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sofreddie · 4 years ago

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Serendipitous Souls (Part 3)

Summary: Y/N reveals a bit more about herself as the clock winds down to midnight.

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,581

A/N: Here's where some of the OC comes into play. Were working to the smut, I promise.

"Two hours," she heard Sam whisper to Dean as Sam glanced at his watch, "I think I'm gonna go lay down," he announced louder to the room, "Chuck twisting my insides really took it out of me," he chuckled, rising from his seat and tucking in the chair. Dean nodded in response, his mind too preoccupied with his own situation.

"And, Y/N?" Sam said, stopping and turning his attention to her with a genuine smile, "Thank you. For saving my life," he said with all sincerity and it made her heart clench. She didn't feel like she had done anything. But in retrospect, she supposed she had.

"You're welcome," she responded with her own soft smile. Sam nodded before heading to his room, leaving the pair in awkward silence.

Y/N sighed, her gaze falling to her hands as she fidgeted with the new ring on her finger.

"Have you ever been married before?" Dean asks.

"I have," she nodded, "Didn't end well though."

"I'm sorry," Dean responded. She merely shrugged in response, "Any kids?"

"Uh, no," she said, meeting his eyes as she flashed him a small smile, "He left because we had trouble conceiving," she huffed a laugh, "But I guess that's not going to be an issue now."

"I feel like everything I say is the wrong thing," Dean confessed defeatedly.

"No, it's fine, really," she finally relaxed, shifting back into her chair like she was ready to settle into the conversation, "They're standard 'get-to-know-you' questions. I just have shitty answers," she smirked at him.

"Mine aren't much better."

"I know."

"Yeah, I guess you do," Dean said with a furrowed brow, remembering she's a fan, of the TV show, about their lives. He shifted in his seat, a look of deep thought crossing his features, "So then I guess you know a lot about us then, right? What we do, how we live, who we are?"

"Well, tell me about you then," Dean shook it off and decided that regardless of how he felt about that information, he couldn't be upset about it. She may be a fan, but she wasn't like Becky, which he was grateful for. For starters, she wasn't squealing with excitement or trying to rub all up on either of them. If anything she was distant and trying to avoid or pull away from touch as much as possible. He supposed she still could be like that. But he just didn't feel like she was.

"Uh, well," she laughs and blushes and Dean thinks he likes the sound and look of that. It's such a stark contrast to the somber mood they've been experiencing, "Actually, it's kinda of funny-not-funny, but, uh," she chuckles again, this time seemingly embarrassed and Dean's chest feels warm, "I always felt that your existence-slash-nonexistence was like some big cosmic joke. A-and it turns out it really is!"

She's full-on laughing now and Dean's pretty sure it's a mix of the alcohol and a few hysterics. He reaches a hand across the table, resting it atop one of hers in an attempt to ground her.

"Why is it a joke?" Of all the things she could've said, that's certainly not one he expected. A joke? How could it possibly be a joke?! He remains calm and holds her gaze when she raises her head to meet his eyes. She sighs heavily and pouts and his eyes flit to her lips before quickly going back to her eyes.

"Because," she half-groans, half-whines, slumping back into her chair and removing herself from his touch. He kind of misses the feel of her already. She groans and a series of expressions cross her face and Dean realizes he can read that look. That look says 'let's rip off this bandaid and get it over with'.

"Because, my whole life I've felt so alone, so misunderstood, so out of place," she began. And all Dean can think is, 'Yeah, 'cause you were supposed to be with me'. "I'm the oldest sibling," she starts and Dean thinks he sees where this is going, "My sister? Is four years younger than me. Just like Sam is to you. And me too, by the way. I was born about seven months after Sam," she says with a light blush and a shake of her head, getting herself back on track as she rambles. Dean thinks he likes listening to her talk, even if she is rambling. She's so animated and he's enjoying just quietly taking her all in.

"I also have a younger brother, who's a year younger than my sister," she took a deep breath and Dean's eyes trailed down her neck and to her heaving collarbone peeking out from the top of her shirt. He decided she had a very nice collarbone.

"Both my parents worked all the time, demanding jobs with long hours just to pay the bills. So I was left in charge of my siblings," Dean's eyes snapped to hers and he felt a deep empathy. That was a life experience he was all too familiar with. "I had to cook and clean and do chores and walk them to school and home again. I was this weird third parent to my siblings and this sort of peer to my parents. It was a weird in-between to live in," she complained with a pained expression. Dean wanted to smooth away the crease in her brow.

"There's life experiences that are so precise and unusual, but somehow we share those things in common. When I first watched the show and discovered you," she shook her head, that embarrassed blush returning and Dean realized it kissed her collarbone. He wondered how far it went. "I didn't like you at first," Dean frowned at that, "You were too pretty, too cocky, too 'devil-may-care'," she smirked, "But after you came back from-" she hesitated with a wary glance, "-you know- you were different. And I saw you different. There was somehow more to you, more revealed. So I watched more," she explained.

"And then I quickly realized: here's this person - who has been through the same things as me, the same unusual things that make me so different, so difficult to understand. Here's someone I've been looking for my whole life. Finally! Someone who could truly understand me," she smiled but it wasn't happy as her eyes were filled with tears, "A-and he's a fictional character. It was the most painful cosmic joke ever!"

Several tears fell from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks, dripping off her jaw and chin. She shook her head to come to her senses, quickly and roughly cleaning up her face with her hands and shirt.

He froze, processing her words and how broken she looked over the whole thing. For the life of him, he could only think to say one thing.

"Y/N," he rose from his chair and walked over to her, swinging her chair sideways and crouching in front of her, "I'm right here."

"What?" she mumbled, sniffing away the last of her tears as she looked down at him in confusion.

He shifted, kneeling between her parted legs and resting his hands on her knees.

"I get where you're coming from. And I know how you feel. I get it," he emphasized, squeezing her knees, "I don't know how all this is gonna go or play out," he sighed, shaking his head, "But I know we're in this together, forever," he held up his hand to show his ring before placing it back on her knee, "But if you feel like you need me, for whatever reason…I'm right here. I can be that for you."

"You don't have to," she tried to backtrack and Dean shook his head, moving closer into her and moving his hands to her lower back, keeping her close and focused on him.

"Beyond tonight, we don't have to be anything if that's what you really want," he offered, "But I figure, if we're in this anyway, then why not try?" he shrugged, "Maybe it'll work out and we can be happy. Maybe it won't and we find we're better as friends. I don't know. But I'm willing to find out."

"Just like that?" she was skeptical, but wishful all the same. He was a million times more attractive and distracting at close proximity. His eyes. They were a force of nature all their own and she knew - especially as a fangirl - that she should've seen it coming. But somehow - despite the comments from others who had gone to conventions or the fans who wrote fic after fic about his eyes in painstaking detail - she was not prepared for the depth and captivity of those intense eyes.

"You and I," he said, gesturing between them with one hand while the other remained on her back, "We literally share a soul. We are literally two pieces that make a whole," he chuckled and shook his head, a broad smile adorning his face and she felt her heart stutter and damn near stop for a few beats, "I have to believe that means something. I feel like it does. So I'll trust in that and see where it takes us."

She was surprised and amazed at his confidence, the surety of his statements and confessions. How could he be so okay with it? He so quickly resigned to this 'fate'.

She swallowed hard, very aware of his hands on her - respectfully, but still there.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

Serendipitous Souls:

@brilovesdeanwinchester

@xhannahbananax03

@440mxs-wife

@crist1216

#serendipitous souls #dean x reader #dean winchester #reader-insert #oc!reader #supernatural #spn

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sparklingchan · 4 years ago

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À La Maison || Jung Wooseok (Pentagon)

Pairing : Reader (fem.) X Wooseok

Word count : 900 +

Warning : Mentions of bullying, blood and injuries , suggestive and implied sex at the end (there's NO SMUT) , not proof read.

Genre : Angst , fluff , friends to Lovers AU.

Description : When everything else goes wrong , Wooseok always finds himself walking back home - to you.

A/N : According to google translate ( and my dusty,old French language knowledge) , the title literally means ‘At Home’ . But if it’s wrong , feel free to DM me please . I wrote this drabble a few months ago for my book on wattpad so if y’all find any similar imagines on wattpad , it’s probably me XD

Enjoy!

It must have been around 4 am in the morning when Y/n hears knocks on her front door ,immediately waking her up from her deep,comfortable slumber.

Lazy and groggy as she already was, she walks towards the door , not really caring as to who it was behind the door and why should she? This is no time to disturb a human being!

Although it is a summer morning,the cold metal of the door knob sends chills down her spine.

And what she sees next scares her deeply to the core,breaking her heart into a million pieces and sending streams of sadness flow down her face; for it is not everyday that you find the man you love at your doorstep, beaten up beyond recognition.

"Hi,Y/n. Can I please come in?" Wooseok's voice is hoarse as he leans against the door frame,one hand against the wall, helping him stand up and one hand pressing a bloody handkerchief to his bleeding nose.

He has a cut on his upper lip and on his right cheek and there are bruises and cuts in all places where his skin was not covered with clothes. As Y/n's eyes quickly scan him from head to toe,she notices his split ,purple knuckles and the blood on his shoes, and she immediately pulls him into her arms.

"What the hell happened, Wooseok? " She says,trying her best to support his weight with her small frame and walk him toward her bedroom.

"The bullies again. " he groans from the pain all the movement causes. His possibly broken jaw feels as if it's on fire.

"God, What do they even want from you ,huh?" She almost yells, frustrated and angered and heartbroken, all her sleepiness from earlier disappearing into thin air.

She carefully puts him on her bed, and removes his shoes so he could lie down properly, ignoring all his protests of having dirty clothes on.

*****

Growing up with parents from a medical background, Y/n thankfully knows the basics of first aid so she quickly cleans and dresses his wounds and puts ointment on the bruises.

"Are the pants fitting you?" Y/n asks Wooseok as she washes the bloody handkerchief under the faucet in the bathroom while Wooseok sits at the edge of her bed,feet touching the floor and his mind filled with thoughts.

He is wearing Y/n's father's pants and a blanket is wrapped around his naked upper body in case he feels cold.

"Yeah. "He replies with a small smile,his heart full of gratitude and adoration for the woman in front of him.

Y/n can feel his eyes on her and even though every shake of her hands,every beat of her heart ,every single cell in her body wants her to look back at him , but something holds her back. She sighs and focuses on the task at hand instead of drowning herself in thoughts of Wooseok and how much she desires him ,despite him sitting right in front of her.

After hanging the handkerchief to dry out , she walks upto the side of her bed and gently takes Wooseok's face in her hands,running her fingers gently over the non injured skin of his cheeks.

"Why do they keep doing this? This is the fifth time in a month goddamn it."she says as her eyes yet again scan him from head to toe,her heart clenching everytime she sees his injuries.

The lack of physical distance between them has caused an adrenaline rush through Wooseok's veins and he stares at her face , capturing minor details of in order to calm his racing heart. Their faces are inches apart, their breaths mixing together yet Wooseok wonders why she feels like she's so far away,so distant.

His eyes travel from her eyes ,nose and then lips, and it takes a lot of inner determination for Y/n to not lean down and kiss him while he openly stares at her lips.

"I'm going to get you something to eat." She mutters in a small voice as she pulls away from him ,only to be pulled back by him.

With his hand wrapped around her wrist , she lands softly on the mattress,her cheeks turning red.

"No. Stay with me." he says as he crawls towards her such that their legs touch each other.

His hand tucks a few strands of hair behind her ears and then it travels down to her waist,squeezing it softly as if to bring her closer than she already was.

"Wooseok, stop it." She whispers,her ears turning red at the sudden change of tension in the air. She looks down at her feet,trying hard to convince herself that she doesn't like Wooseok, that she doesn't like what he's doing right now.

"Do you really want me to stop? " he asks ,his warm breath fanning her face and making goosebumps appear on her skin.

Does she want him to stop touching her ? Does she want him to stop being in love with her? No.

But was she afraid of commitments ? Was she afraid of falling in love to such an extent that there's no coming back from it ? Yes.

"No." she whispers ,still not having the guts to look him in the eyes.

"Then why do you keep turning a blind to whatever we have?" He asks. His voice now sounds sad, not curious, not angry. His touch on her waist becomes softer.

"Because I'm afraid." Y/n finally replies, her hands limp in her lap. She slowly looks up at Wooseok and her heart skips a beat when their eyes meet, her chest exploding with strong emotions of adoration and desire and sudden rebelliousness.

She looks at his yearning eyes and sees nothing but love and respect for her and even though she's terrified of what is to come,she slowly grabs his jaw with one hand while the other rests on his well built chest.

