that they have vent on social media. They can’t be very happy. It’s understandable, but it’s not healthy, either.

I had to change my attitude. So, I gave up looking at how many followers I had and how much traffic my fics were receiving. I am feel grateful to those who do review and remind myself that I would not want the pressure of having too many reviewers and trying to please them all. 

I also have to acknowledge that having increased hours at work has helped a lot. It keeps me busier, less bored, and left me feeling better about myself.

This leads me onto my second reason for craving reviews: social interaction.

I feel a little embarrassed to admit this, but I think I mistakenly felt that fanfic sites should be a place to interact with people, but they’re not very good for that. At least, they’re not in my experience. 

I am lucky in that I have my siblings, particularly my sister, who I can share fandom with. Friday Night is Sisterly Nerd Night, Sometimes With Older Brother and Very Occasionally Youngest Sister. I love my sibling nerds to bits. 

By being part of a fandom it meant that I no longer rely on someone leaving a review who may wish to chat and share the joy of a common interest.This is a rarity. 

The biggest change in my attitude came from learning to view my fanfics as a free gift, no payment necessary. Because it is a free gift to any reader who wants it I don’t expect a review in exchange or payment. I still hope I will receive a lovely review, but I’ve learnt not to rely on them.

It’s tough, though, and I still feel a little sad and frustrated and un-motivated, but thanks to my awesome sister and a couple of regular reviewers I’m learning to enjoy writing for the sake of writing.Thank you!

A poet called Lewis Hyde wrote a book called The Gift, an essay about the very old problem any creative person faces. How to maintain your creativity while also making a living out of it? Can monetary value ever be placed on art?

I couldn’t finish this book, it was too dry for me, but he’s also the author of another interesting book discussing the trickster archetype and how it relates to creative people.

Anyway, part of Hyde’s definition of a gift is that it should be something that is continually passed along. A Christmas present that is kept will eventually lose it’s power, it’s life, but if it is constantly being passed from person to another it will keep it’s power.

Sounds like fandom, right?

If we keep inspiring one another and keep creating then we can use our gifts to keep our favorite fandoms alive. If a fic about Captain America riding in on a stallion to rescue Iron Man inspires another person to create fanart and another to write a puppet show about it, then we have a gift in circulation that will keep breathing new life into the fandom. And Stoney is just a gift that keeps on giving.(I need more Stoney in my life, thanks to my sister!)

But, any writer that demands a review as payment or as an exchange has not really created a gift, but a commodity....I think...

Okay, I’ve reached the limited point of my own understanding. And I sound way too pretentious for own liking.

My point is that I’m a happier fanfic writer for seeing my fics as a gift. It doesn’t matter too much if people review or not. I like it when people tell me that they enjoyed my work, but I no longer see reviews as something I deserve or have the right to. 

I like to think that people are reading my stories and enjoying them. It feels good to create something that people can enjoy for free.

....

Okay, so I’m laughing at myself now for my own pretentiousness. Please understand it’s been building up for a long time, seeing how frustrated and angry some writers were becoming and seeing it in myself.

Take care, everyone.

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

IOAMB’S REQUESTS

These are the links to the smut games 80% of these requests reference to:

 Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || Smut Game 3 || Smut Game 4|| Smut Game 5

if a smut game isn’t listed in the request just pick one, if it’s a smut game with a high number chances are it’s from smut game 4 or smut game 5!

Rules or regulations:

1. If you post the scenario on your personal Tumblr make sure to put IOAMB in the first five tags!

2. Feel free to submit the scenario to me and I’ll post it if you want to stay anonymous 

3. If you post the story elsewhere on a different platform please give credit to this Tumblr, and send me a link, I still would love to read them!

A.C.E REQUESTS:

I see your request are open... I don’t know if you write for A.C.E but if you do can I get like a making out with Chan, please??? It could just be making out or lead to more, that could be up to you

if you are still up to it,, can i request an a.c.e junhee smut based on 'toothbrush' by dnce ? if not that's ok,, but either way thank you for staying active and i love what you do !! 💝

I want request a.c.e nerd!jun smut where you are college students and he is ur tutor and u tease him all the time pls 💛💙💚🧡❤

can i request a chan (a.c.w) thigh riding?

hi ! thank you for keeping this acc alive with quality content ,, i was wondering if you would still be willing to write sumn for a.c.e ? nothing wild,, just a soft smut for junhee based on either waste it on me (bts) or beautiful (bazzi). it doesn't matter whether it's a drabble, scenario, or bullet pointed,, but if not that's totally fine and thank you again !

Can I request a single mom au and you have been dating Junee from A.C.E for 4 months and you decide to tell him and you aon calls him oppa and everything is happy. Also can there be a little bit of angst because he is a little upset you didn't tell him. Thanks😘😘😘

A.C.E donghun literaly anything about making love at like 2 a.m.

ANIME REQUESTS:

Hi I see that you do anime request too I’m so happy because I love your writing!💕 If I can request one punch man saitima x reader(female) if the story be kind like they were married and she just found out she was pregnant 🥰 and anything else can be up too you 😊 thank you

can i request a grey vampire smut

May I request a scenario where Gilthunder meets up with the reader after not seeing them for a long time?

ATEEZ REQUESTS

I love your writings so much ahhh but I’ve never sent in a request! Could I request something with Hongjoong from Ateez pls? Super steamy, go wherever your mind takes you💋

i know you don't know ateez the much but can i request a seonghwa vampire fluff smut

Ohhh nice can i request a heated makeout session with Hongjoong?

BIGBANG REQUESTS

Heyooooo. Can I request a pure smut with T.O.P. and GD of BigBang with numbers 20,22,29,40,53,56 and 57? 😅 If it's too much, just ignore it. (srry for bad english). Thank you in advance 💕

Omg could I request from smut game no.5 BigBang’s T.O.P and numbers 33 and 88, combined if possible. L O V E your smut to DEATH! Thank you❤️

BTS REQUESTS:

Can I get an uhhhh Drabble request of joon wanting reader to ride him but she’s too shy ands he’s also obsessed with her boobs? Gracias unnie😚

Hmm I just came from watching Eat Jin/Eat Chim’s vlive so I’m having feelings... of a slightly crack, lil bit fluffy/smutty~ scenario with Jin and foodplay 😋

BTS reaction to s/o being thicc? Pretty please and thank you

Hiiii! Is there a way i may request a smutty/ fluffy jin? Like one where it's a cock warming one? I love your writing and want you to do it if you can!? Thank youuuu!!