"I love you. " She says,capturing his lips with her hers.

The sudden contact makes Wooseok's eyes wide but he is quick to respond,holding her waist tightly in place while they devour each other's lips like starving animals. Every moment of contact sets fire to Y/n's skin and every lack of contact makes her yearn for more.The hand that was on his chest now grabs his nape and pulls him even closer ,if there is any closer, as she feels him lick her bottom lip for a split second before going back to kissing.

He pulls away and trails his lips down her jaw,lingering there for a second too long and then going down to kiss her neck.

"Wooseok.." she softly groans, running her fingers through his hair as he continues to place soft kisses in every inch of her neck.

"I love you too. " He says in between kisses. "I love you so much ."

Hearing those words make her feel whole and despite all her fear and insecurities, she knows what she wants.

This is what she wants,not just today but everyday for the rest of her life.

And that afternoon, while she lays her head on his bare chest as he plays with her hair,she knows that this is what Wooseok wants for the rest of his life too.

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wintaejk · 5 years ago

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Jungkook’s FIC REC | series

Because I spend a lot of time here on tumblr reading fanfictions, I wanted to create my own fic recs. Like that, I can recommend fictions that deserve more recognition and at the same time, if I want to reread one of them, I just have to come here.

Everything on this list is about Jungkook. And of course, all those works have been written by the authors I tagged next to the name of the fictions, they do not belong to me (and if the authors want me to remove their work from my rec, I will).

I also want to thank the authors. I really appreciate all your works and efforts to create all those beautiful stories. I send you all of my love.

I decided to try writing a commentary for each of the stories. I always try to use the right pronouns when talking about the authors, but if I used the wrong ones for you, don’t hesitate to tell me. I will change it in a minute.

(f) = fluff

(a) = angst

(m) = mature

The following fictions are all about completed and finished series. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I did.

Complete

— wanted (F) (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six — by @jincherie

You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.

space au | alien au | royalty au | soulmate au | +56k

Commentary - To be honest, I don’t even know where to start and what to start with. But I think I’m simply gonna start with my first thoughts of this story. Because this fiction, I saw it multiple times on many fic recs. And to be completely honest, every single time I saw it, I found the summary attractive and intriguing but something was holding me. Probably the universe. The fear of being unsatisfied and disappointed. Because the difficulty with that kind of fiction is to immerse the reader in a universe they don’t know. You then have to describe it enough so that the reader can represent it in their head, but not too much to the point of becoming heavy. And this balance between the ‘enough’ and the ‘not too much’, you find it perfectly in ‘wanted’. I was not only imagining the scenery, I was totally living it. I was seeing everything, I was completely immerged, as if I had been living in that world my whole life. Also, the other risk with diving into a fantastic universe is the possibility of writing (or reading) something that has already been done. Yes, I already read stories where the characters are traveling from planet to planet. Yes, I already read love stories between an alien and a human. And yes, I read stories with kings before. However, this story is totally coming from the author’s imagination, or at least that’s the feeling I have. I don’t feel like I’m reading another story with aliens or in the future or a love story between a king and a non-royal reader that eveybody already knows by heart. No, I am reading Rha’s own story, her scenery, her plots, her descriptions... It was coming from her and it was her interpretation of an ‘alien world’ in the future. And I was even more stunned that I was not expecting that at all. It was in definitive a fucking good surprise. If you ask my opinion, I could even imagine it being the next best-seller book and then someone adapting this fiction in the next record-breaker movie. Now, let’s talk about the love story. Shit, fuck, damn. I’ve been craving a good love story these past few days and she gave it to me. A slow burn with a good amount of actions between the two characters, a flirty and sensual back and forth, a little bit of soulmate au, characters who have a personnality and feel truthful emotions, a last chapter with full on smut... It was for me a delight! And can we talk about that smut? Spoiler alert: Rha will make you wait until the very last minute, the very last chapter. And after waiting five long chapters, I personally only had two words for that smut... The. Fuck. I was so scared when I read the warnings and I saw tentacles and triple penetration. I was wondering where the author were bringing us. BUT BUT BUT!!! Holy fuck! I think we need all to respect a minute of silence in memory of the old me who just died. BECAUSE HOLY CRAP I FEEL LIKE A NEW WOMAN. No, but honestly, I am starting a new day tomorrow as a new person. This smut was something else. Never thought tentacles could be that exc.... Okay, I’m stopping now before making a whole essay on that perfect-amount-of-kink smut :))) I am going to conclude this lil (lol lmao lmfao) comment by emphasizing the work the author put in that fiction. For me, Rha’s story deserve so much recognition. Because this is clearly one of those fics where you can feel everything has been thought. Everything has an explanation, everything arrives at the perfect moment, everything is followed by a logical event, without being predictable. The plot, the secondary plots, the characters, the details... This author truly has nothing to envy to those ‘famous authors’ like J.K. Rowling, J.R.R. Tolkien, Jane Austen... This was not the first fiction she wrote that I read (she actually is the second account writing about bts I followed) and it is not a surprise that I loved so much this story. I am even certain, even if I just finished reading it, that this fiction will be one of those that you remember of, even years and years after you first read them. So Rha, if you happen to read this, let me tell you that you have a real talent, and you should keep embracing it! Love you lots, sweetheart, and I’m looking forward your next pieces of art.

— Falling Skies (F) (A) (M) | Prologue ; One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six — by @fortunexkookie

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

You often wondered how Jiyeon wasn’t bothered by his behavior. In fact, she often seemed to encourage it. What you failed to see was that she was just trying to show you how he reflected your light. Jiyeon had realized he was in love with you even before he did, but of course she knew. It was a twin thing.

So despite the fighting and teasing, you always found yourself drawn back to him. You knew he was one of two constants in your life: the Jeon twins were - and had always been - your one indisputable truth. You were the sun, Jungkook was the moon, and Jiyeon was the sky holding you both up When she died, it ripped a black hole right through you.

friends to enemies | enemies to friends | friends to lovers | +50k

Commentary - I think I will never have the words to express how much I love this story. This fiction has its own place in my heart, and I have the need to come back from time to time to read again and again and again this beautiful piece of work. I’m gonna be honest with you. If you don’t like angst, if you don’t want to suffer even a little bit, this fiction is not for you. However, you would miss something. And a big something. Yes, your heart will sink, you might even cry but dammit, it is so worth it. Plus you will find some comfort in Jungkook and reader’s love story. Who doesn’t love a good ‘enemies to lovers’ at the same time of a ‘friends to lovers’. Did I mention smut? No, I did not yet. SMUT, ladies and gentleman. Good smut. In a few words to summarize that all, this is an amazing, wonderful, brilliant masterpiece. Just... go read it.

— Roommates (M) | One ; Two ; Three — by @tayegi

When you accepted to let Jungkook, your best friend’s younger brother, to live with you, you did not take into account how much he grew up… and became that handsome young man.

roommate au | best friend’s brother | college au | +25k

Commentary - I’m pretty sure I couldn’t count how many times I read that fiction on only one hand. This story is the definition of slow-burn itself. As well as a collation of a roommate au, a best friend’s brother au, a friends to lovers au and an older reader. Let me tell you that when Jungkook and reader finally decides to act on that tension, it doesn’t end up in fire, but rathen in a volcanic eruption. And let’s be honest, that is exactly what we are here for.

— Animal (F) (A) (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine — by @cutaepatootie

“I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.”

“About her?” the girl frowns.

Maybe his daughter? His sister?

The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

boxer au | flashback au | +115k

Commentary - I’m not gonna lie, this story, I haven’t read it much. Simply because every single time I read it, I left some parts of my heart behind me. You can’t and I promise you that you won’t come out of this fanfiction in one piece. My heart broke the first time I read it. And the second time. And the third time. And this is probably the most I read it. Not that I didn’t like it, on the contrary: it is one of my favorite fictions in here. But there are some stories that you can’t read too many times, because they bring you such a combination of pain and joy, suffering and contentment, sorrow and euphoria that it is hard to handle, that you need some time to heal before reading it again. Putting words on what I felt while reading it is hard. I loved the characters, I loved the plot, the different stages of their relationship... And the end! I don’t think I would find someone who wouldn’t want for the end to be different. The last part let me in pain. Literally. I had a knot in my stomach and tears in my eyes. I had to stop two or three times to breathe in before continuing. In conclusion, if you love stories full of emotions, just go for that one. I read a lot, like a freaking whole lot. And fuck, this fiction is beautiful. Destructive also, but it is really worth it.

— Bunny Boy (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five — by @parkmuse

Catching feelings for your sisters friend wasn’t part of your plan.

sister’s best friend | older!reader | virgin!reader | +17k

Commentary - If you have the same taste as me in terms of fictions, you will like this fiction. There’s no complicated plot behind this story, but this is exactly what I loved about it. Sometimes, you just need a simple story between the reader and her sister’s best friend. A simple story between two young people pining for each other. A simple story maybe, but with a lot of charm. I particurly appreciate this story because of its simplicity. Love is not always complicated and impossible, and it is refreshing to read a story that remins you of that.

— Cream & Sugar (F) (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six — by @taehyungforreal

Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

escort au | barista au | enemies to lovers | +36k

Commentary - Cream & Sugar is another gem you can find on tumblr. Every time I read this serie, I fall in love once again with the characters of this stories. They are realistic, genuine and fierce. And this is what I love the most about Ashley’s fictions: the realism she puts in every single one of her work. The stories are thought, the psychology of the characters have been analyzed, the plot is consistent. This is not a coincidence I love everything that she writes; she has talent, and you should go read her fictions. And if you love slow-burn, sexual tension, and a good enemies to lovers universe, I warmly recommend you to start with this beautiful serie that I read multiple times and that I will continue to read again and again.

— Everything in you (F) (M) | One ; Two — by @jjungkookislife

Y/n wants a baby, Jungkook is wiiling to help.

best friends to lovers | roommate au | pregnant!reader | +24k

Commentary - If you are looking for a cute and soft Jungkook’s story, I hardly recommend you to not click on this one. And for the others who are ready to give it a go, make sure to prepare your eyes and soul beforehand. This fiction is made of 90% of smut. This is kinky Jungkook asf, this is filth, this is all we like to read. Plus if we add the friends to lovers theme on top of everything else, this fiction can be considered as the holy grail for sinners like me. (But if you consider yourself pure and innocent, I promise the damnation is worth it.)

— the jeon twins (F) (A) ; kookie ending ; jk ending — by @krreader

jk thought he was doing this for his twin’s good. falling in love with you while pretending to be kookie was never something he planned on doing and he hated himself for it.

twins!jeon | college au | badboy!jk | nerd!kookie

Commentary - I loved the concet of this fiction. A double ending, so everyone is happy at the end. Plus we have the duality of Jungkook in one fiction: the nerdy part of him vs the iNtErNaTiOnAl PlAyBoY one. And I have to admit that I’m a sucker for both of them. So having them reunited in one fiction is a delight.

— fear is forever (F) (A) | One: fear in your eyes ; Two: forever and a night — by @gukyi

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

werewolf au | strangers to lovers | +8k

Commentary - For some reasons, this story hit me hard. I love reading werewolf au, or should I say that I just love everything that is supernatural and magical. But this one was different. No crazy smut, no mate au, no pack. At some point, I even thought about Red Riding Hood, but not because the stories are similar. Far from it. I didn’t realize it directly, but after a few days, I was still thinking about it, and I could imagine telling that story to my future children. And then I realized why I was associating it to Red Riding Hood. This story feels like a fairytale. The famous ones. The ones that you tell your children before they go to sleep. The ones with magic, as much in the story itself as in the way it is written. The ones that make you still think about them days after you first read it. This story is literally a fairytale.

— Cafuné (F) (A) (M) | One ; Two — by @daffodilon

cafuné - (brazilian portuguese)

“the act of running your fingers through your lover’s hair; among the few words that cannot be directly translated into english”

roommates au | friends to lovers | +19k

Commentary - This fiction is the personification of the friends to lovers au itself. You want soft? You will have soft. You want soft smut? You will have soft smut. You want soft smut with Jungkook? Seriously, I don’t know why you still are here reading my bullshit when you could be reading that beautiful baby instead.

— vaunt (M) | One ; Two — by @yminie

Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose, and the frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

college au | fratboy!jungkook | enemies to lovers | +18k

Commentary - I only have three words to describe that fiction: big dick Jungkook. You want reasons to go read this story? A lot of smut. A good amount of crack. A little bit of fluff to end the story. And also, fuckboy!jungkook; fratboy!jungkook; and Big. Dick. Jungkook. You want a little bit more of filth and sin in your life? You are in the right place, that’s all I have to say.

— bad for you (A) (M) | drabble 1 ; drabble 2 ; Epilogue: undressed — by @yoonia

His whole presence emits sin and danger, and you are not supposed to be attracted to him on the first glance.

stripper au | bachelorette au | +31k

Commentary - Another fiction that I love reading again from time to time. And yes, cheating is wrong. Don’t do it at home kids. But no, I am not ashamed to love that fiction so much. I’m a sucker for Jungkook. But I’m a hoe for stripper!Jungkook. Plus the alchemy between reader and Jk is too good to not count that fiction in the top of my list of fictions. You add smut, fluff and the right amount of angst and BAM! You end up with a five stars fiction that you will devour until the very end.

#fic rec #jeon jungkook fic rec #jeon jungkook #bts fic rec #series fic rec

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tipsydipsydo · 5 years ago

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Precious 🌸 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Gender of the reader: female

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: purest Fluff and so fluffy Smut it's literally Fluff!

AU: Etablished Relationship AU

Warnings: FLUFF (yeah, this here should be a real warning!) !Some Mature Content! Nipple Play, Body-Worshipping, Praising, Fingering, Soft (dirty) Talk, Mentions of Sextoys and Tears of Joy

This all here is just freaking tooth rotting fluff and it's really freaking cute!

A/N: Hello my Sweeties!

Here we go again, I got something for you! I wrote this fic also for a wonderful friend of mine for her birthday (yes, my friends are really spoiled by me!) and I got her permission to upload it. And to be honest, I'm really proud of myself that I could write such cute fluffy Smut with a great Story because usually I know myself as really kinky Shit (*cough* My Kink-Scenario *cough*) and I really hope you guys enjoy this story as much as my friend and I do!

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Summary: Today is your birthday and because your last few weeks have been terribly stressful, you want nothing more than to be able to sleep in on your day off. However, Namjoon has to go to practice all day long, that's why he has found a very gentle method of waking you up to unpack your presents with you together...

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"Hey Baby ...", Namjoon whispers and gives you a little kiss on the temple before he kisses his way down to your collarbone. You sigh sleepily, only an incomprehensible mumbling leaves your lips. You don't want to get up yet, today is your birthday after all and you took some extra time off from work just for today to get some really good and long sleep. You know, Namjoon has to go to practice early in the morning again, but you told him last Night, before you two went to bed, to let you sleep in.

"What's up, Joonie ...", you mumble tormented, you wanting nothing more than your well-deserved sleep, which you almost gave yourself as a present for your own birthday.

"I told you to let me sleep ...", you complain and want to pull the blanket over your head again. However, Namjoon sits in the way and gently treats your neck with soft butterfly kisses. You are still too sleepy to resist these caresses and let your arms slide back onto the soft mattress.

"I know, I know, Babygirl. I should let you sleep in peace, but today is your birthday and I wouldn't see you all day otherwise, Darling. But I made something up for you in my mind, how I could wake you up in a soft and gentle way... I hope you're not mad at me anymore then."

Curious what this announcement could mean, you crook one of your eyes open to a small slit and look at him questioningly, but he just smiles softly and whispers: "Just close your eyes and let yourself be surprised... is your birthday today!"

When he starts to call you by your (secretly loved) petnames in such a loving way, it couldn't be that bad.

"Okay ...", you say quietly and finally give in, let yourself sink back into the pillows and close your eyes again.

Namjoon laughs briefly, looks at you with pure affection and love. Carefully, he pushes the blanket a bit away from your upper body, although he has just recently turned on the heating again, just as a precaution. The last thing he wants you to start freezing and shaking in what's coming next. Well ... you may like to begin trembling... but definitely not from a cool breeze!

Before proceeding with his actual plan, Namjoon looks at you again.

Your beautiful face, glad, he saw your furrowed eyebrows and knitted forehead way too often. Now everything is smooth and flawless again, without this one, always noticeable stress crease. Your eyes are closed, your breath is calm and even. Hopefully, that will not stay that way for much longer.

Carefully, Namjoon pushes a loose strap of your slightly too-large top off your shoulder and leans forward to caress the now exposed skin gently and calmly. He takes his time, a lot more time than usual. He hates himself for that all over again, as he has been able to allow so often in the recent times, not to pay your body the attention he deserves.

The last weeks, if not months, have been a nightmare. He loves his work, really! Nevertheless, the comeback drove him to the edge of despair. He spent most of his time either in the studio, in meetings, on the filming set for the new MV, or at least a few hours more than anyone else in the dance studio to perfect his Part in the choreography.

You took a new job that put the icing on the cake. Your working hours overlap with his few breaks, so you both have seen each other at the same time in your shared apartment only every two or three days. And mostly, you just gave each other the doorknob in the hand, because when one of you came home, the other Person headed directly to his work. Time was often only for a little peck and nothing more.

However, every now and then, as if by a miracle, when you both spent one or two hours together, most of the time you were like animals in heat and you just fucked each other senseless for some stress relief or just only to feel close to each other again.

Too much frustration and stress had accumulated in the time when you couldn't see each other. Sometimes you both felt more like two Singles instead of a Couple living together.

Some nights, when Namjoon came home late and you already slept, he wondered how much longer you could stand it.

How long you still want to join him, his turbulent life. When the time has come, when it becomes too unbearable, not only to have a long-distance relationship with your boyfriend when they are on Tour, but also to lead a kind of non-existent relationship. Your shared chat and perhaps the together signed rental contract still hinted at your relationship.

Namjoon has the feeling that he has to make it up again, just to get along with his own conscience. He has to show you how much he loves you, that he needs you not "just only" as a sexual stress reliever, because he loves you above all else and doesn't know how to withstand all this stress when you weren't by his side anymore.

You build him up again when he's close to a mental breakdown because too many people are demanding his attention all at the same time. You reassure him when he thinks he's a big disappointment for his members and when he thinks he's driving Hoseok insane when he can't learn the choreography so quickly like the other members. These times when he thinks he isn't enough for Armys. At least when he has the opinion he's not good enough for your patience and kindness.

That's why he wants to try to give something of this attention back to you.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as Namjoon moves lower with his kisses, pushing your top barely noticeable down, until the other strap slips off your shoulder too and finally exposes your breasts.

Namjoon raises his head slightly to look at your beautiful, perfectly imperfect breasts. Your left breast is a little bit larger than your right one. A detail that made you feel ashamed because you had to make some uncomfortable experiences with this unique feature. Your previous partners liked it to make a bad joke here and there about them, didn't even realize what they had done to you with such comments.

"Baby, I hope you know how beautiful you are, how beautiful your whole body is, with every little special detail. How beautiful your breasts are, their shape and how differently they react to my caresses, how perfect your left breast fits in my hands and how sensitive your right nipple is, all these details just makes it more interesting to play with your body..."

You giggle softly, full of embarrassment and hide your blushing face behind your hands. But Namjoon grabs your wrists and pulls them aside with gentle force.

"Hey, Babygirl, don't be ashamed, please don't be embarrassed of your body or what I'm saying, I'm absolutely serious, okay?"

He strokes your cheek before he gives you a long, sensual kiss. It's about time that you remember how much you are loved and Namjoon is eager to give you the attention you deserve. Otherwise, you only were so embarrassed at the beginning of your relationship with his compliments.

"I love you, and I want you to know that too, verbally and with touches as well. I want you to feel attractive and wanted, just like you are, with that damn hot body and your dirty mind, Darling. Just relax, I'll take care of you."

You nod lightly, throw a grateful smile full of love to your boyfriend that he cares so patiently for your insecurities and makes you feel so good again. With a smile, Namjoon kisses your lips one last time before returning his full attention to your chest and closing his lips around the nipple of your right breast.

A small moan escapes your lips and a heated shudder runs down your spine. Namjoon knows your body very well, knows where to touch you to elicit such reactions right away.

Joonie starts to grin, more than satisfied with these reactions he gets out of you. His left hand wanders to your other breast, begins to gently massaging it, rubbing his palm over your nipple, before he tease it with his thumb a little bit.

You bite your lower lip, try to hold back these sinful sounds in your throat, don't try to give Namjoon the satisfaction of having made you completely weak already. The tiredness that had previously been in your bones fades away more and more with every second.

Instead, heat spreads through your body, seizing every nerve cell of your body like a raging bushfire, especially the area between your thighs begin to burn with lustful heat. You might get used to being woken up like this some more often.

"You love it how I play with your nipples, don't you, Baby? I think you're already wet between those beautiful legs of yours...", mumbles Namjoon with his hot breath against your nipple, makes you shudder even more.

Like before he take his time for all parts of the body, so he did with your breasts. So long that you start getting impatient and a soft "Please ..." slip out of you. You want more, you need more, this heat in your abdomen is hardly bearable anymore.

"What do you want, Honey?"

"More, please give me more...", you whimper.

Your arousal has already soaked your panties completely, it sticks umcomfortable to you. All you want right now is to get rid of it and hope that Namjoon doesn't make you wait too long until he gives you some relief.

"As you wish, Birthday Girl"

He repositions himself next to you, now sitting on his calves at the level of your hip, carefully pushing the rest of the blanket off your body. When he sees this thin, white cotton panties with small blue dots, he finds it on the one hand unbelievably cute but on the other hand also really sexy.

You spread your legs a bit more to give Namjoon the hint that you really need him down there. Joonie can already see it, the fabric between your thighs has turned dark from arousal.

He lets his index finger stroke over the damp fabric, makes you flinch.

"Already so wet, baby ... just for me ...", he wispers more to himself, amazed how wonderful your body reacts to his touches.

"Don't tease me ...", you whimper and move restlessly back and forth. You need him, his fingers, his tongue, whatever he wants to give you between your legs. Without this damn panties.

Namjoon realizes how you grown impatient and helps you to get rid of this annoying piece of cloth. And now, you're lying there in front of him, showing him your bare and beautiful body, allowing him to see you so vulnerable and naked. Show him with so much devotion and love, you don't want anything more than your release from this hell of lust with his help.

"Baby, I know... I've said it countless times, but you're so beautiful, I love you, so freaking much, I'll give you what you need the most now."

Without hesitating unnecessarily, he let his right hand glides between your thighs, grabs your hand with his left hand, interlocks his fingers with your own. You begin to smile at this small but significant gesture, but close your eyes the next moment again and your lips parts to let out a moan.

Namjoon's fingers caress your wet folds, divide slowly with two fingers and rub your clit. Electric shocks shoot through your body, driving you crazy.

Between moaning and gasping for breath, you mumble some incomprehensible words, repeating your boyfriend's name over and over again like a luck bringing mantra. Like a salvation bringing mantra.

After coating his fingers with enough arousal, he let his fingers sinks lower, gently sliding the second finger into you after the first one and placing his thumb on your clit.

You push your back in the air, snapping gasped for breath, a soft, whimpered "Please" stumbles over your open lips. Begging for more, you roll your pelvis towards him, trying to ride his fingers, which so far remain still in you.

"Whatever you want, Princess...", gasps Namjoon, fucking turned on by this scenery in front of his eyes. But you are the only important priority now.

He guides your interwined hands to his lips and begins to place countless little kisses on your knuckles and the back of your Hand as his other fingers begin to move inside of you.

Namjoon gently starts to bend his fingers inside of you, knowing exactly where to find that sweet spot in you that makes you float into the sky.

"Oh God... Oh God... N-Namjoon...", you babble softly. Feel, how the heat within you becomes unbearable and that knot in your abdomen is not far from bursting.

"Yes Babygirl, I know you're close. I'm here baby. I'm here and gonna hold you when you're tumbles over the edge and begin to fall."

Your eyebrows are kitted together, your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is open, ready to let your silent moan ecape into the room.

Namjoon accelerates its rhythm, draws small circles over your clit, feels how your walls are tightening. Your legs starts to shake and your throat will flow over with small whimpers.

"I'm gonna... I-I'm gonna...", you wisper breathless.

"Come, Princess. Come for me, Babygirl. You're doing it so well, get your well deserved orgasm." Namjoon encourages you with his breathless voice.

Placing a last kiss on the back of your hand before the fireball bursts in you and you will be carried away in waves of lust for a few moments.

Seeing you reaching your High is a very personal gift for Namjoon.

You look so beautiful, so careless and peaceful. As you recover from your orgasm, Namjoon leans forward and presses a tender kiss on your lips.

"Happy Birthday, Babygirl~"

Namjoon comes back from the bathroom with a soft, wet towel to clean the little mess between your legs up (what he caused!). Then he goes to your dresser and gets you a new pair of panties from the drawer in that you store your underwear. This time it's pair of white panties with red dots on them.