Can I request a suga scenario where he and his girlfriend fight and he gets so mad she thinks he'll get aggressive towards her?

kim taehyung in a bandanna will forever be my kink. like could you just imagine being blinded by his favorite one when he goes down on you? or tied to the bed with them with a vibrator to your clit? or him twirling it and spanking you with it when you’re being a brat? girl 🥵 - ftta

Hello!, I love you fics. Could you write a lovesick/passionate Taehyung smut please

Yoongi getting really mad at anther member bc of whatever while his girlfriend is with them and she gets scared scenario pls :)

can you imagine sucking tae off in poor kookie’s bed? like okay you’re on your knees on the floor, completely naked. tae is on the edge of kook’s bed with his dick in your mouth, head thrown back letting out breathy moans. then poor virgin jungkook walks in and see you two and he’s just a shy bitch and he’s like “that’s.. that’s my bed” but you can see that he’s ROCK HARD as his eyes are just glued on your pussy clenching around nothing. and you and tae are just like, “wanna join?” - ftta

i’m tryna choke on tae and have him stick his fingers down my throat and smack me in the face and hold my hair in a makeshift ponytail while he fucks my face 🥵 - ftta

i want tae to choke me while i ride him into the sunset. I WANNA GET CAUGHT BY PAPA JOON AND MAMA JIN AND GET YELLED AT 😩 tae likes chocolate and i have a whole lot of it that i’m willing to share - ftta

Can you please do something where jungkook eats you out until you can’t feel your legs please?

Hey could you write a story of namjoon and hoseok and the reader being in a poly relationship. The reader is their sub/girlfriend, heavy bdsm and praise kink :3

105 w/ namkook plssss

I WAS LITERALLY SMILING SO HARD WHEN I CAME ACROSS THE “your hair looks vibrant against my dark complexion” PART THEN I JUST COULDNT STOP SMILING OMG. well here’s some more thoughts. i keep having this daydream of tae eating me out after he’s been out all day and he asked if i touched myself at all (it’s a rule that i can’t) and i say i haven’t but i rode kookie’s thigh and jimin ate me out. then he begins a ruthless fingering pace and he’s all cocky “i’m sure jimin can’t make you feel - ftta

Can I get a mufuckinuhhhhh.... Namkook 3some?????

i wanna dom jungkook with taehyung and have him call me mommy and tell me how he’s a good bunny and that he deserves to cum. i wanna listen to him beg me to tell tae to let him cum. “i’m a good bunny mommy. please tell daddy to let me cum. i’m such a good bunny. please, i’m so close” fuck me up

Hey, so I was wondering if you could do a smut fic with Tae (BTS) waking you up with slow passionate sex

yoongi 101 pls ?

i’m not yoongi biased and i try to remain in my lane since my bestfriend is, but like i’m dyinggggg to receive some tongue technology. he’s such a lazy person and i feel like he’ll lazily give head too. always having me on the edge of cumming but not quite enough. i love the idea of edging so yes let’s do it. send me to hong kong min yoongi - ftta

I don't know if you are taking request but could I request a Taehyung x reader? Where it's like a daddy and kitten dynamic, and he keeps praising her while he eats her out? Or something like this? I absolutely love your writing, you're so talented. Thank you 💜

BTS and GOT7 Reacts to Coming Home and S/O Throwin’ It Back

Hi! I'd like a Yoonkook smut. Yoongi and jungkooJ from BTS just for clarification. And I'd also like the numbers 24 and 28 from the second smut list to be included in it. Thank you! Also you can decide if the two of them are dating or are just good friends. Have a nice day/night!

Could you please do a “sex in the shower” with jungkook please???

can i request a poly relationship with a sub!jungkook, dom!taehyung and dom!female reader? where kookie is begging to cum and he promises he’s a good bunny? this has been a reoccurring dream 😂

Hi again ❤ a while ago i request #8 and #18 but i didn't put from what smut game so i'm here to say that they're from Smut game 2. Sorry for my silliness and again thank you very much w/ a dom Yoongi

Hi~ I would like to ask for 19 and 22 with submissive YoonGi and Female reader. By the way i love your blog, it's really awesome ❤

and please please please pretty please do the bts one to their s/o holding in their moans oh PLEASE

How about Suga for that shower sex scene, I feel like that would be great

Hi for your Smut game 5 can I request no.8 no.12 no.14 no.26 no.32 With BTS’ Kim Namjoon please :))

Hello lovely, I just wanted to say you are my absolute favorite writing blog. I was wondering if you could write a smut where you embarrass Namjoon while you're at an event by "flirting" with another member in front of everyone so he punishes you when you get home. Thank you lovely 💕.

SMUT 39 WITH YOONGI??? PLS???

Hello! Could I request #14 with Bts’ Taehyung? :))

PLS THE SMUT PLOT #12 WITH TAE AND JUNGKOOKK??

51 smut game 5 with jungkook please?

Hello:), Could I get a Jimin, Jungkook, and V fanfic with 78,81,83.

Hi! I would like a V(BTS) fanfiction with the prompts 18 and 46

100,103,104 with Bts’ Yoongi please. I love your blog <3

28 smut with Jeon jungkook!!!!!!!!

#48 bondage smut game 3 with Maknae lineV?

#11 smut with jungkook?

Hi!! I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if you could do: y/n and Jungkook first time (him maybe being kind of nervous) Thank you so much!! How do I know if/ when you do it? Will I just have to keep in checking? 😊😂

EXO REQUESTS:

I saw your requests are open! Can I please request a smut with Sehun containing spanking?

Can you do a best friend scenario where you find out that kyungsoo has a daddy kink

I'm not sure what's going on with me, but I have been thinking about Chanyeol a lot lately. Like I really want him to just put his hand on my cheek with his thumb in my mouth as I sink to my knees and he fucks my throat😩, please tell me that this is just a phase

Baekhyun whispering in my ear telling me what a good girl I am for them and whining while kissing my ear and neck telling me how badly he wanted to fuck me. Chanyeol chucking against my pussy, the vibrations causing me to buck my hips up to his face, begging him for more. Them making me cum over and over again. Taking turns fucking me while the other fucks my mouth. Fucking each other while the other fucks me. Until they eventually fuck me at the same time.... Yeah such a way to wake up. -💜(2/2)

I literally woke up so hot and bothered! Laying against Baekhyun, my back against his chest, his arms forcing my legs open for Chanyeol, who is slowly leaving kisses down my body. Baekhyun running his hands down my torso up to my breasts, playing with them. Chanyeol finally giving in to my desperate pleas for him to stop teasing and finally fucking me with his tounge. -💜 (½)

can i request from the smut game? exo’ chanyeol x female reader #15? (maybe sub!chanyeol with a mommy kink?)

smut game 1 // 14 // for lay x male reader

3rd: 77 with dom Baekhyun ft Yixing/Lay

56 and 101 with EXO chanyeol please!!!! Thank you so much!

Hi! Can I get 28 and 39 with EXO Sehun???? Thank you!

82; jongin & kyungsoo

can you write number 8 for lay x male reader plss 💕

If you write for exo...Please write a Dom Minsoek imagine.

Can I get an ot12 exo reaction to you loving being overstimulated for long periods of time(5 orgasms non stop for example) please?