You watch him the whole time with sleepy eyes and a smile full of affection. After such a wonderful orgasm, you could immediately go back to sleep, completely satisfied and there is still the will to sleep through the whole morning.

"Hey darling ... you have to stay awake for a bit longer, but then you can sleep through the rest of the day," says Namjoon softly and tries his best to keep you awake in a gentle way.

"How about a latte macchiato and your favorite croissants from "La petit réve de Florence" ? Before I woke you up I got breakfast for you. There was too much danger that I would break something in the kitchen... again.", he says quietly with a small self-ironic laugh.

Just the thought of a wonderful latte macchiato and these fluffy croissants from the french boulangerie of your trust elicits a sigh of pleasure out of you and actually makes you sit up in bed with a hearty yawn and lean against the headboard.

Namjoon takes your new position as an approval that a french breakfast is the best thing to start in the day of your birthday and disappears into the kitchen.

Namjoon comes back with a richly laid bed tray to eat comfortably in bed. He places it carefully over your lap on the mattress so that you can eat in peace. The latte has already cooled down a bit and is now at the perfect temperature to drink and the croissants smell wonderful. Namjoon also filled jam in tiny bowls, in which you dip the ends of your croissants.

"You can already start to eat, I have to get some more things", says your boyfriend, who is already walking through the door frame of your bedroom and disappeared again.

You look after him with your mouth full of croissant, but only shrug with your shoulders and dedicate your full attention now to the delicious breakfast in front of you.

Namjoon returns to the room with a second tray, tries to balance the wrapped presents and the various boxes as best he can to your side of the bed. When he has placed everything safely on the dressing chair next to your nightstand, he gives you his typical, irresistible smile again with his damn cute dimples in his cheeks.

"Happy Birthday, my Love!"

You almost choke when you realize how many gifts are there and your eyes are almost the size of a plate.

"Those... are they all for me?"

"Does anyone else in this household have birthday today? Of course they are for you, Jagi!", says Namjoon with a big smile.

"B-But at first, let me eat my croissants before I unwrap the presents! I don't want to spread crumbs all over the bed," you answer your overexited boyfriend.

Namjoon nods and tries his absolute best to stay calm, but he is too excited to gives his presents to you, so that he can hardly sit calmly next to you, always rocks nervously back and forth.

"Which gift do you want to unpack first?", he asks immediately when you wipe the last puff pastry crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

A little bit overwhelmed, you let your gaze wander over the presents until you shrug your shoulders undecided.

"I have no idea, everything has such nice wrapping paper, so I don't want to tear it apart in general..."

Namjoon rolls his eyes playfully, he can't do anything with such a pointless answer. That's why he ultimately decides to give you the biggest gift of all of them.

A wide band of white silk is tied around the oval box, so that a perfect large bow sits on the lid of the box. You pull carefully the bow open and remove the lid from the stable and high-quality box.

You gasp when you see the pastel pink rabbit vibrator. You carefully take it out of the preformed indentation and look at it with fascination from all sides. It's not a big surprise that Namjoon gives you a sex toy as a present, you have given each other toys for the bedroom from time to time already before today.

However, this little exemplar is a completely different level, this here is no longer a "normal" sex toy, this is a real luxury item.

"The worldtour starts soon and we won't be able to see each other for months again and I thought... this one here could serve you well, when I unfortunately couldn't satisfy your needs by myself, even if I would like to do it for you when certain desires are no longer bearable... anyway, according to the reviews, it should have an excellent vibration, which should also be very powerful if you can trust these comments...", Namjoon explained his motives for this gift and winked at you with a cheeky grin.

You playfully hit Namjoon against the upper arm, who groans overdramatically "from the unbearable pain" and complacently observes how the pink blush rises on your cheeks. Especially when you consider that Namjoon spoiled you with his fingers just around twenty minutes ago and gave you a breathtaking orgasm.

As carefully as you unwrapped this gift, you gently put it back in his box and place it behind you on Namjoon's bedside. As soon as you have turned to the front again, Joonie has three other gifts ready. They reminds you of books in terms of their shape and size, what allows you to look forward in a certain anticipation. You're right with your guess and with every book that you unpack, your joy about these carefully selected gifts only increases more and more. All three books were written by your favorite authors, are the first edition and are bound in a beautiful hardcover.

In that moment you just want to hug your boyfriend and squeak full of joy, however, he stops you with a loving gesture, indicating the last book you unpacked.

"Baby, have a look...", he says and makes promising gestures on the book cover. You open the book curiously and put your hand over your mouth, can't believe what you'll find there.

The recently published book by your absolute favorite author is personally signed by her and the small text she wrote in the book is addressed to you!

You would love to have a book signed by her by hand... and now you have one that is also personalized just for you!

Dear Mrs. Y/N Kim

I am very pleased to hear that you read my books so diligently and sometimes even late into the night that your husband has to take my writings away from you and hide it so that you can still grab some sleep. I am deeply honored by this, but please make sure you have a healthy sleep rhythm! I only speak from own experiences...

I also wish you a wonderful birthday and all the best! Have fun with my new book!

Yours sincerely Y/F/A

(P.S .: I know you two are not married, but I think you're the perfect couple and I wish you the best for your hopefully shared future!)

"Oh my god, Namjoon... that's... that's... I have no words! She already calls me Mrs. Kim! Namjoon! How did you do it!?"

"Well,Y/N, there must be some advantages to being famous and everyone knows you... I called her publishing company and asked if anything like this could be arranged. The next day I was called back and suddenly I had her on the phone personally and we had a little small talk... she is really nice and I already had back then the feeling during the phone call that she lowkey ship us... ", explains Namjoon and laughs at the end a little bit and shakes his head amused.

Without realizing it, tears running down your cheeks and you throw yourself around your darling's neck. Now you're really start to sob.

"Thank you, Namjoon! Thank you, thank you, thank you for these wonderful birthday presents and this wonderful morning! I love you so much, I don't know how I can thank you for it! I-"

"Wait, wait baby! We're not done yet! The best alyways comes at the end, right?", he says and shush you gently.

"Wait, what? More? A-And even better?... Namjoon, you've gone completely crazy!", you sniff, giggling and trying to wipe the tears of joy out of your eyes.

He picks up the tray again and pulls out a plain, white envelope with your name on it in his handwriting.

With shaky fingers, you pull out a single ticket and scan with your eyes over the informations. It's a ticket from Seoul to your hometown, on a date where you already booked a ticket for yourself because your parents celebrated their silver wedding anniversary that specific weekend, but unfortunately Namjoon had to cancel because... wait-

"Namjoon, wha-"

He gently takes the ticket out of your hands, puts it on your nightstand and then looks straight into your eyes and takes your hands in his.

A smile full of love is on his lips and his eyes starts to shine in a dangerous way too, as if tears are forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Do you remember last week, when I came home all stressed and edgy and that for days? Partially I didn't want to tell you what's going on? That was because I had some arguments with Sejin and Si-hyuk, because I wanted to have three days off so that I could fly with you to your parents and accompany you to their silver wedding anniversary. After a few clarifying discussions I was finally able to arrange it and got their 'Okay'. So I got yesterday finally the chance to book my ticket. I'll come with you and we'll fly to your parents together!"

"Namjoon! You really went completely crazy! I'm the reason you've been having all this trouble?! You can't be serious!"

You almost shout at him and throw yourself at him, crying and sobbing. Nothing holds your tears anymore, they just run down your cheeks and you are so overwhelmed with all this joy and love you feel for him that you can't calm down right now.

Namjoon gently caresses your back, talks you into comfort, but also gives you the time you need to process all of this in your head and slowly come down.

"N-Namjoon! Please explain to me how I deserve all of...", you are making an extravagant gesture around you two where all the presents are scattered all over the bed "... this here?"

"You know, Y/N... I ask myself the same question every day when I wake up next to you and have the possibility to look into your beautiful face. What I deserved to have met you. A person who takes me the way I am, without wanting to change me. A person who supports me as I need it at this specific moment. A person who is patient with me when I'm impatient with myself and sometimes have unbearable phases. A person who loves me when I can't love myself in dark days. And all these things you've done for me, even when I don't have the time for you that I would like to have. I just wanted to return the favor."

You open your trembling lips, try to respond to his wonderful words, but no sound comes out of your throat. You simply cannot find any words for this literally breathtaking declaration of love.

Namjoon smiles at you softly and yet a bit nervously, almost looks like a shy schoolboy who confess his love to his crush. Then he takes the floor again.

"But please believe me, Y/N, I don't want to buy your love with these gifts here and also all these small souvenirs from these different countries and even when I just want to give you a little gift, I only want you to know that I always think of you. And somehow want to show myself recognizable, even if I have a lack of goddamn time for it. This time that I would like to spend with you. Therefore I would like to thank you again and again, that you give me the chance to realize my dream job and at the same time I am lucky enough to be able to complete this dream with you. Thank you. I love you so much and maybe you can understand now how much I love and appreciate you."

Namjoon's voice begins to tremble towards the end and when you look up at him you see tears running down from the corner of his eyes. Your heart feels as if it can no longer withstand this love in your chest and wants to burst into thousand pieces.

"I love you too, Namjoon. So, so much! And now, right now, I know exactly how much you love me, that sometimes it just steals my voice...", you sob.

You lie in the arms of each other a few more moments, enjoy being allowed to be so close to the other person, at least for a tiny moment. Until Namjoon's timer rings, which should remind him that he should go for practice now. A frustrated sigh escapes Namjoon.

"Hey Baby, it's time to continue working on your dream and make it come true... right? And I want to go back to sleep anyway until my girls storms our apartment to celebrate my birthday too. Come on, hop hop, out of the bed! Hobi doesn't like to wait! ",you giggle and shoo him out of bed.

At the door, Namjoon turns around to you the last time.

"I love you, my Queen."

"I love you too, my King."

You start to laugh together before the front door closes and you sink back into the pillows with a slight smile in your lips.

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mrcleanheichou · 5 years ago

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Forever and ever chapter 2

When two young people fall in love others often call it puppy love. A love so intense that ultimately fizzles out very quickly. No one believes someone so young could fall for someone so fast and have it be genuine until they see it with their own eyes.

Pairing Cowboy!Jungkook x reader

Genre fluff, angst, eventual smut

Word count 2K

Warnings Mention of a boner

Author’s note soooo long time no see lol I am such a bad fic writer, I literally start a WIP and don’t touch it for months. I have 4 WIPs that I bounce between when i get writer’s block. Slowly but surely I want to start writing consistently so I can get better. So I offer to you my Bangtan cowboy yeehaw fic. I really want to read cowboy fics but there’s barely anything so I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world and wrote my own.

Here’s chapter 1

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1 week later Jungkook had just finished working on sections of the barbed wire fence with Jimin when he saw his hyung Jin getting the wagon ready. As soon as he put the roll of extra wire and his gloves back in the shed he jogged over to Jin. “Hyung! Are you going to town?”, He asked a little too loud making the horse Jin was hooking up to panic a little. “Hey, hey, hey, you’re ok.”, Jin says trying to get the horse back under control. Once he gets the nervous animal to calm down he looks toward the sweaty young man. “Yeah, I have to go to the market. Do you want to go?”Jungkook said yes a little to excitedly. “Ok, but go wash up. You stink.”

Jungkook hurried to the room he shares with Taehyung in the large ranch house where all seven of the men who work on Bangtan cattle ranch live.

**~~~~~~~~~** The whole operation is split four ways between the four older men. Namjoon and Yoongi run the majority of everything between Yoongi finding buyers for their livestock and Namjoon negotiating deals. They are both very knowledgeable cattlemen despite being in their mid twenties. They do not let other cattlemen try to dupe them because they think they’re young and gullible. Multiple times meetings have almost come to blows since the older men don’t like being shown up by the quick witted duo. The other partners are Jin and Hoseok. Jin takes care of feeding six very hungry mouths. He is a very good cook and he is also very skilled at fixing leather. He makes money on the side by fixing bridles and saddles for other people. Then there’s Hoseok who used to be a bronco rider on the rodeo circuit and now he uses his skills to break in young horses. Jimin and Taehyung were a couple of trouble makers that would do little odd jobs and play cards to get money to drink and entertain the women at multiple saloons almost every night. They ended up at the same poker table as Yoongi one night 6 years ago. They got to talking and he told them about needing workers on his ranch. Jimin automatically said no. He was very against that idea since he didn’t want to do actual hard labor in the sun. Taehyung was more open to the idea of a consistent pay check. Yoongi made them a bet. They’d play three rounds of ‘7-card-stud’ and if Yoongi beat them at least two times then he’d stop asking. But if he did beat them then they both had to come work for him. They took the bet and obviously Yoongi won. Although Jimin still to this day swears Yoongi cheated. Jungkook’s story is a little different. He made the 50 mile journey to Coyote Creek from his family’s farm after one of many fights he had with his father. When his mother died his father turned to alcohol to drown the pain. He became a monster of a man and resented the fact that Jungkook looked like his mother. The only time an argument turned physical was right before Jungkook ran away. He accidentally burnt the dinner he was making. His father immediately got up and grabbed Jungkook by the shirt and yelled in his face about how useless he was. He told him he regreted ever having him and that he has never loved him. When Jungkook started crying his father slapped him across the face. That was the final straw for Jungkook. As soon as his father was too drunk to even know where he was, he started packing some of his things and stole some money his father’s stash in his closet. He raided the storehouse for as much essential foods that he could reasonably transport and packed it all up onto one of their horses. Taking one final look back at his childhood home, Jungkook finally stopped fighting his tears. He sobbed, allowing himself to mourn the loss of both his mother and father. Once he calmed down he got on his horse and left his old life behind. At the age of 14 Jungkook set off for a better life. It took him two days to reach the town where he promptly started asking around for a job. Unfortunately no one was interested in hiring him, even for simple jobs. After six days he was out of cash, hungry and desperate. He went to the horse auctions and was going to sell his horse to survive when a man who was wearing an expensive looking black cowboy hat asked him why he looked so sad. Jungkook told him he couldn’t get money any other way and he had no home to return to. The man gave him a sympathetic look and told him to stay where he was. That he’d be right back. A few minutes later he came back with a shorter man in tow. “My name is Namjoon and this is Yoongi.”, the other man tips his hat at Jungkook “I’d like to make you an offer.” Jungkook was about to say thank you when Namjoon cut him off, “But, I don’t want the horse. We’re looking for a new ranch hand and you look like a hard worker. Would you like to come work for us?” Jungkook immediately says yes. “What’s your name kid?” “Jungkook.” “Where are your parents?” Yoongi asked looking concerned. When Jungkook looked down at the ground trying to come up with an answer Yoongi put his hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok, you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” The two men take Jungkook with them to purchase the two horses they came to the auction for. They then head out for the ten mile ride it takes to get back to their ranch. Namjoon notices that Jungkook’s face looks sunburnt so he asks him if he needs a hat. “No, no it’s ok you don’t have to give me anything, I’m fine.” Namjoon pays him no mind as he takes the obviously expensive hat off his head and places it on Jungkook’s. “Every man needs a good hat.” Six years later Jungkook still wears it. **~~~~~~~** Jungkook took his time looking through his clothes. He finally chose a white button up, the pair of jeans he never wears when he does work and his nice town boots. After he washed up and changed he walked back to where Jin was waiting for him. ”You know we’re just going to town for supplies right?” Jin commented looking him up and down while Jungkook climbed onto the wagon next to him. Jin himself was wearing his work overalls that had leather oil on them. “Yeah, I just felt like dressing up that’s all.” Jin just shrugged and snapped the reigns to get the horse to start moving. When they got into town Jungkook immediately looked toward the school and was disappointed when it seemed like no one was there. Dejectedly, Jungkook got off the wagon and followed Jin to the first shop. “Ok, I made a you a list so we can split up and get it done faster”, Jin said handing Jungkook a piece of paper leaving him in front of the farmer’s market. Jungkook sighed and went into the shop that housed fruits and vegetables and opened the door. He grabbed a woven hand basket from the counter and went for the first item on his list. Apples. Not just any apples either, Jin wrote ‘***GOOD APPLES***’ Which caused Jungkook to stand confused in front of all the different types of apples for a few minutes. “What the hell does ‘good apples’ even mean? I thought all apples were good.” “Would you like some help?”, A sweet sounding voice asked. Jungkook looks to the side and almost gasped when he saw who was talking to him. It was the school teacher, she was stunning up close and her eyes were exceptionally beautiful. She smiles at him and he swears he felt his heart skip a beat. “You seem a little out of your element here.” “Y-yeah.”, Jungkook manages to say while trying to not stare at the woman. He doesn’t know why he’s so infatuated with her. He doesn’t even know her. “Do you know what kind of apples you want?” Jungkook feels his face getting hot because, no. Jin just wrote apples and there’s a bunch of different kinds in front of him. “No, my hyung didn’t write down what kind he wanted.” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I’m completely lost.” “That’s ok, can I see your list? Maybe I can try to guess what he’s making and get you the right apples for it.” Jungkook handed her the shopping list and their hands briefly touched causing Jungkook to completely stop breathing. The woman started reading the list and mumbling to herself with a look of concentration. Jungkook thought it was was the cutest thing ever. “Ok! I think he’s gonna be making apple pie because he wrote down; flour, sugar, cinnamon, salt, and butter. But you can’t get that here today. Mr. Lee only comes to town with his milk and butter 3 times a week so you’ll have to come back for that tomorrow. But we can definitely get your ‘Good Apples’ today.”, she giggled and he looked at her in awe. How could someone so lovely actually talk to him. He almost felt unworthy of being in her presence. “Ok so I’m going to be biased and get you the apples I personally think are the best for pie. If your Hyung doesn’t like them then tell me and I’ll give you money for different ones.” she said looking over her shoulder at a nodding Jungkook. “I love these ones. They’re ‘Pink Lady’ apples.”, she says grabbing a small light red apple “They’re Sweet but not too sweet. They make the pie come out much better than green apples and their name sounds classy.” She handed it to Jungkook and started picking out the best apples from the pile. After finding 6 perfect apples she put them in the basket he was carrying. Once again accidentally touching him In the process. Jungkook completely froze, he felt as if he was shocked by electricity. “I can help you with rest of your things” the woman said looking up at the poor awestruck man. “I mean only if you want me to...” she added when Jungkook just stared at her without answering worrying that she might have been intruding. Jungkook just nodded, he couldn’t trust himself to speak without fumbling over his words. The woman smiled and spent the next 30 minutes helping him with the rest of Jin’s list. After Jungkook payed the two made their way to the wagon. “Thank you for helping me. I would have been lost for a long time.” “You’re welcome” the teacher smiled at him brightly. “It was my pleasure. By the way what’s your name Mr apple pie?” “Jungkook” the woman pondered that for a second before extending her hand. “I’m y/n” Jungkook silently hoped she wouldn’t notice how sweaty his hand was. If y/n did she didn’t say anything about it while grasping his calloused hand with her smaller and much softer hand. Jungkook felt ashamed when his thoughts immediately when to a dirty place when he imagined her soft hands touching him somewhere else. Mentally slapping himself he snapped out of it before he, as Jimin liked to call it, popped a boner. “Well, Mr. Jungkook, I’ll see you at the school house bright and early tomorrow” she said while turning to walk away. When y/n was gone Jungkook raised his hand to his face to make sure this was all real. With his luck this would end up being a dream. At least it would has been a really good dream. He must have zoned out for a while because he was startled back to reality by Jin clapping him on the shoulder, “Stop staring into la la land and help me tie everything down.” Jungkook took one last look at his hand, “You were right hyung” ...’love at first sight does exist.’ “I’m always right. I don’t know why you’re barely realizing that now”

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the-weeping-author · 5 years ago

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A Night To Remember

A/N: my request are open so feel free to request I write smut, fluff and angst. I hope you guys like this fic as much as y’all do my other two more will be coming. ~Destiny ❤️

Warnings: cussing, sex, oral, worship. Daddy kink spanking slight choking. Hair pulling.

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @galactic-kitten-nonsense @linkispink1995 @hoaxsteve @themultifandomwhoresblog @phoebethepheebs

THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS UNDER 18

Word count: 2,464

(Please don’t copy my fics and use them as your own.)

Please enjoy 😌

Steve Harrington doesn’t like girls like me, girls like me are confident, smart, independent and daring. He liked girls like Nancy wheeler. smart, submissive and squeaky clean. Steve and I had known each other for literally years, we were in 1st grade together and we’ve know each other since. Steve and I had a complicated friendship, one day we would talk like we were best friends then the next we would act like we didn’t know each other. So I don’t know how or when I got into this predicament. I was currently at Steve’s house during one of his famous parties, I never went to his parties always other kids. I was in the kitchen drinking listing to the music that was playing when I heard someone’s voice fill me ears.

“Well well well what do I owe the pleasure of having Hawkins party legend at my party?” I quickly turned around seeing Steve smiling at me, I raised an eyebrow and took another drink of my cranberry vodka. “Nothing just thought I’d show you how the real popular kids get down.” I smirked against my cup as he stood there speechless. “Well something made you show up tonight Y/N.” I pulled my cup away from my lips and I licked them and shrugged. “I wanted carol to leave me alone she wouldn’t stop begging me to come.” I’m not gonna lie I’ve always had a thing for Steve but I wouldn’t ever tell him and I knew he felt something for me as well but he wouldn’t say anything because my group of friends ran the school.

When we walked down the hallways kids parted including Steve and his crew, they wish they were like us and we knew it. Steve was a dork and that’s why I was in love with him, wait in love with him? Wow I’m definitely feeling the affects of drinking. I thought to myself as I tuned him out and just started at him. Next thing I knew he was snapping in my face. “I’m sorry what was that Steve?” He smiled and looked at me. “I said thank you for coming I really appreciate it.” His brown eyes shined at me and I had to stop myself from jumping his bones. Immediately scolded myself. “Get ahold of yourself Y/N, you are not a slut.” He walked over and hugged me, I took in his scent the smell of Farrah Fawcett hairspray soap and his cologne filled my nostrils and It was like I was getting intoxicated by his scent.

The party lasted for three long hours Steve and I kept exchanging glances all night, the sexual tension already starting to become present. Every time Steve and I had made eye contact I’m my stomach would go in knots so I started avoiding him. Steve has a live band and karaoke, a few of my friends from my singing class was up there singing it must have been love by Roxette when the song ended everyone cheered and some how I got pushed up on the stage and I looked at the karaoke list and I entered the number and Could’ve been by Tiffany started playing and I started singing along with the song.

*Steve’s pov*

I can’t believe Y/N’s at my party, no one knew I was madly in love with her. I’ve known her for basically my whole life, her and I were friends up until the 8th grade, she’s always been popular but the 8th grade was when she really got popular, then she pushed me to the side, I’m not going to say we just stopped talking cause we definitely didn’t it was just our friendship was put on hold, she always did what she wanted which is what made me so attracted to her. I saw some of her friends singing must’ve been love, I went over to the alcohol table and made myself blue stuff. When they were over I had downed two of them. But nothing would prepare me for who was up their singing next.

Her voice rang through my ears and my breath hitched, I had no idea she could sing. As she sang along with the lyrics effortlessly I felt my heart ache, I felt like the world had stopped and she was singing to me. Her voices sounded angelic the way she hit the high notes in the song gave me chill and the live band played along with the karaoke machine making the song that much better. When the song ended I turned around and got a refil of my drink but when I turned around she was gone. My mind was going a million miles a minute. “What if she left?” That was my first thought, the second was. “What if she only came to up keep her reputation as Hawkins party animal.” I shrugged it off and had fun the rest of the night.

When the party eneded I had started to clean up so my parents wouldn’t come home and kill me, while I was cleaning I heard a thump come from upstairs. I thought nothing of it, after about 20 minutes of cleaning and making sure everything was okay I locked up and decided to go upstairs, I walked up the stairs and half way up them I took my shirt off holding it in my hand. When I got up to my room I opened the door and froze. There she was, the girl I was madly in love with for years. The girl who I dated Nancy wheeler for just to forget about, the girl that broke my heart countless of times and I had her all to myself for once.

*Your pov*

After I basically poured my heart out I panicked, I went upstairs to Steve’s room. I noticed some of the things we did in elementary school, I was going through it and froze when I saw familiar hand writing on a piece of paper, it was mine. I picked the letter up and smiled at it and I read it. Steve Harrington will you marry me check yes or no.” He had checked yes then a few days later I got with Steve’s friend tommy I remembered that week Steve didn’t talk to me at all. He was my first kiss, I kissed Steve on the slide in second grade. That was then this is now, I still liked Steve I just didn’t think he’d like me back for how shallow I had been acting.