Xiumin Rought Sex prompt?

the baekyeol poly request was about baek and the reader being chayeols littles who weren’t allowed to touch each other but baek being the brat he is gets curious when chanyeol leaves and talks the shy reader into play time?? they probably get in big trouble when he interrupts them 😉

GOT7 REQUESTS:

a smut w morning sex by jaebum?

Can i request 20 of the smut game with got7 mark and Bambam they are my biases ❤

Can you do JB making you his for the first time, if you know what I mean

Could I request a reaction in which the reader (being a little heavier/chubbier than usually) gets into an anxious state when GOT7 undresses them worrying about how they look in their eyes?

hii! could i get a smut w jb from got7 where the reader is riding him in the living room while the tv is on in the background? thank you c: ps. love your writing c:

Can I request a GOT7 reaction/scenario, in which Y/N is very self conscious and insecure about herself/himself due to being a little chubbier than others and questions if she’s worth being liked and if the member actually likes her. 🤧🙏🏻

can you please make got7 reacting to you getting angry and ignoring him in a conversation while his friends watch?

Can I request got7 reacting to making y/n cry??🥰

i feel like bam is a cum inside, swallow, on your face or on your tits. he likes to paint his s/o - ftta

Will you please write something with Smut Game 2 numbers 13 and 15 with Mark from GOT7?💚 Your writings are so amazing by the way :)))

Can you do jealous Mark got7 scenario smut how would be. Like you don't give him attention because you are busy speaking with the boys or else. Pretty pls ❤

The thought of Mark and Bambam and Jinyoung just taking me in all three holes. My tattooed body covered in their cum. Them calling me a cock hungry whore as i happily choke on whoever's length is in my mouth. My pierced bottom lip bruised from the face fucking. All their moans and grunts. Jinyoung holding my wrists behind my back groaning what a slutty cunt i have and that im their fuck toy to fuck whenever they want 😍

BTS and GOT7 Reacts to Coming Home and S/O Throwin’ It Back

Can I request jealous Daddy!JB having angry sex with you (his gf) after seeing you talk to your Ex Seungcheol from SVT? Let’s just say that maybe Scoups got a little too close for JBs liking.

Can I get 36, 45, 82, and 100 with JB, Jinyoung, and Mark from Got7?

Hello can I request a threeway yugyeom x bambam x girl reader smut please?? With prompts 37 and 65 from smut game 5? Noona kink please 😭 tysm ily if you do this!

I’m the anon that requested number 80 for markson... I forgot to add which smut game: smut game 5

Can you please do number 28 with jb?

(Smut game 5) Yugyeom and 65, 71, and 72 please xoxo

5+77+79 got7 gang bang pleasue

11 with bambam please

jinyoung with 27 and 57

👋🏻 hey. I don’t know if your still taking requests for you smut game but 104,101,40,14and 21 with mafia boss JB make up sex

Could I request #73 (from smut game 5) with BamBam?

16 and 17 smut with Jackson please!

Telling GOT7 you're ready for a baby 😉

Hello idk if you got my ask because my internet was giving out right when I was sensing it but I wanted to request a threesome smut with yugyeom x bambam x Female reader. Using scenarios 37 65 79 from the smut game #5!!! Tysm! (If you did see the first ask you can ignore this one)

Shiii that Monsta X reaction post was great, I know you said you'd do the maknae line but I was wondering if you could kind of make one for Got7 as well. It's cool if you don't want to I just wanted to know if you'd be up for it (holding back moans)

Rough sex with Jinyoung (GOT7)?

Jinyoung (GOT7) Dom imagine?

MONSTA X REQUESTS:

Can I request a smutty Jooheon drabble? Like maybe he’s a mafia king and you’re his gf.

Part V of ‘A helping hand maybe mouth’

For the drabble thing...uh Shownu as an eThot or like him just being real good to himself in the mirror 😳😳🙈 an I mean if you already have something like that link me frfr♡

Wonho. Love at first sight

Hey can you do smut where Jooheon and you are sworn enemies? You can decide the rest of the plot -Thanks

Hello loove 💗💗 if you are accepting requests and aren’t too busy with life, may I request a soft Jooheon smut? Thank you in advance! ☺️

Hi can I request a Shownu date smut?

Can you do a (possible daddy???/sir??) Monsta X reaction to them fucking you so hard you have tears running down your cheeks? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Thanks luv

Can I get a Monsta X request of Minhyuk? 20, 45, 46 Thank you, love you~

And Shownu's pillowy lips 😍😍😍😍 imagine them running along your skin and whispering naughty things in your ear…

11 & 14 with chanhyuk from monsta x please ❤️

Hello!! I just found your blog and I really like it it’s great !! But could I request a scenario with Kihyun from Monsta X where he’s been stressed and frustrated all day but when he finally gets home he lets all his anger out on you ( If you know what I mean *wink* *wink*) please and thank you!!❤️

I was wondering if you could do number 41 in the list you made, with Kihyun (from Monsta x)?

Heeeeey I was wondering if your requests are still open, and if so can I get a smut fic about Hyungwon (Monsta X) being in love with his cute chubby black girlfriend's creamy thighs but in a smutty way lol

#39 with shownu? thank you!

OML REQUESTS ARE OPEN OKAY CALM DOWN, I want to request Jooheon x fem!reader x Jackson smut with the prompts (13,39,40,79 and 81) where Jackson confessed to Jooheon that he had been have no fantasies about Jooheon’s gf and how he wants to make her cum so much she’s shaking, and passed out by the end? Good god I’m too dirty for my own health. Thank you and have a good day, remember it’s okay to feel sad, and if you need to talk, never hesitate to do that! 💙💙💙💙

I just noticed your requests are open and I'm super excited! Could you please do MX Hyungwon as a dom, similar to his "Promise is a Promise" character. I'm not too good with situations, maybe jealously or SugarDaddy!AU? Thank you so much, you're a very sophisticated smut writer!

monsta x reaction to their s/o riding them

Monsta X reaction to you having triplets

Wonho being whiny in bed smut please?

Yay omg your requests are open!!!! Please can i have a smut with shownu and fem reader. Since its nearing christmas maybe something where you're both decorating your apartment and he finds the christmas lingerie you were going to surprise him with???

Monsta x Joohoen..'When you ask him to go rough on you' ?

NCT REQUESTS:

Overstimulation with Lucas?? ~🌹

i heard that you're requests are open, can u do something where you make NCT's Taeyong mad and he ties you up and overstimulates you with a vibrator

Werewolf Lucas x African American reader smut please?

hiii, can i request sub!Jaehyun, tied up, whiny, + overstimulation pls??? thank youuuu💕

This is a smut for yuta NCT. Where the female reader is helping him study for something(English maybe) and decides to reward him because the did good, !sub-yuta! And he is a moaning mess

Omg I don't know why... But I'm eating ice cream and it started melting so I had to hurry to lick it off... And now I'm becoming obsessed with the thought of someone licking ice cream off me..or whipped cream... Or licking it off of Jaehyun... I can't 😰 -💜

I got an idea. So Lucas smut. You've been seeing Jaehyun for a while and you like him he's a really sweet dude. Unknowingly to you Lucas is hella jealous and decides to do something about it. So he may or may not have mess up your date with Jaehyun causing Jaehyun to think you the date never existed from deleting your text. And he comes to save the day but he can't stand how you're so willing to forgive Jaehyun so it turns into a bit of angry/jealous sexy time.