I heard his bed room door open and I froze, I turned to face whoever it was at the door. when I met Steve’s eyes there was a fire there and I wanted his fire to engulf me, I knew the alcohol wasn’t talking I was just using that as a crutch to make all of this seem okay. But I’m reality a girl like me would be frowned upon especially by her friends if they knew she was messing with some one not as cool as them. I didn’t care anymore I wanted Steve, I’ve waited literally years for this and now it’s here I’m not passing it up. Steve walked over to me and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “S-sorry Steve I didn’t mean to come in here and go through your things I’ll leave now.”

He put his finger on my lips and looked at me. “I don’t want you to leave.” I bit my lip and I felt the wind leave my body, “o-oh.” He smiled and saw the piece of paper in my hand and I seen his face light up. “I see you found the paper you wrote me in second grade, I know what you’re thinking I’m totally lame for keeping it.” It was my turn to hush him, I looked up at him while he pushed a piece of my hair out of my face. “Wha- Steve no I don’t think it’s lame, I think it’s sweet, I’m the one who should feel lame, I made my friends think it would be embarrassing to go after a guy I’ve been in love with for years.” His smiled dropped at that comment a flash of sadness broke across his face.

“O-oh I didn’t know you felt that way about a different guy.” He pulled away from me went to walk away. “Steve there’s two problems, 1. This is your house I should be the one to leave. 2. I’m in love with you doofus.” He looked at me like I spoke a different language. “wait what?” I looked at him and bit my lip and walked back to me and I immediately felt his body heat, he put his hand on my lip and looked at me. “You need to stop bitting that lip.” I looked up at him and smirked. “Then why don’t you bite it.” He put his calloused hand on the side of my face and I rubbed my face against his hand and I bite my lip. Before I could stop he smashed our lips together, my arms wrapped around his neck. He move to the side some and I followed his actions.

While we were kissing he started walking towards making me walk backwards I lost my balance and fell on his bed and started giggling. He got on top of me and started kissing my neck, I swiftly moved my head to the side to give him more access to my neck. I let out a gasp when he found my sweet spot, him sucking, licking and biting made goosebumps break across my body. He ground his clothes hips into me making me arch my back into him letting out a small groan. “S-Steve get on with it.” He smirked up at my impatient demand. He slid his hand up my thigh, slowly going under my dress and when he got to my hips he slid my dress up exposing my underwear.

He rubbed my clothed vagina, I let out a gasp sitting up on my elbows. He hit my elbows making me fall on my back and he looked up at me his face right near my soaked vagina. “I want you to sit back and enjoy.” When he spoke his breath hit my vagina making me arch my back up into him. “Steve s-stop teasing.” He smiled and started to kiss and suck his way up my thigh, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear dresses or skirts but I’d worry about that later right now I just wanted him. His fingers going into the waistline of my underwear, he removed them swiftly and as soon as they were out of his way he licked a long strip up my vagina lips. I put on hand on the sheet and the other in his hair.

I tugged gently at his hair causing him to let out a soft groan, he open my fold and started to eat me out immediately his tongue going to the place I needed him most and I arched my back and threw my head against his bed. “F-fuck Steve youur mouth feels g-great please keep going.” He let out a satisfyed hum while he ate me out, I tugged at his hair and the only thing filling the room was his occasional slurps and my soft gasp and moans. I felt the know in my stomach getting harder and harder to contain and I look down at Steve. “S-Steve I’m close, I don’t wanna cum without you.” He nodded and I groaned at the loss of contact but not getting upset with Steve because I knew he was only doing what I asked.

When he stood up I got off the bed and I pushed him on the bed and I got on my knees between his legs I pulled his blue jeans down along with his underwear and I took his hard dick in my hand and I ha e it a few pumps earning a hiss from Steve. “What happened to not wanting to tease?” I looked up at him and smiled. “Patients is a virtue.” I giggled while he rolled his eyes and I took that moment to take him in my mouth. He quickly filled my mouth and he threw his head back and let out a groan his hair immediately finding my hair, I started moving my head up down on his dick feeling it throb every so often.

I ran my hands up his thighs as I bobbed my head his grin getting tighter in my head, he started pushing my head up and down I gagged around him alittle bit tightening my throat around him while my eyes watered. He pulled my head up and grabbed my arm pulling me up to him quickly. He flipped us over and grabbed a condom, then he lined his dick up with my vagina and slowly pushed himself into me cause it me to let out a gut wrenching moan. “F-fuck S-so tight.” I bite my lip and I threw my head back. “P-please S-Steve keep going.” He kissed my neck and started thrusting into me roughly. Moans escaping my mouth.

I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails into his shoulders not hard enough to make him bleed but enough to leave a mark, “F-fuck daddy please keep going I’m so close.” He let out a grunt at the use of that word and I felt his thrusts falter and he kept pounding into me, he pulled out for a moment turning me on my arms and knees and he slipped back into me and continued his rough pace. He put his hand around my throat and pulled me against his body, our body heat making it that much hotter in the room and the sweat started to bead across our foreheads and I clenched around him causing him to let out a loud groan against my neck. “F-fuck baby do that again.” I repeated the action making his thrust alter and he pushed me against the bed, I arched my back making him go deeper and he slapped my ass “F-fuck you feel so good around me.”

I bite my lip and let out a loud moan. “S-Steve I’m g-gonna.” He pulled me against him and bite my ear lobe. “Go ahead baby girl cum around daddy’s dick.” I let one fianl moan and came around his erect dick clenching and squeezing it, making his thrust grow sloppy and uneven, then I felt his dick throb in me and his hot cum fill the condom. When he pulled out I collapsed against the mattress and rolled on the left side of the bed, he got up and disposed of the condom and threw it in the trash can and laid on the right side looking at me. “What does this mean for us? I mean it’s obvious there’s something there.”

He smiled as we both tried to catch our breaths. “We. Will. Talk. About. It. In. The. Morning.” He smiled and kissed my lips and I let out a chuckle. “What?” He smiled and looked at me. “Don’t tell carol this but she was right.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “About what?” I looked at him and snuggled up to him. “She said it was going to be a night to remember and she was right.” He smiled and snuggled close to me and wrapped his arms around me. “I guess she was right.” We went to sleep in each others arms knowing the love we had for each other and how it would last until the end of time.

A/N: this was my first smut fic I’ve written in a year, so sorry if I’m rusty. If you guys liked it I wrote it, if not then I don’t know who did. 😂😂 my request are open so feel free to request.

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kinktae · 5 years ago

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hello im here to say that im very very inexplicably excited for flesh and blood! yeah! im very excited for it uwu hope you have fun writing it! i love zombie aus

Anonymous said: i love your flesh and blood story!! it’s literally so cute i couldn’t help but gush over YN and JK’s interactions. I was wondering did the movie warm bodies inspire you? 🤣

it did!! :D

Anonymous said: how many parts will there be of flesh and blood and bitchin?

Anonymous said: Hi I'm sorry if this has been asked before, but how many parts will flesh and blood have? I love the story so far 💚

Anonymous said: you probably get asked this alot 😭 so forgive me but how many parts is flesh and blood and bitchin' going to have? asdfghjkl

Anonymous said: you should leave us thirsty and wait for the smut until pt. 4 of flesh and blood 😈

f&b has only 3 parts :)

Anonymous said: I just finished the Flesh and Blood and mind if I say it's BRILLIANT 😍 I have a question tho if JK is not eating y/n and namjoon will he be full with just human foods ? Like how many longer that those candies will keep him from taking a bite from y/n lol? Btw don't wanna sound like needy little brat but when will the next part come I'm so excited about this fic ??

;) guess you’ll just have to wait til part 3

jeonnsfww said: Hey!!! I am absolutely OBSESSED with your new fic flesh and blood and I was just wondering when you will be coming out with the part two? THANK YOU SO MUCHA AND I LOVE YOU!!!

Anonymous said: when are we getting a flesh and blood update ??🥺

Anonymous said: When is flesh and blood gonna be updated?

joonsbbygxrl said: ok honestly tho? I love flesh and blood so much!!! I've never really read anything like that before so when I came across it I was a bit cautious but now I am OBSESSED! when's the next part coming out?? ♡

dej-okay said: i just read flesh and blood and mayhaps it's my favorite thing in the world 👉👈 is there a taglist or anything for it so i can know if a new chapter comes out 👀

Anonymous said: When will you update flesh and blood ? I love it and YOU so much

taetae123094 said: Can't wait for the next chapter of flesh and blood!!!!😁 When do you think you'll be posting????

Anonymous said: when do you think part 3 of f&b will be out?

I’m not sure when i’ll post the next part and I don’t do taglists, i’m sorry :(

Anonymous said: god....I want a happy ending for flesh & blood. I wouldn’t know how to act if something ended up happening to Jungkook. Hopefully this pussy brings him back to life and he can live on🙉🙉🙈🙈

Anonymous said: Hello! I just wanted to say I finished binge reading your Tempting fic and oh my goodness it was so amazing!! This story was so well written and the characters are so fleshed out; I am incredibly invested in their livelihoods! Thank you so much for creating this series and for making my Halloween beautiful 😊

Anonymous said: I never really send any messages or anything, but God, girl! Flesh and blood had me SCREAMING!!!! 💜💜💜

Anonymous said: OMG YES FLESH AND BLOOD ILYSM

jungkookkilledme said: I've read almost everything you've written, It gives me so many feels I can't take it lmao. CAN NOT WAIT FOR FLESH AND BLOOD PART 3!!! In the whole supernatural realm, zombies are the creatures I absolutely hate but then you came for my neck (or should I say flesh) with zombie! jk. my hoe ass is ready for some weird zombie smut. I hate myself. pls make him jealous lol

Anonymous said: Rereading bitchin’ while I wait for flesh and blood pt.2 Y/N gets to fuck Jungkook in his life and his death. Damn Y/N won

Anonymous said: FLESH AND BLOOD PT 2, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! Everything about it is so good. I love JK’s development (‘: I want to protect him and make sure he doesn’t suffer anymore )): THE KISS SCENE WAS SO CUTE AHHHH. But I really hope that jk, joon, and the reader come up w a plan that keeps them safe from the govt. I know this is all over the place but you are so talented and I hope u know it!!!!! If you wrote chapter books, I would buy every single one

s-u-t said: I love Flesh and Blood part 2, thank you for sharing it with us💕

Anonymous said: flesh and blood is so good rose what the fuck how dare u to finish like that

Anonymous said: i’m reading flesh and blood in class and i’m having the hardest time not the scream

Anonymous said: hey! i've been crazy obsessed with flesh and blood since i read it a few days ago. i still reread it every night, and i just watched warm bodies because of it. i just really love the way you wrote it and the way you captured the story. you encapsulated the growing hope of zombie!jjk well and like, the really sweet and innocent underlying romance. i especially love the 'lil kiss scene, it was really cute. i can't wait to get to the end :) thank you for writing it!

haniexiddd said: flesh and blood is amazing!!!!!!!am i excited for the upcoming zombie sex?? yes i am... and i have no shame

jungkook-is-my-baby said: I love love love Flesh and Blood 🤞💗

Anonymous said: flesh and blood is a beauty thank u ilysm💓

callistojjk said: I love your writing and I just wanted to say that flesh and blood is one of my faves!! How did you make a zombie attractive??? 😩Anywho I read both parts TWICE in a span of three days so there’s that I guess!! I recently started this tumblr to post my first own jk fic and it was partially you who inspired me!! Looking forward to the next part 😍💕

Anonymous said: Hello I just wanted to slide in and say that flesh and blood is so damn good!!! And the way you write is just *chefs kiss* ❤️❤️

Anonymous said: flesh and blood has me HOOKED i’m so hyped for the next part. ur writing is impeccable

Anonymous said: FLESH & BLOOD IS 👌👌👌👌👌👌 I’m usually not into that trope but you make me love this story. Thank youuuuuu

anjelicjazz said: Holy crap Rose!! Flesh and Blood omg!! I had so many warm fuzzy flashbacks to Warm Bodies it's insane! lol that being said I love that while it's in the same au you're writing it to be their story. I can tell you love the idea of it and that you're taking your time with them. They deserve a great story and I just...ah!! Thank you for writing it!! My whole heart revolves around Zombie Jungkook and his impish antics lol~

THANK U EVERYONE FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS!!! I read them all and im sorry im only just now getting to them

way-too-addicted-to-anime said: Namjoon in F&B: Say sike right now! Me: .... I mean I can but that ain't gonna be an accurate statement. P.S. How do you manage to write crack seriously like???

Anonymous said: Hhh actually I was just about to mention that your characterization of Joon in F&B is one of my favourites cause while genius!Joon is a famous agenda in the army fanfic community, its always half-assed y'know? Like they'll write him as a whole 148 IQ einstein who went to harvard when he was 7 but his dialogue would be like "so the square of root of this dimension negative to the pythagorous theory-" like bruh do you know what you're talking about? But you seem to really ground his character. Like Joon in F&B knows shit!!! He's already figured out where the whole "zombies are bad" agenda derived from as well as debunking majoritys opinion on zombies. Not to mention his whole drive for knowledge stems from his insatiable curiosity so now we have a why to the how. Basically, you're really good at writing sksjsks ALSO THE PLOT PACING IN F&B IS AMAZING THANK ILY BYE

THE WAY UR ANALYSIS OF F&B JOON MADE ME WET!!! i sent snippets of his part to my friends and i distinctly remember daisy telling me she wanted to suck his dick skdjskj. I think my capricorn self really just is just self-servicing with my smart boy kink heh

#ask #im cleaning out my inbox folks. we at 548 #Anonymous

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tinypurpleparrot · 7 years ago

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Fanfiction Writer Asks

Fuck it, I’ll do it myself, because I know I can’t count on you nerds to actually ask anything. :p

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

I really don’t know. I’ve been writing creatively since I was like 6. I don’t really remember writing for fandom until Pokémon, but I’ve been in fandom since the original Sailor Moon and Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

I guess the Yogscast. Except I only really like a few of them, and it sure as shit isn’t the main channel people. I haven’t found a new obsession because I can’t sit still for tv anymore, and I’m a patient gamer/reader. So once I find something I like, it’s probably old and everyone’s already moved on.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

OCs. I am boring, shy (and thus no fun), and quite good at ruining the moment.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

Action/Adventure. Fight scenes. Getting out of dire as fuck situations. Underdogs.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

I have so many… XP I guess a story I wrote in called Royal Infamy. It was literally hundreds of pages long, spanned at least 4 different fandoms, and could’ve been a standalone series if I just changed the names. Unfortunately it’s been lost to the ooooolllllddddd (and I mean 2001) internet. I like to think that maybe it’s on some ancient server, saved by those sorts of people who try to archive the entire internet and have literal exabytes of hoarded data. It was also how I met my SO of 13 years.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

A Prince of Persia fic. I don’t even like Prince of Persia.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

I never get as much inspiration as when it’s 1am and I’m supposed to be going to bed like a normal person. But never at a normal hour in the evening unless I’m inspired at work and have to rush home before I forget.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

It used to be from all the anime I used to watch, now it’s cobbled together from fantasy books and video games.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

Like erotic fic? Eeeh. I’m so terrible at it that I literally only have one, I’m writing it right now, I’m not finished, and I don’t particularly like it because I keep subconsciously writing away from the part where they hold hands because I’m conflicted and discomforted by the whole thing, to be honest. Like, even when I was adolescent and supposed to be thirsty as teenagers are, I just wasn’t and couldn’t. My ex tried to get me to write something for him, and I still couldn’t do it. *shrug* It doesn’t help that I’ve never been big on shipping. …Those characters sure are standing next to each other, yep.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

Hahah… endings. That’s good. (Also see previous question.)

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Not that I can recall, unless you count ‘stop doing that thing’, ‘okay’ *does it more*

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Rythian. Fuckin’ edgelord. Just everything about him and his OC is *kisses fingers*.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

Unfortunately Rythian is usually entangled with other people from the Yogscast. :p

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx?

Current project doesn’t even have a title, that’s how non-committed I am to it (she says even though it’s fast approaching a novelette.)

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

If it’s an OC of a particular universe, there’s probably a naming convention, and I go by many names. If it’s just generic freestanding story, I keysmash and pick through it until it rolls off the tongue.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?

Classic ‘rivals who hide their sexual tension behind their distaste for one another.’

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

“I haven’t seen your face since when you first came back from The End. And the … incident with trying to rid you of your curse.” He chuckled. “I’ve actually seen a lot more than your scars.”

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Like 75% of my work is abandonware. I have ADHD, I get bored, and I usually take so long, the fandom “dies” before I can finish. And the moment is gone.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

Royal Infamy. And make it mine this time.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

Probably Royal Infamy.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Ilona Andrews. Her style is exactly what I aim for. …Okay maybe not the monster fucking, but the rest of it. Exciting, tense, a little bit scary.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

The Prince of Persia fic. The first draft of the erofic. The weeb crack.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Silence. My brain goes 100% towards analyzing music and then I can’t focus on anything else.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

Eeeeeeehhhhhh *whines* I don’t wanna…

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Nope. I don’t write that kind of pain.

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?

The part where these two people who’ve tried to murder each other could even reasonably be in each other’s presence, let alone fuck. Also eternal hatred for evasive genital description brought on by a broken, puritan society.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I should start making outlines. My current three projects keep going off the rails.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

To go in with no expectations of people ever responding let alone giving feedback to anything. You’re just tossing shit in a hole and for every ton, one flower might grow.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

I did a thing about how Lalnable Hector created Echo, and *crickets*.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Twenty years later, I still get emails about a fic I wrote about Birdy the Mighty (C-tier anime about a dead boy soul-sharing an intergalactic cop’s body.)

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Other than putting slivers of wish fulfillment in, no.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Someone found a fic I wrote in two weeks in an archive over 20 years old and sent me kudos. Like, that shit should’ve been buried. But they found it.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Mary Sue. And you’re goddamn right she was. And I’ll fucking do it again.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Nope, not for fear or anything, I just don’t think to share before it’s done because I’ll probably abandon it anyway.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

You’ll be unsatisfied with the ending.

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

You fucking made me open one of my old Gundam Wing crack fics to check. Now I don’t know because I’m still cringing.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

*shrug* Like… I haven’t done a collab in *checks calendar* 17 years. I don’t have any live fandoms. I’m not big on trying to meld with other people’s styles.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

Third.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

No.

41) What’s your favourite minor character you’ve written?

Can’t think of one. I usually don’t have minor/background characters?

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.

…Okay, now I seriously can’t tell if xxx means erotic or a particular example. 😐 Anyway, I for some reason lost the ability to link songs to fics/personalities. I just don’t think of any particular person when I hear a song and vice-versa.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

That would imply enough people cared.

44) What is the last line you wrote?

Despite the queen pushing him, he couldn’t move even if he wanted to (which he didn’t.)

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

If I don’t fucking do this it’s going to bother the fuck out of me for weeks, even if I don’t finish. Just get it on paper so it goes away.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

More action and intrigue.

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

The antagonist finds the protagonist’s berserk button and realizes that maybe they should not have pushed it.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I can’t remember fics I wrote. And shit, that was at least 23 years ago. (She says even though she can perfectly remember her first fantasy novel 30 years ago. (The Gammage Cup))

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angst. I think. I’ve gotten good feedback from my more serious stuff.

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alolanzubat-moving · 8 years ago

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I read the post about you and your wife can you please tell the story it's so adorable

Aaaaaa, omg, okay, sure~

For those who don’t know, this is based on a post made by @sixpenceee for people to tell the stories of how they met their s/o’s. ^^ My wife is @nari-the-kitty-queen.

Alright, so I had always been an outcast in school, “the weird kid”, ya know? It had been that way since elementary, and it continued my first year of middle school (sixth grade where I’m from starts middle school).

The first day, when the teacher (Ms. L, we’ll call her) called role, I noticed I wasn’t the only one sitting alone/not with a clique. There was one other student who was by herself as well, and thanks to my habit of trying to learn all the names of my classmates, I quickly figured out her name (I’ll refer to her as Miyuki). I wanted to make friends with her, but I was (and still am) super awkward and had literally no social experience at all. So, I went with the first idea that popped into my head: I sat in her seat the next day to see what she’d do. Spoiler: she sat behind me instead of confronting me about being in her seat.

The next day, I sat in the seat she had taken when I took hers, and she sat in her normal seat, putting her in front of me. Well, since this was getting me nowhere, I figured “why not pass notes and see if she shares an interest with me?”. Second best decision of my life. (You’ll learn the first later on in this story.) Back then, my biggest interest was (no surprise) anime. The note I passed her was basically me asking if she had ever seen my favorite anime, Yu Yu Hakusho. Turns out, she actually had! We kept passing notes for the entirety of the class, and it continued the next few days. We ended up becoming really good friends.

Fast forward to the next year. We had gotten heavily into roleplaying (sometimes even writing smut) via the notes we passed one another during school. By now, everyone in the school was aware that we were really close, and there were already rumors spreading around saying that we were lesbians. (This is before I figured out I was trans, so everyone including myself perceived me as a girl.) Now, for those who aren’t aware, my dad was super strict. He was the type who didn’t want his kids to grow up, and that meant he didn’t want us venturing into nsfw area at all, with anything. Double hit for me, because he also didn’t want any of his kids turning out to be gay/lesbian.

Just my luck that he found one of our smut roleplays. I managed to lie my way through it since he couldn’t tell our handwriting apart and thought I was writing this stuff by myself. I got off with a slap on the wrist and him telling me not to continue writing “vulgar material”. My luck worsened when he came across another of our roleplays a few months later and found out I was writing with my best and only friend.

He gave me the third degree, asking me why I’d write things like that with her. I panicked and bluffed, responding with “Well what if I like her?!”. (That is without a doubt the very best decision I have ever made.) He didn’t take the bait and called me on it, telling me “If that’s the case, then ask her out”. He basically cornered me and said that if she didn’t return my “affections”, then I’d be heavily punished - which coming from him meant that I’d have my whole room stripped bear save for my bed and clothes. Yea, my dad was abusive I know. Oh boy did I start panicking worse...

I did have a stroke of luck though. This all happened about two weeks or so before our school’s winter dance. That night, I wrote up a cringey little love note - the kind with “circle yes or no” at the bottom - and gave it to her the next day at school. I was a wreck the whole day, but she confronted me at lunch break and said that she felt the same way and that she’d go to the dance with me, as a couple. I won’t lie, I felt bad for deceiving her like that.

Well, I kept up the facade for a while, going with the flow as things started to happen between us. Sleeping in the same bed grew to cuddling, which grew to hand holding, which grew to nose nuzzling, which grew to cheek kisses, which grew to actual kisses, which grew to fondling, etc. Every step of the way, I kept telling myself it wouldn’t go any further. BOI WAS I WRONG. After about a year or so I started noticing that, oddly enough, I was okay with what was happening.

That August, her mom, T, (who hates me) was planning a huge birthday party for Miyuki. Her mom insisted that she invite this guy named Shannon to the party. Shannon was basically the edgy high school guy every girl wanted to be with. T really wanted Miyuki to be with this guy, really wanted grandkids from the two of them. Well, I had no idea that her mom was forcing her to “break up” with me. It caused a huge rift between us back then.

During the months we were technically broken up, Shannon asked her out and her mom made her agree to it. I hate admitting this, but Miyuki’s mom actually tried coercing Miyuki into sleeping with this asshole when she was only 16. (He was 19 back then, and in our state, a minor can’t be involved with any non-minor more than two years older than them.) Thank God it didn’t work. (I say this because she didn’t want to, not just because I hated the dude.)

Anyway, during eighth grade graduation, Miyuki pulled me aside and told me she was happy I was graduating. She was acting really weird though, and I picked up on it. I’m still not sure if she did it intentionally or not. After the ceremony, my maternal grandmother invited me to go spend my early summer with them a few hours away, and agreed. It was sort of a tradition in my family that me and my brothers go spend summer with them anyway, so it’s not like this was strange.

A few nights into the stay, my aunt (who lives on the same property, pretty much a block away) offered to let me use her phone to call Miyuki like I usually did when I stayed there. None of them knew Miyuki and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms at the time, much less that my dad had forbade me from making any contact with her. Being the little rebel I was, I took the offer. My heart sunk when it rang through to voicemail. I got so depressed that I cried myself into a nap. My aunt woke me up later that evening telling me that Miyuki had called back, so I tried returning the call and got voicemail again. Late, late that evening, she called back on my grandmother’s house phone. We started talking, and things ended up almost the same as they used to be.

Until Shannon called her during our conversation. At first, she ignored his calls to her cell, which is what she had used to call me. He tried about twenty times over the span of ten minutes before he stopped trying the cell and switched to her grandmother’s house phone. (The reason this was bad is because of late it was.) Miyuki’s grandma answered the phone and she (the grandma) told Shannon it was far too late to be calling like he did. After they hung up, he tried that same house phone another two times, only giving up when Miyuki’s grandpa answered the phone and insisted that Shannon stop. Over the next five minutes, Shannon tried Miyuki’s cell number another thirty (I’m not exaggerating) times. At this point, Miyuki told her mom that she didn’t want to talk to him, that he was getting possessive. (He really was, this dude had bad seperation issues and tried guilting Miyuki into sleeping with him.) Her mom pretty much told her to do what she wanted because she was tired of hearing Miyuki’s complaints about him. Miyuki told me to hang on and that she’d deal with it. She put the phone on three way the next time Shannon called, and I took the hint and muted my end so he wouldn’t know I was listening. Boi, when I say she went off, she went OFF.