Can I get a smut with either Yuta or Winwin, where you are helping him study and he is having a hard time so you decide to give him a reward 😏. Put some sub- action to please.

So do you write for Jaemin NCT? If you do can I get a first time with reader smut? Shy and soft. If you are not comfortable with writing for Jaemin can I have it for Yuta instead. Thank you. ~💕

Daddy kink with Jaehyun.........🤤

could i ask for a johnny seo x yukhei smut where they both fucked you before and johnny walks in on you getting ate out from lucas and bets he can make you scream louder? This has been on my mind for the looongest. please and thank you 💘

You write your NCT right? Can you make a yuwin x reader smut, some whinny baby boys would be nice to, if you don't want to do two characters you can pick one.

do you think you could write a Johnny x poc reader x jaehyun where they are all roommates and one day they see the readers toys and uses them on her? please and thank u 💓

Smut Game 5 | 29 + 28 + 50 with YUTA from NCT. 😎 Thank you, I love your incredible content.

#46 with nct yuta pls ;)

Can I request 65 with Jungwoo? For the smut game 5 thing? Is this how I do it? :)

1st: 44 with Sicheng/Winwin as the sub.

2nd: 85 with Doyoung as the dom ft Jungwoo.

5, 23, 27 for Ceo!Johnny?

Omg ok so the very very first one and very very last one of the post with Johnny of nct 😬😬 If not, just the first one please 😌 (Sending on anon cause it sends from my main) -@sexynct

10 + 69 with nct 127 winwin? 💚

can I request yuta smut where he gets jealous? 👀 Also I think your account is safe! The tumblr rule doesn’t apply to smut 💘

44, 20 for the smut game please 🥰🥰 and also can be with either with taeyong, doyoung or jaehyun <3 (smut game 5)

#50 from smut game 5 with ncts johnny please x

PENTAGON REUQESTS:

okay yanan from pentagon is my ult bias. my beautiful baby. i bet sex with him is always so deep, long and full of love and praises. “you’re so pretty baby” “you feel so good clenching around me” “oh my, i love you” he makes me so soft - ftta

SHINEE REQUESTS:

Hello!! After seeing Taemin’s Want mv i’ve been craving for a Taemin smut about him being a seducer??? Like i have no idea what i want but that HAHAH please go off i trust your writing ^^

SOLO ARTISTS:

Could u do Cock warming with Christian Yu?

Hello, i love your scenarios. Can please make a story with Monster woo, like the movie a marry an anti fan,or something bad fell in love. Thank you

you could do a scenario with no:el where reader is older than him (noona) and gets flirting with him, and he is embarrassed? well, he is legally of age, but if you do not want to do smut I understand. but I really want that scenario. thanks!

hey sweetie can u please write some coogie fluff? i dont find anything😭

pls a christian yu scenario about he discover that will be dad, his gf saying that she is pregnant?

hey can u pls do a scenario with seungmin(wybh)

can u write a jealous monster woo smUT PLEASE

Can you do a size kink smut with monster woo

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jay Park fluff/smut where you haven’t slept with him in a long time because of a huge weight gain from medication? I love your blog sooo such! Keep up the amazing work doll 🖤

can you write something where monster woo comes home really tired and upset and i comfort him by giving him a massage and lots of cuddles (please and thank you )

please write more christian yu or kim youngwoo smut!!!! Daddy’s Cum Slut is so good iM crYinG

Monster Woo smut where you’re a virgin and its your first time, thanks!

Hi! Im new to your account but i already love it and the way you write🙈 i just wanna say please keep doing the audios, i really like the one you posted!!!! And if you take requests, pls a Simon Dominic one🙈 thank you💙

Hi, can you make a Dean x Reader one where the reader is having a panic attack and he tries to calm her down and it turns into a make out session. Fluffy plss 🙂

I'm desperately in need of Christian yu scenarios. Maybe a scenario with his girlfriend on Instagram live? like he does a live at morning and u join him after u wake up? love u btw❤

hello! may i request a dpr live smut wherein the reader is a stripper and dabin watches them after a long day of recording. thanks! ❤️

Pleaseee I need some more Christian Yu smut in my life, it can be anything!!

ANOTHER CHRISTIAN YU DADDY SMUT PLEASE !!!

Can I have a Kris scenario with overstimulation and a quiet and shy reader please?

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jay Park fluff/smut where you’re insecure about the baby weight you gained after having his first child? If not that’s totally fine! I love your blog, Thank you 🥰🥰🥰

Hello ok so this might be little to descriptive but here goes can you write a smut about monster woo having sex with his neighbors daughter. Can you also make the girl like 4'7?

Christian x Y/n x Dabin yes PUHLEEZ you are a genius can’t freakin wait ~ Toki 💕 anon

Omg I am so freakin excited to read that New Christian Yu Smut!!!!!!! Lollll you tryna add a dabin/dpr live smut to ya requests👀❤🙏 I feel like dabin is like lowkey kinky ya feel? Like choking and maybe even slapping like.... I see it. Every time I listen to text me and he says show me how you uhh and im like ???? How I what you gotta be specific😂💀 anyway I'm rambling ok gonna read now - Toki anon💘

hi, could you write a christian yu x monster woo x reader smut, theyre daddy/master doms and the reader is their pet/baby girl. theyre into degradation but praise kink too and are sweet and rough, :) merci

Hi! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Jay Park fluff/smut of where you’re insecure to have sex with him because you’re plus sized, and not his type but he fell in love with you anyway? That kinda made no sense, sorry 😬 but if not that’s so chill! Keep up the great work doll!!

I just read the monster woo smut and I fucking loved it. Can I please request a smut with young west from mkit rain ( his name is Kim youngwoo as well haha) where you come at the studio to keep him company while he’s recording his latest mixtape ( so he’s kinda stressed) but you’re horny and things get steamy? Thanks a lot in advance

Oh and can you make y/n black, with long hair , big eyes and a little bit shorter than young west ?( I’m tall but he’s surely taller than me lol) and slim thick ( just a little tho) Ok I hope I didn’t exaggerate with the request 😅 Thanks again if you’ll write it :)

Oh god, super nerve wracking to write to you without anon on but I'm trying to be braver and you deserve to know who it is that appreciate your awesome efforts of writing. If it's possible I would love to request a Monster Woo smut where he's just downright domestic? Just really taking care of his babygirl? Let me know if you need more description!