The conversation (starting with Miyuki, then him, and continuing to alternate) went something like this:

“Hello”“Hey, I’ve been trying to call you.”“Yeah, I know, what of it?”“Are you still coming with me on that family trip?”“Uh, no. I told you that yesterday.”“But--”“Look dude, I’m tired of your crap. You’re controlling. You don’t want me having friends, you whine anytime I’m not in your line of sight, you’re trying to get me to have sex with you even though I’ve told you over and over that I’m doing it, and you cry any time I tell you no. You’re an immature little baby and I don’t want to be with you anymore. We’re done.”

Cue her cutting the line with him and me unmuting my end just in time to say yes when she asked me if I wanted to go back out with her, this time officially.

We’ve been pretty much inseparable ever since then, and almost anyone who knows us knows that we come as a pair - including our families.

The end ♥

#the love story #feel free to reblog this if y'all want! ^^#I've been wanting to share this for so long lmao #she had to help me with some of it #but there it is #retold to the best of our ability #for sixpenceee #Anonymous

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amisbro · 6 years ago

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Let’s talk: My fan fic writing

So this is almost like a FAQ about how I write my fics and why I write certain things the way that I do. I thought that by doing this it might enlighten some of you whom might have never sampled my fics before and I respect that. My thought and hope is if you read this that MAYBE you check them out but again I will never force anyone ever. With that...let’s get rolling

“You seem to write more ‘fluff’ stories than ‘angst/smut’ stories///why?” This is a question that I am surprised I don’t get a lot from people BUT I’m going to answer it anyways Here is how I look at fic writing When I come home from a day out and I need to just “decompress” and chill out what do I want to read? - A light ,happy ,fluff piece OR - A story with a heavy overtone that might make me have to take 20 minutes and now I’m more annoyed than I was before? While I know (and respect) that there are people that love some good Angst having NOTHING but that isn’t healthy. If you come home beat up and you just want to relax and read a good light story that fills you with the “happy” then that is what I hope to bring you a lot of the time. Now let’s cover this: Why don’t I write a “smut” fic? This one is harder to explain because ,yes I have been known to go into certain tags and so forth and look at the more “graphic” style of images in terms of that kind of content...surprisingly though I don’t want to READ IT! I did that around the time I was in my Senior year of high school and then my brain just started drifting away from reading it so now its like “fluff or nope”! The other reason is cos quite literally I CAN NOT write it...maybe a part of that is cos my brain refuses to let me but eyyy Now let’s go to this question “You write a lot a lot of fics where a lot of the ships (OCxCanon or Canon/Canon) are LGBT themed if there is a pairing. When did this start and why?” So this question would be an interesting one to go into and I got time so let’s The truth of the matter is that I started writing fics around the time that the internet was really like in its infancy. Like we are talking Geocities was a thing and AOHell was the dominant force (5+ nerd points if you remember “Webcrawler”) I started writing fics with that kind of theme back when I was learning about the seasons of Sailor Moon that (at the time) we hadn’t gotten. If you are an old school Moonie like myself you remember that back when Sailor Moon was in Syn (that’s short for Syndication) the show would do the first whole season and then up to when all the Phantom Sisters would reconcile on Earth thanks to Usagi and Company. I then learned through a friend of mine that supposedly the reason that Sailor Moon never got to show the S season (at the time) was because of the fact that two of the Senshi were Lesbians. This came as a shock to me because of the fact that I had seen the first season and had no issue with Zoisite (and this was before I learned he was changed to a female by DiC. I still have no issue with this change because to be honest I liked Zoisite no matter what gender he was portrayed with). It was very interesting though to say the least. So at this time I actually started writing fics for my own (and even back then they were “self-insert” fics...yeah I’m an OG in that community) and in that period I started researching the Three Lights/Starlights and my fave was and always is Yaten. I remember writing one fic where my character was in love with Yaten but was it Healer or Yaten? I think that is the first time I remember writing my character as (unknowing at the time) a Bisexual male and it was something I was actually damn proud of. Keep in mind also this was probably around high school so you are talking close to the end of the 1990s and the idea of people being any sexual orientation other than straight was like “Whoa!” Sadly I never finished this fic Another OG Self-Insert fic I wrote was a Gundam Wing fic where my character was living in the 1990s (or it might have been early 2000s...it was around the time that Gundam Wing came out on DVD) and he was a whiz mechanic that the President had recruited to help build this machine (no one knew it was going to be a war robot for space yet) and then he got called into the President’s office and was asked to participate in another experiment. THIS ONE involved him literally being injected and then placed into a capsule but he never “aged” past his current year. When he was shipped out into space it was unknown the # of years that passed to him but he ended up being found by one of the Gundam pilots and then eventually he returned to Earth only to run into Lucrezia Noin and Zechs Marquise. The latter name was important because something struck with my character and he fell in love with Zechs and they were going to (eventually) turn against Romefeller and OZ but there were some other overtones that were used/going to be used and I remember showing THIS FIC (which was titled “red fences”) to my grandfather whom is one of those hyperconservative republicans...he didn’t blink and he actually enjoyed it! Yeah that blew me away even when he could clearly see my name with one of the characters and I made it clear they were going to be a couple. That one still blows my mind Sadly though I never finished this fic So THAT answers the “When did it start?” part but now let’s get to “why?” First off I need to get this out there I personally DON’T identify as any sexual orientation/identity. If people want to look at some of the things I tweet/blog about and assume one thing or the other you will NOT get me to answer “yes” or “no” to anything but I will let you have your assumptions and go about my day. Its like my very first Anon ages ago on this site legit asked if I was gay or bi and I just deleted it. If that person that sent that anon is still around here is my answer Have fun figuring it out I still remember too that Anon was on the day this blog was created 5 years ago on 5/29 and my first thought was “Why do you give a shit?” I still don’t know to be honest So WHY then ,if I don’t identify as one orientation or another, do I write myself a particular way? The answer is this In a lot of series’ that I have watched in Anime since about 1997 there were a lot of characters that ,in my mind, I could see myself with at some point in time. Its just that most ended up being male characters and I always seem to identify with the ones that were either “Royal” types ,”Mom” types or characters that could just be supportive if my character flew off the handle. The reason I will write Canon/Canon occasionally is because ,in my head, I always could see certain ships in my mind that maybe some don’t. I am not totally sure but I might be one of the few that is more ReSaru in K Project than SaruMi. I’m an occasional rarepair guy and that’s fine (see my EijiHaru straight ship in UtaPri). Now one more for the road “You have been known to write ‘Villain’ characters in ‘softer’ roles while outright unleashing on others that might be fandom faves...what is the reasoning for this?” Aight...let’s roll on this one So let’s look at some of the more “Villain” characters I have wrote in a way that MAYBE canon doesn’t match up with Yukari Mishakuji HEAVENS Those would be two in the “Villain” role that I wrote in a “softer” role Now we know the example of someone I wrote as a villain and just completely went in on a time or two so they don’t NEED to be named...you know if you follow my twitter So WHY do I write some in a more positive light then? While I can say that Yukari is mostly for ship purposes I can say confidently that if I wasn’t going to ship myself with him (and FYI canonically he is one of my f/o’s that is actually close to my real life age) I could still write him as a mentor to say...Domy and Co. as the “Sister figure” (The “Mother” role is already filled by Seri with me) so there is definitely that reason and I’m going to be honest there about that. The other reason though is I like to play with the idea of him being a canonically gay character in that universe (and why the FUCK he wasn’t coded that way legit baffles me...fuck make him genderfluid cos I always thought he could pass for either anyways) but he knows how to go and kick ass and he does he job well. I HAD thought of writing him as a sinister jackass at one time but this was when Missing Kings was around and not Return. NOW with “Side:Green” coming in the future I want to see more about my extra B/F. HEAVENS was an interesting one HEAVENS had no canon information to go off of really (and if you think about it as far as actual English information outside of translations we still don’t) so getting behind them took WAY LONGER than maybe it should have. I blame Broccoli for this cos the way that they ended Season 2 it almost felt like HEAVENS should have ended and then STARISH and QN would go at it so come Season 4 when its all over they can end the series at Maji Love Kingdom and be done with it but they kept HEAVENS around for some reason so...yeah! The thing was that for some reason despite me wanting to see HEAVENS fall in Season 2 that made me even MORE curious about them and then come Season 4 I wanted to see them rise up and be proven to be an equal...that involves writing and that was my issue with the season as I have made my opinion known but as time went on I made this decision “I will NOT write HEAVENS in a negative light until I see what Season 4 does” Season 4 comes and then I felt more sympathy for them after a lot of stuff happened such as Shion’s breakdown Van’s enthusiasm that got misinterpreted (in my opinion) and that set off Ren Eiichi showing (in “Visible Elf”) that he was clearly worried about Shion’s well being and also willing to take the bullet for that project ON TOP OF him basically going “Oh s**t” when he found out about Otoya...that surprised me We could probably go on and on about that but this post is going to be a world book length as is so YEESH! Like I said its easy for me with HEAVENS because I had the time with them from S2 to Season 4 (and hopefully some in the movie) to grow WITH THEM so when I write them yes I kind of make them more sympathetic but its because I fear that they don’t get a lot of love on social media and that is kind of something that bothers me NOW...why would I write some more HARSHLY? Because if I am going to write a story that has a villain I need to make them irredeemable. Think about this When I grew up in the 80s and 90s (pre Sailor Moon obsession) a lot of the shows I watched had a hero and a villain. In all those shows no matter what the Villain did the Protagonist made sure they got theirs in the end right? This is an approach I tend to use. In my head I feel like I need to make you hate someone. I need someone to show your vitriol for so I need to make something happen to make you go “Oh s**t...these mothers need to get their asses kicked” (point of order: when I say “mothers” that’s short for “motherf***ers”) The reason I want you to root against them is so if there ever COMES A TIME when I am going to write them in a sympathetic role its a full-time situation. Let’s use TRIGGER from Idolish7 I know that they have a fanbase...I know it and I respect it (even if I think most of them are on my block list on twitter). In my mind though from the part that I read/played there was more “bad” that ,even if they didn’t cause it, they BENEFITED from it (and we know exactly what I’m talking about if we remember episode 11 of the Anime) so that made it hard for me to embrace them. It got HARDER when you realized it felt like they could run over a cat with an 18 wheeler and Tsumugi would find a way to go from “Idolish7 Manager” to “TRIGGER Protection Squad” and that didn’t help me in the least You know what’s even funnier about them? I think the episode that was supposed to make me really feel for TRIGGER was when they confronted Sousuke in his office and in my mind I was like “Okay this is when I’m supposed to embrace them” but literally after that I was like “Wait didn’t HEAVENS just do this in ‘Legend Star’ except for them it kind of backfired?” Like a big part of me literally couldn’t get past the whole HEAVENS thing from Season 2 (trio group ,Leader is the son of the President ,has a ‘cute’ member and a dad friend) so I was like “Oh...okay I’m supposed to hate these guys!” Now if you are wondering why we took this detour its because LITERALLY this was what I was thinking the whole time during the part/season. The only difference outright was the fact that Saotome didn’t disband them (or put them up for disbandment at Black and White) so that was like THE MAIN DIFFERENCE for me so that was def a thing. Here is the tl:dr version of this The reason I write against certain people harder in my fics is because sometimes the canon material doesn’t really help me embrace them or sometimes its a first impression that rubbed me wrong. First impressions with me are sometimes harder to shake and when it comes to that then there can be a problem. (And yet Alois Trancy is always going to be a fave...then again I put him in the “did nothing wrong” club and his past is WAY PAST SCREWED UP!) Well sweet Jesus I think that answer went on long enough...I hope that you enjoyed this and I will see you ficwise around August 24th because THIS GUY

is finally getting his birthday fic after I fucked up and missed the past two years Yes friends my beloved Yukari is going to be 35 this year (I have to try and remember he was born the same year as Mamo...who ironically voices Fushimi in K Pro) and I need to do a FABULOUS fic for him on his special day...I hope Shenmue doesn’t distract me Ahh It’ll be grand I promise Aight aight I gotta go BUT since I have one of my GBs on the post let’s add another

(I need these two to interact more...might have them fight over me but that is another story for another day) Later my dear friends and take care

#Amisbro #fan fic questions #Because I have friends on twitter that might be interested in these #SO HERE WE GO

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