HIII I LOVE YOUR FANFICS OMG 😍😍 Can I please request a Monster Woo smut where he fights with his s/o and is really angry so he lets out all the anger in bed? If that makes sense, like he would be really rough and shit? Thank youuu 🥰

STRAY KIDS REQUESTS:

Alrighty do you think you can pop out a chan(Chris) Drabble where he likes to be choked? Like it starts out making out in bed ignoring the movie we put on and then smutty smut smut SMUUUUTTTT😊 - Toki💘

okay so can you do a make out session with lots of dry humping that ends up with u getting him off by a handjob with chan?

thigh riding with minho from stray kids?

What about Chan & Squirting ? Like it’s not his plan but he’s going so hard it just happens 🤷🏽‍♀️

Pls just write anything smutty about Felix bc he got me feeling some way recently

hello, I love your writings so much you're amazing! I wanted to request a cockwarming session with chan in his studio, thank you! ❤❤❤.

a smut or pre-smut w han jisung of stray kids? maybe in the dorm? ^^

Heyy, hope you’re having a good day uwu Could you please write stray kids’ reaction to their gf sexting them (teasing) in public thank you!!

If requests are open and you write for Stray Kids can you do a bang chan smut maybe😅

can I get a bang chan meal with edging and overstimulation on the side? I would also like a sex toy with my combo :) and a large size kink <3 extra napkins and extra lube please

hey, i know one of these is already written, but i wanted to request a felix (stray kids) x reader fic. uh maybe where he asks you to be his boyfriend and then the members walk in on you guys making out?? i’m sorry if this is too similar to the other fic!! and of course you don’t have to do it if it’s too much trouble!! thanks to all you guys for being wonderful writers 🌸

i'm not sure if you're open to requests atm but i was wondering if you could make stray kids' reaction to taking a shower with their s/o for the first time and or seeing them in a bikini or some sort lol sorry if im asking too much and its okay if you don't want to do it, i understand. keep up the good work💟

Hi! Can I request a bang chan smut? Maybe you guys are in the dorm and need to be quiet so the others don't here. Love your blog!!💗

Could you do 63 and 99 from smut game 5 for stay kids bang chan please?💜

SVT REQUESTS:

a seokmin smut w him having a thing for titties and dirty talk👉👈also THIGHS his thighs

What would seventeen be like with their little? I gotta know~

hi yes can minghao and vernon run a train on me? please and thank you from the bottom of my vagina and throat - ftta

THE BOYZ REQUESTS:

Not to be that person but sunwoo can like you know eat me out with those lips because 🥵🥵🥵🥵

VIXX REQUESTS:

A smut with a dom Ravi for the smut drabble thing

Haiii beautiful soul💋 if your game n.5 is still open can i request threesome with VIXX Ravi and Leo, 80., 90. and 91. If u cant make it its okay. I just wanted to say that my inner hoe is enjoying your posts so much💋 have a beautiful day/night.

Best friends to lovers fluff/ Angst featuring Vixx Hongbin x reader Pwease?

Hey, i wanted to request a smut! Threesome with vixx’s hongbin and sanghyuk. Smut game 5 (12,54,81,84&87) can it be like the main character is hongbins gf and she keeps teasing him while the two members are playing video games then !!!

Okay because I am the biggest slut for Leo and Hongbin can I get the dirtiest kinkiest threesome please. Your work is amazing and I only trust your admins with this request. Thank you in advance

Uh those last two Leo requests are from game 5 ^~^ one was with prompt 5 and the other with prompt 82 😬

82, 79, 32, with Leo, Ravi, and Wonho please??

5, 27, 29 with VIXX Leo please? I love reading your smut 😏

Yay, requests are open!! 😃 can you please do CEO Leo who is just completely enthralled with Reader when she starts working for him and he flirts with her no matter where they are or who’s with them and eventually smut happens? I’m in need of some good VIXX smut 😏😏

Can i get 43 and 26 with Mafia!Ravi the pornshik? lol i'm gonna love this blog hard! ♡♡♡

WINNER REQUESTS:

psa: sex with winner’s jinwoo is probably so loving and sweet but if he’s pissed he’s breaking my back, making me cry and shit. rip the other members ears - ftta

[alley-cat-sunflower]

Status update!

Hello! Alley here, finally!

You may have noticed I’ve vanished from the face of the earth lately. In case my terse and sporadic update posts aren’t enough to tell you why I’ve been so inaccessible, I think it’s about time I give you something to explain what I’ve been doing, and maybe even a promise to come back online sooner rather than later. (But it’s gonna get a little long, so I’m throwing this under a cut. I apologize to those of you who can’t see it.)

As most of you know, I’m in my last semester of college. More importantly, I’m so far along in said last semester that I literally just have to take one final a week from today—the day before graduation, actually—and then I’m home fucking free after five years of torment!!!

Anyway, the whole semester has been super busy, what with holding down an internship and three classes all required for graduation (and that pressure has been real). One of those classes was “Math and the Human Imagination”, which unsurprisingly involved analyzing imaginary numbers. I’m ashamed to admit that despite my favorite professor’s best efforts, the course did absolutely nothing to help my understanding of mathematics. Another of those classes was “Bollywood and Globalization”, which is the one in which I still have a final. I have hopes that I’ll do well, if only because I’ve enjoyed the course enough to pay attention.

The last class was my “Senior Synthesis”, which purports itself the crowning experience of a Liberal Studies major, in which you can basically do whatever the fuck you want as long as you can present it to the class in the form of a speech/slideshow, a poster, and an essay. Because there are roughly three things I care about, I chose one of them and had an unironically marvelous time drawing a bazillion connections between BTS’s Bangtan Universe and Hermann Hesse’s Demian. I was scheduled to present in the first possible week, in mid-April, and spent 24 total hours out of the weekend before pulling together my presentation (because I’m broken and think that’s fun—I’d have spent just as much time on it even if I hadn’t had to for the project). As part of it, I made a six-minute video you can watch here if you like, which showcases some of the specific connections I examined.

Speaking of BTS in conjunction with April, though, that brings me to their new album. And can I just say, holy shit. I still wasn’t over “Intro: Persona” by the time the whole thing dropped, so every time I listen to the album, I’m shook all over again to this day. Thanks to timezone shenanigans, my mother the ARMY had me wake her at 1:45am on April 12 so we could be awake for the festivities. We saw the “Boy with Luv” MV the moment it came out… and then proceeded to watch it with and without subs about five times. While that was going on, I bought Map of the Soul: Persona on iTunes the second it was available and burned a CD. After that, my mom suggested going out to a deserted parking lot and blasting it in the car so we could enjoy it at a decent volume, since we didn’t want to wake the neighbors. So we did, and let me tell you, hearing “Dionysus” for the first time at full volume in the dead of night can’t be beat. That whole adventure is a memory I’ll cherish forever.

There have been a lot of those lately, especially in conjunction with BTS, and this brings me to how absolutely insane this past week has been. I’d like to lead into last weekend by stating in no uncertain terms that I owe @lightningswrath​ my very life for managing to land us tickets to not one, but both BTS concerts at the Rose Bowl this past weekend. They were both indescribably beautiful, though the second one in particular was perfect—not least because I actually remembered to eat that day, so I was no longer trying to process overwhelming emotions on an empty stomach. However, the experience wasn’t as surreal as I expected; I did feel elevated, but also oddly grounded. Despite their awe-inspiring stage presence and sense of showmanship, the members are also so genuine as people that I couldn’t help but accept their presence in front of me.

(Incidentally, if you’re an ARMY and haven’t looked up Namjoon’s speech on 190505, please do; the man is a true sage and I feel incredibly honored to have heard such profound words in person. The only reason I didn’t record it myself was because I was so absorbed in the moment.)

Alas, every silver lining has its cloud. This past weekend has given me an unforgettable set of experiences in the best way, but I am most definitely suffering the consequences of not being able to do any schoolwork. We couldn’t leave until after my class a week ago, and we had to come back early enough on Monday that I could make it to my last math class and explain two chapters of a book I didn’t understand. On Tuesday, I had to attend the last day of my internship and then design and construct a poster, which I finished on Wednesday morning before completing a three-page evaluation of my math class—which was supposed to have been due on Monday, but I completely spaced it out—and then presenting my poster.

But That’s Not All. Yesterday, I wrote and turned in another three-page evaluation, this time of my internship, before immediately heading home to work on my synthesis essay, which was supposed to be 15 pages. Thankfully, I actually enjoy writing about all the crazy-detailed connections between BTS and Demian, but I still only finished it in the nick of time today (at a whopping 24 pages, not counting the works cited, because I can’t be brief when I’m busy being passionate) before heading to class. I had just gotten home from that when I started writing this post, and I’ll have to leave in another couple hours to go out dancing with some friends. After that, as mentioned, I only have one final left, and then I’ll have a degree in Liberal Studies with an English minor.

Which begs the question several people have already asked me: what next?

Thankfully, my internship has provided me with a ready answer, because they decided to ask me to come in as a paid part-timer over the summer! So I can at least tell people I’m going to be continuing my foray into the field of editing and publishing. But aside from career-related stuff, I also have a lot of things I’d like to do now that I won’t have academia weighing me down anymore. Enough that I can honestly make an entire list of… uh, goals? wishes? for the rest of the year:

Finish some of my ongoing fanfiction

Work on some of my original fiction

Find more time to write and post in general

Dance more often (and learn some BTS choreography)

Get into more K-pop (VAV, Monsta X, SHInee, etc.)

Help my mother sell stuff on eBay and pay back the $500 I owe her

Buy more BTS albums/merch and FFXV’s Episode Ardyn

Play and/or replay more video games, esp. otome

Plan my move up north with @chibitorra​

Move all my stuff out of my dad’s house

Sort through everything I own and get rid of half of it

Pick up my Japanese studies again

Maybe start learning Korean???

Watch more Bollywood films

Read more Hesse, Jung, and Nietzsche

I also intend to resume some of my online activities and become more socially accessible again, but I doubt I will ever be as active or consistent in any fandoms as I once was, although I hope to compensate for this by writing more for them. Given that my former fever-pitch of online activity was born of a desire to escape reality, and by now I’ve finally found more of a place in the real world, this is most certainly for the best.

Anyway, that’s the tale of where I’ve been, where I am now, and where I’m headed next! I hope that gives you something to work with if you’ve been curious about what I’ve been up to. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope life has been kind to you too!

[emmaswritingdump]

The Dangers of Reading Fanfiction

Words: 1750

Pairing: Ladynoir, Adrienette

AO3 // Wattpad

Summary: Marinette reads a Ladynoir fanfiction out of curiosity and ends up getting addicted to Ladynoir fics. Then, on patrol with Chat, she has trouble focusing.

A/N: This is kind of a counterpart to my fic The Dangers of Writing Fanfiction, but it's not a sequel and there is absolutely no correlation between the two other than the plot involving fanfiction.

Obviously, she hadn’t intended to get addicted to reading Ladynoir fanfiction.

It had been a total and complete accident. Marinette had accidentally stumbled upon a Ladynoir fic on the internet, and she had read it out of mere curiosity.

It felt weird at first, since she knew she was reading about herself and one of her best friends falling in love, but the writer had talent. She quickly moved on from the awkwardness, and by the end of the story, her heart was fluttering, and her stomach was filled with butterflies.

As she hit the kudos button, she suddenly remembered what she was doing. She was reading fanfiction about herself and a boy for whom she did not have romantic feelings. Who does that?

She closed out the tab. She told herself that she was not going to read any more Ladynoir fanfiction.

Evidently, Marinette was a big fat liar.

A mere hour later, she was still thinking about the fanfiction.

In all honesty, it was cute. She had enjoyed it. Even if she didn’t want to date Chat, she couldn’t deny that it had been a cute fic.

So, taking a deep, shameful breath, she finally got her phone back out and searched for more Ladynoir fanfiction.

***

It was two o’clock in the morning, and she had hardly put her phone down since she gave in to the fanfiction.

She was just glad it wasn’t a school night; if it had been, she would have been completely and utterly screwed.

By that point, she had read so many fics that she was beginning to forget what was real and what wasn’t.

None of the stories were particularly realistic, characterization-wise- after all, their writers only had a few interviews as reference for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s personalities and the dynamic between them, and those interviews hardly captured the way they truly acted when they had a moment of privacy together.

But that didn’t really matter. No matter how unrealistic they were, there were still so many of them that were so compelling that Marinette couldn’t stop herself from reading them.

It truly was an addiction.

***

Marinette walked into school on Monday with the dark circles under her eyes barely hidden by concealer.

“Woah,” Alya said when she saw her friend. “No offense, Mari, but have you been having trouble sleeping?”

Marinette sighed as she sat down in her seat. “It’s not that,” she yawned. “It’s just… I’ve been reading a lot.”

Alya raised her eyebrows. “Really? You’ve been reading so much that you’re clearly very sleep-deprived? What on Earth are you reading that’s keeping you up so late?”

Marinette mumbled a response as she refused to meet her friend’s eyes.

“What?” Alya asked.

Marinette mumbled again.

“You’ve got to speak up, Mari,” Alya told her.

“Ladynoir fanfiction,” Marinette repeated again, louder than was necessary. “I’ve been up reading Ladynoir fanfiction, okay?” She glanced around and realized that she had drawn the attention of a few people around her- including Adrien, who was now staring at her with wide eyes.

Alya’s face broke into an excited smile. “I knew you would become a Ladynoir shipper one day! It was only a matter of time before you came around!” She pulled her friend into a tight hug.

Marinette broke free of Alya’s embrace and scowled at her. “I’m not a shipper. There are just a lot of good fics about them on the internet.”

Alya rolled her eyes. “Girl, if you didn’t ship them, why would you be reading enough fanfiction about them to stay up all night?”

“Just because there’s a lot of good fanfiction about them doesn’t mean I think they’d make a good couple in real life,” Marinette said defensively.

“Why don’t you think they’d make a good couple?” Adrien asked.

Marinette’s eyes widened a bit when she realized he was talking to her, and her cheeks turned pink. “I- um- I just don’t think they have chemistry,” she said with a forced nonchalant shrug.

“Well, I have to disagree,” Adrien said. “I think they have loads of chemistry.”

“Heck yeah,” Alya said, extending her hand so they could bump fists.

“I just don’t see it,” Marinette said, trying not to think about her crush shipping her with another guy too much.

“Well, maybe you need glasses,” Alya said.

Marinette rolled her eyes.

***

During their patrol that night, Ladybug couldn’t stop thinking about the many fanfictions she’d read about herself and the leather-clad boy next to her.

She kept glancing over at him, taking more notice than she ever had before of his muscular body.

She shook her head. This was ridiculous.

However, try as she might, she couldn’t get those stories out of her head.

Her eyes kept lingering on Chat, and she grew clumsy with her yo-yo due to her preoccupied mind.

“Are you okay, LB?” Chat asked her with concerned eyes at one point. “You’re acting weird tonight.”

“I- I’m fine,” she said. “Just… tired.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, taking a step closer to her, his brow furrowed in concern. “You’re acting really strange. We can end patrol early, if you need to do that.”

Ladybug felt her breath hitch at his closeness to her. Why? He’s been much closer to me than this before, she thought. “I’m sure,” she lied. “Thank you, though.”

They continued with their patrol, and Ladybug spent the rest of the it focusing more of her energy on not thinking about the fanfiction than on being Ladybug.

At the end of the patrol, they sat on a rooftop to talk, the same way they always did.

They chatted idly for a while as they stared up at the starry night sky, though Ladybug didn’t participate quite as much as usual.

“Ladybug,” Chat finally said, turning to look at her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Chat, I’m fine,” she assured him once again. “I’m just tired.”

He moved closer to her, and they were mere inches apart. “Ladybug… I know I flirt and goof around a lot, and I know you never take anything I say seriously because of it, but I mean every word of it. I do care about you. A lot. If there’s something wrong, I want to help you.”

Ladybug swallowed hard, her heart racing as she stared into his earnest green eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong,” she finally said softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’ve just been staying up late the past few days.”

He furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Reading,” she said shortly.

She noticed a slight shift in his demeanor. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. “Reading what?”

She could feel herself blushing, and she turned her head away from him. “None of your business.”

“Oh, come on, Bugaboo,” he said with a teasing grin, moving closer to her. “Tell me.”

She shook her head stubbornly and looked at him through the corner of her eyes.

He pouted with pleading eyes. “Please? Pretty please?”

She sighed resignedly. She had never been never good at resisting his puppy dog eyes when it came to simple matters that couldn’t possibly reveal her identity, but somehow, reading fanfiction had made it even more difficult.

She stood up and took a few steps away from him. “You have to promise you won’t laugh.”

He stood, too, and raised three fingers on his right hand in the air. “Cat’s honor.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes, avoiding his gaze as her face burned. “I was… reading fanfiction.”

Chat stepped toward her. “For what fandom, milady?”

“None of your business,” she grumbled again.

“Please?” he begged.

She huffed and crossed her arms. Her face felt like it was about to burst into flames. “It… it was Ladynoir fanfiction.”

He took a couple more steps toward her, mostly closing the distance between them. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him, and Ladybug noted that he didn’t look particularly surprised.

“Do you ship us, Bugaboo?”

“No,” she scowled defiantly at him. “We just have talented fans. There are some really good writers who ship us.”

He grinned at her, and her heart skipped a beat. “Are you lying?”

She hesitated. “No.”

“You hesitated.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes and began to step away from him. “Whatever. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” he asked, grabbing her by the hand to stop her. Never breaking eye contact with her, he leaned down and kissed her knuckles.

She blushed furiously, unable to tear her eyes away.

“Aw, my lady’s as red as her suit,” he teased, leaning toward her with a fond smile on his face.

“I- I am not,” she protested, turning her head to look down at her feet, but not being able to bring herself to move away from his touch.

Once again, he put a gloved hand under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “It’s cute,” he told her.

They simply stood there for a long moment, staring into each other’s eyes. Ladybug’s heart was pounding violently.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his eyes suddenly anxious.

Her breath hitched, and she found herself nodding.

Then Chat’s lips were on hers, and her eyes were sliding closed as she melted into the kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms moved to her waist to pull her closer to him. His lips were warm and soft, and despite the wild, carefree personality he displayed as Chat Noir, he was a gentle kisser.

Their lips parted after a while, though they stayed locked in their embrace.

“I’m glad it’s you, Marinette,” he whispered into her ear after a moment.

Her eyes flew open, and she pulled away from him quickly. “What- how- how did you know?”

He smiled fondly at her. “You were exhausted from reading Ladynoir fanfiction in class today, too,” he explained gently. “I figured it couldn’t have been a coincidence.”

She furrowed her brow. “In class?” she repeated. “You- you mean we’re-“ she stopped, studying his face and thinking about every boy in her class.

She only had one classmate with blond hair and green eyes.

“Adrien?” she breathed.

He smiled at her. “Yeah.”

The next thing she knew, her arms were back around his neck, and she was hugging him tightly.

He laughed and hugged her back. “I take it you’re not disappointed it’s me?”

She smiled into his shoulder. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

[baekhyuns-abs]

Come Find Me

(gif not mine, credit to the original owner)

You have no idea okay how excited I am to publish this. Its a Hogwarts AU. I’ve been wanting to do this forever and if you want other members let me know, request, request, request (I’m totally going to write more anyway but I wanna know that you want them too okay)

Sexual themes

On a more serious note however.

Just a shout out also to my girl @oh-beyond and her writings, go read em she’s a doll. 

Her blog has been reported for having NSFW content (even though there’s disclaimers and content warnings before you read them but you know whatever right?) and now her creations aren’t being as appreciated and recognized. 

This is a PSA to all readers out there that if you come across a piece of someone’s writing, fanfiction, artwork etc that any creator is brave enough to share with the online community, if you don’t like it PLEASE do not fucking read it.

“If we lose, I’ll leave you alone” Baekhyun tilted his head a smirk on his face.

She tried to conceal a smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. “And if you win?”

The Gryffindor beater took a step towards her, his expression coy and a sly glint in his eye. She stood her ground, standing firm against the sandstone wall as he rested his arm on the surface, looking down on her. She drew in slow, deep breaths feeling nervous under his stare, the proximity only adding to the bubbling in her stomach.

“A kiss.”

She tried to level her breathing, praying her voice not to betray how much she wanted to kiss him now. “That’s unfair.”

Baekhyun smiled, his body shuffling closer and she swallowed thickly. “Well how about now?”

She laughed, hoping her facade was still up. She wanted him, she always had, playing hard to get had been her game for months and she was marvelous at keeping her distance. She would pass him in the halls and she would smile, not letting him forget for a second that she was around. She would flirt shamelessly in the privacy of their own commons, leaving the poor boy hanging off her every word as she brushed his thighs and arms with purposeful seduction.

She had been torturing herself too.

She knew she was so red it could put Gryffindor to shame. She grabbed hold of his red and gold striped tie, playing with the badly knotted article, and she saw his adams apple strain against his neck.

“Come find me when you win your game.” She purred.

Giving him a small push she stepped aside, walking away with a subtle swing of her hips. She skipped up the staircase as it moved and she turned to watch as Baekhyun stared up at her with a look of sexual desire. She ran her tongue over her lips and turned around as the staircase came to a stop and she carried on. She saw him out of the corner of her eye following her and she giggled.

The stairs changed as she stepped off onto the seventh floor. She tossed a look over her shoulder as Baekhyun was taken into another direction and she smiled heading in the direction of the common room.

~~~

The weekend rolled over and she stood in the Gryffindor stands, her heart beating rapidly in her chest awaiting the whistle. She could see Baekhyun sky high on his broom, holding the beater’s bat in his free hand. His red Gryffindor robes blew in the wind framing him perfectly in the dulled clouded sun.

Even if Gryffindor lost to Slytherin there wasn’t anyway Baekhyun would keep to his word, she knew him well enough. She also knew herself enough to know that she would be disappointed if he did leave her alone. She couldn’t help but want him to lose, to deny him that kiss, to watch him suffer a little longer.

The whistle blew and her heart roared.

Joonmyeon the Gryffindor seeker - and captain - had caught the snitch.

The Slytherins were insufferable - even more so - all the way back to the castle, but their verbal abuse was worth it. She couldn’t contain her smile as she trudged up the steps to the courtyard. She made her way to the Gryffindor tower along with many other celebratory Gryffindors - it had been years, seasons of losses to their rival.

It called for a private, rule breaking celebration in the Room of Requirement - which she declined.

Baekhyun was going to have to work for his reward.

She stayed in the common room, there were still students that lingered behind, ones that weren’t fussed on the success of their school sport. She liked it when it was like that, quiet and peaceful, it wasn’t characteristic of any Gryffindor to be quiet so silence in the room was a rarity. She sat on the rug by the fire, reluctantly studying her History of Magic textbook, her grades weren’t being kind to her this term.

A whisper of noise and her book came to life in front of her, tugging away from her grip to hover in the air. She marvelled at it for a few seconds before sighing.

“Give it back.” She voice was a seductive drone - she knew who it was.

“You owe me something.” Baekhyun levitated her book towards him and grabbed it with slender fingers.

He had changed from his Quidditch robes into his normal clothes, his hair was sticking up in all kinds of directions, wet from the showers. He wore a smirk as he came to sit on the rug next to her, placing the book on the floor. She had her legs spread in front of her and he hovered over them, his hand holding himself upright next to her thighs.

“Why aren’t you at the party?” She asked braving his deep brown eyes, feeling her heart stutter. “You wouldn’t dare pass up an opportunity to have people throw themselves at you.”

Baekhyun licked the corner of his mouth in an amused smile, the sight made her fists curl in her lap. That tongue…

“If I wanted to be that player, I’d be a seeker, Joonmyeon is always the winner.” There was no self preservation in his tone, no resent towards their seeker, just admiration.

“And I want what you owe me.” Baekhyun inched closer.

Their chests were touching and she could feel the warmth of his body as he was leant over her thighs. They parted ever so slightly, subconsciously reacting to him. She looked to his sharp lips and her breaths hastened. She flicked her tongue out slowly across her lips and she saw him look with a gulp.

“Remind me what that was.” She coaxed softly.

He didn’t say much else before he did just that.

Her body sagged as his mouth took hers in a deep kiss.  The sensation was strange, lips against lips, then his tongue against hers but by god, it felt good. She kissed him back, hungry for something she didn’t understand. Baekhyun’s free hand came to press against the back of her neck, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair.

She pushed herself up till she had sat herself on his lap, her legs either side of his hips. His hands ran down her neck, roamed her back, her sides, and found their way to her torso. She drew in a sharp breath, feeling his hands brush boldly against her breasts. She felt him smile behind the kiss and she moaned against his lips as his tongue stroked her mouth sinfully.

Encouraged, Baekhyun continued, letting his hands wander further north. He drove her mad as his hand pressed against her breast, going further, tugging at the neckline of her flimsy jumper. She pulled away from his lips, burying her face against his neck, and digging her nails into his shoulders and she was breathing heavily, in daze.

He pressed a kiss to her neck, eliciting more erratic breaths to leave her lips.

There was a voice in her mind that knew she should stop him, be cruel, deny him any more. She could have but it felt too good, she had been holding back for months. She couldn’t deny him any more, not now. She had been got in the game.

“Kiss me again.” She breathed.

She didn’t care how she sounded, or how much he could hold this against her, she just wanted to feel him again. He pulled his mouth away from her neck and saw the shit eating grin that beholded him.

Baekhyun cupped her nape again and she kissed away his smugness. She pressed her torso against his, loving what she could feel pressing against her thighs. Her insides were twisting with anxiety and need and she couldn’t help herself when she pushed him onto his back.

The thrill of any student walking through and seeing their position should have made her stop, should have stopped his hands as they slipped through her jumper but neither cared.

She felt a hot sensation ripple through her body when he touched the skin on her hips and Baekhyun groaned low in his throat. She explored him, lifting his top up to feel the slender and lean torso. She had relentlessly poked fun at him for being scrawny - half joking - but the muscles beneath her fingers told a different tale.

The fire, the sexual tension in the air made the clothes  feel too hot on their bodies and she pulled away from his mouth with a gasp.

His eyes popped open and they were glassy, twinkling with lust and she mirrored him. He ran his hands up her stomach, to her breasts confined by her bra to run his thumb over where her hard nipple was underneath it and she hummed softly. 

He smirked and ran his tongue over his teeth. “Why’d you stop?”

She looked down at him, heat pooling in her stomach made her loins ache and beg for him but she felt a surge of smugness run through her body. She took his wrists, pulling his hands away from her chest and he didn’t miss the look of disappointment flash across his face and she took great pride in the erection pressing against her thigh.

She ignored her body’s desire to touch it, to take it and satisfy them both. She pinned his hands above his head and saw his eyes flash with excitement.

She laughed in her chest and pressed a kiss to his lips once more and let it linger, her body screaming for more. She slipped her leg between his legs, feeling him stiffen in all sorts of places when she pressed her knee tightly to his crotch. She felt his breaths on her lips tremble and the twitching in his arms as she bit down softly on his neck.

“When you win your next game...” She licked his bottom lip and took it in her mouth. “Come find me.”

When she pulled herself from the floor, off Baekhyun she had never felt more sexually frustrated in her life but the look on his face, the frustrated sigh that followed her up the stairs to the girls dorm had her giggling. She heard him swear and she knew she was in for it when she saw him next but she was looking forward to it.